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he hates her: Jimin🖤

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this is basically just Jimin being your husband that dislikes your mother lol (but not really ofc because Jimin will never marry you) - ANYWAYS.

comedy, bickering, dilf Jimin, short chapter.
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It was 5 hours after the 12 pm strike had hit and since you could both really use it - you and your husband had decided that having a great nap before getting prepared for the night would make sense.

Besides the fact that you were both extremely tired - you had a two month old baby boy. Since he was so young he didn't cause the extra trouble that a toddler would. All he did was laugh, eat and sleep. Just as babies did.

But still, you had to watch after him and supply him with proper care because of that. He was a baby.

About an hour into the nap you had been woken up by a loud scream. Crying. You opened your eyes in an instant, looking over at your husband who was laying down snoring lousy.

You sighed and sat up on the bed, rubbing your eyes. You knew it was your baby boy and you just assumed he was hungry so you took your time getting up, stretching your limbs.

You then made it downstairs to fetch one of his bottles and pour him up some breast milk (you chose to breastfeed because your mother said it would be safer for the baby) — before going back up to his nursery.

"There there, my little pumpkin. Mommy's here." You sang as you entered the animal themed nursery.

Jimin and a few of his friends (your son's uncles) had worked hard to paint and build up everything in the nursery. It was beautiful and carefully thought out. Not to mention, expensive.

"I'm here, y/s/n — WHAT THE FUCK?!" You yelled, dropping the bottle and picking your baby boy up from the nursery.

He was a screaming mess as you examined him, holding him up like Rafiki did Simba on that one Lion King scene.

"What the hell is this?" You whimpered in distaste, looking around your son's onesie to see a white - kind of light pinkish substance smeared on it.

You sighed as fear overcame you. You were confused seeing as this had never happened to him before.

You left the room with your baby boy in your hands, rushing into you and Jimin's master bedroom. You then hopped on the bed, carelessly jumping on Jimin as you hit his chest repeatedly to wake him up.

"Ah, ah , why the fuck are you hitting me?" Jimin grunted, opening his eyes and looking up at you.

You gestured your your baby.

"J-Jimin, it's y/s/n. Look at his shirt." You held your baby with care as you got off of Jimin and sat next to him on the couch.

Jimin groaned, sitting up in bed. He looked over at your son who was no longer crying but instead looking around. Lost.

"Give him here." Jimin said.

You carefully reached him the baby. Jimin held him in his arms, supporting his head as he cooed down at the little human.

"What's wrong with him?" He asked you in genuine confusion.

"Look at his onesie." You nibbled on your nails as you looked down at the baby.