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"What should we do now?" Jungkook asked nervously. Taehyung didn't respond.
The two of them had been walking with Yeontan. Jungkook had only gone along because he was bored and had too much energy. He could have worked out at the gym, of course, but he needed a change of pace, and Yeontan was just too cute.
The walk took about 15 minutes. During that time, someone had left an infant in front of the house.
There was a baby seat there. It was black, and the sunshade was pulled up so that no sunlight could shine in. A light purple blanket sticking out of it was much too warm for the weather. A small foot was sticking out from under the blanket. The infant's shoe seemed to be on the wrong foot and looked more like a slipper.
Yeontan was curious and wanted to get closer to the baby seat, but his owner held him back.
Jungkook still looked nervous. They had never experienced anything like this before. Who should they call? Where was the mother? How could she leave the child out here?
Tae was the first to react. Without thinking twice, he handed the leash of the miniature Spitz to the tattooed man and walked toward the baby seat. He knelt down in front of it, pushing the sunshade back a little to get a better view.
Inside was a toddler. Since Tae was bad at estimating ages, he left it at that. In any case, the toddler didn't look like it had just been born. That relieved him. If the toddler were still a newborn, abandoning it would have been cruel.
The toddler's black hair was messy, and its red eyes looked like they had been rubbed after crying. Speaking of eyes, huge brown eyes stared at the idol as if he were a saint. A white pacifier with a moon and star image on it was in the toddler's mouth.
Tae ran through several possibilities in his head, thinking about the smartest way to handle the situation. But at that moment, his mind went blank.
The idol knew little about children, let alone infants. His mind was racing. Calling the police would be the smartest thing to do, but then the public would find out. That was something their manager wanted to avoid.
Who else was in the house? Namjoon was in the studio with Yoongi, and Hobi was with the choreographers. That left only Jin and Jimin in the house. Jimin was probably in his room, and Jin was probably preparing dinner.
Tae grabbed the baby seat and unlocked the door using his fingerprint. The door opened, and a pleasant scent greeted them immediately. Neither of the two young men could identify the scent exactly.
Without taking off his shoes, Taehyung ran into the kitchen. He was still holding the baby seat. Jin looked up to reprimand the newcomer for not removing his shoes. However, when he saw Tae standing in front of him with the baby seat, he was more than confused. "Explain this, Tae," Jin demanded, putting the knife aside.
While Jin was getting the whole story from Tae, the baby lay quietly in his car seat. Meanwhile, Yeontan had befriended the baby. He stayed close to the car seat and rested.
The infant had to get used to the new environment first. It was much warmer here than where it had been before. Before, it had been in front of the front door. The six-month-old baby had no memory of that place.
It remembered the warmth of the person with whom it had spent a lot of time. But that warmth was gone and would probably never return.
At least, that's how the baby felt at that moment.
Jin nodded to show Tae that he understood. "Understood" was the wrong word for it, though. He couldn't fathom how someone could just leave their baby in front of a door.
His gaze wandered to the baby seat. No one had taken the baby out yet. Maybe they were afraid of hurting the baby or were still too shocked by the news.
Oh, goodness! They didn't even know the baby's gender.
With that thought, Jin stood up and approached the baby. Jungkook looked up. "What are we going to do now? Should we call the police or the manager? Should we wait for the others? Namjoon hyung should decide," he blurted out, seeming to grow increasingly nervous. Why weren't the others here? They had just found a baby!
Tae didn't answer, but watched the oldest as he sat down in front of the baby seat. Yeontan immediately lifted his head and looked at the big man. He seemed to be thinking about what to do, but he didn't bark. Instead, he laid his head back down.
Jin was also stared at by big brown eyes. His hair was still messy, so Jin gently stroked it straight. The pacifier in the infant's mouth moved faster. Jin noticed and became slightly nervous, but he didn't know what to do. So, he acted instinctively.
The black-haired man slowly pulled the purple blanket off the baby. The infant was wearing a red romper with short sleeves. "That's too warm," Jin muttered as he opened the buckle of the baby seat. The baby started playing with the straps. The pacifier in its mouth moved more calmly. This relieved the idol immensely.
"Well, let's see what you are, then," Jin said, smiling as he slowly opened the baby's bodysuit.
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When Namjoon and Yoongi drove through the estate's gate—Yoongi was driving, not Namjoon—they weren't expecting to see the house's lights still on. They also didn't expect to see Manager Kim Sejin's car in the courtyard.
"Do you think something happened?" Namjoon asked his colleague, a rapper, as he unbuckled his seatbelt and parked. The last time Manager Sejin had come to see them so late was when Jimin's phone number had been leaked. To this day, no one knew who leaked it. Had another number been leaked? Or had information about their private lives been published?
From the beginning, they had been told that certain things should not be made public. Such as relationships.
That's why Namjoon had a bad feeling when he entered the house.
What he hadn't expected was finding Hobi walking slowly and lightly through the entrance. In his arms was a baby screaming his heart out.
That was certainly not on his bingo card for this year.
Where did this child come from? As if he could read Namjoon's mind, Yoongi asked this question out loud. "Where did the child come from, Hobi?" He sounded incredibly tired, but wasn't he always?
The dancer in front of them laughed softly and lifted the child so he could hold it better. "Tae and Kookie found her at the door. This is Mijoo,” he said, introducing the child as if he were her uncle. He turned around so the other two rappers could see the baby clearly. The baby calmed down a little and tried to look at the two newcomers. Her eyes were red and bloodshot.
But before anyone could say anything, Jimin's voice rang out from the stairs. “We shouldn't give her a name because we probably won't keep her,” said Jimin calmly, who was surfing the internet on a tablet. When Hobi walked over to him and caught a glimpse of the open website, he laughed out loud. “You're telling me that while you're looking for baby stuff?” he asked, receiving a playful slap from the younger man in return. Hobi just kept laughing, still holding the little girl close to him.
Before Namjoon could really intervene, Manager Sejin stepped into the entrance area. “Come into the living room. We have some things to discuss,” the middle-aged man decided and disappeared down the hallway again. Jimin stood up and placed his tray on the dresser. “Now it's my turn to hold little Mijoo,” Jimin challenged the taller man, but he just laughed. "Nope! It's my turn to hold Mijoo. Besides, you already had her,“ Hobi argued, gently stroking the baby's head. ”Right, Mijoo? You want me to hold you, right? I'm your cool uncle!"
“That's the second strangest thing I've ever seen here,” Yoongi muttered as he took off his shoes. Namjoon looked at him in confusion. “What's stranger than coming home and finding a baby here?” he asked, confused.
Yoongi didn't respond to his question and went to the living room. Namjoon followed him a little later.