My Divine Miss Young-Min | J.J.K

CHAPTER 10: BABY DON'T CRY

Present Day.

Young-Min's Point of View

"No mommy! No! Don't go!" Hyun-Ki's tearing sobs ruins me for good.

Just a few hours ago, I once had a terrible plan to just go when he is still sleeping. But, I am afraid that he would build this feeling of not trusting me no more if I do that. The trauma of being left would ruin him and not be telling where I am going would make him distance himself. 

That is what I would want to avoid.

Hyun-Ki is my everything.

If only he knows that I can't be away from him even for a second.

"No mommy— Don't go— I be good boy. I promise. Don't go, please. I be good boy— Promise" his chubby cheeks are now tear-stained and he hiccups between his words. His chubby and little hands grab onto my sweater. 

Oh—

His expressions really break my heart.

"Please baby. Mommy won't be away that long. Besides, Madam Bong-Soo will take care of you. You like her don't you?" I cuddle him in my arms inhaling his baby scents, disguising my own tears.

This is really not working at all.

Hyun-Ki's babysitter, Madam Bong-Soo has agreed to take care of him this weekend.

Seeing my distress, her husband, Mister Dong-Gun drives us to the fire station where he works. As Hyun-Ki is very fond of fire trucks, we spend the entire morning to accompany him there. Mister Dong-Gun, Madam Bong-Soo's husband is nice enough to carry and become an instant tour guide to Hyun-Ki.

By 11 a.m, it's time to go home, as light purple shade begins to invade Hyun-Ki's tired eyelids with his thumb in his mouth.

"Mommy will go now okay baby. I'll be back in two days." I hold him as he nestles into the crook of my neck.

This time I show him my two fingers to make him understand better. Sleepily, he holds up his own two chubby fingers and looks at me. "One—Two." He said.

"Yes, baby. One for tomorrow, two for a day after tomorrow. Three, mommy will be here." I said slowly as to make him understand more.

A blob of tears invades his waterworks making me turns to Madam Bong-Soo and her husband.

"Umm—I'm really sorry. Why don't you two stay in my house, ajumeoni? Maybe then he could feel more secure and happier?" Both of them look at each other.

"He's okay the last time you babysit him there right?" I look at them again—hoping and praying.

"Oh—He did cry a bit last time, Young-Min-ya. He did cry." Madam Bong-Soo confesses.

My heart sinks as they never told me that. However, as if they are sensing my troubles, Madam Bong-Soo holds my arms.

"Hm— Don't worry dear. I think we'll pack out our stuff now and stay in your house if that makes him happier and more comfortable," She looks at her husband who nods his head.

"Ah— Thank you so much, ajumeoni! Thank you so much."  My whole-self feels a big surge of relief as she said that.

Thirty-minutes later, we are getting comfier in our house.

When Hyun-Ki finally nods sleepily and after a share of a few smooches, it's my cue to go.

An hour later Mister Dong-Gun drives me to Busan Rad Star.

Since it's nearly 12, I go inside for coffees and wait for him in the waiting area with my suitcase.

Ten minutes later, a white Lexus parks in front of me. A familiar figure gets out of the car.

I show a coffee cup for him. He smiles as he gets out of the car.

"Hey—I'm sorry. I got something I need to take care of just now. Wait—Let me." His pearly white teeth shine as he takes my suitcase.

"E—Hey Jungkook. You don't have to." Mouthing 'it's okay', he winks as well.

My heart skips a beat.

What is wrong with me?

I tilt my head to shake off the feeling.  

Girl—When a man winks at you, it doesn't mean it MEANT something. 

As I am putting on the seatbelt, I start to notice how comfy this car compare to my beetle.

"Nice car."

"Thanks."

"You look tired, Miss Young-Min."

"It's been a long day. And a—call me Young-Min. Miss is such—"

"Well, in that case, call me Jungkook,"

"Okay, Jungkook."

"Okay, Young-Min."

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"I work there since three years ago. I'm good at politics. Even our Managing Director was impressed when I tend to get all the scoop faster than the other reporters. I even get special treatment and have a direct contact when I interviewed the ministers or other important figures."

"Hmm—"

I look at Jungkook. He pouts and checks me out.

Cute.

"What?"

"I can imagine why," Jungkook's response intrigues me.

The crease between my eyebrows shows my curiosity. 

"Well, look at you," he said while tilting his head towards my whole-self.

"What are you trying to implore here?" 

"Don't get me wrong—You're young, pretty and most probably has a body to die for under that baggy clothes."

"Pftth— Why do have to say that? I work hard and I do my research too you know,"  I said as my hands trying to cover my front baggy sweaters.

"No. Wait— I'm sorry. That comes out wrong. What I mean is — you — being young and pretty. On top of that being attentive to their stories. You know, older ministers and older important people? Why would they miss the chance to share their best kept-juiciest scoop with you who is so attentive to their words and ideas? Young and pretty, on top of that too?"

Ah— His words do make sense.

"Well plus my hard work too."

He smiles.

Young and pretty huh? Hm, okay.

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