❃ 𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ❃
❛Ours isn't a fairytale love, baby.❜
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New Year's or no New Year's, the infamous Jungkook had somehow found his way onto everybody's lips again. He always did.
But this time, it wasn't because of...
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"God, she's breathtaking," Seokjin whispered, his eyes fixed on the sleeping beauty in the crib.
"Yeah, she is," Namjoon agreed, resting his chin on Seokjin's shoulder.
"And so pretty," Seokjin added dreamily, his soft tone making Namjoon's heart melt.
Unable to resist, Namjoon wrapped his arm around Seokjin's waist and pressed a gentle kiss just below his ear, humming contentedly. "Very, very pretty," he echoed, his smile deepening as his lunar-shaped dimples appeared. He shifted his gaze to Seokjin, completely captivated by the moment.
Namjoon sighed softly, fully immersed in the tenderness of it all until Seokjin suddenly squealed, "And oh, so tiny!" breaking the quiet with a playful chuckle.
The noise disturbed the little girl, causing her to stir in her sleep. Her eyelids crinkled, and her pink lips turned into a frown, a clear sign she was about to wake. Namjoon was promptly jabbed in the ribs for his part in the disturbance.
"Shut your mouth, Joon. You'll wake her!" Seokjin scolded, his voice low but sharp.
"Says the one who squeaks every word," Namjoon retorted.
"You're blaming me?"
"Look, she's staring at us," Namjoon said, patting Seokjin on the shoulder and gesturing toward the infant. The little girl was indeed watching them. Seokjin's stern expression softened when he noticed the hint of fear in her wide eyes, unfamiliar with the faces before her. Wanting to soothe her, he bent down closer.
"Hi, baby, we're not going to hurt you," Seokjin murmured, his voice gentle as he placed his large fingers on her tiny cheek and stroked it tenderly. He felt the soft puffs of air from her nose and the warmth in them. She seemed to sense the same warmth in his touch, instinctively reaching out to grasp his finger.
Seokjin's curved lashes fluttered as his eyes lit up with delight at the baby's touch. He extended his hand, gently caressing her soft, puffy cheek. Her skin, delicate as cotton, felt impossibly fragile. Though her tiny palm was smaller than anything Seokjin had ever held, her grip around his finger was surprisingly strong, amusing him. With a quiet laugh, Seokjin allowed her to play with his long, slender fingers, captivated by her curiosity.
"Take her in your arms, love," Namjoon murmured, his phone in hand, ready to capture the moment.
Seokjin, lost in the sweetness of the scene, blinked in surprise at the suggestion, momentarily caught off guard. Namjoon had his phone ready, camera aimed at Seokjin, who seemed so absorbed in the moment with the newborn that he hesitated at the suggestion.
"I. . . how can I? I don't think I can—What if I drop her?"
"You won't, baby. Go on. She'll be safe in your arms, I know it," Namjoon reassured him gently.
