done with you jiho

TITLE: APPA

Member: Jimin
Type: Fluff
Word Count: 639
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“Ya! Jiho, come back here! You’re not done with your dinner!” you yell. Your two year old son running straight to the opening front door. Jumping up and down, he squeals, “Appa!” Jimin drops his bags on the floor to lift Jiho off the floor. Another voice from around the corner exclaims, “Appa?” Your slightly older daughter at age five, Jiyoo, dashes into Jimins other open arm. You shake your head, leaning against the door frame.

Jimin lays a kiss down on both of their foreheads while hugging them tight. Finally he sees them down and walks toward you. His hands resting on your hips as he leans down to give you a kiss too. In response, you wrap your arms around his torso. Jimin pulls back, one hand tracing your jawline. “Hey jagiya, how was your day?” You hug him tighter before replying, “Good now since that you’re here.” Just as Jimin smiles, leaning down once again, Jiyoo tugs at his pants leg.

“Appaaaaaa,” she whines, making big puppy eyes. Jimin laughs, bending down to her level. “Mwo? What is it Jiyoo?” he says, pinching her cheek. She opens her arms out and hugs his neck, resting in the crook. Jimin’s eyes turn into their classic crescent shape as he stands back up with Jiyoo in his arms. He walks over to the couch and sets Jiyoo right beside him. “So what did you do today, Jiyoo?” he asks, listening to every detail. Jiho climbs up to sit on the other side.

You smile at how no matter how tiring Jimin’s day was, he always came home with a smile, always playing with the kids for at least an hour. Going over to the dining table, you clean up the left over dishes from dinner and wash them while listening to their conversation. “Did you guys behave well for your mom?” you overhear Jimin ask them. The kids stay silent. He sighs then scolds, “Your mom works very hard. Promise you will be good.” They whisper, “Ok. We love omma!”

Jimin lets out a soft chuckle. You stop washing the dishes to hear his reply. “I do too. I love her very much,” he replies. Blushing, you smile down at your wedding ring. Then you stop listening to rest of their convo to finish the rest of the dishes that had accumulated. When you finish, you notice how oddly quiet it is. Walking back into the living room, you find out why. Jiho lays against your husbands torso, fast asleep. Then on his lap lies Jiyoo, quietly snoring. Your eyes work your way up to Jimin. His head leans back on the couch, eyes closed, breathing in and out slowly.

As quietly as you can, you pick up Jiho and Jiyoo. After laying Jiho in his crib and tucking Jiyoo into her bed, you come back out to the couch. You settle down beside him and push back a fallen hair. Jimin sighs before suddenly wrapping his arms around your torso, causing you to fall on your back onto the couch. He hugs you tightly and rests his head on your stomach. You laugh quietly, playing with his hair. Just as you think he’s about to fall asleep, Jimin looks up to you. “Saranghae (Y/N),” he whispers, moving so he’s hovering over you. Placing both hands on his face, you don’t kiss him but simply just inspect it.

Jimin maneuvers around you so he’s beside you on the couch. With his other arm draped across your waist, he murmurs, “So tell me about your day?” As you proceed to tell him about your day with the kids, he falls asleep to the comfort of your voice and body. Before you close your eyes for the night, you turn around to kiss his forehead. “I love you too.”

OH MY GOD CAN YOU ALL STOP HATING ON ZICO HE’S NOT EVEN IN THE VIDEO HE’S NOT IN THE SONG CAN YOU STOP SAYING THAT HE’S STEALING EVERYONE’S SPOTLIGHT AND THAT HE’S SELFISH LIKE YEAH HE PRODUCED THE SONG AND IT’S FUCKIGN AWESOME THATS ALL, DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO TALK SHIT ON HIM WITH EVERY FUCKIGN OCASION YOU GET JESUS IM SO PISSED U CAN ALL GO FUCK YOURSELF BYE