Beomgyu is running around his old house like he was being chased. Today is TxT's concert and he can't be late, out of his days not this one but his Hyunie won't stop crying like a spoiled bitch.
He had everything ready in the living room. He still had almost an hour left before the concert starts and he's running around getting everything both him and Hyunie's needs because he won't leave the living room when the concert starts.
"Baby hush now! I'm coming, almost there." He shouted as he grabbed Hyunie's wet wipes before rushing back to the little baby who was crying so much begging for attention.
"Oh you clingy little Tyun, I just went to grab some wipes. You love me that much, hmm?" He said as he slowly carried it on his arms.
The baby hushed right away when he felt Beomgyu's warmth making Beomgyu smiled, almost letting out squeal because of his and little Taehyun's cuteness.
"You think Youngjae hyung is busy right now little one?" He asked the baby who was just staring at him probably wondering if his dad is stupid or overly stupid because it's obvious that the manager is busy.
"I know, I know. Stop looking at me like that, you're judging me so much Hyunie. I just thought maybe we could call him for a second you know to cheer him up." He said pinching the little one's nose but of course not hardly, he didn't want his baby to get hurt. Never ever.
"Or... maybe we should send him some pictures. Okay, okay, that sounds great!" He said cheerfully before walking to the nearest room which is now currently his little studio to grab a camera.
When the pregnancy started, he wished to stayed at his old or actually begged his parents because first of all he wanted to be alone with the kid. He wanna be the one taking care of the baby and although he cried couple of times because it's stressing, he is now slowly adjusting and getting used to it.
His parents gave him the entire place. It wasn't actually that far. In fact, it's just on the other side of the mansion. This is where he grew up and his favorite part of the house. It was like a house inside a house. It was on the second floor and it had everything.
A living room with glass walls surrounding it, connected directly to the kitchen with the kitchen counter being the barrier. It has three rooms which is perfect because Beomgyu used the other one as his studio since he can't now easily leave the house.
Their mansion is pretty much big. Well, that's probably an understatement because his studio slash office is also inside the premises including his parents as well. Since he can't leave the house due to his condition especially when he was a kid and had to strictly attend his treatments, his parents basically put everything inside the house so he won't get bored but he mostly stay in this part of the house because it has the nicest view. The city.
Today, the curtains were closed and the lights were dimmed so he could properly see everyone's faces on the screen.
He set up everything, setting it up using his tripod and then adjusted everything until it was the perfect lights and angles.
"Hold this for me Hyunie!" He slowly and gently gave the baby the lightstick which Hyunie grabbed and wiggled it curiously causing Beomgyu to giggled.
He was kneeling in the cloud sofa while he carried Hyunie in a different way. The baby's back was on his chest as he hold him up on his bum as if he was sitting with back leaning against his daddy's chest.
He's almost four months so he kind of like can cary his head already. They were wearing a matching designs. Beomgyu brought one Txt's merchandise, a simple white large hoodie that's a little big bigger on his size which he was trying to achieve and the baby was wearing the same color sweater and Beomgyu customized the design making it similar to what he is wearing.
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Take Away || TaeGyu
FanfictionWhat is sad is that he already know that any minute someone might take away everything from him but what broke him is that he felt like he was taken away already even if he still wasn't.