#bts dad

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ BBYDADDY SERIES!⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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co-parents that fuck <3

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genres: fluff, crack, smut & angst

note: only my permanent taglist is applicable for this series

๋࣭ ⭑bbydaddy!jk ๋࣭ ⭑

exes au ; *nsfw* | ongoing

(1) // (2) // (3) // (4) // (5) // (6) // (7) // (8) // (9) // (10) // (11) // (12) // (13) // (14) // (15) // (16) // (17) // (18) // (19) // (20) end

continuation ;

(21) // (22) // (23) // (24) // (25) // (26) // (27) // (28) // (29) // (30)

+ jk’s birthday

+ facetime call

+ goodnight kisses

+ future

+ new parents

+ new parents (texts)

... TBA

๋࣭ ⭑bbydaddy!yoongi ๋࣭ ⭑

accidental pregnancy au ; *nsfw* | ongoing

(1) // (2) // (3) // (4) // (5) // (6) // (7) // (8) // (9) // (10) // (11) // (12) // (13) // (14) // (15) // (16) // (17) // (18) // (19) // (20) end

continuation ; roughly 1 year later

(21) // (22) // (23) // (24) // (25)

[stupidannoyingassbitch]

Namjoon Married x reader drabble (This is lowkey a draft lmao)

Summary: You go to dinner with the some of the older women in your husband's side of the family and learn that most of them stop becoming affectionate with their S/As. And you present that fear to your husband.

Tags: Fluff, Smut (only the end!)

A/N: I just wanted to post something because I promised to post like a month ago or something like that lmao. WARNING: THIS IS NOT GOOD BABES <3 just something to post. I got the idea from some manga I was watching a review on!! (idk the name lmao) If you see something that i could approve in let me know!! I'm trying to get better! <3

The sounds of clicking and clunking of forks on empty plates and shy giggles fill the air, accompanied by the soft music from the piano on the other side of the dining room.  The giggles fade into full on laughter in front of my face. I laugh also as I’m brought back to reality (this is so dramatic idk how to introduce a scene lol)

“No, I’m serious! He might give me a kiss on my birthday but he doesn’t really kiss me anymore.”  She laughed along with the other women. She being my husband’s older cousin. And the other women at the table are the women in my husband’s family. We have brunch as often as we can. 

“Oh you get used to it.”  She laughs

“Oh trust me! I am! My husband hasn’t touched me in years.” Another cousin spoke that’s around the same age. My eyes widened. Years? I thought. My husband and I can’t go more than a couple of days without touching each other. Months sound ridiculous to me, so, YEARS sounds miserable!! Well Apparently I said “Years” out loud and everyone nodded and exclaimed yes. 

“Look sweetly. Being together or married to someone for a long time makes you a lot less interested in affection after a couple of years.”  One of the older aunts explained to me.

“Exactly! Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last.” They laugh. 

They continue to lightly chuckle about the situation, I join in so they don’t see my genuine reaction to these statements but, this really bothered me. One day, Namjoon won’t be affectionate with me anymore? 

After dinner, I headed home. I’m putting in the code to enter my shared apartment with my Husband. 

“I’m home!” I annouce while I take my shoes off. 

“Hi babe!”  I hear my favorite person’s voice say from the living room. I walk over there after dropping my bag at the door. I get to the couch to meet eyes with my husband's literal Million dollar smile. His eyes do that thing when he darts his eyes off the tv to lock with mine. 

“Hi baby.” He greeted me once again. He puckers his lips for a greeting kiss. I go to accept it when I remember - Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last. I dramatically straddled his waist and attached my lips to his. I take in the warm fuzzy electric shock feeling I get when our lips touch. Because that shock might dim soon. 

He was obviously taken back but grabs onto my waist and starts to move his lips with mine. We make out for about 5 minutes before Namjoon breaks the kiss. We pant for a couple seconds. He laughs lightly.

“Wow. What was that for?” He smirked happily, q1ewq1but with confusion. 

“I just missed you so much.” I panted. He chuckled and pecked my lips. 

“You were only gone for 4 hours.” He tucked one of the hairs behind my ear. As I look into his eyes and see the warmth and complete utter love in his eyes. I smile sadly.

“Joon, will you love me forever?” I think out loud. The smile on his face faded and was quickly replaced with confusion and worry. He sits up a little.

“Where is this coming from?”  He asked

“Just. I-.” I avoid eye contact for a second before I look at him again.

“ During brunch, the ladies were talking saying that after some time, they all aren’t as affectionate  with their husbands anymore!” I exclaimed. 

“And then, One of your aunts said to me ‘Cherish every intimate thing your husband does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last’ and never want you to stop being affectionate with me. That sounds like a miserable life to live. I never want to go months let alone YEARS without any affection from you! That would break my heart!”I scramble out. 

“Joon, I love you so much. And I want to receive your love, affection, kisses, hugs, cuddles and hand holding for the rest of my life.” I breath out the last of my intrusive talking. He looks up at me with squinted eyes. 

“Y/N. As much as we are affectionate, you think that will just stop one day? Is that what you're saying?” He asked in a scolding tone.

“Well. Yeah I guess. It seems to be pretty common.” I mutter. Hearing him say it makes it sound kind of funny. 

“Babe. Nothing about our relationship is common. My love for you will only get stronger honestly. Never weaker.” He sat up a little more. 

“Y/n, I married you so others know my love for you will remain for the rest of my life. And I meant it when I said `til death do us part.” My eyes widened. I didn’t think my random over reaction for the day would lead to us having this deep of a conversation. In my head I thought he would chuckle and kiss me til I forgot about it. 

“J-joon.” I sadly say

“Y/n. I will love you forever.” He says so truly I feel a warm sensation through my whole body. Before I can respond he leaves a peck on my lips.

“And ever.” Another kiss. “And ever.” Another one. “And ever.” As he plants a thousand kisses all over my face. I laugh as I lay on the couch and stop fighting back to the kisses. 

“I didn’t actually think you would actually give me an answer like that.” I laugh. 

“Y/n it’s the truth!” He said while planting the last kiss.

I straddle his lap once again.

“ Well just so you know, I will love you forever and ever.” I say while peppering kisses on his thick lips.

“You know what else they said they haven’t done with their husbands in years?” I say while unbuttoning my top. He looks at my hands to try to see as much as he can as each button comes undone. 

“They said that they haven’t had sex in years.” I pout while I finally reach the last button and take off my top. Leaving me in my lace black bra.  Namjoon stuttered out a groan when my top came off. 

“I know baby, sounds like hell.” I koo at him. “I couldn’t imagine going a week without you, let alone years.” I whisper seductively into his ear. 

“You’ll never have to worry about that babe.” He sighed out. I can feel his rock hard Friend under my crotch. He stands straight up with no struggle, while gripping my thighs. I hesitate for a second before I wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ll be fucking you, forever.” He whispered while carrying me to our bedroom.

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[20moonchild21]

𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗹𝗱? [𝗸𝗻𝗷]

⇉ 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁

[pairing]

Kim Namjoon x female!reader, Idol!Namjoon x wife!reader

[warnings]

none, just fluff

[words]

1.3k

[author]

No new chapter of 𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 this week. I am so so sorry, but I really couldn’t find the time to write a new chapter. I want to do that properly and not under pressure. I hope you can understand.

My exams will be over next week, and then I definitely will be back with 𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 💪🏼😌 Until then, I hope you like to read this cute oneshot. I had it saved on my computer but never uploaded it.

I also got a lot of messages recently that people would love to leave a message more often (not just under my chapters) but are too scared to make mistakes. English is also not my native language, and I am a 100% sure that I also make a lot of mistakes while writing. But believe me, no one cares if you do a grammar mistakes or if miss a letter. It’s so important to always be brave and speak/write a foreign language, even if that means to make mistakes. That’s the only way to improve your skills. Your message will always be heard as long as you are brave enough and express yourself 💜 it’s no shame to do mistakes.

Enjoy reading and stay healthy

Mꨄ

You watched as your husband, Namjoon, carefully slide his big hand over your baby bump, lifting his hand from time to time to push his half round glasses up the bridge of his nose , and resting them back onto you tummy. In his other hand, he was holding one of his favourite books, flickering the pages, while you were just checking your phone for new baby clothes.

You had never believed your friends how crazy you could get over some small baby clothes until you had become pregnant the first time. It was just so breath-taking to hold those tiny, little pieces of clothing in you much bigger hand, knowing that soon there would be a tiny human wearing them. But as excited as you were for your third baby to arrive, you also knew that from that moment your life would become even more stressful.

Just like the end of that stressful week that finally had ended for the both of you. Being pregnant with your third child sometimes made it hard for your body to give it’s full energy all day long, leaving you often exhausted and powerless. Especially, when there also were two other small toddlers running around the house and making a mess out of it.

You loved your both daughters endlessly. From the first moment you had held their tiny bodies in your arms, you had been falling in love every day again. But despite all aspects you loved about you two children, you sometimes wished that they would not have their father’s energy and urge to move. They could run around the apartment for hours, they could play hide and seek round after round after round, and they definitely could never get tired of braiding your hair or painting your nails all day long.

You couldn’t even blame them. After all, they were you a couple of years old. They were just trying to learn about the world around them, not understanding that your body was occupied with growing another living being.

In such moments, you were just more than relieved that you had your wonderful husband Namjoon by your side. Even though with his sometimes hectical idol life, he had always managed and made sure to support your whenever he could. He would go shopping for you when your feet had felt swollen and heavy, he would play with your two daughters in the living room when you had felt tired and exhausted, or he would just do simple things like giving you a nice message with his big hands whenever your back had hurt.

Totally absorbed in the thoughts about your husband, you didn’t noticed that you had been staring at him from the side all the time.

“See something you like, pretty girl.” He asked in his deep voice, before turning his head to look at you. His right hand never left your baby bump.

“Yes, that lamp over there at the drawer looks pretty nice.” You mumbled, leaning your elbow on the armrest of the sofa and placing your head on your hand, looking lovely at the boy in front of you.

Namjoon turned his head to look at the lamp behind him, before he looked back at you and began to chuckle slightly. Seeing his beautiful dimples and cute cringles left you no other choice but joining in into his laughers.

Most people said that those small moments with each other would get lost once you are married and once you have children, but your relationship had never been affected by that. You had always found way to take time for just the two of you, even if it only had been a meal you both created together.

“By the way, I have to tell you something.” He suddenly closed his book and looked excitingly in your way. “Do you remember that set of plates we found a few weeks ago, but they were already sold out when we wanted to order them? I stumbled over them again this morning, and they were available again. I hope you still want them, because I ordered them as soon as I saw that advertisement.”

You gasped in surprise. When the two of you had found out that you would expect another child, you had decided to finally muck out all that old stuff that you had kept from years ago. The kitchen was your current task to finish. You had found that new set of plates a few weeks ago and immediately, you had fallen in love with it, as well as Namjoon.

“Are you for sure?” You smiled at him, lifting your hands to give your husband a strong high five. “That’s freaking amazing. You are the best, yeobo (honey).”

Namjoon laughed again when you used the softened form of your expletive that you would also you use in front of your daughters. He carefully put his hand back on your swollen bump, leaning over to give you a kiss on the forehead, before turning his attention back towards his book.

The room fell in a comfortable silence again, as you laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. It made you proud that your husband was so ambitious and caring about making yourselves a real home. Most people would believe that with his job, he would be more than occupied with himself rather than with your family but luckily, it was quite the opposite.

“Aein.” The sudden movement of your husband made you lift your head from his shoulder, watching as his closed his book, before he looked down at you with a somehow shocked expression. “Did we – did we just get excited about a set of – plates?”

Confused, you kept looking on your husband with wide eyes, trying to bring his words and actions together, until it finally hit you.

“Oh my god. Yes we did.” You whispered in shock, sitting up straight. “We just got excited about a set of plates. What did just happen.”

With your hand still placed on his chest, you both kept looking at each other. Namjoon and you had been together for more that 5 years now, but you had known each other for countless years before. You had been through high school together, and you had definitely been through some adventures and crazy times together.

Those teenager-times had gone by and the both of you had come together. You both had built up a strong relationship, even though you both had to manage your careers meanwhile. But that never meant that you had become boring in some way. Sneaking out at the dorms at night or wild make-out scenarios during his dance breaks had only been two examples of how you had developed together.

Even more year had went by and suddenly, you had become pregnant, bringing both, Namjoon and you, over the moon. That had been the moment you had finally grown up fully together, which was exactly the situation you found yourselves in right now, getting excited over a set of plates.

Meanwhile, Namjoon had broken away from his shock stare. He carefully took your hand away from his chest and brought it up towards his mouth, placing a big kiss on the soft skin.

“Oh my love.” He mumbled, lifting his gaze to meat yours. “I think we are getting old, hm?”

Even though such a realisation was hard to do, it somehow felt right to start that mew chapter in your lives together. Even though if that meant to be excited about a bunch of plates.

“It seems so.” You whispered back, leaning forward until your forehead were touching. “Next time we will get excited is about our new dentures.”

Namjoon chuckled slightly, before bending down to kiss your lips.

“As long as you are by my side when I get those dentures, I will always be excited about it.”

[hobitrasharmy]

⠀namjoon being bts’ dad

[getitinbusan]

TEN TOES

Yoongi pregnancy drabble. Mention of miscarriage

"Now we wait," you said nervously as you entered the bedroom from the ensuite. 

Laying on the bed, Yoongi patted the spot next to him. Pulling you down beside him he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.  "I know you want this more than anything, but we really haven't been trying that long." 

He meant well, trying to be encouraging, but the last 7 months of negatives had broken your heart. You didn't discuss it, but you knew it was weighing heavy on both of your minds, the miscarriage. 

Soon after you'd started dating you had  gotten pregnant, it was a scary prospect to say the least. You hadn't been together very long, the group was just taking off and you were both so young. Focused on getting his career started, kids hadn't even crossed his mind. By the time you'd both made the decision to make it work, it was gone.

Saddened by the loss, it had made you stronger as a couple and both of you knew you were in it for keeps. 

 The timer went off and you looked at each other, not sure if you were ready to face the answer waiting beyond the door. "Hey, can we just lay here a bit, it's still going to say the same thing in five more minutes." Yoongi sniffled and you knew he was trying to hold it together just as much as you were.  

"I love you," you squeezed his hand tighter, "no matter what the stick says." 

Turning to face him you could see the expectation of sadness in his eyes. Pulling out his best imitation of a smile he kissed you on the lips, "I love you too."

Holding hands you walked to the edge of the sink where the hard plastic stick that held your future was waiting.

"It's two lines!"

 _______________________________

Trying to be cautiously optimistic you held off on announcing the news. 

"Yoongi, I don't think we can keep our secret much longer," you stood sideways looking in the mirror. "There's only so much an empire waist dress can hide."

Crossing the room he wrapped his arms around your middle, "You're glowing." He placed a delicate kiss on your exposed collar bone, "So sexy." 

Standing to the side with the other wives and girlfriends you waited patiently for the boys to finish walking the awards carpet. Yoongi beamed proudly before turning to catch Jimin staring at you, "Ya, why are you looking at Y/N like that?" 

Jimin blushed fiercely, "Sorry, her boobs look amazing in that dress." 

They all laughed as Yoongi's temper rose, "that's because she's pregnant," he snapped before realizing what he'd done. "So... keep your eyes off my wifes tits."

Overhearing the ruckus you could only shrug at your husband, "I guess that's one way to tell everyone"

[mimithings97]

4:30am

When your baby decides to come early and Jungkook goes into panic mode.

Word count: 1k

Pure fluff

A/N: I hate kids, but I love Jungkook, so Jungkook with kids is doing bits to me and I ended up writing about it in all of 10 minutes. Enjoy x

You boyfriend wasn’t a panicker, in fact, he prided himself on taking everything in his stride - the man loves a challenge, so throw something his way and he seems to think he’s god on legs when he gets it right. You’ll tell him ‘well done babe’ because there’s nothing like Jungkook on a deflated ego. 

Your boyfriend also loves everything to be orderly, though. The apartment, tidy. Clothes, folded. Bed, made. He’s organised and you don’t mind that. Well, you didn’t mind until the baby you’ve been housing for 8 months decides to knock on your door a few weeks too early, and the boyfriend, well he’s panicking. 

“Babe! The fuck is the hospital bag we bought!” He’s got his nervous voice on from the way the pitch turns up at the end - you almost want to laugh at him.

“Top dr-”

“And WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY LUCKY BOXERS!”

“Oh jesus,” you’re very much beginning to realise that no matter the preparation of already having one baby, Jungkook is still gonna be a headless chicken that you have to pet and calm down, not the other way around. 

And on the note of your other child,

“Kook please stop swearing with Haehae in the next room, and give that to me, jesus,” he’s sweating so you take the pile of clothes from his hands and begin stuffing them into the bag. He only hyperventilates further. 

“You’re not gonna fold those?” and he’s met with the devils because your stomach draws taught again and Jungkook’s compulsive urge to be neat is wearing you thin. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m shit scared, and excited, and are you okay?”

Your brow must’ve furrowed from the pain as he stops shaking in a greater emotion of worry for you, clearly it only just dawning on him now that childbirth is no walk in the park. Strong hands immediately get to your back so skin meets skin and he can rub soothing circles on where the pressure hits deep. 

“I’m sorry baby, hurts?”

“Mmm,” you’re just remembering to breathe through it. 

“Fuck, shit, it’s happening. Wow,” his other hand now coming up to meet your stomach and it helps the pain melt away. 

“You’re still swearing you fucking mongrel.”

“Oi!”

The subsiding pain allows you to let out a laugh, small but it grows into your eyes and he reciprocates the look, teeth on show just like how you love.

“Knew having another baby with you would be a stupid idea.” 

“Meh, we were never cut out for kids anyway.”

He bends and plants a kiss to your stomach, then comes up to your lips so you can take in the taste of him, a little salty from the sweat on his upper lip but the way he smiles into your mouth makes up for it. 

“Go get your son, you know how long it takes him to wake up and this baby is starting to hurt me.” One more peck. 

“M’kay.” 

When you finally make it to the door, bags somewhat packed, contractions marginally closer together and ready to make your way on doctors orders, Jungkook emerges with son in hand, bundled in a onesie that has you keening and immediately questioning how fast you can pop out this baby just so you can make another. 

“Take him so I can get my shoes on?” The bundle gets loaded into your arms and you’re grateful because the smell of fresh linen and soft hair sends the nerves away and soothes the soul. The two-year-old hasn’t even woken from the commotion, just with mouth wide open as he ejects the soft breaths that pair with deep sleep - like father like son.

“He’s not gonna be our baby anymore, Kook.” 

Your boyfriend stops the rushing of getting on his shoes to peer up into your soft eyes that trail over your son’s, replicas of Jungkook’s and you’re okay with that. 

He kisses your forehead once, then the boy you cradle, then you’re lips.

“Of course he is,” he pats your belly, “he’s just got competition now.” 

For fuck sake, he never could take anything seriously. But it’s good. It’s nice. And it has you laughing so the pain is a little less and the love is a little more. 

You two were never cut out for parenthood, but Kook likes a challenge and you like him, so maybe if you let him knock you up a few more times then you might just get to see a few more bunny smiles a day.

Yeah. That sounds nice.

[bts-reveries]

one night light

You ring the doorbell once, maybe twice before Hoseok came up to open the door.

“Oh.. Yn.” Was the first thing he said when he saw you.

“Hey..” You say slowly. He’s been MIA this entire day. You started to worry and he wasn’t answering any texts or calls.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else,” he says, scratching the back of his head.

“Daddy!” Yelled Huimang, rushing inside to jump into her dad’s arms. He smiles slightly, picking her up and holding her close.

“Were you expecting someone else?” You say as you walk in when he walks over to the couch to set Huimang down.

“No. I’m just wondering why you didn’t use your keys.”

“Daddy, can I watch in my room?” Huimang asks, taking off her backpack and holding it to her chest. After Hoseok found out about Huimang, and after they got closer, he changed one of his many guest rooms into her own room. 

“Yeah, sweetie, go ahead,” Hoseok says, Huimang leaps up from the couch instantly, running towards her room. 

Once Huimang was inside her room, doors closed, and you hear the sound of the television on, you started talking. 

“Is everything okay Hobi?” He looks up at you, he was sitting on the couch and you were standing a few feet in front of him. He shrugs.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” He answered.

“Well do you want to talk about it?” He shook his head no. “Honey, how are you supposed to feel better if you don’t want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know Yn, I just don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why don’t you?” You calmly answer, you can feel Hoseok was starting to feel tense. 

“Because it pisses me off.”

“What does?”

“Our relationship!” He yelled. You didn’t expect him to yell, nor did you expect him to say your relationship was the problem. You were hoping that Huimang wasn’t able to hear any of this, if Hobi does continue yelling.

“What? Wait, Hobi why?” You asked, clearly confused. Your relationship had just started and what you had was more than perfect. What suddenly changed?

“You should know why, you’re the one doing it,” he answers, anger in his tone.

“Doing what?!” You yell, exasperated. So.. it’s you now? What are you doing that you don’t know of?

“People talk Yn. You’re using me.”

“U-using you? Who would say that?” You didn’t know who would possibly have said that. The boys would never, and the girls wouldn’t either. What makes him think you’re using him?

“Using me, playing me, I’m tired of that Yn. I’ve been through that once, I don’t need to go through that again.” Now pain was written on his face.

“Using you for what Hoseok. Why would I do that? What makes you think I would do anything like that--”

“I have money Yn.” You scoffed at this. Was this really the reason? “I have money that people, people like you go after me for.” Your jaw drops slightly. “They play me, saying they love me, making up scenarios that I should believe. And yeah. My dumb self does believe them. And you know what happens when I believe them? I’m the one who gets hurt. And you know what happens to the other person? They get what they want. So are you happy Yn? That you got what you want?”

“Hobi what the hell are you talking about.”

“You knew me in college? We had sex that I have no recollection of? And you come out of nowhere 6 years later saying we have a kid together? What the hell is that, that doesn’t happen in real life Yn.”

“Who’s telling you all of this..” You say below your breath. “Who’s making you think I- that I don’t love you?” 

“You know at this point, I don’t even know if Hope is actually mines or if you made it all up.” Your eyebrows raised so fast at his comment. You stared at him blankly for a few seconds and he looked at you back waiting for you to answer. “Now you’re quiet because I caught you huh?”

“Are you really doubting our child right now, Hoseok.”

“Is she? Is she really mines? Because right now, I don’t know if she really is Yn!”

“Keep your voice down! She’s going to hear you.” You yell back.

“So it’s true.” He said quieter. “I’m going to bed.” He walks past you and you grab his wrist, keeping him from going.

“It’s only 7:30pm.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Then I’ll go to bed with you.”

“No, you can sleep in the guest room. There’s plenty for you to choose from.” Your jaw drops.

“Hobi, are you serious?” He shakes your hand off of his wrist.

“Yes, now can I go?”

“You really don’t believe me..”

“Why would I? You didn’t even answer my question when I asked. Which answered it anyways.”

“Hobi, she’s yours.”

“It’s too late for you to lie now,” he says, rolling his eyes at you, continuing to walk away.

“Fine. You know what Hoseok?” You say, your back turned towards him. “If that’s what you want, then fine. I’m leaving.” You turn around and see him frozen in the hallway. You make your way towards him, passing him slightly and going into Huimang’s room.

“What are you doing?” He says when you storm into your daughter’s room.

“Hey Hope, sweetie, daddy has stuff to do so we gotta head home. We can watch together when we get home okay?” You tell Huimang softly. Your sweet daughter follows what you say, turning the tv off and picking up her backpack from the floor. 

“Yn--”

“This is what you wanted Hoseok, I’m just doing it to make you happy okay?”

“You can’t just take Hope away from me like that,” he whispers to you.

“Oh? I can’t? Well she’s not your daughter anymore, right? Isn’t that what you were telling me?” Hoseok scoffs, a smile trying to hide his current emotions. “We’ll be at home when your ready, but for now, we’ll leave you alone.” You say, walking out of the room. Huimang watched you as you walked out. She looks up at Hoseok and smiled.

“Goodnight daddy.”

✩✩✩✩

one night light

✩part twenty-five: goodnight✩

→ pairings: choreographer!hoseok x singlemom!reader

→ a/n: okay i like this better than the first two, it’s not much, it’s not the best angst ever, but we gotta move on yk

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[nocturnal-jeon]

𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ➛ 𝚍𝚊𝚍!𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔

i loved writing this as a jungkook bias ugh i love my little awkward bean

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Jungkook sat across from you in the living room, sitting up awkwardly straight as his large hands rested on his knees, not knowing what to really do with them. Across him, sitting on the couch, was you, fresh out of the hospital with the love of your life nestled comfortably in your arms. 

Junghyun had his small eyes closed, the comfort of his mother’s arms and scent lulling him to sleep. 

You and Jungkook had been home for thirty minutes. And for those thirty minutes, while you interacted with your son, humming to him and stroking his head, Jungkook watched with wide eyes. 

He felt as though an alien was making a home in the arms of his fiancé. The people at the hospital told them how to get home safely with the new baby, but what they don’t tell you is what to do once you get home. Junghyun was far too young to be playing video games. He was too fragile to dance with. 

Jungkook didn’t know what the hell to do. 

You looked up from your son, a look of pure bewilderment on your face. “Jungkook,” you said softly, wary of waking up Junghyun. Jungkook’s eyebrows raised at the sound of your voice, looking over at you. “Yeah?” he whispered.

“Can you hold him? I really want to shower. I feel disgusting,” you explained. If it was even possible, Jungkook’s eyes widened. You chuckled, getting off of the couch and making your way over to your extremely anxious fiancée. Jungkook positioned his arms in the correct manner as you placed your baby in the arms of your even larger baby. 

Leaning farther down, your lips grazed over his ear. 

“He’s your son. No need to be nervous,” you whispered, before placing a kiss right beside his ear. You gave a parting smile before making your way down the hall. Jungkook swallowed hard as he looked down at his son. 

He didn’t really know what to do, but as Junghyun’s eyes began to slowly open, Jungkook for some reason felt at ease. He didn’t seem to be judging him, so Jungkook figured he was doing okay. 

“Well, if you’re going to stay here,” Jungkook started as he stood up, holding his son carefully. “You should at least know where everything is.” Starting in the kitchen, Jungkook explained everything to him. “Here’s where mommy cooks a lot of the meals. It’s nice and bright in here, right?” Jungkook asked as he looked down at his son, who was surely looking around, but didn’t really follow what his dad was saying.

“And this is the living room, where-” 

Jungkook stopped talking immediately when Junghyun began to cry. It was high pitched and kind of annoying, but all Jungkook could do was feel bad because he thought his tour guide skills were so horrible that it made his son cry. 

In a panic, he speed walked to the bedroom, opening the adjoining bathroom door. 

“Jungkook, what the-”

“He’s crying and I don’t know what to do. Did I make him cry? His something wrong?” Jungkook asked hurriedly, looking over at your naked figure in the shower, walls made of clear glass surrounding you. 

You figured that he was just hungry or he needed his diaper changed, so you really didn’t make that big of a deal out of it. 

Sighing, you wiped the water off of your face. 

“Give me a second. Just go into the bedroom,” you said, trying to wash the soap off of your body as quickly as possible. Just as quickly as he entered the bathroom, Jungkook left, a wailing Junghyun in his arms. 

You stepped out of the shower and put your robe on, ringing out your hair onto the bath mat so that it wouldn’t drip around the house as much. 

Opening the bathroom door, you found Jungkook pacing the room while your son screamed at the top of his lungs. At the sound of the door opening, Jungkook’s wide eyes shot up as his legs stopped moving. 

“Here, give him to me,” you said in a soft voice, walking over to him. You carefully took your son from Jungkook and sat at the bottom of the bed. Holding him up, you sniffed around his lower half to smell if he had pooped, and when you smelt nothing but the infamous baby smell, you realized he was just hungry. 

You held him in one arm as you took one breast out of your robe, aligning the nipple with Junghyun’s mouth. 

And as he ate, you slowly looked up to see Jungkook watching you. You couldn’t figure out why his face looked like that, but you didn’t like it.

“You don’t have to look at me like that,” you mumbled, feeling insecure, as you looked back down awkwardly at your son. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, coming to sit next to you. 

He knew that he hurt your feelings, and though he didn’t know why, he figured that maybe changing the subject would be best. 

“I gave him a house tour,” Jungkook suddenly spoke, a grin on his lips. You looked up, amused. “Really?” He nodded. 

“I showed him the kitchen and all the food,” he said. And even though you knew a tour did nothing since Junghyun wouldn’t remember it, you could see how happy it made Jungkook knowing that he did something the baby might have liked, so you tolerated it. 

“That’s a good thing to do. He knows where everything is now,” you said in a light tone, a sweet smile on your lips. Jungkook felt proud of himself, a cute boyish smile forming on his lips. 

“Well, I only got to the living room before he started crying,” Jungkook explained. You nodded. “Well, you can show him the rest of the house after he’s done,” you said. 

And after Junghyun finished eating, you smiled as you watched Jungkook leave the room with him, excitement all over his face as he pointed out the various pieces of art on the walls. 

You allowed Jungkook to spend a few hours with his son, just showing him all of his games and all of his various equipment, but when Junghyun began to get tired, you told Jungkook that he could put him to bed. Anxiously, Jungkook placed his infant son in his crib, watching him with careful eyes. 

“And he just sleeps like this?” he asked, turning to look at you. You nodded. “He’ll sleep for a few hours, but no doubt will he wake up in a few hours,” you pointed out. He nodded slowly, understanding. Leaning over the bars of the crib, you kissed his small forehead. Jungkook reached in and rubbed his stomach. 

You lingered in the doorway as Jungkook gazed down at his son with eyes filled with a whole different kind of love than the way that he looked at you with. 

Eventually, Jungkook followed you out of the nursery and into the bed. You crawled into bed, and after Jungkook changed, he followed suit. 

“Jungkook?” you asked, turning to look at him as he turned off his lamp. A deep hum emitted from his throat. 

“Why are you so nervous around Junghyun?” you asked, curious. Jungkook turned to look at you. “I just...I don’t want to hurt him. He’s so tiny that I feel like if I move the wrong way it’ll hurt him,” he explained in a low voice. You nodded understandingly. “Well, he is a baby and he is fragile, but there’s nothing he loves more than being in the arms of his dad,” you said softly, reaching out to stroke the side of Jungkook’s face. 

“Plus, what if he doesn’t like me?” 

You sat up, gently straddling Jungkook’s lap as you held his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. 

“He loves you, Kook. As parents, we all make mistakes. I’ll make mistakes and you’ll make mistakes, too, that’s just a fact. But we learn as we go. And no matter what, Junghyun will always love you,” you explained, looking at him with soft eyes. 

He nodded, closing his eyes as he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, as it had been a while since the two of you had been alone. But just as Jungkook’s tongue swiped across your bottom lip, the screams and cries of Junghyun rang through the baby monitor, causing you and Jungkook to quickly pull away. 

Jungkook pouted cutely. 

“Welcome to parenthood, darling,” you joked, getting off of him. Just as you stood up to go care for your son, Jungkook gently grabbed your arm, pulling you back down on the bed. “I’ll go get him,” he said confidently with a smile. You willingly got back into bed, pleasantly shocked with how confident he was. 

You turned over to watch the baby cam and smirked when you saw Jungkook approach the crib, not an anxious bone in his body. He picked up the crying infant, gently rocking him as he walked around the room. Though it was quiet, the soft and melodic voice of your fiancée played through the speakers of the device. 

And surely, within a few minutes, Junghyun was back asleep. 

Jungkook continued singing to him momentarily for good measure before placing him back into his crib and coming back to the bedroom. 

“And that’s how it’s done,” Jungkook cockily said as he widened his arms, a smirk on his lips. You playfully rolled your eyes. “Don’t get a big head,” you warned, causing Jungkook to chuckle and get back into bed with you.