ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one with the cute things he loves about her (PJM)

Jimin couldn't help stopping in his tracks when he traveled upstairs to Minseon's playroom. He smiles fondly at his family in there, the atmosphere was quiet and soothing. It was a rainy day outside, and therefore the house was dark save for the warm glow of the lamp that Hazel had on.

He studies his wife's pretty face, focused but content. He took in her laid back appearance: her curly brown hair was tied up out of her face and she was wearing his sweater with leggings, she had slippers adorning her feet, which were pulled up on the couch she was resting on.

Seeing her contented nature, he reminisced all the years he's had with her thus far. The challenges they faced and the love they shared. It was making his chest warm, which was a pleasant alternative to the nipping, wet chill from outside.

Jimin studied the brightness of her smile, how it reflected in his son's face. He remembered how she was so timid and would hide her sweet smile from him. And how she would get flustered whenever he kissed the corners of it.

Her small hands, which were quite adorable and intricate. She was bashful and hid them with her sleeves or gloves whenever she could. Jimin liked how she would melt when he would lace his fingers into hers with a firm grip. The kind of grip that suggested he would never let her go. The kind that suggested he would never stop expressing his love to her. She used to get so adorably embarrassed when his hand slid into hers while they made love.

The curls that framed her face, she used to always let them loose any chance she got until they started expecting their first baby. He remembered when she showed him how to braid her hair because he insisted he help her. He also really wanted an excuse to touch it without being rude. Her morning sickness was so bad both times she was pregnant. He used to hold her hair back for her when he could, tie it up and braid it when she was too exhausted to move. He wanted to help her when he was able, especially since he couldn't be with her as much as he wanted to while Minseon was in her tummy.

Her soft voice was melodic, especially when she spoke to the boys. It was soothing, and always had been. She tended to hum slow songs to herself while she cooked and thought she was alone. Jimin would always quietly observe and pretend he couldn't hear it, knowing she'd be embarrassed and stop if he let on to it. There were times, many of them, where he grew incredibly frustrated with himself and she would massage his scalp and whisper words of encouragement in his ear. It was the best solution when nothing else could get to him, and when it was hard to breathe.

She always had a sweetness to her, one you didn't have to reach far for to get. Her timidness in the past made it difficult to endure her, but she always had a sweet attitude. Never had a harsh word to say about anyone, even when they used to walk all over her. Jimin was relieved that she'd grown from that now, refusing to be stepped on by others but continuing to be as kind as can be. She'd grown so much since he met her - they both have. Jimin was a firm believer that they made each other better people, and he didn't care what anyone else had to say to refute their relationship.

She mattered to him, a lot. He hadn't cared so deeply for someone like this, not in this way. It was a kind of unconditional love he could have only ever experienced with her. He was proud of her, proud of her courage to endure such a difficult relationship with him. Proud and relieved. He admired her confidence, and though it wasn't all that extroverted or made known to the world, she held it within her. She maintained her strength when it seemed that the whole world was throwing stones at her. She took pride in her looks, most notably her skin. There were many requests that she bleach it to make it fairer but Hazel refused. Jimin loved that she respected herself enough not to change or succumb to the demands of people like others do. She didn't let such comments or headlines deter her self esteem, she took every slur, criticism, and chastising word and used it as armor.

It was the kind of thing that made him realize how important she was to have in his life, how detrimental she was to his reality. Quickly, as he reached those conclusions about her when they dated, Hazel became essential, a necessity. And he too, was more capable of brushing off the toxicity of the media that was surrounding their relationship based off speculation. Had he not made that realization he'd have been a very different person, their relationship nearly crumbled at first because of it. But Hazel held strong and it was her strength that kept their bond adhered together. Jimin hadn't been happier to have such a strong, gorgeous woman reserved for him.

She was teaching it to their children, she vowed to give them strength when nothing in the world would. She was determined to be there for their children no matter the cost. When they first discovered they were having Minseon she was so scared, terrified, even. She was convinced she wasn't ready for motherhood. But she refused to give up on their baby. Knowing the kind of world she grew up in, where no one wanted her, she couldn't stand to let that happen to their child. Jimin couldn't understand her fear for a long time, and he would never admit it, but he used to consider her concerns illegitimate.

But Hazel was right, the two of them would be their sons' only true connection to the world. As sad as the reality of it was, biracial children were hardly accepted anywhere. Hazel herself, as a black woman, had to endure that pain, too. The pain of not fitting in anywhere. That realization made Jimin's heart sink and his chest burn with fury, but Hazel had assured him that no matter what, she would support and stand by their kids.

She was quiet and reserved, kept to herself. But by God was that woman strong. Never had Jimin seen anyone harbor so much emotional and mental strength. So much as to endure what most people would call insane or imperceptible. She took a leap of faith being in a relationship with him, and their love sprouted in what should have been an arid environment. She nurtured their love with every fiber of her being, and he couldn't seem to express his gratitude enough for her patience and understanding with him.

She was smiling sweetly at their older son, helping him with a puzzle that he insisted they solve. He was quiet, too, mindful of his baby brother that Hazel had rested in her large breastfeeding pillow. Their voices were hushed as Jaemin nursed peacefully, the two of them putting the pieces together. Hazel had a fond, genuine smile making her face as she watched their toddler make connections and problem solve, mostly on his own. She gently strokes the dark brown curls on Jaemin's head.

Jimin debated whether or not he should join them in the moment or leave it as it is. But before he could move Hazel's eyes caught his fond gaze and her eyes seemed to light up more, shrinking into those adorable crescents that he grew to love so much.