Two weeks had already gone by.

And I felt like a different person.

Min was my life, I felt more attached to her than I had to anyone else, probably even more than Eunjee. She did all those little things that would make me go all mushy on the inside. Even her little sneezes were so cute and I just felt so warm and complete only by looking at her. The way she drummed the table while being fed her cereal, the way she made cute noises and words that no one could understand, the way she just... breathed made me feel more alive than I ever had.

Jimin's friends would frequently visit, Taehyung and Namjoon were the most regular. Once when Taehyung was feeding her the bay cereal she said " Da da". That made him Taehyung loose it and he held her up high in the air and swirled joyfully but that she got all dizzy and poured out the contents of her little stomach on his Gucci shirt. I could see him almost tearing up but he was still happy.

"She called me dada. I can always get another shirt but that-was-precious!"'

"That doesn't make you her father though" Jimin taunted.

"Who knows, maybe she is my child and her.."

"You know what, why don't you adopt her?"

"So she can destroy my whole wardrobe like this?" he held out his shirt.

"You said it was okay?"

"It is... but..."

"Alright guys, playtime's over. I have to change her diapers. You guys can do the dishes" I dismissed both of them.

Namjoon's visits were more weird. He would usually bring a book and read it to her. Sometimes he would bring along models of the solar system, volcanoes and other stuff and demonstrate them to her. However, most of the models would either arrive or leave in pieces because he wasn't as good at handling them as he was at demonstrating.

He was such a classy, cool guy it was hard for me to believe he was single. He was exactly the type of guy I had always dreamed about. Tall, manly, intelligent.... he was everything. Jimin was a part of my daily life but he wasn't the type of guy I would want to get married to or something. My type was Namjoon. Jimin was just... annoying.

Jimin found about the mother of the baby, she was registered as the daughter of a girl he knew. But he wasn't too comfortable talking about it.

"But who is she? Why won't you say something?" I asked, putting the rice bowl on the table. I had started cooking stuff too. It tasted bland most of the time, but I was trying anyway because it felt good.

"It's not like you would know anyway so please, just stay out of it" he replied digging his spoon into the bowl.

"Why don't you contact her?"

"I can't, okay? Now please stop getting on my nerves. I'm already tired as it is"

"Fine!"

I wanted to rub a dirty diaper all over his face, but decided to just let it go. I went over to Min's room and looked at her tiny sleeping form. How was I ever going to cop with letting her go? In a week, my I had to go back to work, which meant... leaving here...

"Sorry..." I heard a whisper behind me. It was Jimin, standing centimeters behind me, Both his hands were resting on the crib and I was trapped between them. I hadn't even noticed.

"It's... it's okay" I whispered back.

"I... I have no right to be so mean to you after everything you did for me" he turned me around and looked in my eyes.

"I am sorry too. I shouldn't have bugged you about it"

He smiled and walked out into the living room, holding me hand. He made me sit near him on the couch and placed my hand in his lap.

"I can't talk about it... because it still hurts. I wanted to be in a relationship with her, but she wanted to keep it casual. She didn't even like me I guess... It was just a one sided thing. Well, it all got messy after that one night. She couldn't stay, and I knew better than to stop her. It was all a drag for her... love, relationships... she said she wasn't meant for them"

"Was she beautiful?"

"She was divine"

"Do you miss her?"

"I don't know, I mean... I never got the chance to know her better. She was like a butterfly, she was everywhere. And I was just a silly little boy, trying to catch her because she was too beautiful"

"So... what are you going to do now?"

"I think I'll just... let Min be with me. I'm trying to become a good guy, a responsible one... so she can be proud of me. It's just fate you know, at least I've my little Min with me now."

"You'll be okay, both of you" I squeezed his hand in mine. He looked so vulnerable and soft, opposite to what he posed all the time, the flirty bad boy, all I wanted was to just hug and protect him. And I did.

He was surprised to see my arms around him and stiffened a bit, but then he relaxed and let me stay there, hugging him tightly.

We kept talking, about things that had happened, about things that were going to come. About how we were going to deal with the situation when my leave is over. We kept talking like an old couple while holding hands until...

"Let's make out!"

"Are you serious?" I gave him a disgusted look, unable to process where this was coming from.

"As serious as it gets"

"You said I wasn't your type?"

"I didn't ask you to date me, come on!"

"Stop being ridiculous, I can't"

"Why not?"

"Because..."

Because I don't wanna fall for you.

Because I don't wanna fall for a guy who doesn't like me back.

"Because you're not my type!" I said firmly and left for the guest room.

That's what I was.

A guest.

I had to keep that in mind.