For my older sister: the only person who puts up with my 100+ otp ideas every day and helped me with brainstorming for most of my stories. 姐, THE BABY AU HAS FINALLY COME INTO EXISTENCE AFTER A YEAR OF PROCRASTINATION, BE PROUD OF ME

Also to all my fellow vmin (as well as namjin & yoonseok) trash out there, I hope this story makes you laugh. Please laugh.

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"Ji-appa like Santa Claus?"

A small tug on his pant leg prompted Jimin to look down. His three-year-old son, Jeongguk stared up at him with wide eyes, the fabric of Jimin's jeans fisted in his tiny hand. His other clutched his favourite stuffed toy –a battered looking rabbit he had named BunBun– to his chest as he sucked idly on one of its floppy ears like a pacifier.

Affection bloomed inside Jimin's chest, his hand moving instinctively to tousle Jeongguk's silky locks. "Of course I do!"

"Why?" asked Jeongguk innocently.

Jimin didn't answer straight away, taking his time while he dunked marshmallows into twin mugs of hot chocolate. Through the misted kitchen window, a gentle flurry of snow fell outside; snowflakes twirled in the wind like graceful ballerinas.

"Because..." he began, pausing to hand Jeongguk his Ironman mug (joint birthday gift from Yoongi and Hoseok) of steaming cocoa. "Because Santa's fun, happy, round... and cute."

He poked Jeongguk's button nose, and a giggle gurgled from the toddler's throat. "Just like you." He cooed.

Presently, they sipped on their saccharine drinks with the white confetti swirling by the frosted glass.

"Ji-appa love Santa Claus..."

"A lot!"

"...more than Tae-appa?"

Jimin lowered the patterned mug from his lips at the twinge of doubt in Jeongguk's voice. It was disconcerting, seeing his small mouth twisted into a frown, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in what Jimin could only discern as troubled.

Jimin shook his head fiercely. "There's no one higher than Tae-appa on the list of people I love," he reassured Jeongguk, and he knew that he was really speaking from his heart. "I love your Tae-appa the most, more than anyone else."

"The most?" Jeongguk squeezed BunBun gently, and the fluffy bunny gave a small squeak that almost sounded like a question. Jimin stooped to plant a kiss on his son's forehead.

"The most."

Hearing this, Jeongguk's worried expression dissipated and was instantly replaced by relief. Jimin grinned, pleased by his own answer. He was feeling too gleeful to notice the confused look that crossed Jeongguk's face as he took a well-deserved sip of hot chocolate.

"Then why Ji-appa kiss Santa?"

What should have been a sip turned into a hurried gulp, Jimin startling so hard that the rest of his drink sloshed out of the mug in his hand. Violent coughs shook his body as the scalding liquid had left a burning sensation in his mouth, his throat feeling raw and inflamed.

"W-What makes you say that, Gukkie?" he gasped out, eyes watering from the pain that gradually subsided and became a dull throb.

Jeongguk rested his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest proudly. "I'm a super spy!"

The toddler suddenly swerved to his left on one foot and did what Jimin assumed to be some sort of ninja pose. Normally Jimin would have died a little inside at Jeongguk's cuteness but something nagged at the back of his mind: An ominous feeling, like realizing you left the stove on 6 hours later. Or forgetting to bring in the clothes when it's been pouring outside.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Where were you hiding this time?"

"Kookie hide behind big, green plant!"

"You mean the one on the landing?"

Realization sunk like a heavy rock inside Jimin; heavy like the dread gripping his heart and soon he was neck deep in a flashback from the night before.

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i know this was really bad. like nowhere near my usual standard i am so sorry i promise when i finish this little one shot ill fix this really i suck at domestic fluff eek. though expect some mistletoe shenanigans next chapter ;)