Dreamy [cr. Namuspromised]

dreamy 💫 [cr. namuspromised]

where are users cutechim and jjiimin.

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i will Shed tears lik a waterfall if u ever write a short alternative ending where heartburn!jimin n yn end up together n hav a baby.. jus saying …… but It’ll heal my heart for sure

“you’d make a good dad” uh huh yea yea totally not sliding down a wall rn

could be either read as canon or non-canon!! whatever helps u sleep at night best friends <3

“You’re literally perfect.”

Jimin whispers to the baby in his arms, the truth apparent even under the dim lighting of the floor lamp in the hospital suite.

“Our little Haru,” he coos, scrunching his nose to resist the urge to bite her plump cheeks. Instead he runs his thumb to her tiny ear all the way to the folds of her chunky neck, adjusting her diaper while at it.

She’s just so pretty. It’s obviously too early to tell her features because she’s literally just gotten out of the womb merely hours ago, but Jimin doesn’t doubt for a second that she looks just like you.

Haru looks every bit of your beauty; every single bit of your kindness and grace.

“Do you know that your Aunt Soomin’s hounding me into seeing you? I had to turn my phone off,” he chuckles, meagerly nodding when Haru’s eyes train on him as if she understood instantly. “You have so much waiting for you at home, baby. Everyone rooted to have you in this world, y’know? Everyone loves you.”

Despite being hours old, Haru already looks like she’s the epitome of yours and Jimin’s world combined. She’s everything that he could ever ask for and there’s nothing else he could ever want — not now when he’s officially a father; not now when he’s cradling his daughter to his chest, only a few feet away from his wife’s sleeping figure.

Haru suddenly cries as it effectively snaps Jimin out of his wholesome, teary realization. He instantly attempts to calm her down, standing up from his chair.

“Ah, ah! You’re waking up your mommy.”

“Chest, please.”

Jimin turns his gaze to you who’s already jolted awake, the power nap you rightfully intended to take after giving birth being cut short. It’s only been hours and the two of you already have codes, “chest, please” meaning that Haru needed to be breastfed immediately.

He grins, pulling up a chair to comply.

A snort escapes you when you feel a head that’s too heavy for a newborn placed on your chest, a situation that needed a finger flick to the forehead before giggling.

“I meant our daughter on my chest, Jimin, not you.”

“Yikes,” he laughs, peeling himself off before carefully placing Haru on your chest, elevating your bed so the two of you would be more comfortable. “She’s here, she’s here. Here you go, mommy.”

“Is the mommy nickname going to stick?” your head tilts in curiosity, squinting as you recollect. “You kept calling me wifey for a straight month after we got married.”

“Sue me for being in love with you,” he rolls his eyes with no real malice to it, smiling to himself at the reminder of your wedding two years ago.

He rounds off everything in his mind, running through a mental checklist in his mind now that you’re awake. “Ice? Fast food? My mom’s cooking? Anything else you need?”

Everything feels too surreal — who would’ve known? Your husband and your daughter in the same room; three heartbeats beating under the same love.

“Nah,” you shake your head, a watery smile manifesting as soon as you see the same realization in Jimin’s face. “I have everything I need.”

this is so cute.

Falling

pairing; idol!park jimin x non-idol!reader, gn!reader, short!reader

genre; angst, fluff

warnings; light cursing, just angsty angst as per usual to hit you right in the feels with some fluffy fluff as well

w/c; 990

a/n; first jiminie drabble y’all give it some luuurv and don’t forget to send in requests or give feedback. love u

Sitting alone at a table for two in this cafe. One you actually suggested going too when you guys first started dating. He reminisced on the old days when he would arrive and see you sitting in the exact chair opposite him with yours and his favorite order already set out on the table.

He would always walk in garnishing the same disguise. Bucket hat, glasses, face mask, baggy outfit and all. Ironically, similar to what he was wearing right now. You think it would be a raised flag for fellow guests of the cafe, but if they cared, they never showed. Which made him love this little hole in the wall even more. Only when he was sitting did he finally reveal himself to you, only.

He heard the bell ring above the door signaling your own arrival. If he thought his palms were sweaty before, they were dripping sweat now. Looking at you he had to quietly catch his breath. You looked even better than before, which he didn’t think was possible. But of course it was, cause it was you.

Standing up, he debated on awkwardly sticking his hand out to shake or going around the table to give you a hug. I mean, you were still friends…kind of, right? Before he could answer himself you already made your way to the table looking flawless as ever. Brandishing your own hesitant smile, you still had more confidence than him as you circled your arms around his waist, head in chest, to give him one of your infamous hugs.

Not expected at all, but definitely welcomed, he immediately enveloped you with his own arms, hiding his face in your hair that he could subtly smell. Lavender with a hint of vanilla, your favorite. Which quickly became his when you were dating.

Pulling back from the hug just enough to see his face you looked at him and greeted him with his familiar nickname that still made his heart flutter when you said it so effortlessly.

“Hey, Jiminie! Long time no see! I’ve missed you. I heard the new music as well, it’s amazing as always!” He could physically feel the joy you radiated. Which confused him, cause he never thought you would be so welcoming to him after you broke up.

You said you care, and you missed me too.

And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you.

He wonders if you know majority of the songs were about you.

“Y/n! Look at you, you haven’t changed a bit. Still as short as I remembered you being.” He cheekily said as you playfully hit him in the chest once unraveling your hands from his body.

Folding your arms across your chest you glared at him, before cracking a smile and laughing in response to his little jab. Pun not intended.

Jimin pulled your chair out for you and gestured for you to sit down, which you did gratefully, after the long journey you took to make it here. After all, it’s the reason you guys didn’t make it in the first place.

Long distance was a bitch.

Sitting across from you after all these years he realized his feelings never went away. Unbeknownst to him, you felt the same way.

For awhile you guys talked about any and everything you could think of, laughing and crying even more tears of laughter as you reminisced on memories. Countless cups of coffee littered the table as customers filtered out throughout the day. And gradually it became occupied by just two long lost lovers that found themselves again.

An employee politely telling said couple that they needed to close is what broke them out of their little bubble they were in. They decided to split the tab equally, much to Jimin’s dismay, who wanted to pay for everything. But again, it was just who you were.

And the coffee's out, at the Beachwood Cafe.

Begrudgingly, you both briskly walked out of the cafe stopping on the sidewalk a little bit away from the door so the employees could leave without being blocked. Noticing the change in lighting outside as the sky turned inky black, with only the moon and stars that twinkled illuminating the world around you, you looked at each other awkwardly.

And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say.

“Well, I–“

“It was nice to–“

Looking at each other they burst into joined laughter realizing they spoke at the same time, something they used to always do when together. Jokingly getting the nickname mockingbird as your couple name by fans, family, and friends.

Much to his further surprise you stepped closer and leaned in to kiss his cheek softly, glancing into his eyes shyly wondering if it was the right thing to do. Scratching his cheek with a blush adorning it, he wondered if he should reciprocate the action or not, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way.

But then he thought, fuck it. And did it anyways. Him aiming for your lips instead.

You eyes widened in shock as you gasped into the kiss, but decided to close your eyes in response and deepen it by tilting your head into it more, pushing against him.

Pulling away slightly, disconnecting your lips, he gently laid his forehead against yours and couldn’t help the smile that took up his whole face. Opening his eyes to already see yours staring at him with such love and admiration had him nearly keening to his knees out of sheer disbelief. But he held himself strong and instead whispered the words you didn’t know you so desperately wanted to hear.

“I’m still in love with you, y/n.”

Your only response was to grab him by his shirt and tug him impossibly closer to you kissing him again in a slow and passionate kiss. This time, you both thought, you would make it work.

soft 🥺💓

(cr. @jinminkookss)