Benefits Of Being A Babysitter { COMPLETED }

Eight

It is only on Saturday night that Jongin calls. Messages were sent back and forth between the both of you prior to the phone call, but that wasn't enough for you. You just wanted to hear his voice and maybe even get to see him at least through a video call.

"Hey..." Jongin drawls into the phone, his morning voice sounding rougher through the line.

"Hey," you chuckle softly as you continue stroking Taeoh to sleep. Your heart rate picks up and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks despite the cold weather outside. Even after eight months, Jongin still makes you feel like this, just through a phone call.

"I miss your voice so much," he sighs quietly. "How have you been?"

"I feel like dying."

"Huh? Are you okay? What happened?"

"I just miss you too much."

Jongin laughs loudly, relieved. "Cutie."

"So how are you? You didn't call me the whole of yesterday or today," you bring up lightly.

"I know, I was busy" is all that he says. You think he might explain why, or at least have things to complain about his work. But he doesn't whine about anything. Maybe he's just really tied up with work to even do or say anything.

"What time is it there?" you ask him.

"Nine," he groans tiredly.

"Aww, baby," you coo teasingly. Jongin never likes waking up for work. In the mornings, he would pull you to him and snuggle with you for at least a few minutes before you can get him to get ready for work.

"It's about ten in Korea, am I keeping you up?" Jongin asks, followed by a yawn.

"I'm getting Taeoh to sleep," you murmur. You pause for a bit before saying, "You're coming back tomorrow, aren't you? Should I—" you hear the beeping of one of your phones, signaling an incoming call. You check your phone but realise it's not for you. "Oppa, someone's calling you."

"Oh," he sounds further from the phone, like he is already checking who it is. Then he says, "Sweetheart, I'll call you back later, alright? I gotta take this call."

"Are you really gonna call me back?" you murmur to yourself just as he hangs up the call. You sigh when you see that you've only spoken for less than three minutes.

You just want Jongin back already.

The next day is a torture. It seems like Father Time is teasing you, making time pass slower for you today than ever. Every second feels like a minute, every minute feels like an hour and every hour feels like another day. The worst thing is that Jongin is on the plane, so you can't text him either. Taeoh feels just as frustrated too, judging from how he's so sluggish today.

But you're also not sure what time Jongin will be back later. He doesn't want to tell you when he will reach, preferring to keep it a surprise. You're not even sure if you should stay in your apartment, or go to his. You're clueless and restless, which makes you a little pissy. You have already scolded Taeoh once for messing up the table even though that is what he has always been doing since you started taking care of him. You realise that you must have had been too harsh when he starts crying the second time you chastise him. So you carry him up and soothe him before letting him do whatever he wants to again. He doesn't mess up the table this time.

It is about seven in the evening when you're taking a shower with Taeoh. Unknowingly, the bathroom door opens slightly. You don't realise because you're washing up the boy, but when it opens wider, you look up in fear. Then you see Jongin smiling down at you. He looks tired, but nonetheless here and right in front of you.