hihi!! two questions: do you do ship fics? like minwon, junhao, all that stuff. if so can you do one with caregiver minwon with a babyre little?
if not then can you do caregiver scoups or wonwoo with a babyre little? thank youuu!!!
hi hi!! while i don’t personally romantically ship idols (although i have my suspicions of some hehe), I’d be happy to write duo or ship drabbles! might be a liiiiiiittle out of my wheelhouse but here u go!
slight warning: temper tantrum
“Shh, that’s it. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Mingyu cooes, picking you up, holding you on his hip, and grabbing a bottle. He opens the microwave and taps in a few numbers, wincing at the shrill crying in his ear. “Let’s not stress out Daddy more than he already is.”
You had been scratching and hitting at Wonwoo’s room door, upset. Usually Daddy paid you the most attention but today he was busy on his computer -some sort of very important work. So, Mingyu had to whisk you away as not to disturb him.
The microwave starts and the bottle is lit up, making little circles on the microwave plate. Usually, you’d love to watch the bottle spin, excited that Appa was making you a nice, warm bottle! But right now, you were so exhausted and so upset that you couldn’t do much else but cry.
You continue to cry, squirming in Mingyu’s arms. You didn’t want bottle, you wanted nap time! It’s nap time! Why didn’t either of them get that?
When he put the teat of the bottle to your mouth, you smacked it out of his hand and onto the floor. Mingyu’s jaw dropped, standing in silence as you cried and cried. The milk had exploded onto the floor and now his socks were soggy and you were still upset.
He didn’t get it; You had lunch already and Mingyu played dolls/action figures with you and he even took you on a walk around the neighborhood, pulling you around in a wagon big enough for you. It had been a wonderful morning. What else could you want?
You scream, pulling at his hair and kicking your feet. Mingyu frowns, genuinely upset now. He felt like crying -he didn’t know what to do and you were much too regressed to tell him what was wrong.
Mingyu wasn’t too sure how long he’d been standing there with you in his arms, yelling in his ears, but he started to get a massive headache. He loves his little baby, but he definitely needs his partner’s help. As reliable and capable as Mingyu is, his temper runs short.
Just then, Wonwoo opened his room door, dressed smartly and clearly very tired. He looked to be a good mood, though, so whatever work he was doing on the computer definitely turned out well. “Good, uh -what time is it? Three? Good afternoon, everyone.” He approached Mingyu to kiss him on his cheek and ruffle your hair, but stopped in his tracks when he heard you shrieking.
He stepped back, surprised. “Oh? Baby isn’t feeling well?” He asked, poking your cheek and looking at Mingyu worriedly.
“Mhm. I gave Y/N a bottle but that isn’t working. Honestly, the screaming is driving me nuts.” He admitted, giving you a reassuring kiss on your nose that he wasn’t being mean, just tired.
“I’m sorry, I had no idea. Here, give me the baby, Gyu.” He held his hands out and Mingyu held you over to your Daddy. Almost immediately, your screams died down and you opened your eyes to look at your daddy, giggling and reaching for his glasses.
“Oh, they like you. No yelling as soon as you come onto the scene, of course. How did you NOT hear them screeching their head off?” Mingyu groaned, slumping against the wall. “I need a nap. Some kinda rest…” He muttered, peeling himself from the wall.
That sparked something in Wonwoo, though. He looked at his watch again. Three p.m… it was three p.m.
“Gyu, I know why Y/N keeps crying.” Wonwoo’s voice was deadpan. “What time is it? Quick.”
“It’s like, three? You said that earlier, babe.” Mingyu called from the couch, slumped over and curled up with the sofa pillows.
Wonwoo looked at you and you looked back, quiet, as if you were waiting for him to figure it the heck out -which you were. “Oh… oh, it’s past your naptime. That’s why. Huh.” He whispered, shifting you from his arms to one arm, hoisting you on his hip. “You wanted your Daddy to tuck you in, didn’t you?”
You stick out your tongue and giggle, curling into Daddy’s touch without a word. Just being in his arms was enough to quell you, enough to make you so, so sleepy.
Every day you regress, you get out down for a nap at three p.m. And every single one of those days, Wonwoo is the one who puts you to bed. No wonder you were so bent out of shape!
Slowly, Wonwoo makes his way to the living room where Mingyu is already sprawled out on the sofa. He looks exhausted, not even paying attention to Wonwoo gathering your blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, still holding you on his hip.
“Why don’t we all nap together? Everybody is clearly very, very sleepy.” Wonwoo placed you down on your blankie and pillows and kissed your forehead gently. You babble sleepily, wrapping your blankies around you and bringing the corner of one up to your mouth to chew on.
Wonwoo just smiles. “Sleep well, little one.” He goes to lay down on the sofa with Mingyu, laughing softly when Mingyu kicks at him playfully. “Aaaand sleep well to you too, Gyu.” He whispers, kissing Mingyu gently and leaning back on the sofa to get comfortable. He lets Mingyu lean his head on his shoulder and doze off, before he too takes a well-deserved nap.
