Maybe, Baby ||《Jaerosé》

Sitting on a Tree: K I S S I N G

Chaeyoung stands there, carefully eyeing her boyfriend of two years, who is currently squatting next to a little girl in the toy section of their local store. She couldn't possibly tell you how he got there because she swears he was right next to her thirty seconds ago. Even so, she watches him with a curious expression as he quietly whispers to the little girl about a pink toy in his hand, twisting and turning it, as if inspecting it.

The little girl laughs at something he says, her eyes moving to his face to silently ask for the toy. He nods at her, putting his palm out for her to take the toy. Chaeyoung smiles as the little girl waddles towards her mother who was watching from the other side of the aisle. "Look, mommy!" Her face is bright and her mother can't help but echo back her expression. She bows briefly at Jaehyun, walking away with the little girl gripping the back of her shirt.

Jaehyun straightens to his full length-- taller than the shelf, but only a few inches taller than Chaeyoung-- waving goodbye to the little girl with a dimpled smile. Chaeyoung raises an eyebrow. Curious, indeed.

He notices her, finally, when he turns over his shoulder. His smile widens impossibly as their eyes meet. "Hey, Chang."

"Hey yourself. You disappeared on me," she responds, watching as he struts towards her. She bites her lip, noticing (not for the first time in their relationship) that he's far too good looking for his own good.

"Sorry, sorry. I got distracted." He moves a long arm around her, carefully turning her until she fit snugly under his arm.

"I can tell." She teases, leaning into him. "I mean, she was extremely adorable."

"Hm, I don't know. I personally think you're cuter." He pokes her cheek, pulling her even closer to him, if that was even possible.

She laughs, loud enough that it rings throughout the quiet store. Chaeyoung glares at him, pinching his side playfully. "Stop it!"

He chuckles, relaxing until his arm hung loosely around her frame. Jaehyun sighs as he takes the basket she's been carrying into his other arm, steering them in the direction of the cash register. She looks up at him, trying to decipher the look on his face as he tilts it up towards the ceiling. "What's up, hun?"

Jaehyun peers down at her, eyeing her carefully as he slows their steps. "Theoretically, how many kids would you want?"

Okay. That was out of nowhere.

"Just theoretically," he reiterates, moving his arm off of her shoulders to hold her hand instead. From the look on his face she may have looked too surprised by the question.

Giggling, Chaeyoung ponders for a moment, her free hand resting on her chin. "Well, theoretically," she emphasizes, "I'd want two or three. You know, at least one boy and girl." With a hum, he nods. There's an unreadable expression that passes his face, but it is gone as quick as it came. Chaeyoung decides to let it go, for now. She looks up at him, shaking her head to move her hair out of the way. "How about you?" He looks a bit surprised that she asked him back, but his eyes sparkled with excitement a moment later.

"Hm... one, maybe.... or five... I don't know we'll see." Chaeyoung eyes him suspiciously, his answer seemed too sure for it to be spontaneous.

"Will we?" She asks, teasingly.

His eyes flash for a moment, coming to a full stop in front of her. Caught off guard, she nearly trips, but his arm is suddenly around her waist, pulling her to his chest, the other wrapped around her wrist as he drops the basket to the floor. Jaehyun leans into her, Smirking. He moves towards her ear, hot breathe ghosting over her. "I think we will," he whispers, an unspoken promise melting into her skin as he kisses the outer shell of her ear.

He stands tall, suddenly, winking at her. Jaehyun walks away, basket back in his tight grip. He doesn't bother to look back at her. Chaeyoung scoffs at his dramatics.

Still, she stands stunned, arms floating in front of her where he used to be. She's gaping, crimson traveling up her chest to her face. Feeling too hot, she fans her face with her hands, eyeing her surroundings to make sure no one was around them (and prays that no one saw) before watching Jaehyun's back retreat further away.

Chaeyoung clears her throat, in an attempt to compose herself, then taking a deep breathe as she decides to chase down her boyfriend, muttering to herself about how much of an adorable idiot he is and how much she wants to hit him for it.

Or maybe kiss him, she hasn't decided yet.