Summary:I really didn’t want this to be 69 words but here we are. Youngjae is a cute sleepy baby.
Warnings:None
“Good morning,” Youngjae says almost immediately when you wake up. The words don’t quite register for a moment, but after a minute you finally smile and reply with a,
“Morning, Jae.” The two of you don’t say much on mornings like these, there’s no need. It’s not often Jae doesn’t have a schedule and can just relax in bed with you, so it’s a time you two will utilise.
This is a PSA to @birbdae, she kept me up because she was eating crackers and didn’t feel well afterwards.
“You really shouldn’t have eaten that much,” you say without looking up from your laptop. Youngjae whines pitifully into the couch cushions. “I told you not to eat so many crackers. What in heaven’s name possessed you?”
Youngjae turns his face to barely glance at you. “It wasn’t bad at the moment, it hurts now,” he groans, turning back into the couch cushions.
You just roll your eyes, sparking a look at your suffering boyfriend whining on the couch. With a sigh, you leave your warm and comfy spot on the beanbag and sit on the edge of the couch. Youngjae stops his groaning for a moment to peek at you curiously. Your hand comes to rest at his shoulder blade, patting it gently as you talk about nothing in particular. It’s just relaxing as Youngjae melts into your touch.
➟warnings: Please don’t do any further if you’re not old enough!
A little insecurity about body image. Jackson is a sex god that helps his shy friend learn to satisfy his girlfriend. And there is badly written smut :)
You barged into the apartment and slammed the door shut. Jay B eyed you as you huffed.
“Where is Jackson,” you demanded. Jay B pointed to Jackson’s room and turned his attention back to his book. You stormed past him and down the hall to the closed door. You swung the door open without knocking. Throwing yourself on his bed with extra dramatic flair, you groaned into the pillow.
I absolutely love this! I could write a 12 page essay on the benefits of being their gf and the wonders more stories like this–with them–would do for depression and stress. Like I am SHOOK and filled with love and adoration. I’m gonna cry. I swear on everything I own I will go nuts if I don’t find more jackjae x reader.
You had been home with the baby for about two weeks now and finally, the three of you have settled into a comfortable routine. It was time for the baby’s nap, and there was nothing better than taking one yourself. YoungJae kissed your head and typed a quick reply to Jay B. With all the excitement of the birth and your anxiety about bringing the baby home, he asked the guys to let you settle in before they visit the first time. You had agreed earlier in the day to have them over.
A short time later there was a knock at the door. YoungJae rushed to the door, not wanting the sound to wake you or the baby. He quickly shushed the rowdy group of men before they entered the apartment.
“Come in,” he whispered, “They’re both sleeping.” Jay B held his arms out and held the others back.
“We can come back,” he told YoungJae, “We don’t want to disturb them. He gave a quick smile over YoungJae’s shoulder when he saw you shuffle into the room.
"Don’t be silly,” you said, laughing at the scare you gave YoungJae. “I’ve missed you guys. Besides, isn’t it time you met your nephew?” YoungJae rushed to your side and wrapped his arms around you.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he whispered into your hair.
“It’s almost time for him to eat,” you explained. He kissed your temple and turned to his friend’s again.
“Sit down guys,” he told everyone. He smiled as he saw all the gifts, flowers, and balloons brought for you and the baby. Sometimes he forgot how important you were to them too. You returned with a tiny baby wrapped in blue, and a warm bottle. Sitting next to your husband you adjusted the baby in your arms.
“Could I feed him,” BamBam asked shyly, “I don’t think I can wait any longer!” His legs jumped anxiously as he waited for you to respond.
“Have you done this before,” you asked. He shook his head and chewed his lip. “I’ll be fine, if YoungJae can handle it, you’ll be ok.” Your husband shot you a dirty look and mumbled under his breath that he does a good job. You stood and placed the baby in BamBam’s arms. “Here, make sure to support his head,” you moved his arms, “and make sure he doesn’t get much air from the bottle.”
“How are you guys doing,” Jay B asked, “I’m sure this is a BIG change.” He smiled as you took your seat next to YoungJae again. YoungJae wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled against your neck. “But it looks like you two are doing fine.”
“Things are very different,” you admitted, “but perfect.” You leaned into YoungJae. “To be honest I’m a little annoyed with that one,” you said pointing to the baby, “I mean, I carried him inside me for 9 months, freaking labor for 10 hours and I got 6 stitches! 6 stitches!” You rolled your eyes playfully and elbowed your husband, “And he has the audacity to come out looking just like his daddy.” Everyone laughed.
Just then the little one didn’t find your jokes funny. He stretched and started to cry. BamBam’s eyes grew large and began to panic. Before you could react, Jackson reached for the baby and rubbed his back to soothe him. You eyed him closely but relaxed when you remembered that Jackson was 100% daddy material. Hell, during your whole pregnancy he was basically your work husband. He made waited on you hand and foot. Everyone joked that they were surprised YoungJae became a dad before Jackson.
Mark stood and took the baby from Jackson. The little baby smiled and cooed at Mark when he made silly noises. He walked around the room making faces and giggling. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you, his nose scrunched up. “Um, Y/N,” he said, “I think he needs a new diaper.” He held the baby out a little further from his chest. JinYoung stood and held his hand out to you.
“I got it,” he said, “Where is his room?” You stood and motioned for him to follow you. JinYoung took the baby from Mark and followed you to the nursery. He smiled as he looked around the nursery. He felt like it was only days ago he helped paint and assemble the furniture. He laid the baby on the changing table and deftly changed the diaper. “You’re doing a great job, Y/N,” he said to you, smiling as he handed you the baby.
“Jae has been a big help,” you said sweetly, “I really couldn’t have done it without him.” You giggled blushing. Your son yawned and grunted. You looked toward to door when you heard a small knock. Yugyeom stood at the door and waved.
“I’ll leave you,” JinYoung said, placing his hand on your shoulder, “You guys are really relationship goals.” He walked out of the room, leaving you and Yugyeom.
“Sorry,” Yugyeom apologized, “I wanted to see him before he went back to sleep.” He smiled at the baby and then back to you. “Jae said he sleeps after he eats.”
“Come on, sit here,” you nodded to the rocking chair, “He is sleepy.” Yugyeom sat in the chair and you laughed at how the large man looked tiny in the chair. You placed the baby in his arms, making sure he was still swaddled tightly. He started to rock the baby gently as you tidied the room.
“He does look just like YoungJae,” Yugyeom laughed, “Such a shame.” You both laughed. He looked around the room and focused on the letters about the crib. “YoungHo,” he said thoughtfully, “That’s a good name.”
“I was afraid we would leave the hospital with no name,” you laughed. “Look at this,” you said, kneeling next to the chair. Yugyeom raised his brows and focused on you. You caressed the baby’s cheek with your finger gently, causing him to press his tiny lips into a pout, which caused Yugyeom to laugh out loud.
“Oh my gosh,” he laughed, “Jae makes that face when he sleeps too!” (Photo for adorable reference below) The baby stirred as the man holing him tried to control his laughter. You took the baby back into your arms and smiled.
“Yep,” you giggled, “I told you he had a lot of nerve.” Yugyeom brushed his hand over the baby’s head and kissed your cheek.
“I’m so happy for you,” he said, “ I really am.” You thanked him silently as he left, leaving you alone with the baby.
“It’s just me and you now, my little ray of sunshine,” you whispered, “Are you sleepy?” You rocked the baby side to side and patted him gently.
In the other room, YoungJae smiled as he heard you talk to his son on the baby monitor.
You started to hum and sing the baby to sleep. Not only did he look like his daddy, he liked to be sung to sleep.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away
“Hey,” Jay B said to YoungJae, “She’s singing your song.”
“Yeah,” he smiled at Jay B, “He likes when she does that.”
The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you in my arms
And now that you’re here My dreams are waking
And I will keep you from all harm
YoungJae tilted his head and leaned into the monitor. A small smile tugged at his lips. That was new, he never heard that part of the song. Jay B eyed him closely.
“Are you ok,” he asked his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder" YoungJae looked at him and smiled wider, his eyes a little watery.
“Yeah,” he said softly, “I um.” He trailed off, trying to find the right words. “She’s a natural. I can’t believe how lucky I am.” All the guys agreed. “Sometimes I feel really inadequate if I’m being honest.” He let out a shaky breath and looked at his friends.
“Look,” Jackson said, “I’m sure being a parent is scary, and hard. But you have Y/N, your family, and her family. You don’t have anything to worry about. You’re doing great.”
“Plus you have us,” Mark added.
“Yeah,” BamBam chimed in, “It takes a village to raise a baby.”
“Just so you know, Bam,” Jay B laughed, “You are our village idiot, you don’t count.”
I’ll always love you
And make you happy
I’ll pick you up when You’ve fallen down
You turn the sky blue
When it is raining
You’ll always keep the sunshine around
YoungJae quickly excused himself from the room and hurried to the nursery. He saw you place the baby in the crib and kiss his head.
“Choi YoungHo,” you whispered, “You are so loved little one. You will always be my baby boy, no matter how big you get.” You stood there and watched the baby sleep, and YoungJae stood watching you. The sound of his sniffles caught your attention.
“What are you doing,” you said crossing the room to him? You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “Are you crying,” you asked, slightly amused? You wiped away a tear from his cheek.
“I love you,” he said, kissing you. You giggled and let him pull you closer. “I love you, so much,” he repeated, placing a kiss on your lips again. “Thank you,” he mumbled, his lips barely touching yours. He pressed his forehead to yours.
“Thank you? For what,” you questioned, “I haven’t done anything.” He shook his head and pulled you tight against his chest.
“You’ve given me the world,” he said into your ear softly, “I don’t think I tell you that enough. ”
“Don’t thank me for anything I’ve done for you,” you gently scolded him, “You gave me everything I’ve ever dreamt of and so much more.” You pulled away and cupped his face. “I’ve never been so loved by anyone until i met you.” You kissed his lips and pulled him out of the room. “Besides, our baby is the most preciousgift ever.” He pressed you against the wall and kissed your neck.
“I know how you can thank me,” he said sucking your neck. You giggled and pushed him away. You made your way back to the living room with YoungJae right behind you. He laughed as he pinched your butt.
“Guys,” Jackson drew out, “Come on! Can’t you wait till we leave?” A round of laughs and disgusted sounds filled the room. Jay B stood and waved the others towards the door.
“Come on,” he said, “I don’t think they want company anymore.” Everyone said their goodbyes and you thanked them for coming by.
YoungJae grabbed you and spun you around, pressing you to the door as soon as it clicked. He kissed and sucked on your neck, his hands slipping into your shirt.
“Sorry babe,” you said, wiggling away from his grasp, “Doctor says we should wait a few more weeks.” You gave him a tight smile and shrugged. He pouted and called you a meanie under his breath. “This is your fault! You can’t blame me,” you laughed back at him. You made your way to your bedroom and took your shirt off. As you removed your pants you heard your husband growl. “I said ‘No’,” you called back to him.
“Can’t I just admire my wife,” he said innocently. You scoffed and put on one of his large shirts. He approached you with a devilish grin. You scoffed again and climbed into bed. He quickly closed the gap and pinned you to the bed. He slid his hand up your thigh, across your hip, and over your stomach.
“Stop, it,” you warned him, “This is what got us here in the first place.” He groaned and rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him.
“Fine,” he pouted, “But you need to stop looking so damn sexy.” He kissed you and brushed a few of your stray hairs back.
