Stepbrother's Obsession || Park Jimin FF

XXV. Struggles

Going back home with a little human being in her arms has her heartbeats uneven. It felt foreign and just thrilling, giving her the sense of big responsibility at the same time.

"Welcome home, Jaemin." Jimin strokes his little boy's cheeks, smiling widely as he opens the door for the mother and son.

"Home sweet home, little Jimin."

Y/n went straight to the couch to let her back learn on it, getting lost of the comforting feeling after what feels like a very long drive back at home.

"Do you need anything, love?" Jimin starts, fixing the bags on the floor.

"Cold water please."

It didn't took him long to immediately grab a glass and pour the cold water in it, almost running his way to Y/n who's already dozing off in the chair.

"Give me that milk monster, you need to take a rest."

She chuckles, carefully surrendering the baby to his father, smiling unknowingly as she see how passionate he is in being a good father.

"I'll be up in our room, take care of him. If you need anything or he's hungry, just tell me."

Jimin scoffs at her motherly affection, swaying the baby in his arms.

"Please, just sleep. I can handle him. You've already prepared your breast milk for him, no need to worry, babe."

He lean down to give her a reassuring kiss on the lips, adoring her worn out state.

Even after looking like the hottest mess, he can only see beauty in her, glowing and sparkling like a magic. It's unexplainable. Maybe, he's just too in love that even her flaws seems like perfection in his eyes.

Y/n got up and take her last kiss on their child's cheek before walking away to still some nap.

"Oh boy, what will I do with someone as cute as you, huh?"

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"Awe, Hyung he looks just like you as you've said."

"No Tae, Jaemin looks much better than Jimin. He's a mix of Y/n and Jimin but Jimin got lucky that Jaemin took most of his features. He's handsome though."

"At least Yoongi Hyung is honest."

"Hey, Hoseok, don't underestimate our Jimin's capability on having girls hook over him."

"At least Namjoon Hyung has something better to say. Come on guys, stop face shaming me. I know I look better than all of you bu—"

"What nonsense is that, Jimin? As long as I'm breathing, there's no one much good looking as me." Jin has his eyebrows furrowed, crossing his arms against his chest as he burn the man alive with his eyes.

As they keep on bickering, Jaemin all of a sudden begins crying, panic ringing in each of their ears, unable to get anything properly out of their heads.

"Why is he crying? Does he miss the hospital bed?"

"Jin Hyung, ask better."

"Oh yeah, while you're rummaging through Jaejae's bag?"

"Shut it, Tae, Jin Hyung. At least help me make funny faces to stop him from crying, okay?"

"Hoseok, you know that there's no use with that, right?"

"Come on Yoongi, what do we do? Do we dance or sing him a song?"

"Goodness Joon, what the hell are you talking about? Jaemin just need to see my handsome face to stop throwing bratty attitudes towards us."

"Hey Hyung, how dare you tell off my son like that? He needs his every 4 hours dose of milk. Help me find his bottles and the bag of milk Y/n stocked for him."

"Idiot. The milk should be in somewhere cold."

Namjoon stressfully run to the kitchen, taking out a pack of milk from the freezer.

"Damn, help me find his bottles!"

Jimin was almost screaming, sweating as he keep on searching for his son's bottles.

He groan in frustration, unable to find them. Finally, he take Jaemin in his arms, dancing in the air to try in helping him relax.

"Hey, hey, Papa's here, no need to cry. Yes, yes I know you're hungry. Just wait a little more."

His uncles can only create chaos, almost spitting fire on each other's faces, trying to flip the whole house upside down to get a hold of a single bottle.

"Where in this damn house are those hidden? I'm feeling like this is a treasure hunt."

"Joon Hyung, have you checked in Jaemin's room?"

"Yeah, I forgot about that. Let's go check, Tae."

"Wow, finally, we got something out from him."

"You guys are just bunch of idiots. Do better like Taehyung."

"Look who's talking right in front of my handsome face. You better clean that mess you made, Yoongi. And you, Hoseok, help him. I'll prepare Jaemin's bed for him."

Jin was fast to run out of the scene, leaving two other adult men scratching their scalps harshly due to irritation, while another man was too engulfed of his son's mewls.

"I take back when I said I can handle you, little human." Jimin stresses, almost crying along the baby. "This is such a mess."

After hours of trying to make the baby sleep, the boys let their sighs out, bodies falling allover the sofas and couches in the loving room.

Jimin, especially, is so worn out, looking as depressed as ever.

At last, their ears found peace.

"Oh my God, your son is such a pain in the ears. Literally." Yoongi exhales, rubbing his ears.

"No but, he's been the biggest challenge I encountered in my whole life." Namjoon, uttered wearily.

"My face hurts with all of his crying." Everyone glares at Jin's mischief.

"Hyung, my rizz didn't work on him." Taehyung pouts, crossing his arms in a rebellious manner.

"Patience, guys. Our little Jaemin needs more patience from his uncles." The ever-so-understanding Hoseok speaks up, gaining the heaviest sighs from the men spread across the big place.

"Thank you, guys. Without all of you, I don't think I can make him calm down without having to wake Y/n up."

"Oh, what do you take us for, Jimin?"

Jimin gave Namjoon his best smile, letting everyone know how much grateful he is to have them right at the moment.

"Oh, wait... Do you hear that?" Jin out of the blue comments, gaining all their eyes.

It hasn't been five minutes and another round of wheezes were heard.

"Oh heck." All of them groan, thinking of another hour trying to calm Jaemin down.

Six men over a baby. Who will win?

They entered his room, seeing his face so red from all of his crying sessions, their ears on the edge of bursting.

"Guys, is it just me or do you also smell something is wrong around here?" Hoseok peaks his head from the back to check on the baby. "Did he... Is that smell coming from his diaper?"

They puke exaggeratedly, holding on to their stomach as they crouch down.

"What a good day for struggles, huh?"

"Jimin? Is everything alright?" All eyes were on the bedroom's door.

"Oh, fuck."