masquerade//pjm

bonus: five

an// hi! i thought i'd write a little bonus of husband!jimin and pregnant!y/n :) just a small day in their life, freshly married and another little drabble of drunk jimin :) this is the last bonus part so i hope you enjoy!

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"Good morning." You let Jimin squeeze you for a moment as you ran a hand through his hair. He blinked up at you and you let out a sigh. He wrinkled his nose. "Your breath stinks, princess."

"Yours is worse." He smiled and pushed his face back into your neck for a few more minutes of sleep. "I have to go to work."

"Don't go."

"The bakery won't run itself, you know." He groaned again, pushing you into the mattress with his weight. "Jimin."

"Get Aunt Lina to go today." You slapped him in the shoulder and he sighed, pushing himself up on his elbows. "Kiss me."

"Are you going to sleep in?" He nodded and you smiled, pushing him back by the shoulders onto his own pillow. "Then no."

Jimin kicked his legs like a little kid as you got out of bed, stretching. "Why why why?"

"Because you get to sleep in and I don't." He pouted and you walked to the bathroom. He called out behind you.

"Then quit!"

"You quit!"

"Then who's gonna take care of my baby?" He got out of bed and opened the bathroom door. You put toothpaste on your brush and he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning." He rolled his eyes as you brushed your teeth.

"Not you." He rubbed your stomach. "I was talking to my child."

"I see." You spit out foam.

"The one I made."

"We know you made it."

"The one that's gonna love me more because I'm the cool parent." You rolled your eyes before bending down to wash your face. He watched you do so and waited for you to blot your face dry. He smiled when you put the towel away.

"What?" He shook his head.

"You look pretty."

You rolled your eyes and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him to it to do his business. Closing the door behind you, you headed straight for the kitchen to make some coffee. Decaffeinated because even though the doctor said you could have a cup a day, Jimin insisted you didn't.

You'd made him switch to decaf for the nine months too.

"Me too?" he asked. You nodded and started the machine up. You pointed to it.

"I'm going to get dressed-- watch it, okay?" He nodded and sat at the counter, pulling his phone out of his shorts' pockets.

By the time you'd gotten dressed and ready for work, he already had your coffee for you in a mug, bagel made and ready to eat. "Thank you," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso. Your face pressed into the back of the t-shirt he'd slept in and you sighed. "I gotta take it to go though."

"What?" he turned with a whine. "Already?"

"We open at eight." You gestured to the clock. "It's seven fifty-five." He sighed.

"Fine."

He followed you down the stairs to the shop. Lina had gifted you and Jimin the flat above the bakery for your wedding. It was a present larger than you'd expected, seeing as you and Jimin had been looking for places on your own. But this little place would do for a few months until you got settled. You'd keep looking until the baby was born.