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summary: he’s new to the neighborhood, moving into the house directly across from yours in the quiet little cul-de-sac. you don’t know much about him. only that he works on cars in his garage, mows his lawn shirtless like he’s trying to ruin your life, and always looks a little too tired. it’s not until a little girl appears in his driveway one afternoon that you realize the handsome mechanic across the street comes with a tiny family attached.
pairing: girldad!bangchan x reader
genre: all the above (f,s,a)
cw/tags: eventual smut, slow burn, grief/loss, fear of abandonment, insecurity, self-worth issues, overworking, exhaustion & burnout, praise, emotional intimacy
soundtrack: apple music - lithen when you're in love / spotify
* ✩˚word count: 4.6k ˚✩ *
By Friday, you were just as anxious as Chan. You spent the whole week convincing yourself that it wasn’t a date.
He just wanted to spend time with you on his birthday
One-on-one that is
It wasn’t until you were chatting with a neighbor, who was shamelessly watching the whole interaction that afternoon, that you finally came to terms with it.
Something about the hot dad grinning to himself as he walked away from your yard made your argument significantly harder to believe.
-
The doorbell rang at exactly six o’clock. You paused halfway through adjusting an earring and glanced toward the front door.
Of course he was on time. Why had you expected anything else?
Taking one last breath, you opened the door. Chan was halfway through checking his phone when he looked up.
Then stopped completely. For a moment, neither of you said anything.
“Hi,” you managed.
His eyes lingered on you for a second too long. Then his voice came out slightly rough. “Hi.”
You smiled faintly, “Ready?”
He exhaled like he forgot what he was about to say. “Y-you look great.”
“Thanks,” you chuckled. “But you didn’t answer my question.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly still a little distracted, like his brain was lagging behind his eyes. You extended your hand anyway, letting the moment pull him forward before he could overthink it.
“Right,” he cleared his throat, “Let’s go.”
When his fingers closed around yours, it didn’t land the same way as before. This time there was no careful introduction, no polite hesitation; only familiarity arriving too soon, but it was warm and immediate, like something your body recognized before your thoughts could catch up.
The walk to his car across the street didn’t help. If anything, it made everything feel more noticeable; the space between houses, the quiet evening air, the fact that your hand was still in his like it belonged there.
“You’re holding my hand like I’m about to run away,” you murmured.
“I’m not?” he said, immediately adjusting his grip like that wasn’t exactly what he was doing. He didn’t let go, though.
By the time you reached his car, it was already parked next to the curb. He released your hand only to step ahead, opening the passenger door for you with an ease that felt almost too natural.
You hesitated before slipping inside.
“May I?” he asked gently, leaning down just enough for his voice to soften.
The question should’ve been simple, but it wasn’t for you. Not with how close he was. You nodded before you could overthink it.
He reached for the seatbelt, the movement slow, careful like he was giving you time to change your mind. Instead, the space between you narrowed until there was barely any left at all.
Too close.
The door shut softly beside you. Suddenly, it was just you and the quiet. The air still felt different somehow, like it hadn’t caught up yet. Like it was waiting for him to come back into it.
You could see him moving around the front of the car through the windshield, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made the distance feel oddly intentional.
Your fingers tightened lightly in your lap, then loosened again. Like your body wasn’t sure what to do with itself now that he wasn’t right beside you
The driver’s side door opened, and the quiet shifted with it. He slid into the seat but didn’t start the car. One hand rested on the wheel, the other hovering for a second like he wasn’t fully sure what to do with himself yet.
The silence stretched for a moment before he looked over.
“You look…” you started, then paused like the word itself had weight.
His gaze didn’t leave yours.
“…nice,” you finished, quieter than you meant to.
His hand tightened briefly on the wheel, then eased again. “Yeah?” he said, voice lower now.
You nodded once before you could overthink it.
The silence held, and neither of you looked away. Then he exhaled lightly through his nose, finally breaking it. “I was genuinely overthinking what to wear tonight,” he admitted, almost under his breath.
A small laugh slipped out of you. “Honestly… me too.”
“Yeah, I don’t buy that,” he said right away, turning the key. The engine caught, but his attention didn’t. “You look like you had it all figured out.”
You shifted slightly in the seat, lips quirking. “That’s because I was pretending I wasn’t overthinking.”
That earned a look from him, quick and unguarded, before his eyes went back to the road. “That’s interesting,” he said, pulling out from the curb.
For a moment, there was only the low sound of tires on pavement and the quiet rhythm of the road unfolding ahead. The earlier tension didn’t disappear, it stopped pressing in all at once.
His hand stayed on the wheel, but his grip wasn’t as tight anymore.
At the next stretch of road, he reached for the console without looking, a few seconds of static, then a song came through faintly, too low at first to fully catch attention.
He adjusted the volume.
“Wait,” you said before you could stop yourself. “I like this one.”
His hand paused on the dial. “Oh?”, he was quieter now. “Same.”
And suddenly it wasn’t just music playing. It was something shared, sitting between you both, occupying space he didn’t quite know what to do with.
At a red light, the car slowed to a stop, but the song kept going. His fingers tapped instinctively against the steering wheel, with the tempo.
A lyric drifted through the speakers causing him to exhale quietly through his nose, like he’d heard it differently than you did. “You ever notice,” he started, then stopped immediately.
“…never mind.” he said softly as the car rolled forward on green.
Despite the car moving forward, neither of you could move on from the sentence he didn’t finish. You were playing with your nails, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened again.
A few minutes passed before he spoke again.
“You ever notice,” he started, slower this time, “how some people just…feel different depending on where you see them?”
He cleared his throat softly. “I mean,” he added, quieter, “it felt different seeing you at your door.” A pause followed. Then, like it cost him a little more honesty to continue, “I didn’t really expect that.”
His eyes stayed on the road, but his voice dropped slightly,“…in a good way.”
Your eyes snapped towards him as his name slipped out before you could stop it.
His hand tightened briefly on the wheel, “Yeah?”
You looked away from him, suddenly focused on the scenery outside again. “It was like that for me when we first met.” you paused “Then once I noticed Jia….”
Chan didn’t answer right away.
“Oh,” he said after a minute.
He let out a quiet breath through his nose, almost a laugh without humor, more like recognition settling in. “That’s…” he started as his thumb shifted against the wheel.
“I like that,” he quietly admitted, like it had slipped out before he could decide whether it should.
Neither of you said anything for a moment. Then Chan glanced ahead at the road “We’re almost there.” His voice was softer than before.
You nodded, even though he wasn’t looking.
--
Eventually, Chan eased into a parking spot and cut the engine. He got out first, circling around to open your door before you could even reach for the handle.
“You’re going to make this a habit,” you said as you stepped out.
“I already have,” he said simply.
You fell into step beside him without needing to think about it.
The crowd thickened as you moved further in, sound folding over itself in waves; music bleeding from somewhere ahead, laughter spilling from somewhere behind, the scent of food pulling you in different directions at once.
Chan didn’t seem rushed by any of it. If anything, he looked like he was adjusting to something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing.
And somewhere between picking a direction and stopping to decide nothing in particular, time stopped behaving like something you had to account for. Everything just… started happening.
You didn’t notice when the first snack got shared. Only that suddenly you were both eating it.
It might’ve started with him holding it out without thinking, or you reaching for it before deciding you were allowed to. Either way, it ended the same; something warm between you, passed back and forth like it had always been part of your routine.
Chan glanced at you once, like he was checking whether this counted as something.
You pretended not to notice.
The music shifted again somewhere deeper in the festival, pulling a small crowd toward one of the stages.
You stopped without thinking. Chan did too, a half-step behind you. He glanced at the stage, then at you. “You like this one,” he said.
“I didn’t say that,” you replied, but you were still watching.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
That made you look at him.
He kept his eyes forward this time, like he was pretending the conversation was still about the music. “You go quiet when something sticks out.”
”That’s not true,” you said automatically. But even as you said it, you didn’t move. The song had a pull to it, gaining your attention.
Chan shifted slightly beside you, weight settling more comfortably into stillness than motion. “Okay,” he said, not pushing it. Just accepting your denial in a way that felt almost worse.
The crowd flowed around you in small breaks and sways, people passing in and out of the music’s orbit. Someone laughed nearby, someone bumped shoulders, and the space between bodies tightened for a second too fast to prepare for.
Chan was nudged forward with it, the movement closing the gap before either of you could adjust. “Shit,” he said, steadying himself, his hand landing lightly at your lower back as he caught his balance. “I’m so sorry.”
He attempted to pull away, like the contact had burned more than it had any right to. But he didn’t quite manage it fast enough.
The crowd shifted again before the space between you could reset, and his hand lingered for a second longer than necessary, unsure whether to fully leave or stay out of the way.
You couldn’t step away and neither could he.
When he finally looked at you, it didn’t seem casual. It seemed intense enough for both of you to notice there wasn’t anything accidental about the fact that neither of you moved first.
His hand dropped a fraction slower than it should’ve. Then he completely removed himself from your space. “Sorry,” he said again, quieter this time, but it didn’t match the moment anymore.
The crowd didn’t care that anything had shifted between them. It kept flowing anyway; voices rising and falling, footsteps weaving through gaps, music pressing forward like it had somewhere to be.
Chan stepped slightly to your side again, not touching this time, but close enough that you could feel where he wasn’t.
After that, the rest of the evening seemed to unfold on its own.
Finding yourselves looking for each other whenever something was worth seeing.
Chan laughing under his breath when you made a face at something spicy, then pretending he didn’t when you caught him.
Pointing things out to each other before either of you realized you'd started doing it automatically.
Somewhere along the way, a vendor managed to convince the two of you to buy a drink neither of you had intended to try.
Chan didn’t argue. Somewhere along the way, your curiosity had quietly become his itinerary.
“You’re being suspiciously cooperative,” you said.
“How do you know I’m not like this all the time?”
“Fair,” you smiled up at him.
A burst of music pulled a few people into dancing near the walkway, and Chan slowed watching for a second too long like he was deciding whether he was going to enjoy it.
“You want to get closer?” you asked.
He looked at you instead of the stage. Then nodded once. “Yeah,” he said.
“With you.”
Like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
You moved first, and Chan fell into step beside you like he’d expected it. The closer you got, the less space the crowd seemed willing to give back.
Bodies shifted around you in slow waves; shoulders brushing, people turning sideways to pass, laughter cutting through small gaps that closed just as quickly.
Chan stayed close enough that you stopped checking where he was.
You just knew.
His hand lifted behind you to let someone pass, and when he settled back beside you, the space between your sides had nearly disappeared.
A group surged through from the side, and the space split for a second too long. You got pushed forward a step, and Chan was beside you again almost immediately.
“Almost lost you for a second,” he said.
“But you didn’t” you replied, smiling back up at him.
He looked at you for a moment.
“Yeah.”
And when the crowd shifted again, neither of you drifted apart until the music began to wind down and the crowds started to thin.
You followed the rest of the stragglers toward the exit, watching them as you went.
A couple holding hands.
A man trying to negotiate with a vendor before closing.
A group of friends going into the photobooth.
Right. Photos.
You stopped walking and Chan quickly followed suit.
“What?”
You smiled mischievously, “We forgot to take pictures.”
He stiffened up, “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so.”
You laughed, “Don’t use your dad logic with me!” You stepped into his line of sight, already pulling out your phone. “Just one, come on. Jia would love it.”
He froze then stared at you. “That was low.”
“Did it work?”
“Maybe.”
“Chaaaan”
Maybe it was the way you tried to use his daughter against him, or the way you drew out the syllable in his name. But he knew right then and there, you won that argument.
“How dare you,” he laughs out.
“Get over here.”
“I am literally right here.”
“Closer.”
“Absolutely not.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, tugging him into frame anyway. “Smile.”
“No.”
The picture snapped and he immediately reached for your phone. “Delete it.”
“It’s not even that bad.”
“Let me see.”
You angled the screen away from him with a laugh. “Nope.”
“You’re impossible.”
Still smiling, you glanced down at the photo then showed him. It looked annoyingly nice. Somehow, neither of you looked awkward. Which was honestly worse. In Chan’s opinion
He was looking at the camera wearing a small smirk. You were looking at him, smiling.
Before either of you could comment on it, Chan held out his phone. “Send it to me.”
You looked up. “You want it all of a sudden?”
“Jia would.”
“Right.”
“Right.”
Neither of you sounded particularly convincing, but you sent it anyway.
-
Somehow, the ride back disappeared faster than the rest of the evening had. One minute you were leaving the festival. The next, Chan was pulling up in front of your house in no hurry to end the night.
“Well,” you said.
“Well,” he echoed.
You laughed. “That was productive.”
“Very.”
“We really covered a lot there.”
“Absolutely.” The smile lingering on his face made it difficult to pretend that either of you wanted to go your separate ways.
Eventually, you reached for the door handle. “Thanks for tonight.”
“Thank you for coming.”
You paused as your hand froze on the door handle.
Chan noticed immediately. “What?”
Your eyes widened looking back at him. “Oh my God!”
“That’s never a good reaction.”
“Chan.”
“What?”
“It’s your birthday.”
He blinked and laughed out, “Yeah.”
“Oh my God.” You said more softly this time earning a chuckle from him. “You already said that.”
“I forgot.”
His smile only got bigger. “I know.”
You stared at him in disbelief, “I’m the worst.”
“You are.”
“Chan.”
“Sorry,” he chuckled. He wasn’t sorry at all.
You groaned, covering your face briefly before dropping your hands again.
“Happy birthday.” The words came out softer and more genuine this time, and before you could think better of it, you leaned forward quickly.
A kiss against his cheek.
“There,” you said. “Now I’ve acknowledged your birthday.”
The silence that followed lasted too long. Realization hit you first.
Chan second. His eyes widened slightly.
Yours did too. “Goodnight,” you said immediately.
“Right…..Goodnight.”
“Yeah.” You slipped out of the passenger side.
Neither of you sounded normal, and before you know it you were already halfway to the front door before either of you recovered.
Behind you, Chan was still sitting in the driver’s seat watching you when you glanced back, and somehow that felt much more dangerous than the kiss itself.
-
He didn’t think about much on the way back, only the ghost of your lips upon his cheek.
By the time he got home, the house was dark and settled into itself. Quiet in the way that usually meant rest, but tonight it just felt like space that felt suffocating.
He moved through it automatically. Keys down, shoes off. The small routines that normally closed a day didn’t close anything tonight, they gave him more room to think.
That was the problem, because the thinking didn’t stay simple.
It started with the photo still open on his phone. You, mid-laugh, caught in something that didn’t look like effort. Him beside you, closer than it felt appropriate to analyze too long.
He stared at it longer than he meant to.
Exhaling slowly, he set the phone down like distance might help, the thought stayed anyway though.
What does this look like?
Not tonight, not the date, not the moment. The continuation.
Because that was the part his mind kept returning to without permission, the fact that this didn’t feel like something that would stay contained if it kept going.
And he couldn’t think about that without thinking about everything it touched.
Not you first. Not even him.
Jia.
Even when she wasn’t in the room, she was in the structure of everything.
He leaned forward on the kitchen island slightly, elbows on the counter, gaze unfocused on the counter like it might offer something more stable than his thoughts.
It wasn’t just the idea of dating someone, it was what dating someone meant in a life that already had weight in it.
Routines that weren’t flexible. Time that wasn’t entirely his. A child who noticed everything, even when she didn’t understand what she was noticing yet.
He thought about the way she had reacted to you earlier in the week, how quickly she had folded you into her version of safe.
No hesitation, no adjustment period. That was the part that should’ve made this easier, instead, it made it sharper.
Because if it worked as easily for Jia, it meant it could shift too easily if something changed between you two.
He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling again, slower this time. This is what he was supposed to protect her from. Not you, or his developing feelings.
Instability dressed up as something good.
He sat back slightly, staring at nothing now, phone untouched beside him like it had become an object he wasn’t sure how to use anymore.
There were versions of this he could already see if he let himself go too far into it.
Jia asking where you were if you stopped coming around.
Jia getting used to seeing him light up in ways she’s never seen him.
Jia developing new attachment styles in real time without knowing she was doing it.
That was the part that sat heaviest. Not whether he could handle his own feelings, but whether he was willing to let Jia’s life be shaped by them.
His jaw tightened slightly, then released. “This is too fast,” he muttered under his breath, like naming it might contain it. But even as he said it, something inside him resisted the conclusion. It wasn’t just fast, it was already moving.
And that realization didn’t send him backward, it only made him painfully aware that slowing it down now wouldn’t undo where his mind had already gone.
--
Saturday didn’t fix anything.
The thought was already there when he woke up.
He moved through the morning on autopilot. Coffee, phone, small distractions that didn’t fully land. Every so often, his mind drifted back to the same place, circling the night before like it had never actually ended.
He told himself it was still simple. Just a date. A good one, nothing more complicated than that if he didn’t let it become anything else.
The problem wasn’t the date actually, it was how easily his life had already started adjusting around you before it even happened.
Sunday didn’t arrive with clarity, it just removed distractions. There was less noise, which meant more space for everything he hadn’t managed to set aside yet.
He thought about the small things in a way he hadn’t intended to, how easily you had matched his pace without effort, how conversation never felt like it needed to be forced, how the night had never once required him to perform for it to exist.
It would all be easier if something felt uncertain. Easier if there was a reason to step back that made emotional sense on its own. But the frustrating part was that nothing about you felt uncertain, he knew exactly what he liked.
He liked the way conversations with you never seemed to stall. The way you fit into spaces that should have felt awkward and somehow never did. How easy it had been to spend an entire evening with you.
It was all too easy.
He was worse come the late evening. His phone was unlocked in his hand without a clear reason for it. Your name sat there on the screen like he's had something to say all weekend.
He exhaled through his nose, staring at the blank space like it was supposed to answer for him. It was just the fact that he wanted to talk to you again, and there wasn’t a normal way to start that without admitting it.
He sighed and typed out a quick
Hey
Erased it
Hey are you around?
Erased that too
Hey so random question
Gone before he could even figure out the question.
He gave up and locked the phone, leaving it in his bedroom while he grabbed a glass of water out of the kitchen.
By the time he was back in his room and sitting on his bed, he was back in your text thread. He didn’t type anything this time. He was just sitting with the cursor blinking.
So he did what he always did when thinking stopped being productive.
He moved towards something smaller. Jia.
He then typed, slower now, more deliberate, not because it was important, but because it was easier than sitting inside his own head any longer.
I sent the photo to my mom earlier.
He stopped, read it once. That definitely didn’t feel like enough on its own, so after a minute he added
Jia saw it too.
This part was the only reason he was sending it at all, because he knew you’d wonder, and because leaving it unspoken felt like it would make it bigger than it needed to be. So he finished it
She liked it! Kept asking about the festival
He stared at the message.
It was casual, something he could step back from if he needed to, but it also anchored you into something real without him having to admit he was doing that on purpose.
He sent it. Then immediately locked the phone again, except it didn’t help.
The message was out there now. Nothing left to edit. Nothing left to overthink. Which should’ve made him feel better. Somehow, it made him more aware of the silence instead.
He lasted all of seven minutes before checking his phone again.
There wasn’t anything there.
He told himself that was fine. People have lives, he’s a single parent after all
Then checked again ten minutes later. This time there was a response.
You: She liked it?
Chan stared at the screen for a second before opening it.
Another message appeared almost immediately.
you: You survived taking one picture lol I’m proud of you!
Despite himself, he laughed and texted back almost immediately.
It was a difficult experience
you: Interesting.... you looked pretty happy with it afterward
Chan stared at the message. The annoying part was that you weren't wrong.
The conversation kept going after that.
One topic became another. The photo turned into the festival. The festival turned into Jia. Then somehow the two of you were talking about things that had absolutely nothing to do with either.
Somewhere along the way, the need for an excuse disappeared.
He stopped thinking about what to say before sending it. Stopped checking whether he was texting too much or noticing how long the conversation had been going at all.
It wasn't until he glanced at the clock that he realized how late it had gotten. He should've gone to bed a while ago.
Instead, his phone buzzed again, and he smiled before he even read the message.
𐙚
Monday came faster than it should have, or maybe the weekend had just disappeared somewhere between overthinking and late-night conversations.
Either way, by the time Chan pulled into the driveway after work, the sun was already beginning to set. Jia was halfway through telling him a story from school before he'd even turned the car off.
"...and then she said that's not even how dinosaurs work."
"That's devastating."
"Right!"
Chan laughed, reaching back to help her with the buckle. "Good job for not arguing with her."
"Thank you."
Once he was out of the car and opening Jia's door, he was about to ask her what she wanted for dinner, but was met with a loud gasp from the preschooler.
"Daddy! Look!"
Chan followed her line of sight automatically, and you made eye contact immediately. You were the first to look away, Friday's events all coming back to you.
Jia was already out of the car running across the street to your house. "We saw dinosaurs today!"
You blinked. "Actual dinosaurs?"
"No," Jia sighed dramatically. "At school."
You chuckled, "That makes a lot more sense." Jia's nodding in agreement.
Chan watched the exchange happen with the same strange feeling he'd had all weekend. The one that kept appearing whenever the two of you occupied the same space.
"How was work?" you asked, finally looking at him.
The question was normal, but for him it was everything but. "Long."
Concern was etched all across your face, "you look tired."
He let out a breath through his nose, "I..."
"Do you want dinner?" you interrupted. "I had a roast in the slow cooker."
Before he could answer, Jia spun around, her attention abandoned the flowers immediately. "YES!"
Chan looked at her.
"Please, daddy?"
He then looked at you, then back to Jia who was grinning.
"Let's wash up."
Jia was already running towards your front door. "At our house," Chan added causing her to stop immediately almost tumbling foward.
"Daddy."
"Jia."
You laughed while watching them, then bent down to Jia's level again.
"Tell you what. Go wash up with your dad, and I'll have your plates ready by the time you get back. Deal?"
Jia gasped, "Deal!"
Then she grabbed Chan's hand and started dragging him back toward their house. "Come on, Daddy. We have to hurry."
a/n: this is so short bc this was originally with part 2, but part 4 will be longer, mwahhhh
I just love being able to come home after six hours of being at work to shower, put on a face mask I bought from miniso and read ten different fanfics on tumblr/ao3…it’s beyond heavenly fr
the fact that Shifting Gears is already getting so much love and I’ve only posted the first chapter 😭😭 thank you all so much I really didn’t think it would get so much love so quickly lol much love mwah 💋💋
I love ur story but it feels wrong to imagine myself as black😭so I made up a girl in my head (I hope that’s not wrong😀)
No it’s completely fine! Just for my account I usually write the reader as black/poc since I am black myself and it just feels more comfortable to do so :] but I totally don’t mind <3
hey! I am a little confused bc just read shifting gears (absolutely loved it btw) but how is she deaf but there are parts where it says she hears? I thought she read lips at first but then it said hear and I am confused😭
Yeah I’m sorry I completely forgot to include that she wears hearing aids 😭 I’ve been so focused on creating ideas for the plot it literally slipped my mind. But yes reader is deaf and she can read lips if she’s ever in a situation where she doesn’t have her hearing aids. Hope this helped <3
i’m a little confused on your recent fic - how is the oc deaf but is responding to her friends? it doesn’t say that they sign towards her so i’m js a little confused haha
Oh I’m so sorry I meant to add in the warnings/tags that she wears hearing aids I completely forgot 😭 thank you so much for reaching out though if you have any other questions don’t feel afraid to reach out <3
- ᥫ᭡ bf!jungkook talking to pregnant!fem!readers belly before bed
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𝜗𝜚
it had become a bit of a routine lately.
every night when you and your boyfriend laid down for bed, he would scoot down, peal up your shirt, and talk to your belly for what felt like hours. but you never minded though, because you thought it was one of the most precious moments to ever witness.
“mwahh”, jungkook placed kisses against your skin. “are you enjoying daddy’s kisses? mhm?” he hummed, pressing his hand to your belly. and suddenly, a strong kick came from your baby girl who laid nestled in your womb.
“Oh!” you giggle, a bit startled from the kick. “that was a strong one”. “I know, you must be feeling active tonight huh? you hyper tonight, princess?” jungkook asked, placing more kisses on your skin—causing you to giggle from the ticklish feeling.
to put it simply, he loved talking your belly. it didn’t matter what time of day, he always found a way to do so. he would talk to your little girl about the most random things, ask her questions even though he knew he wouldn’t get much of a response in return. he had talked to her so much over the last few months that now she even recognizes his voice, kicking with enthusiasm hearing it. 
“we can’t wait till you get here, little one. just a few more months and you’ll be here” jungkook cooed. you groan. “and I already feel like I’m about to pop. I feel like she’s starting to kick and move around more the closer my due date gets”.
“she’s just getting antsy. but you gotta stop giving your mama a hard time in there, missy. she’s not a soccer field, okay?” jungkook says, his voice soft but stern. you giggle at your his words “thank you, koo. I think that helped, she stopped kicking”. “good, didn’t want you having a hard time sleeping tonight. want some rubs?” you nod quickly “yes please, I love your rubs”
“okay, baby” jungkook chuckles, starting to rub your swollen belly in soothing patterns. you sigh with content, his hand feeling amazing against your stretched out skin. you had grown quite uncomfortable the last few days, so this was doing wonders for the small aches and pains.
“so beautiful like this”, jungkook praised you softly, pressing kisses to your belly from time to time—not able to stop it. “you’ve been doing so well, mama. carrying our little girl all this time. so strong for me”.
you huff, already feeling your eyes growing glossy from your damned pregnancy hormones. “if your trying to make me cry it really doesn’t take much”. Jungkook laughs, his smile bright. “m’sorry, sweetheart, don’t like seeing you cry. just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you, you’ve been handling this so well. such a good mama”.
“stoppp”, you whine, covering your face before tears could fall. “Okay okay I’ll stop I’m sorry”, your boyfriend chuckles. “don’t cry, my love” “too late”, you laugh through your tears, jungkook joining you as he brought you into his arms.
- the end <3
A/n - DOUBLE POST WOOHOOO !! after seeing that one video of jungkooks reaction to seeing a pregnant army at the Vegas concert I had to write this lmao
— black//poc!fem!reader braiding idol!bf!jimins hair while he info dumps on science facts .ᐟ
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“so the laws of physics are basically empirical statements and mathematical formulas that describe how the universe behaves”, jimin ranted, sitting between your legs as you braided his blond locks of hair. he had complained about it being in his face, so you offered to braid it back for him.
you hummed, nodding as your fingers worked effortlessly in his hair. “is that so?” “Yep” jimin nodded. “I think people get them confused with other science terms though. like laws vs.theories— a law just says what happens in nature and a theory just explains why or how it happens”.
“Ohhh, that makes sense”, you reply, genuinely intrigued by the information your boyfriend was currently dumping on you. it wasn’t anything new either, it was quite known your boyfriend had a knack for science—even his fan base knew. whenever he had the free time, he would watch science videos on YouTube just for fun. he could be eating, relaxing with you on the couch, on tour with his members, it didn’t matter where—he would always find a way to pull out his phone and watch a video from his favorite science channel.
“It’s also the same with Physical Laws vs Human Laws—physical laws can’t exactly be broken but if an observation somehow contradicts the law, it just means the understanding of the law got messed up at some point”, jimin rambles. you nod “that makes sense, baby. here, can you tilt your head back a bit? need to sort out another section for a braid” “mhm of course, my love”, jimin obeys, tilting his head back so you could sort out another section of hair with a comb.
with his eyes closed, he sighed softly “I’m not talking too much am I? I don’t wanna bore you or anything” you shook your head. “you could never bore me, baby. I love when you’re talkative like this” jimins brows rose “really?” you giggled “yes, if your passionate about something I wanna hear all about it, doesn’t matter what it is. Okay, handsome?”
jimin could feel himself start to blush from the petname (his favorite pet name) nodding as his ears reddened. you grin. “Good”, you lean down, giving him a sweet peck on the lips. “Now, what else did you learn from that science channel you love so much?”
you let your boyfriend ramble on for as long as he wanted, surprising you with even more interesting facts about the world and science you never even knew about. and by the time he was done, you had finished his hair—half up braids tied into small ponytails.
and it was safe to say he fell in love with it <3
- the end <3
A/n - I’ve been obsessed with his long hair lately I really hope he keeps it for the rest of the tour ughhhdhdhdid
Hiii my lovess ! I have decided that I just wanna write strictly bts/kpop fics on here. I did put out posts for DC characters (Clark Kent and Adrian Chase) but after writing those I realized that I’d rather read about my favorite marvel/dc characters then write them if that makes sense? And I feel more experienced/confident when it comes to writing for my ult groups and whatnot. but dw I will still leave the Clark and Adrian posts I wrote up for you guys if you ever wanna come back to them :] much love mwah 💋
OMGGG I can’t believe I already have 453 of you guys 😭 thank you so much for supporting all my works I’ve did so far. I’ve been having so much fun since entering my tumblr writer era and I’m so happy you guys enjoy everything I write. hugs and kisses my loves !! 💋💋
tumblr for the love of fucking God can you PLEASE make an option to bookmark posts? like I don’t wanna have to spend TWO DAMN HOURS trying to find a fanfic I read three months ago 💔
