He finally hangs up the phone, holding his hands in the air as if to pacify me and adopting a genteel grin. Disarmed, I accidentally release my grasp on his shirt, and howl in pain.

He grabs me before I can collapse and I curse lowly as Yuri stirs softly, but then, she rolls over and goes back to sleep.

"You know," he teases smugly, "if you wanted to get your hands all over me, all you had to do was ask."

I smack him on the arm without even thinking, both demanding my release and expressing outrage at such a statement. How audacious to flirt so crudely with a child present.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," I lie.

Because, honestly, who wouldn't want to touch him? Then again, it's been ages since I had any kind of intimate contact with a man. Four years, exactly. But, I don't need to reveal any of this at this point, or maybe even ever.

I blush as he releases me, helping me stand and gather my things. He leads me to the cot, and forces me to sit as he gathers my things, returns them all to my bag.

"You're not gonna be able to carry your stuff, your child, and the crutches." He points out. "I don't care if you're super-mom it's not happening."

I frown.

"I can carry your things," he supplies, "and you and kiddo can ride to the car in a wheelchair."

Just in time, the nurse returns, signaling her presence with a gentle knock to the door. She hustles inside with my discharge papers, and a wheelchair to boot, though no friendly words of advice or consolation follow.

"Figured you'd need this," she murmurs, eyes downcast.

I find it odd that she refuses to look at me, or Jin even, though I choose not to think too deeply about it. Everyone has bad days, something I can personally attest to right this moment as a matter of fact.

I admit, I'd love to date Seokjin. If he were interested. He really has been nothing but kind. It isn't fair that I keep being difficult, but I can't help the frustration I feel at my circumstances. The last thing I want to be, to anyone, is a burden. But here we are, only just met the man, and he's already been inconvenienced.

"It's really alright," he tells me, attempting to calm my obviously frazzled nerves. "I really don't mind at all. I'm sorry if I'm coming across as pushy, I swear I really just want to help."

Begrudgingly, I scoot further to the side, allowing him access to Yuri's slumbering form. My breath catches in my throat as he scoops her up, and I nearly choke.

I expect to be filled with anxiety, helpless as I am but to trust a near stranger with Yuri's safety. Instead, I feel guilty for admiring the way Kim Seokjin looks with a kid in his arms.

The nurse helps me into the wheelchair, and then Seokjin gently places Yuri in my lap. I hold her tight as the nurse begins to push us out of the room. But then, we stop, and I can hear Jin saying from just behind me, "it's alright, I'll push her."

"Sir," the nurse replies, voice clipped and harsh with disdain, "just let me do my job."

I can hear the way her grip on the wheelchair tightens, and the wheels beneath me as they move. But all I can see stretched before me are white walls and enormous windows. Occasionally, in one such window as we pass, I might see Seokjin's reflection.

He seems to be glaring holes into the back of the nurses head, though she must be aware of that considering how often she poorly attempts to catch a peek at Jin. It's so awkward that I can't help but laugh, amused by the realization that he can be petty.

Maybe not in a 'Mean Girls' kind of way. It's not as if he maliciously stomps her foot, or goes out of his way to humiliate her. Instead, I watch as his reflection reveals his mischief.

Every so often we stop, and the nurse mutters viciously as she fiddles with something I can't see. Turns out, Seokjin keeps messing with her hair. In total, I've seen him pull at least three Bobby pins from her hair, which means that any moment that bun is going to come loose.

She huffs in annoyance, stopping once more as it does just that.

"You should go take care of that," Jin laughs, despite the suspicious look she gives him.

Several of her fellow nurses sit nearby, as we have finally reached the door just before the lobby. They snicker as she excuses herself, and a few of them wave at Jin enthusiastically.

"Do you come here often or something?" I ask, confused as to why everyone here seems to be behaving oddly.

He laughs.

"Actually," he reveals, "I do. My sister is a doctor here, so I spend a lot of time here. I was actually already planning on stopping by to check up on her, brought her some dinner. She's a single mom , so she doesn't always remember to feed herself like she should."

"What was the deal with that nurse?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Why?" He teases cockily, "jealous?"

Due to the fact that he is pushing me still, I can't see his face. So, I look straight up, and am met with a spectacular view of his Adam's apple. He looks down, smiling as he realizes I am watching him.

"That nurse is my sister's best friend," he confesses. "I think she's got the hots for me, but she's also a very confusing individual for reasons that I don't entirely want to get into. Point is, there's nothing between us."

I frown slightly, just because he feels that way now doesn't guarantee there won't be something there in the future.

"Hey," he says, catching my attention as we reach his vehicle. "If you want to know something just ask."

His face comes into view, as does the rest of his body as he lifts Yuri into his nephew's booster seat.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I fib once more.

"I can tell, you know." He admits, turning around to face me once more.

This time, he scoops me up as well, and sits me down in the passenger's side.

"All morning you've been trying to work out whether or not we fit, without even bothering to ask me what I think. And what I think just might change your mind."

"And what is it that you think?" I challenge, shrinking within myself somewhat as his face grows nearer, and nearer.

"I think that you are beautiful," he reveals, "and adorable. I really like you. I probably should have made this clear during our first date, and maybe we'd already be on a second one."

"It's not a deal breaker for me that you have a kid," he announces. "I'd still like to get to know you."

"It really doesn't bother you at all?" I feel a weight being released from my shoulders as he shakes his head in response.

And when he leans forward just that little bit more, and places a kiss upon my crinkled brow, I swoon just a little.