A little space story!!!
My first time!!! Yaaaahhhhhhhahahahahahahahaha!!!
I got this idea from reading a one-shot...but I don't remember where or which book so if you know please do tell meeee!!! It's almost the same as the beginning i think, I just...
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"Sh'ill huwt?"
Joon had already changed and freshened up, now sitting on the sofa with a pacifier between his lips and Milk, the bunny on his lap. Next to him was his daddy with an ice pack on his cheek.
Jimin winced but still offered a smile. "I'll be okay baby. Don't worry."
Joon hummed sadly, internally blaming himself for hurting his precious daddy.
"Hey." He looked up at Jimin. "It's not your fault, okay? It was an accident."
"Ashdent..."
"Yes baby." He reached for the remote. "Shall we watch some cartoons?"
Little Joon was dolled up in a matching panda outfit, a purple pacifier between his lips and his Milk in his chest.
For the few days he had been with Joonie, this was Jimin's first time seeing him with a pacifier and goddamn, his lisping was more prominent, a bit of accent coming out as well. So damn cute.
He had messaged Yoongi about it, wanting to know if this had happened before. And the elder replied with an immediate yes.
It normally happens when Little Joon is in distress; he would regress deeper and his main comfort would be a pacifier and some cuddling.
That just made Jimin's heart clench even more.
It was like, he was going to see Baby Joon. Baby. Joon.
And the thought of babying him excited him. He watched the boy softly suck on his pacifier as he watched - whatever the cartoon's name was - on the TV, and his mind visualized Baby Joon laying on his chest, brown doe eyes up at him with the cutest, dimpled smile-
He should stop. This was all so much.
He shifted in his place, opting to lean against the armrest padded with cushions, and then lightly tossed the ice pack onto the table.
"Joonie~," he called, and latter turned, noticing his daddy laying against the orange pillows with arms open and a small pout. "Can daddy get some cuddles?"
He saw Joon smile behind the pacifier and his cheeks colouring a beautiful pink. When the boy shifted his position in the far end of the couch to crawl up, Jimin stretched his legs out to give him space. Joon carefully crawled up between them, holding onto Milk tightly as he slowly laid on Jimin's chest.