#you’re smart just like nyoungie

[beaniegyu]

Ily, this is me every time I talk to you 🤧

This is my love letter to you val 🥺

[yugfics]

When You’re Pregnant park jinyoung (fluff)

Your husband's birthday was the next day.

You sat on the bed in your shared bedroom fidgeting with a small object that, despite its size, was defining you and Jinyoung's future.

It was your pregnancy test.

And it was positive.

You'd know the news for two days now, and keeping yourself from telling Jinyoung had probably been one of the hardest things you'd ever had to do. But you knew that the prospect of having a child was going to be the best birthday gift Jinyoung could possibly receive.

There was no doubt he'd be ecstatic about the news. If there was anything you knew about, it was your husband. He'd always spoken dreamily about how he'd like kids, he'd always imagined what having kids would be like, and the way he was with kids... it was like he was born to be a father.

There was no birthday gift more perfect for him than this, you knew. Excitement building up inside you as you thought about his reaction, the smile on your face couldn't seem to go away. You stood up and hid the pregnancy test, heading to the kitchen to make something for dinner.

*** "Tomorrow's your birthdayyy ~"

"Mhmm," Jinyoung replied softly, arms slipping around your waist in a backhug as you both lay on the couch, watching TV. He rested his chin on your shoulder. "It's not important,"

"Don't say that, Nyoungie," you chided, lightly patting his arm. "It's very important to me. I'll get you the best gift ever," You bit your tongue, afraid you might say too much.

"The best gift ever is you," he whispered, making you smile.

"I love you,"

"I love you, too, baby,"

*the next day* You took Jinyoung out that morning on a walk, saying you wanted to spend a little peace and quiet time with him on his birthday. It wasn't a complete lie, you did enjoy comfortable silences between you two, but your main reason for getting him out of the house was so that his 6 best friends could prepare  to surprise him when you both returned.

Jinyoung brushed his hand gently against yours before slipping his fingers in between your own. "You know," he began thoughtfully, walking closer to you. "I'm happy... that you're the one I'm going to spend my  life with. I couldn't choose anybody better,"

Smiling, you bumped into him. "What's this? You're suddenly being sentimental?"

He laughed, face flushing slightly. "I just like us spending time like this,"

"Me too," you replied softly, walking even closer to him.

He sighed after a few moments. "You guys need to be more original,"

"What?"

"You took me outside so the others could prepare the house and when I return you're going to surprise me. Right?"

You stared blankly at him for a few moments. "You're too smart," you mumbled. "You could at least pretend you don't know what's happening,"

He laughed, squeezing your hand. "Sorry, I'll act surprised,"

*** His acting was exceptional.

You giggled at his unbelieving expression when the other members started singing and brought out the cake. "Wow, guys, I never expected this!"

Mark, who was standing next to you, noticed you laughing. "He knew the whole time, didn't he?"

"Of course he did. He's Jinyoung," you smiled.

*** It was a fun day. Hanging out with the 7 was always fun despite the chaos they brought with them. The day seemed to end too soon.

You and Jinyoung sat alone on the bed in your shared bedroom that evening.

"I guess it's time to give you my gift,"

He smiled at you. "It'll be special to me no matter what,"

"Close your eyes," you almost whispered, excited for the moment you'd been anticipating for days.

He obeyed and you stood up, getting the test from where you'd hidden it. You sat gently on the bed, holding the object delicately between your fingers before taking Jinyoung's hand and placing it in his palm.

"Open your eyes,"

He did so, eyes landing on you before falling to what you'd placed in his hand. His eyes widened and he brought it closer, observing it, knowing full well what it meant. "Is this... are you..."

"Yes," you replied, and his eyes met yours. "I'm pregnant,"

"Oh my god," he said, leaving the test on the bed and wrapping his arms around you. "You're pregnant," he repeated, voice wavering.

Tears were brimming in his eyes when he finally let go. "We're having a baby,"

Nodding, you smiled, tears pricking your eyes as well. He moved closer to you, placing his hand tenderly on your stomach. "How long has it been?"

"Three days,"

He was silent before pulling you into another hug. "I'm so happy... I can't even put it into words. I could never have received a better gift. Never,"

After pulling away once more, you wiped the tear that was trailing down his cheek. "I love you,"

He placed his hand onto your stomach, smiling, before looking into your eyes and placing kiss on your lips. "I love you, too,"

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[jjpmoans]

First Love | pjy

wc : 1.3k

warnings : fluffs

a/n : I finally got to write something I hope I can write more urgh this is frustrating. Have a little fluff!

"Nooooo!" The echo of your voice resonates in the nearly empty room, again for the nth time. The subject of your scolding didn't even acknowledge your attempt to stop her, instead still marching on fours towards her target.

When she reaches the same book shelf that she has been trying to bring down over and over again, you inwardly sigh. You love your daughter, really. You love her and you'll trade everything for her.

However you're tired of her energy, crawling all over the places being the little monster she is. This is just one of all her antics in the house. The room was once equipped with almost every baby toy you could find but now that she has reached the crawling stage, you decided that you should save the poor toys from being destroyed.

"Baby, no.." you plead again as your daughter's grabby hand reaches the books on the shelf, bringing two books down at one time. If only her daddy is strict towards her... "Mommy is tired, sweetheart. Have mercy on me."

You sigh while tugging her hand and bring her away from the shelf to reprimand her. However instead of coming with you easily, she wiggles out of your hold and crawls again to the same crime scene.

"Oh god.." she's that age. You thought you'd probably have to deal with this when she's a teen but it looks like she is even harder to deal when she's a baby. You want to give up.

Just as you slump against the wall and figure out how you can take her away from the book shelf, the door creaks open and shows your husband smiling at you as he meets your eyes.

You really want to reply to him with the same energy but you just want to cry seeing him because finally, finally he's home.

"Oh." is his only reply as Jinyoung rushes to you when he sees you're about to cry, cradling your head to his chest. "No no why baby? Why are you so exhausted?"

You need no word, just a glance towards the little monster that he loves and that explains everything. He knows how much a headache his 'little angel'- that's what he calls her- can be whenever he's away. It seems like he is the only one that can control her and he acknowledges that quite proudly, having his own daughter head over heels for him.

Carefully, Jinyoung thread your hair, smiling again while his hand travels to give you quick massages on your waist and your legs. A few squeeze and he hugs you tight before kissing on top of your head, grins and leaves you to rest.

You watch him slowly creep behind your daughter and squat down, watching her destroying his book collection with much interest. You don't know how he can stand and control her but you know she is whipped for Jinyoung as you are. Jinyoung is surprisingly good at handling babies even if they turn out bitchy, something you didn't expect despite knowing his love towards kids. You love kids too but handling your own is too exhausting. You don't want to imagine how a mother raises twins and triplets. They must be chaotic.

"Hey little angel." He finally says hello after a few minutes watching her, eyes sparkling in excitement. Jinyoung loves your daughter. More than you did. He loves every single temper of hers, always smiling even when she throws tantrums. To him those are the moments where he will cherish the most. Every firsts for her. "Daddy is back."

Hushed words but still caught her attention.

Your daughter turns to him, beaming when she finds her daddy squatting behind her with open arms. Toddling on her wobbly legs, she takes two steps and falls into Jinyoung's arms, all giggly and happy.

As if the sound of her happy giggle is a cure, your exhaustion is washed away seeing her wide gummy smile, rubbing against Jinyoung's dress shirt. You remember this is why you want to give Jinyoung a child. You want to see this every day, every single time. You want to witness such a soft moment that no one can recreate.

Your husband gathers her in his arm, snuggling his nose against her overflowing pink cheeks which result in another burst of giggles filling the room. Your heart just swells at their interaction, the best thing you can ever give Jinyoung. A little human.

A replica of himself.

A little nyoungie.

You love to watch him pouring his adoration on your angel. Every time he makes your daughter giggle, another part of you melts with them. You feel contented. You feel like you choose the right man, the right daddy for your child.

"I heard you made mommy tired." she doesn't understand. She can't understand just yet, in every logic. But your daughter is smart, something she got from her daddy. At the sound of your husband interrogating her, she whips her head to you, sending another gummy and toothy smile. She even adds a wink then proceeds to giggle with Jinyoung.

You know that is a trick whenever she wants to run away from being scolded. She will grin and winks and Jinyoung will be a putty in her hand.

However this time, it feels like Jinyoung is more stern than before, not giving in to her antics. He holds her by her armpit, making her stand straight. "Nuh-uh baby. Daddy is not letting you out of this talk."

As if she can sense the disappointment in Jinyoung's voice, her head droops and her heavy cheeks fall. She even blinks for a few times but cowers under Jinyoung's scrutinizing eyes. Even babies are afraid of his judging eyes, you cannot blame her. Jinyoung is a bit scary when he's serious.

However she is just 11 months and probably didn't understand why he got mad. So you jump to the rescue, calling him out. "Nyoung..."

"Nope. Don't you say anything."

Your baby pouts, her eyes starting to waver and about to cry. He knows this, he wants her to be completely aware that it is not good to make you tired. So he closes their distance, hugging her to his chest as she whimpers slightly. "I love you, baby. Daddy loves you."

"But you cannot do that to mommy. She's tired from taking care of you."

The soft whimper stops, tiny hands holding to his biceps for support. Jinyoung nuzzles his nose into her cheeks again, pressing a kiss and pulling away. "Give a kiss to mommy to say you're sorry okay?"

Sweeping her growing hair to the side, Jinyoung lets her toddles to you, eyes apologetic as he made his own daughter cries. You know it is hard for him, he loves her so much that he can't bear watching her cry.

As soon as she reaches you, your daughter climbs your lap and opens her mouth wide, smooching her saliva on your cheeks. She wiggles a few times, still smothering her so-called love as an apology.

"Thank you, baby." you caress her cheeks when she sits down, watching your beautiful baby that you and Jinyoung made with love. "Mommy is not tired anymore."

Sometimes you just wonder how she understands such things. Emotions, instructions, does she understand it or she just mindlessly does whatever her routine is? Because as soon as you utter those words, she climbs off your lap and runs away, quickly crawling towards your husband and plops herself comfortably in his lap.

Both you and Jinyoung are stunned at her move, Jinyoung on the other hand bursts out laughing upon seeing her hugging him close and being lovey dovey as if she didn't just shimmy away from her own mom.

"I guess we know who she loves the most." Jinyoung's laughter resonates again when she attacks him with kisses, leaving you out of their love session. You are used to it, you don't even care anymore.

At least you know, her first love is her own daddy, the one that you love too.

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