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Jimin was about to push the studio glass door open to spend her free time before her class begin, when an unfamiliar, deep, and raspy voice that she never heard before calls.
“Hey, you!”
The girl turn her head to the owner of the voice, where a man (maybe at his end of 20? Or early 30 perhaps?) with black hair, blue button up shirt, black slack, and black oxford shoes making his way to her. Well, Jimin might be an overgrown 20 year old virgin, but she knows a handsome man when she saw one. And this man? He’s definitely a catch.
But right now, his appearance is not what caught her attention.
It was the crying toddler in his arms. The kid was crying so hard, making the man struggle to hold him (oh and the dark spot on the man shoulders must be the kid tears – and snot). The man rubs the kid back softly and murmuring soothing words, but nothing seems to work to make him stop crying. Jimin resist the urge to grab the toddler and rock him back and forth and peppering him with kisses.
“You. I need your help.” The man breath out when he was about five steps away from Jimin.
She turns her head around to check if the man in front her was talking to her. It will be embarrassing if she was wrong.
Then man sighed as he stops in front of her. “Yes you. I’m talking to you.”
Jimin bit her lips. What does he need with her? “Can I help you?”
“Yes actually. Listen I, this might be sudden and you might not agree, but I beg you. I was teaching on the class besides this architecture studio, that class was already left behind because the professor who taught them before retired and I really, really, need to speed up to make them catch up with the other class. And my son is being uncooperative right now, and, once again I beg you-“ He stop to take a short breath. “Please take him with you. Just until my class end. Please.” He plea at her.
Jimin blink once, twice, processing the words that he said because the man talks so fast and Jimin was so not ready to suddenly hear that (don’t blame her, she just finished her morning job). Ah he must be a new professor then, she thought.
The professor waiting patiently with a worried face, while still rubbing his son back – who still crying. Jimin look between the man worried face to the toddler tears-and-snot covered face. “Please, he might be crying right now, but you are and architect student right? He just uncomfortable being in a close room for hours, you can take him to your design studio, just give him paper and pencil he-“ Before the man could continue she cut him.
“Okay.”
The man stopped talking, his mouth still hanging open after she cut him off. “Okay?” he murmurs.
“Yeah, okay. You will be next door right? And I’ll be here. Don’t worry, I spent a lot of time with kids, not toddler though.” Jimin grins seeplishly
It seems like her words lift a ton of bricks from his shoulder, because the moment she said that his tense shoulders went limp that she almost reach out to take his son, afraid that the man will drop him. “Thank god, please, I couldn’t thank you enough.”
Jimin smile a bit. “It’s fine. Maybe it was boring for him to listening to lectures.”
He chuckled to her words. “Yeah, that might be it.” Jimin reach out her arms, waiting the man to move closer and gently moving his son to her while murmuring a few apologize sorry kookie but daddy need to teach, stop crying okay? Where’s daddy big boy, hm?
Jimin bit her lips trying not to smile, because the toddler is crying for god sake, but it was just so sweet! How come a handsome, hot, young professor like him be a total daddy material too?!
She gives the man a hand when the toddler refuse to let his father go, gently coaxing his little fingers so she could adjust him on her arms. When the toddler finally positioned right, she rock him back and forth a bit.
That’s it, until an unexpected thing happened.
You see, Jimin might be a virgin with a little (a lot) lack of money that she barely able to spend a few won to buy lip balm, but she takes pride in her body. Well her height but be a bit short, but she’s a girl anyway. But tae always says that she have two assests that no one could touch. One is Jibooty, because even Jimin admits that while buying pants, she need to buy it according to her bum size, ending in every pants she owns always a bit loose on the waist part. And the second, is her breast. It’s not overly big. But no small either. And according to tae – again – her chest is full, supple, soft, and so, so round – don’t ask why she knows about it - but definitely bigger than most of the typical Korean girl chest. It’s just jimin loves to cover it all, with oversize sweater. And right now, one of her asset is being touch. Or more like grab on, Sorry tae, but it seems the first man that get to touch her chest is not the future husband. Or boyfriend.
If there’s mirror, jimin sure that her face was as red as the red lipstick that tae usually use.
Because the said toddler, is now grabbing into her chest, hands reach out to them, and face pressed up blindly to the side of her breast wailing to search something on her breast that could fit his mouth. Jimin look up to the man face, only to find his face was also red. The tip of his ears was also red. “It- it seems that your son is hungry.” She managed to stammer.
The young professor quickly raised his head, eyes widened in panicked (jimin could see some embarrassement, but she too anyway.) “O-oh, I just fed him two hours before.”
She adjusted the toddler, moving him a bit so he won’t face her breast again, but letting him to grab it. And much to their horror, the toddler somehow more calm when he feels Jimin breast. “Sorry i couldn’t feed you from there,” she says softly to the toddler, Jimin saw his father face becomes a bit redder than before. “Uh, do you have his bottle?”
The man nodded and reached out to take a baby bag that have been hanging on his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah I have. It’s here.” Jimin nodded and take the bag to sling it over her right shoulder.
“You should go back sir, we will be fine.” Jimin smile encouragely to him when she saw hesitancies on his eyes.
“Are you sure you will be fine?”
The girl nodded confidently.
“Okay then.” He breath out. “Oh, this is jungkook by the way, he’s 17 months, I would say he’s almost two. And I’m min yoongi.” He moves his right hand to gives her a hand shake.
Jimin couldn’t have but giggle at him, “My hands are a bit full for a hand shake don’t you think, Mr. Min? Oh, and I’m Jimin.”
And yoongi suddenly realized how stupid he was. “R-right. So you sure you will be fine jimin?”
“Positive.” She grins at him. Jimin notice how jungkook was quitter now, he doesn’t bailing his eyes anymore, although there’s still a few of tears falls from his eyes, Jimin softly wipe them. And of course, yoongi who have been watching couldn’t believe his eyes. How come jungkook stop bailing when he is on her arms? Even yoongi’s mother couldn’t stop his crying this fast. And jimin is practically a stranger!
Maybe one minute later, when jungkook finally stop crying, Jimin moves him so that he was resting his head on her shoulder, arms circling around her neck. “Say bye to daddy, jungkookie” Jimin says softly, turning her body a little so that jungkook’s face was facing him.
“Buh-bye daddy...”
Yoongi bent down to match his eyes to her shoulder level so that his eyes were on the same level as jungkook’s. “Be a good boy okay kookie? Daddy will be back soon.” He kiss his son forehead and bop his little nose before taking a step back, only to see jimin trying not to grin, but failing.
Yoongi raised his eyebrow to her questionably.
“Nothing, see you Mr. Min, your class is waiting by the way.” She point behind him. And yoongi couldn’t help but notice how cute her chubby fingers are. Focus yoongi.
The young professor turned to see several head pops out from the window to spy on them. Yoongi groans and rubs his face. “Those kids. Hey get back to your seat!” the students quickly runs back to their seat. “Alright. Be back after the class. Wait, you don’t have class don’t you?” he asks worried if she actually have one right now.
Jimin shakes her head “No. Or I won’t be using this studio. This one is a free class architecture studio, remember?”
“I don’t know actually...” he rubs his neck. “Well, see you later.”
Jimin hummed and take one of jungkook hands to wave at him bye bye he heard them says before heading back.
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“Jiminie why don’t you tell me you have a kid?!” tae says dramatically with both or her hands clutching her chest.
Jimin sighed. Taehyung is an art student, but she loves to come to the architectural studio when jimin was in it. “Okay I’ll tell you but you can’t cut me off when I’m talking, and you must be sitting down okay?” she put down her pencil, and re adjusting jungkook who was happily drinking from his bottle (of course jimin helps him holding to it with her left hand, because her right hand is busy sketching)
Taehyung quickly agrees and pulls a chair beside jimin, ready to hear her story.
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“So... he’s a professor son?”
Jimin nodded.
“Do you know his name?”
“He said his name is min yoongi, and this is jungkookie by the way.” Jungkook looks up with his big doe eyes, from where he was busy playing with her pencil colour when he heard his name. His bottle was already being put away in the middle of Jimin story, and the toddler now looking content on jimin’s lap, playing with pencil colour. “Jungkookie,” jimin smiles at the toddler. “This is my friend. Would you introduce yourself to jungkookie, tae?”
Taehyung grins. “Hello, my name is taehyung. What is your name?”
The toddler fiddled with his fingers when taehyung attention was fixed on him. “..Kwookie...” the toddler says softly, appear to be shy around new people. But he wasn’t this shy with Jimin before, though. Must be because he was busy crying.
Taehyung couldn’t help but coos at his cuteness. “And how old are you kookie?”
Jungkook raised five of his little fingers but frowned when he see his own fingers, as if telling something isn’t right. Jimin chuckled and reach out to fold three of them, so that only two of his fingers were raised. When jungkook see that his fingers is now right, he gives a toothy grin to jimin before raising his hands to taehyung “Two.” He finished proudly.
Jimin brushed the back of Jungkook’s hair “He’s 17 months. His father likes to say he’s almost two.” Jimin corrected the toddler.
Taehyung suddenly squealed loudly, making several heads turned to them, and jungkook jump from the sudden sound to grab on jimin sweater looking alarmed. “It’s okay kookie, she’s just happy. Tae! Shush!”
“But he’s so cute jimin! And you are already cute too! How come two cute things become one! Oh my god this is not fair, And his father-“ And just like that, taehyung suddenly stop.
“Wait. What is his father name again?”
Jimin sighed, “Min Yoongi.”
Her best friend hummed. “And you say that he was teaching next door?”
Jimin nodded mindlessly, giving jungkook another pencil colour to play.
“Chim, you remember that the law department building is taken down and now it is being rebuilt, right?”
“Yes?” jimin raised her eyebrow.
“And you remember some of the law classes were moved to engineer department right?”
“Yes tae, what is it anyway, you were talking about jungkook’s father-“
“And one of them is the class next door.”
Jimin stop middle sentence. Now that taehyung said it. It was actually true. Jimin doesn’t really remember about it, but some of law classes were being held in the engineer building, but she doesn’t remember it. “Okay, that’s actually true. But then what?”
Taenhyung groaned. “That means his father is someone who knows about law! Don’t this ring any bell in you small head jiminie?”
The smaller girl frowned. “His father is someone with laws knowledge. A law professor.”
Taehyung grab Jimin’s face in her larger hands, squishing her chubby cheeks until her mouth forms a pout. Jimin heard a giggling sound, when she glance down, she saw Jungkook giggling at her. Ah, she must be looking silly. “Does the name Min Yoongi sounds familiar chim?”
Jimin turn her attention back to her best friend. Familiar? No she doesn’t think so. At least she thinks she never heard someone whose name is min yoongi before. Maybe a couple of people with the same surname, but not min yoongi.
She was about to answer, someone beat her to it.
“Jimin?”
The hands on her face were gone, and taehyung attention was no longer on her, but on the man standing next to her table.
“G-good afternoon.” Taehyung says nervously. Wait, why is she nervous? Taehyung was never nervous in front of new people. She is shameless, and loud. Always wanting to introduce herself to every new face that she see.
Yoongi nods at taehyung. “Ah good afternoon,” she glance to jimin for a second “Jimin’s friend?”
The taller girl grins, small and unsure, but a grins nevertheless. “The best of the best friend. I’m kim taehyung.”
“kim tae... hyung?” yoongi repeated with a weird face.
The said girl laugh. “Yeah, my parents wanted me to have a dick but I was born with a pussy instead.” Jimin give taehyung side a hard jab. “Oops. Sorry. I mean, they wanted boy, but I was born as a girl.”
The young professor seemingly doesn’t mind at taehyung bluntness. He even looks like he was holding back a grin himself. “It’s alright. I’m Min-“
“Min yoongi, and you are more handsome in real world.” Taehyung finished the man words.
Wait did she said taehyung was nervous? Never mind. “Tae!” jimin whispered yelling at her. Thankfully, taehyung realized her slip. She quickly put her hands in front of her, apologizing for her bluntness.
But yoongi just wave his hand easily. “It’s fine. It’s refreshing to see some honest thought when you work in a law section.” He gives a small smile at her.
Jimin eyebrows drawn together watching their interaction. Why does tae know about Mr. Min? “Do you know Mr. Min, tae?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“What are you kidding me chim? He’s min yoongi, he-“ taehyung gestures at the young professor who quickly shake his head, signalling her to stop. And stop she did making jimin frown went deeper. “Wow look at the time, hoseokie oppa must be waiting for me. Bye bye chimmy! Bye bye jungkookie!” She blows a raspberry to the toddler before bowing at the young professor, giving him a nervous smile. “It’s nice to be able to meet you Mr. Min, please don’t put me in court for my bluntness, I still have 523 bucket lists to do with hoseok oppa. Oh and chim, hoseok oppa said that you could take the weekend of, spend it with jihyun or something, making pillows fort maybe? Well then, bye bye!”
And just like that, she dashed off. Leaving Jimin with the Min’s.
“What was that?! Look at the time what? She clearly didn’t check the time!”
Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh. “Daddy!” comes a cherry voice from jimin lap, taking over the young professor attention.
“Kookie, do you have fun?” he ask after crunching down in front of the toddler, giving his forehead a kiss. Jimin couldn’t help but jump a bit because of how close their distance is suddenly. At first she thought the father was going to pick his son from her lap, but he just crunch down to talk with the toddler.
The said toddler giggled at his father. He shows his father his tiny hands that were still holding the pencil colours jimin gave to him before. “Cowors!” he says happily while poking yoongi cheecks with the blunt end of the pencil.
The young professor smiles fondly. “So you colors, huh? Were kookie good to jimin?” he then gives a raspberry to the toddler tummy making him squealed.
“kwookie good!” jungkook says while trying to push yoongi face from his tummy.
At that, Jiimin couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Hearing that, yoongi looks up from where his head is still on jungkook’s tummy, who was sitting on her lap, which yoongi have to say, is a very bad decision. Because when their eyes met, they realize that their position is more intimate than before. Like more, more intimate. Because somehow, during the time when yoongi blew a raspberry, his hands comes to rest on the chair, both hands besides Jimin’s thights caging her (and jungkook) in between his arms.
Shit. He thought. Her face looks so cute from down here.
Awkwardly, he shifted back, giving them more space.
And inwardly, jimin sighed in relieved. No jimin, don’t ever think about a married man.
“So, uh. Thank you. For taking care of Jungkook. That was a really big help.” He thanks jimin. “Do I need to pay you? For being a babysitter for the day?”
The girl smiles at him. Or is it jungkook that she smiles at? “No problem, it was fun looking at him playing. He’s a really good kid. And I don’t need payment. I’d be glad to watch him anytime.”
Yoongi lean down and kiss one of jungkook’s knee. “Thank you jimin, I couldn’t thank you enough.” He then open his arms to jungkook. “Come on kookie, let’s go home.
He expects jungkook to leap in his arms, just like he always did everytime he opens up his arms, but instead the toddler turns to look up at jimin, big, doe eyes staring at her.
She tilted her head questionly at him. “What is it kookie?”
The toddler turned his head to look at yoongi. “Home?”
The father nodded. “Yes kookie, let’s go home.”
Then he turned his head to jimin again. “Home?”
Jimin blink at him, confused. “Yeah you are going home, jungkookie.”
He turned again to face his father, this time his tinny hands fist the front of jimin’s sweater. “Daddy come.”
Something clicked in yoongi head. But this can’t be right? He just met her 2 hours ago. “You need to let jimin’s sweater go first kookie, then we can go home.” He tried to play it off. He glanced at the younger girl face, seeing that she’s more confused than worried when jungkook fist her sweater.
Jungkook frown when he thought yoongi didn’t understand him “no daddy.” He then pulled at jimin sweater. “Come”
This time, it was jimin who understand. “Jungkookie, what your daddy mean is you and him go home. I stay here.” She says softly.
The toddler cleary isn’t happy, because jimin could see the sadness in his eyes. No jimin, you can’t feel guilty. You barely know them . ”No come?” the toddler asked her again.
Jimin softly brushed his cheek. “No jungkookie, I’m sorry. You can visit me anytime though.”
When the toddler lips was quivering, yoongi decide it’s time to step in. He carefully placed his hands under jungkooks armpits and lifts him from jimin’s lap. “Let’s go home, okay? If kookie be a good boy, we will visit her any other day, how’s that sound, hm?” he try to coax him while settling him on the young professor arms.
But jungkook lift his arms towards jimin. Who stares guiltily. Because jimin wants to actually takes the boy. But instead she just takes one of jungkook palm and gave it a soft kiss. “I’m sorry kookie. But I spent most of my afternoon here when I don’t have class, so if daddy’s lecture is boring you again, come here okay?” she smiles at the kid, but her eyes were on yoongi, telephatically saying sorry. “Besides, mommy must be waiting at home, right?”
The lawyer then chokes on the unexisting food on his throat, making jungkook jump on his arms. “Uh, no... Um, it’s just us.” He said awkwardly looking at the table behind jimin.
“Oh, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...” jimin said apologetically
Yoongi shakes his head. “No, it’s fine. At least for me. But he...” he glance at jungkook. “Doesn’t really understand it yet.”
Jimin bit her lip, she didn’t meant to touch a sensitive subject like parents, while she doesn’t even have one. She couldn’t help but nodded guiltily.
The older man saw the guilty in her eyes, so he takes one of – now worried jungkook who looking at jimin solemn expression – and bring it to her face. To her lips. He used jungkook point finger to gently remover her lower lip from between her teeth. And oh god, if it wasn’t the plumpiest lips he ever saw in his 29 years old of boring life. Now he was thankful it was jungkook’s finger that he was using.
“It’s fine, we get plenty of love from other people.”
The girl nodded, but now her face is red. Like really red, from the tip of her ears to her neck.
“Let’s go home, kookie?” he asked his son.
The boy whinned, still looking at jimin, clearly unhappy with his father. “Uh, would you come to have lunch with us, jimin?” he decides to ask.
The girl stilled. “Lunch?”
yoongi nodded. “Yeah, lunch.”
“Is that... Okay? I mean, you are a professor so it doesn’t seem polite... to... have lunch.”
The lawyer just laugh. “It’s just lunch jimin, it’s almost 12, I’m sure you haven’t had lunch? And kookie doesn’t want to leave you yet either.”
Jungkook reach out his arms again to jimin. “Timmy...” he whinned at her.
Jimin couldn’t help but takes the toddler in her arms. “Timmy? Is that me jungkookie?” she grins at the baby who giggled, nodding his head at the older. “Timmy come!”
“See? You stuck with us.” The father grins at both his son and the student.
-
And if he meet jimin the next day, or the day after that, or the day after that, and the day after that, it’s purely because of jungkook.