It was 3 in the morning and Nara's phone is ringing so loud, interrupting her sleep.

She lazily took her phone and answer the call. Not in the mood to even get mad since she was too tired.

The first thing she heard is a little boy's sobbing which actually made her fully awake.

["Nara."]

"Oh my God, Jimin. What happened?" She asked as she sit upright and pushed the duvet away from her legs.

["I don't know. Jiseul suddenly crying so hard. He's searching for you, I think."]

"Wait there, I'm coming."

["Please be fast. He won't stop crying. His temperature is getting higher."]

"Wait a minute. He had a temperature?"

["As soon as he cried."]

"Okay, okay. Wait for me to come."

She hung up the call and pull her hoodie, doesn't care about her messy appearance that she was just wearing her blue printed pajama.

Quietly, she went out of her house without making any noise and close the door carefully.

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As soon as she arrived there, Jimin has already wait for her in front of the door, looking so worried.

He might look like he'd annoyed the hell outta Nara but he had no choice. Jiseul were rarely acting like this but since he met Nara, he became more aggressive. It somehow frustrate Jimin but he can't do anything other than telling him off about his mistake.

"Where is he?"

"In his room."

Nara stormed in the house and rush toward Jiseul's room only to find that the little boy is bawling his eyes out.

"Oh my God, Jiseul." She called in worried.

"Mommy...." Nara pull him into a hug and Jimin was right. He had a temperature.

"Jiseul, you had a fever." She muttered. The little boy is still crying in her arms as she glance at Jimin.

"Did you give him any meds?"

"I've tried. But he pushed away." He explained, feeling so useless as a father.

"Why didn't you eat the medicine?" Jiseul shook his head and just hug her tightly.

"Mommy, don't leave me again. I'm scared." He cried.

Nara hush his cries off and caress his back gently, persuading him.

"No, no, no. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here with you. I'm not leaving you, okay?" She convince.

Eventually, Jiseul calmed down a little and slowly drifting into a deep slumber.

"He's asleep." Jimin whispered.

Nara look over the little boy and nod as she move him to lay down on the bed with Jimin's help.

Jiseul whined a little when he felt that Nara is going apart from him so Jimin pat his forearm gently to shush him sleep.

"I think you should just stay here for the night." He suggest.

Nara was too tired to even think about her family and just agree with him and slowly dozing off while keeping Jiseul calm.

Jimin on the other side were staring at the two person in front of him while patting the little boy's forearm.

His eyes were slowly giving up on him but he doesn't want to lose any chance on staring this moment. He don't know until when is this gonna last.

He prayed for the best for them. He want Nara to be his wife but that doesn't seem possible. She's getting married. So does him.

His parents had chose the girl that he doesn't even know who. He tried to argue but he can't. His parents just want the best for him and Jiseul to have a mother. That's all and he understand that.

He have no reason to disagree. It'll be useless somehow.

"I love you, Nara." He whisper even though it hurts so bad.

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The next morning, Nara was the first one to awake. All of sudden feeling like she wasn't herself to be awake such early in the morning.

The first thing she saw is Jimin's sleeping face. She squinted her eyes to made sure that she wasn't dreaming and no, she's not.

Jimin had his arm stretch over Jiseul and her waist. They are so so so close. The only thing that keep them separated is Jiseul, that were sleeping soundly in the middle of them.

Her heart beats rapidly, knowing that Jimin's face were inches away from hers and his arm on her waist.

For a moment, she felt different. She use to wake up to a messy bed with her papers all over her bed but now, she woke up to a man and a child. Like a family.

"Done staring?"

"Nope." She deadpan.

She was actually super shock to know that Jimin was awake earlier than her but she maintain her calmness even when she could feel her cheeks burning.

"Okay." He muttered with a smile on and let Nara stare at his face for moment.

'Legit! How can a man be this handsome in the morning? Jungkook look like he'd gone through a war, though.' She thought, badmouthing her little brother that was probably having a jog right now around the Han River.

"Still not done?" His husky voice snap her thoughts away.

"I can't get enough of it." She rolled her eyes when she took a notice that Jimin is getting proud of his face.

He chuckled at the statement, showing his famous eyesmiles.

"I wish I could wake up like this every morning." He muttered. Making Nara a bit nervous about the situation.

"Oh, Jiseul's temperature had gone down." She changed the topic when it's getting awkward.

Jimin check on is temperature with his other hand, not wanting to leave the spot on her waist.

"I guess, he just want you after all." He said.

Nara agreed to his statement as she stroke the little boy's hair, doesn't notice that Jimin was staring at her in affection.

But then, Nara's phone rang. Interrupting him to stare at her even more. She reach out her phone on the nightstand.

["Noona! Where are you?!"]

She frowned in annoyance as stare at Jimin.

"What?"

["Bruh! Where did you go? I have a good news for you."]

"Spill it."

["I am going to be your PA today. As for your schedule today, you'll be having a meeting with the wedding dress designer and yo—"]

Nara's eyes widened as she pushed Jimin's arm away and slowly drag herself from Jiseul.

"What?!" She yelled in her whisper as she went out of the room. "A wedding dress designer?!" She was flabbergasted.

["Yes, a designer."]

"Jungkook, I haven't agreed to it! Give me some time."

["Noona, I'm just doing my job. I don't know anything. The Park called dad just now, telling that they've made an appointment for you."]

Nara felt like killing herself. She was so tired to even think about all this.

"I'm busy today."

["They don't accept excuses. Even if you're busy, they'll make another appointment and another and another until you get to meet the wedding planner."]

She shut her eyes and clench her fist in frustration. 'Fuck my life! Seriously!' She cussed.

"Fine! I'll be back in short." She defeated.

["Where are you early in the morning, huh?"]

"Nowhere. I'm hanging up now." She deadpan and end the call. She was frustrated with everything.

"You're leaving?"

She turned around and saw Jimin, closing the door. His face doesn't show any emotion.

Yes, he heard it. He heard their conversation. And he was disappointed and sad.

"Unfortunately." Nara replied. She too were disappointed. She hates being force. Totally.

"Oh." is the only thing Jimin said. There's nothing he can do.

Nara lowered her head and let out a sigh.

"Jimin." She called. Jimin look at her, waiting for her to continue. "Hm?" He reply.

"Can I have a hug?" She don't know what's she doing but that's the only thing she want at this very time.

"Sure." He muttered as he reach her lanky body, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She secure her arms on his neck and lean her head on his left shoulder. It was awkward but she doesn't care about it. She just want a hug. Desperately.

"Are you okay?" He asks. Nara heave out a small sigh before she replies, "I'm fine. Just need a hug."

Jimin pat her back gently before she break the hug and flash a small smile to him.

"Thanks." She muttered. "I have to go now." She continue.

Jimin nod in approval and watch her left the house and shut the door tight. He plop himself on the couch and sigh in frustration.

His phone rang afterwards. He frustratingly answer the call.

["Jimin, where are you now?"]

"I'm at home."

["Don't forget that you have an appointment with the designer for your wedding."]

He shut his eyes and grit his teeth. Only God knows how much he want to kidnap Nara and left Seoul at the moment. He didn't want to get married to anyone unless it was Nara. Only Jeon Nara.

["Jimin."]

"Yes, mom."

["The appointment start at 2. Don't forget it, okay?"]

"Yeah. I'm hanging up now." He deadpan and immediately hung up the call.

'Damn it!' He cussed.