I'm lovinggg the holding their newborns for the first time series, it's just sooo sweet <33
Do you think you could do one for Woozi maybe? 🥺 It's fine if you don't, thnks and have a nice day!
"Something I never want to forget"
Husband!LeeJihoon (WOOZI) x Afab!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, childbirth (Reader has just given birth). The setting is at a hospital.
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The room was quiet. Not in an uncomfortable way, but in the kind of stillness that follows something life-changing. The kind that makes everything else fade into the background. The machines, the hallway noise, the soft murmur of nurses walking past the door. All of it faded when they placed her in his arms.
Your daughter. His daughter.
Jihoon stared down at her like she was something he’d dreamed about once and never thought he’d actually get to touch.
He didn’t speak at first. Just looked. Her tiny fingers twitched against the fabric of the blanket, and he looked like he’d stopped breathing for a second.
“Is she okay?” he asked, so softly you barely heard him. “Is she comfortable?”
“She’s perfect,” you whispered with a tired smile, still tucked into the hospital bed, weak but glowing. “She’s with you.”
Jihoon’s arms tightened just a little, like the thought alone gave him strength. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but it took him a moment. He blinked quickly and glanced at you for just a second…then back at her.
“I didn’t think I’d be this scared,” he said finally. “But I am. I’m so scared.”
“Because I’ve never loved anything this much.” His voice cracked, barely audible.
You didn’t expect that-not from him. Jihoon wasn’t cold, but he was quiet. Reserved. He held his love in actions and music and the quiet weight of his presence. But now, as he stared down at your daughter like she hung the stars, all of it was spilling out.
“She’s so small,” he whispered. “I didn’t think she’d be this small.”
“She’s new,” you chuckled, tired. “She’ll grow.”
He nodded slowly, still unable to take his eyes off her. Then, as if realizing it all at once, he shifted and sat on the edge of your bed so you could see her better. He angled her carefully, his movements full of reverence and awe, like he was holding something sacred.
“This is your Eomma,” he whispered to the baby. “She’s amazing. She’s everything. She did all the hard stuff while I just stood around like an idiot.”
You laughed again, tears burning your eyes. He looked loving at you. “You brought her into the world.” His eyes flicked to yours, more serious now. “I watched you do the impossible. I’ve never-” he paused, his jaw clenched slightly like he was trying not to cry again. “I’ve never been more proud of anyone in my life.”
You reached over and touched his knee, your fingers brushing against his hand where it cradled your daughter’s head. Jihoon smiled, then glanced back at the tiny girl resting against his chest.
“She’s warm,” he said, smiling now, voice soft and shaky. “And squishy. And she smells like something I never want to forget.”
He looked down at her for a long time, eyes glassy but full of light. Then, with a little breath of wonder, he said, “Hi, baby girl. I’m your Appa.” His thumb gently stroked her forehead. “That… still feels weird to say. But I’m gonna keep saying it.”
The baby stirred, her nose scrunching, mouth puckering slightly. Jihoon froze.
“Wait…did she just make a face?” he asked quickly. “Was that a face?”
“She’s a baby, Ji,” you giggled. “She makes faces.”
“But that was a real one! Like… she was thinking something. What if she didn’t like my voice? Is my voice too deep? Do you think I sound scary?”
“She’s not judging you, love.”
He let out a tiny breath of relief, still looking down at her in total disbelief. “I just want to get everything right,” he mumbled. “I want her to love me. I want her to feel safe. I want her to know I’d give her anything-everything. I want to be someone she’s proud of.”
He looked at you, and his whole face softened.
“Thank you,” he said suddenly, his voice trembling with emotion. “For her. For doing all of this. For letting me have this moment. For choosing to do this with me.”
You reached up, touching his cheek, feeling the warmth and the dampness of tears he didn’t bother to hide. “I’d do it all over again, just as long as it's with you.”
Jihoon laughed through his tears, wiping at them half-heartedly with his shoulder so he wouldn’t shift her too much. “You’re too good to me.”
He leaned forward and gently rested his head against yours, the baby still between you, safe and warm.
“I’m gonna love her so much,” he whispered. “And you. Always.”
The three of you stayed like that for a while-tangled together in silence, in warmth, in everything that mattered.
And when the nurse returned quietly to check on you all, she paused in the doorway, smiling to herself before backing out again. Some moments, she knew, were too perfect to interrupt.
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