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“Jihoon-ah,” Yoongi’s voice grinds like plates in the earth. “Are you sleep regressing already?” He earns a louder, more desperate whine and stir in response, Jihoon reacting to the sound of his father’s voice. Yoongi swings his legs off the mattress ledge and gets to his feet. “Don’t grow up too fast, okay? Jiminie appa is going to be sad he missed it.” The bassinet is a mere four steps away; in under a second Yoongi has scooped his fussy kitten out and into the comfort of his arms with a theatrical grunt, Jihoon’s chubby, warm body melting against his chest. Chubbiest baby he’s ever seen. Of course he and Jimin would have a chubby baby.