Hey Shuckface [Minho Imagines]

Minho | Us [Sequel to Ours] / Part 2

"Jake!" I shouted at my son, who is running faster than ever beside the beach. I was running after him, but tough luck, I'm not really good at running.

It's been three years since our beautiful baby Jacob was born. Eventually we got a nickname for him, which is Jake, and everyone has been calling him that ever since.

He grew up kind, sweet, generous and a humble kid. And I have to say, he also inherited his father's sass, which makes me laugh.

"Oh my god." I stopped running and put my hands on my knees, panting. Damn, he even inherited Minho's running skills.

"Tired already?" Minho came up beside me, smirking.

Minho just came back from hunting in the woods while I take care of Jake.

"Shut up. You know I'm not good at this." I said, standing straight and crossing my arms.

"Look at your son, he can't stop running." I said, staring at Jake swerving and running again.

"That's my boy." Minho smiled, watching Jake.

Then when Jake turned around and saw his dad, his face immediately light up and shouted, "Daddy!"

Minho pulled his "dinosaur look"— as Jake has said it, and said, "Grrrr! I'm gonna catch you!"

Then he started running after Jake, who is laughing the whole time and trying to outrun his dad.

Minho ran faster and eventually caught up with Jake, carrying him in the process.

In the distance, I could hear them laughing, especially Jake's, which makes me laugh too.

Ahhh. This is so perfect.

Just you, your husband and son playing around, laughing. It's like my life is already complete, I couldn't ask for more. It's like an endless bliss.

Minho came back to me with Jake still in his arms, grinning.

"Baby, why do you love to run so much?" I asked Jake playfully, ruffling his soft dark hair.

Then I remembered what Thomas said before: "I'm expecting some little Minhos running around the beach soon, Y/N."

And now we have. Best thing ever.

"Because daddy is a runner too!" Jake squealed.

"Genes, babe." Minho chuckled.

I took a few minutes to study Jake's face. His dark and soft hair, his chinky eyes, his tan skin, and those lines in his cheeks whenever he smiles.

"He's literally a little Minho." I smiled.

"Yeah, and I'm proud." said Minho. "Right, buddy?" Minho nuzzled his nose to Jake's little one and they both laughed, and all I see is the resemblance of my boys, making me grin.

"Okay, c'mon. I think they're already serving dinner." I said, putting my hand on Minho's shoulder and the other one to pinch Jake's nose slightly, making Jake to squeal "Mom!"

Every week, all of us in Paradise have dinner together just near the beach. It was Brenda's idea, and we've been doing it for a year now.