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"Can't believe I'm doing this..." I groan.

The lights to my dim apartment switch on at the flick of my finger before I look at the child who silently stares beside me. My throat groans once more.

"You're only staying here until the rain clears up so don't think about touching anything. I'm going to turn on the heating. "

He watches me as I walk away with grumbles beneath my breath, eyes wandering the luxury interior like a robot.

I've got a damn kid in my house. And it's not even mine. Fuck.

If the company finds out, rumors will spread and I'll get in trouble with the media. If my parents find out, they'll just question who I got pregnant.

Maybe I should just drop him back at the store and leave him. I mean someone'll pick him up, right?"

After shutting the curtains to conceal the heavy rainfall, I motion to the sleek couch of my living room and slump into it with hands cupped stressfully over my eyes. "Fuck my life..."

But then I feel a presence and peek between my fingers to notice the kid standing right in front of me.

I slump back a blank stare. "What are you looking at?"

He does nothing but blink in response. I should probably ask for his mother's name. If he's lost, maybe a name could help me find her.

"Who's your mom? She got a name?"

When there's no reply, I clear my throat and flutter my eyelashes with a fake toothy smile, asking sweetly,

"Who's. Your. Mommy?"

God that was cringe. I better get an answer out of that.

Nope... Not a word.

"Jheeze kid! Don't you talk? Fart? Shit? Eat?!"

He looks down at the little candy-filled pouch still clutched in his hands, then looks at me and elongates his arms, holding it out to me.

"They're for you, that's why I bought them." I push them away.

The boy looks down, then looks back up at me.

"They'reeee, forrr, youuuuu-ah." I point more dramatically.

*Rumble...*

Damn. The rain doesn't sound like it's stopping anytime soon... I guess he'll have to stay for the night.

"Alright gumball boy, it's getting late." I stand up, "You can sleep in here but touch anything and I mean it, you're going back out in the rain, okay? Don't try me today."

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After a steamy shower and change of clothing, I open my bathroom door to see the kid standing outside it patiently. My eyes roll before I pull him back into the living room and toss him a blanket.

"There. You're own little hotel until the morning. Have fun." I begin walking to my own bedroom. "And don't snore, it pisses me off."

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My favorite time of the day... Bedtime.

With a blue and white sleeping hat to top my head, I fluff my pillow, turn off the lamp and hum at the cozy feeling of slipping into my sheets. All I ever do is work, I deserve this sleep.

Goodnight shitty world.

*Creak.*

I look down at my feet to see the little boy curled up at the foot of my bed, hands folded under his chubby cheek and eyes fluttered shut.

"Hey hey whoa, this is my cave kid. Miiine." I switch on my lamp, get up and pull him out by the arm.

"Stay out here before I make you sleep on the doorstep."

After taking him back to the couch, I return to my room and turn off the lamp once again.

Okay, now goodnight shitty world...

*Creak.*

I look to my feet and there he lies, as snug as a bunny.

"Ugh, NO!" I switch on the lamp and lift him by the underarms. "What don't you understand?! This is MY room. Adults in the bed only, alright? Adults."

I place him down outside my door but he instantly skips back into my room and instead of laying on the bed, curls up on the foot rug like a cat.

I huff and pick him up again, this time not putting him down until we reach the living room couch.

"Look, I don't have time nor energy for this. I have work tomorrow afternoon so I need to sleep. Stay here or I mean it, you're sleeping outside." And with that, I return to my room, this time shutting my door behind me.

I swear I'm never having fucking kids.

Despite my commitment to watch the door, a solid two minutes go by without any interruptions. I guess he finally got the message.

So with a cozy grin, I switch off my lamp and drift off into slumber.

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— MORNING TIME —

My skin and closed lids feel warm from the sun that invades the gaps of my curtains. As I flutter my eyes open, I see that the flowers are blooming... The birds are singing...

...And there's a kid at the end of my bed.

"For fuck's sake..." I throw my head back groggily. I was hoping it was all a bad dream or something.

"Yah. kid." I shoot a raspy groan.

He's too immersed in his dreams to respond. Soft snores leave his squished lips while he lays curled up like a kitten and I can't lie... It's not hideous.

*Ring! Ring!* My phone vibrates from the living room.

I glance at the kid again and without waking it, make my way over to the phone that has Hoseok's name plastered across the screen.

Of course it's him. Does he have to call every day?

"Yoongles! You're actually up, I'm shocked. What's up bro?"

"I have. A kid here." I whisper.

"What?! Ayyy my man! How long have you been keeping THIS a secret?"

"He's not mine you twat! I don't even know where he came from. I just found him on my way home yesterday but the kid won't stop following me."

"Oh. Have you tried asking where his parents are?"

I show the blankest face before blinking at the wall, "Jhee why didn't I think of that."

"Okay okay, if you don't wanna watch him then just give him to Joon until the mother arrives. He'll know what to do."

"Show up to his place with a whole kid? The man can't even own a good pair of sunglasses without snapping them."

"Good point. Then give him to Taehyung. He loves kids."

"Nah, he's out of town doing fashion shit. Plus, he'll probably just ship the kid off to his parents like one of his dogs."

"Okay tell you what, I'll come over later to help find this kid's parents so you can return to your lonely, depressing cave and I can go back to cuddling with my girl. Sound good?"

"Hmph. Sounds reasonable, seeing as this is your fault for dragging me out to begin with."

"Mine?!"

*Achoo!*

I turn around to see the child rubbing his eye sleepily behind me with a slightly pink nose. His dark hair is poofed into a fluffy mushroom and eyes are squinted thin. Great, I've got a stray sick kid.

I grab a nearby broomstick, stand on a chair and push him away by the stomach. "Hey, get back. Don't start spreading that coronavirus shit in here."

"Is that how you talk to him? You really are a cranky old man."

"Get off my phone." I hang up, looking at the kid with annoyance.

"I'd run you a bath, but you have no clothes."

Hmm...

"I guess you'll just have to wear one of my old shirts and use a spare toothbrush. Any mess you make, mop it up." I head towards the bathroom. The kid skips closely behind me.

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I enter the spotless, open planned kitchen in a fresh set of clothes when the child exits the bathroom shortly after in an old Gucci sweatshirt of mine that drapes his dainty body enough to swing at his knees.

Imagine if it were one of Joon or Jin's shirts. He'd drown.

"You like cereal right? Wait, duh. All kids like cereal." I mumble the latter and search through the cabinets.

"Fruit loops. Hobi probably left this trash." I slap the cardboard box on the counter before placing a bowl beside it. "There. I'm gonna make myself an omelet."

He looks at the empty bowl with crossed eyes, his nose just about making it above the countertop before innocently peering up at me.

"What? You've got hands. Pour your own cereal."

*Ding dong!*

He's here already? Of course he is... Doesn't this guy have a life?

I walk over to the door and peek through the spy hole.

"I'm not home."

"Yoongi? It's Suran."

Suran?

I immediately separate from the door with high brows. That idiot told me the date was at 8PM. PMMMM.

Hurrying back to the kitchen, I messily pour both milk and cereal into the kid's bowl simultaneously. Milk spills and fruit loops splash loosely on the floor while the child watches in silence.

"Uh... Spoon, spoon..." I frantically check the drawers while the door continues to knock.

"Gotcha." I stick the spoon in and start pulling the child towards the bathroom.

"Hello? Yoongi? You in there?"

I shove the boy into the bathroom and place the bowl of cereal in his hands. "Stay in here and don't. Move. Nobody can see you. And if you get bored just, uh..." My eyes roam around the room before finding a face roller and sticking it in his other hand. "Here, go nuts."

I shut the door behind me and finally go to open the main door to Suran.

She tilts her head with a friendly smile, letting her natural brunette locks gently brush over her fair shoulder. She wears a simple white spaghetti strap dress, light rosy makeup, sandals, and holds a straw basket in her hands.

A/N: I'm imagining this look—

Update: I found out this isn't Suran sjwjsj but we finna pretend :3

"You gonna let me in?" She chuckles.

"Uh... Yeah sure." I allow her to enter.

"I see you've already had breakfast."

"Huh?"

She smiles and points to the milky mess on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, no that's just... Nevermind. Listen, aren't we supposed to meet at 8?"

"Yeah. 8 am silly." She chuckles again, "I'm busy all day so you texted saying we'd have breakfast together."

That fucking idiot.

"Oh." I scratch my head, "Not gonna lie, I forgot to make us something. Sorry."

"I figured you'd say that." She sits on a kitchen stool and lowers her basket.

"So I brought us this basket of food. It'll be like our own indoor picnic. French toast, cheese, croissants, and our favorite..." She rattles the bottle's neck with a grin. "Wine."

"Looks good." I look back accidentally.

"What's wrong? You looking for something?"

"Huh? Oh um, no... Let's eat." I sit opposite her, scoffing down the bread like it's the last supper. Let's get this damn date over with.

Suran laughs at my impatience. "Whoa, someone's hungry. So... Hoseok tells me you're working on a new track? How's that going?"

"Good." I muffle.

"Thought of a name yet?"

"Um... The album's bright so I was thinking something playful. Maybe jungle gym? Or round-a-bout?"

"Well I can't wait to hear it. Actually, there's something else I've been meaning to bring up..." She tucks a hair behind her ear nervously.

"Hm?"

"Well it's kinda... Yoonngi, who's little boy is that?" She slowly points over my shoulder.

I instantly look back and choke on my food when spotting the annoying ass child that obviously stands behind me. I swear to God I'm gonna...

"Are you babysitting or—"

"He's my brother.

"You have a brother?"

"I meant cousin. My brother's... Cousin."

Suran just gives me a questionable look, making me rise from my seat. "Would you excuse me? I have a kid to go murder." I say the latter in my head.

"You know what? We'll continue this another time. I hope everything with the song works out well. Call me, okay?" She waves sweetly before leaving.

Letting out a frustrated groan, I harshly yank his dainty wrist and start pulling him whilst retrieving my coat.

"That's it. We're going back to the store where I found you and hoping your mother shows up. If she doesn't, not my problem."

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"You've got to be kidding me." I check my watch for the hundredth time. We've been standing by this stupid gumball machine for over 45 minutes.

"Where the hell is your mother..." I mutter impatiently.

This is taking too long. I'm already late for rehearsal and I can't be asked to listen to Jin's nagging again.

"But I can't bring a kid... If only I had someone to babysit you." I look down and huff.

"Whatever. I guess the members will enjoy your company more than I do."