Little Space

seven years later (the end)

"Please tell me about Daddy!"

Jimin scoffed with a grin. "I always tell you about Daddy." He kept wiping down the kitchen table with disinfectant. "Why do you want to hear the same stories all over again?"

"Appa, please. They're funny!" Jinmae leaned forward, sliding her arms around the newly clean table. She laughed when Jimin scolded her.

With a defeated sigh, Jimin nodded as he put away the cleaning materials. "Which story would you like to hear this time?"

"Umm..." She swung her legs beneath the table. Jimin looked on expectantly from his place against the kitchen counter. "What about when you got married?"

Jimin grinned. "That one?" Jimin started grabbing ingredients for lunch out of the cabinets. "Alright."

As he started on the food, he began the story. Jinmae looked unbelievably interested.

"First, he proposed to me in the dumbest, cutest way ever." Jimin smiled at Jinmae's giggle. "We were laying in bed in the morning and he got all flustered and shy. He just mentioned it as, like, an off-hand comment," Jimin chuckled. "But it's okay, because the whole 'getting down on one knee and pulling out a ring' really isn't your father's thing."

Jinmae hopped up onto the table. Her legs continued to swing while she listened intently.

"He gave me the ring in front of all your uncles though," Jimin continued. He filled a pot with some water and put it on the stove. "He just pulled it out, no box or anything, and put it on my finger."

"Silly," Jinmae laughed. "Daddy's weird."

"Yes, he is," Jimin agreed. He sighed with a bright smile. "When we got married, he was so frightened and completely flushed. He looked like he was gonna throw up everywhere. Which, I'm glad he didn't, by the way — that would've been a lot of money to clean up." Jimin tutted once he turned to see Jinmae on the table, but brushed it off.

"He was shaking all the way to the podium, and, before Uncle Namjoon could even get a word out, your father started sobbing."

Jinmae burst into laughter. "He did?!" she asked, like she hadn't heard the story before.

"Mhm!" Jimin laughed as well. "He was blubbering all over me. Everyone was laughing, going 'awww'... But then I asked him why."

Jinmae was on the edge of her seat. Her purple jeans — Jimin's choice — hugged her legs and she fiddled with the hem her striped shirt.

"He said —and I swear to God, this is word for word — 'But you're so pretty!'" Jimin giggled loudly at the memory as Jinmae did the same.

"Hey," Yoongi whined as he walked into the kitchen. His mouth was set into a frown, his brow was scrunched, and he huffed. "It's not my fault you're pretty. And it — it was our wedding! Of course I'm going to be emotional!"

Jinmae laughed. "Daddy, you're weird." She scrunched her nose in his direction.

He moved closer and tousled her long, dark hair. It was currently in two low braids on either side of her head, courtesy of Yoongi's careful fingers earlier. After Yoongi's attack, her bangs were messy and puffed up wildly across her forehead.

"Yah," Yoongi pretended to scold, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Be respectful." He pulled Jinmae into his arms lazily, letting her koala around him and hold onto him from behind. He jumped a bit to situate her better and walked over to the stove, then placed a kiss on the side of Jimin's head.

"Gross," Jinmae cried. She played with Yoongi's black hair absentmindedly.

"You know, you did that as a baby." Yoongi smiled softly. "Played with my hair."

"It's so dead." She pursed her lips and moved her fingers through it.

"Aish," Yoongi complained while Jimin laughed. He kept his arms under Jinmae's legs, supporting her.

Jinmae giggled. "Will you let me paint it pretty colours again soon?"

"Sure, pumpkin," Yoongi sighed.

He slid her off of his back and moved her around to his front, bending down to throw his arms over her shoulders. She was tall for her age, and Jimin had expressed his reluctant excitement about her eventually growing taller than them both. He swayed them back and forth as he watched Jimin cook.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Jimin asked, stirring the ingredients in the pot.

"Mhm," Yoongi responded. He surprised Jinmae by stooping down lower and lifting her, successfully throwing her over his shoulder. He grinned at her squeal. "Gonna go take another one with this little jerk."

Jinmae giggled and gently slapped her fists across his back. "Daddy!"

Jimin laughed and shook his head fondly. "I'll wake you two up when lunch is ready!"

Yoongi grinned and walked out of the kitchen with Jinmae on his shoulder, who was half-heartedly complaining. He carefully threw her down on the couch and laid down next to her with a smug smile. She didn't even try to get away, just laid there with a fake, overexaggerated sigh. He pulled a blanket over them and cuddled his daughter against him.

"Weird Daddy."

"Shh, baby." Yoongi couldn't keep the genuine smile off his face. "Daddy's napping with his angel now."

Jinmae smiled as well and curled up against him, finally closing her eyes too.

"You two are too much alike!" Jimin called from the kitchen. "Stop napping all day, it's not even two o'clock!"

"Shh, Appa!" Jinmae giggled behind her hand. "Angel's sleeping with Daddy!"

"Atta girl," Yoongi mumbled, brushing his fingers through her messy bangs to tame them again. They both chuckled again when they heard Jimin grumbling from the kitchen.

It wasn't until about thirty minutes later that Jimin woke them both up with amazing-smelling food that the two rose from the couch, black hair messy and frizzy from the cushions. Jimin smiled lovingly at them before placing their food down and urging them both to eat. He ate too, across from them so he could watch their adorable, sleepy, confused faces struggle to dig into their lunch.