til kingdom come
Authour: fatal (cumrich)
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 3763
Ship: Jimin×Jungkook
Summary:
four months in and jimin still doesn't feel like he has a handle on this whole parenting thing. it doesn't help that jeongguk, as always, seems to be a natural.
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Jimin knows Jeongguk’s home even before his mate walks through the front door. He can attribute that to the fact that Jeongguk is never late, always walking in right at 5:30pm. They’d been lucky finding a place such a short drive away from Jeongguk’s office.
He’s in the middle of dinner preparation, having gone for something simple today: kimchi soup and bulgogi dupbap. They’re running low on kimchi but Jimin’s already scribbled himself a note to ask his mom to bring some over on her next visit. With the baby, Jimin barely has time to sleep, let alone labour away at making banchan.
The front door opens, the alarm chime ringing throughout the house. Jimin almost dreads seeing Jeongguk, which is awful really, but he feels ugly. There’s baby vomit on his shirt, he hasn’t showered for three days now, and four months after giving birth, Jimin still feels as fat as he had when he’d still been nine months pregnant. It doesn’t help that Jeongguk’s as fit as ever despite giving up the gym to make sure he spent more time at home with Jimin and the baby.
Areum had been particularly fussy today, too. She’d cried for nearly two hours straight and Jimin had been on the verge of hysterics until he’d finally wrapped her up in one of Jeongguk’s shirts and carried her all over the house, rocking her gently in his arms. Jimin had read that the alpha’s scent could have a calming effect on a distraught baby but he hadn’t thought it would be so immediate. It almost annoyed him but he was too relieved to hold onto that, happy that she’d finally fallen asleep.
“Hey beautiful,” Jeongguk smiles, stepping into the kitchen looking dapper and put together in his suit even nine hours later. Jimin glances up from the beef sirloin he’s been slicing into thin strips, giving Jeongguk his best smile. It’s not much but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice, eyes stupidly fond as they take Jimin in. He approaches Jimin, his scent sweet and comforting, and yet the second his hand reaches out for him, Jimin flinches back.
Jeongguk looks surprised for a split second, but he doesn’t try again, keeping his distance. Guilt swarms up Jimin’s throat and he’s about to apologise but it doesn’t come out, words jumbling together. Instead, he grimaces, wishes he didn’t feel so simultaneously wound up and exhausted. “Hey,” he tries, attention focusing back on the beef. “How was your day?“
“Not bad,” Jeongguk answers, his voice careful. Jimin doesn’t dare look back up, already feeling absolutely awful for rejecting his alpha like that. Jeongguk shifts to open the fridge, and Jimin’s not sure what he grabs out of it but he steps over to a cupboard. A second later, Jimin hears something being poured into a glass. “How about you? How was Areum?”
“She had a bad day,” Jimin answers, recalling how much her tiny little body had screamed and screamed today. He hadn’t thought it was possible for someone so small to make so much noise. “Started crying the moment you left and I got her to sleep after a bath but then she woke up from that and it was just on and off, on and off. I thought I was going to start crying with her.”
