Y/N's POV.

Momo was still screaming in my arms. Before I was going to bang my head on a wall, my Dad came in.

"Is she still crying?" Dad rubbed his eyes.

"What do you think..." I slurred the words out, I was beyond tired to even talk properly. "Please Dad, do something."

"Did you try feeding her?"

"I tried heating up some goat milk, but she refused to drink it, then I changed her nappy again just to be sure, but why is she still constantly crying?" I complained wearily.

"Y/N your daughter doesn't know how to talk, how else is she going to tell you there's something wrong?"

Well how am I supposed to know? I'm not psychic.

"Your mum use to listen to how you cried, different cries mean different things."

"Dad, that doesn't help, even my ears are tired."

"Pass Momo over to me then," Dad reached his hands out.

I gladly passed Momo to him and flopped on my bed. I peered as I saw Dad placing his hand over her forehead and flushed cheeks.

"Simple." Dad said triumphantly.

"Simple? What do you mean?" I muttered.

"She's got a fever that's all."

"We need to call the doctor right away then." I declared.

"You don't need to, just avoid wrapping her up in so many sheets." Dad addressed.

And he was right. I placed Momo back in her cot and placed less layers over her. She instantly quietened down. She was obviously too hot in those layers of blankets.

"Thanks, Dad." I mumbled softly. A few minutes later, I felt Dad place my duvet over me.

He muffled a few words that I couldn't hear properly, kissed my forehead and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.

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The vibration of my phone woke me up with start. I rubbed my eyes and observed Momo. She was still fast asleep, which was a good thing because I reckoned I had 10 minutes to have a shower and eat breakfast. I was able to get to the bathroom before Taehyung, locking the door in case anyone stormed in suddenly. I stared at the mirror for a good few seconds. My eyes were noticeably tired and droopy. Never mind. I look terrible, but who cares.

5 minutes later, I rushed out of the bathroom, checking to see if Momo was awake yet. I got dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Taehyung was already sitting at the kitchen table on his phone. Well, he was early today. The moment I walked in he instantly caught a sight of me and got straight up to his feet, ready to avoid me. But I was faster.

"Look at me Taehyung." I demanded.

He slowly turned around. He was wearing a white mouth mask over his face.

"What are you hiding?" I asked while raising an eye brow. "Take it off."

"No, I'm ill." 

"As if I'll believe you Kim Taehyung. You know you're not the best liar"

"Fine then."

Taehyung gently took the mouth mask off.

His perfect lips were prominently swollen and red. And there was a... hickey... on his neck? I was not sure what was on his neck.

I instantly shot at him. "What happened to your lips?"

"Nothing." He replied in a rush.

He was acting strange today. Very strange.

"Nothing doesn't make your lips swollen." I said unimpressed at the answer Taehyung gave. "And why is there a hick-"

"It happened last night." He quickly said.

"I didn't ask when-" I abruptly stopped and knew exactly who did it. "Did you and Jungkook have another argument when I left? Did he punch you? Well, he is a muscle pig after all..."

"Whatever you say little sister."

"No Tae why did he hurt you?" I questioned.

"He didn't okay?" Taehyung swiftly departed from the kitchen and stomped up the stairs.

Why does Taehyung tense up every time I mention Jungkook? Was he hiding something from me? I hope not.

I sighed and poured some milk in a bowl when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. I headed to the door and flung it open.

I gasped at the sight.

It was my boyfriend.

Park Jimin.

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