Baby Daddy | p.jimin [COMPLETED]

°7: Delivery°

Things were back to normal for me now. A week had passed since I gave back baby Jun to my neighbour. Now there was no more baby or Jimin troubles and I could put my full focus back on climbing up my career ladder.

Well the only change was that now there was Jung Hoseok. In just this one week, I had seen him more than I had in the last five years since high school.

Majority of the time, people change after high school; something I had observed in the few school reunions I had attended, which Hoseok didn't. Some of the school bullies became nice and respectable people.

The ones looked down upon for being undesirable were now turning heads with their new looks, although some probably used the help of surgery to do that.

But then there were people like me and Hoseok. People like us who remained exactly the same. I was still the same snobby, know-it-all, cold bitch. And annoyingly, Hoseok was still the same funny, charming and kind person he was many years back.

If only he had changed like the many other students, maybe my heart wouldn't still be beating as fast. I didn't like how stupid I acted around him and how I couldn't control myself. I always thought of myself as an emotionally stable person but Hoseok had proven me wrong.

As I walked through the lobby of my apartment building, I watched as the elevator doors closed. For a second, I had the absurd idea that I should run for it. But knowing my sporting abilities, I knew better. I took my time towards the elevators, allowing the doors to close.

But before they shut, a hand from inside stopped the doors. I looked at his chest, instantly recognising him and there went my heart. Beating so fast as if I had just run a marathon.

"Nari! Come on in," said Hoseok, ushering me to get inside.

I quickly went into the elevator and literally stuck myself against the wall, as far away as possible from him. I made myself busy by looking at the shiny polished floor.

This was basically déjà vu because during this week, I had met Hoseok exactly three times. All meetings were here in the elevator and so I knew exactly how it was going to go.

We would stand there in an awkward silence, few seconds later he would make small talks with me and then it wouldn't go any further than that.

"How are you today?"

I knew it.

"I'm good, and you?"

I cringed at how robotic I sounded. I hated small talks because it was extremely pointless, just like many other social scenarios. Therefore, naturally, I was not good at this sport.

He let out a loud sigh and I quickly looked up at him. Maybe if I had looked at his face earlier I wouldn't have asked the stupid question. Any normal person would have guessed that he wasn't doing well due to his troubled expression.

He looked down at me and sighed again.

"It's because of Jimin."

Oh him.

I tried my best not to roll my eyes when he mentioned that name.

"It's just, I am very worried for him. This whole week, he hasn't stepped a foot out of his house because of the baby," he said, scratching the back of his head.

"I see. Explains why I haven't seen him at all. Well it's his fault for getting into a messy situation in the first place, therefore he has to deal with the aftermath."

"You really think he is the actual father?"

"Judging from his reputation, I would have to say yes. Don't you agree?" I asked, confidently.

He pursed his lips and judging from his silence, he was probably unsure as to how he should respond. I shook my head, disappointed that he would rather support his friend than the truth. That was the main problem with people like him who think with their heart and not their heads.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the doors opened. We bid each other goodbye before I entered my apartment. I was welcomed by a cold, uninviting room that was my home.

It had been almost a month since I had moved in and still I wasn't fully settled and unpacked. Therefore, there was still many empty spaces and since the apartment was of such a grand scale, it only made it harder to fill up the space.

I suddenly gained the motivation to start fixing the space and so that was what I did. I had a good day at work after I won a difficult case and managed to jail a criminal, which earned me two days off from work.

Two hours later, I was lying on the sofa, panting from too much physical work. I had finally unpacked everything and the apartment began to look more like a home. Although I wasn't going to lie, it looked more like a library than a house due to the countless amount of books I owned.

Just when I had decided to take a nap, the doorbell rang. I let out a frustrated groan as I dragged my feet to the front door, not bothering to check who it was on the intercom.

I opened the door and was greeted by a tired delivery man.

"Can you sign in this box please."

I blinked at him and the clipboard. A frown formed on my face when my eyes landed on the dozens amount of boxes besides him, ranging from all different sizes.

"I think you came to the wrong-"

"Don't you dare say that! I know I came to the correct house! I brought all these boxes by MYSELF because my work partner left me and I have a family counselling to go to later on because my wife thinks I am depressed, so if you please don't mind, sign this paper," he spat out through clenched teeth, thrusting the clipboard in my face. He looked as if he was going to break down in tears any minute

Letting out a sigh, I snatched the clipboard and pen from his hand and quickly signed the paper. I thought he would help me bring the boxes inside but I should've known better.

After just cleaning my house, I didn't want to deal with any more physical activities but here I was dragging all of the boxes inside.

After ten minutes, all of the boxes were in the living room and I was standing in front of the biggest one, ready to open it.

"I knew he came to the wrong door," I said, looking down at the buggy that was inside.

Hold up. This is strange.

As I opened each box, I noticed a similar pattern. The boxes had; baby formulas, clothes, toys and diapers...

"PARK JIMIN! I HATE YOU!"

And at that moment the doorbell rang. I angrily stomped my way to the door and flung it open. Jimin flinched at how quickly I answered and nervously smiled at me. I glared at him, raising a brow, arms across my chest.

He looked over my head and his eyes widened when he saw the mess of the open boxes. He let out a nervous chuckle, knowing fully well what I was thinking.

"I can explain."