Benefits Of Being A Babysitter { COMPLETED }

Nine

"Oppa, I think I want to move back home," you bring up softly, trying to suppress the tremble in your voice.

"What?" Jongin frowns. The pain and hurt on his face is obvious. "Why?"

You shrug, "I just..." You glance at Taeoh, who is scribbling things on a drawing block. "Miss my own home," you finish lamely.

"But you've never felt that way before," he points out. "I don't want you to move out."

Then stop meeting women who leaves lipstick stains on your collar. "I can't stay with you forever."

"Of course you can!"

But I don't want to go to sleep alone. "I just thought... maybe you would want your own space..."

"There's no such thing as space between us, sweetheart."

What about the gap between us when we went to sleep last weekend?You sigh instead, not saying anything.

Jongin comes over and sits next to you, squeezing your thigh. You don't hug him back when he embraces you. The memory of a woman's fragrance seems to clog your nose even though today he smells just like himself. You feel choked.

"Stay with me," says his faraway voice.

But it feels like you've already lost him.

Jongin's attitude had returned to normal after that dreadful weekend. He has been busy with work lately and you know he must recognise your aloofness, he just isn't saying anything about it. After a week of your cold shoulder though, Jongin breaks.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks quietly when you're having breakfast together on Saturday.

You glance at him and the image of a woman's lips on his neck appears in your head. You look to Taeoh and feed him even though he is entirely capable of feeding himself now. "No," you mumble.

"I did," he assumes from the way you're talking to him. His gaze is still scorching you.

"You didn't," you say with a stronger voice, looking straight into his eyes. You look away and your eyes roll on their own accord. You hadn't even noticed how upset you were, until now. "Taeoh, do you want more milk?" you ask the boy in an attempt to calm yourself down.

He nods eagerly and you stand to go to fetch more milk from the kitchen. You're already about to return with a full cup of milk when you notice Jongin standing behind you. You jump in shock and the white liquid spills down your shirt. You curse under your breath as Jongin flusters to move forward and clean up for you. He is apologising relentlessly.

"It's fine," you mutter when he starts dabbing a cloth on your front. He doesn't listen. "I said it's fine," you snap, pushing his hand away. You storm out of the kitchen as you pull your shirt over your head, leaving you top-naked.

"You're not PMS-ing. So what's your problem?" you hear Jongin ask you from behind, his voice sounding just as angry as yours.

"You, Kim Jongin," you whirl around and point at him. "You."

He glances at your topless form before looking back at you, hurt evident in his eyes. "Me?" he whispers brokenly.

"Yes. You who left the room when you answered calls, you who made me sleep alone for three nights, you who never touch me anymore." you're so mad that you're now heaving.

"You don't know how badly I want to touch you right now— all the time, sweetheart," he looks so pained and so sad that it would make you feel like dying, if not for the memory of that red-pink colour on his collar feeding your fuel.