Taekook Oneshots

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stuck with u.

Taehyung POV

Through the cracks of eyelids, soft golden light pours into my head. I groan softly, turning my head to check the time. 7:30 in the morning. A tired sigh escapes my lips, as I prop myself up on two arms, careful not to wake the Sleeping Beauty beside me. 

Down the hall, I hear the sound of padded footsteps, pattering hesitantly, then stopping at the door.

"Myungie?" I call out softly.

A small, pale face peeks around the corner, glittery wide eyes staring at me, his small fingers grasping at his lilac blankie. 

"Papa?"

I smile softly at him, lifting my arms as a signal for him to come over. He waddles happily towards the bed, hopping into my arms. I peck him on the head, tickling gently under his chin. Hwanmyung giggles, glancing cautiously at his other dad, still asleep.

"Gotta keep it down, honeybun," I hush. "Daddy's sleeping."

He pouts.

"But it's morwning!" Myung hisses. "Morwning time is wake up time!"

I laugh, patting down the unruly mop of wavy hair topping his head. 

"Daddy had a long night," I explain gently. "Give him a couple more minutes, yeah?"

Defeated, Hwanmyung lets out a puff of air and flops back down into my arms. For a while, we both stare at Jungkook. He's lying on his back, brown curly hair framing closed, long lashed eyes. His shirtless chest heaves up and down at a steady pace, occasionally a sigh comes from his mouth.

"Isn't Daddy pretty?" I ask quietly.

"Very pwetty," Myung beams, nodding in agreement. "Pwease can I wake him up now?" 

I ponder his preposition, but it really doesn't take long for me to give in.

Hwanmyung hops off my lap, crawling onto the space in-between Jungkook and I. He carefully lays his head on the sleeping figure's chest, so that they're face to face. 

"Daddy∼" He presses, grasping the bare skin. "Wake up!"

Jungkook stirs, his lips pursed in low protest, eyes flickering to consciousness. When he adjusts to the brightness, the first thing to appear on his face is a loving smile.

"My little prince is up early today," He hums softly, reaching out to pull the excited three year old into his arms. "Were you being loud and woke Papa up?"

Myung pouts, shaking his head vigorously in protest. Jungkook laughs, absolute music to my ears, the way his eyes crease and the way you can see them sparkle. Our eyes lock for a second, and its almost like we have a full conversation.

Did you sleep well?

Yeah.

You look beautiful.

Don't lie, I look like soggy poop.

A smile tugs at my lips, as I lean down to join in on this cuddlefest. I rest my head on Jungkook's chest, wrapping my arms around Hwanmyung and squishing him between us. He wriggles around, complaining that it tickled, before finally settling down and burying his face in Jungkook's collar.

"What do you fancy doing today, buttercup?" I ask, threading my fingers through a particularly unruly tuft of Myung's hair. 

He gives it some serious thought, lips pursed as the wheels in his brain churn to action.

"I'm hungwy," Hwanmyung says at last, patting his stomach. "I want bweakfast."