Baby~ [MinJoon AU]

▫ Seventeen ▫

젠 장, 당신은 너무 귀 엽 다...

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For a moment, none of them knew how to react, as they stared into each other's eyes.

Jimin broke off the eye contact, by trailing them down and back to the top, which made Joon realise what he was wearing. He suddenly felt too self-conscious and exposed standing there, and he quickly made a mad dash to his room and locking it; abandoning the rag by the coffee table.

Jimin snapped off his dazed look when he saw Joon running away; him chasing and calling after but almost getting smacked in the face by the door.

He could hear a few shuffling and thumping sounds, and he felt his heart breaking at the broken sobs.

"Joonie please! Open the door!"

He was answered by more sobbing and he felt so helpless. He decided he would let the boy cool down, and if he didn't come out in a few minutes, he would get the spare keys and get in. He stood there and waited, walked around and waited, came back and waited... and was about to give up when-

He perked up when he heard the small creak of the door, and he was met with a heart-breaking look from the little.

"Joonie..."

"M' shorry..." A small whisper.

The door opened slightly bigger, enough to see his whole body, and Jimin realised that he had changed from his previous clothes to some shorts and a loose tee. His brows furrowed and he stepped forward, eyes behind the latter as he forcefully walk past him and into the room.

He stepped into the room and scanned the place; it was clean, not a trace of his skirt or knee highs.

"Where are they?"

"W-What-"

"Where are they Joon?" Jimin turned to his little. "Where are the clothes you wore a while ago?"

The little shifted under the glance and tone used by his caregiver, then slowly shuffled to his bed to pull out the box, which shocked Jimin more when he noticed that there were more than one.

"Do you like wearing these?" he asked as he held up the pink skirt (he thought he was imagining earlier) to his eye level, and turned them front to back, stretched and peeked inside them as if to check its style or quality. Joon blushed at the actions as it made Jimin looked like some perverted old man, and he quickly snatched it from Jimin to stuff it back in the box, face red as he tried forming a sentence.