hi hi, wanted to ask…maybe a p2 of yn!singlemom and jeongin but some time after? like them living together and lots of domesticity and fluff💕💕 tysmm i loved it!
summary: Jeongin gently weaves himself into yn and her son Minho’s everyday life, turning ordinary moments into family, until love between them becomes undeniable.
words: 1.2k
genre: fluff, just love!
Part one here but can also be read individually
Morning sunlight filtered through thin curtains on the open window, painting the small apartment in gold. The smell of coffee drifted from the streets, mingling with faint cars and chirping birds.
Yn stirred awake slowly, her heart giving that familiar flutter when she realized the bed beside her wasn’t empty. Jeongin was already up, wearing one of his loose hoodies, hair sticking up in soft tufts. He looked so at ease as he traced random pattern over her skin with his big hands. Humming under his breath he was content with just being here. With just existing next to her.
“Morning noona.” He mumbled lazy as he noticed her eyelids threading to shut close again. His voice was thick with sleep making her stomach flutter.
“Morning” she nuzzled deeper into his embrace, enjoying the feel of his arms tightening around her securely. She pressed a drowsy kiss to his temple. Then instead of words a yawn escaped her lips.
Jeongin chuckled “My little sleepyhead.” and squeezed her even tighter. “Rest some more, okay? I'll make breakfast for when you wake up." She simply nodded too tired and worn out by the busy week to protest. And with that yn drifted back to sleep.
As she finally woke up for good Jeongin stood at the stove, humming quietly while he flipped pancakes in the pan. Minho sat on the counter beside him, kicking his legs, holding the whisk in his tiny hand. He beamed like helping make breakfast was the most important job in the world.
When yn padded into the room, still drowsy and dressed in one of Jeongins big hoodies Minho’s eyes lit up.“Mommy! Hyung says I’m the best helper! Look!” He proudly held up a bowl of slightly lumpy batter. Jeongin laughed, leaning over to peck the top of Minho’s head before glancing at her. It was so ordinary, yet her chest ached with the quiet fullness of it.
As all the pancakes were placed on a stack Minho rushed clumsily to set the table. Meanwhile, Jeongin rummaged through the cabinets. But he searched in vain. “Shoot! We ran out of syrup!"
And because pancakes can’t be eaten without syrup, they all slipped into their coats and shoes and stepped out onto the calm street. The next store was only a few minutes away so they quickly crossed through the streets spreading love and cheerfulness. Something like grocery shopping that had once felt like a chore turned into an adventure.
Once inside the local supermarket Jeongin pushed the cart while Minho stood inside it, “steering” dramatically. Yn followed behind with her arms folded, pretending to scold but unable to stop her smile.
“Hyung, faster!” Minho demanded, his laughter ringing through the aisle. “Faster? You’ll get us kicked out,” Jeongin teased, but he jogged a few steps anyway, making Minho shriek with delight.
When they reached the produce section, Yn picked up apples while the others argued seriously about which cereal was superior. She watched her two boys smiling softly because these moments, lazy and mundane and ridiculous, were her source of happiness.
~☆~
The rain came out of nowhere, pounding against the windows in sheets. Yn had been stuck in a late meeting at work, glancing anxiously at the clock every five minutes.
Minho hated storms, and today she couldn’t be there when school ended. At least not if all those idiots couldn’t get to their point. Maybe if she rushed she would only be a few minutes late. Her heart twisted with guilt at the thought of leaving her son waiting in front of the school. Rain pouring down on his scared and trembling form.
By the time the meeting eventually came to an end she raced out of the building and to her car. Her clothes drenching in the downpour. She took a rushed seat behind her stearing wheel as her phone buzzed in her hand.
Jeongin☆: Picked up our little guy. He’s safe. Take your time and get home to us safe, noona.
Her breath caught at the words. Our little guy. Jeongin had picked him up? Warmth seeped through her body, making her forget about the clam clothes hugging her body.
When she reached her apartment, the first thing she heard was warm laughter. The low rumble of Jeongin’s voice mixing with Minho’s squeaky giggles. She froze in the doorway, letting the scene soak into her heart. Letting herself be consumed by all the love she felt for these two boys. Jeongin was sitting cross-legged on the floor, Minho tucked firmly in his lap, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket like a cocoon.
The storm raged outside, thunder rolling deep and loud, but Minho didn’t flinch. His little hands were busy holding a paper boat Jeongin had helped him fold.
“See? If we were pirates, we’d be sailing right through this storm,” Jeongin said with mock seriousness, steering the paper boat across the coffee table.
“No storm could stop us.”Minho giggled, leaning back against him. “And you’d be the captain, hyung?”
Jeongin grinned, hugging him closer. “Of course. But only if you’re my first mate. Every captain needs his right-hand man.” Minho’s smile stretched wide, ecstatic and proud at the same time, as though being allowed to be next to Jeongin in this imaginary scenario was like winning the lottery.
Yn felt her throat tighten, the sting of tears blurring her vision. Jeongin ment so much to her. But not only to her. For Minho, he was like the puzzle piece on the edge that went missing. It wasn’t exactly necessary to look at the still beautiful picture stuck together piece by piece but the moment it was tugged into his designated space everything felt complete.
For so long, she’d carried every fear, every late pickup, every storm on her own. And now, here was Jeongin, filling the spaces she couldn’t always cover, steadying her son in a way that wasn’t loud or flashy but constant. Like the father he always missed.
Later that night, when Minho was tucked safely into bed, yn leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Jeongin rinse out the cups they’d used for cocoa.“Thank you... for everything.” she mumbled.
He glanced over at her, brow furrowed at the tears still clinging unconsciously to her lashes.“You don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly. “He’s not just your responsibility anymore. He’s mine, too.”
The weight of his words settled deep into her bones, not heavy but grounding. And at that moment, yn realized Jeongin hadn’t just stepped into her life as a visitor, not as a temporary comfort, but as something lasting. A father figure. A safe harbor for them both.
She crossed the room, slipped her hand into his, and whispered the words that had been building in her chest for weeks maybe months. "I love you.”
Jeongin squeezed her hand gently, eyes shining with quiet certainty. “I love you more.”