Hey, Baby→𝙆𝙏𝙃

1•Unexpected Visit

Oh, Baby!

"You need to get this, it's good for the mothers who are in their second trimester." The girl who seemed to be as the same age as me, suggests with a friendly smile on her face. Her cute face revealed a dimple on the side of her cheeks as she speaks to me in a pleasant manner.

"Erm, thanks." I bow timidly, not knowing how else to show my gratitude. 

''Ah don't mention! also, don't be too formal, You look the same age as me.'' She smiles once again. She wanted to keep on talking to me, but I abruptly take the leave. She probably was stunned by my unpoliteness, but what can I do, I have started to get a fear that people will betray me again. If I have to keep my broken heart pieces in one place, then I have to keep myself away from trusting people.

Pretending to reach for the shelf next to me, I attempt to gaze towards the dimpled girl. Her help was very much appreciated by me, but sadly I wasn't aware of what more I can offer her. It isn't everyday that people will come up to me, offering a friendly hand only to snatch away later. The girl stares towards my direction for a couple more seconds until muttering something and taking the leave.

I leave a sigh. I don't want friends.

I was about to quit pretending and leave with the food when I once again see the same girl. She appears again, but this time with a pack of organic salad packet. ''Here you go, this is good for the baby too.'' She returns a friendly smile again. I awkwardly smile and take what she had to offer.

It's okay, Y/n just this interaction, then you can go home. I encourage myself mentally. Avoiding eye contacts would be the best option, she will think I am rude and then leave on her own.

Before I could utter anything, I hear a chuckle. ''You are very shy, aren't you? don't worry I won't ask you anything if you don't want me to.'' With that being said, she takes the leave. For once I felt bad, she was just trying to be polite after all.

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Shopping. Shopping can never go wrong.

I was roaming around the mall freely without any worry engulfing my heart. Shopping a few essential stuff and looking through the stuff that I don't usually need, but hey what's the harm in checking right?

I feel a sudden vibration against my right thigh. I take my phone out of my pocket as I receive an unread message. Being an antisocial meant, there are only two people that could possibly be texting me right now. It's either my landlady or my boss.

Yep. It's the landlady. What can I say, I'm a lonely bitch who has no friends.

After my sarcastic thought, my mouth automatically leaves a groan, knowing very well the reason behind the text.

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Crazy Lady

Hello, I'm texting you to remind you that,
your new roommate will be moving today so make sure to be nice.

I will.

Listen, Y/n. Please make an effort to be nice to them.

THEM? How many people are moving into my house???

Two. And corrections, it's my house.

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She's simply rude and extremely forward. But that being said, I can never get myself to hate her. Afterall, the lady gave me a home when I most needed one and always tries to guide me like a mother that I never had.

I lived in that house alone. Trying to save my life and my unborn baby. I'm 24 weeks pregnant and being a single mother isn't quite a fun job to do. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite grateful to the landlady for not kicking me out after I failed to pay my rent for over two months in a row. So, she proposed the idea of my possible roommates. She knew my current state and how I am unable to move around homeless, which is why she asked me to support her idea. But, I will be living with two girls?! I crap my pants just by the thought of me sharing a house with one person and here this lady is adding another one.

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Crazy Lady

Two girls? isn't it too much?

No. It's not. It's perfect by seeing your situation.

Fine. Fine. Don't remind me of my situation okay!! I know.

Good.

Alright, when are they coming?

Around two hours?

Ugh.

Also. It's not two girls. It's a girl and a boy. They are around your age
So, you should be fine.

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Stomping my legs loudly enough to gain few random stares, I let out a loud breath in order to calm down. This is honestly so unfair that it's not even funny. I will be sharing a house with a man? If that does not prove how I have mixed feelings for my landlady, then I don't know what will.

After walking around for a while and drowning my brain in never-ending thought, I catch a cafe in my sight. Maybe a little bit of coffee will help me calm down? My doctor had instructed me to limit my caffeine intake to very little. As much as it is very enticing to indulge in more coffee, for now, I have to stick to one cup a day.

As I step into the shop, I get in the line. A tall figure was before me, hands in the pocket of his red hoodie. I could notice a pair of ear-plug hanging from his ears, indicating how less he cared for his surroundings. The undercut of his brown hair was making his back look extremely attractive, making me weirdly check him out, even though I can't comprehend his face properly.

I couldn't really hear him speak when he finally gets the opportunity to order as my stomach abruptly begins to twitch out of pain. I hold my belly and part my lips away to inhale.

''Ah!'' My mouth involuntarily whimper as my legs slightly tremble. I reach the nearby table and sit on the chair available. I breathe out loudly in relief when the pain disappeared after a few passing seconds.

''Excuse me, that's my seat.'' I hear someone speaking.

''Sorry, I was just-'' My tongue falls off immediately when I catch someone's eyes.

It would've been an understatement if I said, I lost the track of my breathing. Not knowing how to comprehend, I stare at the same red-hooded guy who was in the line with me. The same guy who I was checking out a few minutes ago. Most importantly, he was the same guy who left me exactly five months ago.

He has brown hair now, not the blonde one I used to love. His brown hair was slightly curled up in a messy way, not the silky ones I used to touch. He slightly got tanned, facial feature grew a bit sharper, not the slightly puffed up cheeks that I used to adore. He might be the same exact person but, for my eyes, he completely changed. His eyes showing no love or interest or any adoration, unlike the old times when his affection needed no words.

Kim Taehyung.

My heart is pumping. After so many months, it felt like it had a purpose.

''Oh my God.'' My tongue slips. I see his mouth moving up and down. I was expecting my name to come out from his mouth, but there was none.

His eyes move down to my stomach. The eyes bulge out as I see his orbs turning darker in confusion. What did that look mean? Anger? Shock? or Disappointment?

''I-Is that mine?!''

After 5 months, 2 weeks and 3 days, I hear Kim Taehyung's voice.

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