6 Kids | K.NJ

Chapter 22

Immediately Namjoon and Kunpimook's heads swung toward me. "E-Excuse me?" They stuttered out. Obviously I wasn't serious and Namjoon should've known that so why was he surprised.

"I-I said me and Namjoon are en-engaged." I said wanting to shake the growing blush off my face.

Namjoon wrapped an arm around my shoulder kissing my blushing cheek. "Yeah you heard her." Namjoon said with a dimpled smile, one of absolute happiness like how he would smile around his children.

Kunipook bit his lip in spekilation. "Mmh-how long have you two even dated?" Kunpimook asked, crossing his arms over his chest, he probably saw right through our lies, but to me that didn't matter. I just wanted him out of my apartment and out of my life.

It was actually a good question, I mean things like that were hard to keep up with. Me and Namjoon weren't an average couple. A normal couple didn't have six kids, three from every person. They usually weren't co-workers, or usually this young.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Kunipmook. "Long enough Kunpimook, now get lose." Namjoon said as his eyes narrowed looking at my...ex-husband.

"Fine Namjoon, but don't forget to invite me and Areum to the wedding." That was a low blow to both of us. Kunpimook smirked walked out of my small apartment. It was one of those smirks that without context qould be amazing, but with context all I wanted to do was punch him in his handsome face.

Namjoon smiled at me making my heart flutter. "Calm down So-Sang, he's just teasin ya'." Namjoon stated probably noticing my face. His words helped, but wouldn't lossen this feeling.

I relaxed into his grasped, snuggling into his muscular chest. "I know it's just...after years of not seeing his face and now he's here ordering to see his kids." I muttered with some tears escaping my eyes. To be honest I was getting tired of crying over my ex-husband.

His arms squeezed around, pushing me against his chest harder. "D-Don't cry So-Sang, espically over some punk like Kunpimook." Namjoon said into my hair, comforting me.

"H-He didn't even know Jungkook's birthday." In my mind, a parent not knowing their child's birthday that was downright shameful.

Namjoon petted my head lightly. "Come on So-Sang, I was serious about that date." Namjoon said letting go of me and taking hold of my hands.

My checks tinted a light pink as I pushed back strands of hair. "O-Oh," my eyes shifted to the ground looking at my shoes.

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Namjoon walked beside me as I pushed Jungkook's stroller.

His cheeks and ears turned a shade of pink. He wasn't one to blush, that was usually me.

He scratched his check looking down at where he was stepping on the beige colour crosswalk. "S-So-Sang, about the whole m-marriage thing were you serious?" Namjoon asked bashfully.

My whole body stopped in place, it felt as even my heart stopped as well. My hand fell from Jungkook's stroller to the side of my hips.

Nervously I looked up catching his dark brown eyes with my own. In his there was hope, love, and unsureness. In my heart I felt love, happiness, and a pinch of lust when I with Namjoon. My eyes might portray my feeling differently, but that's what I felt.

Shyly I grabbed his hand rubbing it softly. To be honest I couldn't help, but want him to take me seriously and I didn't know why.

"N-Not unless you want it to be."