I love to read, and I love making lists and putting this into order/systems, so here comes my list of all my readings (does include fics of my own in there too).
These detailed sorted lists are all the BTS fics that I have recommended/reblogged— I hope you find something that you like in there, and please, if you do, don’t hesitate to let the author know, okay? 🥹🥰
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Today I’m screaming lovingly about one of my favorite BTS fic writers. This interview series is my attempt to celebrate creativity, community, and the beautiful chaos that is writing about seven men who fundamentally altered our brain chemistry.
Please welcome: @rkiveslibrary✨
I first discovered Emily a few years ago during one of my monthly fic rec spirals, and honestly? I can’t even remember if she read one of my fics first or if I simply nosedived headfirst into hers—but that part doesn’t really matter. What does matter is the absolute sweetheart of a human that is Emily 🥹 Her writing is funny, heartwarming, and genuinely so good it should come with a warning label, and beyond that, she gives so much back to the Tumblr BTS fandom. From her monthly recs celebrating all kinds of chaotic Bangtan creativity (gifs, writing, graphic design—you name it), to the constant love she shows fellow creators, she’s truly a gem. My all-time favorite fic of hers is How To Train Your Human (knj), which permanently rewired my brain chemistry and altered my personality forever. She’s incredibly talented, endlessly kind, and I could not imagine a better person to kick this off—so please give the warmest, loudest welcome to Emily, the very first writer featured in Feral Fic Hours ✨💜
Rkiveslibrary: (That intro is so sweet omg what if i cryyy!!!!)
Lissa: You are going to make me cry! Okay, I have to start with the questions, so here’s the first one: what made you start writing BTS fanfiction?
Rkiveslibrary: I've always loved writing for fandoms and have always had so many ideas. The BTS writing community was just so fun and filled with so many creative people I wanted to be apart of that.
Lissa: Awww, that’s very understandable! I’m so happy to hear that you’ve found lovely community and friends on here. Is there something that fanfiction has given you, that you didn’t expect?
Rkiveslibrary: For me honesty. Friends. I have met some of the most incredible people though writing fanfiction. Not only through cheering on their work but having people to bounce ideas off of and fangirl with has been wonderful!
Lissa: … and know you’ve made me cry *sniffling* that is so sweet and I second that experience! Okay, before I lose sight of the interview. So. What part of yourself do you think sneaks into your writing the most?
Rkiveslibrary: I like to keep things light and goofy so I find a lot of silly jokes or just silly ideas come into play.
Lissa: That’s also one of the things that I really love about your writing, and I hope other people will too. If you had to describe your writing style in three unhinged words, what would they be?
Rkiveslibrary: Creative, horny, wild.
Lissa: 🤣🤣🤣 I can see that, yes. When you write, do you write chronologically or jump between scenes?
Rkiveslibrary: Chronological for sure. I'm someone who has a hard time putting a fic down and picking it up later (with reading and writing) so there have been moments where I have sat there for over seven hours writing a fic because I just HAVE to finish it all in one go.
Lissa: Seven hours straight, you’re writing like it was your regular job 🤧 I have the same urge though, so I really relate to this. I think this also perfectly highlights the amount of work you put into your writing! Which is another thing I’m curious about, but I’ll save that for another question, so first: who is your bias, bias wrecker, and the one who accidentally owns your soul?
Rkiveslibrary: I started as a Taehyung bias but always said I had a "soft spot" for Namjoon (before I knew what a bias wrecker was) Now I'd say I'm a Tae bias. A Namjoon wrecker and Yoongi is my strong #3
Lissa: Ooohh I feel you! Okay. If Bangtan were moots, who’d reblog everything you post?
Rkiveslibrary: Jimin, because I feel like he's the kind of person who would be really supportive. Also Jungkook because we are both down bad for Namjoon.
Lissa: I feel that’s so accurate! I can just imagine Jungkook reblogging everything as a thirsttrap lol. Or him having a huuuge ass archive for how bad he’s got it for Namjoon. And Jimin being supportive, oh yes, I think that’s spot on. Okay, the last thing I wanna ask you, and I’m gonna circle back to one of the earlier ones, is, what’s one thing you wish readers knew about the effort behind fic writing?
Rkiveslibrary: How long it takes. For me personally an 8K fic can take anywhere from eight to ten hours to complete by the time I write it out, edit it, edit it again, and get the post ready for tumblr.
Lissa: Girl that’s so long! (also same, writing takes time!!!). I wish more people would understand this too. How much time and energy goes into writing fics. I’m glad you wanted to join the fandom and that you wanted to be interviewed for one of my silly new ideas 🥹 I’m really happy that I found you on this platform, and I truly hope that more people discover you and get to read your amazing and funny stories!!!
Thank you so much to @rkiveslibrary for letting me pick her brain and scream about writing 💜
Please go shower her with love, read her work, and leave comments like your life depends on it (because it kind of does).
Hello! This is my recap of all my favorite art/gifs/fics that I stumbled upon in the month of October :) If you like any of these don't forget to reblog to share them!
ART
This gorgeous flowery Seokjin by @byndebondry
The cutest DK (Seriously I love OPs art style) by @sharkuraa
The cutest Fairy Taehyung by @eterniitty
Picheolin my funky little man!!! by @sharkuraa
The most boyfriend Namjoon art I have ever seen by @ayinvui
The cutest Hoshi/Woozi by @mythryl00
GIFS
Namjoon Namjooning by @namgination
The coolest Seventeen gif set that really shows how much our boys have grown by @soonhoonsol
This Jungkook hand gifset that is just as beautiful as his hands by @jung-koook
This Namjoon gifset because his words give me major comfort by @jung-koook
A BTS gifset that makes me emotional by @meedinuku
The most creative Jimin birthday set by @heybaetae
This Hoshi gif set because it's beautiful and I miss him real bad by @facethesuns
This Seventeen gifset that is so cool I've stared at it far too many times by @chwedout
The cutest, sweetest BTS gif set by @fireworksgalaxy
FANFICTIONS
Want you mad want you reckless by @100vern
You guys this fic was insannne (In the best way) the smut was spicy and perfect and there were moments in the fic where I had to put my phone down and cover my face because it was just so spicyyyyy. Good gosh this was a TREAT
Bite by @sailorsoons
I'm tagging the entire master list because this fic is unreal. The world building is perfection the storyline keeps you on your toes and I can't wait to read more. The last chapter that was posted was smutty perfection and I actually reread it a couple times because wowowowoowoww
White Rabbit by @seungkw1
Oh this fic was incredible! Right from the first chapter it sucked me right in and I was on the edge of my seat trying to figure out what was going to happen next. This Seungkwan was spicy and sly and this fic SHOOK ME
Double Scoop of Trouble by @kingofbodyrolls
THE JIMIN QUEEN RETURNS WITH A BANG seriously I sat in one spot for HOURS reading this fic because I just couldn't stop. The way Lissa wrote this was so descriptive and perfect. You want a slow burn. YOU GET A SLOW BURN that makes you want to scream into your pillow (in the best way I promise) It was incredible!!!
It smells like nostalgia and hope and half-finished fics.
The shelves are full of stories by lovely souls—old favorites, hidden gems, and new hearts waiting to be found.
No deadlines. No pressure. Just love, words, and community.
My bts fic library is back, baby 💛
(spotlights, recs, tag games, and cozy chaos incoming.)
It's been four years since that crazy night where you unexpectedly gave birth to Sarang in the shower –without knowing you were pregnant– and everyday has been a new adventure for you and your husband.
Two years and a half after Sarang's birth, you and Jimin started trying for another baby and the night of Sarang's 3rd birthday, you placed on your wonderful husband's hands a positive pregnancy test, the morning after a doctor will confirm you were 8 weeks pregnant. Aera, your second baby girl –your little moon– arrived on a chilled spring night at 39 weeks. Watching the first interaction between your little sunshine and your little moon, brought immense joy to your heart as well as to Jimin's and you remember it as if it was yesterday.
Jimin enters your hospital room with Sarang in his arms.
“Mummy,” she giggles, happy to see you after not seeing you for hours.
“My little sunshine,” you smile, hugging her and kissing her little cheeks when Jimin sits her on the hospital bed.
She looks around the room. “And the baby? Daddy said I would see the baby,” she pouts.
You chuckle and cup her little face, softly squishing her chubby cheeks. “Are you excited to meet your baby sister?
“Yes!” she squeals, making you and Jimin awe at her cuteness.
“Sit here, my sunshine,” Jimin pats on the bed before walking towards the little crib next to your bed, picking up the newest member of your family.
You help Sarang to carefully wrap her little arms around her baby sister as Jimin sits behind her to also help her hold her little sister.
She gasps in awe when the tiny baby in her arms opens her eyes and stretches her little arms.
“She's so tiny, like my dolls,” she giggles and bops her tiny nose, surprising you and Jimin when she tenderly presses her cheek on her little head and mumbles how much she already loves her.
“Her name is Aera,” Jimin tells her. “Do you like her name?”
Sarang nods, her little eyes stuck on her baby sister.
“Aera means love, just like your name.”
Sarang gasps excited. “Really, daddy?”
Jimin nods, softly smiling at his toddler princess while playing with her ponytails. “Would you like to know why we gave you and your baby sister names that mean love?”
“Because you love us?” She asks in that soft little voice she has, melting your heart and Jimin's at the same time it brings tears to each other's eyes.
“Yes, my sunshine,” Jimin nods. “Because we love both so, so, so much that we want you to always remember it.”
“I love you too, very much, mummy and daddy.”
You dry your tears and smile at your sweet husband. “I love you,” you whisper.
He smiles too as he dries the tears that escape his eyes and leans to kiss you. “And I love you,” he whispers back, enjoying the time with his favourite girls in the world.
Little footsteps bring you back from your memories.
“Mummy, I'm dressed, look,” a little voice speaks behind you in Aera’s nursery.
You turn around and smile at your adorable 4 year-old, your little sunshine -as your husband calls her–, your Sarang, who excitedly shows you her very stylish outfit –a black turtleneck top with blue skinny jeans, a pair of mules and a black hat that used to be yours but she stole and claimed it hers.
You cup her little face and kiss her cheeks, making her laugh with you. “You look very lovely, my sunshine.”
“Thank you, mummy,” she smiles, “ you look very lovely too,” she adds, earning a smile and more kisses from you.
“A little charmer, just like your dad,” you chuckle, “won't you be cold?”
Sarang looks at you, thinking. “I'll be back,” she says before running off.
You shake your head with a smile and get back to finishing packing Aera's diaper bag.
Checking the time on your wrist watch –a nice shiny gift from your husband after Sarang's birth–, 3:43pm, you walk to your bed and softly caress your baby girl’s head and back.
“Wake up, little moon,” you whisper, kissing her head, inhaling on that intoxicating sweet smell babies have.
Quietly, Sarang re-enters the room, this time wearing a black faux leather jacket with a faux sheepskin trim.
You wink at her. “Ms. Park, you look fantastic.”
She twirls and cutely bows, sending you a flying kiss –something she learned from your older brother, Seokjin. “I know, mumma, thank you.”
You chuckle. “Want to help me wake up our little sleepyhead?”
She grins and walks towards the bed. “Wake up baby moon, we are picking up daddy from work, and uncle Tae and auntie Nari are going to be there too,” Sarang whispers, softly grabbing her little sister's tiny hand, leaving tiny kisses on the back.
You smile, proud of your sunshine. “You are such an amazing and caring sister, my love,” you remind your oldest daughter, kissing her free small hand. “Aera is very lucky to have you as an older sister, you know?”
“And I'm very lucky to have her too, mummy,” she replies as you blink away the tears that threaten to abandon your eyes.
“My lucky girls,” you whisper, gasping in surprise when you catch Aera looking at you both with a sleepy smile.
“Look who finally woke up,” you chuckle as Sarang happily wiggles.
Aera giggles, hiding her face as she kicks her little chubby legs.
“Come on, baby,” you say, picking her up and heading to her nursery with Sarang jumping behind you. “Let's pick a cute outfit for you.”
Sarang opens one of the drawers. “This one mummy,” she squeals, showing you a cute white teddy bear onesie. “Do you like it, baby Aera? She asks her baby sister. “ You can be a baby bear today, baby moon.”
You smile at Sarang. “That's a cute outfit, sunshine,” you say, placing Aera on her changing table.
You get her out of the onesie she was sleeping with before changing her diaper.
“Now, we put on a clean fresh one,” you say, tickling Aera’s tummy making her squeal.
“Hands up, baby!” you say, laughing when Sarang beside you raises her arms and Aera mirrors her, allowing you to slide on her the clean onesie and the teddy bear one.
“And done,” you mumble as you zip up the onesie. “We look cute, don't you think, my little sunshine?” you ask Sarang, who nods, giggling. “Let’s take a selfie in front of the big mirror downstairs. Come on. Let's go.”
After the selfie, you buckle up Aera on her stroller.
“I think we have everything, so we are ready, right?” You mumble to yourself as you put on a white thick hoodie and wrap a scarf on your neck.
Sarang listens while feeding Kitkat a biscuit. “We are ready, mummy,” she smiles.
Behind her, sits Cherry –the one year-old cocker spaniel you and Jimin got her a couple of months before Aera's arrival– already on her harness and leash.
You chuckle while placing the diaper bag on the storage basket in Area’s stroller –you take the stroller with you because you know she will get tired of being in the baby carrier. “You are right, my love. Let's go. Bye bye Kitkat.”
“Bye bye, Kitkat,” Sarang repeats after you.
Kitkat just meows, stretching and going back to sleep after the yummy snack Sarang gave her.
It's autumn, so the sun still shines in the sky, but there's a chilly breeze, so you fix over Aera's head the hoodie of her teddy bear jumpsuit, making sure her little ears are warm.
You laugh as Sarang runs and jumps with Cherry around the park that's on the way to Jimin's office.
“Love, don't run so fast with those shoes! You might fall!” You tell her when she trips but thankfully doesn't fall. “Those freaking mules,” you mumble, she hasn't stopped wearing them since Taehyung gifted them to her on her birthday.
A few minutes later Sarang squeals after spotting a familiar figure coming her way and runs to her with Cherry.
“Auntie!” She says, jumping on Nari’s arms.
“Hello, my little love bug,” you twin sister laughs, spinning her oldest goddaughter –yes, you obviously make your twin sister the godmother of your two daughters, as well as Jimin choose Taehyung to be both of the girls' godfather–, making her shoes fly off, laughing when she has to step on her tip toes over Nari's shoes while you gather her mules.
“Thank you, mummy,” your sunshine smiles as she slides her little feet back on her shoes.
Letting go of Sarang, your sister finally greets you with a hug and crouches down to smooch Aera’s chubby cheeks –something she inherited from your husband along with his plush lips and tiny nose, just like your little Sarang.
“How did you know we were here?” you ask, giving a fuzzy Aera a toy when she starts whining.
Nari laughs, stealing the stroller from you, loving to push her baby niece around –something she loved doing with Sarang too, until she grew out of the stroller phase.
“I just kinda figured you would be here with the girls since Sarang loves walking through this park very much when you two pick up Jimin from work.”
“Ah,” you hum, “and here I was thinking it was a twin thing, you know? Like you could sense where I am and stuff,” you say, crossing the street as you leave the park, one hand firmly holding Sarang's and the other Cherry’s leash.
Nari snorts as she walks beside you with the stroller, rolling her eyes. “That thing only activates when we are up to mischief, girl.”
You spend the rest of the walk talking and laughing, only stopping when Sarang startles you when she suddenly breaks free from your hand, running to Jimin after spotting him outside his office building waiting for you. “Daddy!”
Cherry barks too, moving her tail, excited to see Jimin too as he catches Sarang mid jump and squeezes her in a loving hug.
“Daddy, are you happy we came to pick you up?” She asks, rubbing her nose against his.
“I'm so happy you came to pick me up, my little sunshine,” he chuckles, smooching her yummy cheeks before setting her on her feet, letting her run to hug his godfather, who compliments her shoes.
Walking towards you, your husband greets you with a kiss and crouches down to take an excited Aera from her stroller as you greet Taehyung –who officially became your brother-in-law when he marry Nari two months before Aera's birth.
“My little moon,” Jimin smiles, earning some giggles when he pretends to eat her little cheeks.
“Seri,” you husband greets your sister, “you are still not giving my little girls thick glazed ginger cookies, right?” he asks, teasing his sister-in-law while giving Cherry some scratches under her ear after hearing her say something to Sarang about cookies.
Taehyung laughs with you when Nari dramatically gasps, faking offence. “Me? What? When have I ever done such a thing to a parent? Imagine me, a nice lovely considerate young woman, giving cookies high in sugar to kids just to make them hyperactive and annoy their parents. Me? Never.”
“Was Uncle Suga high with cookies?” Sarang asks, tilting her head, very confused. “Mummy, can you fly after eating cookies?” She asks you, widening her eyes in excitement.
“Oh my god!” Jimin and Taehyung gasp for air, with Aera giggling in her father's arms from just watching him laugh, Nari covers her mouth with her hands while you stifle your laugh, thinking on how to answer Sarang's question.
Taehyung leans closer to Jimin. “Not with cookies but with brownies,” his friend whispers in his ear, reminding him his bachelor trip –three weeks before your wedding– to Amsterdam with friends that included your brothers Seokjin and Namjoon, your brother-in-law Jiho –because he is still young in his heart–, Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi –who was dragged to the trip by Seokjin after convincing him that he was in need of a break from his job as a music producer– and because of the language barrier and thick Dutch accent, he couldn't understand when someone offered him happy brownies, eating a few of them thinking they were normal ones. It was an hour later when the rest of the group would realise what Yoongi had eaten, having to take him back to the hotel as he was trying to take off his clothes and parade naked around the city, laughing at the sky and telling strangers he loved them.
“What a trip,” Jimin laughs into his hand after buckling up his baby girl back in her stroller and making space for a tired Cherry, who jumps inside the storage basket next to the diaper bag as you and Nari talk to Sarang. “Good thing we learned from that and your bachelor trip was quiet, compared to mine,” he whispers to Taehyung, earning another laugh from him.
Crouching down with Nari, you explain Sarang what her auntie meant. “No, sunshine,” you chuckle lightly, “you can't fly after eating cookies, what auntie Nari meant when she said that the cookies were say high on sugar was that the cookies had too much sugar, like tons of sugar, not that the cookies made uncle Suga fly,” you tell her, hoping she understand at least half of what you said.
“Ohhhhh,” she says. “So high on sugar means a lot of sugar,” she repeats, making you smile at how smart she is. “And when cookies don't have a lot of sugar?”
Nari smiles at her cuteness. “When cookies don't have a lot of sugar, we say they are low on sugar,” she explains.
“Wow,” Sarang says in awe. “And the cookies you promise me are high or low in sugar, auntie?” She asks, not knowing she's throwing her godmother under the bus.
“Nari!” Jimin gasps. “You traitor, how dare you?.”
“You promised you wouldn't let her try those cookies!” You whine, holding Sarang close to you as you cover her ears.
“She unveil your plan to them,” her husband laughs.
“The betrayal,” Nari whispers, looking at the sky. “Aera would never,” she dramatically sighs.
Taehyung cackles. “Aera is nine months old!”
Nari stomps.“Aish,” she pouts, hugging her husband, who laughs at the failure of her plan. “It's just a little sugar.”
“It's just a little sugar,” Jimin mockingly repeats. “The first time I tried your cookies, they almost put me in a diabetic coma, so please, keep your cookies away from my children.”
Nari gasps again, sticking her tongue out at your husband as if she was a child.
You laugh as you remember how much water Jimin drank after eating said cookies, you even took him for a walk around the Namsan Park to tired him out as if he was an hyperactive puppy.
“They were diabolical, sis. Do you even remember the Christmas where you introduced Tae as your boyfriend? Our nephews were a nightmare,” you remind her. “Poor Chae-rin called later, stressed about the boys because they wouldn't settle quietly. And Seokjin and Ailiseu had to deal with sick Ha-ru and Ha-neul because they had too much sugar. And you swore you would never do that to Jimin and I. You did that to them because they c-o-c-k-b-l-o-c-k-e-d you once, but we haven't! Nari, now you are not allowed to feed my children,” you say, sticking your tongue out at your sister as you pick up Sarang.
Taehyung howls. “Oh my god!”
“NOOOOO,” Nari gasps, throwing herself over her husband, pretending she faint.
Jimin takes your hand as he pushes the stroller. “Let's leave Tae deal with his drama cookie queen,” he tells you, pointing at his car.
“Sunshine, wave goodbye to your godparents and tell your aunt you will prepare a big fruit salad bowl just for her next time you see her,” you whisper in your daughter's ear –knowing your sister hates fruits with a passion– as Jimin buckles up Aera in her car seat, secures Cherry's harness with a dog seat belt and and waits for you to bring Sarang at the other side of the car.
“Bye, uncle! Bye, auntie!” She waves goodbye to her godparents, “I will prepare a big fruit salad bowl for you the next time I see you, auntie!” she screams as Jimin buckles her up on her car seat too.
“I see what you did there, Mrs. Park!”
You roll down the window after getting inside Jimin's car. “I did nothing, Mrs. Kim!”
“And you say I'm diabolical!”
You and Jimin laugh as he reverses the car.
“Bye guys!” you two wave at Taehyung and Nari, Sarang busy at the back softly scratching Cherry's belly.
A whiny Nari and a smiley Taehyung wave back, making you two cackle when he suddenly picks your sister up as if she was a potato sack, throwing her over his shoulder, walking towards his car as she hits his ass.
“Oh to be newlyweds!” You laugh.
“Should we renew our vows, love?” Jimin asks you.
Your eyes widen in surprise. “Not a bad idea, my love.”
“So, next year? It's our tenth anniversary. The girls can walk down the aisle with the flowers and new rings.”
You grin at your husband. “Okay, baby, let's do it.”
He grins back, kissing your hand. “Tokyo?”
You nod, excited. “Tokyo.”
“What are vows?” Sarang asks from the back.
You laugh. “Wedding vows are promises that a couple makes to each other on their wedding day. When daddy and I got married we vowed to always love each other and make each other very happy no matter what.”
“Ohhhh,” Sarang claps, “and you are going to that again?” She asks, cutely tilting her head.
Jimin nods. “Yes, baby, we will have another wedding and you will carry the rings just like in aunt Nari and uncle Tae’s wedding.”
Sarang squeals in delight on her car seat, earning giggles from Aera and a bark form Cherry
You chuckle with Jimin. “And you and Aera will wear beautiful dresses, isn't that amazing?”
She throws her arms in excitement. “Yes, yes, I love dresses, mummy! And Cherry can have a dress too?”
You nod, softly chuckling. “Of course she can, my little one.”
“We should have a party too, love,” Jimin tells you.
Sarang gasps. “With food and music?”
You agree with Jimin and reply to your daughter. “Yes, baby girl, a party with food and music.”
“And fried chicken?”
Jimin laughs hard. “Yes, my sunshine, we can have fried chicken too at the party.”
“And aunt Nari's cookies?”
You two visibly shiver, shaking your heads, grimacing at each other. “What about strawberry daifuku? Spring is a good season to eat strawberries,” you suggest, hoping she forgets the cookies.
“That's an amazing idea!” Jimin quickly exclaims, stopping at a red light. “Our little sunshine loves strawberries.”
“Everyone loves strawberries!” you say.
Jimin nods. “And we can have chocolate castella cake too!”
You look at Jimin. “Ain't that too much sugar too?” you whisper.
“Better that than those c-o-o-k-i-e-s, love,” He whispers too.
You grimace. “Fine…” you mutter, changing your expression to a cheerful one. “Chocolate castella cake and strawberries!”
Fortunately for you and Jimin, Sarang forgets about the cookies and squeals. “Yaaaay! Chocolate and strawberries!”
Sighing in relief, you and Jimin cheer with her. “Yaaaay!”
You hold Jimin's hand, giving him a soft squeeze. “We got this, my love.”
“I know, baby, I know, we got this,” he replies, kissing the back of your hand, moving forward when the light turns green.
Holding your hand in his, Jimin laughs as Sarang starts telling him about her day at the kindergarten. Glancing at you, he softly smiles when he notices how lovely the sun glows on you as it gets low.
You catch him staring at you and blush. “Focus on the road, you are carrying precious cargo here,” you whisper, winking at him.
He chuckles, squeezing your hand. “I love you,” he whispers.
You blow a tiny kiss his way. “I love you more,” you say it back.
“WE LOVE YOU TOO, MUM AND DAD!” Sarang exclaims, throwing her arms in the air as Aera giggles, kicking her little legs on her car seat.
You and Jimin smile widely. “And we love you!”
Eyes focus on the road, Jimin drives, imagining the day he gets to renew his vows to you, feeling butterflies on his tummy already picturing you in another white dress, walking towards him for a second time, but this time in company of the two most important persons in your lifes, Sarang and Aera, your little sunshine and little moon.
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For my dear sunshine @kingofbodyrolls
It's 11am when the front door of your home opens and your gorgeous husband walks through it with a smile on his face, in his hands, he carries a flower bouquet, baby pink and white peonies, your favourites.
"Baby! What are you doing here when you only left 3 hours ago?" You exclaim running and jumping into his arms, squeezing him and leaving kisses all over his face.
"My love", he laughs, "I just missed you so much, I said fuck work and came home to you" he tells you, as he pecks your lips “Here” he hands you the peonies, “for you, my love” smiling when you hold the bouquet.
"Thank you so much, my baby!" You laugh into the kiss "Now tell me why are you home so early!" You ask, trying to tickle him in the belly as Kitkat, the adorable calico cat you adopt 2 years ago, shows up meowing to greet his human dad, Jimin immediately getting down on his knees to scratch behind his beloved Kitkat ear.
"Okay, okay" he laughs standing up after giving Kitkat some love, "Mr. Nam sent us home Tae and I because we have to catch a flight to Tokyo tonight, it's just for one night tho, we'll be coming back tomorrow afternoon in the 4pm flight after the meeting with the Japanese associates" he replies, cradling your face with both hands leaving multiple pecks on your lips.
"Mmm... In that case, Mr. Nam was very considerate in sending you home early" you bite your lip at the same time you start loosening up the same tie you helped him tie earlier in the morning.
"I know, right?" He replies while he starts undoing the buttons in front of your summer dress while he kisses and marks your pretty neck, letting it fall on the floor, leaving you in nothing more than his favourite lingerie set, a baby pink bra with a thong so tiny it barely covers your core.
"Fuck baby girl, come here" he easily picking you up, making you giggle as he carries you upstairs to your shared bedroom.
Soon the rest of his clothes and your lingerie set are laying on the floor, leaving you completely naked in front of him except for the gold heart pendant necklace he gifted you on your first anniversary as a couple, the golden piece looking pretty in your collarbone, he pecks your lips and kneels at the edge of the bed, holding your ankles and pulling you close to him, he looks like a starved man, eyeing your glistening pussy as if it was a whole feast.
"Such a pretty pussy" he mumbles as he kisses down from your ankles to your thighs, "my favourite meal, every time of the day", he says looking at you with hooded eyes at the mess you already are, as he places a kiss on your clit, a moan leaving your lips and you ran one of your hands through his dark hair and the other to your breast to pinch with your nipple.
His sinful mouth sucks clit and licks your entrance, his fingers come to tease you, gathering your wetness and pushing inside your walls, “such a greedy pussy, sucking my fingers,” he says, fingering you, getting you ready for his cock. The sight of you, bare, sprawled out on bed with legs wide open, love bites decorating your neck and your arms on each side of your head, gets him hard as a rock, your hooded eyes expectantly looking at him as your lips parted slightly with gasps escaping through them, your tight pussy clenches around his fingers, eager to have his big fat cock rearranging your guts.
Wanting to see you cum, he speeds up the movements of his fingers and sucks on your clit, your hips start moving at the rhythm of his fingers, he presses a hand over your womb and the pressure sends you to the edge, your head thrown back as your hands hold a tight grip on the sheets.
"You look so pretty when you cum, baby girl" he praises, leaving little kisses on his way from your pussy to your neck, soon hovering over you placing a sweet kiss on your lips where you can taste yourself.
You smile at him still high from your orgasm, and pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss, your tongues dancing together, you reach for his cock as excitement runs through your body at the thought of having him inside you.
"Jimin, baby" you breath, "I wanna ride you" your nails slightly scratch his back, causing him to shiver along with your words.
"Then come sit on my lap baby girl" he chuckles as you change places and find yourself straddling his thighs, more than ready to sit on his cock, “Kiss me” he says and you cup his face to kiss him.
"I wanna see how you fill me up, baby" you mumble in the kiss, parting from his plump lips, to look down at your laps just in time to see how his cock slides inside your tiny pussy, moans leaving your and his lips, his hands tightening their grip on your waist as you start riding him.
"Fuck baby" he moans, "you're so tight, no matter how many times I fuck you, you're always tight" his words make you clench around him, as he leaves another trail of love bites through your neck, red spots that tomorrow will be purple.
The bounce of your breasts have him in trance, he's been obsessed with them since the first time you had sex, always having the need to feel them and holding them in his hands, sometimes he hugs you while you are cooking and both of you laugh when he cheekily slides his hands under your shirt, many times of those have ended up with you two having hot wild sex in the kitchen counter, and unfortunately, a burnt dinner.
"God, your tits drive me crazy, babe" he moans, one of his hands leaves your waist to squeeze one of them, "fuck imagine these, filled with milk" his cock twitches at the thought, "would you let me put a baby in you, babygirl?" he softly asks against your breast before tenderly sucking on your nipple, “you would look so pretty, baby girl, swollen with my baby, so full of me” you throw your head back and obscene moans escape through your lips, as your pussy clenches tighter around him at the thought of carrying his baby, a baby half you and half Jimin.
"Yes, please" you mumble kissing his lips, "I want that, I want us to have a baby"
"Really?" he asks, stopping his thrusts and an excited smile appears on his face.
Gasping for air, you nod, kissing his lips, "yes, my love, I want a baby with you!" You giggle, tears forming in your eyes when you look at him and notice his eyes are also teary. One of his biggest dreams is becoming a dad, having kids with you, the love of his life, the sweet girl he met 6 years ago on a rainy summer day.
He was dripping wet, he had only leave his office building to have lunch and now was running through the street looking for a coffee shop to shelter himself from the rain, when he found you, in a yellow short summer dress and white converse, standing in the middle of the street spinning around carefree with your arms wide open, laughing at the sky, only stopping your spinning when you notice his standing there looking at you with a soft smile on his lips, he's wearing a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and the first three buttons undone, tuck in a pair of black dress pants that fit him perfectly and black chelsea boots. High on happiness, you walked up to where he was standing looking at you and held your hand to him, "would you like to dance with me?" you smiled at him, a little blush painting your cheeks, "I would love to" his soft voice filled your ears. Since that day your lives have become one. You finally found out what ‘love at first sight’ meant, as you two fell in love hard and fast, and exactly one year later, on another rainy day, he took you to that same spot, got down on one knee, and with shaking hands holding a ring, he asked you to be his forever, “only if you are mine forever too, Park Jimin,” you replied smiling as happy tears ran down your face. Laughing, he picked you up, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him, "Oh sweet love of mine, I've been yours since the day we met and I'll continue to be yours in eternity” he deeply kissed you. The following spring, in a beautiful ceremony, surrounded by cherry blossom trees in Japan, your older brother, Seokjin, walked you down the aisle, where, with happy tears in your eyes, in front of your families and friends, you and Jimin said ‘I do’. The sweet start of your fairytale with the love of your life.
"Baby?", you say, softly cradling his face in your hands, leaving a little kiss on those juicy lips of him you love, to wake him up from his daydreaming.
"I love you so much ____, you have no idea how much happiness you bring into my life", he smiles at you, one hand pushing your hair out of your face and the other pressing your body tight against him to kiss you deeply.
Slowly he starts thrusting again, both hands now on your waist to help you set the pace, your hands in his hair, a mix of i love yous, heavy breathing and soft moans can be heard all over the room. You can feel yourself getting close, but you don't want to cum yet, he just feels so god damn good inside you, it's not your fault, your husband is hot as hell and well, you are greedy and have zero shame for it.
"Jimin" you softly moan his name, his hooded eyes meet yours, he looks deliciously lost in the pleasure your pussy gives him, so clueless about what you are going to ask, "I want you to fuck me from behind, baby, I read it's a good position that helps conceiving" you ask him, sealing your request with a deep kiss. He nods, lifting you from his lap and you quickly get on said position, wiggling your ass to him when you are ready. ‘What a lucky bastard you are, Park Jimin’ he thinks to himself. Placing himself behind you, he takes a deep breath or he will just cum at the sight of your ass up in the air wiggling for him, grabbing his cock, he taps the tip to your entrance, "please baby, please, hurry up and put a baby in me" you moan “make my belly swell with your baby, Jimin, please” you moan desperately separating more your legs, giving him this time a clearer view of your dripping pussy, “fuck” he throws his head back, his hands separate your ass cheeks to give him more access to your slit, and slowly his hard cock, already wet with your fluids, slides once again inside your pussy feeling longer and girthier that before. Choked moans leave you as your husband starts thrusting harder and deeper, your moans are beyond obscene, choked short sentences like ‘breed me’, ‘let me make you a daddy’ and ‘give me your cum’ leave your lips.
His hips move at an inhuman speed, sneaking a hand between your legs to rub your swollen clit, the deadly grip your pussy has on his length it's killing him, and he wants you to cum first before filling your pussy to the brim. Creaming his cock, your moans now are pornographically loud and soon you are coming undone seconds before Jimin, filling you up so much it starts slowly leaking down your legs.
Gently pulling out of you, Jimin helps you on your back and fixes a pillow under your hips, looking down at the trail of cum that's spilling out of you, he gathers it with his fingers and pushes it back in your pussy, your body jumps and soon you become a moaning mess once again when he starts rubbing circles on your clit, "come on, baby girl" he says kissing you, "cum for me one more time" he asks you, sucking on your nipples, your high hitting you faster this time, and soon you find yourself exhaustedly shaking under Jimin's gaze, "so pretty" he says placing a hand on your belly, over the future home of your baby, smiling at him with tears in your eyes, you place your hand over his, "I can't wait to start a family with you" you whisper, Jimin, with a hand on your cheek, replies "I can't wait either". You two stay in bed sharing kisses and giggling like teenagers, and after a short nap, a supposed quick shower with him that ends up being a quick fuck against the shower door and a delicious lunch, you find yourself bidding goodbye to your husband at the front door.
“My love, take care of yourself, okay?" He kisses you, “I'll call as soon as I land in Tokyo, okay?” you nod smiling at him when he leans for another kiss “I love you so much, love of my life” he smiles against your lips, then he gets down to the level of your belly, pushes up your top and places his hands under you bellybutton, your hands find themselves scratching his scalp as he kisses the little space between his hands while whispering “can't wait to find out if you are there or not, baby Park, but if you are not there don't worry, little one” this time cheekily looks up at you and says “that just means I'll keep stuffing good your mum like a xmas turkey” and stands up cackling when you gasps out loud and hit his shoulder scandalised at his words, cheeks red as a tomato and mouth open in an O in surprise. The sweet moment ruined by his filthy words.
“Park Jimin!”, you exclaim laughing, hitting his shoulder again.
“Sorry baby”, he laughs harder, he gets down once again to kiss your tummy and when he places his hands where he had them before, he could swear he feels a kick, surprised he looks at you.
“Baby did you feel that?” He asks with eyes wide open.
“Yes, baby I did, it's probably a freaking gas that's stuck in there, taking its sweet time until it's ready to come out” you reply laughing when you see how big he has opened his eyes.
“It felt like a kick” he smiles standing up, “our baby will kick like that soon, I can feel it, my love” he tells you with a big smile on his face, smiling back at him you hug him and he quickly envelopes you in his arms, your head fitting perfectly under his chin, he looks at you both through the huge mirror you have next to the front door.
“Wait, lets take a photo before I leave, baby girl”, he says taking out his phone from his jeans front pocket, “we will show this to our baby one day, and tell him we took this picture the day we conceived them”
You laugh at his occurrences, but somehow he's right, you can document this as proof of how much you wanted to have a baby.
“Ready baby?” Your husband asks you.
“Yes, my love” you reply, the both of you smiling as he takes some photos.
“Okay, my love, now I do have to go, it's almost 7pm and Tae will come any minute to pick me up” he says as holds you to kiss you one last time.
“Bye baby girl, I love you, I'll call you later, okay?” he opens the door and you stand there looking at him as he walks into the elevator,
“Bye, baby, take care, I love you, be careful with the sushi” you wave at him, trying not to cackle when you see his eyes wide open, a scandalized expression on your husband's face as he gasps pretending to be offended, just as the elevator door closes, the last thing you get to hear being “WOMAAAAN HOW D-” this time you're unable to suppress your laughs and you cackle at your husband's expression. The sushi joke started when he went to a dinner in a Japanese restaurant with the same associates he will meet on this trip and got food poisoning after eating sushi.
Closing the front door, you stand in front of the mirror and lift your top, placing a hand right above where one day will grow a baby, you smile and allow yourself to daydream about it. You, Jimin and your little baby.
Your phone rings with Jimin's videocall at exactly 11:35 pm to let you know he's safe and sound at his hotel room and is gonna get ready for bed soon. You are also in bed, missing his warmth, your sweet Kitkat keeping you company. Sending him a flying goodbye kiss, you hang up, turn the lights off and you close your eyes letting Kitkat purrs lull you to sleep.
Sleep doesn't last long, the clock marks 2:14am when you wake up feeling little cramps. ‘Fuck, my period’ you think and groan, disappointed with yourself, because you failed to notice you weren't ovulating, and your period was coming anytime soon.
“Be realistic ___, it doesn't always happen at the first try” you tell yourself in the bathroom when you're looking for some painkillers to stop the pain from getting worse. A few minutes later you're back in bed after taking a couple of pills, with Kitkat, who scoops closer to you for cuddles.
The morning comes and your cramps haven't gotten better, you feel a pressure in your lower abdomen and back that comes and goes. In your room, while getting dressed after a quick shower, you get a text from Jimin. On short trips like this, he hardly has time to call you, so it makes you really happy when he texts you even if he's very busy…
“Good morning, my love, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you, can't wait to be home with you later. Have a good day, I love youuuu” smiling, you quickly text him back “Good morning to you too, my heart, I'm thinking about you too, my baby and can't wait to have you here at home with me. Have a good day too and good luck with your meetings, I love you moreeee.”
A few hours later you try to carry on with your day as you usually do and get some work done, after all, you cut your working day short yesterday when Jimin arrived home early from work. But it looks like today you won't get any work done today too as your cramps don't let you concentrate at all and you feel very tired.
You settle to spend the day being a couch potato watching some random show on Netflix. Dozing off through the first chapters of the show, you let the tiredness take over and fall asleep wishing Jimin was there holding you in his arms.
When you wake up, the long nap has failed to help you feel better and unfortunately your cramps have intensified. Standing up from the couch you slowly walk to the bathroom and you surprise yourself when you pee as if you had drunk 5 liters of water, also while you are there, you take another painkiller. Leaving the bathroom you head to the kitchen looking for a hot water bottle, once you're ready with your hot water bottle in your hoodie front pocket and a cup of chamomile in your hand, you take your time climbing the stairs up to your bedroom, Kitkat already waiting for you at the top of stairs. With the cramps barely letting you walk, it feels like a victory when you manage to sit on the edge of your bed, tears have started falling down your face while you pray for the pain to go away. Taking deep breaths doesn't help you anymore, the pain is killing you and you need Jimin now. Finding your phone, you unlock it and see you have 2 missed calls and a new text from Jimin, all from at least 3 hours ago…
"My love, I called you twice, but I guess you are taking a nap. Tae and I are at the airport waiting for our turn to board the plane. This airline offers WiFi for the first class passengers, so please, call me without a problem if you wake up and I'm still on the plane, I just need to hear you, okay? I miss you a lot. I love you so much, light of my life, see you soon ♡”
The clock on the wall marks almost 7pm, so he could be arriving home soon. Needing to hear his voice too, you call him right away, feeling a bit of relief in your body when you hear his soft voice even if it's through the phone.
“Babyyy,” he happily exclaims, “I'm getting inside the car and I'll be with you in approximately an hour” he quickly tells you, excitement very clear in his voice.
“Jimin”, you whimper, as a strong cramp makes you roll in bed holding your tummy.
“___, baby?, what's wrong? Are you hurt?” he asks in a worried tone.
“Jimin” you whimper, feeling a stabbing pain in your back, “I've- I've been having cramps since early in the morning, so I took some painkillers” you stop to take a deep breath, “but they are not helping at all, a-and I don't wanna be alone” you cry. Kitkat sits by your side as she observes you very attentively, meowing when more tears fall down your face.
Back in the car that's taking him home, Jimin feels useless when he hears you crying on the phone
“Deep breaths, my love, deep breaths, I'll be there soon, okay? I'll tell the driver to get me home as fast as he can” he tells you, at this, Taehyung, who's also in the car with Jimin and has been paying attention to the conversation his friend is having on the phone, doesn't fail to notice the worry in Jimin's voice, and quickly taps the driver’s shoulder and whispers to him to drive faster, the driver sensing the seriousness of the situation, quickly nods at him and speeds the car.
“Stay with me on the phone baby, stay with me ___” Jimin tells you from the other side of the phone, running a hand through his hair in desperation, wishing he could teleport himself to be with you.
“I think I-” he hears your heavy breathing, “I think that if I get in the shower, t-the hot water can help and ease the pain” you whine, “I'll- I'll put you on speaker”
“Okay, okay my love, I'll stay right here on the line with you baby” he answers you as he can hear the sound of your clothes falling on the bathroom floor, your cries mixing with the water of the shower.
“I think the water is helping me a little” you sigh.
“Fuck that's good to hear, baby, but I'm still taking you to the hospital, even if you don't want to” he tells you, sighing in relief as he throws his head back in the car seat with a hand on his face, a tiny chuckle passing his lips when you whine a tiny ‘no’ at the mention of hospital, you really hate them with a passion.
However, his relief doesn't last long as you suddenly scream.
“___!!!,___!!!!!” He screams on the phone.
“Taehyung” he looks at his friend, “call an ambulance and give them my address now please!” he asks his friend as tears start falling down his face. Tae nods immediately, taking his phone out of his pocket to dial the emergency number.
All he can hear is you screaming, calling for him and he has never felt more helpless in his life.
After what he feels to him like an eternity, the car finally stops in front of your penthouse building.
“I'm here baby, I'm coming to you right now” he screams on the phone, all he can hear are your screams and Kitkat stress meowing muffle by the door. Desperately he presses the elevator buttons, Taehyung follows him with his phone still pressed to his ear, this time he has your parents on the phone as he explains you are not okay and that soon an ambulance will arrive to take you to the hospital.
As the elevator door opens, your screams lower to sobs, but think he's hallucinating when he hears the tiny whine, that's definitely not yours, come through the phone.
In the shower, as the water falls on your back, you feel the sharpest pain ever, bringing you down to your knees screaming as the pain suddenly becomes unbearable, you feel a pressure between your legs and the urge to push. Seconds later, the faint smell of iron lets you know you are bleeding.
By instinct, you open your legs as wide as you feel the need to and push as hard as you can, water still falling on your back as you stay on the floor with both hands on the shower tiles. It's when you feel something coming out from you, that you look down between your thighs and gasp when you see it.
The head of a baby.
You are giving birth.
What you were feeling all this time, weren't cramps, were contractions.
You are having a baby.
And you are having him or her in the shower.
Feeling the next contraction you push, screaming and calling for Jimin. You can hear Kitkat's loud meowing as she scratches the bathroom door and Jimin's voice through the phone, but you can't make a single thing out of his words. Leaning your head on the shower tiles you direct your hands between your legs to hold the baby.
It's by the fifth push, when the baby is completely out. Gasping for air, you close your eyes and more tears fall down your face, but this time they are from relief, seconds later a tiny whine makes you look down at the baby you are cradling against your chest, your baby, a baby girl you notice, she's still attached to you by the umbilical cord, the water now slowly fades the blood away as it continues falling on your back keeping you warm as you hold the baby against your chest, trying to also keep her warm.
“___!!!” Your husband finally makes his way through the bedroom, desperately calling your name as he opens the bathroom door.
There you are, kneeling on the shower floor, silently crying as the water hits your back with a baby whining in your arms, some blood covering your thighs, his face paling when he eyes the umbilical cord that connects you to the baby.
He freezes for a second before he hears you sob calling his name, bringing him back to reality.
“____, wh-what?” Jimin mutters, slowly walks grabbing a towel, kneeling in front of you after turning off the shower, quickly covering your back with a thick towel, “H-How?,” he asks, taking again the sight in front of him, you and a baby, who's also his baby. He cradles your face as tears begin to form again in his eyes. He can't believe what he's seeing.
“Jimin,” you sob, “I had no idea I was pregnant“
There's a little cry, and you both look down to the baby in your arms.
“It's a girl,” you tell your husband. You two always imagine a girl as your first child.
“A girl…”, he repeats looking at her, she's so small, a funny colour since she's only a few minutes old, but he can see some of his features on her little face.
She has the shape of his eyes, lips and nose.
“She looks like you”, you point out, looking down at her, she's a mini Jimin, and that makes your heart melt.
“I can see that” he sniffs and chuckles, a soft smile on his face, and a warm feeling spreading through his chest. He has just become a dad. The love of his life just gave him the most amazing gift in this world, completely unexpected, but still amazing.
You suddenly shift a little, putting him in alert, you are feeling something again between your legs.
“___, love what's wrong?” he asks, worried as he tries to dry your hair with another towel.
“The placenta” you mumble as you look down, “I'm passing the placenta” you explain to him.
“Oh, okay” he replies as continuous drying your hair, thinking of ways to get you out of the shower without disturbing you.
A few minutes later, you hear Taehyung yelling from downstairs that the paramedics have finally arrived, he had stayed sitting by the bench next to the front door waiting for them with Kitkat in his arms, who had run downstairs when she heard him and Jimin enter from the front door, his human needing extra legs to climb faster the stairs and Tae picking up the stress kitten, to scratch behind her ears, you can hear his voice mixed with the paramedics’ ones as he guides them upstairs to your bedroom, turning speechless when he comes to stand at the bathroom door frame and see what has happened inside.
“Oh lord!” he exclaims, with eyes wide open, squeezing Kitkat against his chest, the poor kitten meowing as she tries to escape from him, “i-is that a b-baby?”, he gasps as he takes a hand over his mouth, causing you and Jimin to chuckle at him, Kitkat taking advantage of it to escape from his grip, “you… you had a baby!” he exclaims, surprised, shocked, astonished, and all the synonyms that follow.
The paramedics are fast in doing their job, taking your vitals, asking questions and taking notes as they help you and your baby out of the shower, as Jimin tries fast enough to pack a bag for you with some comfy clothes and other essentials you might need at the hospital, Kitkat silently sitting next to the sink as her eyes follow every movement the paramedics make. Soon you are lying down on a stretcher with your baby being wheeled out out of your home by the paramedics, you are now dressed in one of Jimin’s oversized hoodies with thick fluffy socks on your feet and your baby girl has been wrapped in a thick towel, apart the paramedics have covered you both with insulated blankets, your husband walks by your side and Taehyung behind you two, to offer moral support once he comes out from the shock.
A few hours later you are calmly resting on a hospital bed, your baby girl sleeping in your arms and your newly turned dad husband sitting next to you, surprised but totally amazed at the sight of his baby daughter, completely relaxed after knowing you two passed your firsts tests well, and will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, as they keep running some other tests just to be sure you both are indeed healthy.
Talking about what happened, both of you come to the conclusion you most likely conceived your daughter when you changed your contraceptive pills months ago. Looking back, you were feeling tired, but put it on the stress of launching your new book. If there's something you are grateful for, it is for taking those prenatal pills your sister-in-law had told you about a while ago, she had taken when she was expecting your nephew a couple of years ago, and she said her hair looked shiny and felt stronger. So you, in your vanity, started taking them too. You also wanted your hair to be strong and shiny. Jimin would often laugh at the pills, joking that he should take them too because he wants his hair to be pretty like yours too, but after seeing all the benefits the pills would give you, he just settled to be a supportive husband, but still joked about them front time to time, putting a cushion under his shirt or hoodie to pretend to be a pregnant lady needing the pills. How grateful he is now that you took them.
Taehyung left an hour ago, after making sure you and your baby girl were okay and the new dad was calm, he even brought you a big burger with french fries and an Oreo smoothie when you mentioned you were starving and a little plush toy for his new niece, he also took the chance to take a few photos cuddling her, ready to show off and brag to your friends he was the first one of them to hold her.
“What are we naming her?”, you ask your husband while softly kissing your baby girl's chubby cheek, “do you have something in mind?”
“Mmm… yes, I do have a name in mind,” he smiles at you as you pass him the little pudding wrapped in a pale pink blanket, “Sarang,” he softly says, just as your baby girl opens her eyes and looks at her father. “It means love and affection,” he coos at his baby, placing a tiny kiss on her little forehead.
“Sarang,” the name leaves your lips, “I love it”, you giggle leaning towards Jimin to kiss his lips.
“Well, it's settle them”, he says with a bright smile on his face as he parts from the kiss, “welcome to the world, Park Sarang.”
OH MY GOD MOON YOU POSTED IT!!!! ✨ I’m so much in love with you, your writing and this story 🥰 Thank you so much for writing the for me 😭 (I’m feeling speechless now) 🫂💜
- genre: fluff, humour (a bit), suggestive (a tiny bit at the end)
- warnings: none
- word count: 708
Taglist: @kingofbodyrolls
Snow has been covering Seoul' streets the last couple of weeks, xmas lights taking over their yearly place in every corner of the city and the biggest malls get crowded every weekend with kids dragging their parents to meet Santa.
It's the morning of xmas day and peace reigns in your home, Kitkat curls in Jimin's lap, one of his arms is wrapped around you as your little girl hungrily sucks on your nipple, mornings like this have become your favourite since Sarang’s arrival three months ago.
Just you, Jimin, little Sarang and your furry girl, Kitkat, laying warm in bed.
Once your little girl’s appetite is satisfied, Jimin takes care of the burping. Paternity suits him like a glove, who would say that your husband would look hot changing your daughter's diapers.
After putting your fluffy robe on, you kiss your husband's and daughter’s yummy cheeks and get up from the comfort of your bed, leaving the duo with the babbling conversation they start right after she burped, to head downstairs to check the turkey Jimin put in the oven a couple of hours ago for the xmas lunch you are hosting later, and also start with breakfast, hot chocolate to accompany the cinnamon rolls you baked last night, when Sarang was cutely asleep in her crib and Jimin was sitting by the tree trying to guess what contained each present. Kitkat follows you immediately, meowing for her food, Jimin's laugh filling the room a few moments later, when he hears you scolding Kitkat for eating too fast.
Upstairs, in Sarang's nursery, Jimin changes her diaper, and looks into her drawer for a cute outfit, a cute beige knitted set will do, pairing it with a cute beige pom-pom beanie and thick brown socks.
“Oh my god, you are so cute, my little sunshine,” Sarang smiles when he brightly smiles at her, kissing her nose, laughing when she reaches and grabs his nose.
“I love you so much, my little sunshine,” he happily sighs, holding her close to him and kissing her forehead.
Half an hour later, you two are sitting in your living room, two empty cups and a plate with traces of frosting sat at the table in your living room, soft snores come from Sarang as she sleeps on your chest, Kitkat plays and bops with her nose a golden crystal bomb from the tree and Jimin can't stop looking at you and Sarang, you two are his biggest treasure.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, not wanting to disturb Sarang's sleep, leaning down to peck your lips.
“I love you more,” you whisper back, trying to bite back the smile forming on your lips when he frowns at you, because you know what's coming.
“Impossible, I love you more, and you know why?” he asks without letting your answer, “because you gave me the best present ever,” he replies, looking at Sarang this time, pecking your lips one more time.
Your lips part, ready to speak, when the sudden sound of crystal breaking and paws running fills the room.
Jimin and you share a known look. Kitkat.
“Ahhh, why Kitkat?… Why?” he sighs and throws his head back on the couch at the sight of your cat's mischief.
When he stands up to head to the utility room, you can't help but to smack his ass with the hand that's not holding your baby.
You look up at him with innocent eyes when he turns around to look at you arching an eyebrow.
“Oops,” you say, biting your lip.
“Mrs. Park, I'll have to ask you to please keep your hands to yourself,” he says using a formal tone, but with a look of mischief in his eyes.
“My apologies, Mr. Park, don't worry, I'll be good,” you sweetly look at him, suggestively lick your lips.
“You, tease,” he accuses you laughing, “Behave, baby girl, behave or you will end up with another one in your arms,” pointing with his head to Sarang and walks around the couch to leave the room, chuckling at the blush on your cheeks he cause, he leans over you from the back of the couch.
“But you would love that, don't you, baby girl?” he whispers in your ear, causing shivers down your body, “and you know, my love?” he continues, “I wouldn't mind,” he softly bites your ear, “I wouldn't mind one bit stuffing you good once again like a xmas turkey,” he tells you, leaving the room, laughing out loud, when you quickly turn around to look at him with eyes wide open gasping .
It’s happening! 3tan is coming BACK bitches!!!!!! 🥳
I’m still reading the last special that came out in December 2024, and I can’t wait to read more of this couple, and hopefully also make it to Ryen’s other exceptional stories 💖
If you have not read 3tan yet, where have you been????
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