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Oh oh OH! Dilf jk you know I’m gonna go sweet fluff all the way 🥺 what about anything newborn baby jungwoo (like,,, either nEW new baby or just him smiling/cooing really cutesy) and his parents? You’re going to do wonderfully at your talk!!

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Dilf jk meeting jungwoo for the first time!

ahhhh okay this is angstier than i anticipated but hopefully you both still like it!! it’s just...how it would play out according to the timeline i have for the fic 😅 thank you so much for the requests!! 🥰

pairing. wife!reader x boxer!jk word count. 1.2k genre. angst and fluff warnings. mention of childbirth, oc has some rage directed towards jk’s genitals, kissing, it’s a little angsty n extra™, but i think that’s it?  notes. featuring the too close couple. beta read by the sweet and wonderful vi @coepiteamare but mistakes are my own because i messed with this after she read and fixed it,, and now it’s questionable. but i hope it’s still ok and cute and enjoyable! tags. @augustbutwinter i am so sorry that you will be notified every time i post some clown-work on this site, but you asked for it 😅 thank you for being the lone brave soul 😂❤️

It’s the second time Jungkook is holding his son, but the feeling is just as foreign as it was an hour ago.

He would have expected the moment to be a lot more frantic—considering the bustle of nurses that had been filing in and out of the room for the past couple hours, paired with your very vocal assertions that you were never going to have sex with him again (and lot of other colorful language).

But those last few minutes unfolded within a blink of an eye. One second you were cutting off blood flow to his fingers, and the next, Dr. Choi was handing you a tiny, loosely-wrapped bundle.

And suddenly, the room was still.

Still, except for that muffled cry—tender and delicate, music to Jungkook’s ears—and soft sobs coming from you as you cradled your son.

His son.

Yours and his.

For a split second, one forever seared into his memory, he could see in something beyond technicolor, beyond all the bounds of what his five senses could afford him. 

Beyond the little tuft of black hair in front of him, beyond the impossibly small feet that were resting atop your arm.

Was it possible, to see the red string of fate tautening between your pinky and his? To see a new thread being strung between his heart and his son’s, promising a lifetime of unconditional, selfless love?

After that, all he can recall is kissing you, in such a haze that your lips felt celestial against his—soft and tenuous, unhooking the last tether that had grounded his two feet to the floor. His son was in his arms for just a few moments, before a nurse with kind eyes and a sympathetic smile whisked him away for his first bath.

Jungkook kissed you again, told you he loved you a couple dozen times, before darting after the nurse as his instincts told him to.

It was a blur from that moment onward.

But now, much to his relief, you’ve gotten a couple of hours of sleep in, that nightmare of a first feed is over, and it’s just you and him in the room.

You, him, and Jungwoo.

He’s a calm baby, the nurses told Jungkook. Calm but energetic—curious, with big round eyes that roam the room, though he can’t yet focus them.

“He won’t break if you move him,” you whisper, resting your chin on Jungkook’s shoulder.

There isn’t much extra space on the hospital bed, but with you snuggled up right at his side, it’s easy to make do. In any case, the brown eyes staring up at the two of you have your minds occupied.

“I, uh—it’s fine like this.”

It’s a pathetically unconvincing fib, and the way you smile into skin tells him you’re well aware of how ridiculously uncomfortable he is.

Jungkook’s muscles instinctively tense when you reach into his lap, gently adjusting Jungwoo where he’s snuggled between blankets. (As of nine months ago, that’s Jungkook’s instinctive response to everything—panic and worry.)

You reach to lift the infant up with a delicate grasp, readjusting his small body in Jungkook’s cradling arms only slightly. But Jungkook feels the difference immediately—the strain on his forearm is instantly alleviated, his gentle embrace more secure than it was before.

“Is that better?”

Jungkook nods, giving you a small smile of gratitude. “How are you already so good at this?”

Giggling softly, you nuzzle up against Jungkook’s neck, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Well, I pushed him out from between my legs,” you point out, and though your voice is fatigued, there’s still a lighthearted lilt to it. “Everything else seems easy by comparison.”

Jungkook leans into your touch automatically, resting his cheek against your head. “You were amazing, by the way.”

You scoff. “I was cursing the entire time. I’m pretty sure I graphically described mutilating your balls at one point.”

Jungkook snorts at the memory. “I know you love my balls. I’m not too worried.”

He turns to press a light kiss to your hair, unbothered by the distinctly clinical smell that wafts from it. Without an ounce of dishonesty in his heart, “You were perfect,” he breathes softly. “You are perfect.”

You meet his gaze with a tender smile, revealing fatigued crinkles beneath your eyes (and Jungkook is certain you’ve never looked prettier). Your foreheads meet with habitual ease, noses brushing just slightly, delicately, but that’s enough to bridge the distance between the two of you.

Silence communicates everything that needs to be said—apologies accepted wordlessly, forgiveness exchanged with a lingering touch.

Once the moment ebbs away, leaving those past wounds sewn up, “After all, you made him,” Jungkook adds with a tilt of his head, the words accompanied by a soft smile.

The two of you look back down in tandem, a swell of euphoric warmth filling your chests.

“He is perfect, isn’t he?”

Jungkook nods, swallowing back the beginnings of a lump in his throat.

Because it isn’t lost on him, the fact that he’s a dad now. That this small, innocent being—who’s been alive for less than a day and already carries Jungkook’s heart in his tiny hands—is his.

His to love, to protect.

It’s the three of you against the world, and as Jungkook sits with you curled at his side, Jungwoo drifting to sleep in his arms, his heart threatens to burst at the seams.

Because he’s unequivocally happy, so much so that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s a stranger in his own skin, in how it all seems within reach now, right at his fingertips and ready to be seized with a tight grasp.

But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s scared.

Scared because he barely knows anything about fatherhood (and what little he does, he desperately wishes he could forget).

Scared to make a mistake, because he knows what that’ll mean for Jungwoo, for you.

His hands weren’t made for loving. They’re callous and scarred, with faded strokes of ink that remind him of everything ugly in the world, of pain and anger. He’s scared to touch his son’s face, to taint his soft skin, to move a millimeter in the wrong direction.

But despite everything, despite the doubts that threaten to mar the moment, the enduring fact eclipses it all.

“I love him so much,” Jungkook mumbles, blinking back the moisture in his eyes. “I love you both so much.”

With a gentle squeeze of his waist, you brush your lips against his shoulder, pressing softly into the exposed skin at the hem of his sleeve.

“We love you too, baby.”

There’s a beat of silence.

And he hates that you’re the one who says it, not the other way around, but—

“Everything’s going to be okay,” you assure him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “We’ll figure it out.”

He can hear a little quiver in your voice, accompanied by a drop of moisture streaking against his arm. And though your words are rife with melancholy, grieving what you’ve lost on the path to this moment—there’s conviction behind the sentiment that he’s never heard from you before.

“We can do it, Kook. I promise.”

There’s enough love in the room to last a lifetime and beyond, to reach every corner of the universe, with miles to spare. He knows that for certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

And maybe that’s enough, Jungkook decides. For now, he’ll choose to believe that it is.