synopsis → your son wakes you up at 4 in the morning and shares his odd choice of a first word in which he learned from the both of you.
word count → 0.5k.
a/n → is this extremely short ?? absolutely. i really suck at writing fluff.
“Junwon~! (Son’s Name) is crying. Go check on him. It’s your turn anyway,” You whined, covering your head with one of the many pillows of your shared bed.
Junwon huffed, opening his eyes and throwing the duvet off of him and stumbling out of bed and sluggishly walking across out of the room and across the hall to a blue nursery.
The both of you were very new parents. Your son, S/N, had just turned 10 months old just a few weeks ago. Though you were very new parents, you’ve known Junwon since you were kids. He was your childhood friend and enemy, frenemy.
Your relationship was, to say this least, complicated. For years and years your relationship with Junwon consisted of you hated him but also needing him sometimes and vice versa. But somewhere near your high school days, something had changed in the both of you. Junwon had fallen for you, and you had fallen for him.
After an accidental confession, the two of you began dating. After 4 years of dating, the two of you had gotten married. You had followed him to Korea for him to follow his music dream. You took up a job as an English school teacher at a primary school.
You were proud of him for living his dream. All you wanted was for him to be happy. It always made you happy to see him smiling.
Sometime after, you discovered that you were pregnant. The both of you were extremely happy about your first child. Nine months later, your healthy baby boy was born.
You loved your son more than anything, as did Junwon. But damn did he cry a lot. S/N was a crier. Almost ten times a day, crying from the moment he wakes up in the morning until the moment he sleeps. No one wanted to hear crying at 4 in the morning.
Junwon stumbled into S/N’s dark room, tripping over a small toy. He quickly kicked the toy away, holding onto the bottom of his foot, “Damnit!”
“Damnit!”
He froze hearing a small voice repeat his words. It had hit him S/N had stopped crying and now stood up in his crib, staring at his father with a smile. His tiny hands gripping tightly onto the sides, mouth agape.
“S/N, did you...did you just say your...first word?” Junwon questioned, lowering his foot back to the floor.
S/N giggled, repeating himself, “Damnit!”
Junwon gasped, hearing your voice from down across the hall, back in your shared room, “Junwon? Is S/N okay?”
“He’s just fine. He may or may not have said his first word...”
Your eyes shot up, as you jumped out of bed, rushing to the room, stepping on the same toy that Junwon did a few minutes ago. You let out a pained grunt, cursing a lot, “GOD DAMNIT!”
“Damnit!”
Your head snaps to your son who has a devilish look in his eyes with a smile as bright as the sun. “S/N, don’t say that. That’s a bad word.”
“I think he likes watching us get hurt,” Junwon pointed out with a chuckle.
You sighed, picking S/N up and placing him on your hip, “Great, my baby is a sadist. He’s not even a year old yet! I can’t believe his first word was a curse word.”
“Well you do have quite the colorful choice of words,” Junwon teased.
You growled, pointing at him, “You said damnit first! It’s 4 in the morning! I do not need this. I have work in a few hours. Fuck!”
“FUCK!”
“S/N, no!”
