Today you wake up like any other day for the past week. Coffee, and breakfast with the guys, kiss them all goodbye, then try more yoga. Perhaps some swimming and sauna time, after that you can read whatever is left in the books Joonie lent you. They had been devoured in a manner of two days, and you will definitely be asking for more, he has great reading taste.
Next is lunch , then you'll start some chores.
You can only take so much relaxation before you feel restless, so yesterday you asked if any of them needed laundry done. Of course they all did.
The mass of loose socks in Jin's room is big enough to be its own load, and Yoongi at least had the foresight to sort his clothes and turn them the right way out. The same could not be said for Namjoon.
It seems its even lucky that clothes managed to end up in the closet let alone his hamper. The basket is overflowing and then some. Nevertheless you start weeding through the pile, slowly unearthing the floor and even some of the lower shelves in his closet that had been buried. You stuff as much as you can into the basket and take it down to the washer and then return to the closet to sort what will likely be trip 2 of 3.
You grab a ball of fabric at the very back of the closet, yanking it out swiftly. The shirt unfurls and sends a box flopping out, and open revealing its contents.
Two tiny shoes.
Baby shoes.
You doubt very much that you should be seeing these. They had been all wrapped up and at the darkest spot in the closet anyhow. Panicking you put the shoes back in the box and wrap it back up.
What in the world? Its like when you found Tae's fun stash, except baby shoes?
What need would he have for baby shoes?
Why would he just have them? For fun?
Your mind, quiet like his laundry, is brimming over with questions that are variations of the same question: Why? Even as you finish the laundry to start making dinner, you still can't find a reasonable explanation, other than that, he must want a baby. Could he really have been that excited about you possibly being pregnant?
You certainly hadn't been that enthusiastic about the risk of a baby.
The sound of the garage opening makes you jump and realize you had been staring at the pot of yukgaejang, that is now beginning to boil over onto the stove.
Frantically you pull the pot off of the heat. An action you thoroughly regret as the boiling hot soup splashes onto your wrist. You drop the pot onto the side counter and rush to the sink. Cool water stings making your eyes tear up.
"Hey Jagiya! How was your day?" Jimin asks entering the kitchen as you press a cold wet towel to the burn.
"Its been," You think over the events of the day, "okay."
Coming closer Jimin notices your watery eyes, he grabs your shoulders squaring you to him.
"Whats wrong y/n!?" He searches your face quickly.
"I just got burned I'm okay."
The rest of your men walk in as you take the towel off of your wrist, to show an angry red patch.
"What happened?!?!"
You explain how you had gotten distracted on your 'phone', and how clumsy you were.
They insist on helping you get bandaged up, and by the time they are done with you, it looks like you have a full cast up to your shoulder.
"Guys it was only a little burn," You say dumbfounded over how they found so much gauze tape in the house.
After unwrapping the majority of your arm, save for the small section where you actually needed it. You check to make sure you hadn't scorched the soup and announce that dinner is ready.
Dinner tonight is complete with Kookie growling at the soup for hurting you, stories of the back up dancers being funny in practice and how Namjoon nearly cried over how cute their choreographers new baby is.
Of course, today of all days, it just had to bring your baby to work day or something!??!
The soup mishap had distracted you from the baby thoughts until now. Is it too dramatic to do that again to avoid talking about babies? Probably.
"Hey, it's just so small. The little toes and feet ahhh!!" His huge smile makes you feel worse.
He must want children so badly, and you really, aren't ready. Sometimes it feels like you can't even take care of yourself, how would you care for a baby if you did have one?
How would you even do that with seven men? Have seven babies? Oh hell no.
You look down at your food, prodding a chunk of beef with your spoon, but you couldn't be bothered to eat more. Getting up quietly you put your bowl in the fridge for later, and place your utensils in the sink.
The boys notice you cleaning up after hardly eating and get very quiet. Their eyes follow you around the kitchen as you move pots to the sink.
Turning on the water you immerse yourself into dish-washing, hoping they'll just go back to talking and ignore you.
A little chatter starts up behind you and you honestly feel a bit relieved.
That is until Jimin slides up next to you, leaning on the counter.
"Jagiya?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't worry about the pots. I'll wash them, you go eat." He tries to weasel the sponge out of your hand.
"No, its okay, I'm just not very hungry" He eyes you suspiciously.
"Is something wrong jagi?" His voice is quiet and sweet. A memory of Yoongi scolding you for not letting them in echos in the back of your mind. You nod subtly. "Do you want to talk about it?" You shoot a glace at the table of men, then back at Jimin and nod again. "Alone?" again you nod.
"I think those need to soak more." Jimin proclaims loudly, "Can you help me with picking clothes jagiya? I want to look good at the airport this time!"
Taking his not so subtle hint you dry your hands and weave your fingers with his. Jimin leads you up to his room, sitting down on the bed with you.
"So whats bothering you?" He grabs a pillow hugging it tightly in his lap.
"So you know how I was doing some laundry today? Well I found baby shoes in Namjoon's closet... I didn't think he wanted a baby that badly. And tonight at dinner he was so happy about Sungdeuk's new baby. I don't know about the rest of you but I'm really not ready to have a baby... I mean hes only 2 years older than me, but I can't imagine even having a baby when I'm his age."
"You think hyung wants you to have a baby?" Jimin just laughs quietly.
"Yea, well, I don't have much evidence otherwise? What's so funny?"
"I'm sorry. I know it's not funny to you." He tones back his amusement, "It's just, for as long as I've known Joon hyung, he has always loved small things. Tiny dogs, tiny crabs,...babies, even baby shoes. That's just how he is, I guess."
You grab a pillow for yourself, hugging on tightly to it.
"So he doesn't want a baby yet?"
"Absolutely not, he'd be too terrified that he would hurt it." Jimin laughs again, more heartily, "Besides he knows right now, as an idol it would be really difficult to juggle our schedules and a baby... so no, I'm sure he loves the idea of a baby, but in reality no. Not yet at least."
Jimin's talk really helps to calm your mind, and you two head back down to finish cleaning up. To your pleasant surprise the others had already done the cleaning for you and gone their separate ways for the night.
You knock on Joon's door softly.
"Yea?"
"It's me."
"Come on in kitten," He opens the door for you with a dimpled smile, "You don't have to knock, just so you know."
"Oh, and catch you doing dirty things Joonie? How scandalous!" You wink making your way to the bed.
"You'd like that wouldn't you kitten... or should I say, Brat?" His smirk kills you a little.
"You're more of a pervert than Hobi." You throw back at him.
He turns to you leaning over you menacingly. Slowly his hands come to rest on the bed on either side of your hips.
His eyes bore into yours, glancing at your lips occasionally.
Quickly he jolts forward giving you a surprise peck. You hum with a shock, eyes still wide but ready to flutter shut the moment the kiss deepens.
But that moment never comes. Joon straightens up, replacing his devilish edge with a sweet soft smile.
You regain your composure and observe contentedly as he goes back to his previous occupation of folding his laundry.
"Thank you, for doing the laundry kitten, its really sweet of you." He tosses his socks and underwear into the draw haphazardly making you cringe a bit. "You know you don't have to do this stuff right?"
"I know, but I feel bad if I don't pull my weight around here, you know that."
"Yea I know. You're too good for us." You flush a little feeling a little flustered. "Straight up wifey material."
He chuckles to himself letting his eyes close into crescents, and his dimples deepen.
God! Why is he so damn cute?!?!
"Only because you're daddy material," You wink when he turns around, noticing the immediate difference in the fit of his trousers, particularly in the lap region.
His jaw grits as his eyes rake over you, but he gulps a few rimes and shakes his head. Presumably chasing filthy thoughts out of his mind.
After a few minutes of silence Namjoon speaks again, as he tosses his basket back into the closet.
"So...has anyone else asked you to spend the night with them yet?"
You shake your head with a smile, "I'm all yours"
"Perfect. I dunno about you but I'm not quite tired enough for bed," He checks his watch, an action you've come to find quite attractive, "How about some hot chocolate?"
"Sold!" You jump up, "On one condition."
"Condition?" He puzzles cocking an eyebrow at you.
"We put on pjs first!"
His lips widen into a smile as his arms wrap around your waist pulling you in close to his muscular chest. The cologne you love envelops you soft bubble washing away the whole day worth of stresses.
"That's what I'm talking about, 100% wifey.
"Joonie,"
"Yes Y/n"
"I love you."
"I love you too baby," He pecks your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, lingering longer on the latter. "How about that hot chocolate now?"
You part ways to don the jammies and meet back down in the kitchen.
Jungkook and Taehyung are playing mario kart sitting on the floor, while Hobi and Jimin watch from the couch behind. They all loudly declare their desire to have hot chocolate as well, so you and Joon set to work on several mugs of the stuff.
Not long after the last mug has been microwaved, Jin and Yoongi stumble into the kitchen, fresh from showers. Whether they were separate showers remains to be seen.
After preparing two more mugs, you and Joon finally sit down amongst the chaos of video gaming and added narration.
You are quick to leave however, deciding its just a tad too noisy.
Passing through the rarely used front room, with the white blocky couches and modern glass tables, Joon leads you into the room left of the staircase. The emerald velvet couches, coffee colored leather wingback chairs and ornate marble knee tables are a stark and opulent contrast to the sharp front room.
The book cases lining the far wall and soft warm lighting from Edison bulbs give the room a cozy vibe.
Namjoon takes a seat on the couch and you slide into his side, sipping the hot beverage carefully.
Its so quiet and peaceful with Joon. Seeing him be sweet and domestic never fails to make your heartbeat a little faster. Hes good at the little interpersonal things.
"Taste good?"
You hum and nod, snuggling in closer. Your choice of jammies, a tank top and shorts, were less than optimal. The nights are getting cooler and that means the house is too. Joonie notices the beginnings of goose bumps forming up your legs and arms, and reaches far over the side of the couch into a basket holding a very soft fuzzy grey blanket. He bundles it around you before getting up to search the bookcases. Clicking his tongue, his fingers slide over the spines of books and his large frame casts shadows on lower shelves. The soft t-shirt he's chosen hangs over his brawny shoulders and molds to his meticulously carved back when he bends over to see shorter shelves.
"Fantasy, mystery, romance, horror, reality or adventure?" He lists over his shoulder as you admire his butt in thin joggers.
"Surprise me," He picks one and joins you under the fuzzy blanket.
The spine of the book crackles when his hands press it open to the first page. "Norwegian Wood" you'd never heard of it as a book before, only as a Beatles song.
Namjoon begins reading to you as you sip your hot chocolate, quickly becoming immersed in the memories of Toru. The sweet mans deep voice vibrates through your body with a soothing hum as you rest against his chest. The way your legs drape over his and your arms wrapped around his torso while his non-book hand holds your waist, rubbing small circles on your side, makes you feel so safe and cozy.
You find yourself looking up at Namjoon, his expressions change with the scene, molding like water to fit the emotions shape.
Joon notices your gaze in the corner of his eye, blushing noticeably yet he presses on. His well spoken lips fail the more he gets flustered, stuttering and stumbling over the words.
"What h-happens -when-" He glances from the page to your face several times meeting your heart-eyed stare. Like every time he looks back at you the words he just read vanish from his mind. "When people- o-open their - hearts' 'they-" His voice trails off into oblivion and his dark brown eyes take in your face.
The space between you disappears slowly and imperceptibly until your lips come together. A thud of a book hitting the floor doesn't bother either of you. Namjoon's now empty hand holds the back of your neck holding you to him with the utmost gentleness. There is a tenderness to the kiss, a nostalgia if you could put it that way. They way your lips move together intentionally, but not eager and rushed and lustful. Its loving and patient, only caring about the here and the now of your make-out. There's an instictiveness, a sixth sense of each other, a foresight to how the other will move.
He is comforting, and familiar.
Slowly you pull apart, but your eyes stay shut, holding on to the last warmth of his lips. A thought pops into your mind as your eyes flutter open into his soft gaze though you aren't sure from where it came.
"Can I ask you something?" Are you really about to do this?!? It was such a nice evening, why not fuck it up now?
"Of course kitten. Is there something wrong?" His eyebrows knit together slightly.
"Did you want to be a dad?" Surprise tints his face, "I found Baby shoes when i was doing your laundry. I didn't mean to be snooping or anything, i thought it was just more clothes but then the box fell out and the shoes came out of the box and- I've been thinking about it all day, that's why I spilled the soup," You give a little laugh thinking about your own clumsiness. "Then you were so happy talking about the baby that visited at work today. Jimin said you have always liked small things and-"
Fingers running down the side of your face make you stop and look at the man. His face, you could only describe as love. His eyes are gently smiling, his lip turned up at the corners ever so slightly, practically glowing with patient understanding, although that could just be the vintage lightning.
"Someday, yes. Jimin was right, I do love tiny things." He tucks hair behind your ear before intertwining his fingers with yours in your laps. "I won't lie to you y/n, I was a little excited that you might have been pregnant, I didn't want to tell you because I knew you weren't. But even though I was excited, I was more terrified than I've ever been in my life." He pauses looking down, you give his hand a little squeeze of reassurance. "I know that sounds stupid, I'm sure you were more scared than I was."
"I understand. I was scared but it's okay now." You lean down meeting his eyes again, "Did you buy the shoes because of all that?"
His dimples return to his cheek as he lifts his head again.
"Yea, I know that was stupid too, but after fighting with pd Bang, I was really fired up about it and went out and bought them and the food and flowers, to hopefully make you feel better about it." He chuckles lightly, "Then hyung texted me... that's when I bought the champagne!"
You laugh together feeling much lighter than you had in several hours.
"I don't think its stupid Joonie," You cup the side of his face making him look at you.
"No?"
"No. I think it's really sweet...I'm sure you'll make a great father someday... even if im- im not in the picture.." Saying it out loud makes you choke up a bit.
"Lets not think about that. The only thing that matters now is us, you me and the others of course." Now its his turn to make you look at him, "Why don't we head up to bed kitten? and I can prove it to you."
"I'd like that very much Joonie."