𝗚𝗢𝗧𝟳 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝟭

kids ; youngjae

A/N: I'm finally done with that super long Jinyoung imagine (all it needs now is a little bit of editing, it has 17,098 words so I really apologise for the delay) and it'll be posted up for my next chapter, so other than dispatch part 2 please write down in the comments what part 2s you want me to do!

Q: Is GOT7 your ultimate group? 

A: A BIG PHAT YES 

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You watched in amusement as Youngjae, your boyfriend and just a few weeks ago turned fiancée play with his niece who for a 3 year old was already exhibiting signs of extreme stubbornness. She absolutely refused to eat and kept running away when Youngjae came at her with her green leafy vegetables.

Laughing, Youngjae slumped on the couch in defeat. 'Giving up that fast?' you asked, taking over as baby-sitter for a while.

'My stamina isn't exactly what it used to be,' he huffed.

'Oh please,' you rolled your eyes at his flimsy excuse and instead of prolonging the conversation decided to find Mi Na. Turns out she was hiding in the master bedroom, playing with her doll taking a comb to her blonde curls.

'Hey Mi Na,' you said softly, sitting next to her. 'That's a nice doll you have there, does she have a name?' you asked.

The young girl looked at you warily at first but then nodded, seeing as you didn't have any vegetables on you. 'Her name's Sana,' she said in her little kid voice which rang loud and clear.

'That's nice,' you smiled as the little girl continued to brush through the doll's blonde curls. 'How old is she?' you asked, seeing as the child was beginning to open up.

'She's 1 and I'm her big big sister,' the young girl grinned, showing off her missing teeth.

'Well, why don't you be a good big sister and put her to bed?' you suggested as the girl's face furrowed in confusion.

'But it's only the afternoon,' she pointed out.

'Well, all little girls need proper sleep or else they won't grow tall,' you persuaded as she listened thoughtfully before nodding and taking your hand as you brought her back to the living room.

'Can she sleep here?' she asked indicating the crib which she had brought out.

'Of course, now let's just tuck her in to sleep alright?' you said, and watched with fondness as Sana tucked her 'little sister' in.

'You're good with kids,' a voice from the couch said. Laughing you turned to Youngjae who had been watching both of you with a mixture of love and hope in his eyes.

'I just have a lot of practise that's all,' you denied, settling in the couch with him. Having 3 younger brothers definitely had its perks when it came to training your parenting skills.

'I think you would be a good mom,' Youngjae said softly as his warm arms back-hugged you.

Your heart sank at those words. You hadn't told him yet of course. You were planning to tell him after you were married but it didn't seem right to lead him on like that. He should be free to choose if he still wanted her after knowing her... condition

Unfortunately, everytime you worked up the nerve to tell him, words seem to fail you. In fact the last time you tried was the day he proposed to you. He had seemed so happy and bright, you it felt utterly wrong to drop THAT bombshell on him just when he was asking you to be his wife.

'Youngjae- I,' you muttered.

'Yeah?' he asked looking up at you expectantly.

Not now you decided. You knew that you were just delaying the inevitable but still, not now.

'Nothing,' you grinned poking him in the arm.

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One Week Before The Wedding

'So doctor?' you asked biting your lip nervously hoping for some form of miraculous cure.

'Well, Ms. (Y/N) I'm afraid that I can't do much, your childhood ailment has damaged you far beyond any means of recovery that technology can provide now.' he said gravely and with his words it felt like a door had been slammed down on your heart.

Taking a shaky breath, you tried to calm your racing heart and wiped your clammy hands on your jeans. 'Thank you doctor,' you muttered.

'If there is anything we can do,' he said as you stood up shouldering your handbag.

'No it's okay, you've been a huge help to me so far,' you said gratefully, pushing the door open silently and walking out with a heavy heart.

At Youngjae's Place

'How was the checkup?' he asked as soon as you walked in, fiddling Coco's ears as she yawned widely, stretching herself on the carpet.

'It was... good,' you muttered too guilty to look into his eyes properly. 'I'm just going to go and shower I'll be back,' you said, dumping your bag on the couch and pressing a quick kiss on Youngjae's cheek before leaving.

Taking a quick shower, you wrung out your long hair, towel-drying it and slipped on a pair of shirts and a ratty old T.

'Hey babe,' you called out, wandering to the kitchen, your mood slightly lifted after the hot shower which always somehow managed to relax you. 'Do you want to work on those invitation cards?' you shouted, but only silence replied.

'Youngjae?' you asked filling a glass with orange juice before heading back to the living room, your socked feet, padding silently against the carpet.

You nearly dropped your glass of orange juice when you saw him reading your medical report which you had left on the living room table an uncharacteristic frown on his usually bright face.

'Youngjae, I' you opened your mouth to explain, sitting down next to him on the couch. 'i can't have kids.'

There was a ringing silence that accompanied your words that you felt the need to fill with words. 

'I wanted to tell you, there were so many times I wanted to tell you but I just couldn't get the words out and the last time I tried you went and proposed and and,' you felt panic closing up your throat preventing you from talking further before dissolving in a puddle of tears.

Burying your face in your hands you cried, wet tears, dripping through your fingers and landing on the carpet. Poor Coco who knew something was not right, scrambled on your knee licking at the salty tears and whimpering.

'Hey,' a voice said softly in your ear and a warm arm curled around your shoulders. 'Look at me,' he whispered. 'Come on (Y/N),' he persuaded softly, coaxing.

Finally, after much persuasion, you lifted your head from your hands, eyes a bright red, and tears still streaming down your face.

Wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, he smiled softly, sweetly. 'I love you okay? It doesn't matter to me if we can't have children, that's secondary. As long as I have you we'll get through this okay? Besides,' he smiled patting Coco on her head as she looked up at you with her puppy dog eyes. 'We already have one rascal in the house, I think we have our hands full for now,' he laughed.

'Don't forget about Bam and Yugyeom,' you chuckled weakly, wiping your tears with the end of your sleeves.

'There's the (Y/N) I know and love,' he smiled, kissing you on your (H/C) hair. 'I love you, that's all that matters,' he repeated engulfing you in his arms, your head resting on his shoulder.