Yoongi
September 17th, 1994
Nothing. There's absolutely nothing that could ease my nerves. Mr. and Mrs. Kim have been gone for days. Is Namjoon ok?
It's not until late before I hear the front door open and a hushed singing voice.
I smile and run to the lunchroom to see Mrs. Kim holding a baby and Mr. Kim with his arms around her.
I slowly walk closer to the baby and I instantly fall into a trance. "A baby!" I whisper. Mrs. Kim looks up at me and smiles.
"Yoongi, I'd like you to meet Namjoon." She whispers just loud enough for me to hear, not wanting to disturb the baby.
I slowly touch the baby's hand and pull away. "Will he bite?" I ask, a little scared.
"He doesn't have teeth yet silly." She laughs. I blush and carefully grab the baby's hand.
"Hi Namjoon. I'm Yoongi." I introduce myself. He squeezes my finger and I gasp but then laugh. "You're quite strong for a little guy."
I see a little smile on his face. "Yoongi, he likes you." I play with his little hand and respond half heartedly.
"I like him too." I remove my finger and tickle his chin with my finger.
"I can tell you guys are going to be close." Mrs. Kim says before looking at Mr. Kim. "Right honey?"
He looks up from his phone and to Namjoon with a confused look before smiling and looking back at his wife. "Of course. Everyone will love our beautiful son."
They stare at eachother as if they're communicating through their minds as I continue to play with the little bundle of cuteness.
