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samstrident ♥
simon/jeesu
pg, 1.5k words
au. domestic marrieds (and you are welcome to make this dorky dads as well)
samstrident ♥simon/jeesu
pg, 1.5k words
au. domestic marrieds (and you are welcome to make this dorky dads as well)
It's not easy opening a door with a toddler in your arms, but Simon likes to think he's starting to get pretty good at it. Kanta leans his head against his, gripping Simon's shirt front with chubby fingers.
His weight is heavy and solid against Simon's hip as they make their way into the apartment. Simon takes a second to toe off his shoe. One gives him trouble, and when he bends to look at it, Kanta lets out a little squeak of alarm. “Hey,” Simon says softly, letting Kanta's overnight bag drop to the floor so he could hold him more closely. “I've got you.”
He finds Jisu in the kitchen, frowning over paperwork at the table. “I brought you home a friend,” Simon says, and Jisu's eyes light up when he sees them. “I thought you'd like someone you could talk to. Someone on your level.”
Jisu's chair scrapes loudly across tile as he stands, and the smile he directs at them both is enormous, pushing his eyes up into crescents. “It's my best pal, Kanta!” He holds out his hands as he lopes over to them, making weird gestures, and even as tired as Kanta is, he still giggles and reaches out for him. “I always knew you liked your uncle Jisu best.” His eyes flick up to Simon for a second as he gently lifts Kanta away. “Babysitting duty?”
Kanta fits well in Jisu's wiry arms, eyes sleepy as he pulls at Jisu's hair. Always indulgent, Jisu lets him, lets him curl little fingers around his nose and tug at his earrings while Jisu makes faces. “They said they could use a night off, so I said we'd take him for the weekend.” Simon brushes a thumb across Kanta's soft, round cheek and watches him yawn. “You don't mind, do you? You're always saying you like having him around.”
He must've sounded a bit worried, because Jisu rolls his eyes and leans towards Kanta. “Do me a favour and hit your uncle Simon for me,” he murmurs. “He's being dumb.”
Jisu doesn't even have the good grace to look ashamed when Simon shoots him a look for encouraging violence. He does, however, curl his free hand around Simon's elbow and stretch to kiss him. Simon can't tell if it's a greeting or an apology but he supposes it doesn't really matter.
As Simon pulls out a chair and sits down heavily, he smiles at the sight of them. Kanta's head nods forward with his exhaustion, it's been a long day for him, but he's still all smiles for Jisu and his squeaky voice and funny faces. Jisu has always been playful and funny, and Simon loves him for it, for the way that he's never lost that silliness even as time went on and they grew into 'responsible' adults. Still, Simon likes the softness he sees in Jisu when Kanta's in his arms. It's like he doesn't see anyone else. It's sweet.
Simon loosens his tie and Kanta tugs on Jisu's collar, looking down at Simon. “Wanna go to bed,” Kanta tells them, quite determined.
“Already?” Jisu pouts shamelessly, gently prodding Kanta in the belly and making him squirm. “You only just got here!”
“Little man knows what he wants,” Simon says, and he laughs as Kanta wraps his little hands around Jisu's big one and pulls. “Come on. We've got him all weekend.”
They've had Kanta to stay over often enough that it's routine, getting him into bed. Simon holds Kanta up in front of the mirror when he brushes his teeth, and Jisu tells Kanta gravely that when he stays with his uncles, he's only allowed to wear the Batman pajamas.
Simon's favourite part is always when they've finally bundled a sleepy Kanta into bed. Jisu settles himself on the bed next to Kanta and lets him hold onto his hand. From the doorway, Simon listens as Jisu sings softly, stroking his free hand through Kanta's hair until he drifts off, his grip on Jisu's hand loosening.
They head to bed not long after. You learn to prepare for a toddler's sunrise wake-up call. “You're a marshmallow,” Simon tells Jisu as he strips off his suit. It feels so nice to finally be out of those clothes.
“I am not,” Jisu frowns at him. He hikes his boxers up on his hips. “I am a strong and masculine man.”
Simon smiles, and it sweetens the expression in Jisu's eyes. “No,” he says, carefully folding his suit pants and throwing them over the back of the chair. “You're a marshmallow in the shape of a man.” His socks are the last to go, tossed one by one into the laundry basket.
With a quiet growl, Jisu tackles Simon back onto the bed. They're roughly the same size, but Simon is broader, more muscular. He doesn't even pretend to put up a fight, he'd much rather let Jisu pin him to the bed like this. “A nicely shaped man,” Simon amends, and Jisu laughs, punching him in the chest. “Great face.” The smile on Jisu's face is too tempting, and Simon kisses him for it, splaying his hand across Jisu's hip to keep his weight settled just where it is.
They're still on top of the covers so finally, reluctantly, Simon nudges Jisu away. “What would your sister say if we kept him?” Jisu asks softly as he climbs under the covers. He's teasing, but there's still something wistful about his expression.
Simon lets Jisu fold his long arms around him, the warmth of his chest pressing up against Simon's back. “I think that's called kidnapping,” he points out, and he can feel it when Jisu laughs. “Maybe we can get one of our own someday.”
Jisu presses his lips to Simon's shoulder and hums. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Someday.” They both know it's complicated, and it wouldn't be an easy process. Still, when Simon sees how Jisu is with Kanta, he knows it'd be worth it.
As they settle down to sleep, Simon tugging the sheet over them, he comes to a decision. A puppy, he thinks. Maybe one with spots. Baby steps.
His weight is heavy and solid against Simon's hip as they make their way into the apartment. Simon takes a second to toe off his shoe. One gives him trouble, and when he bends to look at it, Kanta lets out a little squeak of alarm. “Hey,” Simon says softly, letting Kanta's overnight bag drop to the floor so he could hold him more closely. “I've got you.”
He finds Jisu in the kitchen, frowning over paperwork at the table. “I brought you home a friend,” Simon says, and Jisu's eyes light up when he sees them. “I thought you'd like someone you could talk to. Someone on your level.”
Jisu's chair scrapes loudly across tile as he stands, and the smile he directs at them both is enormous, pushing his eyes up into crescents. “It's my best pal, Kanta!” He holds out his hands as he lopes over to them, making weird gestures, and even as tired as Kanta is, he still giggles and reaches out for him. “I always knew you liked your uncle Jisu best.” His eyes flick up to Simon for a second as he gently lifts Kanta away. “Babysitting duty?”
Kanta fits well in Jisu's wiry arms, eyes sleepy as he pulls at Jisu's hair. Always indulgent, Jisu lets him, lets him curl little fingers around his nose and tug at his earrings while Jisu makes faces. “They said they could use a night off, so I said we'd take him for the weekend.” Simon brushes a thumb across Kanta's soft, round cheek and watches him yawn. “You don't mind, do you? You're always saying you like having him around.”
He must've sounded a bit worried, because Jisu rolls his eyes and leans towards Kanta. “Do me a favour and hit your uncle Simon for me,” he murmurs. “He's being dumb.”
Jisu doesn't even have the good grace to look ashamed when Simon shoots him a look for encouraging violence. He does, however, curl his free hand around Simon's elbow and stretch to kiss him. Simon can't tell if it's a greeting or an apology but he supposes it doesn't really matter.
As Simon pulls out a chair and sits down heavily, he smiles at the sight of them. Kanta's head nods forward with his exhaustion, it's been a long day for him, but he's still all smiles for Jisu and his squeaky voice and funny faces. Jisu has always been playful and funny, and Simon loves him for it, for the way that he's never lost that silliness even as time went on and they grew into 'responsible' adults. Still, Simon likes the softness he sees in Jisu when Kanta's in his arms. It's like he doesn't see anyone else. It's sweet.
Simon loosens his tie and Kanta tugs on Jisu's collar, looking down at Simon. “Wanna go to bed,” Kanta tells them, quite determined.
“Already?” Jisu pouts shamelessly, gently prodding Kanta in the belly and making him squirm. “You only just got here!”
“Little man knows what he wants,” Simon says, and he laughs as Kanta wraps his little hands around Jisu's big one and pulls. “Come on. We've got him all weekend.”
They've had Kanta to stay over often enough that it's routine, getting him into bed. Simon holds Kanta up in front of the mirror when he brushes his teeth, and Jisu tells Kanta gravely that when he stays with his uncles, he's only allowed to wear the Batman pajamas.
Simon's favourite part is always when they've finally bundled a sleepy Kanta into bed. Jisu settles himself on the bed next to Kanta and lets him hold onto his hand. From the doorway, Simon listens as Jisu sings softly, stroking his free hand through Kanta's hair until he drifts off, his grip on Jisu's hand loosening.
They head to bed not long after. You learn to prepare for a toddler's sunrise wake-up call. “You're a marshmallow,” Simon tells Jisu as he strips off his suit. It feels so nice to finally be out of those clothes.
“I am not,” Jisu frowns at him. He hikes his boxers up on his hips. “I am a strong and masculine man.”
Simon smiles, and it sweetens the expression in Jisu's eyes. “No,” he says, carefully folding his suit pants and throwing them over the back of the chair. “You're a marshmallow in the shape of a man.” His socks are the last to go, tossed one by one into the laundry basket.
With a quiet growl, Jisu tackles Simon back onto the bed. They're roughly the same size, but Simon is broader, more muscular. He doesn't even pretend to put up a fight, he'd much rather let Jisu pin him to the bed like this. “A nicely shaped man,” Simon amends, and Jisu laughs, punching him in the chest. “Great face.” The smile on Jisu's face is too tempting, and Simon kisses him for it, splaying his hand across Jisu's hip to keep his weight settled just where it is.
They're still on top of the covers so finally, reluctantly, Simon nudges Jisu away. “What would your sister say if we kept him?” Jisu asks softly as he climbs under the covers. He's teasing, but there's still something wistful about his expression.
Simon lets Jisu fold his long arms around him, the warmth of his chest pressing up against Simon's back. “I think that's called kidnapping,” he points out, and he can feel it when Jisu laughs. “Maybe we can get one of our own someday.”
Jisu presses his lips to Simon's shoulder and hums. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Someday.” They both know it's complicated, and it wouldn't be an easy process. Still, when Simon sees how Jisu is with Kanta, he knows it'd be worth it.
As they settle down to sleep, Simon tugging the sheet over them, he comes to a decision. A puppy, he thinks. Maybe one with spots. Baby steps.