I interrupt my temp hiatus to post a short Jearmin thing I wrote for dates-at-the-zoo's hot dad Jean AU, which I can't stop thinking about despite the fact that I'm supposed to be studying. If I fail my exams I blame you and your fantastic headcanons
After a few days of working with him, you’ve started to like your nanny.
He works harder than any other nanny you’ve ever had, and Marco, usually shy around new people, has really taken a liking to him. Whenever you drive Armin home, Marco tells you about the incredibly fun things they’d done that day. Armin also has a nice smile and easygoing nature, which you appreciate after a hard day of work.
After a few weeks of working with him, you know you really like your nanny.
He’s got a lot of interesting things to say, and is particularly mature for someone who should be out drinking and partying all day long like his peers are. You found this out once you checked on him and Marco one day and got roped into playing cars with them. Eventually he started staying later and later until one night you were conversing with him into the early hours of the morning and by then it was too late to drive him home, so you offered to let him sleep in one of your guest rooms. You’re not sure why (or at least you like to pretend you’re not), but you didn’t get much sleep that night.
You’ve come to realize that Armin’s got an almost feminine face, with soft features framed by his silky hair, but is decidedly masculine in his demeanor and the way in which he presents himself. You watch him pick up Marco effortlessly and balance him on his hip, and you decide that you really like the way he looks when carrying your son.
After a few months of working with him, you’ve come to depend on your nanny.
He spends the night at your house more often than not, really, and you delight in the fact that he’s got a ton of clothes in your guest room. Whenever you do drive him back to his house (which is shitty, run-down, and rented with two of his other friends), his roommate glares at you like you’ve been stealing Armin away. You have, of course, but Armin has assured you multiple times that he likes your and Marco’s company.
You offer Armin a drink one night after Marco’s put to sleep, and he laughs and reminds you that he’s not legally able to yet. You know perfectly well what his age is, as you’ve started to chant it in your head like a mantra. You think his laugh is really cute. You repeat his age to yourself.
It’s when Armin and Marco are eating popsicles one afternoon, and you know that Armin doesn’t really have to be there because he’s not scheduled for these hours but he’s there anyway, that you cross the line you’d both been dancing around. As he’s eating the popsicle a bit of the blue liquid dribbles down his chin, and before he has a chance to wipe it away himself you’ve reached over and cupped his face in your hands. You both freeze, eyes on each other and your thumb still on his lip.
His age runs through your mind like a prayer. His name runs through your mind like a sin.
After spending some time with him, you’ve fallen in love with your nanny.
