Little Space

a year later

Jimin held onto his sippy cup with one hand and pressed buttons on the toys surrounding him. They lit up dimly and played music out of their awful speakers, but it still made Jimin smile. Jinmae, who was sitting against the couch next to him, clapped her hands with a loud squeal.

"Like it, Mae Mae?"

Jimin pushed the toy closer to her. He sipped from his drink and held his elephant in his lap as he watched her tiny hands slam on the different coloured buttons. They all lit up and played music at the same time. Jinmae giggled harder.

"You cute, Mae." Jimin tilted his head down to place a gentle kiss on the top of her head, feeling her soft wisps of dark hair tickle his cheeks.

Jinmae leaned forward on her palms and crawled closer to him. She looked up at him with big eyes and he felt his heart tug. Clumsily, she climbed into his lap and flopped across his legs. Her fingers played with the carpet on the side of his thigh and he giggled, poking her back.

"Daddy, come look at Mae!"

Yoongi walked into the room with a tray of snacks for all three of them and laughed when his eyes landed on their daughter. "She's such an odd baby."

Jimin giggled and nodded his head. Jinmae hummed at the noise and rolled off of Jimin's lap to begin crawling around on the carpet. Before she could get far, Yoongi had placed the tray down and picked her up. She wriggled in his arms before settling comfortably.

"Hey, Mae." Yoongi kissed her head and sat down on the couch. He held a small sippy cup to her mouth, which she happily took.

Jimin turned to face his hyung from the floor, his own sippy cup still between his lips. "I like her."

"I know, baby." Yoongi smoothed out Jinmae's hair as she drank. "You've said that everyday for a year."

"'Cause 's true."

Jimin put down his sippy cup and joined them on the couch. He poked at the pink bow on the top of Jinmae's head. Her shirt, striped blue on cotton candy pink, matched Jimin's striped pink on cotton candy blue. Yoongi had demanded for the matching outfits because, "my babies need to match."

"Daddy," Jimin pouted. He reached up and pushed Yoongi's hair back from his face.

Yoongi hummed. "Yes, baby?" He glanced up at Jimin and smiled at his frown, mumbling something that sounded like, 'cute'.

Jimin rolled onto his side. "Hmmm." He didn't know exactly what he wanted. "Daddy."

"I'm listening, pumpkin." Yoongi held Jimin's hand with his free one. He rubbed his husband's knuckles with his thumb.

"Just... Daddy." Jimin closed his eyes.

Yoongi laughed and shook his head fondly. He bounced Jinmae, now done with her cup, on his knee before laying her down next to Jimin. Jimin gasped before pulling her into his arms and snuggling her. She giggled happily and started getting herself comfortable.

Yoongi threw a thin, soft blanket over the two of them and tucked them in. Jimin nosed the side of Jinmae's head as she stared up at the ceiling, her hands playing with Jimin's arm that gently laid across her tummy.

"My babies," Yoongi cooed. He bit his lip to try and keep himself quiet as they fell asleep.

He moved himself to the nearby couch chair and picked up his book. It was hard to read with the two of them cuddled up so cutely right next to him. Eventually, he gave up on the story and settled for taking pictures of them to send to their friends later.