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Star Light, Star Bright

; Single Dad!Jimin x Tattoo Artist!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut, a tiny bit of angst

; Word Count: 17.5k

; Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, light biting

; Synopsis: Life has not gone exactly how Park Jimin imagined, and yet he can’t possibly imagine his life any different to what it is now. After six hard and stressful years, he’s now the happy owner of a degree along with being the proud dad of his little girl. But what happens when he meets you and his life is tipped upside down once more?

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In Park Jimin’s 24 years of existence, he’d already had three life altering moments. The first, had been the day when his high school girlfriend had told him she was pregnant when they were only 17. He remembers the ice that had flooded his veins as the words fell from her lips along with the fear of his parents retribution.

The second, had been the day his daughter had been born and he’d held her in his arms for the first time. He remembers the sheer, overwhelming love he’d felt upon the sight of his tiny baby as she’d squirmed slightly with her face scrunched up and how he’d sworn to himself then and there that he’d do anything for her.

The third had been when he was eighteen, and the day his high school girlfriend had informed him that she was leaving them both because she didn’t want her life to stop for a baby. He’d felt numb with shock before confusion and anger had moved in like a creeping fog.

It had only been when he’d been cradling Eun-Byeol at 2am in the morning that he’d realised what he’d have to give up. He’d been applying to the local colleges for when he graduated high school, intending to stay at home to help with the baby.

His shock had been so great that he hadn’t even told his parents about Sunmi leaving him, and he’d collapsed into a fit of panic at the sudden enormity of what was ahead of him. A road that was filled with trouble and pain, covered in a smog of the unknown that he couldn’t see through.

It had been thanks to the calm and rational presence of his parents that he’d come to his senses, finally breaking down in his mother’s arms. He’d been surprisingly upbeat and cheerful about the whole pregnancy thing, and Eun-byeol was easily the light of his life. But he hadn’t realised that he’d built a pretty facade made of colourful sticks and ribbons, and that it took just the slightest movement of the earth to bring it all crashing down.

A talk with them had resulted in him applying for part time degrees instead of the full time like all his fellow high-schoolers. While his parents were willing to help him to a degree, they were not willing to let Jimin drop college out of his plans altogether, but neither did they have the time or money to support both their son and their granddaughter.

So he’d had to take up a job at his local supermarket, stacking shelves during his free time in order to bring in enough money to cover his college expenses and Eun-byeol’s needs. He would attend his classes dilligently, arranging his work around them while taking online classes when possible.

There had been many nights when he’d sat on his bed with a cranky child nestled in his arms as he tried to soothe her to sleep while also writing out papers or making study notes. He’d expected his social life to vanish when it had all begun, and yet his friends had proven him wrong time and time again.

Jimin’s best friend, Taehyung, had eschewed college in favour of apprenticing at a tattoo parlour where he’d met Jungkook. The high school dropout had a sweet demeanour and didn’t mind it when Jimin came to catch up with Tae, letting Eun-byeol play and colour in his tattoos with some non-permanent markers.

At college, he’d met Namjoon when he’d been required to take extra tutoring and the older boy had stepped up to teach Jimin. It had been a little bit of a stress to find someone who had been willing, as Jimin had been honest about not being able to stay at college to get the tutoring.

Instead, Namjoon had had to tutor him in Jimin’s living room while he became an impromtu babysitter. Eun-byeol had become particularly enamoured with him, poking the deep dimples in his cheeks whenever she got chance once she was old enough.

Hoseok had become a friend when Jimin’s parents had encouraged him to sign up to some dance classes at college. He’d been an incredibly gifted dancer in high school, with dreams of taking it on as a career. That had stalled once Eun-byeol arrived, but they wanted their son to have at least one physical outlet for the stress he experienced.

And so every Tuesday evening, Jimin made sure that he had neither any college classes nor shifts for two hours and he danced. He danced like his life hadn’t become derailed and sometimes, he would even pretend that he was living his dream life.

It was always broken however, whenever he’d turn around and see Hoseok sat with Eun-byeol in his lap as she would giggle and play with his fingers. Once she realised that daddy was looking at her, a squeal of excitement would be released and she would toddle her way over on unsteady legs.

The sight of his baby girl so excited for him always made his heart burst with warmth and fill with a sheer well of love that he wasn’t sure he’d ever reach the bottom of. And any thoughts or fantasies about an alternative life would vanish as he’d kneel down and wrap his arms around her tiny, fragile body and be embraced in turn.

His life had taken a turn, and it had become harder than he’d expected, yet he would never give Eun-byeol up. Jimin was oddly content with what he had. Parents who were supportive, friends who didn’t abandon him once they realised he came with a tiny little girl in tow, a slowly progressing college degree and most importantly, a little girl who looked at him like he’d put all the stars in the night sky for her personally.

No, he couldn’t be too angry with fate.

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Watching intently as Eun-byeol climbs carefully off the bus, Jimin follows before crouching down to adjust her white cardigan. His little six-year-old girl had decided that she was going to dress herself lately, leading to the odd combination of lime green leggings, a blue skirt, yellow shirt and a white cardigan.

He’d had to bite his lip so hard to make sure he didn’t laugh out loud at her choices and instead had given her encouraging comments. If there was one thing Jimin didn’t want to do, it was destroy her confidence so young.

Therefore, she could wear whatever she wanted as long as she was actually wearing her clothes. And honestly, it didn’t look the worst and she was happy, therefore he was happy.

Running his fingers through her fringe affectionately, he gives her a big smile which she immediately responds with. His friends always found it adorable that she’d gained his smile, her eyes creasing to the point she almost couldn’t see like him and it always made his heart thud lovingly.

“Let’s go. Remember to be polite Eun-byeol, Uncle Taehyung and Uncle Jungkook are still working and it could be dangerous okay?” He warns her sternly, taking her hand as they begin to walk down the sidewalk. She lets out a murmur of acknowledgement, wide eyes looking into each storefront they passed.

It’d made him a little sad when he’d been in college, knowing that he couldn’t buy her all the toys that she wanted so badly and instead relying on his parents. Jimin had had to carefully budget out his money, putting aside savings for her college fund while buying his own necessary books and so forth.

But that could change now. He could, hopefully, finally give her the life that he believed she deserved.

The sight of the colourful sign that advertised the tattoo studio that his best friend worked at was soon visible and Eun-byeol immediately recognised it too, bouncing with each step. Jimin let out a chuckle at her vibrating excitement and let go of her hand, watching as she sprinted the short distance to the door.

She was a good girl though, and didn’t enter until he’d caught up with her. Pushing open the door, the low sound of rock music playing through the hidden speakers filled the air while the buzzing of tattoo guns fills the remaining empty space.

The loud laugh of Jungkook reverberates through one of the sectioned off rooms, separated by walls with a curtain on each as a door. Jimin knew that each tattoo artist designed their curtains to suit their personality, and each room was decorated however that artist wanted.

Still, Eun-byeol is gone and before Jimin can even say anything, she’s darting through Jungkook’s curtain. He cringes, hoping that Jungkook isn’t with a client but lets out a relieved sigh when he hears the usual cheer from his daughter.

She’s half in love with Jungkook or something and Jimin is beyond thankful that everyone at this studio is as chill as him. Taehyung had come here when he was 18 and had graduated to being a full time tattoo artist three years ago, deciding that college was not for him.

Jungkook was two years younger than Jimin and Taehyung, yet he’d already started his apprenticeship when Tae had joined. He hadn’t been allowed to actually tattoo anyone until he was 18, but he’d proven to be a popular artist who also ran a side job of photography alongside Tae.

Sometimes Jimin felt a little jealous of the two for having their lives sorted out so young, whereas Jimin was still scrambling to get an idea of what to to do with himself. He’d had to give up his dreams of being a dancer and had instead take a degree with a major in sports therapy and a minor in nutrition.

Still, he was proud of his best friend for wanting something and going for it, even when his parents had disapproved. And now, he was going to reap the benefits of his friendship with the two.

Hearing the sound of Eun-byeol laughing, Taehyung soon appeared in the hallway with an excited smile. The younger man had been upset for Jimin when he’d found out about his ex’s pregnancy, but ecstatic when Eun-byeol was born. He really loved kids, and absolutely doted on Jimin’s daughter.

Catching sight of Jimin though, the red headed man broke out into his familiar boxy grin as he let out a loud yell and walked over, arms outstretched for a hug. Laughing, Jimin hugged him back tightly as Taehyung squeezed him to the point he almost couldn’t breath.

“Jiminie!!! Our college grad has finally come to grace us with a visit!” He teases, pulling back and chuckling as Jimin’s cheeks flush pink. “I’m kidding. Congrats man, seriously. I know you worked hard for that. Have you got any interviews or anything? Why are you here?”

“Well...you said that once I graduated that I should get a tattoo to commemorate it. So...here I am. I’m scheduled and everything.” Jimin points at the computer that sits at the empty reception desk, causing Taehyung’s eyes to grow almost comically wide.

“Oh shit! I didn’t even look. You’re not on my schedule I don’t think?” He heads over and sits at the desk, shifting the mouse and leaning forward while squinting. Jimin leans on the barrier that gives the desk some privacy and smiles fondly as he watches his best friend.

He’s known Taehyung since they were 5, when they’d met during playtime and Taehyung had been knocked over by a bully. Jimin had spent five minutes consoling the crying boy before becoming fast friends once they’d started playing and had never looked back.

Taehyung was the whimsical to Jimin’s groundedness, the dreams to his reality and he wasn’t really sure what he would have done without him. Over the last few years, Taehyung’s tan skin had slowly become more and more colourful with bright and vivid tattoos scrolling their way up his arms.

He was now at the point where he had two full sleeves and a series of tattoos on his chest, the tips just visible at the edge of his shirt. Two lip rings also sat on either side of his mouth, which he chewed when he was feeling emotional and a whole multitude of rings adorned his ears.

Jimin idly wondered sometimes whether it was necessary to be absolutely covered in tattoos to be a tattoo artist, but he guessed it probably came with the territory. It fascinated Eun-byeol anyway, causing him great amusement when she tried to tattoo Jimin with her non-permanent markers.

A few taps of the keyboard and Taehyung is humming, resting his chin on a hand adorned with rings before he glances up at Jimin. “You’re not on my schedule, or Jungkook’s. You’re actually on Y/N’s. She’s pretty new but good, I swear. I wouldn’t let me bestie get tattooed by anyone else!”

“Oh, okay. I want that design that you did for me ages ago...if you still have it?” Jimin drags his fingers through his dark hair, a habit he’d picked up in high school and had never gotten rid of. He watches quietly as Taehyung’s eyes widen before he’s soon following behind his tall, broad shouldered friend to his work area.

Tae’s curtain is some abstract art that he’d spray painted one evening while over at Jimin’s, the fumes possibly getting both of them accidentally high. It was pretty, even if Jimin had no idea what was going on in it. But then again, he wasn’t an artist.

Inside Taehyung work area is the station he works at, full of ink and the tattooing gun that was currently silent, along with the black leather chair that many people had sat in while having their skin inked. It smelt like vanilla inside, and Jimin knew it was because of the air freshener that Taehyung used.

Might not seem very rock n roll, but Tae liked the scent and thought it was clean and calming. He never had any complaints from customers, so it probably worked. Otherwise, the walls were covered in replica paintings from some of Taehyung’s favourite artists while the shelves were filled with pop culture toys and figurines.

Leaning against the doorway, Jimin watched quietly as Taehyung rifled through his multiple binders, throwing them onto the floor while he sat cross legged and flicked through them. “I put it in one of these. Which is helpful, I know.” He looks up with a sardonic expression, causing Jimin to laugh.

Sitting down next to his best friend, Jimin grabs one of the binders and begins to browse through them. These were Taehyung’s holy bible’s of tattooing, where all his sketches and drawings went. Sometimes people weren’t feeling very inspired by the drawings on the walls outside, and so instead he would let them look through these.

The two look through them together, binder after binder ending up stacked one on top of the other while they make casual comments to each other not only about the drawings but also life. It was nice, Jimin thought to himself, hanging out with Tae like this and feeling like they were 18 again and just talking crap.

His thoughts are broken though by the high pitched bubble of laughter from further down, the sound soft, light and full of a happiness that made his heart clench tightly in a swelling of love and affection. Taehyung watched him quietly with a smile, pushing his ridiculous looking glasses up his nose.

“You know, I love kids and I’m fully aware that I’m not ready for them yet. But watching the way you react to her makes me want one now.” He muses, making a soft noise of triumph as he finds the sheet with the drawing he’d made for Jimin long ago.

Jimin takes the drawing for him and looks down at it slightly reverently, running his fingertips along the outline. “What do you mean?” He asks absentmindedly, already looking out the door.

“You get this smile on your face, I can’t describe it properly. It’s just like...happiness and pride and love all mixed together when you look at her or hear her. I don’t think I can really explain it as I’ve not experienced it.” Taehyung says as he stands up, leading Jimin back out.

The two of them stand at the entrance to Jungkook’s work area, his own curtain an ode to the mighty Avengers while his space was just dominated by pop culture. Eun-byeol is sat next to Jungkook on a stool, as still as a statue watching Jungkook carefully while his hands move the tattooing gun over his client.

You’re already exceptionally tattooed with your arms covered in colourful Disney designs that merge into one another and dance through scenes he recognises. A white vest top lets him see the watercolour style tattoos that grace your chest, and he finds it almost fascinating to consider tattoos graceful.

He’s used to the bluntness of Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s, vibrant and colourful to the degree that it was almost in your face. Yours, however, are almost tasteful and pretty.

Frowning slightly as Eun-byeol leans even closer, accidentally knocking Jungkook’s free arm, Jimin walks in and rests a hand on his daughter’s head. “Eun-byeol, remember what I said! Be careful!”

Jungkook looks up at Jimin’s words, surprise written all over his face at the interruption before he glances down to the little girl by his side with a bunny smile. “Oh, it’s fine. She’s not doing any harm, I didn’t even notice her in honesty.”

Jimin flushes slightly as he looks at you, bowing his head. “I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable with my daughter here. I can take her out?” He offers with an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

You look from him to Eun-byeol with a quirked brow before a smile takes over. “Oh wow, yeah I can see it now. You’re right Jungkook, they do look so similar.” Jungkook grins at that, nodding his head while he wipes away the excess ink before sitting back and tugging off his black gloves.

“Told you. Spitting image, just in little girl form. It’s almost weird right?” He laughs, running a hand through his hair and completely messing up the dark strands. Jimin looks between the two of you with a frown, wondering why you both seem overly familiar with each other.

You couldn’t be dating, unless Taehyung had suddenly become acceptable to polyamory.

Upon seeing Jimin’s confused expression, Taehyung lets out a giggle as he crouches in front of Eun-byeol and makes funny faces at her. “This is your tattoo artist for today. She started the other month if you remember me telling you?”

Almost immediately Jimin’s mouth turns into a little ‘o’ and the reasoning behind the closeness of Jungkook and you becomes apparent. His cheeks burn red with embarrassment, causing him to cough and look around awkwardly.

“Sorry. I forgot and just...yeah.” He looks down at Eun-byeol as she stands next to you, running her little fingers over your colourful tattoos with an awed gasp. Looking up at him, he groans internally as he sees those pretty eyes turn big and puppy like.

“Daddy, can I get a tattoo?” She asks, lips pouting adorably and body shifting into a slightly begging position. Looking up at the ceiling, he lets out a deep exhale as he tries hard to ignore the expression his daughter is giving him.

She’d worked out when she was only three years old what expressions worked on Jimin to make him give her whatever she wanted. It was hard, and he’d had to gain an iron like will to say no to her.

As much as he liked to spoil her, he had to draw lines somewhere. And letting your six year old daughter get tattooed was a firm line.

“Eun-byeol. You’re six sweetie, way too young. Ask me again in twelve years and I might give you a different answer.” Who was he kidding? In twelve years time, he’d probably have to fight Jungkook and Taehyung away when they want the honour of giving her her first tattoo.

She gives him the most adorable pout that has him internally ‘awwing’ at her, but externally all he does is grin. Eun-byeol is at the age where she doesn’t like her daddy doing stuff like that, getting all embarrassed and ignoring him in public.

He didn’t like her ignoring him though, even if it was just a fit of childish emotions. While part of him remained amused, another part worried for the future years when she’d likely turn on him in her teenage angst.

Still, he crouched down next to her and gently pulled her hand away from your arm with a soft smile to you. “How about you ask Uncle Jungkook if he can make pretty pictures for you to colour in?”

She gasps immediately, beautiful brown eyes going wide and his heart swells at the sight of her excitement. Turning those big eyes on Jungkook, Jimin watches as the young man practically melts at the sight of those puppy eyes being focused on him like laser beams.

He doesn’t even resist, grabbing his sketch pad and pulling out a black Sharpie pen from the pot of markers he keeps on the little desk near him. “Come on then princess. Let’s make a comic, yeah? What do you think the plot should be? A princess getting saved from a dragon...or a princess saving the prince from a dragon?”

Jimin laughs softly as he stands back up, looking back at Tae who watches his partner with a fond smile. You stand up from the chair and place a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, whispering your thanks into his ear before heading out of his work area.

Turning to him, you gesture for Jimin to follow you as you head over to the work area alongside Taehyung’s. The curtain here has been painted with gothic styled Disney princesses, which Jimin is glad that Eun-byeol didn’t see as she’d have wanted to take it home and put it on her bedroom wall.

She was firmly in a Disney phase, and he’d had to enlist the help of both his tattoo artist friends to create a mural of Disney characters on one wall while painting the other three walls solid colours of pink, yellow and white.

It was cute looking, and he had no doubt that she’d probably love it for the next year or two until she decided she liked something else. Jimin was just personally glad that she’d gotten over her Peppa Pig phase.

He actually liked Disney films, unlike the talking pig programme.

Inside the area, he found himself in slight awe at just how damn pretty and aesthetic everything was. Fairy lights were strung up around the small space while a cute Totoro inspired lamp sat on your desk. Pokemon plushies sat in the corner alongside Pusheen and Ryan while the walls had been painted to appear like an enchanted forest.

“Wow.” He said without even meaning to, eyes looking up at the elegant light that fit in with everything else in the workspace. It was quite possibly one of the most beautiful spaces he’d seen, and he was already getting ideas for Eun-byeol’s room in the future.

“Yeah, it’s the best work area huh? Y/N went all out in here. Kind of jealous.” Taehyung laughed, standing just outside with one arm against the doorway. Jimin nods slowly before he sits on the chair that you direct him to, watching as you look over the tattoo design with curiosity.

“This is nice Tae, I think it’ll look good.” You muse quietly, lifting it up to look at Jimin with a raised brow. Smiling at him suddenly, you reach out with one hand and he takes it firmly, enjoying the way your skin is oddly smooth against his. He was expecting it to be rough for some reason.

“I’m Y/N, as they said. I believe I need to treat you well otherwise Tae will sabotage my room correct?” You tease with a mischievous smile, eyes glinting as you look at the tall man who holds his hands out.

“Hey, I’m just saying. Treat him very well. This is his graduation present! My boy finally graduated college!” Taehyung’s signature boxy smile appears again before he’s pushing his red hair out of his face and saying his goodbyes, exiting as he hears someone come in through the front door.

The tiny space is quiet for a moment and Jimin just watches you, finally taking in your features now that you’re both alone. You’re pretty, very pretty with makeup that tells him you probably have a very steady hand. Helpful, when being a tattoo artist.

He idly wonders if he’ll need to learn how to do makeup for Eun-byeol before his eyes wander back to the colourful works of art on your own skin. “I like your tattoos. They’re very nice.” Jimin says without even realising, cheeks flushing a soft pink once his softly spoken words register.

Smiling at him, you thank him before gesturing to his body. “Where am I putting this?”

For a moment he freezes, before remembering where he was going to have it placed. Once more, his cheeks redden with embarrassment and he wonders if it’s a dumb place to have a tattoo. “Errr, on my chest. Over...my...you know.” He stutters over the words and Jimin wants to slap himself, wondering why he’s suddenly so shy about it.

Probably because he thought he’d be getting tattooed by Taehyung or Jungkook, who’ve seen him shirtless countless times and not an incredibly pretty woman with an astonishing workspace that lets him know you have a whimsical and kind nature and who also has incredibly beautiful hands.

Why was he thinking about your hands?

Oh, because he was staring at them as you photocopy the design and print it out onto thin paper, hands reaching for a pen.

“Okay, shirt off then please. I’ll position it for you and you can let me know if it’s acceptable for you, then if it is we can start?” You say methodically, not a hint of interest in him and he almost pouts. Shaking his head, he mentally tells himself to chill out.

Tugging off his shirt, he folds it carefully and places it to the side before sitting in front of you with fidgeting hands. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t got laid in the last year. He was too busy for that, and now suddenly he had free time.

Well, he would have free time once he got a full time job. His evenings would hopefully finally be free for him to spend more time with Eun-byeol, and he wondered if it was pathetic that he was oddly excited for that.

You lean forward and place the sheet against his chest, the touch of your fingers against him causing him to shiver slightly and he prays to anyone who is listening that he won’t get an accidental boner or something.

“Is this good?” You lift up a mirror and let him see the position, giving him a sweet smile when he gives his nod of acknowledgement. As you begin to transfer the tattoo to his skin, ready for you to actually begin the tattoo itself, you start to talk to him.

“So...why this tattoo then?” Once it’s transferred, he approves it again before laying back on the chair and listening to the tattoo gun start up while you snap on black gloves. It’s oddly attractive, and he’s rueing his wild hormones right now.

Swallowing thickly, he licks his plush lips before letting his head drop back against the leather of the chair. “Erm, it’s one Taehyung drew up ages ago. He thought it was too girly but...I like it. It’s err...it’s for my daughter.”

Humming quietly, he watches as you dip the gun into black ink before resting a hand against his chest, letting him know that it might hurt a little. He nods and winces slightly at the sting once you begin to tattoo, letting out a deep breath slowly.

“It’s pretty thought. Is there a specific reason for the stars?” The tattoo that Taehyung had drawn years ago was an elegant heart, only half of it was made up of shining, tiny stars while the other half was just a swooping outline of a heart. It was simple, and probably feminine to most guys but he’d felt a strong response to it immediately.

“Yeah. Her name means silver star and erm, she’s the most important thing in my life and at the risk of sounding super cheesy, she’s my heart. She’s what keeps me going even when things get tough. So...I vowed that once I finally graduated, I’d get the tattoo for her over my heart so she’ll always know that she’s permanently there.” You can’t help the quiet ‘aww’ that leaves your throat and he smiles at it slightly.

“That’s adorable. Seriously. At the risk of me prying, why are you only just graduating? I’m guessing you’re the same age as Taehyung so, did you defer or something?” He can hear the confusion in your voice and presumes there’s also probably the bubbling question of ‘why do you have a daughter so young?”.

It’s a common question he gets, though he’s thankfully got over any annoyance he used to have towards it.

“I had to go part time, so it took me longer than it would’ve done normally. Erm, I had Eun-byeol when I was only 18 and...I mean.” He struggles suddenly, wondering if he should suddenly spill this out to you even though he’s known you all of ten minutes. Jimin normally doesn’t go into the reasoning behind his late graduation, but he figures you’ll probably find out bits anyway working here so you may as well know.

“Eun-byeol’s mom left us when she was a baby and it kinda threw my life plans...actually no it detonated my life plans. I’d already shifted them for her arrival, but I couldn’t go to college full time when I became her sole parent. So I did it part time, and I worked in between classes. Taehyung and Jungkook have done a lot of babysitting.” He jokes, lips turning up into a grin that has you smiling despite the frown of concentration on your face.

“That’s nice of them. But...well I don’t want to comment on your life. I think you’ve done well and congratulations on finally graduating. And Eun-byeol is a sweetheart. She’s very polite you know. Came barrelling in shouting for Jungkook but as soon as she saw me she apologised and asked if she could stay. I’ve not spent long with her, but I think you’ve probably done good.” You say the words casually, completely unaware of how much it means to him.

Almost immediately, pride swells up in his chest at how good his daughter had been with a stranger and the fact that she’d been polite enough to have her manners commented on. It also makes his eyes fill and he has to look away, blinking rapidly in embarrassment.

There were a lot of people who thought Jimin had made a mistake, keeping the baby with his ex. There had been even more people who’d thought Jimin would make a terrible dad, and had lamented the fact he’d become a single dad.

It always got him a little emotional when people complimented his parenting skills and told him how good his daughter was as a result.

He coughs deeply before licking his lips. “Thanks. That...I try. She’s a good kid. I don’t think I could wish for better.” Jimin looked down at his the tattoo so far, smiling to himself. “I hope she knows how much I love her.”

You giggle at that, the sound soft and gentle like the water that bubbles throw his mom’s fountain in the garden and he finds himself relaxing at it, just watching the way tiny micro-expressions dance across your face as you work.

“Oh I think she does. And I hope you know how much she loves you. I think every other word out of her mouth was ‘daddy’.” Your eyes flick up to him while you work, head not moving and he has to let out a shaky exhale at how sexy he finds that look. What’s wrong with him?

“Well...it’s just me and her. I mean, I still live with my parents but...you get what I mean.” Nodding slowly, you let out a hum as you finish up, wiping away the excess ink and he looks down in surprise that it’s already done. It wasn’t exactly the most intricate tattoo in the world but he’d been under the illusion that it would take longer.

Maybe it’s just because Taehyung talks so much that he thought that.

“Okay, you’re all done. Look okay?” The mirror is shown to him again and he looks over it with a smile, nodding appreciatively. You give him a reciprocative smile before you go through the proceedings following a tattoo, telling him what he should do to make sure his tattoo remains healthy.

He listens eagerly, eyes scanning over the length of your body whenever you turn before diverting his gaze when you turn around. Only he misses the cues the last time and ends up catching your eyes from where his own had been focused on your ass.

Almost immediately he swallows before looking down, redness spreading over his face and neck at being caught. For god’s sake, you’re Taehyung and Jungkook’s work colleague. Seriously, is he this hard up to get laid? He hadn’t even thought about it, but apparently his sub conscious had been.

You say nothing though, a tiny smirk kicking the corner of your lips before your eyes drag down his unclothed chest and stomach when he’s not looking. Reaching for his shirt, Jimin tugs it back over while wincing slightly at the sting of his freshly inked skin before smoothing over any wrinkles.

Anything that might be said vanishes though when Taehyung suddenly appears again, a bright smile on his face as he leans against the entrance casually. “All done? Go well? No pain right?” The questions pepper Jimin immediately and he sighs with a nod.

“Yeah, went fine. Y/N is very good.” Jimin smiles at her almost shyly, eyes flickering over before skittering away. Taehyung watches the almost awkward interaction between the two with a tiny frown before his face opens up with realisation.

“Cool, come on and we’ll grab princess. I think Jungkook’s drawn her like...an entire comic by now.” The red haired man chuckles before disappearing, causing Jimin to be left in the small area with just you.

Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, he lets out a slightly strained laugh before giving a tiny bow of his head. “Thanks for doing this. I really appreciate it.”

You laugh lightly as you follow him out, heading out to the reception area where Jungkook has Eun-byeol on his back while she shrieks out a giggle. “It’s fine. It’s my job. I always like tattooing when there’s a reason for them and not just because they want something dumb. Not that there’s anything wrong with that you know.”

Nodding, he heads over to his daughter and grins broadly at her excited face. She spots him immediately and holds her arms out to him, revealing the childish drawings she’d evidently decided to do on her arms. Jimin can’t help but give a slightly disapproving look to Jungkook, his face going sheepish as he shrugs.

“Daddy! Uncle Jungkook says you got a tattoo? Can I see?” She asks with excitement, dropping to the floor carefully before running over and grasping his wrist tightly. Jimin looks down at his little girl with a smile, shaking his head apologetically.

“Not right now, it’s got to be covered up because it’s a little sore. When it’s okay, I’ll let you see okay?” He says, causing her lips to jut out in a tiny pout. He’s certainly not letting her get her way this time though.

“Anyway, we’ve got to go home now. Grandma is making your favourite, budae-jjigae.” He entices, knowing that it’s her favourite meal at the moment. She seems to go through phases with food lately, and right now she’ll only accept vegetables if it’s in other things such as stews and such.

Sure enough, her eyes light up with excitement and she lets out a squeal. “Can Uncle Taehyung and Uncle Jungkook come too?” She asks, running back over and standing between them while she grasps their hands. He looks at the two with exasperation, only to note their equally pouting and pleading expressions.

His mom’s cooking is perhaps a little bit famous amongst his friends, and he sighs quietly as he pulls out his phone. As he unlocks it and prepares to call his mom, he suddenly pauses and looks over at you slightly awkwardly.

“Errm...do you want to come too? I don’t want you to feel left out.” He knew that he was the last client of the day, so it felt a little rude to exclude you so openly. Your arms cross over, causing your chest to push out slightly and he has to look away quickly before he accidentally gives himself away but he’s unaware of the smirk Taehyung gives.

Before you can even say anything, he blurts out. “She would love to. Don’t argue, you know as well as me that you’d just be going home to eat ramyeon in front of the television. Netflix can wait, you need to try Jimin’s mom’s food. It’s to die for.”

Jimin watching quietly as you pause, hesitation flickering over your face before you look over at him. Your eyes meet across the room, and he’s not even sure what he’s thinking but his eyes must be pleading as you let out a tiny sigh and nod. “Okay, sure. If it’s not imposing...thanks.”

He says nothing, simply nodding his head in response and giving a tiny smile before calling his mom to let her know about the new visitors.

-

The dinner at home was only slightly awkward, with his mom cooing over Jungkook and Taehyung as usual. He was pretty sure that his mom considered Taehyung to be a second son given how much time he spent over at the house during high school.

It also pleased her that Tae hadn’t abandoned him when Eun-byeol was born, and had continued to be a presence in not only Jimin’s life but had been active in Eun-byeol’s too. She was awfully protective of his little girl, and Jimin was thankful to have parents who had been as accepting as his had been.

Jungkook had become a fourth son when they’d met him, and Jimin was half convinced his mother was actually in love with him or something. Every time she saw him, she’d comment on how much of a handsome young man he was growing into, squeezing his cheeks and admiring his physique that seemed to continuously build up.

It actually kind of amused him as Jungkook would always go red in the face, licking his lips and mumbling his thanks to her. He’d been worried that Jungkook felt awkward about it, until Taehyung had let slip one slightly drunken night that Jungkook had the biggest crush on his mom.

That had been slightly horrifying to find out, but it had quickly evolved into pure amusement at the younger man’s awkwardness around her. There was quite evidently nothing going to happen there, with Jimin’s mom being happily married and Jungkook content with Taehyung but it was still funny.

Sure enough, their arrival home had resulted in Eun-byeol shrieking her hello’s before running down the hallway to find her grandmother. All four of them had kicked off their shoes and Jimin had found a spare pair of house shoes for you to wear before he’d directed everyone into the wide and spacious living room.

It was his childhood home, and he was glad to still be able to to live here. His younger brother had moved out in his second year of college, opting to stay where he was instead of coming home. It had meant that they’d been able to turn his room into Eun-byeol’s room, allowing his little girl to have her own space instead of sharing a room with her dad.

Everyone got situated around the area with Taehyung sitting on the couch with Jungkook on the floor between his legs, you sat next to him while Jimin had his usual armchair free. Before he could even say anything though, Eun-byeol ran back into the room with his mom following closely after her with a tray of drinks in her hands.

Immediately Jimin was up, taking the tray from her with a grateful smile while he handed out the drinks to everyone. The peppermint tea went to Taehyung while Jungkook had a glass of banana milk, matching Eun-byeol’s own glass. A cup of green tea went to you, Jimin tried to ignore the jolt of electricity he felt when your hands brushed, while he had a cup of perfectly coloured coffee.

“TaeTae, it’s been so long!” His mom coos, moving forward and cupping his face in her hands. He gives her a sweet smile, eyes creasing as his cheeks lift in a happy smile while he tilts his head for her to look over him. “Oh, you look so handsome with red hair. It makes your skin glow.”

He preens slightly at that, causing Jimin to chuff out a laugh as he holds his cup to his mouth. She moves onto Jungkook then, leaning down to pat his cheeks. “You’re getting thin Jungkook. Are you eating well?” Motherly concern is evident in her voice and he watches Jungkook’s eyes get a little starry while he nods.

“Yes, I’m just working out a bit more. Losing all that baby fat finally.” He laughs, running a hand over his cheeks almost self-consciously. She continues to look at him for a moment seriously before nodding and letting him go, patting his head lightly before turning her attention to you.

Brows rising, she looks you over and Jimin suddenly feels a moment of anxiety take over. She’s always been fine with tattoos, it’s kind of hard not to with Taehyung and Jungkook, but he’s never brought a girl home since his ex and he’s definitely never brought a tattooed girl home.

Jimin’s standing by the fireplace as he watches you stand up suddenly, hands twisting nervously while you give a small bow to her and introduce yourself. His mom is quiet as she scans you head to toe and Jimin feels the need to say something.

Placing his cup on the table, he moves forward and gives his mom a sweet smile. “She’s the one who did my tattoo today. It’s good mom, I think you’ll like it. Aren’t her tattoos cool? I think Eun-byeol is in love with them because they’re all Disney.”

At his words, his daughter runs over to the box of toys that they keep in the living room. She’s supposed to keep it tidy for everyone else, and he even has a chart on the fridge to monitor her good behaviour or if she does chores. For every one she does, she’s supposed to get a sticker and once she’s reached 50 stickers, she gets a toy.

Looking around the living room though, he grimaces when he sees the mess that’s thrown about the floor. Dolls are strewn under the glass coffee table while a pile of books is tipped haphazardly on top of the table itself. Fancy dress clothing lies in a pile next to the television and he quietly begins to clean up, ears heating at how messy it is.

Groaning quietly, he watches as she pulls out her Disney dolls before running back over to you. “Eun-byeol,” He whispers exasperatedly. “You’ve already got dolls out.”

She ignores him though and climbs up onto your lap when you sit back down, thrusting Belle and Mulan into your face. They’re her favourite princesses, although she’s particularly partial to Moana as well.

He was well versed in ‘You’re Welcome’ by now.

Still, it was better than when she was in her Frozen phase. If he had to hear Do You Wanna Build A Snowman one more time…

You don’t complain though, instead welcoming her onto your lap with a shy glance towards Jimin to make sure it’s okay. He gives a small nod as he picks up his daughter’s mess, putting it all away under the watchful gaze of his mom.

Any conversation that his mom and you might have dies as you focus your attention on his daughter as she chatters away happily and shows off her dolls. He watches closely as your arm wraps around her tiny waist, keeping her steady while you smile and make all the appropriate noises at all the right places.

And it makes his heart feel funny.

Frowning slightly, he rubs at his chest before dragging his gaze away, dropping the lid of the box before heading into the kitchen. The smell of the jjigae is stronger in here and his stomach growls in hunger, but he just stands at the counter and stares out at the small garden that’s fenced in out front.

It’s with a painful swallow that he realises the reason he feels so strange watching you with his daughter. As much as he tries to provide for her and make sure she’s happy, Eun-byeol has been surrounded by men almost her entire life. The only female presence she ever has in her personal life is his mom, or Taehyung’s mom.

To see a woman his own age, the age her own mom would be, holding her and engaging with her makes him feel a multitude of emotions that he can’t describe or explain properly. But it makes him think, makes him wonder.

He doesn’t notice that his mom and Tae have come into the room until he feels a hand against his shoulder. Jumping slightly, he looks back and sees the welcoming comfort of his mom’s face. She smiles at him softly and he notes Taehyung giving him an equally reassuring smile as well.

“Are you okay? You looked a little...spooked in there.” She asks him comfortingly, hand stroking soothingly and he sighs quietly, letting his head drop forward and looking out through his dark fringe.

“I’m okay. I just...I don’t know.” Neither of them say anything for a moment before his mom pulls away, going over to the jjigae and giving it a stir with a knowing smile.

“She’s very pretty Jimin. And she’s got lovely manners.” She says lightly, her tone far too neutral to actually be innocent. He leans back against the counter and crosses his arms protectively, wincing slightly at the sting of his new tattoo.

Taehyung does the same opposite him, smirking at his best friend as he looks out through those god awful glasses. “She is isn’t she? We’ve been working with her for a little while now. Lovely girl and really talented. Single too. And she loves kids.”

Jimin looks at him dryly before looking at his mother with a raised brow. “You are not being even slightly subtle here, you know that?” He sighs out, shaking his head before going into the cupboards and grabbing the placemats. Gesturing to where the plates are kept, he indicates for Taehyung to start helping him as they both set the table.

“We’re not trying to be subtle Jimin. In fact, we’re trying to be as unsubtle as possible actually. I saw the way you were looking at her at the studio, not to mention the way she was looking at you. She obviously likes Eun-byeol...it might be worth giving it a try.” Taehyung says casually, keeping his voice low enough so that it won’t drift out to the living room.

Not that it matters, as he can already hear Moana blaring out from the surround sound system. He can’t help but chuckle when he hears Jungkook start singing along with Eun-byeol, his voice almost as soft and light as his daughters.

“He’s right Jiminie. And I’m not saying that because I think Eun-byeol needs a mother, you know that I think you’re doing fine on your own. But because I think you need that kind of relationship in your life. It’s been over six years darling, I think you can let yourself open up to someone.” His mom says, coming over as she begins to place bowls of banchan around the table.

Jimin says nothing for a moment, lowering his head as he places the cutlery. “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve just finished college and now I need to find a job and you know Eun-byeol-” He gets cut off by Taehyung though.

“Exactly. You’ve finished college and are going to get a full time job. That means that you’re going to have free time. Free time that you could use to maybe have a relationship. She’s a good person Jimin. I wouldn’t suggest this and try to hook you up if she wasn’t. I think you should at least try maybe.” He says.

Jimin bites at his lip and shrugs, unsure of how to respond. He doesn’t get to say anything more though as his mom calls out to the house and brings over the bubbling pot of jjigae, placing it down in the middle of the table.

He’s soon busy with setting Eun-byeol up, placing a towel over her lap to get any spills she might make while putting the food she asks for on her plate. She’s getting to the age where she starting to want to do this herself now, but he still wants to do it for as long as she’ll let him.

Given he’s so busy with his daughter, he doesn’t notice the fond smile you’re giving him from across the table but the others do. He also doesn’t notice the conspiratorial looks that get thrown around between them.

“So Y/N, are you the same age as Jimin and Taehyung? How did you get into tattooing?” His mom asks, causing Jimin to freeze before he shifts his gaze to her, eyes narrowing in a glare. You pause, jerking away from watching him to look at the older woman, taking in her short black hair that’s streaked with strands of grey.

He can’t help but be interested in what you say, ears metaphorically perking up as he waits to hear the response. Dammit, he shouldn’t let them win but he can’t help it. You’re pretty and interesting and you treat his daughter well. He’s a simple man nowadays.

“Oh, yeah I think so. At least, Tae said I am. I was born February though. And I always liked drawing and that kind of stuff. I went to art school for two years but dropped out when I realised it wasn’t for me. Took up an apprenticeship at my local tattoo studio and then joined Tae and Jungkook’s a few months ago.” You say with a smile, slurping a spoonful of jjigae and letting out a pleased sound as the taste hits your tongue.

“Ooooh, you’re older than them both then. Taehyung just slipped into the year, he’s the very end of December. My Jiminie here is an October baby.” His mom gushes with a bright smile, face lighting up and Jimin has to roll his eyes to prevent himself from saying anything out loud.

Eun-byeol interrupts the conversation suddenly, butting in with her childlike innocence. “I’m an October baby too. Daddy’s birthday is five days before mine!” She says with a grin before carefully taking a piece of kimchi between her chopsticks. He watches carefully to make sure she’s okay with it before taking a piece of bacon from the pot and stuffing it into his mouth.

“Oh really? That’s so cute. Do you and your daddy have joint birthday parties then?” You ask with a bright smile, eyes lighting up as you focus solely on his daughter. He wants to groan at how beautiful you look and frankly, he also wants to whine at the fact you’re hitting all the points that turn him on nowadays.

There’s just something about being nice and welcoming to his daughter that really gets him.

“No, daddy doesn’t really do anything for his birthday. He says that it’s my birthday week and that’s what’s important.” He flushes at the look you give him then, but he’s not really sure what to say. Jimin hasn’t felt like celebrating his own birthday in recent years, instead focusing his time and attention onto Eun-byeol.

You lean forward and give her a small smile before stage whispering. “I think maybe this year, you should plan a party for your daddy. He might like that.” You finish with a wink before looking back at him with a smile that turns into a smirk at his raised brow.

Almost immediately Eun-byeol is gasping before her head is nodding, a serious look on her face that makes him want to laugh. “Yeah! Grandma, can we make a party for daddy? We can bake cakes for him. Daddy likes chocolate cake.” She informs you with an informative nod and Jimin really can’t stop himself from laughing.

Taehyung is giggling too and he leans forward as well, causing his daughter to look over. “Sounds great princess. We’ll help you right?” He elbows Jungkook who nods, eyes wide as his cheeks puff with food.

The sight makes everyone laugh while Taehyung aw’s, leaning over to press a soft kiss against one of those puffy cheeks. Almost immediately, said cheek turns pink as Jungkook looks down at the table and Jimin smiles at them both.

Looking back he catches eyes with you and there’s what can only be described as a moment that passes between the two of you. It’s not caught by anyone else, but he feels oddly buoyant and excited as he looks back down at his plate, grasping his glass of water and taking a big gulp.

The rest of the meal passes by much the same, with casual and easy banter flowing between everyone and inquisitive questions from his mom. By the time it’s over, Jimin knows a wealth of information about you, including that you moved here from the next city over and your parents only live a half hour car journey away.

He also knows that you were a studious person in high school, something he can relate to, and that you were contemplating going back to college and doing night classes in business management. It was apparently your dream to perhaps own your own tattoo studio, something which devolved into fervent discussions with Taehyung and Jungkook who had the same dream.

Jimin had the impression that one day in the future, he’d be going into a tattoo studio that was owned by all three of them. Honestly, he thought they’d make pretty good business owners.

He also found out that you had no pets and no siblings, with your parents unable to conceive anymore. Given you’d only just moved here, you hadn’t had time to get any pets but were contemplating perhaps getting a cat.

Which just set off an entire conversation with Eun-byeol, who was pretty desperate to get a dog. The apologetic grimace you’d sent Jimin once you’d realised it was a topic that came up frequently had amused him, even if he’d had to distract his daughter from the idea of a puppy.

There was plenty of other stuff he found out during the meal, even once they’d scraped every inch of their plates and bowls clean and simply sat there with full stomachs, in a blissful food coma from his mom’s phenomenal cooking.

He wished he could say that he could cook as well as her, but he’d be lying. Jimin wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to leave his mom’s house purely based on her cooking alone. It was blissful.

You had the same opinion it seemed, asking if you could get the recipe for the jjigae you’d just eaten while also telling her some of your own twists on your favourite recipes. He’d sat back with Eun-byeol napping in his lap as he watched his mother and you talk animatedly, unaware of the satisfied smirk Taehyung was giving him from across the table.

It was only when night had finally fallen that his guests decided to make a move and made motions of leaving. Eun-byeol had been transferred to the sofa for now, fast asleep and Jimin knew that he’d regret that decision to let her sleep later on in the night. But for now, he just let her as she obviously needed it.

Taehyung and Jungkook offered to drive you back to your place, so he watched as they hugged his mom and gave him a quick hug before heading out to their car. You were saying your own goodbyes to his mom before she left, patting his arm with raised brows that were giving him a forceful silent message while she told him that she’d start to sort Eun-byeol out for the night.

He exhaled deeply once left alone with you, giving you a shy smile while his hand came up to run through his hair. “Thanks again, for the tattoo today. And for coming here. It was nice. And thanks for playing with Eun-byeol. I really appreciate it.”

Wow, he was just amazing at social interactions. There was no wonder he had a non-existent line of women for him.

You smile at him, pretty lips turning up in an expression that makes his stomach flutter with a thousand tiny butterflies. “Can I get your number?” He blurts out suddenly before cringing, covering half of his face with his palm as he looks anywhere but your bright eyes.

A soft peal of laughter escapes you and he watches with fascination as your body shakes with the movement. He’d be offended that you were laughing at him, except that your hand is pressed reassuringly to his bicep.

It feels like his entire body’s awareness is centred firmly on where your warm palm presses to his skin and his mouth feels dry.

“Okay Jimin,” You take his phone when he offers it and he watches your elegant fingers tap at the screen, your own phone chiming as you text yourself. Handing it back, you give him a slightly mischievous smile. “Text me okay? And...I’d like to take you for coffee if you’d let me one day. Either on your own or with Eun-byeol, I’m not bothered.”

He’s left stunned at your words, jaw dropping as he gapes and his eyes are probably comically wide. Jimin was just expecting to get your number and then probably spend a day or two agonising about whether you’d actually want him to text.

He didn’t expect you to be so forward about it all.

“Erm, yeah. Sure. Just...text me when. I’d like that. Alone. I think I’d like that alone. I don’t do much on my own anymore and I haven’t really done anything with a girl alone in a while,” His rambling words penetrate his mind and he backpedals mentally. “I don’t mean like that. I’ve definitely been with a girl alone in that kind of way. Well okay, maybe not recently. But still, I have. I mean...in a non-sexual way. I haven’t…”

He sighs deeply, weariness in every fibre of his body at how badly he’s fucking this up. It’s to be expected though. “Sorry. Sorry. In case you can’t tell, my last dating experience was when I was a horny teenager. And that produced Eun-byeol...not that I’m saying we’re dating. Or that we should. That’s totally up to you. Christ.”

Jimin would like to punch himself in the face now thanks.

You watch him fall over himself with amusement painted over every inch of your face, body posture relaxed. As he continues to castigate himself mentally, you simply give him a cheery smile that lights his body up before lifting up on your toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jimin is pretty sure his mind has shorted out as he feels the soft petals of your lips brush against the skin of his cheek, body heating and icing over simultaneously. Eyes wide, he remains frozen as you move away slowly, heading over to the car with a tiny smile.

“I’m not exactly saying no, Park Jimin. I’ll text you.” Is all you say with a wave before climbing into the backseat of Jungkook’s car. All Jimin can do is stand there and watch as the taillights get further and further away before he slowly presses his hand to his cheek.

Oh.

-

Jimin really thought that you wouldn’t respond to his texts, or text him, given how bizarre his behaviour had been that night. But he was pleased to find that he was wrong, and when he texted you the next day you’d responded almost immediately.

The coffee date you’d asked him to go on had ended up just being the two of you, and Jimin had never felt more awkward or stressed in his life. He just didn’t know how to date anymore, and he particularly didn’t know how to do adult dating.

Yet you’d been calm and accepting of him the whole time. Giving him reassuring pats and not minding at all when his conversations about himself soon meandered onto conversations about his daughter. Instead, you’d asked him out on a second date, this time to the movies.

For the first time in a while, Jimin finally felt like all of his peers. Just a normal guy, going on dates with a girl he liked. And who seemed to like him back, if the continuous dates and constant messaging were any indication.

He never forgot about Eun-byeol though, how could he possibly forget about her, but he also got to just be...Park Jimin for once. It was nice, but he found himself feeling a little guilty as the months passed by.

The relationship between him and you was moving at a glacial pace at best, and by that he meant the glaciers still attached to Antarctica. But still...it’s nice and it’s moving at a pace that is acceptable to both him and Eun-byeol.

It’s odd for him though. On the one hand, a quiet yearning bubbles in his stomach for what his friends have and to try and embrace even a tiny part of what might be considered a normal life for a 24 year old guy.

But on the other hand, a large part of him wants to retreat behind the bubble of safety that his heart had thrown up years ago. That bubble protected the feelings that had been shredded by his ex when she’d left, and it firmly held Eun-byeol safe from harm.

Dating with a child had the potential to be really hard, because it wasn’t only himself that he was opening up to pain and hurt. If Eun-byeol became attached, then it could be devastating for her emotionally if things ended badly. And the last thing Jimin ever wanted to do, was to hurt his baby girl.

Which was why he’d remained firmly disinterested in dating throughout the years, despite the occasional pining his heart did for the intimacy of a relationship. Not just the sex, because he’d had careful one night stands to satisfy his urges, but the quiet knitting together of two people’s lives and personalities until it felt he couldn’t tell where he began and they ended.

He missed quiet conversations in the darkness of night, hidden under covers while wrapped up with each other. He missed laughter and stolen kisses on the couch while watching movies or the subtle glances caught when out with friends.

He missed having someone to tell his deepest, most intimate thoughts to with the knowledge that they would hold them close while reciprocating. Because as much as he loved Eun-byeol, he knew that it wasn’t healthy for him to remain so isolated and focused on her.

Not only was it bad for him, but he worried that he might be accidentally negatively influencing Eun-byeol against positive and healthy relationships. He was already floundering with the knowledge that she only had one parent and while he logically knew that many people grew up happy and healthy with a single parent, it still made him feel like a bad dad.

His friends had laughed at first when he’d asked all their sisters and moms to show him how to style girl’s hair; giggling at him when he practiced with curling irons or spent forever plaiting hair even though Eun-byeol’s hair wasn’t even long enough.

It was only when he’d blown up on them in anger that they’d realised his reasons for doing so. Jimin had pointed out that he was a guy who had never even considered how women did their hair before, just like them. But he now had a little girl who had no mommy. That meant he had to learn how to plait her hair prettily if she asked, or to know how to curl her hair so he could show her when she grew older and became more independent.

It wasn’t something he thought should be specifically for just mothers to know anyway, but he’d wanted to at least have the knowledge in case she asked. Because his own mother had raised two boys and had always had hair short enough to never need the knowledge.

Jimin just didn’t want his daughter to feel like something was missing, even if it meant his friend’s laughed at him for doing things people thought a guy shouldn’t do.

Besides, he was a pretty great hair stylist if he said so himself and one of his favourite things was watching Eun-byeol’s face light up when she saw how he’d done her hair that morning. He liked doing the intricate stuff, and it always made her look so cute.

His world had broken apart from the earthquake his ex had caused when she left, and he’d spent so long carefully paving over the cracks and fractures in a desperate attempt to make Eun-byeol’s life happy and carefree.

The arrival of you was causing that carefully constructed world to shift and rumble in ways that scared him. He had a feeling that your presence in his life would either strengthen that world, or there was the possibility of you causing it to collapse with a simple flick of your fingers.

Jimin wasn’t entirely sure he knew what he wanted to be honest. All he knew for a fact was that Eun-byeol had to be safe and happy. That was the most important thing. He just hadn’t figured out whether you would make that happen.

Even if you did seem to adore his daughter.

The dates between just him and you had made it clear that you liked each other, and he’d ever so slowly and carefully begun introducing you more seriously to Eun-byeol. It was simple things at first, bringing her along to dinner or going on a date bowling and bringing his daughter along.

He was cautious about many things, but his main concerns were that you both liked and treated his daughter with respect and love. But he also wanted to get a gauge on how Eun-byeol felt at the idea of having another woman in his life.

Jimin wasn’t dumb, he knew that some kids resented having to share their parents attention and he’d been Eun-byeol’s entire world for her whole life. Letting someone else into her world was probably fine and easy for her, but acknowledging that someone else was coming into his world might be hard.

And he didn’t want Eun-byeol to feel pushed out or unhappy, or that he didn’t love her anymore. But at the same time, he didn’t want Eun-byeol to feel like she had the right to be mean or selfish just because she was feeling a little unsteady.

From the months of slowly dating, neither of you putting a label on what was happening, Jimin had come to the realisation that he really, really liked you. A lot. Maybe even the bigger L word. And he had slowly begun to carefully imagine a potential future with you.

A future that included Eun-byeol, with dates turning into comfortable days together and play times turning into you picking Eun-byeol up from school. He was genuinely considering letting you into his life in a way that could potentially leave a path of devastation in your wake if you decided to opt out, and he’d begun to consider that perhaps it was worth it.

He’d spent the day with both Eun-byeol and you today, all three of you going to an amusement park. It had been fun and he had lots of beautiful photographs to treasure the memories, including the one he’d spent the last five minutes staring at when he should have been watching Big Hero 6.

A random staff member had offered to take a photo, believing you all to be a family, and Jimin had been too awkward to correct her. So instead, he had a sweet picture that he couldn’t stop looking at.

You’d worn plain jeans and white shirt with a denim jacket over the top and white sneakers on your feet. He was in dark ripped jeans, a simple white shirt and the black leather jacket that his parents had got him for his high school graduation over his shoulders with a navy beanie on his hair. Eun-byeol was resting in his arm, legs around his side, inbetween both you and him with white leggings, denim shorts and a yellow shirt while her hair was in a pretty side plait.

He couldn’t stop staring, because it looked like a family picture. Something that a mom and dad would post onto their social media. It looked normal, and it was the first time he’d ever had someone in the picture with Eun-byeol that wasn’t one of his male friends.

And he liked it. He really liked it. In fact, Jimin wanted to take more pictures like this. Looking like a little family unit of happiness.

Which was why he knew he had to finally broach the subject and gauge Eun-byeol’s opinion on him dating officially. Because it was important for him to get her opinion, while making it clear to her that it was something her daddy wanted. And he didn’t want much from her.

“Hey, little star. I’ve got a question for you.” He asks, putting his phone down on the arm of the sofa and waiting until she looks at him. She’s currently half laid on him, with her head and shoulders resting against a pillow on his lap while the rest of her body is curled up on the couch.

Eun-byeol is slow to react, blinking sleepily up at him with those beautiful wide eyes that make him weak with parental love. He smiles sweetly at her, running his fingers through her hair slowly and just admiring the beautiful little girl he’d helped to make.

He was the luckiest guy.

“Do you like Y/N?” He asks simply, wondering if perhaps there’s like...a guide book on how to do this. It’s not every day people have to ask if their kid is okay with them dating and having a relationship.

She nods slowly, a smile so similar to his own spreading and taking up half of her face. “She’s nice daddy. And so pretty, like a princess. I want to be like her when I grow up. With pretty tattoos.”

He chuckles quietly, letting his fingertips brush through her hair and untangling a few knots from her glossy locks. “That’s good, that’s nice. She likes you too. Do you like spending time with her?”

Jimin figures he should go slowly with this, ease into the questioning.

“Yeah, she’s cool. And she likes Disney. When we go to her house next, she said I can play Pokemon on her Switch! Can I do that daddy?” Her own question is innocent and childlike, and he rues for a moment that fact that she’s always growing.

Nodding, he smiles. “Yeah, you can do that little star,” Jimin goes quiet for a moment, wondering how to tackle it before just plowing ahead. “Daddy likes her too. He likes her a lot you know. She makes him smile and laugh. Makes him feel all funny and warm when he thinks about her or talks to her.”

She’s quiet, just looking up at him and he feels guilty for a moment that his attention is being diverted away from her partially. It’s stupid, and he knows that he can’t spend his life catering to his daughter. He needs to live too.

“I think she likes daddy too. What do you think about that?” There’s nothing for a moment, and icy fear grips his heart as he wonders if perhaps she’ll put her foot down on it. It makes him feel a little sick to think about it, as the sad fact is that even if he’s not happy, he’ll have to acknowledge her feelings.

“Do you love Y/N?” Jimin almost sputters at that, his eyes going wide as he wonders how she’d managed to make that leap. “Grandma says you love her, but you don’t know it yet. You should ask her to be your girlfriend daddy. I think she’d like that.” Eun-byeol whispers the last part, giving him an exaggerated wink and he’s left momentarily thrown.

When did his daughter get so old and wise? It was hard to believe that in only a month’s time, she was going to be seven already.

“I don’t...I don’t know yet. I like her. And we’ll see. I mean...do you really think she’d like to be my girlfriend?” The question is quiet and confused, causing him to shake his head. Why is he asking his kid daughter for dating advice?? “Anyway, if I do ask her that. It means that she’s going to be around more. And in our life more. Are you okay with that?”

She stays quiet for a moment before shifting around, facing the television again with a shrug of her slim shoulders. “I’m okay with it daddy. She makes you happy. I like you happy.”

Jimin is glad she isn’t looking at him, as he has to push his tongue in his cheek while he blinks rapidly to stop the tears that suddenly appear. His daughter has always been a dream to raise and he often wonders how he’d got so lucky.

He doesn’t care about her whining complaints as he gathers her up in his arms, squeezing her tightly while burying his face into his hair and just inhaling the calming and comforting scent of her. He’d never asked for her, but he’d never regret her. The light of his life. Her complaints soon turn into soft giggles as he starts to tickle her, grinning at her shrieking laughter.

Jimin has his parents approval, his friends approval and most importantly, his daughter’s approval. Now all he needs to do is find out if you’re willing to accept him and his daughter in the way he hopes you will.

-

It’s a week later that he finally manages to organise a date between just you and him. His mom and dad agree to babysit Eun-byeol for the night, and he can’t stop his laughs as he gets ready in his room while Eun-byeol practically bounces around with excitement.

“Are you gonna get down on one knee?” She asks, eyes wide and shining with wonder. He chuckles at her, looking at her in the mirror while he styles his hair. It’s not even like he’s taking you anywhere nice, just to a restaurant and then back to yours for a movie or something.

That’s not what’s got his stomach fluttering though, but the fact that it’s the first time he’s staying the night at yours. He’d always come home, or you’d gone home at the end of your dates. He felt like a high schooler going to prom.

Not that he knew what that was like, as he’d ended up unable to go to prom but still. He imagined the sentiment was the same.

“That’s when you want to get married, little star. I’m not proposing to her tonight.” Jimin moves over to sit next to her on his bed, looking at her with expectation while he lifts his hands in a way that shows off his outfit. “Does daddy look good?”

He was wearing plain black skinny jeans and a white button up shirt, the top buttons remaining undone. His black hair is styled swept away from his forehead in what his mom likes to tease him as his ‘prince hair’.

Eun-byeol stands up and looks him over with a serious look, eyes looking over every part of him before she nods her approval. “You look han...handsome daddy. Like a Disney prince.” She struggles for a moment over the word but gets through it confidently, causing his heart to swell with pride.

Giving her a matching smile, he slides off the bed and kneels before her. She’s getting tall, and he’s surprised to find that she’s almost the same height as him when he’s knelt down. It makes him a little sad, and he wishes he could have her as his little girl forever. She wasn’t going to be this adorable much longer he reckoned.

Moving forward, he wraps his arms around her small body and hugs her tightly to him, resting his chin on her shoulder while closing his eyes. She wraps her own arms around his chest as best as she can, managing to link her arms together around his slim frame.

“Daddy loves you so much, you know that? You’re the best thing daddy has ever done.” He’s oddly emotional and keeps his eyes firmly closed, trying not to cry as he holds his daughter so close. She giggles lightly, body vibrating and he can’t stop the way his lips spread into a smile at the beautiful sound in his ears.

“I love you too daddy.” She whispers directly into his ear, causing him to wince from the shiver she causes from being too close. He hates when people do that.

“Hey, wanna see how much daddy loves you?” He says lowly, pulling back and resting his hands on her shoulders. Eun-byeol’s face is immediately inquisitive and he grins, remembering that he’d never shown her his tattoo.

Unbuttoning his shirt just enough, he pulls it down so that she can see the black ink over his chest. Almost immediately she’s letting out ‘ooh’-ing noises, fingertips tracing over the outline with a surprisingly gentle touch.

“It’s pretty daddy.” She says, voice quiet and light. Jimin smiles at her and nods.

“It’s for you. This is where your heart is in your body, and the shape of it is a heart too. You see these little stars on it? That’s for you too. Your name means silver star, and I got this so that you can know that you’re the most important thing in my life. You’re my heart and my little star, so I got this tattoo over my actual heart so that you know I’ll always love you, okay? Daddy will always love you. No matter what.” She’s smiling at his words, eyes focused on the star before she gives him the sweetest expression that he just wants to capture and hold forever.

“I know daddy. I love you too.” Without a word, she wraps her arms around his neck tightly once more and he lets her with a deep sigh, truly happy with his life. He never expected Eun-byeol, but he’d never go back and change his decisions.

“Okay then, let’s go downstairs. I’ve got to go soon.” Jimin stands back up and heads downstairs, flushing at the the teasing words of his parents as he pulls on his boots. “Yeah, yeah. Be good for your grandma and grandad Eun-byeol; they’ll let me know if you’re not.”

She smiles at him from the doorway as he starts the engine of his parents car, waving at him when he does the same for her. The drive to the restaurant is nerve wracking, and he wonders if he should have just picked you up.

You’d told him not though, instead wanting to make your way to the restaurant while he’d take you home after. It had taken everything in him to just agree, but he wouldn’t take your independence from you.

The restaurant is somewhere that you’d picked, claiming that it had the best Japanese food you’d found in the city so far. He’d have to take your word for it, as he’s never really been out to many places to eat. Too busy studying or working.

But with his new job, he not only had free time but also spare money. It was a wild concept that he was still getting used to, which was why he’d offered to pay for the meal tonight. It was exciting, acting like one of his friends.

You were already seated in the restaurant, a nice pair of black jeans to match his and a flowy white top made of material that he’d long ago learned was chiffon that let him see tantalising glimpses of the tattoos he’d grown to love. He’d learnt all sorts of random crap like clothing material names since becoming a single dad.

Laughing, he pressed a kiss to your cheek before sitting down and gesturing between you both. “We’re matching.” You look at your own clothes and then his before grinning, hand covering your mouth as you laugh.

“You look good Jimin. Very handsome.” You smile, taking a sip of the water the waiter had brought you earlier. Jimin smiles and takes a sip of his own, looking over the menu with an amused smile.

“Why thank you, my daughter said so too.” The rest of the dinner passes much like your other dates, with the conversation quick and easy. It was one of the things he loved about you, how content and happy you made him feel while putting him at ease.

Despite the original intentions of him asking you out tonight, he doesn’t feel any moment is the right time to propose the question to you. In fact, he’s almost a little desperate by the time the meal is over and he’s paying for everything.

The drive to yours isn’t any better, and he’s starting to get a little antsy about it all. He can’t go home and tell everyone that he’d chickened out of it. They’d never let him live it down. But he just can’t find the right way to tell you his feelings, to let you know that he likes you far more than a friend, or even someone who is just dating.

He wants you to be part of his life, and he doesn’t know how to ask that.

Because he’s not just asking you to be part of his life, but also Eun-byeol’s. And that’s a lot to ask of someone.

“Are you okay? You’ve been a little tense tonight.” You ask when you both enter your apartment, the entryway familiar to him as he toes off his boots. He chokes on his words though, wondering how to respond in a way that doesn’t make him seem like an idiot or like he’s trying too hard.

“I’m fine. Just...work you know.” He cringes behind your back, wishing that he could just get the words out. But he hasn’t done this since he was 17 for god’s sake. He’s beyond rusty, and he’s sure that he read the signs right but what if he was wrong?

What if the stolen kisses and hidden hugs, quiet cuddles and wanting glances were just because you wanted something quick and easy?

He didn’t want quick and easy now. He wanted long, he wanted to have a life that included you now and Jimin just couldn’t figure out how to ask for that.

“Jimin, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, you were pretty adamant on making this an official date tonight and you went to some lengths to look great and take me somewhere nice. I kind of feel like I’m missing out on something and I don’t know what?” You sound confused and when you turn around after flicking on the lamp in your living room, he can see the tiny frown between your brows.

He goes to speak but the words are stuck in his throat, choking there. Just ask her dammit. Ask her to be your girlfriend!

Instead, he moves forward and cups your face between his hands, thumbs running over the soft skin of your cheeks slowly before he dips his head. Okay, so he’s chickening out right now but he can’t find it in himself to care as your lips are gentle against his own, so perfect that he feels calmness take over his body.

Sliding his tongue along the seam of your lips, a quiet groan leaves him as you open up for him so willingly, hands stroking up his waist before wrapping around his neck. He didn’t intend for this tonight, but now that he’s started kissing you he’s not sure that he can stop.

The hard length between his legs tells him that he doesn’t want to stop either, and he can’t even attempt to stop himself as he grinds his hips against yours slowly. Your response is immediate, a soft moan leaving the depths of your throat while you reciprocate the movement almost agonisingly slowly.

“Jimin...do you want this?” You ask when you pull away, lips swollen and glistening from the kiss and he watches with hunger. He doesn’t even realise that he’s nodding his head slowly, eyes focused on the sinful sight of your pink tongue flicking out and licking away the residue he’d left.

“Bedroom.” Is all you say, taking his hand and walking quickly over to the closed door. Inside is a sight he’s never seen, your bed taking up most of the space and looking enticingly empty. He’s pretty positive that you’d look perfect on that bed.

Leaning down, he captures your lips once more while slowly tugging your shirt up until you have to pull away again, allowing him to slip it over your shoulders and throw it somewhere in the recesses of your room. The sight before him has him letting out a tiny whine, the erection in his jeans straining almost painfully at the sight of your white lace bra that conceals the sight of those beautiful breasts.

The colourful tattoos spread over your chest and down your stomach, the flat planes toned and his hands itch to touch them. He wants to lick along every outline if you gave him the chance.

Instead, his hands slip behind your back, unhooking your bra in a move that is still practised, if slightly rusty. You respond by unbuttoning his own shirt, revealing the equally flat planes of his own chest and the defined ridges of his abdomen.

“My god, you’re so attractive.” You whisper quietly, leaning forward to kiss at his chest in soft, almost featherlight touches that have him gasping and shuddering. Jimin wishes he could take his time with you, he really does but he’s selfish and needy tonight.

“I’m really sorry sweetheart. I’d normally spend way longer on you, but I haven’t had sex in a year and a half and holy shit you’re beautiful and I need you right now.” He practically whines, dipping his head to capture your lips in a deep kiss, tongues playing together as he unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down your hips.

Despite his words, he slowly crouches down as he peels off both your underwear and jeans, mouth pressing at any part of your skin he can reach in messy, wet kisses. It has you shivering and shuddering under his touch as you step out of your clothing, a deep and guttural moan leaving your mouth as he dips his tongue into the newly exposed area between your legs.

“I thought...you weren’t going slow?” You gasp out, hands gripping at his hair as his tongue licks along you from your entrance to the bundle of nerves that he sucks into his mouth. For a few moments he doesn’t respond, simply running his hands up and down your thighs while his tongue works at your clit, nose pressing against your pubic bone while he watches you intently with each flick of the wet muscle.

The sight must be arousing, as he can taste more of your liquid essence coating his tongue as he eats you with a desperate need. With a final suck, enveloping the little bundle in his plush lips and tugging gently, he pulls away with a grin before pressing a kiss to your mound with a wink.

His chin feels wet and slick, causing him to wipe at it with the back of his hand before licking it clean. “You taste great, you know that?” He whispers, voice husky and dark with lust.

Moaning, your head drops back as you shuffle backwards to the bed, falling onto the surface and scrambling up until your head hits the pillows. “Fucking hell Jimin, come here you demon.” You hiss at him, eyes laughing despite the intensity of your words.

He grins in response and unbuckles his belt, slowly pulling it off before peeling his jeans and boxers down his legs. His length bounces free and it’s with a casual move that he grasps the firm shaft, gripping the bottom firmly before slowly stroking himself to the tip and back down.

The movement feels good, and the moan that leaves his mouth lets you know it, but it feels even better seeing the desire in your eyes as you watch his hand firmly. Smirking, he continues on for a few more moments, thumb rubbing over the slit at the end of his tip and smearing pre-cum over himself.

“Condom.” He whispers to himself, pausing suddenly and grasping his wallet in his jeans. The sound of foil ripping echoes in the room as he rolls the latex down himself before climbing on the bed, watching you intently as he crawls over you.

Jimin admires you for a moment, taking in the beautiful sight of you laid before him and grins slowly. “You are so, unbelievably beautiful. You know that?” He whispers before lowering his head and taking your lips in his own. The kiss is almost languid, tongues dancing lazily together and Jimin can’t help the bursting feeling of emotion in his heart at just how right this all feels.

“You’re pretty good too Jimin,” You whisper once he pulls away, running your fingers along the muscles of his back. Shifting slightly, you wrap your legs around his hips and try to encourage him, lifting your hips and whimpering out as his cock rubs against your clit slowly.

The glide of him against the heat of you makes him moan out softly, eyes closing and he just lets himself grind against you. “Jimin, please.” Your needy groan infiltrates his ears and he moves just enough, hand moving down to press the tip of him against your entrance before he’s slowly breeching.

You’re more than wet enough for him, the slipperiness of you allowing him to slide into you with an ease that has both him and you letting out a guttural moan that feels like it comes from the bottom of his chest.

“Oh holy shit.” He pants out, eyes scrunching closed as he nestles fully inside you, hips pressed together and he has to let his forehead drop against your shoulder at the overwhelming sensation. Gasping out, he takes the time to suck open mouthed kisses into your colourful skin as a distraction, likely producing bruising rosettes underneath the beautiful ink.

It causes you to moan softly, body wriggling under him and your internal muscles squeezing his length in a way that has him choking. “Oh fuck, don’t do that. I’ll come way too quick.” He begs, which only means that you do it again teasingly till he’s biting at your shoulder in response.

Slowly, his hips begin to move of their own accord, needing the friction that your tight and wet warmth will provide him and he can’t help the soft pants that leave his mouth. You feel so freaking good, and there’s this overwhelming emotion taking over his body as he thrusts into you, foreign and yet something that he wants to embrace and nurture at the same time.

“Oh god Jimin, right there. Faster.” You gasp out, hands scratching down his back to grasp at the firm flesh of his ass in an attempt to encourage him to speed up. He acknowledges your request and thrusts faster, hips snapping forwards and backwards in a steady rhythm that causes slick noises to echo in the quiet room while the satisfying sound of skin against skin is the only other soundtrack.

Before he can even say anything, you move one of your hands between your legs and begin to rub at your clit, the slick flesh swollen with need and the pleasure it causes you has you clenching around his cock like a damn vice. Almost immediately he’s groaning out, the tightening in his stomach propelling him along even faster until he’s letting out tiny, high pitched whines involuntarily.

You must be able to sense the rapid oncoming of his orgasm, faster than normal due to the extended period of celibacy he’d experienced, and focus on your own pleasure until you’re bucking underneath him, muscles tightening and convulsing in ways that has him choking out while you let out the prettiest moans he’s ever heard.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ.” He whines out and he can’t stop it, he can’t control the orgasm that hits him like a freight train. His entire body locks up and he pushes into you firmly, resting his forehead against your shoulder while his cock twitches inside you as he cums into the condom. A long, breathy whine leaves his throat as he orgasms and you coax him through it, panting from your own orgasm that’s left you almost boneless underneath him.

Jimin struggles not to collapse against you in the aftermath, sluggishly rolling over and taking off the condom, throwing it into the bin you keep by your bed. The room feels almost oppressively hot, and he gasps out for breaths while he stares at the white ceiling.

You roll over onto your side, resting your head against his shoulder and he lets his head loll to the side to look at you with a soft smile. “That was good.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and he smiles at the tired but content look in your eyes.

“That was phenomenal. Though a bit fast. Too fast. I’ll do better next time.” He promises, leaning his head forwards to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. You let out a satisfied hum before dropping your head back against his shoulder, cuddling closer as he moves his arm to wrap around you.

“Even if it was fast, it was still good.” You say before you both fall quiet, simply catching your breaths and enjoying the companionable silence that fills the air. Jimin likes this, the fact that he doesn’t feel the need to fill the dead air with noise.

He can enjoy the silence when he’s with you, and it makes him bite his lip as he wonders how to broach the subject he’d initially intended to when he’d asked you out tonight. Only you interrupt the quietness with a question he’d never expected to hear from you, causing his brows to raise.

“Do you resent her mom?” You ask quietly, tracing your fingers over the black outline of Jimin’s tattoo. “I mean, I know it’s a weird question to ask after what we’ve just done but, I’m just curious I guess. I can’t even imagine how much it must have hurt you.”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, contemplating his next words carefully. He’s not surprised you want to know as most people want to know about this aspect of his life. If there’s one thing Jimin had learnt over the years, it’s that people expect him to resent his ex for abandoning Eun-byeol and him.

Sighing deeply, he rests his cheek against your head and contemplates what to say for a moment. “A little. But I don’t let Eun-byeol see that. And I never will.”

You shift at that, sitting up slightly on an elbow to give him a confused expression that makes him want to just hold you tight and kiss away any concerns you may have. “Why not? I mean, not that you should. But...she left you and Eun-byeol. Abandoned you both to go have a life while relegating you to being stuck with a baby.”

Running his fingers through his sweaty hair, Jimin stays quiet. “Guys do it to girls all the time. And...I am. I’m mad at her for giving up so easily. I don’t know how she found it in herself to abandon Eun-byeol, as I’d do anything for my daughter. I’d kill for her, I’d die for her. So to know she just...doesn’t feel that? That she’s out there right now, living a life without knowing the beautiful happiness that is our daughter? That hurts.”

He swallows thickly, looking up at the ceiling while he plays with your fingers that rest on his chest almost absentmindedly. “But I try not to let it show. I don’t want Eun-byeol to grow up hating her mom. I mean...she already has to cope with the knowledge that her mom didn’t love her enough to stay. I don’t want to feed into any negative feelings. She should know that I love her, and that her mom just wasn’t ready to be a mom.”

You’re frowning at him and he knows that you’re trying to understand, that you’re trying so hard but you’re just not getting it. He doesn’t hold it against you, as it’s hard for him to understand too. Giving you a soft smile, he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“One day...her mom might come back and decide she wants to be in Eun-byeol’s life. If I had my way, then I’d make sure she never sees her again. I don’t see how she can abandon my baby girl through all the hard parts and then waltz in for the good. But that’s not my decision to make for Eun-byeol. That has to be her. So I don’t want to make her think negatively in case it impacts a possible future relationship with her mom. I want her to have that option.” He finishes, cupping your cheek and watching the tiny micro-expressions that flitter over your face with amusement.

Smiling at him, you lean forward and press the tiniest kiss to his nose. “You’re a wonderful man Park Jimin, you know that? Hard working, handsome, kind and a phenomenal father. How on earth did I ever manage to come across you?”

He laughs loudly at that, eyes creasing until he can barely even see which in turn causes you to giggle at him. “Well, see. My daughter and I come as a package deal. And usually people meet me first and my daughter second. You did it the other way round and didn’t run away like everyone else so...how could I let you go?”

Curling into the warmth of his side, he feels you smiling against his neck at his light teasing. Running his hand along your side, he pulls you tighter until he’s pressing kisses to your head. “I think I love you.” He whispers before he’s even realised, causing you to stiffen slightly in his arms.

Pulling away, you look at him wide eyes that are full of emotions he can’t recognise and he’s suddenly panicking. He hasn’t said those words to anyone other than Eun-byeol since his ex had left him. And this is certainly not how he expected to ask you to be his girlfriend.

Ask you to be his girlfriend, wait a month or so and then tell you he loves you. That was the right way to do things. But then again, when has Jimin ever done anything the right way in his life so far?

But instead of running away, your lips slowly turn up at the corners until he’s witnessing a full blown smile that makes his heart thump. He watches until he’s almost cross-eyed as you get closer, before your lips are pressed to his own and Jimin is practically melting at the feel of your soft skin against his own.

The two of you kiss slowly, his tongue sliding into your mouth unhurriedly and exploring with an ease that makes his stomach fizz with an excitement that’s nothing like the sensual feelings he’d felt earlier. It’s a few minutes later that you finally pull away from him, pressing one final kiss to him and he’s watching as you lick at the swollen flesh with a smirk.

“I think I could love you too Park Jimin. You and your beautiful little girl, if you’d consider possibly letting me into your little family.” Jimin watches you quietly for a moment, almost eyeing you to establish if you’re being truthful or not, even if that was what he was going to ask you earlier anyway.

You say nothing, understanding that this a turning point in the casual dating you’ve been doing for the past few months. Jimin had been going to ask you this anyway, but with it out in the open he’s suddenly nervous and unsure.

He knows that if he accepts your request, which was secretly his request, then his and Eun-byeol’s tiny world will be rocked in ways it never has before and that it has the potential to be devastating.

But it also has the potential to be beautiful, and he doesn’t see how he can deny himself happiness any longer. Which is why he’s nodding shyly, his smile almost reluctant. “I was going to ask you that earlier, it was the reason for the whole date but I’m obviously a coward.”

Your smile is immediate and huge, excitement causing you to let out a tiny squeal till he’s laughing softly. Tugging you into his arms, he holds you tightly to his chest and hopes that you can’t feel the racing of his heart or the shaking of his arms.

“But like...we take it slow yeah? Eun-byeol knows I like you and she’s given me permission to date you. But I’m not sure if she understands the difference between the concept of me dating and the actual reality of it? She’s only six and I’ve been her worl-” You cut off his rambling with a finger to his lips, smile softening your face until he’s simply staring at you with lovesick eyes.

“I get it Jimin. I’m not expecting her to start calling me mommy immediately. Or ever. We take everything as slow as you and Eun-byeol need okay? I’m happy to wait for you, as long as you’re happy to wait for me.”

Jimin watches you for a moment, quiet as his eyes scan over your face to try and detect if you’re just saying this because he’d asked. But he sees seriousness in every pore, and an expression that makes his heart twist and thump in ways it hasn’t done for years.

“Okay. Okay...yeah. Yeah, we’re...we’re gonna do this.” Your response is simply to smile before you press your lips to his once more. He lets you, fully enjoying the feel of you against him, while a strange mix of happiness and anticipation floods his veins at the frightening yet exciting life that has opened up to him now.

And for the fourth time in his life, Park Jimin’s world alters once more.

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