underage////yoonmin

chapter 4

"Do you like being called Baby Boy?" I smirk, looking down at him. "Yes, I like it when you call me that." He pulled at the bottom of his shorts, not looking at me. "Such a cutie." I squish his cheeks, making him look at me.

"No I'm not." He giggles, trying to pull away moving my hand. "Oh, but you are." I smile bring him closer.

I can't control myself, he looks so kissable right now. I shouldn't, but I want to so badly I think as I start leaning closer into him. His eyes grow wide, looking very confused at what I'm doing. We both jump at the loud sound of my ring tone.

"Damn it." I sigh, fishing for my phone in my pocket. Jimin giggles at my struggles, but I finally get it.

"Hello?" I smile, shushing Jimin and his giggling.

"What happen to you coming in today?"

"Shit, sorry Namjoon I forgot."

"What still heartbroken? Yoongi just come back for the day it will get your mind off things, come on you can tell me anything."

I sigh into the phone, "Okay I will be there in a few."

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear! Your ass better show up because, if I sit here and you don't. I will kick your ass myself."

Before I can even say anything else he hangs up on me. "Rude much." I sigh, looking down at Jimin. "Do you have to leave?" He sticks out his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry, Baby Boy." I frown. "It's okay, I understand." He smiles standing from the couch. "I'll walk you out." I stand behind him, leading him to the door.

"Thank you." He shyly looks away. "You're so cute when you're shy." I open the door, grabbing his waist to guide him out. I let go, turning around grabbing my bag and closing the door.

"Bye Jiminie, I'll see you around." I smile, walking down the hall. "Bye Yoongi." He blushed madly. "I still can't stand these damn stairs." I groan, slowly making my way down.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I look out the lobby Windows seeing it pouring down. "Why me all the time?" I sigh, throwing on my back pack.

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"You know you could have called me to come get you." Namjoon chucked looking me up and down. "Yeah yeah, shut it. I made it, that's what is important." I struggle to fight with my wet hoody.

"Hey man, don't throw your wet stuff on my things." Namjoon points to his bag and stuff by the door. "Fine." I smirk, throwing him my hoody and bag. "Hey! That's just great, now I'm wet." He sighs. "Oh baby, I didn't know I made you feel that way." I smirk grabbing his hair as I open my laptop.

"Dude, just no, but I done have eyes on someone." Namjoon shakes his head. "Oh is that so, guess I missed some stuff while I was out." I look up from the laptop. "Yeah while you were out 'Sick', I found me an amazing singer that's amazing to look at also." He winks at me. "A pink haired beauty." Namjoon carries on and on.

"Alright, I get she's amazing." I laugh, "He." Namjoon corrects me. I turn toward him, "I didn't know you swing that way. Well what's your status with this pink haired man?" I question. "What do you mean?" He looked confused. "You guys talking, dating, what?" I ask, laughing.

"I guess we can call it just talking, he has a son and he's not sure how he'll take us being together. I also, haven't made it into his pan-" I cut him off. "Woah. Woah dude, you just can't hit it and quit it. Namjoon he has a kid, we are talking about a kid you know you are going to be a Dad too and if you can't handle that, then I think it's best you don't hit it." I open some files. "Yeah I guess you're right." I laugh, "You know I am fucking right."