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We were lying on top of everything with Y/n cuddled against my side once again, her upper leg over mine, her back toward the door, finally -- at least for the moment -- satisfied, when a tiny voice said "Mommy are you taking a nap too?" I cringed and didn't know what to do. Y/n did however.
Without moving her own body she answered "Yes, we're taking a nap too. Can you go in and freshen up while Mr. Park and I get up? The bathroom was across from where you were sleeping."
Her response of "okay," and the barely discernible sound of her feet padding down the hall gave us the opportunity to get up and dress ourselves. The string of clothes from the door to the bed apparently hadn't even registered with Areum.
"Don't worry about it," Y/n said, trying to ease my anxiety about us and her daughter. "She didn't see anything except maybe your leg and arm, and she sees me naked all the time. She takes showers with me and sees me getting dressed all the time, and I sometimes lie down and take a nap with her too."
"That still doesn't keep it from being awkward," I answered.
"If you don't make a deal about it, she won't either. She only knows what we teach her, so just ignore it and she won't think anything of it. We haven't had any men in our life yet, she doesn't know what to think." I could see what she was saying, but still, I was glad that I had my pants on and was pulling my shirt back on when I heard the toilet flush down the hall and Areum again came flying into the room.
"Did you sleep with Mommy?" Areum asked, grabbing her mother's hand as she looked at me. Only out of the mouths of babies could such a question be entirely innocent. I remembered Y/n's statement, it was all I could do not to grin and laugh. I saw Y/n suck her lip in and look away. I kept my eyes on Areum.
"We had a nice nap," I told her straight faced. I looked away, catching the clock as I did. It had been two hours and ten minutes since she'd gone down for her nap.
"Can we go to the park again? Pleeeaasssseee Mommy? Can we?" Areum begged as we were putting her into her car seat.
"I'm sure Mr. Park has other things to do," Y/n answered. Actually I had been trying to think of anyway at all to extend the day, to refrain from returning Y/n and Areum to their apartment. I'd enjoyed talking with Y/n, but talking as an adult with a child listening in is awkward also.
"It would be fine with me, I've got nothing scheduled," I corrected, "But that's totally up to your mother."
"You wouldn't mind?" Y/n asked, examining my face for clues.
"Not at all. Actually, it's a good excuse to not have to take you home." She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, a Mona Lisa smile crossing her lips before she turned away.
"I'm hoping you'll let me see you again," I told Y/n as we sat down at the same table we'd had lunch at, Areum happily running for the slide in the play area.
"That could be difficult" Y/n said, not looking at me. "I have to take Grace to work at least five days a week and she works nights. She's supporting me right now, and the money she makes is going to put me through medical school, so you know that's not going to stop any time soon."
"I know that," I answered. "But if you don't make a big deal about it, Grace won't either. She only knows what we teach her, so just ignore it and she won't think anything of it." I saw her look over at me out of the corner of her eye, recognizing my words as hers earlier, but refusing as yet to look right at me.
"But what about those guys like Beom Seok, won't they be a problem?"
I thought about it for a bit. How did I really feel about Being Seok going to the club regularly, ogling Grace's naked body, being a regular contributor to her Medical School fund? It had grown to an awkward silence when I finally answered. "I don't know -- I suppose someday if things work out, we might have to introduce him to Y/n, but for now -- I don't see him that often. And besides, why should I care? Grace is nowhere near as beautiful as Y/n." It was her turn to not say anything for a long while.
"During the school year I've got these bastard teachers that are always assigning what they think is easy homework, but it takes lots of time you know."
"That's true," I answered without hesitation, "but at least you'll be able to make sure you get all your homework turned in."
"Hmmm." I watched her in thought, her head bobbing gently. "I don't know," she said in a voice that made my heart sink, her pause just long enough to have the ultimate effect. "My education and my daughter comes first. I can't go wasting money at this point in my life going to movies, and I have to have popcorn when I go to the movies. I can't go wasting even more money on baby sitters; I do enough of that when Grace has to work. Areum and I come as a package, you'll have to spring for popcorn and baby sitters. But if you can handle that, it's about 6 weeks before the new semester starts and perhaps we might be able to see each other again, Mr. Park."
It was my time to say "Hmmm." I sat quietly for a moment, thinking about how I was going to say it. "Y/n, Mr. Park is a professor at the university, but in private life his name is Jimin. I know Y/n has only ever known Me. Park, but I'd really like her to know Jimin." She nodded her head, an impish smile crossing her lips. For the first time since we sat down, she turned to look at me.
"I don't know, Jimin, that raises a whole new set of questions." I looked at her puzzled momentarily before she continued. "For instance, can Jimin kiss as good as Mr. Park? Is this Jimin going to make me forget about my daydreams of Mr. Park? I've only got just the one bed at my house and Areum and I sleep together. And if I get into trouble again next semester am I going to have to put out for Mr. Park and Jimin to get a good grade or..." I pulled her to me and kissed her.
She shut up.
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Add to your reading list.That was it guys.
An abrupt ending but I might think of making a book 2 in future.
No promises.
Now my main focus is gonna be the oneshot book and I'm gonna start a BTS all member oneshot and a fluffy oneshot for Jimin.
Look forward to it. 💜Love,
Chimmy-licious.
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