FOCUS-PJM✔️

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YUJIN POV

I watch as Jimin changes his son. He coos at him with a smile on his face. He seems happy with him no matter the circumstances. Even after he slobbed on his new Fear of God shirt.

Anything else getting on it would've annoyed him. Not when it comes to the baby though.

I was never one to take an interest in children. Not too much. I like kids that I can give back. Not ones that I'm stuck with. In other words, I would never choose to have kids of my own. That's a part of the reason why it was such a shock to me upon finding out that my boyfriend fathered a child.

It can't be given back.

My mind is eased a bit knowing that she won't have to constantly or consistently deal with the infant. We reside in two separate countries. I will have to see him, at most, three to six months at a time. If Amaria and Jimin decide to split the year with him, then six months. If it's only the summers, then three.

It doesn't seem too bad to me. But I would be lying if she said that seeing the way that he interacts with Kai doesn't make me want one of my own with him.

A cute child that my parents can be proud of and excited about. A baby that he will stay home to pay attention to and care for. One that Jimin will show affection to as well. Fatherhood suits him.

He would be a wonderful father to a child of mine just as he is to Amaria's. Maybe I will talk to him about it. Not right now but later on.

"Daddy loves you so much, Kailo. It makes my heart hurt." He picks the baby up and takes his bottle out of the warmer. He tests the temperature of it on the back of his hand before giving it to him. He talks to him as he eats.

Jimin walks around with him, swaying as he does so. It's an endearing sight. He's been playing with him all day. Their laughs have filled the house numerous times through the afternoon and evening.

When he's done feeding him, he burps on his own and Jimin makes a surprised face. "All by yourself? Pretty soon, you're not gonna need me to hold your bottle either. Stop growing. Give me a break, will ya? You're only seven months. Cool it."

He jokes with him. I think that at eight months old, he should know how to hold his own bottle already. Most babies do. But Amaria coddles him and breastfeeds so he isn't used to holding one. She's putting her child behind in development selfishly.

He and Jimin sit in the living room with me on the couch and he holds him in his lap so he can see the TV. Seeing their side profiles is crazy. Their eyes dart across the screen the same and everything.

"It's getting late. Are you going to give him a bath?"

"Not yet. He's going to poop again before he sleeps so I'm gonna wait. I don't want to risk him doing it in the tub because that's gross." He says as he smiles.

Why talking about a baby shitting in a tub makes him smile, I don't understand.

"You know his schedule really well."

"I'm trying to. I'm getting the hang of everything involving him. It isn't very difficult. It feels like second nature to me now. Amaria keeps me updated on things with him or if something changes or she makes a new discovery about him, she tells me. So there's nothing that I don't know about him now. Finally. And she's also going to call soon to say good night to him. So I'm trying to keep him up for that too."