baby || m.y.g x j.j.k ||

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"daddy," yoongi whined out, making grabby hands at the other male who was rising up from bed.

jeongguk laughed softly at the petite boy, his eyes still tightly shut as he laid, tucked in the multitude of sheets. "yes, baby?" jeongguk asked, even though he already knew what the raven wanted from him.

"'s cold without you," the smaller grumbled, slowly opening his dark eyes to send a glare up to the other, "don't leave."

"you have all your stuffies and blankies to keep you warm, baby boy. i'm just going to go make breakfast." he paused, seeing his attempt of persuading yoongi wasn't doing anything. "how about you sit on the couch and watch your cartoons with your blankies and stuffies while i cook? i'll only be about ten feet away."

yoongi sank further into the blankets with pursed lips. he pondered for a bit before nodding his head, and making the grabby hands at jeongguk once more.

the taller grinned and grabbed one kumamon stuffie and a blanket, tossing the blanket over his shoulder and handing the stuffie to yoongi, he wrapped his arms around the smallers waist and lifted him up like it was nothing.

yoongi held his stuffie tightly, and smiled into his daddy's neck, "i love it when you carry me." he mumbled, nibbling on the younger's skin.

"i know you do; you always make daddy carry you. you're lucky i love carrying you as much as you love being carried."

he gently placed the smaller on the couch, and dropped the blanket on top of his head, smiling at yoongi's cute giggles, searching for the remote and switching on cartoons.

"what would you like for breakfast, princess?" jeongguk asked, watching the raven get himself situated on the couch.

"hm. waffles?" he smiled a bright, gummy smile at the standing boy, knowing he would get his way.

"alright. eggos it is."

laying on the couch, yoongi scooted to the remote, and sneakily lowered the volume bit by bit, until the only thing that was heard throughout the apartment was jeongguk's soft humming. closing his eyes at the sound of his daddy's gorgeous voice, yoongi unconsciously nodded his head to the silent beat that played along in his head.

the two had been together for two years, but it had felt like forever. they had met through their mutual friend, namjoon. the other rapper had invited the younger to record some vocals for the background of one of yoongi's newer tracks that he had caught quite a hard case of writers block on.

almost immediately the brunette caught the smaller's eye. tall, muscular, and funny; everything yoongi had ever wished for. it was as though jeongguk was a literal angel, even though that was what the younger frequently called yoongi.

yoongi began calling jeongguk in more and more to record, even on songs which he hadn't worked on in years, buried under the thousands of other beats he had written and gave up on; he kept them although he couldn't find anyway to work with them, he couldn't bring himself to toss away the hard work he had put into those, the tons of sleepless nights and skipping classes. and he was glad that he hadn't tossed those beats away, because he had made some beautiful songs, even worked on one of them with jeongguk (which was by far his favorite of all the songs he had worked on in the past couple months).

jeongguk awoke a new being in yoongi, made him remember what making music was like for him in the beginning, how beautiful and powerful it is. he began to write more songs about happiness and love, less about his past of anxiety and depression, or disses to other rappers.

the younger made yoongi feel alive again, and even though he couldn't express it well with words, he could with lyrics, and the cheeky smiles that grew on the younger's face as he read them showed to him that the boy knew just who the sappy, romantic lyrics were directed to.