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little!jimin (mental age 2-5)//caregiver!namjoon

jimin is namjoon's babyboy i don't care what anybody else says

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Looking down at Jimin sprawled out across the couch, mouth open ajar and hair messy from sleep, Namjoon couldn't help but keen at how cute his little boy looked. He looked so cute, in fact, that Namjoon couldn't resist taking out his phone and snapping a picture of him, posting it on his Instagram account with the caption 'my baby boy'.

Namjoon decided to leave Jimin to his sleep, as he had just gotten back from a three-day training course as a teacher. He was honestly proud of Jimin, as being a little and also a primary school teacher was a tough combo but Jimin was pulling it off just fine so far.

Rearranging the blanket that had fallen over Jimin's leg, Namjoon leaned down to press a kiss to Jimin's open mouth, also stopping to stroke his hair a little, trying to tame its wildness just a little.

A little while later, well after Jimin had woken up from his nap and just-so-happened to see Namjoon's Instagram post, the younger padded into their shared bedroom, phone in hand and a pout on his lips.

"Namjoon~" he whined upon entry, standing in the doorway almost as if he was scared to go in.

"Yes, baby?" Namjoon asked, looking up from the book he was reading, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he smiled sweetly at Jimin.

"Delete this," Jimin mumbled, walking over to Namjoon and holding the phone up for the older to see.

 Namjoon's smile widened to his dimples when he saw what Jimin was talking about, and pulled back from the phone to close his book.

"Why, baby? It looks pretty," Namjoon replied, noticing Jimin's pout stick out even more and frown deepen considerably.

"Daddy, it's ug-"

"Park Jimin, don't you dare even think about finishing that sentence," Namjoon immediately cut him off sternly. "You're beautiful, baby, and I don't want anyone making my baby boy think any differently, ok?"

Jimin nodded timidly before crawling up onto the bed and into Namjoon's open arms.

"What are you thinking, bub?" Namjoon asked, running his hand through Jimin's blonde locks.

(i'm thinking about how much i want this irl dfjdgjsfb)

"I don't know," the younger replied, resting the side of his face on Namjoon's chest. "Don't like that picture."

Namjoon placed an arm underneath Jimin's bottom, hoisting him further up onto his lap and placing his chin on top of Jimin's head.

"Baby, it's beautiful - you're beautiful," Namjoon whuspered sweetly, still seeing Jimin's unsatisfied frown. "Tell Daddy what you don't like about it then, Jiminie."

"I look fat, my cheeks are too big, and I was drooling, and my t-shirt was riding up and you could see my tummy, and I don't like it, Daddy!" Jimin was starting to tear up and Namjoon quickly shushed him, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears rolling down Jimin's cheeks.

"Baby, look at me."

Jimin did.

"You are beautiful, sweetheart; Daddy loves every little thing about you and he always will, ok?" Namjoon insisted and Jimin hesitated before nodding and letting Namjoon rock him to sleep lightly. "My beautiful baby boy."

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sobbing