Baby Daddy | p.jimin [COMPLETED]

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Nari
Two weeks had passed and still we hadn't heard from the police station. No one had come forward for Jun. Despite being sad for him, I couldn't deny the feeling of relief of having more time to spend with the young infant.

If I wasn't working or hanging out with Heejung, I was always with Jimin and Jun. We had grown closer through our mutual love for Jun and because we actually enjoyed each other's company more than we used to.

Had I not judged him so much with our rocky start, maybe it wouldn't have taken this long for me to like Jimin. The more we got to know and learn about one another, the more my interest grew. He occupied an unhealthy chunk of my mind.

It reminded me of my high school days when I first began liking Hoseok. Only this time it was a little more intense and rather frustrating at times. Especially at work, a place where I very much disliked slacking or being distracted.

I could easily hide my feelings from a foolish person like Jimin however I couldn't do the same with Heejung. She noticed how often I smiled and laughed, something that was very unlike me.

"We're almost there," said Jimin.

We were in his car, driving towards another orphanage from his list that he had created. We had visited one every single day for the last four days but none of them Jimin was satisfied with. The one we were going to was the furthest away from us out of all the orphanages we had visited so far.

He parked the car in front of a small church and turned off the engine. I held Jun whilst Jimin got out the pram. Once we were all set, Jimin lead the way as I tagged along. We walked on the narrow gravel path behind the church where there stood a large cottage. It looked like something right out of a children's fairy-tale, with green plants intertwined around the windows.

Jimin said it was a small orphanage, housing babies to six year olds. It was run by the church nuns whom he had called a few days, informing them about their visit.

At the door, a young nun warmly greeted us. She led us through the noisy house where we passed the kids in their playroom, who looked at us with curious beady eyes. We entered the dining room and took a seat. A few minutes later we were joined by the owner of the orphanage, who introduced herself as Sister Jane.

She was a lot older than I imagined. Were it not for the wrinkles near her nose, mouth and eyes, anyone would've thought she was much younger. Her smile was bright and youthful unlike her mature age. She moved with such ease and spoke with the energy of a young person.

"Is this Jun?" asked Sister Jane, smiling at the sleeping baby. "How adorable!"

Jimin explained the story behind how he ended up in his care.

"It makes me so thankful and happy that in this day and age, there are still young people as compassionate as the two of you."

"Even though it was pretty challenging to look after him as someone who has never even held a baby, I enjoyed having him as a company."

"I understand how you feel and it was that same emotion which led me to open this orphanage. These energetic children can be a handful at times but it's all very rewarding. It's our responsibility to look after God's gifts."

The rest of our time in the orphanage was spent by Jimin signing a few documents and writing down information about Jun. Seeing him write about a baby's temperament with such ease and knowledge made me realise just how much he had changed from the first time I saw him holding Jun.

"Thank you very much for your visit. See you next week!"

We waved goodbye to Sister Jane before she closed the front door.

Jimin let out a sigh. "Wow. Only a week left."

"I'm going to miss him a lot," I said, kicking a rock on the ground.

He looked at me with a surprised expression. "Really?"

I couldn't blame him for his confusion. After all, I had never once talked about how I truly felt about Jun. On top of that, Heejung always commented that my body language wasn't easy to understand. It was something I needed to focus on, being more outwards about my emotions. Maybe then I would be less misunderstood. Most people misjudged my cold expression into thinking I disliked them, it was something that got me into a lot of trouble at school and early on in my career.

"To be honest, I always thought children were a pain in the ass. Actually, they still are but they are also kind of likable so I guess it's bearable."

"Seems like I wasn't the only one who changed," he said, smiling at me.

"Jun has made miracles."

He let out a chuckle and shook his head. "How did you do this to us, Jun?"

On the last week of Jun living with Jimin, I tried my best to spend as much time as possible with them. In all honesty, I struggled a lot due to work coincidentally being doubled that same week. As someone who worked overtime almost every other day, everyone at work found it rather strange to see me run out of my office as soon as it was home time.

We visited different parks around the city and collected many memories captured in photographs. One photo of me and Jun even ended up on my office desk which gained me many questionable looks from colleagues.

When the day of Jun's move to the orphanage finally arrived, I tagged along. I observed Jimin as he rapidly blinked his wet eyes, which wondered around the children's playground. After initially hesitating, he gently handed Jun in Sister Jane's arms.

A few children ran up to us, wanting to see his face. Their eyes lit up and their mouths opened as they stared at Jun with awe. I couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Jimin's lips tugged up into a small smile. He bit his bottom lip when it began to waver. I could see how much he was struggling to hold back his tears. I wanted to comfort him but didn't feel confident enough to do so.

"Please look after him well," Jimin's voice cracked as he spoke.

Sister Jane looked up and gave him a warm smile. It seemed as though she knew how he felt.

I handed a small polaroid photograph to the nun besides Sister Jane. "It's a photo of the three of us."

"We will make sure little Jun never forgets the kindness from both of you," she replied.

Jimin was reluctant to leave and eventually I managed to drag him out of the orphanage. He kept turning around and waving at Sister Jane and Jun. Once we walked past the church, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"I feel so happy but sad at the same time," he said, looking at the ground.

I didn't know what to say back, so I awkwardly patted his back. What I didn't expect him to do was pull me into him, wrapping both his arms tightly around my back. For a few seconds I was unsure what to do. Although, I didn't want to push him away. So, I ended up wrapping my arms around his waist.

A/N: There is less than five chapters left until this story is completed! Then I will be moving on to the spin-off with Jungkook the security guard as the main.