hang in there | knj
pairing: kim namjoon | reader
genre: parent!au | fluff
warnings: none
premise: Namjoon thought that having one kid was difficult, but now he has two, and he realizes that he didnât understand what difficult was. What makes it better? You decide to leave him alone.
word count: 2.1K
âAre you sure you can handle them on your own? I can take Mirae with me and just leave you with the baby,â you ask your husband with a small smirk lining your lips.
âWhat? Iâve got this love, you deserve a break from the kids for a little bit,â he walks toward you with your eight-month-old son, Junha, in his arms. âNow go get those groceries! Iâm Super-dad, I can handle this,â at that Namjoonâs free arm finds purchase in the center of your back and begins pushing you toward the front door.
You giggle slightly at his adamance to get you out of the house. âAlright âSuper-dadâ,â you punctuate his self-given nickname with air quotes, âI love you, donât hesitate to call me if you have any problems.â You duck your head forward and kiss your sonâs forehead, then tilt your head up to peck your husbandâs lips. âNow, whereâs my daughter,â you pull away from your husband and peek around his body, hoping to spot your three-year-old frolicking throughput your living room. Your efforts, however, were fruitless. Said mischievous three-year-old was nowhere to be seen.
âMirae, I donât know what youâre up to right now, but Mommy is leaving! Come say goodbye before she leaves,â Namjoon calls in the general direction of the rest of the house hoping to draw your daughter out of hiding.
Within a matter of seconds, you hear the footsteps of what sounds like a tiny heard of elephants dashing down the hall. In no time at all, Mirae pokes her head around the wall and looks in your direction. Itâs only then that you notice she has bright red lipstick smeared around the general vicinity of her mouth. At this point, all you can do is laugh as you remember that your husband was going to be alone with your kids for two hours by himself. âMomma, donât leave please!â Your two-year-old shuffles her way to you and grips firmly on to your leg. Somehow you manage to peel the ironclad grip of your toddler from your appendage and crouch in front of her.
âGive me a kiss, honeybee. Iâll only be gone for a couple hours and daddy will still be home!â At that, your daughter wipes the pout off of her face and give you a peck, albeit more a headbutt, but a peck nonetheless. Itâs only after the fact that you realized, I forgot my child has red lipstick all over her face, and oh, now I do too. Your eyes grow wide at your realization and you look up at Namjoon, who is trying his best not to cackle uncontrollably with a confused baby in his arms. âDonât you even say anything. I forgot she was covered in lipstick, okay?â You say, but itâs hard to not break into a smile at the situation.
âHere baby, h-hereâs some wipes,â Namjoon attempts to get out in a comprehensible sentence, but heâs trying all too hard to prevent the laughs from escaping his mouth. His face has even begun to turn a light shade of pink at his efforts, and all you can do is avoid his eye contact and grab the baby wipes from his outstretched hand.
As you stand and look in the mirror to remove the lipstick, you begin to laugh yourself. You look ridiculous, and Namjoon takes that as his cue to burst into a fit of laughter. Only not realizing that his chuckle would upset the baby in his arms. One dip of your husbandâs head amidst his amusement is all it takes for Junha to erupt into a fit of tears. Even with your child throwing a tantrum in his arms, Namjoon canât slow his fit of giggles. You take that as your signal to gather the screaming baby into your arms. âOh my gosh, what is the matter, baby?â You ask your son with a smile on your face. You make eye contact with Namjoon amidst his fit of laughter, and give him a playful scowl. âDid Daddy scare you? Hmm?â You say whilst bouncing the infant on your chest.
After about 30 seconds, Namjoon manages to pull himself together and kisses the crown of your sonâs head. âIâm sorry bub,â he said in a hushed tone. After a few more seconds of you bouncing and Namjoon rubbing your babyâs back, he had stopped crying. Crisis averted, baby calmed, Daddy scolded.
Namjoon gently takes the toddler back from your arms, and you call for your daughter, who had, once again, run off. This time, however, your toddler had only made it as far as the living room before being distracted by Pororo playing on the TV. She made her way to you slowly, continuously looking over her shoulder at the cartoon penguin playing on the screen. When she was within your reach, you gently grasp her chin and turn her head to face you. With your other hand armed with a baby wipe, you remove the lipstick from her face that she hadnât managed to smear onto yours. While you still have her in your grasp you peck her forehead and release the wild one back to the living room. You stand again and check yourself in the mirror one last time and return your attention to your husband.
âOkay, Iâve been trying to leave this house for ten minutes now, Iâm really leaving this time!â You punctuate your statement with a wag of your finger. âHave fun, honey! Love you,â with that, you finally manage to make your way out of your house.
âAlright, weâre alone now,â Namjoon states, more to himself than anybody in particular. âI can do this.â
Not even ten minutes after you had left the house, your carâs Bluetooth begins to ring. The screen on your center console reads Namjoonâs name and your heart rate spikes in panic. Quickly you press the accept call button on your wheel, âWhatâs the matter, Joon?â
âY/N, theyâre both crying, and screaming, and I donât know what to do. Mirae is throwing a tantrum because I put away your makeup to avoid the same situation we had earlier, and Junha is crying because Mirae is crying and, and they just wonât stop! There are two, two, of them Y/N, how did that happen. What do I do?I donât kno-â
âJoon, honey, breathe.â An immediate wave of relief washes over you at the realization that your kids were alright. You smile slightly at your husbandâs panicky voice on the other line. âIt's almost 12:00, babe, Junha is probably really tired. You should take him into his room, close the door, and try to get him down for a nap. Mirae wonât stop throwing the tantrum if you keep paying attention to her. Just leave the room with the baby for a few minutes, rock him to sleep, and just wait for Mirae to calm down. Iâll be home in a couple hours, but Iâm driving right now, so Iâm gonna go. I love you, you got this Super-dad.â
âI love you too... Bye, honey,â he grumbles before hanging up the phone. After shoving his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants, he bends down and picks up the crying baby from his walker and takes him in the other room, trying to pay no mind to the hysteric toddler rolling around on the floor. Once she notices her father walking down the hallway she starts to scream louder and kick her feet on the floor. âTrust your wife, Namjoon, she does this every day,â he mumbles to himself.
He closes the door to the babyâs nursery and makes his way to the plush rocker in the corner. Since removing his son from the living room, the baby has noticeably calmed down, his sobbing now reduced to a whimper. As Namjoon sits in the rocker, he lays Junha on his chest and begins to push his feet up and down off the floor to sway the boy to sleep. In a matter of minutes, the babyâs grip on Namjoonâs shirt has loosened, his whimpers have stopped, and his breathing has evened out, not to mention the screaming from the living room has stopped, as well. As gently as the lanky man can muster, Namjoon stands and makes his way to the crib, lightly placing Junha inside. He remains in his spot for a few seconds just to make sure he stays asleep. Making his way to the door, Namjoon looks back at the baby lying in the crib before exiting the room into the hallway. Once he gently closes the door behind him, he turns to see a teary-eyed Mirae sitting at his feet. Â
âAre you done crying? Are you gonna be a big girl now?â The tiny girl at her fatherâs feet nods her head and stands up, making grabby hands upward to be picked up. With Miraeâs tiny pleas, Namjoon bends down and picks her up. She nuzzles her face in his neck and he runs his free hand over her dark hair as he makes his way back out to the living room.
When he sits down on the plush couch, Mirae sits up and places both of her chubby hands on her fatherâs cheeks, âmâ sorry, Daddy.â
âItâs alright baby girl, but you have to promise me something, okay?â He waits for her to nod her head before continuing. âNo more tantrums. If you want something, you have to ask nicely. We say please and thank you right?â Another nod comes from the toddler sitting on his lap, her eyes looking down at her hands. âLook at me, Mirae-yah,â he requests from the toddler. Mirae looks up into Namjoonâs eyes and waits for him to say something. âI love you, honeybee.â
Mirae flashes a gummy smile at her father and wraps her arms around his neck, âLove you too, Daddy!â
âOkay, so what do you say we watch some Pororo, hm? Just donât tell Mommy I let you watch more than an hour of TV,â Mirae giggles at that and slides off of Namjoonâs lap. The girl settles in next to him, resting her head on his arm. It only takes about 5 minutes of watching the little penguin on one of his adventures before Namjoonâs eyelids begin to feel heavy. He briefly glances down at Mirae and notices that she had already fallen asleep, likely a side effect to the massive tantrum she had thrown earlier. He smiles to himself and decides that closing his eyes for a few seconds wouldnât hurt.
Itâs around two and a half hours later when you slip through the front door, propping it open so you can bring in the groceries. The house is much too quiet for your liking, so you decide to investigate before bringing in the food. Making your way into the living room, you find a sight that makes your heart clench. Sitting in the middle of the couch is your husband, his head resting against the back with his mouth wide open. Soft snores make their way past his lips, a habit he had never managed to correct after all these years. On his chest lays your eight-month-old, with his mouth parted in a similar fashion to his fatherâs. Your daughterâs head lays on Namjoonâs long legs, her own curled up in fetal position and her hand squishing her own cheek. You whip your phone out of your back pocket and decide that itâs necessary to share this online later.
You creep back out of the living room and hurry to your car, putting away the groceries as quickly and quietly as humanly possible, trying not to wake your family sleeping in the living room. Miraculously, you manage to accomplish your goal. You slip off your shoes and make your way back to the living room and sit on the empty side of your husband, planting a soft pack on his cheek. At that, he jumps slightly and looks at you disoriented. âOh, hey youâre home,â he whispers groggily.
âThat I am,â you giggle, âand you were asleep.â
âWell, I sat down with Mirae after she had calmed down and after I had put Junha to sleep. Mirae had fallen asleep next to me, so I fell asleep. Then about an hour later, Junha woke up so I brought him out here and we must have both fallen asleep again,â he chuckled, glancing down at his two children laying across his body.
âWell donât let me interrupt you, I could use some sleep myself,â you report as you rest your head against his shoulder, a long yawn escaping your mouth as you shut your eyes. âGood job today, Super-dad.â
Namjoon lazily smiles and lets his head drift back against the couch. No more than a second passes before he feels a small vibration and slight warmth against the hand resting on his sonâs diaper. His eyes shoot open, and as he stares at the ceiling, all he can do is quietly chuckle. âYou have the worst timing, baby.â
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