virtuous deception || pjm (editing)

xxvii

one month later

JIMIN

Rosie's cried echoed through the house, causing both Hyejin and I to stir. Rosie had been plagued with colic so every night she woke up screaming for no reason. Her screaming could last minutes or hours. It hurt to know my baby girl was suffering.

"I'll get her" she whispered, kissing my forehead and getting up from bed and shuffling over the hall. I saw the glow of the fairy lights and heard the door click shut. I guessed Hyejin would try feed her or whatever else I may not be allowed to see. But for 10 minutes the crying didn't stop. I was surprised Noah didn't wake up. Then again, we sound proofed his room.

I shuffled over to the nursery and opened the door. Hyejin was sat in the window seat, adjusting her shirt and bra while cradling Rosie. While picking up Rosie, I sat next to Hyejin, placing her head on my shoulder. Every night she told me to sleep and went to handle it. She was the best mother. I placed a kiss on Rosie's head, faintly singing a lullaby to her. Her crying slowly faded until she was completely asleep, but I continued to rock her.

"How are you such an amazing father."

"I learnt from the best mother."

"Pfft, everyone knows you're the favourite parent. Hell, even I like you more."

"Well you're my favourite." I whispered, kissing her cheek. I walked across the room, putting Rosie in her crib and pulling up the blankets and putting her tiny teddies by her. Hyejin leaned into my chest as soon as I sat back down, tracing drawings along my bare torso. I ran my hands through her hair, trying to calm her down.

"Sometimes I think I want another to whom I could maybe be the favourite." She laughed.

"I'm pretty sure that could be arranged." I smirked at her. She slapped my chest causing us both to laugh. "But seriously, would you want another?"

"Maybe. What about you?"

"I want anything you want." I said while kissing her forehead.

HYEJIN

"Are you being all sappy to try and get something?"

"Are you suggesting it?" I hit him again laughing. "Yah, my wife is so abusive."

"That's nothing compared to childbirth, idiot."

"Yeah my hand was pretty busted." He joked. I turned my head to face him. I felt so comfortable here, my head in his lap, twinkling fairy lights hung above us. I traced my hand along his torso, feeling the gunshot wound again. I stopped for a second before kissing it, like how a parent kisses a child's cut better. He bent down to kiss me but when he pulled away I pulled him closer to me, not wanting to let go of him ever. We had been back together over a year but I still felt like I missed too much time with him. But if I had stayed we may not have Noah or Rosie or this moment.

I got up, running over to our bedroom. Seconds later Jimin followed, pulling me into him and deepening our kiss. He pushed me down on the bed before trailing kisses all down my neck, onto my collarbone and jaw. He kissed the corner of my lips before stopping, looking me in the eyes, noses touching.

"Hyejin."

"Yes Jimin?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."