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Project Family Time: MarkMin {Request}

▹request acc: MarkedYourHearts
▹prompt: Mark is a mafia boss and has been so busy he's barely bonded with his son, so Jaemin makes him spend a whole day with the baby while he's out with his friends.
▹word count: 5820
▹warnings: brief mentions of drugs, violence, basically gang stuff

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"You're insufferable." Jaemin huffs, rolling over on the bed so his back faces his husband. He struggles with the duvet for several seconds but eventually manages to bury himself under the thick warmth it provides, letting his eyes fall closed to chase sleep once more. His limbs are lethargic, sink into the mattress.

The curtains drape all the way to the floor and Mark tugs them open to allow a stream of light to invade the room through the impressive floor-to-ceiling window. It highlights just how enormous their bedroom is. Their bed has plenty of space for the two of them, and their wardrobe spans an entire wall. Needless to say, the two of them are rich, Mark's job bringing in wad after wad of cash each week, no exceptions. Jaemin pulls the duvet over his head and groans when the light reaches his face.

"You have to get up, baby." Mark strokes the tuft of Jaemin's hair that pokes out from under the covers, and the younger can tell just from his tone that he's smiling at his stubbornness. "Don't you have plans with your friends today?"

Jaemin cracks an eye open and squints up at Mark, who laughs at his knotted hair and kisses his dry lips anyway as a bribe for the younger to listen to him. Instead, his plan backfires when Jaemin wraps his arms around the back of his neck and tugs him down onto his chest, deepening the kiss and mumbling about how he wants to stay in bed all day. Mark is about to comply when a piercing wail makes them both snap their eyes open and sit up in a daze.

"Seems like I gotta go see my other baby." Jaemin winks and steps into his fluffy slippers, always awake when it comes to their crying son, and grabs his dressing gown from the back of the door to cover his bare chest. Mark traipses down the hallway after him and winces as the cries get louder. He's never been particularly good around children.

Their baby's face is red and his fists are clenched as he kicks his legs out, wailing for someone to soothe him. He ceases his tantrum at the sight of his parents in the doorway, only to let out softer cries when Jaemin holds him tight to his chest. Mark takes a hold on his husband's waist to peer at their son over his shoulder.

"Good morning, baby Jisungie." Jaemin coos. He lets Jisung wrap a weak fist around one of his fingers and presses a kiss to his forehead, just beneath the sprouting dark curls of hair. "Did you have a nice sleep?"

Jisung only started sleeping alone in his bedroom two weeks ago, and the couple are gradually weaning him off night-feeding. It's been a long journey, and each evening it's only a matter of time before their son howls for Jaemin's presence. He's still tiny, but his lungs are strong enough for his cries to fill their entire mansion with ease. In his spacious room, his sobs seem echo, rebounding off the toy boxes and play mat and starry mobile.

Jaemin paces around the room to rock Jisung into serenity once more. Mark watches in amazement.

"How do you do that?" He whispers when Jaemin offers the baby to him, afraid to speak too loud and distress Jisung again.

"Instinct, I guess. And a lot of practice." Jaemin mutters as he twists the wedding ring around his finger with a certain edge, as though expecting Mark to drop the poor child.

Mark is cautious when he bundles his son into his arms. He doesn't hold him like this particularly often. Jaemin is always the one to comfort him and feed him and change his diapers and play with him and, well... spend time with him. Mark's always busy. Day in, day out, he's barking orders down the phone in his office, or punching away at his keyboard, or even driving halfway across the country for whatever his latest... project is.