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

The one with the silly dispute (KSJ)

  Seokjin groaned in satisfaction as his joints cracked, it wasn't until his wife picked her head up to send him a sleepy glare that he realized how loud he was being. Jin looked down at his infant daughter, and the light of his world, Jieun, who was sleepily sucking her thumb.

  Jin scratches his head, rubbing the aches out of his neck. Ingrid had insisted the baby sleep in bed with her - back when she was pregnant, Jin's mother took it upon herself to tell Ingrid that she had both her sons sleeping in bed with her until they were nearly a year old. Ingrid was hooked on the idea, and it didn't matter that Jin had bought Jieun her own crib to sleep in, which he'd already agreed that they'd keep in their bedroom anyway. Ingrid was insistent, and any time Jin would so much as question it he was threatened to sleep on the couch in the meantime. Jin refused to sleep on the couch for a year.

  But considering the awkward positions he had to sleep in, now, he was starting to seriously consider it. Not to mention Jieun's frequent waking up throughout the night. She sleeps beside of Ingrid, pretty much with half of the bed to herself, despite how she hardly moves in her sleep at all. Ingrid would always wake him up to let him know when it was his turn to take care of her. If she wasn't hungry or needed a change, she wanted to be held. And she would scream her head off until she was satisfied with the comfort. Jin wasn't sure why she cried for him to hold her so much, it was kind of sweet - if you don't consider the dozens hours of sleep he's lost. He loved his baby girl, she was his only child, so far. But Jin was so sleepy he literally couldn't see straight.

  He tottered his way out of their bedroom, trudging rather slowly to the kitchen so he could make himself some coffee. He's been surviving off of it since Jieun was born. Ingrid still insisted on not having any, though her doctor approved it. She was still breastfeeding, and Ingrid was extremely concerned with the effect of caffeine on their daughter, so she avoided it all together. Jin thought that was fair, but his wife has been sleeping a whole lot more in the meantime. Which meant a large portion of his day was usually spent taking care of Jieun by himself. He loved it - after a cup of coffee.

  He groggily prepared his mug, and went to fetch the milk from the fridge as his cup was brewing. Granted, his vision was still quite blurred from his lack of sleep, and he really couldn't see well at all. Something would have to be at the tip of his nose for him to see it clearly, so he lazily grabbed the white carton from the fridge, unscrewed it, and poured it into his mug with his coffee.

  He was too disoriented to put the carton back in the fridge for now, trying to down his coffee without burning his mouth too severely. As he sipped his mug, he felt a little more refreshed and awake, opting to make his wife something to eat. She hadn't really had any real food in about 12 hours, claiming she didn't have much energy to eat.

  He had plans of going to wake her up to eat, but heard the shuffling of feet on their floorboards. He saw Ingrid sleepily step out of the corridor, holding Jieun in her arm. The infant looked just as sleepy as her mother. Jin cooed.

  "Yah, yeobo, where'd you get the milk from? It's really sweet."

  Ingrid furrowed her brows and rubbed her eyes with her free hand, sitting down with Jieun in her lap. "Jin, I didn't buy the milk this week, you did." She reminded.

  He portions her food, knowing she wasn't going to be eating much already. Her lack of an appetite has made her lose a lot of weight very quickly, most, if not all of her baby weight was gone. If her breasts weren't as engorged as they tended to get you'd never think she had ever been pregnant. It was a fairly common feat, but still concerning. Jin worried she wasn't going to eat much at all today before going back to sleep. He sets a bowl of steamed eggs with rice in front of her, moving back to the stove to portion her porridge. "Are you sure I bought it this time? I got our usual brand from our local store."