minsung one shots

the three of us

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the soft glow of the early morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting warm golden stripes across the bed where minho and jisung lay tangled in each other's warmth.

between them, a tiny bundle of warmth stirred, little fingers stretching toward the ceiling.

jungho, their precious two-year-old son, let out a sleepy mumble, his little lips smacking together as he shifted between his two fathers. his small body wiggled closer, seeking warmth and security between them.

jisung was the first to wake up fully, groggily opening his eyes to find jungho blinking drowsily up at him, his tiny hand pressed against jisung's cheek. "good morning, baby," jisung murmured, voice thick with sleep, pressing a gentle kiss to jungho's forehead.

the toddler giggled softly, his chubby fingers curling against jisung's shirt, and wiggled closer, his warm breath tickling jisung's skin as he buried his face against his chest.

minho, always the light sleeper, turned over at the sound of their voices and blinked his way into wakefulness. his gaze softened as he saw his entire world lying right there beside him.

he reached out, rubbing slow circles on jisung's back before his hand travelled to jungho's chubby cheek. "did our baby wake up already?" he asked, his voice raspy but gentle.

jungho babbled something unintelligible before breaking into a toothy grin, patting minho's face. "appa," he declared proudly, as if discovering the word for the first time.

minho laughed, rolling closer to press a kiss onto the little one's forehead before planting another on jisung's temple. "good morning, loves."

the morning was slow, filled with sleepy kisses, soft whispers of love, and the sweet sound of jungho's giggles as he was sandwiched between his parents.

eventually, they made their way to the kitchen, minho carrying jungho on his hip while jisung made coffee, their home bathed in the morning light.

jungho, still clinging to minho like a koala, reached for the spoon in minho's hand, insisting on stirring the pancake batter with a determined pout.

"careful, baby," minho chuckled, guiding his small hands gently. jisung leaned against the counter, watching them fondly. "I think we have a little chef in the making."

breakfast was a delightfully messy affair. jungho insisted on feeding himself, resulting in bits of pancake sticking to his chubby cheeks and syrup dripping onto his pyjama top.

"you've got syrup on your nose, sweetheart," jisung chuckled, leaning in to kiss it away, making jungho giggle wildly.

minho simply shook his head with a fond smile before pressing a kiss to jisung's shoulder.

the day unfolded beautifully - afternoon walks in the park where jungho ran around with endless energy, the air filled with the sound of his laughter and his fathers calling after him.

they played on the swings, minho pushing their little boy higher while jisung clapped and cheered him on. jungho's laughter rang through the park as he held onto the swing's chains tightly, kicking his little feet excitedly.

later, at home, bath time was another splash-filled adventure. jungho sat in the tub, giggling as minho washed his tiny arms, and jisung carefully shampooed his fluffy hair.

jungho gleefully kicked the water, sending small waves splashing over the edge. "our baby is the cutest," jisung mused, running his fingers through jungho's damp curls.

minho hummed in agreement, gently cupping jungho's cheeks before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "the most precious."

after bath time, they all changed into soft pajamas, minho wrapping jungho in a warm towel before cradling him close.

they settled onto the couch, jisung pulling a blanket over the three of them as they read jungho's favourite bedtime story. his little eyes blinked sleepily, fighting to stay open as jisung's soothing voice filled the room.

by bedtime, jungho was exhausted, his tiny body melting into the warmth of his fathers as they lay together under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

jisung hummed a lullaby, his fingers tracing comforting patterns on jungho's back.

minho, with his arms wrapped securely around both of them, whispered, "I love you," against jisung's temple before pressing a final kiss there.

jungho sighed contentedly in his sleep, his small hands gripping minho's shirt while his back rested against jisung's chest.

their little family, wrapped in each other's warmth, drifted off into a peaceful slumber, their hearts completely and utterly full.

22.02.25