Your and yoongi' baby boy of 10 months was sitting on the high chair as he was carefully eating his snacks prepared by you. Yoongi walked into the kitchen and stared at the child before opening the fridge keeping his intense stare on your baby. The baby who was too engrossed in trying to pick up the snacks with his two tiny fingers he didn't notice his father staring at him. Just then he frowned and awkwardly scratched his head when he couldn't pick up the snack but his eyes lingered on it.
Yoongi chuckled softly and approached him and carefully picked up a snack and placed it in the infant's hand. Your son stared back up at the intimidating figure blinking adorably at the Yoongi who was smiling back at him.
"Aigoo, you have your mommy's eyes. How lovely." Yoongi grinned.
Just then the baby let out a blood curdling scream making you rush into the kitchen with a basket of laundry in your hands, "what happened?" You asked, clueless.
You glanced back and forth between Yoongi and your baby, "yah, what did you do to him?" You accoused.
"I didn't do anything," Yoongi replied in panic.
Your son, Jungho, squirmed and gestured you to go pick him up.
"I was just handing him the snack because he couldn't pick it up," Yoongi explained hoping you wouldn't scold him for making Jungho cry.
You blinked at him examining his face for a few seconds before you smiled taking in his lost expression and you let it go as you handed him the laundry basket.
"Take the laundry, and I'll take Jungho," you stated as you reached for Jungho who was holding out his arms for you.
"Ah, no, no, no," Yoongi interrupted handing the basket of clothes back to you. "I'll take Jongho."
You gawked at him but agreed, "as you wish." You said and began to make your leave as Yoongi lifted Jungho from his high chair.
"Babe," he called hesitantly.
"Hrm?" You hummed a reply as you turned back around.
"I think he pooped..." Yoongi informed with a blank yet terrified expression on his face.
You laughed, "well that's your problem now, Mister." With that you walked out of the kitchen and into the laundry room.
Yoongi held Jungho in the air far away from him, "you didn't poop, right, Jongho-ah...you only fart, right?" He asked the baby as if Jungho could reply.
"Yah, I can hear you," you shouted from the other end of the house. "Check his diaper from the back to see."
"Do I have to?" He whined.
You laughed, "if you forgotten you choose Jungho over laundry."
"I take it back, let's switch."
You walked back into the kitchen with free hands, "too bad, they're already in the wash."
"Okay, good. Here," Yoongi said holding out baby Jungho to you.
Jungho stared at Yoongi's face again and immeditely starting crying again.
You gasped, and pulled Jungho into your embrace, "Yoongi stop staring at him like that. It's scary, that's why he keeps crying."
He raised a brow at you, "but I stare at people like this."
"Which is why you only have so many friends," you commented making him eye you.
You laughed, "but here," you said placing Jungho into his arms again. "Since you made him cry twice the least you can do is change his diaper, right?"
Yoongi stared at you, "I-I don't eve-"
"I'll teach you. Come on, weren't you the one who said you wanted 7 kids so you can make them into Bts junior but have all of them looking like mini Suga'?" You joked bringing up what he use to say to you to scare you when talking about marrige with him.
"Fine," he half-laughed and half-sighed in defeat.
You grinned taking his hand and leading Yoongi with Jungho in his arms into Jungho's room to teach the new daddy to change a diaper.
