BABY MAMA | pjm

XVIII

ACT IV | SCENE XVIII

❝PAPA❞

JIMIN WONDERED IF he had gotten the wrong house. he leaned back and checked the house number again before looking back at the strange woman. she stood with a hand on her hip, one brow cocked in question. she looked foreign with her copper hair and green eyes.

"i'm sorry, who are you?" he inquired in english, wondering who the woman was and why she was answering the door to jangmi's home. did jangmi move out without letting him know? his leg began to twitch and he drummed his fingers against his thigh.

"i should be asking you that." she answered in fluent korean, surprising him. "i'm looking for han jangmi." he answered. "you still haven't told me who you are." her eyes raked over his body almost sensually before coming back up to meet his.

jimin cleared his throat, feeling instantly uncomfortable at being so openly checked out. he flexed his fingers, rubbing them against the fabric of his trousers and resumed drumming them. "i'm park jimin." he told her, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

he saw the recognition pass over her face before returning to its impassiveness. "oh, so you're rosalie's father." she spoke in french so the only thing he picked up was his daughter's name. "jangmi's not home." she told him.

"well, can i come in and wait for her?" he looked at her expectantly. she stared him down for a moment before moving aside to let him in. it was only when he was inside that he realised what she was wearing. most of her fair skin was exposed. she wore a spaghetti strapped satin top that dipped low, exposing her cleavage and incredibly short shorts. he shifted his gaze away from her body quickly, feeling his cheeks warm slightly. he hurried to the living room and sat on the couch, pulling his phone out to text namjoon.

she sat on the couch across from him, where jangmi usually sat, crossing one leg over the other. jimin pretended not to see her as he tapped away at his phone. a frown formed on his face at the fact that namjoon found his current situation amusing.

"did you tell jangmi that you'll be coming?" she asked, causing him to look up. "uh, no." he answered and returned his gaze back to his phone. "hmm, okay." she nodded. he felt her eyes boring into him as she sat with her arms folded across her chest. he could tell that she didn't particularly like him. it made him wonder what jangmi had said about him. clearly, none of it could be good. he scowled at his phone where his two friends only thought his discomfort was hilarious.

the sound of the code being entered pulled both their gazes up. giggles followed jangmi yelling, "hey, stop whispering!" jimin got on his feet just as hoseok appeared in the living room with rosalie wrapped around his middle like a koala. "oh, hey." his gaze met jimin's. rosalie turned her face which was buried in his shirt. "papa!" she squealed, sliding off hoseok and pattering towards her father's open arms. jangmi appeared next to hoseok then. "you're here." she stated, voice even. "uh, yeah."

"hoseokie." jimin turned to the other woman at the sound of her voice which had lowered drastically, her tone friendly. "brigitte," hoseok's smile was stiff as he wrapped his fingers around jangmi's wrist.

jimin watched with fascination as the woman sashayed her way to him. he saw the obvious look of amusement on jangmi's face when she snatched her hand away, giving them space. the woman, whom hoseok had referred to as brigitte, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. jimin lifted a hand over rosalie's eyes when she surprised him by kissing hoseok on the lips. rosalie giggled as she tried to pull his hand down and away from her eyes. jangmi snorted as hoseok moved back, letting an awkward chuckle leave his lips.