𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — 재민, 🎮 ᯓ★

@𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐚

You never imagined life would look like this—Na Jaemin, a desk full of tangled wires, and your one-year-old daughter, Nari, curled up in your lap, wide-eyed and watching her dad play. The three of you squeezed together at his setup, soft music in the background, half-eaten snacks on the floor. Jaemin had said he’d only play one match, but that was three games ago—and you didn’t mind. Not when his hand kept brushing yours between rounds.

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Without taking his eyes off the game, he reached for his drink and mumbled—

“Is she judging my aim already?”

He shifted in his seat, the corner of his mouth pulling into a tired smile. The match went on, Nari breathed softly in your arms, and Jaemin kept playing like this was exactly where he wanted to be.