bottom hoseok || bts+hoseok

BABYBASKET || knj+jhs

♡ ;; december 16th

"Baby, you comin' to bed?" He asked, causing Hoseok to turn and face him, showing him a sleepy smiling and waving him off. "I'll be in soon, keep your arms ready for me to cuddle into!" He pecks Namjoon's cheek before shooing him off to bed.

"Don't stay up too late, dear," Namjoon tells him as he walks down the hallway, into their shared room with their two puppies that Namjoon had gotten him as an early Christmas present.

Hoseok could only smile and shake his head at one of the hundred pet names Namjoon had called him this evening.

It was nearing midnight when there was a loud knock at the door, which Hoseok was reluctant to answer, fearing that it may be a murderer waiting for him outside the door. Mustering up his courage, he waddles over to the door with a steak knife.

Opening the door, he's met with a card that was held down by a no longer lit candle next to a baby basket. "Oh my god! Honey, come here please?!" Hoseok gasps, pulling the basket out of the cold, grabbing the candle and card before closing the door and locking it.

Soon hearing footsteps slump down the halls with a loud yawn following. "What is it?" Hoseok snaps his eyes away from the basket to face Namjoon, putting his index finger to his lip before motioning him over.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, coming over and joining Hoseok on the tile in front of the door. "Joon, I-I think someone left a baby on our doorstep." He whispers, pushing the handle of the basket back before pushing the shield down as well, revealing a baby snuggling with a dog plushie.

"Oh my god," He hears Namjoon whisper, touching the baby's forehead. "Kim Seokjin," Hoseok mumbles, flipping the card over in his palm. 'Dear Mr. Kim and Mr. Jung, I know you'll take care of this lil' boy, please love and raise him as your own - thank you.' Hoseok bites his lip, handing the card over to Namjoon.

Hoseok carefully lifted the boy out of the basket, cradling the baby in his arms. "Joon, what if he's hungry? We don't have any formula around." Hoseok puts his finger by the small baby's hand. "It says here he was born on the fourth, Hoseok... that means he's twelve days old."

Hoseok nods, rocking the boy softly. "Maybe the neighbor has formula? She has eleven fucking kids." Namjoon suggests, getting a nod and a lecture about Namjoon swearing in front of the baby.

"Y-Yeah, go do that," Hoseok then says, placing Seokjin back in the basket, having no other place to put him. "I'll take care of our babies," Hoseok whispers the last part before waddling over to the closet, pulling out Namjoon's winter coat, gloves, hat, and scarf.

"Here." He hands them over, only wrapping the scarf around him and kissing his cheek, with that his fiancé went off.

Namjoon walked slowly on the icy pavement, fisting his hands in his pockets as he finally got on the diced walkway to his neighbour's house, knocking on the door and waiting for a response. A lady soon opens the door with a raised eyebrow.

"What is it?" She asks, which Namjoon looks down at his feet. "Uh, can I buy some baby formula from you? All the stores are closed and we don't have any..." He explains pulling his money from his coat pocket. "Don't worry about paying me, I have more than enough, I'll grab you a couple cans."

Namjoon nods, watching her go off and come back with a brand new package of two new cans of baby formula. "Have a good night, Mr. Kim." Namjoon smiled and told her to have one as well, heading back to his warm house.

"Baby, I'm back," He calls out once he's gotten home, only to see Hoseok waiting for him on the sofa with a crying Seokjin. "He's hungry," Hoseok mumbles, yawning as he continues to rock him.