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writetomyheart2015-10-30 01:26 pm
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[team sonic] no worries
Title from Hakuna Matata from the Lion King OST.
First words from you're amazing , just the way you are.
First words from you're amazing , just the way you are.
I’ll try to remember that Junmyeon reads, balancing his phone on his knees, trying to read the continuation of Chanyeol’s text as well as rock his son to sleep. Sehun is still small enough to be held with one hand for a couple of moments, as long as Junmyeon is sitting and able to hold him to his chest. He has almost reached the bottom of the text when a well-aimed kick from Sehun disturbs the balance of the force and topples the phone over, sends it flying over the wooden floor.
Junmyeon winces, hopes that this isn’t broken iPhone number 6 so far this year. It’s not like he cannot afford to buy a new one, so that’s not really an issue. The biggest problem is the punch of guilt he feels curling in his stomach when his husband looks at him, his eyebrows almost falling into his eyes.
As long as they’ve been dating, married, Kyungsoo has always said that Junmyeon has an unhealthy relationship with money. As their backgrounds are different: Junmyeon comes from money and Kyungsoo comes from a working class family – their views on how to use money and distribute money throughout a month are totally different.
Junmyeon can hear his voice in his head: ”Just because we have money doesn’t mean that we have to spend it all. Think of Sehun’s future!”. When Junmyeon had countered, telling Kyungsoo that money would never be a problem for Sehun or them, he had gotten a spatula thrown after him.
”It’s a matter of principles, Kim Junmyeon,”.
Sehun makes small noises of protest, wiggling in Junmyeon’s arms. It’s almost as if he’s insisting on not sleeping. He’s flailing his tiny arms, chubby fists hitting Junmyeon’s chest softly. Spit dribbles from Sehun’s mouth, soaks into Junmyeon’s shirt.
“Come on Sehunnie, it’s naptime,” Junmyeon coos, patting Sehun’s padded bottom with his palm, his other hand running through Sehun’s thin layer of hair.
“But I don’t want to sleep dad,” a voice says from behind them. Seconds later the sofa dips and something, someone warm is pressed into Junmyeon’s side, smelling like the cold outside, like fried street food and cigarettes.
“Hi babe,” Junmyeon greets, turning his head to look at Kyungsoo whose face is pressed into Junmyeon’s shoulder. Only his forehead and messy, black hair is visible to his eyes. Kyungsoo groans in answer, one cold-looking hand comes up to pet at Sehun’s back, mostly petting Junmyeon’s arm that’s holding their son in place.
“I’m exhausted,” Kyungsoo says into Junmyeon’s cotton shirt, lips catching on fabric as he speaks. Supporting Sehun with one hand, Junmyeon lifts his hand, runs it gently through Kyungsoo’s hair. It tangles between his fingers briefly, but Junmyeon manages to untangle the black stands, nails scraping carefully over the short hair at the nape of Kyungsoo’s neck.
Warm air seeps through Junmyeon’s shirt, followed by a soft groan coming from Kyungsoo. With both of his boys’ faces pressed against him, Junmyeon feels a warmth blossom in his chest, heart thrumming against his ribcage.
After a while, Kyungsoo pulls back slightly, adjusting his position, hooking his chin over Junmyeon’s shoulder. There’s a soft, pink color flushed over his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. Kyungsoo’s wide eyes are shiny with exhaustion.
It’s so easy, too easy, to let himself fall, let himself go.
Junmyeon leans forward, angle awkward as he kisses Kyungsoo softly. His lips are plush, soft against Junmyeon’s own, and he finds himself falling forward once more to kiss him, a bit deeper, longer this time around.
Kyungsoo’s cheeks are cold, dry as Junmyeon nuzzles his nose against one of them, moving to press his cheek against Kyungsoo’s briefly before pulling back, but not until he’s managed to fish another kiss from Kyungsoo’s lips.
Wordlessly, Junmyeon hands Sehun who’s almost, almost asleep at this point, to Kyungsoo who looks puzzled back at him.
“I’m just going to make you some coffee,” Junmyeon explains, petting Kyungsoo’s cheek gently before he heads towards the kitchen. He had just brewed some coffee before he had fed Sehun.
The blue metal thermos on the counter is still warm, thankfully. Junmyeon fishes Kyungsoo’s favorite cup out of the cupboard. It’s shaped as Iron Man’s head; a gift from Junmyeon that he bought when they were visiting London years and years ago.
The home-brewed coffee isn’t the best, Junmyeon knows, but he also knows that Kyungsoo won’t mind. He never really does. He fills the cup to the brim with the hot liquid, making sure that the thermos lid is screwed tightly on before he heads back to the living room.
In Junmyeon’s absence, Kyungsoo has taken the chance to lie down on the tiny sofa, head propped up on the armrest, Sehun placed safely on his chest, Kyungsoo holding him safely in place; one hand under his butt and one resting gently on top of his back.
They’re both asleep.
Smiling softly, his heart cartwheeling in his chest, Junmyeon places the Iron Man cup gently on the coffee table. He retrieves his phone from the floor, silently happy the screen is intact, the phone itself working fine.
Junmyeon snaps a picture of Kyungsoo and Sehun and sends it to everyone on his friend list on Snapchat.
It ends up being the background picture on his phone as well.
Junmyeon winces, hopes that this isn’t broken iPhone number 6 so far this year. It’s not like he cannot afford to buy a new one, so that’s not really an issue. The biggest problem is the punch of guilt he feels curling in his stomach when his husband looks at him, his eyebrows almost falling into his eyes.
As long as they’ve been dating, married, Kyungsoo has always said that Junmyeon has an unhealthy relationship with money. As their backgrounds are different: Junmyeon comes from money and Kyungsoo comes from a working class family – their views on how to use money and distribute money throughout a month are totally different.
Junmyeon can hear his voice in his head: ”Just because we have money doesn’t mean that we have to spend it all. Think of Sehun’s future!”. When Junmyeon had countered, telling Kyungsoo that money would never be a problem for Sehun or them, he had gotten a spatula thrown after him.
”It’s a matter of principles, Kim Junmyeon,”.
Sehun makes small noises of protest, wiggling in Junmyeon’s arms. It’s almost as if he’s insisting on not sleeping. He’s flailing his tiny arms, chubby fists hitting Junmyeon’s chest softly. Spit dribbles from Sehun’s mouth, soaks into Junmyeon’s shirt.
“Come on Sehunnie, it’s naptime,” Junmyeon coos, patting Sehun’s padded bottom with his palm, his other hand running through Sehun’s thin layer of hair.
“But I don’t want to sleep dad,” a voice says from behind them. Seconds later the sofa dips and something, someone warm is pressed into Junmyeon’s side, smelling like the cold outside, like fried street food and cigarettes.
“Hi babe,” Junmyeon greets, turning his head to look at Kyungsoo whose face is pressed into Junmyeon’s shoulder. Only his forehead and messy, black hair is visible to his eyes. Kyungsoo groans in answer, one cold-looking hand comes up to pet at Sehun’s back, mostly petting Junmyeon’s arm that’s holding their son in place.
“I’m exhausted,” Kyungsoo says into Junmyeon’s cotton shirt, lips catching on fabric as he speaks. Supporting Sehun with one hand, Junmyeon lifts his hand, runs it gently through Kyungsoo’s hair. It tangles between his fingers briefly, but Junmyeon manages to untangle the black stands, nails scraping carefully over the short hair at the nape of Kyungsoo’s neck.
Warm air seeps through Junmyeon’s shirt, followed by a soft groan coming from Kyungsoo. With both of his boys’ faces pressed against him, Junmyeon feels a warmth blossom in his chest, heart thrumming against his ribcage.
After a while, Kyungsoo pulls back slightly, adjusting his position, hooking his chin over Junmyeon’s shoulder. There’s a soft, pink color flushed over his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. Kyungsoo’s wide eyes are shiny with exhaustion.
It’s so easy, too easy, to let himself fall, let himself go.
Junmyeon leans forward, angle awkward as he kisses Kyungsoo softly. His lips are plush, soft against Junmyeon’s own, and he finds himself falling forward once more to kiss him, a bit deeper, longer this time around.
Kyungsoo’s cheeks are cold, dry as Junmyeon nuzzles his nose against one of them, moving to press his cheek against Kyungsoo’s briefly before pulling back, but not until he’s managed to fish another kiss from Kyungsoo’s lips.
Wordlessly, Junmyeon hands Sehun who’s almost, almost asleep at this point, to Kyungsoo who looks puzzled back at him.
“I’m just going to make you some coffee,” Junmyeon explains, petting Kyungsoo’s cheek gently before he heads towards the kitchen. He had just brewed some coffee before he had fed Sehun.
The blue metal thermos on the counter is still warm, thankfully. Junmyeon fishes Kyungsoo’s favorite cup out of the cupboard. It’s shaped as Iron Man’s head; a gift from Junmyeon that he bought when they were visiting London years and years ago.
The home-brewed coffee isn’t the best, Junmyeon knows, but he also knows that Kyungsoo won’t mind. He never really does. He fills the cup to the brim with the hot liquid, making sure that the thermos lid is screwed tightly on before he heads back to the living room.
In Junmyeon’s absence, Kyungsoo has taken the chance to lie down on the tiny sofa, head propped up on the armrest, Sehun placed safely on his chest, Kyungsoo holding him safely in place; one hand under his butt and one resting gently on top of his back.
They’re both asleep.
Smiling softly, his heart cartwheeling in his chest, Junmyeon places the Iron Man cup gently on the coffee table. He retrieves his phone from the floor, silently happy the screen is intact, the phone itself working fine.
Junmyeon snaps a picture of Kyungsoo and Sehun and sends it to everyone on his friend list on Snapchat.
It ends up being the background picture on his phone as well.
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HOW FUCKIGN DARE YOU
THE MONKEY COVERING ITS MOUTH EMOJI WAS ME THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS FUCKIGN READING THIS
DOMESTIC SUDI I KNEW TO EXPECT BUT WIGGLY BABY SEHUN ADN "WE HAVE TO PLAN FOR OUR FUTURE" AND LET ME MAKE YOU COFFEE BABE (IM TRASH FOR LETS SUHO CALL HIM BABE KSOO) DOMESTIC AND With both of his boys’ faces pressed against him, Junmyeon feels a warmth blossom in his chest, heart thrumming in his chest.
jfc do you want me to fucking die
is that what you want
well congratulations!!!!!!!!
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but i love you for commenting seriously ;;;;;;;;;;
I need to write more domestic sudi with baby sehun like..iMAGINE WHEN SEHUN LEARNS TO WALK LIKE!!!!
/kissy face emoji
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And sleepy Soo!!!! !!!!!! !!! lazy kisses and Junmyeon going to make coffee and then BABY AND DAD ASLEEP TOGETHER ON THE COUCH. So adorable, domestic aus are ♥ and this was such a sweet read c:
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YES SLEEPY SOO I COULD CUDDLE HIM UP AND JUST!!
Thank you for reading C ;;;;;<3
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I thought the description of ksoo coming in from the outside plus their kiss--all those touches and smells and such felt very realistic and smooth.
This was just so short and sweet and lovely and uGH families working together to be an imperfectly perfect unit, what a wonderful thing. Thank you for writing this. <3
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TINY WIGGLY SEHUN IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS
<3<3 thank you for reading maddie ;;;;;;<3