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

The one where his wife gets pissed at him (KTH)

  The start of Taeyeon's day was not so great. She'd had an accident when she woke up, having been startled out of her sleep by the rumbling and crashing of the thunder outside. She felt really embarrassed about it, because her parents had just been convinced that she was a big girl, now. And yet she still couldn't avoid those diapers. She wasn't a baby anymore, she didn't want to wear diapers like her baby brother!

  But if she hadn't done something about it, her parents would find out anyway. The only other time she'd had an accident in bed she tried to hide it and was scolded for it and put back in diapers anyway. So she figured she may as well take her chances and tell her parents upfront. It was dark that morning with the storm casting over the sky and eliminating the sunlight that typically greeted their polished floors through the blinds. Taeyeon climbed out of her princess bed, desperate to get out of her soiled clothes. She hurried over to her door and stood on her tiny toes to pull the latch down, backing up and pulling the door with her.

  Her tiny feet tapped against the floor as she moved towards her parents' room, the door was usually unlocked, but she didn't expect it to be slightly ajar. She pushed it open and peeked inside the dark room, seeing her father's silhouette on the bed. She tried to find her Mommy but she wasn't visible, and Taeyeon was too impatient to get out of her clothes. She approached her father and put her tiny hands on the mattress, she looked up at his face, he was still in a deep sleep.

  "Daddy...! Daddy..." She called in a whisper, standing on her toes and reaching for his limp hand and tapping it. He stirs and Taeyeon stood back on her soles, watching him wake up. His eyes cracked open and he looked around the dark room, finding his daughter's cute, puffy face beside of him. She was a hard sleeper just like he was and Hope often laughed at how similar they both looked when they woke up. He grabs his phone and checks the time, it was six in the morning.

  "What're you doing up, baby girl?" He mumbled, straining as he stretched a bit. She looked down, a pout starting to make her face. Taehyung really wasn't in the mood for tears this early in the morning and was eager to go back to sleep once he took care of whatever she needed.

  "What's the matter?" He asked her and she still wouldn't look at him. Only muttering about being sorry and that she didn't mean it. Taehyung started to get a hunch as to what she was talking about, and pushed himself up. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and stood tall to his feet. Taeyeon looked up at him nervously, and she only ever got nervous when she was embarrassed about something, which was confirming his suspicions. He couldn't see much in the dark but he could tell what had happened. He took her back to her room to take care of it and after a bath he put her back in a diaper, much to her dismay. She didn't say it but she was quite pouty about it.

  "Whewe's Mommy?" She asked as he took her back to bed with him, since her sheets were being washed. Taehyung explained that Hope had gone to work that day and set her down on his wife's spot in their bed. He was quick to fall back asleep, though Taeyeon couldn't go back under. She sat up in the large bed, and grabbed the tv remote from her mother's nightstand. She flicked the tv on and pressed a button that scrolled through channels until she landed on her favorite one. She looked down at her Appa to see him still asleep and beamed as she thoroughly enjoyed her show. Though she was worried about the playdate she was supposed to be having later.

Taewon had woken up and Taehyung had decided to officially stop trying to go back to sleep. He made the kids breakfast and got a call from Hazel. She and Jimin decided that Minseon and Taeyeon could have their playdate at the park sometime next week, as the forecast showed no signs of clearing up until then. Taeyeon had listened the whole time and didn't bother asking her father about it, not wanting to get her own hopes up.

  After eating she decided she'd get her drawing from her room to finish working on. She had been drawing on it for about a week now, it was quite the large piece of pink paper for the three year old, and she was eager to finish her masterpiece. Her Mommy always gave her compliments on it, saying that her Daddy would love it when she was finished with it. It was for him, after all, since he's always working so much.