"Jimin please..." i practically begged. I couldn't take all those sensations my body was going through. He got on top of me soon enough.

"Your wish is my...."

Before he could proceed the door bell decided to put it all to an end.

I'm going to die a virgin. It's my destiny and is unavoidable. Why do I even try?

"Uh......"

No, don't answer it. Finish what you've started first! My mind screamed.

"Okay I'll... just... Do you mind if I wear your shirt?"

"Not at all"

He went to answer the door while I picked up his shirt. It smelled good. Really good. I put it on and sat there in the nerve wrecking silence. What if that psycho girl had followed us here?

"Uh..." He was back, but in his hand was something whose gross shape resembled that of a basket. It looked vaguely familiar. In his other hand was a small bag that looked quite... pink?

"What happened?"

"I'm screwed. Hundred and fifty percent" his voice was weak, as if he was on the verge of tears.

"Technically it's not possible to be one fifty percent screwed or anything but what's going on? Are you okay?" I tried to reach out to him, bumping into the table and nearly falling down on my face.

"Y/N, I've got a baby!" he raised the basket-like object a bit, not like in "Oh yay I've got a baby!" but more like "I've got a baby and henceforth my fuck boy days are over""

"Oh, Congratulations, I guess?" I had always loved children. My elder sister was married and had three children, the youngest, a baby boy, was ten months old.

I always told her how lucky she was. I really wanted to grab my glasses and take a good look at the little angel but that would blow my cover.

"Are you crazy? This isn't good. What am I supposed to do? This..."

"I don't know, I mean how can you just get a baby out of thin year?"

"I opened the door and it was there, with a note saying it's mine. I don't know what to do y/n!"

"Well. I guess you just need to take responsibility" I patted his shoulder " I will just leave both of you to get along.." And go die virgin in a hole myself,

Just then, the baby started crying.

"It's crying Oh God please make it stop!" He whined.

"Maybe it's hungry" I recalled how every time my sister's baby cried, her husband told her to feed the baby.

"Well... feed it!" he pushed the basket towards me.

"What? How?"

"With those things!" he pointed at my chest.

Okay, that was more than a feminist like myself could take.

"I need a knife"

"What for?"

"To make sure you never make babies again you #$#@!!! $^@%Y^#%#! Just because I've got ... ah, it's useless. You need education. Good bye" The baby was now trying to get rid of his tiny little vocal cords by crying in a voice with unbearably high frequency.

I tried to walk towards the door but he grabbed my hand.

"Look, just help me please? I'll give you anything you want huh? I'll pay you! As much as you want!"

"Really? I've like a six digit salary already, and I deal with money everyday in my life, why would I need yours?"

"I'll...I'll..."

"Good night. Please don't kill him or her" I bowed really low and started walking out.

"Just tonight," he said breathlessly. " I'll ask my friends tomorrow to come over, maybe they'll know what to do but please... just tonight!"

I sighed heavily.

"Ah fine!" I snapped and opened my purse, pulling out my thick round glasses. I put them on and looked at him.

Damn son.

Calling him attractive would be underestimation. He was as beautiful as beautiful gets. Soft, delicate features but still hot and masculine. His hair was caramel brown, wide forehead, wide eyes and plump, beautiful lips. I blushed at the thought of how those lips had kissed me earlier.

"You wear glasses?" he asked.

"Don't act so shocked, you're in for a lot more surprises!" I said as I grabbed the fake extension and pulled them out, stuffing them in my purse, reveling my true hair.

"Geez you're almost bald!" he exclaimed.

"I'm not bald it's just.. short and convenient." I took off the eyelashes too saying "And if you want my backside walking out of that door you can continue talking like that!"

"Sorry. But just do something!"

I took the baby in my hands. She wore a beautiful pink frock and a bracelet with a name tag saying "Park Minjee"

"Awwww." i said as she tried to claw at my face "She's so cute! We'll call her Min"

"Did you just assume the gender of my baby?"

I gave him a disgusted look and pointed at the bracelet.

"Oh"

"It looks like she is older than six months, because she has got these two lower teeth. So we can give her formula milk I guess. What's in that bag?" I asked.

He opened the bag and a bottle, with a tin of formula milk and baby cereal was there, along with a few diapers.

"So I think we should first boil the bottle..."

"WHAT?!"

"I don't know my sister always does that for her baby... to kill germs and stuff"

After fussing a lot, I thoroughly cleansed her bottle and prepared the milk for her, and had a hard time feeding her. After feeding her, I washed off my makeover and it felt like heaven after hours and hours of torture. He gave me a weird look as he saw my bare face while cradling the baby.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing."

"Say it you coward!"

"I just thought you don't look ugly, okay?" He held the baby, almost pushing it towards me.

I didn't know how to react to that comment though. Not ugly? Seriously? Was that a compliment? An insult? I just rolled my eyes and took the baby from him.

"Okay so now we have to put her to sleep..."

"I don't have a room for babies!" he whined.

"She's sleeping in your bed!"

Cradling her gently, I walked inside his bedroom. It was just exactly like you would imagine a single, totally flirtatious fuckboy's room, with huge posters of indecently clad females.

"These need to go!" I pointed at the posters.

"What for?"

"Are you serious? Do you wanna scar her eyes? She'll remember these in her subconscious and dress like that when she..." before I could even finish, he had taken them off, tossing them in a corner.

I placed her on his giant king size bed but she wouldn't sleep.

"Mary had a little lamb..." I sang out in my croaky voice, but she started crying.

"You scared her!" he said, lying on the other side of Min.

Okay that blush that appeared on my face was unnecessary. Why did I had to get all hot and shy just because he's just in the same bed as me, with his head supported on a hand, looking at both of us like we were his family and did this every day?

"With what?" I asked, avoiding eye contact.

"With your horrible voice!"

"Well... ahem, why don't you try?"

"Of course I will! My baby is going to listen only good sounds!" and then his voice filled the room. It was angelic.

For quite a few moments I was lost, as I looked at his face, feeling all soft and mushy on the inside as he sang a lullaby. He looked up at me and smirked. I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance but I liked it.

I liked it too much i guess.

A/N:

This story makes me incredibly sad...