moonchild

not rm. member of seoulessrp.

[rkvcs]

namjoon had already claimed a corner table by the time jungkook arrived, one hand wrapped around a glass while he scrolled aimlessly through his phone. the second he spotted him, he set it face down on the table. "look who finally showed up."

there was no real accusation behind it, only the familiar grin that followed. he waited until jungkook sat down before nudging a menu across the table. "i was about five minutes away from ordering for you." a blatant lie. he leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink while glancing around the restaurant. it wasn't busy, which was exactly why he'd picked it.

"what've you been up to?" they'd spent enough time together over the past few months that the question should've been unnecessary. somehow, it never was. there was always something he'd missed between flights, rehearsals, and whatever else life decided to throw at them.

@letjeonkook

[thatredwine]

black swan and las vegas are a lethal combination | cr. qswsxxs

[meedinuku]

the way his face went “oh” instantly i can’t stop laughing

[dreamer-inseoul]

── 「 ✦ STARTER ✦ 」 for @rkvcs

The man takes his seat down at the table, sighing softly before looking around the place and noticing a few familiar faces. It's been a while since he's been out for a drink with his friends but as usual, Jongin was wrong with the time. He had arrived earlier than the others and is now awkwardly sitting at the table by himself waiting for them to arrive. He had spotted some of the members of BTS at another table and while he has no personal issues with them, the place is busy and he doesn't want to get caught up in some kind of drama. Not right now. There's already enough stress on his plate to add some kind of fanwar to it. Covering his face, terribly, he hopes that they don't look his way and spot him.

[rkvcs]

namjoon sat with his phone in hand, thumb lazily scrolling. the noise of the place filled in the gaps — low chatter, clinking glasses — but his attention drifted the second something familiar caught in his peripheral. he glanced up, paused, then looked back down again like maybe he’d imagined it.

he debated leaving it alone. it would be easier, quieter —no unnecessary attention, no room for anything to be misread. but the thought lingered, and it didn’t sit right with him. ignoring him felt worse than the risk of it.

lifting his head again, namjoon squinted slightly, like he didn’t quite trust his own eyes this time. when recognition settled in for real, a small breath of amusement slipped out of him. he gave a subtle wave across the room, dimples just barely showing.

[joonie]

BTS x GQ (RM Cut)

[yoongikook]

confirmed by namjoon: both baby AND daddy

[qveenminn]

the door clicked open, and minnie peeked out from behind the frame, james tucked carefully against her chest. her shoulders were still tense from the day, but the sight of namjoon on the other side of the door made them ease slightly. “hey,” she said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “come in.” her voice carried that mix of tiredness and relief that only a parent could have after months of nonstop care. she shifted james a little, brushing her thumb across his tiny cheek, as if grounding herself in the small warmth of him.

once namjoon stepped inside, minnie moved toward the living room, guiding him to the couch while still holding james. “he just woke from a nap,” she murmured, glancing down at her son before looking back at namjoon. “do you want to sit? it feels good to finally see someone who gets it, you know?” the apartment smelled faintly of baby powder and leftover snacks, a quiet domestic chaos that only made the moment feel more honest. minnie let out a soft laugh, shifting slightly as james stirred against her. “i swear, every time someone visits, he times it perfectly.” | @rkvcs

[rkvcs]

namjoon’s smile came easy when the door opened, that familiar mix of warmth and understanding already tugging at his expression. “hey,” he greeted, voice low and steady, as if he knew exactly how heavy the day must’ve been. stepping inside, he automatically slipped his shoes off and gave the space a quick once-over - the quiet hum of a home that had seen one too many sleepless nights. bottles on the counter, blankets tossed over the couch, that faint scent of baby powder and comfort in the air. it all felt real - and achingly familiar.

“you weren’t kidding,” he murmured, eyes flicking toward the small bundle in her arms. “he’s getting bigger already.” he smiled at the sight of james, soft amusement threading through his voice. “let me guess—he waited until right before i showed up to wake up, huh? sounds like someone’s learning perfect comedic timing.” when she motioned him to sit, namjoon did, elbows resting on his knees as he glanced toward the baby again. “funny how they always know when it’s quiet enough to make their presence known,” he said, chuckling softly. “youngmi’s the same way. i swear, she has a sixth sense for when jisoo and i try to rest or actually eat something.” his tone was teasing, but the affection in it ran deep—an unspoken bond of shared exhaustion and pride.

he leaned back slightly, gaze softening on her. “it’s good seeing you, minnie. really. it’s weird—before, we’d talk about work, music, all that stuff… now it’s nap schedules and teething toys.” he laughed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “but i get what you mean. there’s something comforting about talking to someone who knows what this stage feels like. the chaos, the quiet, all of it.”

his dimples pressed faintly when he smiled again. “you’re doing good. i mean it. you always were the kind to make things look effortless, but this?” he nodded toward james. “you’re holding it down better than you think.” after a beat, his gaze wandered toward the kitchen, like a thought had just hit him. “wait- do you want something to drink? coffee? tea? i brought a few snacks too, figured the tired parents’ club could use reinforcements.” his grin tugged wider, soft and teasing. “i promise, no baby food this time.”

[rkvcs]

"album release 10/31" - seouless kim namjoon

[rkvcs]

@lalaliasam

namjoon had forgotten how loud the studio could feel when it was just him and his thoughts. not the actual noise — the hum of equipment, the soft thrum of an instrumental looping on repeat — but the noise in his head that came with trying to make something out of nothing again. his first day back was supposed to feel good, grounding, like slipping into a familiar skin. instead, it felt a little too tight around the edges.

he’d stared at the same half-written line in his notebook for almost twenty minutes before he finally gave up pretending he was making progress. when lisa messaged about grabbing lunch — said she was nearby and had time — he’d agreed without thinking twice. maybe it was selfish, maybe it was his mind begging for a reason to step away before the pressure swallowed him whole.

now, sitting at the corner table of a quiet café near the company building, he wasn’t sure if he’d actually managed to step away at all. his fingers tapped against the side of his cup, the untouched americano gone lukewarm by now. thoughts kept circling the same track, looping and looping until they knotted together: was he doing enough? had he spent enough time at home this morning before leaving jisoo and youngmi? should he even have left at all?

he dragged in a breath, long and steady, trying to untangle the weight from his chest. he’d waited years to be back here, to make music again — this was supposed to feel like coming home. instead, all he could think about was how easily he could mess up the balance he was still figuring out how to hold. a quiet sigh slipped past his lips just as the soft sound of footsteps pulled him back to the present. he blinked once, twice, shaking free from the spiral he’d been lost in — and just like that, the café wasn’t too quiet, and the noise in his head wasn’t so loud. lisa was here.

[defendingwarrior-deactivated202]

NAMJOON | RM's Trip in Europe

[rosieisroses-archived]

Tender smile never fading, though the teasing lilt in her voice maintains its cadence. ❝ Oh? Printing the ballots yourself? So you're going to rig the votes now? Tsk, tsk. That's always the problem with powerful men. Always meddling with the ballots... ❞ Leaning back with a small shake of her head in pure delight at his display of theatrics. ❝ But fine. I'll just have to launch a whole campaign on this. Posters, slogans, photo cards. An entire merch line. Auntie Rosie for second next to her mommy. First before her daddy~ Youngmi already signed my petition. Didn't you, my little angel? ❞ Pinky finger wiggling lightly against the baby's tiny hand until it curls around her own, heart flipping at the contact—pact signed and sealed.

For a moment, the teasing banter fainted, replaced completely by something deeper. A quiet tug in her heartstrings she wouldn't want to admit out loud. The case of baby fever blooming sharp and sweet, swirling all because of this tiny curl of trust...

...A pinky promise to last for eternity.

But then Youngmi's tiny hand tugged at her necklace once more. Quite literally pulling her from her own reverie. A giggle bubbling as she dips her head closer, softly whispering. ❝ See? She already claimed me... You're doomed, oppa. Forever third place. ❞ The delicate fist now tangled around the shimmering pendant. An obvious display who holds the real power here. Soft sigh spilling out, quiet and full of warmth, a gentle thumb traces on the little Princess' back. ❝ And you're right... she's too perfect. Too precious for this world. And you⸻ ❞ Gaze flickering back to Namjoon, catching the thread of sincerity in that dimpled grin of his. ❝ You deserve every second back that was stolen. She'll remember. Just look at her. She'll never know you missed a second because you're here now. She's going to grow up knowing you're the safest arms she'll ever fall into. ❞

And because she can never let a moment sit too long without any form of teasing and lightheartedness, a sly smile angles his direction. ❝ Hmm... Babysitting fees? Do you even know who I am, oppa? If anything, you should be paying me. I come with free lullabies, certified couture taste, verified food and beverage connoisseur certifications and unlimited affection credits. That's way above premium service. ❞ Subtly shifting Youngmi so the baby's cheeks puff adorably, as if to amplify the accurateness of her point. ❝ Alright then, I'll pay in iced americanos and my silence whenever you accidentally rhyme 'love' with 'dove' again. ❞

[rkvcs]

namjoon groaned loud enough for it to echo, dragging his hand down his face while his dimples betrayed him. "yah, rigged ballots? really, rosie? that’s what you’re going with? first you brainwash my daughter with ‘neomu chic,’ now you’re accusing me of election fraud. i should’ve known auntie campaigns came with slander." his grin stretched, teasing glint flickering in his eyes. "next thing i know, you’ll have posters plastered all over seoul with ‘vote rosie’ in neon pink."

he let the joke hang for a beat, his laugh tapering into something quieter as his gaze lingered on youngmi’s tiny hand wrapped around rosie’s finger. like a flash, namjoon felt like he quickly went back in time. realizing just how much changed since he first met rosie along with the others. memories of him appearing at tours, him stealing every moment with jisoo that he could, and now to seeing one of his good friends with his daughter. a warm smile sat on his face just a moment longer.

youngmi let out a happy babble right then, and the weight of his words eased into a warm laugh. "still doesn’t mean you get away with ranking me third, though." namjoon snaps from his nostalgia run, "appa’s official title as diaper mule and jungle gym is unbeatable. no recounts, no appeals." he leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially toward his daughter. "don’t worry, youngmi, i’ll make sure our ballots don’t mysteriously disappear."

he settled back against the couch, dimples flashing once more as his tone lightened. "but enough about rigged elections and diaper mules. i’ve been sitting here parading my daughter around like the proudest appa in the world and didn’t even think to ask—do you want anything to drink? i’ve got coffee, tea, juice… maybe alcohol if you ask nicely." his chuckle followed, warm and easy. "guess i should at least try to be a decent host."

[yourxmoon]

Jin chuckled, he always enjoyed spending time with his members, no, his brothers and now that they were all out of the military and without a tour he had been with at least one of them daily, today was namjoon's turn. "Don't worry joon-ah, I will congratulate you during koala day." Whenever that was, he will need to investigate.

"Already working in out comeback?" jin asked as he leaned closer, trying to peek at the notebook that could hold their future. "Our midas touch producers are back at it!" He brushed their shoulders together in a playful way. "Yah, namjoon-ah you are living the dream." As Jin entered his thirties the idea of having a family of his own sounded more tempting. "How is little youngmi? I should visit soon..." He paused, offering a pat on namjoon's shoulder. "I'm always here for you, joon-ah." Jin said and meant it. "Plus, I have planty of those to share with you."

[rkvcs]

namjoon’s laugh bubbled out instantly, dimples showing as he tilted his head toward jin. "koala day? hyung, if you actually find out when that is, i’ll expect balloons and a cake. i want the full celebration," he teased, pen tapping lightly against the page in front of him. he didn’t bother covering the notebook when jin leaned closer—if there was anyone he trusted to peek, it was him. "comeback or not, these are just scribbles. half of it won’t make sense tomorrow," he admitted with a small grin. "but i’ll take the midas touch title." the bump of shoulders made his grin grow wider, warmth threaded through it. "yah, hyung, you say i’m living the dream, but look at you. worldwide handsome and free time to spare now? you’re basically untouchable." it was lighthearted, but his tone carried the affection of years, the kind of teasing reserved only for someone who had always felt like family.

jin’s mention of youngmi softened his expression immediately. "she’s good, hyung. growing too fast, though. i swear she was just this tiny thing in my arms yesterday and now she’s already sitting up and trying to boss me around." there was pride in his voice, threaded with awe, as if he still couldn’t believe she was real sometimes. "you should come by soon. she’ll love having another uncle around to spoil her." he glanced at jin’s hand on his shoulder, the words grounding him in a way little else could. "i know, and i mean it when i say the same back to you. always." his lips curved into a softer smile, dimples pressed deep again. "how's touring solo gone for you?"

[rosieisroses-archived]

A huff escapes her, the kind that sounded she's genuinely scandalized though a burst of laughter immerses instantly. Head tipping slightly, cascade of golden hair following effortlessly with every movement as she clutches Youngmi closer, shielding herself from such a slander. ❝ Omo, the betrayal! You would never⸻ ❞ Another exaggerated gasp, displaying full melodrama. ❝ I can't imagine my own niece, my little angel... reduced to calling me 'pabo' before she even says my name. ❞ Nose wrinkling, a pout surfacing as Youngmi lets out a sweet gurgle though remaining uncertain if it was in agreement (or in treason). Angling lower, whispering softly against the baby's crown. ❝ Don't listen to him, okay, my beloved little angel? Auntie Rosie is neomuuuuuuu cool and neomuuuuuuuu chic. Neomu neomu chic~ ❞

Pulling back, her eyes sparkling with a new vigor of mischief, then softening at the mention of Jisoo. His tone gentle and tugged something quiet in her heart. ❝ Third favorite? Excuse me? Rude. ❞ Playfully acting as if fully offended by the degree of his equally teasing words, a sweet smile still plastered on her tender features. ❝ That's true, though... Unnie's number one by universal law anyway. And Lisa and Jennie can fight me for second if they want. ❞ Smile blooming into a grin, same teasing flicker across her gaze. ❝ But I tell you what, oppa, Youngmi and I already signed a secret pact. Once she's old enough, she's starting an official Auntie Rankings chart, broadcasted and everything. ❞

Expression in her eyes easing further, slipping out a quiet chuckle as if to diffuse the tenderness of the moment. ❝ Fees or not, you're stuck with me in this bubble now. Besides, do you think you could really put a price on this face? ❞ Tilting Youngmi slightly so her tiny dimples showed, a dreamy sigh instinctively unfurling, her own heart had already given up. ❝ Exactly, Youngmi-yah. It's game over for Auntie Rosie... It really has been too long. But you're here now. Not missing a single second on watching over her. ❞ Lightly rocking the tiny princess, still perfectly poised even there's a tiny fist that keeps on batting at her necklace. ❝ You deserve that. She deserves that, too. ❞

[rkvcs]

namjoon tipped his head back with a groan that sounded entirely too dramatic, one hand dragging down his face while his dimples gave him away all the same. "propaganda. that’s what this is," he muttered, shaking his head at rosie whispering into youngmi’s hair. "yah, rosie, you’re going to make her first full sentence something like, ‘my auntie is so chic and cool.’ meanwhile, i’ll still be waiting for ‘appa.’" his grin stretched, the teasing glint in his eyes impossible to hide. "unbelievable. i raise her, i change her diapers, i carry her stroller up three flights of stairs—only for you to swoop in with neomu chic and steal the spotlight. betrayed in my own home."

her comment about the rankings had him pressing a hand over his heart like the words physically wounded him. "alright, fine. i’ll give you that. jisoo is untouchable—number one forever, universal law, no one argues with that. but you’re forgetting something important, rosie. i’m the one who prints the official ballots. so don’t be surprised if i mysteriously end up in first place with the title: best diaper mule and jungle gym."

youngmi’s little hand smacking at rosie’s necklace pulled his attention, his gaze softening instantly as though the rest of the world dimmed. "you’re lucky she adores you this much, rosie. look at that—she’s about to cling to you any chance she gets." still, his grin tugged wider. "but you’re right. there’s no price tag on this face." he leaned forward slightly, eyes caught on youngmi’s dimples as she babbled, "she’s too perfect."

his voice dipped quieter then, carrying the weight of honesty he usually tucked beneath jokes. "it has been too long. enlistment already took more time than i wanted away from her—away from all of you. so now… i’m not wasting a second. i want her to grow up with this—with you, with her aunties, with family always around." his lips curved again, dimples cutting through the tenderness. "though just so you know, that does mean babysitting fees will apply eventually. you can pay me in coffee and pretending not to laugh when i trip over my own lyrics in the studio." a partial sigh slipped out as he added, "might even need a sign-up sheet for babysitting days. i’ve got a feeling some of the guys will be lining up for their turn." he let the weight of his words fade into something lighter, giving rosie a side-eye that was pure sibling mischief. "and for the record, when that official chart comes out, i expect at least an honorable mention. appa: undefeated at carrying the diaper bag. you can’t take that from me."

[ycvnjun]

yeonjun couldn’t hold back the laugh that slipped out, sharp at first but quickly softening into something lighter. he shifted the box of cream puffs in his hands, leaning his shoulder against the counter like he had all the time in the world. his dark eyes flicked between namjoon and the display, amusement tugging deeper at the curve of his mouth.

“bad luck? please, running into me is the best part of your day and you know it,” he shot back, voice dripping with mock confidence, though the smirk gave him away. tilting his head toward the case, he added, “but really, you’re overthinking it. just get both. call it research.” his gaze lingered for a beat, playful but genuine, before he tipped his chin slightly, eyes glinting. “and tell jisoo i just saved her from watching you spiral over bread.”

[rkvcs]

namjoon huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as if yeonjun had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. “yah, i should’ve known you’d say that. best part of my day, huh?" his dimples cut in as he stole another glance at the display, eyes narrowing at the rows of pastries like he was studying a museum piece. “research, though-- i like that. sounds better than admitting i just can’t make a decision to save my life.”

he tapped the glass case lightly, torn between two options before finally giving in with a soft sigh. “fine, i’ll get both. but only because i don’t want to hear from jisoo later about how i stood in a bakery for thirty minutes and walked out empty-handed.” there was a fondness woven into her name, a quiet pride that softened his teasing. turning back toward yeonjun, he tilted his head with a grin. “so what’s the excuse this time? cream puffs as an apology gift or just husband duties calling?” his tone was light, teasing, but his eyes carried that steady warmth—the kind that said he was glad to run into him, even by chance.

[rosieisroses-archived]

Sentiment stinging, already threatening around the corner of her eyes. Soft, delicate groan leaving her lips as a palm presses lightly against the heart. Gaze softening further at the way his voice dipped as it coaxes more weight and wonder in every word. Fingers brushing featherlight over Youngmi's hair, still trained to watch on the little one as though everything else had shrunk down into the curve of her tiny chubby cheeks.

❝ Only you would sell yourself short like that, Kim Namjoon-ssi...Do you just practice these monologues just to break fragile people like me? ❞ A teasing lilt in her voice, though the warmth of it remains unmasked. ❝ I see it. The way she looks at you. This... melting-kind type of warmth. You're her safe place, her favorite jungle gym, and not just her diaper mule. You think that just happens, oppa? ❞

Little Princess Youngmi squirms in her hold, bubbling a quiet laugh as she sways her head gently before tilting it back up at him. Facial features turning into faux severity. ❝ Mworago? Excuse me? What embarrassing stories? ❞ Hand flying over her mouth, a theatrical gasp escaping her lips. ❝ Do you really want your daughter's first word to be... 'pabo Auntie Rosie'? Is that the legacy you want for us? Omo, otteokaji, Youngmi-yah? ❞ Quiet laughter chimes, breaking into the act leaning once more into the playfulness he baited her with. ❝ No embarrassing stories would make me her less favorite. You could tell her almost tripped during MET Gala or have this unfortunate clumsy streak with with my mic drops on stage, she'd still come running when I walk in. ❞ Another tilt of her head to the little one. ❝ Right, Youngmi-yah~? Some things can't just be undone, sorry not sorry~ ❞

Grin now ebbing into something smaller, gentler. ❝ But yes, I missed this. Missed you guys. ❞ Sighing quietly, thumb brushing gentle circles against Youngmi's back. ❝ Thank you for letting me come crash your little precious bubble. I'll try not to hog her completely... ❞ A lingering pause. ❝ ...Maybe. ❞

[rkvcs]

namjoon pressed his lips together like he was trying not to smile too wide, though his dimples betrayed him instantly. “monologues? yah, rosie, you think i’ve got time to rehearse speeches between diaper changes?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “i gave those up years ago. these days, the mirror talks back in the form of spit-up or a toy being thrown at me.” dimples dug deeper as his grin lingered. “but you might be right—I’ll take being her jungle gym while i can. either until she grows out of it or my knees finally give up on me.”

her gasp at his threat only made his laughter spill fuller. “pabo auntie rosie?” he echoed, brows lifting in mock consideration. “hmm, has a nice ring to it. doesn’t it?” right on cue, youngmi babbled, and namjoon leaned into the sound, eyes lighting up. “see? even she agrees. i’m telling you—it’s happening. first word, or at least top three. appa, eomma… and then pabo rosie. i’ll make sure of it.” he leaned forward slightly, dropping his voice as if conspiring with his daughter. “don’t worry, youngmi-yah, i’ll teach you all the best ones.”

rosie’s declaration of still being the favorite drew another groan, his head tilting back in defeat. “unbelievable. fine, you’ve got some magic i can’t compete with.” his smile softened as his eyes flicked toward her, dimples fading into something smaller. “but for the record—you’ll always be third favorite. jisoo’s unbeatable.” there was quiet pride stitched through his voice at the mention of her, followed by a quick add, “though, maybe you’re tied with lisa and jennie. that’s between the three of you to sort out.”

he shifted comfortably into the couch, reaching for youngmi’s toy before glancing back at rosie. “you don’t have to thank me. you’re part of her bubble too, whether you like it or not.” his grin tugged at the corner of his lips again, teasing but edged with sincerity. “but if you’re planning on hogging her every time, i might start charging babysitting fees.” laughter slipped out easy, light, but his eyes softened again when they met hers. “i missed this too. enlistment took too much time away.”

[namchyoon]

joon is so 😭😭😭

[rosieisroses-archived]

Aur naur, not her kryptonite.

Barely stepping in before her breath caught in an amplified gasp, hands flying to her chest in false distress. ❝ Omo, it's happening⸻ ❞ A quiet murmur, more to herself than to the pair in front of her. Soft eyes flicking between father and daughter, two identical sets of dimples flashing up at her in tandem. ❝ This is absolutely illegal. A double dimple attack? How is anyone supposed to survive this? How does unnie live? ❞ And as if on cue, princess Youngmi's little indentations deepens as she gurgles. Another gasp, louder this time as she tips her head dramatically in defeat. ❝ Forget it. I'm already done for. Unnie warned me about this... but seeing it in real time? Ugh, so unfair. ❞

Her heart melting instantly the moment Youngmi reaches towards her, her tiny arms extending. How could she ever deny that? Never. Her own instinctively opening to gather the baby close. ❝ Hello, my little angel, you really were waiting for me, weren't you? ❞ Cooing the words, pressing the lightest kiss to a soft cheek, breathing in that sweet baby scent. ❝ Aww, finally, someone in this house who actually misses me. ❞ She quips, before settling onto the couch near Namjoon. ❝ Look at you, already a professional sitter! That's already more progress than your daddy ever made. ❞ A mere tease, of course. Laughter bubbling up as she both tilted her head and the baby's to throw Namjoon a very innocent look. ❝ Don't worry, oppa, we'll be as proud when you manage it someday, right Youngmi-yah~? ❞ The little one just makes an adorable noise, eliciting another baby babble as if to agree or disagree (no one would ever know).

[rkvcs]

namjoon’s dimples deepened as he watched youngmi practically glow in rosie’s eyes, her soft babbles filling the quiet space. “you know, i can’t even pretend she got any of this from me,” he said, his voice dropping into something gentler. “all of it—her smile, those eyes, even the way she looks at people—she got it from jisoo. i was gone for so much of the pregnancy, but somehow jisoo managed to give her every ounce of that warmth on her own. i’m just the guy who carries the diaper bag and tries not to mess anything up.” pride colored his tone, tinged with awe, like he still hadn’t fully wrapped his head around it. after a small pause, his lips curved. “though… the dimple? i’ll take credit for that.” his delivery was so cool, so matter-of-fact, that anyone who didn’t know his humor might have believed him.

at rosie’s jab, he groaned, tipping his head back against the couch. “yah, don’t act like you’re not enjoying this. you and youngmi teaming up on me already? unfair.” his lips curved again, amusement tugging at the edges of his expression. “just wait—when she starts talking, i’ll make sure she knows every embarrassing thing about her auntie rosie. balance the scales a little.” his laugh carried that sibling-like mischief only she and lisa ever managed to drag out of him.

he reached over to grab a toy youngmi had been focused on before, eyes flicking from his daughter back to rosie as the quiet settled in. there was something softer in his gaze now, dimples fading but warmth still lingering. “it’s nice having you here,” he said, voice gentler. “been a while since we just… caught up.” he left it open, giving her space to share if she wanted, or to keep the moment easy.