I stand up with him in my arms and head towards the front door to open to the ones I assume to be my best friends.

It's indeed them.

"Hey," Dongsik enters the house but keeps his eyes on the baby, and he instantly changes of personality. "Aw, he's so tiny and cute," he leans closer to be able to see him since it's the first time, and he strokes his warm cheek with his thumb."

I smile at this idiot but let the two other guys in to close the door. "He's going to stay calm while we play, right?" Jaehyun already gets bugged by him, but I roll my eyes and walk back to the living room while they're taking their shoes off.

I grab my controller and get on the sofa to turn the console on. Then Dongsik joins me, Jaehyun, and Minjun, who all have their own controller. I take care of launching the game, keeping my baby on my torso to not leave him alone.

"Have you fed him?" Dongsik asks, smiling at him as if he couldn't get enough of how adorable he is. "I did just some minutes ago," I nod. "Oh, and when does he have to take another nap?"

"I think it's in two hours, but I'm not sure, I'll need to check," I yawn, throwing my head back to do it.

•••

2 pm.

"I'm coming back," I leave the sofa while they're playing and head up to the stairs. "What, have you changed his diaper?" he makes me realize I forgot about that. "No, I haven't...I'm gonna throw up if I do."

"You—" his eyes stare at me. "Are you serious? When was the last time his diaper got changed?"

"I don't know, y/n did it while I was sleeping," I tell him the truth, feeling bad now that I'm telling it in front of him. "Dude, you left him with a dirty diaper this whole time just because you feel sick?"

"It's disgusting, I can't do it...!" I give an excuse that is more than valid, but he sighs and stands up, leaving his controller on the sofa. "Where do we change him?"

"In the bathroom," I walk up to the stairs under which is the door, and I get inside with him. However, I've never done this since y/n always did it for me, so I put Mingi on the table and look into the cabinets to find the diapers. "Poor baby, I'm pretty sure he must feel uncomfortable in it," Dongsik gets closer to him, acting like a ridiculous man in front of him the way I do when I'm all alone with my baby.

"Hm?" he rubs his belly. "You miss mommy already, don't you?"

I throw a glare at him even though his eyes are on my baby, not liking the word he used to talk about y/n. "At least mommy doesn't leave you in your poop for hours," he glances at me with disdain as I'm going towards him with the baby powder, wet wipes, and diaper. "Shut up. I'll faint if I do it."

"You're weak," he shoots back but grand the stuff he needs, and he removes Mingi's cute pants to then open his bodysuit, doing everything as if he was used to this while I'm staying a bit away and watching to learn. As soon as he opens his diaper, I look away, feeling something go up my throat. "Dude..." my sensitive stomach gives me a hard time, but Dongsik continues without any problem.

"Do you even take care of him or y/n is the one doing everything?" he takes my mind away as the smell is keeping it where it is. "I do some things too..."

"Ah yeah? And what? Do you cook for her?" he asks the question I cannot answer with a yes. "I help, but she cooks all the time, so I don't think about doing it."

"Do you even do the laundry?" he worsens my state. "She does it...and if I try to do it, she tells me she's fine and doesn't want me to be annoyed by this..."

"Uh. Who washes the dishes? Who feeds Mingi all the time and wake up in the middle of the night to calm him down?" his constant interrogation digs my grave, and I realize in a simple moment that I'm worse than I thought I was. "I help her too..."

"Honestly you disappoint me," he speaks and makes me look at him. "And I'm serious, Jungkook," he peeks at me. "You love her, but you don't even help her? If I was you, I wouldn't give a damn whether she tells me she's fine and does not need any help, I tell her to take a break, relax, or do whatever she wants while I'm taking care of the tasks and Mingi. She gave birth to him, she left the hospital only a few days ago, so she must be exhausted as hell after eight months of pregnancy, but you don't even do everything in the house for her?"

I bite on my inner lip and glance down, feeling ashamed and becoming conscious of how difficult this must be for her. If I was her, I would believe that I'm the only one who cares and loves the other.

Dongsik breathes out heavily but steps to the side to throw the dirty stuff out and clean his hands. I feel like I've been scolded, but I deserve it. I just never really paid attention to it, that must be the reason why she doesn't hug me or kiss me as much as before, she has too many things to do and must be worn out.

I run my fingers through my hair nervously but check what Dongsik is doing. He towels his hands and goes back to the baby to put his clothes back on. "Here you are, buddy," he smiles and picks him up. "Do you feel better now?" he holds him up in the air to press a kiss on his cheek, but Mingi brings his hands to his mouth and gazes at him. Dongsik does it again but pecks his nose, doing some little noises to keep his attention on him, but Mingi smiles for the first time since he woke up, moving his legs and feet.

"Aw, you enjoy it?" he giggles and brings him closer to his chest, but I gasp once a big amount of liquid leaves the baby's mouth to end on his black t-shirt. Hopefully, it wasn't on his face or in his mouth.

We both gape at each other, but I cover my mouth out of disgust. "Gosh..." he bites his lips and glances away, closing his eyes for some seconds, he puts Mingi back on the table and grabs some wet wipes. "I should have known," he wipes off what he can but causes some stains on it while my stomach is not okay.

"Take him in your arms while I'm cleaning this," he tells me to do, so I move towards him but fear the same could happen to me. I go slowly to carry him. I rest his head on my chest, looking at Dongsik who's struggling to remove the milk that ruined his clothing.

"Oh, whatever," he throws the soaked paper out. "Could I wash this in the sink?"

"Yeah," I let him feel at home, feeling some pity for him. "All right. Do you want me to help you to put him to sleep, or you're fine?"

I shrug. "I'll just put him in his crib," I answer, not feeling confident about this, but he frowns. "What? Do you put him to bed without soothing him?"

"Yeah..." I open the door behind me, and we get out. "He's just going to cry and not be able to fall asleep if you do it that way," he remarks and corrects me again, so I just go upstairs with him. "And what should I do?"

"Walk around the room while calming him down, rubbing his back, playing a lullaby song, something that soothes him," he gives some examples but enters the bedroom with me. "I'm always stressed out when he cries, I would just panic and not know what to do if he does not fall asleep quickly," I close the door behind us, and he steps towards the crib, staying by my side.

"Well, put him in his crib and see what happens," he does not help me but lets me do what I think is the best. I look at him nervously, and he maintains the eye contact. "Is he going to cry?"

"If he's used to being soothed and falling asleep in y/n's arms first, yes, he will," he confirms what I did not want to hear. "Do you think you can put him to sleep?" I indirectly ask him to do it for me, and he understands, he takes his dirty shirt off and puts it aside, he stretches his arms out, and I give him my baby.

"Let me play some music," he takes his phone out while holding Mingi, and he types on his screen to make relaxing music fill the room. He places his phone on the dresser next to us. "That's what I used to do to get my little sister to sleep," he places his hand on the baby's head and passes his fingers over it, but he starts to walk around the room with him, taking care of him like a father would like I should.

I stay against the door and watch, silently, thinking about his words and not forgetting them just for one second. Y/n must feel like she's raising two kids because of me, and I hate myself for it. The fact that I spend more time being jealous of my own son just because I don't get all her attention anymore only adds more to how ridiculous I am.

I promised I would be more mature, but I'm still not.

I gulp down but take a look at my phone, remembering I haven't eaten anything like I said I would. I heave a sigh but put my phone back in the pocket of my joggers.

10 minutes later...

"Here you go," he closes the door and exhales all the anxiousness out. Mingi now asleep in his crib, peacefully taking a nap, I look up at my best friend. "Thank you," I nervously clear my throat, but he looks back at me. "No need to, just do this for y/n," he keeps a grip on his clothing and walks down the stairs, so I follow him, perceiving through his behavior and voice the anger he must feel towards me.

I pull my hair back but get on the sofa. "Where are the products to wash this?" he holds his t-shirt up, so I stand up again and head to the entry room, where the door that leads to the laundry one is.

"What are you doing half-naked?" Jaehyun notices him, but he ignores him and gets in the other room with me. I open the door and look for the products I never use. "Have you already done the laundry?" I ask, despite how certain I am that the answer will be positive. "All the time."

"Then everything is here," I let the cabinet open but direct my eyes towards the basket that contains some fabrics. Once I catch sight of a pair of red panties, I close it and make sure this stays out of Dongsik's view. "You can wash it in the bathroom," I tell him, and he nods, grabbing one of the bottles. I leave the room and let him do what he has to do, I join the other guys on the sofa and get hold of my controller.

"Why is he shirtless?" the obsessed guy asks once more. "Mingi threw up on him," I answer him as he seems to not be able to get over it, but Dongsik comes back, and their eyes get attracted like magnets, and as soon as he enters the bathroom, they both mumble some words to each other.

"Is it me or his eight packs and v-line are more visible than before?" Minjun bites his lips, but I just give them a judging look without being noticed. "He bulked up so fucking much, how did he do that in a few weeks?"

"Sports?" I raise my eyebrows, giving an obvious answer. "His girl is so damn lucky..." Minjun does not shut his gay's mouth, making me shake my head but scoff. "With his damn pecs and biceps that are so damn big," he bites his lips. "And the veins on his forearms and hands...and his fucking tan skin..." he does not stop but goes insane with all the words he lets out. "And those thick thighs he has...How can he be so damn hot?"

"Bro, calm down," Jaehyun dares to act like he never does that. He keeps quiet as he must feel a bit shy about it now that he went a bit too far. "Do you want me to tell him about it?" I tease this boy who barely opens his mouth but only does it when he has something to say that cannot remain inside, but his eyes shoot up in my direction. "Don't you dare. He hates me since I talked about his dick."

"That's not my problem," I chuckle but scare him a little, but he throws a pillow at my face. "Do not do it, all right? I'm serious. He won't ever talk to me again."

"I'm pretty sure he already knows about it," I put the pillow back on the cushions, but he shakes his head, blushing at the thought of this happening once Dongsik is back. "Why are you suddenly simping hard like that?"

He shrugs, hiding something from me while Jaehyun is laughing right next to him. "What happened?" I ask to know as well, but Jaehyun lays his eyes on me. "We can't tell you."

"Dude, are you serious? Come on," I do not accept to be out of this, praying for Dongsik to not come yet and wait until they told me. "He's ashamed, I can't," he shakes his head while making fun of our best friend. "Hurry your ass up, he's going to come back!" I try to keep my voice low, and he finally comes closer.

"Promise that you won't tell Dongsik about this," Minjun dies in his redness, but I lift my hand up and give him my word. "I promise. I just want to know."

"Let me explain quickly then," Jaehyun does it for him, and he quietens his voice to not be heard. "It happened just some weeks ago when we went to the gym together. It was at night, and we were all alone in the room, but Dongsik was working really hard while we were barely moving, but we kinda joked with each other, and we dared him to get on a machine that was really hard to control since he had to lift some heavy weights, and you know that he already told us that once he works out, he sometimes get hard because he really pushes hard. Well, he was hard as fuck, but he went on that machine to flex, and he did it effortlessly, but he was kinda groaning, so I was laughing, but after a few seconds I saw that Minjun got a boner because of him," he finally spills the beans, but I'm disappointed, that was not as funny as expected. "That's all?"

"That's all? Are you kidding me?!" he punches me. "I never saw him like that, I was just tired, and my body was tired too..." Minjun tries to give himself an excuse for what happened. "No, that's just because you saw how massive he is when he's hard, he was sweating and moaning and that turned you on," Jaehyun goes back next to him, humiliating this boy who usually does it to the others and roasts them. "Shut up, asshole."

"Don't be ashamed, you can't hold it back when you see something you like," I do not keep it to myself since it's obvious he's attracted to Dongsik, but he raises his eyebrows out of bother and focuses on the game, launching it without caring.

"Wait," I quit. "Let's wait for Dongsik, otherwise he's gonna be mad," I don't let them start yet, but the man we've been talking about comes back, and we all become quiet. I try not to smile, and he sits down next to me, still shirtless. I peek at Minjun, but he only forces himself to have his eyes on the TV screen.

"Let's go," I press on the button to start it. "Where did you put your t-shirt?" I ask him. "It's drying."

"Ok," I nod.

•••

4 pm.

"Ohh..." Dongsik throws his body backward, not standing the game anymore. He drops his controller on the sofa and huffs, before cursing nonstop to get his anger out, but in a quiet voice, probably to not scare Mingi.

"Calm down, you'll be as good as I am, one day," Jaehyun smirks to provoke him but receive a pillow in his face that was sent violently. "Shut your fucking mouth," he rises from his spot, pulling his hair back. "Goddamned," he walks away, but I chuckle.

"Can I cook something, I'm starving?" he turns around before entering the kitchen, and I give him the permission, so he steps inside. Thinking about starving, I haven't eaten anything since I woke up, and I need to wake Mingi up to feed him.

"I need to take care of Mingi," I leave the two guys alone to play, and I get in the kitchen as well to take the bottle of milk that was in the fridge. "Can you warm this up while I wake the baby up?" I ask Dongsik to do it, shaking the bottle up.

"Warm up?" he grabs it. "You're supposed to use formula if y/n doesn't—"

"Don't make me tell you what kind of milk is in there, just warm it up," I exit the room, not willing to talk about this with him. I go upstairs and make my way to Mingi's bedroom, where he must be sleeping. Today was way better than expected, he only cried a little, and y/n is soon going to be home, so I'm relieved.

"My little baby," I pick him up in a gentle manner, waking him up with kindness and waiting for him to open his eyes to go downstairs. I smile at his sleepy face but gives some kisses to it. "Hey, aren't you hungry?"

His big eyes slightly open, my thumb rubbing his temple. He does not react like he did earlier, he starts to sob. "Hey...no...Mommy's going to be here soon," I kiss his face and pass my hand over his back, hating the sound of him in this situation. I walk down the stairs and instantly go towards Dongsik, almost feeling on the verge of crying only because of his sorrowful voice in my ear.

Is he sad? In pain? Or maybe he's hungry. I don't know, and that's what stresses me out the most.

Dongsik looks at me once he hears the baby. "Is he hungry?" he takes the bottle up in his hand. "I don't know...maybe...or he wants y/n to be here. She usually cuddles with him after feeding him at this hour," I attempt to calm him down with some caresses, but it does not help at all.

"Wait, don't panic, all right?" Dongsik chuckles at me but uses the bottle, he makes some drops of the milk end on his inner wrist to test the temperature. "It's good," he gazes up at him. "Here," and he gives me the bottle, so I hold Mingi a bit more properly with one arm to try to feed him.

I let the teat touch his lips, making him feel that it's here, and in short seconds, he stops, his facial expression changes to be softened, and he drinks.

"There, that was not that hard," Dongsik smiles at him, but Mingi looks at him, his hand that is against my chest raising up and touching the neck of my shirt. "I'm pretty sure he must be nervous without his mom," he skims his hand past his head, brushing his small hair. Mingi gazes away once Dongsik looks at his phone, and he turns his head towards me to have his face against my chest, but he suddenly coughs and chokes up on the milk, getting me to have a heart attack and take the teat out of his mouth.

Dongsik reacts almost momentarily, and he grabs the bottle but tells me to hold him up to be able to give some taps on his back. "Did some of it get in his lungs?" I lose my head once he does not stop coughing as if he couldn't breathe, but Dongsik grabs a stool and sits on it, so I give him the baby but feel my heart thump into my chest the more this is going, shaking on my spot and feeling horribly scared.

He puts him on his thigh and holds him with one hand to rub his back but does not give any tap to it. "I think he can't breathe," my hands shake as I cannot keep calm anymore, scared for him and terrified.

"It just went down the wrong way. He's fine," he does not worry that much while I'm already crying, feeling hurt to see my baby struggle to breathe. "Hey," my best friend notices it but smiles. "Don't cry, he's fine. If something was caught in his lungs he wouldn't be able to cough like that. He's okay, it just happens to them like it does to us," his words reassure me as I cannot stop being worried to death, but he leans closer to Mingi, who's gradually catching his breath. "See, he's fine," he brushes my baby's tears away from his cheeks but looks up at me. "Just wait a few minutes before feeding him."

"I won't do it, you do," I refuse to do it again, not wanting this to happen for the second time. He chuckles but holds Mingi closer to his torso. "Is your belly okay?" he smiles but puts his hand on it, covering this area and his chest with almost only one hand. He lifts him up to have his small back against his chest, but he rises and comes up to me. "Hold him while I'm cooking, I'll feed him if you want."

I take him in my arms but hug him tight, my heart still beating fast out of fright. I kiss his cheek, and Dongsik goes back to cooking. Now I can pamper him with kisses.