One night -TaeJin {Editing}

Chapter 14

Taehyung's POV

"I'm back!!" SeokJin says, entering my office for the nth time today. I nod, not really paying attention to what he's doing or saying, but I swear his mood changes fast.

The mansion was also much more silent while he was gone. It was the best 5 hours of my life. No Interruptions from my work. Now he's here and I'm sure it's going to be hard to concentrate.

"I've been thinking...uhhh why aren't you listening to me.??" I raise my eyebrows "Maybe because I'm busy at the moment. With important work." He sighs.

My eyes widen as he sits on my thighs. His arms around my neck. "Taehyungie, I think we should start thinking of names for the baby."  I look at him straight in the eyes.

I ignore his statement. "Why are you wearing my hoodie?" He smiles. "You don't like it?" I look at him confused. Who in the right mind would think I like him borrowing my stuff without my permission?

"No." He pouts. I stare into his eyes for a few seconds, looking away when I realize what I'm doing. His hand finds its way to my own, leading me under my hoodie and his shirt. "D-do you feel that? It's our baby." I smile, acting as if I really care. "Wow... I didn't already know that."

He looks at me seriously. "When I'm gone are you even going to care about him? Are you going to take care of him? Are you going to tell him about me. Are you—." His voice cracks, bottom lip quivering.

"How are you so sure you're going to be gone(die)? Namjoon doesn't know about you 2 so I don't get why you keep saying stuff like this." I mean it's true, for the past 2 days all I've heard is when I'm gone this and that. It's starting to get on a nerve.

He lowers his head. "I just have a feeling, and usually my gut is never wrong. J-just promise me you'll do those things... I know you don't care about me, but tell me you'll love and care for him."

I sigh. "Look, I might never care about him or you. All I can promise is that I'll protect him until he's old enough to defend himself." A smile appears on his face, slowly. "I guess I'll have to accept that."

"Come on, I'll show you all the things I bought for him." I don't even have time to answer him. He gets off me fast and drags me to the room he's been staying in. Which happens to be my sex room, what can I say I'm a man with needs.

I sit on the couch, watching him sit on the floor next to all the bags that are all over the floor. "What room will be his? I want to help make the room!"

"The room that's next to this one. Is that good for you?" He nods, taking out a few baby outfits. "I want this to be the first outfit he wears." It's a knitted bear like onesie. I look at him confused, I mean why do I have to know this. He can just put the outfit on the baby himself when he's born.

He shows me a few more things he bought. At this point I'm getting bored because I HONESTLY DON'T CARE! I'm not going to be too rough on him though only because I had been looking for someone to carry my heir. I just got lucky with him. So I'll be ok with him just until he has this baby and then his life is up to him.  Who knows he might get lucky and Namjoon will never find out about this.

"So I know I already asked this, but can I name him? Or if you want we can name him together." I groan, annoyed with all these baby things. "Fine... we can both name him? How's that?" He smiles and says something under his breath. So low I don't catch it.

"That's great Taehyungie!!" He runs over to me, sitting on my lap again. Looking deep into my eyes. He stares deep into them for a few minutes, without a word.

My eyes widen as I feel petal like lips touch my own. They then close as I accept the beautiful feeling of his lips moving against mine. It's the best feeling I've ever felt in my entire life. It feels so intimate, delicate, and soft. It doesn't hold luscious feeling behind it. The kiss starts getting deeper, then I open my eyes realizing what I'm doing.

I push him off me (not to hard.) "I'll be back later, got to take care of something."

His eyes widen. "N-no please, d-don't leave(I realized I spelled leaves like leves 2 chapters ago so I'm sorry)me alone." I walk out, ignoring the tears coming out of his eyes. I really don't understand why he's so scared of staying alone. I mean it's not like he's completely alone, my men will be there with him.

I just need time to think about what just happened. I've never felt those electrifying feeling until now. To be completely honest I don't like it at all. The feeling of almost loving or love in general. Even the word love makes me feel disgusting. I hope I'm not too late to show him that loving me is not an opinion, but why do I get the feeling it's little to late for that?

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A girl was bored
-Me