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minho is really soft for jisung here fyi

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Minho wasn't really sure what he expected from Jisung's trip to the dentist. Tears, maybe? Nervous rambling in the car on the way there? He half expected Jisung to slip before having to leave and putting up a fuss which would result in time-out when he got home, but Jisung didn't do any of that.

He was big all morning, and while he was definitely nervous, he didn't make a big deal out of it. Jisung was told a few weeks prior that he would need to have a filling in one of his back teeth, something about his teeth being too weak and the enamel around them wearing away.

And Jisung was terrified. Like many, he was susceptible to pain, but his pain tolerance was a lot lower than most peoples'. Jisung would cry just from being hit on the head with a pillow, and while Minho had always found that cute about Jisung, it led him to worry about him in this particular situation.

But Jisung came out the other end (supposedly) fine, and he slipped on the way home, talking happily about the patterns on the walls of the dentist's room. Minho was relieved to see Jisung so happy after having to have his filling, and when they got home, he got to work on making some tomato soup for his baby.

"Daddyyyyy~" Jisung giggled from the living room, and Minho poked his head round the corner of the add-on kitchen to see what his baby needed.

Minho smiled when he saw Jisung hanging off of the couch, legs dangling over the headrest and hair falling all around his face.

"What are you doing, hm? Silly boy," Minho chuckled, causing Jisung to giggle even more. "Come on, baby, sit up straight for Daddy. You'll hurt your head if you stay like that."

Jisung did as he was told, babbling to himself as he moved to lie down on the couch instead, making grabby hands at the ceiling. As he did so, the little caught sight of his fingers and frowned at them.

"Daddy, there's wittle sausages!" He exclaimed, half-scared, half-intrigued.

Minho turned the temperature down on the stove so he could go and see what Jisung was talking about, and he knelt down next to his baby.

"Where, baby boy?" Minho asked, bringing one of his own hands up to hold one of Jisung's, and the little gasped.

"There, Daddy!" He yelled. "Daddy's holding it!"

Minho looked up, confused for a moment, before he realised what Jisung was talking about. With the hand that was holding Jisung's, Minho brought it down so he could kiss each of Jisung's little 'sausage' fingers.

"They're beautiful, baby," the older male said softly, hoping his voice would calm Jisung down a little bit. "Beautiful little fingers for Daddy's beautiful little baby."

Jisung giggled, rolling over on his side so that he was facing Minho. With his free hand, Minho cupped one of Jisung's chubby cheeks and ran his thumb over his cheekbone gently, smiling at his baby boy.

"Owie, Daddy," Jisung suddenly pouted. "Hurtie."

And Minho's smile turned to a frown at Jisung's words, running a hand through Jisung's hair softly as the little sniffled.

"Hey, hey, baby, what hurts?" He asked gently, not wanting to see Jisung upset and crying.

"Where they put the thingy, Daddy," Jisung whined, tears filling his eyes at an alarming rate.

"The filling?" Minho inquired, and Jisung shook his head. "The injection?"

Jisung nodded this time, letting out a small sob as he did so.

"Hurts, Daddy," he started to cry, and Minho cooed sadly, standing up from his seat on the floor.

"Sit up for me, baby," he instructed softly. "You're lying on it so that's probably why it hurts, bubby."

Jisung did as he was told, but when he complained still about the pain in his mouth, Minho put two and two together.

"Oh, honey," he cooed, picking Jisung up from the sofa. "Daddy knows why it's hurting. The injection that they used so you wouldn't feel anything is starting to wear off, baby, and now that it's wearing off you can feel the pain."

"I don't want it to go away, Daddy," Jisung cried, shaking his head. "Don't want hurties."

"I know you don't, princess, I know. Daddy knows," Minho held Jisung's head close to his chest. "Do you want to try drinking some soup, Sungie? You'll feel much better if you have something."

But Jisung shook his head, clinging to Minho's t-shirt like it was a lifeline, and Minho frowned in concern.

"My poor baby," he shushed gently, rocking Jisung back and forth on his hip. "Do you want nap time, baby? Daddy will lie down with you."

Jisung's sobs turned to small sniffles as he nodded, and Minho stroked his hair.

"Good boy," he praised, walking in the direction of the bedroom.

Once he set Jisung down on the bed, he held one of the boy's hands and kissed his knuckles gently. "Baby, Daddy just needs to go and turn off the stove, ok? He'll be right back."

Minho was expecting a fuss from Jisung, but the little nodded sadly, letting go of Minho's hand without an argument, and Minho mentally reminded himself to reward Jisung for being so good today.

After a minute of Minho rushing around the kitchen to make sure everything was switched off, the older male was back in the bedroom, and he was surprised to see Jisung already asleep, fluffy hair peeking out from under the duvets.

Smiling, Minho crawled under the duvet, and Jisung immediately latched himself to his boyfriend's side, sniffling a little but nonetheless asleep.

Minho stroked Jisung's hair slowly, soothing the boy even further into sleep before drifting off to sleep himself.

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i'm so sorry i forgot to post earlier i'm hungover sjsnsjsnsj

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