Seven months had passed by now. It happened so fast. You'd think everything was resolved but each time I'd even try to post something mentioning my son, some obsessed BTS fan would immediately explain how and why IT can't possibly be Yoongi's child. What I hated most was that Suga never said anything about it, or answered questions. His reason was that Bighit would like for him to wait for their tour in America, before he actually confirms it. Now I look like some lame trying to force a baby onto him to the media. I've managed to stay off the internet for a while, but today I was curious. I signed into my Twitter account and received massive amounts of notifications. The first thing on my page was someone @ing me. There were plenty of comments and retweets so I checked it out. It was an actual comparison. Wow.
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I rolled my eyes. Of course it's his. I was sick of people taking pictures of Kae and doing things like this with them. I don't even allow people to take pictures of my baby anymore without permission, but I guess my sister took it upon herself to post one on Instagram with the little hat she got him. I knew this would happen. My sister's post was 6 hours ago and this tweet was just 5 hours ago. How do people even take the time to dig stuff up like this? "Hey, I thought we agreed you wouldn't be so caught up on twitter." I turned around to look at Kyle. "I thought we agreed you'd start knocking before entering my home." I spoke smugly. "Well when you give somebody a key they start to feel like they don't have to knock ya know?" He replied, moving long strands away from his face after sitting his dunkin donuts bag down. "For emergency purposes." I say. "Shut up, now to important stuff, I brought you coffee and donuts." I smile as he began going through the bag. "Thank you." I replied once he handed me a donut. My favorite. He leant forward, hugging me. "Please stay off of social media for a while. I hate when you get hurt by that stuff alright. You know what's up with you. Don't let them tell you." I smiled and accepted the kiss he planted on my forehead and I bit into the donut. "Thanks Ky." I said. I heard Kaelan's cries from the next room and sat the donut down. "Someone's finally awake." I mutter as I walked into his room. He sounded like he was dying and I felt so bad, because I couldn't do much about it. He was crying, sitting up using the bars of the crib to hang on to, with a red face and pouty lips. "Aw baby, shh" I spoke, picking up his tiny body. I entered the living room and laid him down on his pad, rushing to search for his numbing gel. When I walked back into the room, Kyle was holding him cooing sweet words into his ear and rocking him, calming him down a bit. Kyle was truly a beautiful person. He was inside and out. Of course, he's had his times and had been through things like everyone else, but he's such a kind person. Like Suga, he's 23 and sometimes Suga reminds me of him. Except Suga can act a bit more careless than Kyle. Kyle doesn't care to show how he feels. Why am I comparing the two? Anyways, he's been there for me for 6 years, but we're just now reuniting after 2 years since he decided to move to France one year and to his hometown in Italy the next one. It's great to have him back.
