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visiting her boyfriend in the place he called a jobspace was always nice–in theory. in reality, she’d be too bored and lazy to get homework and housework done for her parents after long and boring classes – one would really think your last year in college would be better – so nari would go over to the tattoo parlor with a smile in her lips and a very cleveage friendly top in hopes her man would agree to get out, see the sun briefly before they could catch a movie.

but no, jongdae is being a pain in the ass and in the minute he gets comfortable in his chair, the female scrunches up her nose and puckers her lips in a pout, before she reaches over just to push his legs off to the floor. “and who said i can’t be one?” she did have a tattoo in a moment of rebellion, but the designs have never been her favorite thing–she’d rather have her boyfriend draw on her with something less permanent, but nari is feeling a little bold and more sassy than usual. 

“you’re not good though. i want the guy who does piercings. he pierced me real good the last time.” she clicks her tongue, leaning and half-lying down on the counter that separeted them.

He scoffs, the soles of his shoes landing on the floor loudly and he’s forced to sit up, eyes studying her features for a moment. “Please-- the day you get a tattoo is the day the world ends. It’ll never happen.” Eyes narrowed, he took a moment to consider if she was really telling the truth or not-- probably not. She would never be that nice to him and he pretends her comment doesn’t affect him more than it actually does, heaving a sigh and standing, a hand patting the top of her head.

“Yeah? Well he’s not here today.” A shrug of his shoulders and it’s like he actually cares. In fact, he looks a little smug saying that, but Jongin has never been here on Tuesdays and it’s something she should know, isn’t it?

“ugly shoes?” he should know better than to discuss something like that with a hangover crazy woman like hyuna, but there’s still disbilief in his tone of voice before he just gives in and up, letting out a tired snort but following her in nevertheless. his eyes follow the coffee that she was supposed to drink to give her more energy and speed, but instead it goes to her mess and seokjin’s eyes twitch a little.

the man is truly about to say something but her shirt goes off and, as always as that happened – because it had happened a few times before – the man falls to a shock and remains quiet in his spot, turning his orbs to somewhere in the carpet rather than her body because no, he didn’t need more material for wet dreams that would do him no good. “why are you being so violent when i’m trying to help you? if you miss anymore classes, you will probably fail the subject.” he’s only mumbling by his side now, cheeks slightly flushed and in a shade that few have seen him but hey, his mother had taught him to be better with women and fuck that awkwardness.

only once he sees the color of her shirt and not of her bare back his shoulders goes back to place and seokjin can stand with some confidence now, the strong gaze he held most of the time back and so were his orders. “yah, drink your coffee.” he nags, approaching her to check if she was decent enough. “you need to eat something, you won’t be able to live only of soju.”

“I don’t need you, you know.” She scoffs, but does as she’s told anyways, shuffling over to snatch the mug from her desk and take a small sip of the hot drink. “And I’m not being violent. I’m just letting you know how unhappy I am that you’re here trying to wake me up and drag me to class.” Another sigh and she’s setting the mug down again. This was Hyuna they were dealing with, the woman of many moods and many tactics just to get out of her 9 am class.

“Jinnie...” The sudden change of tone would have anyone scrambling for the woman who was just threatening him and she knew exactly what buttons to push on him in order to get her way. That’s why the woman who was just threatening her neighbor was gone and instead she was practically stalking him across the room, running a hand through her hair and putting a sly little smile on her lips. “Why don’t we do something else besides go to class, huh?” It didn’t take her long to reach the boy and she curled her fingers into the collar of her shirt, one swift yank and he was down to her level, face to face.

It’s not even his lucky day when the bell over the door jingles to let him know things may be picking up, but instead the only face he sees over the desk is that of his girlfriend. So much for a break. “Yah. What do you want? I thought I actually had a customer for once.” He scoffs, slumping in his chair again and putting his feet up.

yoongi waited outside the car as the female got everything ready and unbuckled the child, and the blond wouldn’t admit, but he had some worries about that and were those butterflies? it has been a while since he has felt that nervousness in anything not related to work–or rather, not even with work that was happening anymore over the past months when his depression had hit a new bottom. but of course, that was to change with son’s presence, everything was.

once the kid is out and its mother is cracking jokes already, the blond snorts softly. “minho, let’s go~” he calls out for his children, receiving an excited response that makes him smile in a very similar way to the child’s, gummies and all. “chicken, chick…” the kid mumbles as yoongi picks him up, quite awkwardly since this was the first time he has hold him since the maternity when his ex pushed the kid into his arms–obviously that minho is heavier and bigger and moving now, which only makes the task even more difficult and leads to yoongi kneeling down to put the kid down.

“climb up this way.” he says instead, motioning for his back, so the kid could go up – which he does as comfortably as only an innocent three year old would – and wrap his arms around his father’s neck, chubby hands still trying to tug on the blond locks but yoongi is too busy standing up – he really should start working out more – and walking in the shop. “yah, you.” he calls out to forgotten bomi, pointing out of habit. “pick a place or something.”

She watched closley, eyes critical and careful to catch any sign that Minho wasn’t having it, but there was none. No bit of fuss or upset and her son seemed to be genuinely happy that ‘uncle chicken’ was going to carry him around, which she really shouldn’t argue much about because sure he was only three, but she was a small thing herself and carrying around his weight all the time was a bit tough.

She feels a little bad for how she put him so much on the spot with her reasoning and it shows in how she almost fondly reached up to coax Minho’s little hands to hold the shoulder’s of Yoongi’s shirt instead of hair because she knows that pain better than anyone. She’s left with a half smile on her features as she watched Minho laugh and shriek happily as being carried around like this-- no one strong enough or with enough energy to do it at home so this is a real treat and she can’t help but enjoy his reactions. Her smile doesn’t slip away until the other blonde addresses her in the way he does and she’s scoffing, brushing past him to hold open the door for him.

a good night of sleep and nice sex during the mornings does wonders to someone, and park jimin is the living proof of that. he’s the type that usually would rather to sleep in a little more and watch tv for a while on his break, but when his girlfriend is back to bed, still naked and probably dozing off while she dreams about cute dates and even cuter tops, the boy has found he is just too weak to say no (especially when she has promised so much to him as well, and boy, he’s going to collect that later).

but for now, he just washes the red out of his hair and wraps an old towel around it, while another goes to his hip before he leaves the bathroom at once, smile already up and voice sounding as light as excited. “let’s go! shopping! eating! getting dressed!” jimin chants as he walks back in his room and finds wheein in bed, probably waiting for her time to shower – which they both agreed would be better to happen separately or they’d never leave the house.

“hey, babe.” he calls out, taking a glance at her not moving. with a pout, the red-haired climbs back in bed and tosses his hair towel away so he could shake his head to get a hair dry much like one of a dog’s–just to get her to rise already. “come oon.” jimin presses a kiss to her cheek with a chuckle, mostly at how lame he was around this girl. “will you make me juice or we can eat out?”

She’s content to just lay here all day and give up on everything. Wheein is plenty stated and pleased and she just happy with stretching out in his bed now that he’s vacated the covers, but unfortunately her boyfriend has different ideas. The moment he comes to her in attempt to draw her out of the warm covers she aims a pillow at his face, missing her target by about a foot and just groaning.

Resistance was pointless because he’d end up getting his way anyways so she just groaned, sitting up with a pout and a hand on his face pushing him away. “Fine, fine, you dork.” Not really a harsh insult, but enough to let him know she’s not exactly happy with getting up and going out as she thought she would be. Wheein doesn’t even bother with any sort of clothing and slides out of bed, purposely ignoring him further as she waltzes out of the bedroom without any regard. They are the only ones in the apartment so she doesn’t have to bother covering up and instead slips into the bathroom to shower quickly.

“all i’m worried about?” her voice raises and lowers into a groan, but she’s defenseless at his display of public affection and she will probably have to ask his mum how she made a son like this, one that could bring down all her walls and worries so easily. however, he was also careless and that resulted on the baby in her stomach.

and damn, he was too young for that and all seunghee wishes is for her to be a little more like taehyung on that aspect and just let it go. “ugh, i need a scone.” the female finds herself mumbling before looking up at him again, widen eyes at his proposal of an actual proposal. “um…taehyung…” she is a bit speechless, but after a few seconds seunghee realizes she should get used to that if they will really spend the rest of their lives together–which is something she hasn’t approved yet, by the way! it’s just a thought, but having tae around couldn’t be so bad when he gave such amazing hugs and kisses and just lifted her up like that.

“you’ll love me forever? is that a promise?” seunghee questions, a little serious but also a little playful. “even if my stretch marks get bigger and i have to steal your ugly clothes because nothing fits me?” she raises an eyebrow and drops his hands so she can cross her arms up her chest. “and you will get me my scone and my vitamins? i saw the doctor taking note of them for you.”

A little sigh of relief that she doesn’t look so worried anymore and actually a little more relaxed. A nod and he was grinning brightly, “Of course I will. You’re so perfect for me-- why wouldn’t I?” It seemed silly for him not to love her forever, even though they had only been dating for a few months, Taehyung was convinced she was perfect for him.

sure, he didn’t need to know, but working as long as he does in radio had gotten him curious over little things that could increase his audience–not that they were in a radio show right now, and that any of this mattered. actually, upon hearing her answer, yoongi wasn’t sure if he wanted to have even asked anything in the first place, because even if he’s playing hard to get and grumpy and by the fact that he will get his son back, her story was quite sad. 

actually, thinking about it made him almost laugh at the irony of him being reprimanded for “sticking his dick” into some girls and her for not being able to have kids, and how well that could go together–but he’s not heartless enough to bring that up. “i see.” it’s what he says instead, almost being able to hear in an annoying voice a lawyer saying he shouldn’t get too involved or sentimental about the woman whose kid he will get back. 

“thanks for that, i guess.” he’s still quite stubborn though, but rolls his eyes at how she changes the subject and manages to be a bitch. good, he thinks. i shouldn’t pity her. it wasn’t his fault she was defective, as wrong as it sounds to him. “we’re here.” he mumbles, turning off the car and taking a look at his son as she plays with him. the kid actually looks so excited it breaks his heart, but yoongi tries to convince himself it is due to the fact the kid is not laughing because of him, and quickly exits the vehicle. “let’s go, minho-ah. do you want uncle chicken to carry you? we’ll get the chocolate you wanted.”

At least he showed a little bit of regret at asking about it-- she could tell, the sudden shift of air in the car to one of utter hostility to a more dulled discomfort told her he regretted asking because it wasn’t a nice subject to be on, she’s be the first to admit.

Bomi was more than a little grateful that he finally found a place to park after what seemed like forever and he beat her to the punch-- or Minho, really. But she couldn’t be too mad, especially with not how her son lit up when Yoongi spoke to him or even offered to carry him. She did however, climb out of the car first in order to get him unbuckled and everything. She wasn’t exactly opposed to him carrying Minho, she wasn’t opposed to Yoongi at all and have heard many people say it’s important for him to have a male role model (even if this one wasn’t the best and she did just fine without one) and she also felt a little bad for catching him off guard with her frank answers to his questions of reasons.

there’s definitely a mix of emotions when she opens the door right when he’d do it himself: surprise for seeing her so early and easily up, disappointment because of the way she’s looking (and sounding) and relief he isn’t seen anything too much–but her thighs, that is, but he has seen worse a couple times he had to drag her to her room while she tried to take his clothes off. or a companion of hers, which would probably be worse.

“kim hyuna.” he sighs before breaking into a small smile, just to let her know she wasn’t too scary-even if she was. but really, he had been through worse, and right now jin just shrugs. “probably. have you thrown up yet?” the male asks in an almost fatherly – or motherly, as his friends would mock – manner to her as he pushes the mug into her hands. “it’s seven and thirty, don’t you have class in like…half an hour?” the speech is the usual one, but the guy makes sure he delivers it with some humor but also some urgency since his classes will also start in the same time and he still needed to take care of everything else in her schedule to make sure she won’t die–which he should probably ask around to see if they’ll give him extra credits for, because that’s some crazy amount of work, believe me.

There’s a pout on her features because it’s such a shame. He’s a cutie, but no sense of fun and always with his nose stuck in his books. A bore, simply. “Not yet, but if you don’t watch it I’ll throw up on those ugly shoes of yours.” She scoffs, turning on her heel and waltzing back into her room, leaving the door wide open because she knew he was going to follow in case she would go back to bed (which she would if it wasn’t for him). The mug goes on the desk used for more of a book holder than actually studying and she strips her shirt in attempt to get dressed for the day.

at least the girl replies her, which is something good because yongsun hates when it’s so quiet and it hurts so much and she would literally cry–but laughing it off with someone might help her feel better, even if said person had a towel with obvious blood in her hand. but breath, yongsun. it’s not like your legs look any better, really.

and the mere thought of having scars over her stupidity in her pretty legs make a whine come out of her lips suddenly, lips puckering out in sadness at how her night has turned out. “this is so unfair.” she replies to the other, automatically mimicking her expressions and leaning on the other arm as she spoke. “we pay for this and they take so long, how is it possible? i could be dying out here.” her voice grows louder in the last sentence, purposely to get attention of the nurse, a doctor who would pick her up and take care of her every need or anyone really, but people are too busy on their phones to care.

another thing yongsun hadn’t even brought in the hurry of getting this treated. obviously it was impossible for er to work on her presentation right now, and in the next day her boss would kill her, she was sure of it. throwing her hair back and out of the way, yongsun lets out a sigh before she notices everything is not all about her and her seat neighbor is probably bored too. “are you hurt? oh no, that’s a stupid question…”

It didn’t take long for Moonbyul to close the several seats in between them until she was sitting in the chair right next to this girl and wow, is it possible for someone to get any cuter up close? “It really is and it’s super boring out here you know-- dying and bleeding out and all that. A bore. And usually when I’m here there’s no cute nurses or even any cute people in the waiting room. Usually.” Flirting was not her forte, but boy was she going to try with this one because she was pretty sure that this girl is what dreams are made of and Moonbyul was always a sucker for falling at first sight.

“But yeah-- no. They know me. I’m always here. I’m so clumsy it’s ridiculous.” Holding up her stained towel and injured hand she shrugged a little like it was no big deal. “This time... well, let’s just say I’m not the best cook and I figured this out the hard way... you know?” A little laugh and she was dropping her hand into her laugh, turning to grin at the other.

sunyoung was aware she wasn’t being the most discreet person right now, but it still surprises her when the boy actually acts on her watching him, and the blood is quick to hurry and fill her cheeks in embarrassment and something else she didn’t know quite sure whatto name but excitment. was he encouraging her? were they flirting? it seemed ridiculous someone so old wasn’t sure of that, but in sunyoung’s defense, she hadn’t had a lot of dates or boyfriends in her life. nor the freedom nor time for it, actually.

but either it was flirting or not, the notes in her hands wouldn’t be written if she just stayed there, and maybe she could try them once she had arrived home and made a eewfriends. writers wrote about adventures right? that guy seemed to be the kind of person who’d provide her one, that the blonde hoped for, at least.

so she clears her throat and stands up, closing the notebook – not without placing the pencil there so she’d know where she stopped exactly – before she could take her cup of sweet coffee and walk towards the photographer’s table. “h-hey.” sunyoung thought it would be wise to greet first, just so then she could place her mug on his table with the most docile of smiles, despite how much heavier the smell was when she stood so close. “do you…do you want a taste? i’ve heard sweets go well with bitter stuff…like the cigarette.”

A lazy smile came to his features because she really was cute and really was the type of girl he’s love to destroy-- but he won’t. He knows better than in the days of his younger youth so he just blows a puff of smoke to the side because he’s courteous and reached for the cup she sets down with his free hand. “You don’t like cigarettes, do you?” It’s an obvious observation as he’s dragging the cup to himself, peeking over the rim at the very sweet smelling coffee-- much too sweet for his tastes, but he’s humor her mostly because she looked nervous and he was bored. 

Bringing the cup to his lip he took a small sip, eyes not leaving her before taking a longer drink, lips pursed as he swallowed and set the cup back down on her side of the table. “It’s sweet-- a little too sweet for me. Sorry.” He managed an apologetic look as he motioned for the chair.

the day starts in the same old fashion way as it have been for a few years now: the annoying sunlight bursting through his windows along with the old nintendo melody that signalizes he needs to be up and ready and shit, shave again. once all of that being done, just then seokjin gets to check his email and make some coffee for himself.

he’s by the fifth episode of a random comic book a friend recommended him when the games’ song starts again to let him know it’s almost time for his neighbor’s classes–and he should get going as well or they’ll never finally leave. maybe he could have just installed a new, good on her phone insted, but it took him months to find out that doesn’t really work on hyuna and that doing what he’s used to do works better. i mean, he could – and had done – do that to any of  his friends, why would a girl be different?

that’s what jin tells himself, of course, but , deep down, he doesn’t remember getting ready and all nice to wake a dude–he pushes that aisde and shrugs, already bringing his backpag to sling around his shoulders, coffee mug in hand as he leaves his room only to knock on the one in front of it. “hyuna, it’s jin!” the tall male calls out, absently bringing his hand up to fix any imperfections on his hair–not that she would care, but he kinda did anyways.

She could have sworn she went to bed with a boy next to her, but when she was woken up (very rudely, she might add) it was just her in her single room in her underwear. Her neighbor meant well, she knew this, but that didn’t mean he was forgiven. Those three extra shots she did at that party last night were really catching up to her now as she nearly fell from her bed and drug a t-shirt over her hear, not even worried about pants because it wasn’t like it mattered.

the silence is both unsettling and calming, but it is something yoongi is thankful for, at least so he can put his thoughts into the right place and not back at his ex’s bed or his own and their moments of happiness and the misery after that. he had suffered, and none of her talk would change that–if she had too, hadn’t she chosen this more than him? the seventeen or something yoongi making love with his girlfriend certainly didn’t expect a baby, but the probably as old as him yoon bomi did get one for herself. a beautiful, amazing one, and yet she was complaining? it was quite confusing for him.

“why did you even get a baby then?” he asks, mostly because he can be an asshole after she has asked all she wanted–but too because he was a little curious. maybe she could explain her motherly urges to his ex, but deep down yoongi knows enough to not be that naive. another curve and the blonde notices the other’s gaze on him, and if her keeping shut was disturbing, this was worse. had his mum just given his baby to a crazy woman? maybe he should ask minho about that later.

not now when he’s trying to find a place to park, furrowing his eyebrows at crazy-like her sentences before he bursts in a laugh. “prove myself to you? what, are you my mother now? don’t be ridiculous.”

At his own question her harsh gaze was faltering and Bomi was escaping to look down at her lap. It wasn’t exactly a sensitive topic, it was just something she hasn’t quite faced other than the years ago when she was told and gone through the breaking process of getting the boy she gets to call her precious son now. “Is it any of your business?” She mimics his earlier words, tone a little snotty because she’s sure making it seem like a sensitive topic. A sigh and her tone of voice was still the same, but her words admitted some defeat. “But I guess you’ll find out soon enough so... if you really must know, I can’t have children. I’m sterile and having a child... it’s the only thing I’ve really, really wanted in my life so once I found out I couldn’t have any... well then I figured I didn’t need a boyfriend or a husband or whatever. I could just go out and adopt a little baby who was in need. I had my mother to help me and the salon is doing really well-- we have some idol clients and all, so... there was nothing stopping me.” Her answer was a little long winded because maybe it was a little sensitive after all, but she was covering it up with a scoff and a shake of her head.

she understood that, of course, but this baby was obviously as stubborn as her and taehyung combined and the mother was all to blame her insecurities and illness on said baby–which is something she abhors, almost as much as the whine that leaves her lips and the little stomp of feet that is usually so taehyung’s, but now is seunghee’s in a hopeless, childish and exesperate attempt to get rid of meeting anyone that would treat her as a mother. mother. even the word is a little scary.

“i just…both. my stomach is still weird.” seunghee bites down on her bottom lip, trying her best to appear as normal and adultish as she always does, but it’s quite a weight she’s carrying for a twenty year old–she wonders how taehyung deals with it so well. was it because he was the boy? or just because the concept of family is not aliean to him? “are you sure we should tell them? i’m only a couple of months pregnant and we’re just…dating. your dad will probably think i’m some kind of cheap whore or something.” that if he didn’t wondered that already, knowing taehyung and his close relationship with his parents.

A small smile breaking through on his features and he was breathing a little easier now. Taehyung had been worried it was something seriously concerning-- not that were worries were ones that were easily dismissed, but he already know how much his family loved her even from the short meetings they have had in the past. “That’s all you’re worried about?” A little laugh and he was leaning in to place a kiss on the tip of her nose.

nervous was a way to put it, sure, and suddenly seunghee can’t find another way to say it but one that would sound hurtful and mean to someone that’s so excited about it, so the female just nods slowly before shrugging. his parents were important to him and all of that, and she had been quite understanding so far–that until she actually was put on table with him, and had noticed for years to come she’d meet them…with a child of her own and taehyung’s.

her steps slow down until they stop completely and the female takes the deepest breath, thanking anyone in the heavens above for a day that wasn’t too hot or too cold or else she’d be having a hard time hyperventilating. “tae.” seunghee calls out, taking his other hand as well in a way that would probably have annoyed her if she saw someone else in the street as some idiot, but right now, she couldn’t care less. “i’m not feeling all that well. do we really have to go?”

He slowed to a stop with her, brow furrowed in worry. Everything had seemed so fine earlier and the past few days-- it was the usual pregnancy issues with sickness and general discomfort, but he couldn’t just say yes. “Seunghee...” He felt a little bad because it was obvious just by her expression that she really wasn’t feeling up to his, but his parents drove a long way just to meet them and he’d hate to turn them down in the end.