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Love Will Always Win
(Yoonmin)
Pastel colors look back at Yoongi as he cradles his three month old daughter in his arms, sleep creeping into his still eyes.
Bursts of happy bubbles surface the tired water. Blinking keeps his eyes from falling asleep. So he does that, awaits until she falls as sleep again.
Yoongi’s neck cracks to the other side and looks up to the wedding gift he got from his mother, a white clock with two white birds each on the bottom and the top.
Four thirty in the morning.
It was his turn to fetch, YoonA, change her diapers or give her milk, and then put her back to sleep.
Same routine, same tiredness. The cycle has been going on for weeks, and although he should be tired from it, he’s far from that. Well obviously he’s tired. Sore. Sleepy. Lethargic. From his daughter? Not at all. Through his sleepiness, there’s actual joy beneath that feeling.
“She falls asleep so fast, doesn’t she?” Jimin, his husband, sweetly tells him, sneaking from behind him to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Jimin’s hair was disheveled, in box shorts, shirtless.
“Two minutes into my arms and she’s already fast asleep,” Yoongi, softly chuckles, giving her a kiss on the cheek and then lightly puts her down on the crib.
“Did she wake you too?” Jimin nods, running his fingers through his hair, a small yawn appearing on his face.
“You should of stayed in bed, love. I told you I would get up so you can get some sleep.” Yoongi grabs his waist and pulls him closer. Jimin wraps his arms around his neck. “I wanted to see her too. She’s too precious.”
“Everything we ever wanted,” Yoongi comments, a never ending smile plastered on his face.
Love always wins.
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A mess. The living room was a livid mess. Yoongi had forty five minutes before the social worker would come to check on how well YoonA was getting adjusted.
Jimin had left twenty minutes ago, of course late. Sometimes Jimin being a scrub nurse was a curse. Unexpected surgeries, unexpected absences that left Yoongi with mixed feelings.
It didn’t matter right now. His mind was completely focus on having the house squeaky clean. Yoongi is sure that a little mess won’t be a bad thing for the social worker, after all she’s here to check upon on YoonA and how well they’re all getting accustomed to being a family- but that’s still something to worry about because he wants to please the social worker He wants her to see that gay couples can take of kids just as good as the heterosexual couples that can bare children.
YoonA was asleep on her crib after waking up, a little earlier than Jimin was supposed to get up, and drinking a bottle of milk. Yoongi decided to use this period of her silence to clean the apartment as fast he can before she was wakes up again.
On the kitchen counter and sink were bottles and formula open as well as dirty dishes that they had ignored for a few days.
Certain days Jimin brings fast food instead of any one of them cooking. They both know how to cook so they would alternate whenever they each had an idea on what they wanted to cook. It’s a bit embarrassing to only been eating food that’s not cooked by them these past few days.
By the time he was done with the kitchen, Yoongi had a bag full of trash. Satisfaction overwhelms him, feeling less stress now that the thing that was worrying him has been taking care off.
Finally he can relax and take a quick shower, not before taking the baby monitor from YoonA’s room and placing it next to the bathroom tray of their perfumes and bottles of face wash.
YoonA scrunches her nose, but doesn’t move. Yoongi prays she stays still so he has time to do a quick shower.
All of his clothes are in the floor in a few seconds. He enters the shower and turns the water on, letting the cold massage his sore body. Heaviness finally arrives and he can feel himself falling asleep.
Letting a small groan, he opens his eyes and quickly does what he has to do.
When they both got the news that the agency had found a baby for them, they were out eating with their friends. They had been so excited that when Jimin told Yoongi the great news, he couldn’t keep the news to themselves and instantly told their friends.
Jimin had told him that in a way he felt that his confession could backfire their progression. Yoongi had reassured him that this wouldn’t happen. They can’t keep thinking the worst. Opportunity would knock on their door and demand their happiness. This was their happiness: finally a daughter to complete their family.
Yoongi clearly remembers the struggle it took for them to be accepted into the possibility of adoption. Adoption is a process that takes a long time to accomplish. There’s so many steps to take, so many back grounds to check.
When they had gotten married ten years ago, they were just freshly out of college and 21 years old. This was their future. It had been hard to get married, heck even being seen together was still a taboo. Times have changed, and he’s so glad that the lgtbq+ community has more opportunities and finally can go out and be as a proud as they can of their sexuality and gender.
Cries can be heard from the monitor as he steps out of the shower, a towel on his body and his hair dripping from his wet hair.
Without changing, he takes his clothes with him and the baby monitor, and quickly hogs to YoonA’s room.
“It’s okay, daddy’s here. Is your diaper full?” Yoongi picks his daughter up and examines her diaper. Just as he predicted her diaper was full of poop.
Gently he places her in the middle of the bed, on top of a towel. Yoongi glances at the white clock, half in a hurry and half perturbed. He will make in time to change and get ready for their meeting.
Once her diaper is changed YoonA becomes quiet, looking at her daddy with interest and wonder.
“Don’t cry again, okay. Daddy is trying to change so he can look presentable to the social worker,” Yoongi tells her as he changes to his favorite skinny black jeans, a white T-shirt with only one word, Freedom, and slips on his every day bobs.
Yoongi doesn’t bother with his hair, putting a black SnapBack backwards over his still damp hair. Nerves ignite as he opens the fridge and takes a huge chug of the almost empty cartoon of grape juice. He throws the cartoon once he’s done and picks up a banana. He’s about to take a bite when the door opens.
In one single swoosh he grabs the baby monitor and jogs back to front door. “Mrs. Bell, how lovely to see you?” His gummy teeth appear as he shakes her hand.
“Mr. Min, as always I’m glad to see you as well. How is like being a father?” She asks as she walks in and takes a sit in the kitchen.
“Tired nights, really early mornings, but I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Would you like water, coffee..?”
“Had my coffee before I came. Thanks. So I want to discuss some paper work with you.”
Yoongi nods taking a seat next to her, folding his hands on top of the table. She takes her folder from her rolling briefcase.
“Okay,” Mrs. Bell firmly says, flipping her hair and taking out a pen,” the parents want to be involved with your and Jimin’s daughter?”
“Yes. We know them. They’re the ones who suggest we adopted her daughter,” Yoongi slowly says, afraid he’s in trouble.
“Okay.” She jots his answer down very quickly. Then she looks up with a smile. “And you both will be fine with that?”
“Well, yes. YoonA is our daughter, no longer theirs. They want to see her whenever we allowed them too, but they clearly know that they’re not gonna partake in her life as to not confuse her.”
“I see. Well this makes it a little bit easier for me,” she eerily laughs.
Now with ease and calmness, he laughs along with her. As their conversation progress, it gets easier to talk to her and they even talk about kids, her having three children less than 11 years old.
Half an hour later she leaves, leaving him with some paperwork and a date of when she’s coming back to see him and Jimin so they can discuss their earlier conversation.
The day goes by and he alternates between feeding and cleaning YoonA and grading homework that his students had gave him a week ago.
Since the social worker was going to stop by and see how they were doing, Yoongi had to tell the principal that he couldn’t come to work today. Thanks to a substitute teacher he doesn’t have to worry too much about his students. All they had to do was practice the song their working on and they will be good.
Things turn for the worst for Yoongi. Staying at home all day turn his mood into a terrifying temper. Jimin swore to him he would be here by six o’clock.
To pass the time he cooked a meal for the both of them which he thought they would eat together. Turns out that Yoongi ate his cooked pasta with half burnt bread as he watched a movie from a channel on the tv.
By the time it was nine, he was already in his pajamas, holding YoonA who wouldn’t stop crying no matter how hard he try to give his daughter the bottle. She refused to take the bottle. With no choice, Yoongi did his very best to calm her down.
It wasn’t as if he was complaining, but he had been up all night taking care of their daughter so that Jimin could have a good night sleep and now it looked like he had to do the same thing all over again.
He might be just a music teacher while Jimin is out there saving lives, but he still had to show up every day to teach children the value of instruments and how they were the first objects to make sound and create music, not like now days.
“Please, YoonA tell me why you’re crying. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” Yoongi cries with her, trying to resonate with a three month old baby as if she’s gonna respond to a question she can’t even hear or comprehend.
Rocking her back forth on his arms, Yoongi slides in his sandals and walks in to the living room just as Jimin comes in through the door.
“I’m so sorry. There was an emergency surgery,” Jimin explains, dropping his keys and black small backpack on the table.
“You could of just told me,” Yoongi says tired, YoonA finally silent, her eyes fluttering close.
“I know. I know. It was just of no where. This guy had an accident and we had to help him with his heart because it was failing right as the surgeons were closing him up.”
“Is the patient okay?” Whenever Jimin told him about what kind of surgeries he was in, it always gave him goosebumps. Jimin was partaking in between life and death. Yoongi could never be the same if he had to endure that as a job.
“Yes,” Jimin says relieved.
“I’m glad. I made pasta. It’s still in the stove if you want some. YoonA finally felled asleep. She cried for an hour straight. I’m gonna sleep now. Night,” Yoongi tells Jimin, sadness overwhelming his body. Seeing Jimin after a day of not seeing him, made him sad.
As Yoongi said these words Jimin’s face felled, guilt apparent. “Yoongi.”
Yoongi ignores him, walking away, straight into YoonA’s room. He gives her a gentle kiss on her forehead and then leaves to his room where he sits on their bed, picks up the paperwork he still needed to finish.
“Yoongi, love, don’t do this. You know I had to work.” Jimin appears, taking his shoes off and his shirt as well.
“Do what? I understand. Now I’m tired. I’m just gonna finish the last papers I need to correct and then I’m going to sleep. I had a long day too, Jimin.”
“Who said you didn’t? Look, I won’t do unsurprised surgeries. I’ll stick with planned surgeries only,” Jimin says, plopping to his side and taking the papers away from Yoongi.
“I’m not telling you what to do in your job. I just need you to be here with us. Make time for us. We wanted this so bad and now that we have our daughter, you won’t make time for her?”
“That is not what I’m doing and you know that, Yoongi. Today was a surprised that’s all. I missed the craving of a long surgery, but it won’t happen again. I love our daughter and all I want to do is be with her. I’m so sorry,” Jimin apologizes, kissing his hand.
“I want an action, not a promise. Tomorrow I have to come back to work so you can probably take care of her in the morning and then you can do the night shift. I know that you have to tell your boss in advance.”
Jimin makes a face, twisting his lips. Yoongi is about to protest when Jimin cuts him off,” I’ll do it. I’ll call my bosses in the morning.”
“But you don’t want to do it!” Yoongi laughs, shaking his head and yanking his hand from Jimin. There was a part of him that thought he was the only one that wanted to raise a family.
“Don’t twist my words. I do want to be with her. It’s not easy to accustom myself to this new life,” Jimin defends himself, coming over to Yoongi who was now leaning on their window overlooking the streetlights and the cars passing by.
“Being a parent it’s not easy. Now more than ever you need to sacrifice your needs over her. YoonA matters the most out of anything in our lives. Once you realize that, I’ll know that you’re serious about our marriage.”
“I am serious. You’re not hearing me, Yoongi. You need to trust me. When I signed up for this, I really meant it. I didn’t do this because you wanted to. I did because I also wanted to have a family, but I’m scared that it might not come true. That they can take YoonA away from us,” Jimin confesses, a small gasp after.
Yoongi turns around, his face soften and understanding. “That won’t happen. This our reality, accept it, love. YoonA is our daughter, no one can take her away from us. We’re her parents now,” Yoongi tells him, bringing him to his embrace, and kissing his sweaty forehead.
Now Yoongi feels slightly embarrassing for assuming the worst out of his husband. Jimin has been afraid all along and he didn’t catch it because he was so excited to have YoonA. What a fool he had been.
Jimin cries in his shoulder. Yoongi tightly hugs him, soothing him and comforting him with his love and affection. “Come over here with me.”
Without saying another word, Yoongi leads Jimin to their daughter’s room. The door creaks as they enter the room.
Jimin faintly smiles, grabbing their daughter and holds her into his arms. Yoongi is beside Jimin, kissing YoonA on the cheek and then Jimin. “See. She’s with us. The social worker adores you. You know they’re working with us so we can finally have YoonA. After that nothing can harm us. Love wins.”
“Love does certainly win.” Jimin sniffs, a tear escaping his eye and dropping to YoonA’s little face. Jimin wipes YoonA’s cheek and then kisses her too.
And as the night fades, Jimin and Yoongi share their love, although a little fragile and hurt from the endless years of the public’s rage against queer people. Jimin and Yoongi finally know what it feels to have the freedom of having their own family and publicly be out, holding hands and just purely existing.
The world is not perfect yet, but with their daughter that progression is enough for them.
Above all, Love will always win.
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A/N:
Although you requested around April, finally here it is. I’m pretty sure most of the people that requested a one shot have probably forgotten that they requested one 😂
Anyways, although late, I will always deliver. ❤️
@SaraiGomez3 hope you like it love. A little political but I thought it made a fluffy sort of one shot.
-Laterz Kelsi.
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