Heyy can you Maybe make pt2 of the jiyong story about the twin boys. Like when they are Born or maybe when the twins are like 5/6 something like that and how jiyong is with them.
Hi, my dear! Thank you so much for this request. It’s probably the sweetest soft and fluffy thing I’ve written so far, so I really hope you’ll enjoy it 🩵
About Story: Years after learning you were having twin boys, Jiyong comes home from tour to the family he was once terrified he wouldn’t know how to raise. Between sleepy morning chaos, breakfast, painted sneakers, bedtime stories and quiet confessions in bed, he realizes that the life he feared has become his whole universe... Pairing: Jiyong (G-Dragon) x Reader (established relationship) Word Count: 2,998 | Oneshot / Sequel to Soft in a Hard World Content Note: Post-tour reunion, parenthood, twin boys, domestic fluff, emotional healing, soft intimacy, family bonding, hurt/comfort undertones
Read Soft in a Hard World first for context
There had been peace in the penthouse for a long time, but now your trained ears catch quiet whispering and chirping, and it immediately grabs your attention. You put down the book you’ve been reading on the coffee table and slowly walk into the hallway leading to your bedroom. Kian and Kion are standing in front of the bedroom, trying to discuss something very quietly, which in reality isn’t quiet at all.
“What kind of mischief are you two planning here?” you whisper as you come closer and crouch down beside them, as if you want to become part of their secret little club. “It’s early. Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
“You’re not sleeping either, eomma,” Kian says, and Kion nods in agreement. “We wanted to see if appa is awake already,” he adds right away, explaining this whole gathering taking place in front of your bedroom door.
“Appa needs to sleep. He worked a lot and you need to let him rest,” you explain patiently, even though you know it’s pointless, because you can’t negotiate with the twins as well as Jiyong can.
“But he promised he’d play with us first thing this morning, and it’s already morning,” Kion protests a little too loudly, forcing you to press your index finger to his lips so you don’t wake Jiyong.
“He’ll play with you as soon as he rests. I’m sure he will.”
“Maybe he’s already awake... Can we check, please?” Kian asks, and you know that if you don’t let them, they’ll spend the whole day standing by the bedroom door, because they’re both incredibly persistent and patient, which is yet another trait they inherited from Jiyong.
“Fine, but we’ll only peek in, and if he’s sleeping, we’ll let him sleep,” you agree after a moment and slowly open the bedroom door, which swings open with a soft creak. Kian and Kion immediately step over the threshold. The bedroom is drowned in dim light and pleasantly warm. Only Jiyong’s head is sticking out from under the blanket, and at first glance, it really does look like he’s asleep.
You glance back and forth between Jiyong and the twins, already deciding to end this little performance and let Jiyong sleep, when Jiyong suddenly speaks in his hoarse, sleepy voice.
“I can hear you…”
“Appa!” the twins shout almost in unison and throw themselves onto the bed toward Jiyong like an avalanche. With mild concern for Jiyong’s health, you watch the bed dip under the twins’ attack while Jiyong, still half asleep, tries to protect his stomach and head from these relentless little warriors.
“Oh God...” Jiyong groans when Kion accidentally tumbles into his arms in an unguarded moment. “You’re my happiness, aren’t you?” he mutters once he manages to calm the twins down and pull them into his arms, tucking one on each side. It’s not as easy as it used to be. The twins are growing like weeds, and they’re going to start school soon. “I hope you didn’t give eomma any trouble while I was gone. You know what you both promised me, right?” Jiyong says, giving both of them a meaningful look with one eyebrow raised.
“We didn’t! We were good!” Kian says seriously, adding a firm nod to give his words proper weight.
“Well, I’ll have to ask eomma about that…” Jiyong says with a smile, finally moving his sleepy gaze to you where you’re still standing in the doorway.
The sight of those three in the messy sheets is the most perfect thing life could’ve ever given you. Jiyong was gone for a long time because of his tour, and now you finally have all three of them home. All of them with you again. This is the home you’ll always want to come back to, no matter where in the world you are.
Jiyong is the most amazing dad you could’ve ever imagined for the twins. Despite everything you went through from the beginning of your pregnancy, all the questions you asked yourselves and all the questions you were afraid to ask out loud, Jiyong is the most loving father in the world. You want to lock this image in your mind forever…
“…right, eomma?”
You blink a few times before your thoughts return to the bedroom again. “Of course,” you answer, even though you didn’t actually hear what Kion asked you. “I’m going to make something good for breakfast,” you add before stepping away from the bedroom doorway to give the three of them some space.
The twins may not have shown it very often, but they really did miss Jiyong, because you were always very careful and watched their wild games with fear in your chest, especially when the living room turned into an unconquerable fortress and more than once a pillow landed on your head when you came in to tell them dinner was ready. These crazy things were simply something only Jiyong could pull off. He could always entertain the twins in the most creative ways whenever he was home.
You don’t overthink breakfast too much and make scrambled eggs with toast, cutting up some vegetables to go with it. You smile when you hear soft, bare footsteps on the floor behind you.
“Good morning again, beautiful,” he says against your ear, and right after that, Jiyong’s arms wrap around your waist. He presses a gentle kiss to your ear and rests his chin on your shoulder.
“Good morning,” you answer quietly with a laugh, still focusing on cutting the vegetables.
“I’m so glad I’m back with you all again... with you,” Jiyong murmurs tiredly but contentedly as he brushes his temple against your cheek, then buries his face in your neck and exhales in relief.
“We’re really glad you’re home with us again too,” you say, picking up a piece of chopped bell pepper and holding it to Jiyong’s mouth. “Open,” you say, and Jiyong laughs as he eats the piece of pepper you’re offering him. Before you return to cutting, you press a kiss to his cheek. Jiyong’s hands begin to gently stroke your sides, slowly pushing your T-shirt up.
“Ji, come on, the boys could come in any second,” you mumble, but you put the knife down and turn to face him. You run the fingers of both hands through his messy hair and watch him for a moment.
“Come here,” he says with a conspiratorial smile, already pulling you by the hand toward the bathroom, where he safely locks the door behind you.
“What are you doing, Jiyong?” you roll your eyes, but you can’t hold back a laugh.
“Shhh,” Jiyong says, placing his index finger against your lips before replacing it with his lips. “I need at least a moment of privacy without two curious pairs of eyes…” he mutters as his lips touch your neck, and you close your eyes in pleasure, letting out a soft sigh. His hands glide gently over your lower back beneath the fabric of your T-shirt, dangerously close to the waistband of your sweatpants.
“Jiyong…” you breathe into his ear, running your fingers through his hair. “We shouldn't be doing this right now, because—”
“Appa! Are you eating candy in there?” one of the twins calls from right outside the door, while you both hear the other twin running toward the bathroom too.
“No, Kian, we’re not eating any candy in here,” Jiyong says calmly while resting his forehead against your shoulder and laughing softly. “Although, actually…” Jiyong mutters quietly enough for only you to hear as his hands slide down to your backside and squeeze firmly. You can’t help laughing under your breath either, and you gently stroke Jiyong’s hair.
“Looks like your plan didn’t work... maybe next time,” you wink at Jiyong as you finally unlock the bathroom door, and the twins burst in after you, looking for any candy wrappers, but finding nothing...
Jiyong sits down on the edge of the bathtub, and the last thing you see before leaving the bathroom and going back to the kitchen is him shaking his head, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tries not to laugh.
You return to cutting the vegetables, and Jiyong starts setting plates on the table once all three of them follow you back into the kitchen after a while. Jiyong is wearing a clean shirt, but his hair is sticking out in every direction after the twins’ attack, which makes you guess some kind of secret battle happened in the bathroom while they were washing their hands and brushing their teeth.
You watch them from the kitchen counter as they all sit down at the table, and Jiyong begins preparing their plates with absolute, natural ease. He used to be so afraid that he wouldn’t know how to raise sons. He was afraid of expectations and the pressure of society. And now? Now he’s the gentlest and most amazing dad. He’s a safe haven for the twins, a place where they can cry without shame, laugh, goof around and be themselves. All those fears really were unfounded. Jiyong doesn’t shape the boys into any mold or into society’s expectations. He simply gives them space to grow.
“Alright, boys,” Jiyong says once he finishes his last bite of toast and claps his hands. “I promised you I had something for you. Ready?”
The twins bounce excitedly in their chairs as Jiyong walks into the hallway and pulls a large bag with four boxes from the closet. Each box holds one pair of completely clean, snow-white canvas sneakers, and from the bottom of the closet, he pulls out two large boxes full of colorful fabric markers, different patches, shoelaces, sequins and all kinds of other things.
Jiyong lifts one sneaker into the air. “These sneakers are still boring, so how about we each make our own?” he says with a smile, looking at you, and you immediately shake your head.
“No, no, no,” you say, shaking your head as you lift your hands in a defensive gesture. “I’m nowhere near as artistic as the three of you, so I’ll just supervise and then clean up the mess you leave behind.”
“Eomma, you have to paint with us!” the twins plead in unison, furrowing their brows in protest because you’re trying to ruin appa’s genius plan. Jiyong gives the boys a conspiratorial smile and walks over to you to place your sneakers into your hands. “You can’t just leave your sneakers plain white…” he whispers, winking at you. He ignores your next protests and already starts leading you by the hand into the middle of the living room, where only a moment ago he spread a large plastic tarp directly over the carpet.
He leads you between the twins, and you sit down cross-legged, staring at the white sneakers resting in your lap. In the end, you can’t hold back a laugh, shake your head and give up your protests. You all sit on the floor in a circle, with markers in the middle, and a pleasant, focused silence settles over the living room, broken only by the scratching of marker tips against the fabric of the sneakers.
You watch Jiyong as his artistic soul comes alive, and with absolute precision and ease, he draws his signature daisy with one missing petal on the side of his sneaker, then adds abstract strokes of yellow and green.
For a moment, you doubt your own abilities, but when you see all three of them drawing with such focus and excitement, completely lost in their imagination, you reach for a deep purple, blue and yellow marker and start drawing. Under your hands, a deep, imaginary universe full of tiny silver stars begins to appear, and later you add a few colorful imaginary planets that come to mind. Jiyong keeps watching you the whole time with a warm look in his eyes, while the boys excitedly comment on each other’s creations.
At one point, Kian’s hand slips and he draws a thick black zigzag line across the side of the shoe, cutting through the car he was trying to paint. Kian freezes, his forehead creasing, and tears begin to fill his eyes. “I ruined it…” he says sadly, placing the marker back into the box between you, deciding he doesn’t want to paint anymore.
Jiyong immediately reaches out to him. “You didn’t ruin anything,” he says, taking the shoe into his hand and holding it out so Kian can see it too. “See? That line looks like lightning. What if we turn the car into a super-fast lightning car?”
After a moment, a smile appears on Kian’s face again. He wipes the tear running down his cheek with his sleeve and reaches into the box for a yellow marker so he can transform the black line into lightning.
“See?” Jiyong nods approvingly. “Always remember that every mistake can be the beginning of a new idea. And that’s true for everything you’ll ever do in life,” Jiyong says, and you just can’t help but be amazed by how naturally he’s able to pass on these deep thoughts, with such effortless ease…
***
The day slips by far too quickly. Your sneakers dry out on the terrace, so in the evening you’re finally able to try them on, and the twins run around the whole penthouse in them, screaming with excitement. A deep darkness starts settling outside the windows, and the true peace of home fills your apartment.
The boys are already in their pajamas, and after the long day, you finally make your way into the bedroom and collapse onto the bed. You curl up under the blanket and leave only the bedside lamp on. You listen to the muffled sounds coming from the children’s room next door. As usual, the boys managed to convince Jiyong to tell them a bedtime story, and he agreed without protest.
You lie there, staring at the ceiling, smiling at the thought of what Jiyong’s incredible imagination has created for them tonight. Jiyong doesn’t read books to the boys because the boys want their dad’s imagination. You know you could never come up with stories like his because you don’t have that wild, colorful imagination he carries inside him.
Right now, he’s probably sitting between their beds, spinning a story in his head full of magical animals or giant robots flying between the stars. He’s definitely found a way to weave in the sky, constellations, or mythical dragons, the kind of things the boys love listening to so much. Jiyong’s bedtime stories simply have no limits and no rules. They’re like his music, unpredictable, fascinating and full of details. Through the wall, you can hear the boys excitedly adding their own ideas, calling things out, and Jiyong is patiently weaving every single one of them into the story. It’s their shared ritual, their little world that only the three of them have access to.
After a while, the noise fades and absolute silence takes its place. The bedroom door opens quietly and Jiyong steps inside. He lets out a relaxed breath, strips down to his boxers, and climbs under the blanket beside you. You thought that after a long tour and a whole day spent with the twins, he’d fall asleep from exhaustion right away, but instead, Jiyong is filled with a strange kind of energy from finally being home.
He immediately curls up against you, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. He buries his face in your neck and breathes in your scent deeply, and you feel his lips brush against your skin in a quiet but incredibly warm kiss.
“I missed you. For weeks, all I kept waiting for was the moment I could hide beside you like this.”
“I missed you too, Ji,” you whisper, pressing yourself even closer to him. With one hand, you start gently stroking his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, the beat you missed through so many nights when you had to fall asleep alone. Jiyong places his palm on your back and starts rubbing your back in slow circles. After a moment, he pulls back slightly so he can look at you.
“Do you know what I was thinking about today, when we were all sitting in the living room?” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with his fingers.
“What were you thinking?”
“About how scared I was back then… When we first found out they were boys, I felt completely lost. I couldn’t imagine raising sons at all. I had so many of my own hang-ups, so many fears about what this world would expect from them and from us. And now? Now I can’t imagine a single second of my life without them and without you…”
You smile, tilt your head back and kiss his neck. “I know... I know how much you were fighting with yourself back then…”
“I was crazy,” he mutters, kissing you on the lips. “They’re so incredibly pure, and there’s so much joy inside them… I think they teach me far more about life than I teach them.”
“You’re everything to them… You’re exactly the dad they need.”
Jiyong lets out a quiet, content breath, pulls you close again, and this time you rest your head on his chest and place your hand on his stomach. Jiyong keeps one hand behind his head while the other strokes your hair.
“Today, you painted the most beautiful universe with planets on those sneakers… I was thinking while I watched you, and my whole universe is in this bed and in the room next door. I have absolutely everything I’ve ever wanted, and I don’t have to search for anything anymore…” he murmurs just before his hand slowly stops stroking your hair, as he drifts off to sleep, and maybe in his dreams, he’s replaying the whole day that reminded him he’s the happiest man in the universe…
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