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“Jimin, baby, it’s time to wake up~” Yoongi caressed the boy’s chubby cheek with the back of a bent finger. “Wake up, my little one.”
Jimin squirmed in his crib, half batting away the invading hand, and half pushing his sleep marked face into it. Sunlight crept through his blinds and forced his body to come to terms with being awake. “Daddy,” Jimin whined to the older, clinging onto the hand trying to pull him from sleep. “‘M sleeby.”
“I know, baby. But, you have to eat breakfast now. I made chocolate chip pancakes.”
“Really?” He cracked open a single eye to peer up at Yoongi with hope. “For Minnie?”
“Yes,” Yoongi cooed, “for my precious Minnie. But only good boys get pancakes, so you have to wake up.”
“Mmmmm, but ‘m cozy…I eat in my crib? P’ease, daddy?”
Yoongi laughed quietly, “no, baby. C’mere and Daddy will get you cleaned up and changed.” He scooped the younger up out of his crib and carried him to the changing station. It was Saturday, their only full day off in weeks, meaning that it was their first time to settle into their roles completely. “What do you wanna wear today?”
“Hmm, daddy’s sweatshirt?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of things in your closet, little one.” Yoongi reminded him gently while collecting a fresh diaper and baby wipes from the storage unit.
“But, comfy.” Jimin jutted his bottom lip out, pulling his best puppy-dog eyes on the older.
“You have plenty of clothes, Jiminie-legs up, please.” He tugged off Jimin’s cowboy themed pj pants and then the wet diaper. He wrapped it up and tossed it into the waste bin near his feet. “Good Boy,” he praised the younger. Yoongi quickly wiped down Jimin’s crotch while he was distracted with picking out today’s outfit. He worked as fast as he could before a fuss could be kicked up and everything became twice as hard. Jimin was notorious for complaining and crying during diaper changes.
“Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
“Paci? Please?”
Yoongi smiled at his baby’s manners despite the sleep still very evident. “Sure, baby. Hold on.” He made his way back to the crib and scooped up Jimin’s beloved pacified that had fallen out of the boy’s mouth sometime during the night. “Here it is~”
“Tank you.” Jimin snatched the paci out of Yoongi’s hands with a bit too much force and popped the rubber piece into his mouth. The quiet sounds of suckling reached Yoongi’s ears.
“You’re welcome, my sweet boy. Now, do I have to pick your outfit out today?”
Jimin squirmed around on the table, but inevitably nodded his head at Yoongi. Yoongi sighed, but went to the closet full of colorful patterned clothes and odd assortment of onesies and dresses alike.
“Hmm, how about this?” Yoongi pulled out a bright yellow knit sweater with a big duck printed on the front and a pair of soft leggings that said ‘QUACK’ on the leg.
Jimin clapped his hands together, “yes! Duckies!”
“Okay, my little duck, I think we have a winner.” Yoongi gently tickled Jimin’s exposed stomach with his nose, peppering small kisses to the soft skin, and was rewarded with the endless giggles he loved so much. “Sit up, please.”
Yoongi tugged the oversized sweater over the younger’s head, “boop! There’s my favorite boy!” Jimin squealed happily, giggled muffled by his pacifier. Yoongi booped Jimin’s nose with his own before helping him down off the station. “Alright, you remember one leg and then the next. Don’t do two at the same time, my silly boy.”
“O’tay, Daddy.” Jimin’s tiny fists gripped Yoongi’s shirt for stabilization as there had been many incidents where the ground acquainted itself with Jimin. “One foot,” Jimin reminded himself and Yoongi guided one of his legs up in the air, “two foot.”
Yoongi smiled at the antics. “Good job, Baby!”
“T’anks,” Jimin snuggled into his daddy’s chest. He loved his ducky shirt-it was his favorite after all. Soft and yellow and fuzzy and his favorite animal! Ducks! That’s what his daddy called him: his little duck. “Love you, daddy.”
Yoongi smile widened even more. While his persona was often cold and admittedly a bit harsh, Jimin effortlessly cracked him open with those silly high-pitched giggles and sweater paws. It took years for them to get together, months before they finally mustered up the courage to talk about their private lives like that, but somehow they made it work. And now Yoongi had a perfect little boy to look after and adore with his entire heart.
“I love you more, my pretty duckling.” Yoongi brushed his thumb against the light blush on Jimin’s cheek, tracing the colors of his emotions adoringly. “Shall we eat breakfast now, baby?”
“Mhm! P’ease-“ Jimin gasped and dashed over to his crib, “Wait!” His little hands clung to the wooden rails as he peered into his sleeping space. “Forgot Mr. Snuggles! Can you get ‘im? P’ease?” Jimin could have easily gotten it himself, nearly the same height at Yoongi, but obviously only his daddy knew how to lower the side of the crib and scoop up his beloved stuffed animal.
“How silly of me. Cant believe we almost forgot Mr. Snuggles. Such a smart big for remembering.” Yoongi easily collected the animal off from the mattress, handing it down to Jimin. “There we go.”
Jimin squeezed the plush toy to his chest protectively. Mr. Snuggles was the first gift Yoongi ever got him after their relationship morphed into the one it was now. It was a baby blue elephant, with worn out ears from incessant chewing, and stubby little legs like Jimin’s.
“Okay, breakfast time, baby boy.” Yoongi offered his hand out to the younger who easily snatched it up greedily. They made their way to the kitchen (that smelled heavenly if you asked Jimin). A little transparent plastic plate with dividers so Jimin’s food wouldn’t touch each other was piled full of cut up strips of pancakes and sweet maple syrup. “Up ya go.” Yoongi plopped the younger into his high chair, snapping the buckles, and sliding in the tray.
Jimin rapped his hands against the white plastic in anticipation. Being in his high chair always meant good things. Although it du mean that Mr. Snuggles had to stay down on the table so he didn’t get dirty.
“Pancakes for you aaaand pancakes for daddy.”
Yoongi would kill a man just to see Jimin smile the way he did during moments like these; eyes crinkled into crescent moons and lips stretching across his cheeks. No matter how secretive they had to be or how many people would judge them for their lifestyle, Yoongi wouldn’t give it up for anything.