Found | k.nj - sequel

Chapter 16

A Week Later

The day of the gender reveal party slash baby shower had come.

In that time Nayoung and unnamed boyfriend had bee M.I.A.

They vanished.

Never came over.

Never caught them stalking us in places.

It was relieving.

I had realized while I had always wanted to know who my birth parents are, whether or not I had that information, it wouldn't change who I am or who I loved. I'd be the same. I never truly focused on finding them. And when they were found, I had only then realized what I never had, not that I needed it anyway.

The party was going to be small. Just our group, and Bighit staff and people.

This wasn't a public show as the public doesn't know.

"Baby~Darling~Honey~Sweetheart~Flower~
Princess~" a voice singsonged.

"You're in high spirits," I remarked.

"Sure am! Hey, did you like my new song? I call it 'Terms of Endearment for the Love of My Life!'" He chirped.

"Yeah its a great song. Maybe just shorten the title a bit," I giggled.

"Today is going to be a good day my flower," he cooed.

It's been a while since he called me his flower. Ever so delicate, carrying life's beauties.

His arms placed themselves softly on my shoulders, his warm breath enveloping me in pure euphoria.

"Nammie~I need help picking out a dress," I whined.

He kissed my lips tenderly making me forget everything in my head.

"I've already got one for you," he said during a short breath.

"But that's not important right now," I huffed.

He chuckled, planted his lips back onto mine.

We stood up, my arms carelessly draped around his neck, while his arms were securely hugging my waist.

I felt a small sensation in my stomach.

I stopped abruptly.

"Namjoon, I think the one or more of the babies just kicked," I said in shock.

His eyes widened, "Really?"

He placed his hand gently on my stomach.

"I don't feel anything," he frowned.

"Maybe because they liked it when we were kissing," I said shyly.

He smirked, "Are you sure it's them who liked it?"

I crashed my lips back onto his.

Our arms found their places, where the rested comfortably.

I felt it again.

Without breaking the kiss, I took one of Namjoon's hands that was around my waist and placed it gently on my bump, my hand right next to his.

"Don't stop," I said through it.

The babies were strong kickers.

Namjoon smiled through the kiss.

After what felt like centuries we pulled back.

"I don't think I'll ever not feel like a lovestruck nineteen year old when we kiss," I said breathlessly.

He laughed, "I must be good seeing how excited the four of you were."