This story is sparked from an Instagram reel I saw, so hear we go. And this story starts from a dream of Park Jimin wanting to be a father to a little girl and how it becomes reality.
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And now, just a few days after bringing her home, he knew in his bones that he'd made the right choice. Marie was quieter than most two-year-olds, hesitant, but curious. It broke his heart to see how much neglect she had suffered. Her little frame was almost too small, and the signs of her past life were still visible—bruises fading on her skin, ribs that were far too easy to see.
Marie, do you want some rice and soup?" Jimin asked one morning, his voice soft as he tried to coax her into eating breakfast.
Marie looked at him, her little face a mixture of concentration and uncertainty. She wrinkled her nose. "Soup?" she murmured.
"Yes, it's nice and warm," he said, a gentle smile on his face. He placed a tiny spoonful to her lips, and after a moment's hesitation, she took it, tasting carefully. She smiled, a small, hesitant smile, and Jimin felt his heart lift.
Her partial blindness made her prone to bumping into things, and sometimes she seemed almost embarrassed when she'd collide with furniture or walls. Jimin would reach for her hand each time, steadying her with a soft word of comfort. "It's okay, Marie," he'd say, his tone calm and reassuring. "I'm here."
He noticed other things too—the way she flinched if he moved too quickly, the way her small body tensed whenever there was an unfamiliar noise. She was still learning that she was safe now, that no one would hurt her here. Jimin held back tears every time he thought about it, knowing he had to be strong for her, to give her something solid to rely on. Each day, he watched as her shoulders slowly began to relax, as the bruises on her skin faded, and as she started to trust him just a little more.
On the fourth day, Jimin received a message from Taehyung.
"Hey, Jiminie! Can we come to meet her? I know all the guys are dying to say hi!"
Jimin smiled, touched by his friends' enthusiasm but also a bit wary. He wanted Marie to feel safe and comfortable, and he knew too many people at once could easily overwhelm her. So he texted back:
"Of course, but maybe one at a time. She's still adjusting, and I don't want her to feel scared."
Taehyung quickly agreed, and they arranged for him to visit first, the following afternoon.
When the doorbell rang, Marie, who was sitting with Jimin on the living room floor, looked up with mild curiosity. Jimin went to answer the door, letting Taehyung in quietly. Taehyung, as usual, radiated energy, but he softened when he saw the small figure sitting on the floor.
"Hi, Jiminie," Taehyung whispered, giving Jimin a hug.
Jimin led him over, kneeling down beside Marie. "Marie," he said gently, "this is my friend, Taehyung. He came to meet you."
Taehyung knelt on the floor, his wide eyes filled with admiration and warmth. "Hello, Marie," he said softly, reaching out a hand but stopping short, letting her choose to make contact if she wanted to.
Marie looked at Taehyung with her one good eye, tilting her head. Slowly, she reached out her small hand, brushing her fingers over Taehyung's hand with curiosity.
"Hi, Marie," he repeated, his voice barely a murmur. He looked over at Jimin, beaming. "She's so precious, Jimin."
Jimin chuckled, his eyes never leaving his daughter. "I know. She's my little angel."
Taehyung stayed for about an hour, careful not to overwhelm her. He brought a small, colorful stacking toy, something he had read was good for motor skills. Marie showed a spark of interest, lifting one ring and examining it closely. When she smiled—a small, tentative expression—both Jimin and Taehyung's hearts melted.
As Taehyung got up to leave, he hugged Jimin tightly, his voice emotional. "She's perfect, Jimin. I'm so proud of you."
Jimin watched as Taehyung left, his heart swelling with gratitude. He looked down at Marie, who was still holding the toy ring. "What do you think, Marie-ah?" he asked, stroking her hair softly. "Should we invite another uncle's to come and meet you?"
She tilted her head, as if pondering his question. Jimin chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
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Over the next week, the rest of the members came by to meet Marie one by one, each one bringing their own gentle warmth and love. Jungkook, who was nervous yet eager, brought a soft blanket he had knitted himself, something warm and comforting. Namjoon read her short poems, his calm voice soothing her to sleep. Seokjin brought her soft fruit, knowing she struggled with food, carefully cutting it up into tiny, bite-sized pieces. Hoseok made her giggle by showing her silly dance moves, his smile lighting up the room. And Yoongi, ever thoughtful, simply sat beside her, letting her warm up to his calm presence.
The members, just like Jimin, all fell in love with the little girl, each one weaving themselves into her life in small but significant ways.
With each passing day, Marie seemed to bloom a little more. She was gaining weight slowly, her face losing some of its hollowness. She began to smile more often, to giggle when Jimin lifted her high in the air or kissed her cheeks. She even began to say a few words, tentative but filled with the trust she was beginning to feel.
One evening, as Jimin was tucking her into bed, Marie looked up at him.
"Appa," she murmured, reaching for his hand.
He held her small hand in his, kissing her knuckles softly. "Yes, Marie. I'm here.", his heart melted. She had started calling him that only recently, and each time he heard it, it was like a gift.
"Yes?"
"Are... are you staying?" Her voice was barely a whisper, her big eyes full of an innocent but heartbreaking worry.
Jimin knelt beside her bed, stroking her soft hair. "Yes, my sweet girl. I'm staying. I'll always stay with you."
Marie reached out, touching his face as if trying to feel his words, the truth in them. She let out a small sigh, her fingers curling into his shirt. And as he sat there, watching her drift to sleep, he knew he would do anything to make her feel safe, loved, and protected.
For Jimin, every day with Marie was a gift. She was teaching him more than he could have ever imagined—about patience, kindness, and the fierce, unconditional love of a father for his child. And as he watched her sleep, her breathing soft and steady, he whispered a quiet promise to himself.
I'll never let you feel alone again, Marie. I'll be the father you deserve.
