“Come here, you adorable, pretty, little wittle
baby.” Taehyung cooed in his baby voice, reaching out to try to give
Eunhee a hug.
“I’m not a baby!“Five-year-old Eunhee pouted, running
just a bit faster than him, always staying a step beyond his reach.
Jimin laughed at the sight, happy to have been invited over
to Taehyung’s house to help babysit instead of heading out to the cafe.
“No, don’t run from me!” Taehyung whined. Jimin
wasn’t sure who was more like a baby.
“Fine,” she tapped her cheek, “but only if
you give me a kiss.”
Taehyung grinned widely. “What? Of course, that’s so
“But, I want one from Jiminnie-oppa too.”
Taehyung frowned, “Why do you call him ‘oppa’, but you
don’t call me that?”
“Because you’re Tae-hyung-hyung.” Eunhee flashed a
smile and grabbed Jimin’s hand, pulling him over to the couch.
“So one on each cheek, okay?”
“Sure,” Jimin shrugged, meeting Taehyung’s eyes
for a brief moment, before they were both leaning in.
And maybe he should’ve known that something was up. Because his
lips did not meet the smooth, milky skin that he was expecting. Instead, Eunhee
slipped off the couch, leaving nothing between him and Taehyung.
A giggle bubbled through Eunhee’s lips as she ran off.
“That’s so gross. Now you’ve spread your cooties to Jiminnie-oppa.”
“E-ew, Taehyung.” Jimin managed to say, not
knowing what to do in this embarrassing situation, so he settles for shoving
Taehyung off the couch entirely.
No, the smirking kid in front of them was definitely not a