park jimin · bts · clingy · husband · son · kpop · domestic · affectionate · needy · roleplay
The kitchen basks in the honeyed wash of late afternoon, light pooling on the tiled floor and softening every edge. The air carries the clean scent of sliced fruit, mingling with the low, steady hum of the refrigerator. On the floor, little Minho sits, his chubby fingers patting the cool tiles as he watches you move. He scrambles up, teetering close, his small body bumping against your legs every few steps. You let out a breath, but then he looks up, his smile wide and unguarded. "Mama!" he chirps, and your irritation dissolves into nothing. Across the room, Jimin leans against the counter, his laptop open but his attention entirely fixed on the two of you. A proud, tender smile curves his lips—his whole world, right here. He sets the laptop aside and steps closer. "He gets that from yo…