Jin sat on the floor, his fingers wrapped around a pink crayon. His eyes were glued to the sheet of paper laid out in front of him, and he continued to draw on it. Crayons were scattered all over the marble tiles, but Jin didn't seem to notice, for he only focused on the drawing he was currently working on. Finally, the boy stood up with a proud smile on his face.
"Mommy~" He called out, toddling over to the table piled with books. "Look what I made for you~"
You turn to face the beautiful brown eyes of the precious little boy, a grin forming on your face. "Aww, that's so sweet, Jin-ah. Thank you~" Despite all the work you had to do, you stood up from your workspace to go hang the drawing on the fridge, Jin trotting behind you.
You smiled at him and glanced at the clock on the wall before realizing that your little had made a mess on the floor; there were scribbles, crayons, and paper all over the white tiles. You raised an eyebrow at Jin, who merely tilted his head innocently.
"Now, what do we do now ?" You asked in a stern yet kind voice. Your eyes looked into Jin's. All he did was giggle with a silly grin.
"We uh-" he paused to think while looking at the mess that surrounded him. Jin jumped up. "Oh, I know! I know, mommy! We eat cookies!" He cheered. "Am I right? Am I right?"
You couldn't help but slightly smile and look at him with a soft expression. "Now, now, Jin. You know that's not what we do."
Jin cocked his head to the side, his round eyes sparkling. "We don't get cookies?" He asked, pouting.
Laughing, you gave him a quick peck on his forehead, your hand running over his soft hair. "We will after we clean up." You stated and looked at the crayons, scribbles, and all the papers that scattered around both you and Jin. Then, you looked at him, noticing that a frown slowly formed on his face.
"B-but, I don't want to clean up!" He whined, crossing his arms.
You watched him whine about not wanting to clean up, a sigh escaping your slightly parted lips. "Jin..." You mumbled, stroking his cheek. "Be a good boy and clean up for me. Mommy's tired, little one. I still have piles of work to do."
Jin puffed his cheeks out but started to pick up the crayons silently. You went back to your desk, stretching as you started to get back to work. Hours past, and the silence continued to nibble at your ear. Feeling a sense of uneasiness, you stood up, wondering why the talkative male was so quiet today.
Your footsteps led you to the living room, where Jin was last seen.
"Jin?" You called out, glancing around. Perhaps he wanted to play a game of hide and seek. Or maybe he was reading a book somewhere.
When your little was nowhere to be seen, you tilted your head, confused. You headed to the kitchen, where you saw cookie crumbs scattered everywhere. A small smile crept on your face as you spotted a figure dressed in a pink hoodie and curled up on the floor.
Jin was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. A pack of cookies lay beside him, the contents half-eaten. He turned on his side, rubbing his eyes while whining.
"Mommy?" He giggled when he saw your face and sat up, his soft lips brushing against yours.
"Did you rest well?" You asked, grinning.
Jin nodded and gave you a hug, sharing his warmth with you.
"Nap time's over." He mumbled against your ear.
"Huh?" You asked, confused.
"It's time to wake up." He said, and you blinked.
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"Ah, Princess, you're finally up." He grinned and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
You rubbed your eyes and looked around. Hugging your teddy bear, you slipped off of the bed, sliding your feet into the bunny slippers.
"I had a weird dream." You yawned, tugging on Jin's shirt as he busily worked in the kitchen.
"Hmm? What was it?" He asked.
You sniffled slightly before continuing, "You were my Little." You spoke. "And you were calling me Mommy." You giggled.
"Ah, it looks like my Princess had an amusing dream!" He chuckled and turned around to give you a soft kiss on the forehead. "Now, will you be a good girl and go draw Daddy a picture?"
You nodded happily and skipped away, looking for your box of crayons.
