Mommy's Baby Boy 18+

Chapter 20

If you want to, you can read the A/N if you'd like. It's just explaining things about how I've been doing during the pandemic. Here's something I wanted to share though:

Tell me what you guys think about. This was sent from my relative.

*Now we are back to where Jungkook was 'crying' at Kiaria's house but its in Jimin's POV*

Jimin,

I huffed slightly as I managed to get inside Kiaria's room through the window. As I stepped further in the room, I could hear Jungkook's fake sobs from downstairs.

I left the window open just in case Kiaria comes in unexpectedly. I took a look around the room, taking in all the memories that took place in here. I shook away those thoughts before reaching into my pocket to grab my small notepad.

I feel around my other pocket only to realize I forgot my pen in the car.

Fuck!

I look around in panic, hoping that Kiaria would have a pen lying around. Luckly, Kiaria had a blue pen lying on her desk.

I grabbed it and began writing a note on the notepad. Once I was finished, I ripped out the page and sat it on her pillow.

I placed the pen in the correct position, back on her desk before shooting Jungkook a text that I was done.

I climbed out of the window and landed into the bushes with an oof. I brushed some of the sticks and dirt off of me before returning back to the car.

Kiaria,

I ran my fingers through Jungkook's hair as lied down on my lap, tears still running down his cheeks.

His nose was cherry red and his eyes were bloodshot. He told me about how he thinks Taehyung was cheating and how he saw him walking with a girl.

I told him that it could be a misunderstanding but his sobs were too loud so I just stayed quiet until he calmed down.

I checked the time on my phone and it read, 11:12pm.

Where is Kihyun?

I felt Jungkook lifting from my lap and sitting up. I looked at his puffy face and mentally coo'd at how adorable he was.

He would be the cutest baby boy—

Baby boy..

Baby..

Boy..

I miss being a dom in a relationship. Being someone's baby girl can be good at times but I need a baby boy and Kihyun isn't willing.

But I love Kihyun and if he doesn't want to be my baby boy then so be it.

I jumped once I heard Jungkook's phone ping, indicating he had a notification.

I saw his reaction change slightly before he excused himself to the restroom. I watched him go up the stairs before I called Kihyun, wanting to see if he's okay. He needs to come home.

The phone rung for a few moments before I heard the line pick up. "Hello?" A raspy unfamiliar tone filled my ears.

It sent a good shiver down my spine before I was able to recollect myself.

"U-um who is this?" Who has Kihyun's phone.

"Oh, um—" There was a deep silence before I heard Kihyun's voice. "Baby?"

I stared at the phone before sighing and holding it to my ear. "Where are you honey? I'm worried." I said as I heard some more voices in the background.

"Oh—I'm at—'s house." his phone was becoming slightly staticky. Soon his phone hung up and I was faced with silence.

I scoffed before throwing my phone on the couch. Soon, Jungkook came downstairs and his face was surprisingly cleared.

No bloodshot eyes.

No puffy cheeks or eyes.

No red nose.

Just absolutely clear. Like he never came in here, looking like a mess. "Okay thank you but I have to go!" He rushed out before slamming the door causing me to wince.

Why is everything so weird right now?

I just shook it off and soon I got a text from Kihyun, saying he was at his brother's house and he might stay the night.

I huffed as I realized I was gonna be home alone tonight, again.

I need a bottle of wine.

I trudged to my kitchen before grabbing the cherry red merlot from the fridge.

I popped the cork and began drinking from the bottle. Kihyun doesn't like merlot anyways.

I managed the drink half the bottle in a span of 10 minutes. I was tipsy but not throwed.

I clumsily made my way upstairs before making my way to the bedroom. I yawned and picked out Kihyun's shirt with some underwear.

I took a brisk shower, brushed my teeth, and made my way to my bed. I flopped ontop of my bed but winced once I heard a paper crunching sound.

I got up and looked around my bed quizzically until I saw the small note paper that sat on my bed.

Who the fuck was in my house?

I carefully took the note and began reading:

Kiaria, I know you're probably confused to as if why there's a paper sitting on your bed but nows not the time to talk about it. I know you know my handwriting and I know you probably think I'm a creep right now but damnit Kiaria I just need to talk to you. Please. You don't have to like me, you can hate me. I just want to talk. If you're willing to meet up to talk, text this number 239-1321 and we'll meet tomorrow. I promise I won't try anything, I just need to hear your voice.

I stare at the note blankly. I'm honestly speechless. How the hell did he get into my house?

That's practically breaking and entering. I sighed before crushing it into a ball and throwing it in the trash can.

I don't need this bullshit.

•°•°•°

Hello guys, sorry for the wait. My anxiety has been a little off the charts since this pandemic and I'm very concerned for my family's well being. Nobody in my family is infected by the virus, thank God but my parents are essential workers and I'm constantly worried for them.

I pray that all goes well and that everything clears up quickly. My prayers go out to families that are affected and nurses that are putting themselves at risk for our safety. Thank you.

If you need to talk, my PMs are always open. Stay safe guys.