Kickflip has been crazy in my Spotify, Youtube and TikTok. Thinks its the most played in April so I wish someone wrote something, I'll go first
Kyehoon
An absolute menace. he would tease everything you do, like trying to control your face when he kissed you, he would point at your smile and coo at you like "Aww my baby loves my kisses?" and would then squeeze the life out of you and your cheeks.
HE LOVES YOUR CHEEKS. no matter if you have chubby ones he loves it cause he thinks you're cute like that. He doesn't really mind if you do the same to him as long as he can do it to you.
But he is the type to be like, no one can tease her except me. So let's say you get prank by the members, he will definitely use his leader card and scold the members before comforting you and give you endless cuddles that definitely will have some teasing at the end.
Just smack him and he'll stop in the end.
Donghwa:
He gives me Shotaro vibes... I saw from his profile he likes fashion so maybe he would often bring you to clothing stores that has like those 80s rock theme and would find you adorable and hot in those biker jackets. Absolutely believes you can pull any kind of look and would be so upset when you pay for your own clothes.
But his voice is so UNDERRATED (like he can sing so fucking good + hes the main dancer! I admire those idols hehe) so imagine this:
Donghwa invites you the practice room and teaches you a dance, but when you get tired he'll let you rest before going back to his practice. When he finishes he goes to you and hugs you close before singing you softly to sleep.
Juwang:
i LOVE him. His belt voice is IMPRESSIVE. god I wish Im as good as him.. I cannot stop listening to his voice in secret nightmare, twenty, eye poppin, my first love, warriors and bandaid. OMG BANDAID THATS LIKE THE BEST PERFORMANCE EVER, EVERY SINGLE PERSON SHINE THERE BRO.
Anyway,
From what I've seen is Juwang isn't too affectionate with the members so I think he's the type to be very awkward at the very first few months of the relationship. He's not sure if he should hug you, hold you, kiss you. It's new for him. But once he gets the hang of it, I do think he'll have no end.
You could be just visiting him in practice and then he would refuse to practice just cause he wants to cuddle you and never the members.
I could see him to just pull you away from the members, pretty much away from chaos. He can handle them, but he doesn't want you to handle them not because he's embarrassed but he'd rather have you safe.
So when you visit him in his dorm, he would immediately bring you to his room. Of course if you want to say hi to the members then you may, but only hi then brings you to his bed, locking the door cause he doesn't want to be disturb during his Y/n time.
Minje
He gives such loser energy im sorry 😭. His voice and visual may look intimidating like a wolf, but hes definitely a pet house dog. If thinks get too much for him he would immediately hug behind you, his face will be hidden in between your neck and shoulder so he can inhale your perfume. sort of like a grounding technique.
Oh talking about his voice now. MORNING VOICE. GOD.
I bet when he wakes up he would peck your cheek and say a deep "good morning" and giggle when you hid yourself under the sheet. He's confident with his low voice and you loving it just boost his ego.
Keiju
First of all, give this kid more diverse lines. His voice is unique but he keeps singing the same damn lines. Thats all.
Call him cute and he'll either be 2 versions, depending on the day, an adorable cat who will curl into you and tells you to pat his head as he peppers you kisses. Or a whining monster who sulks, begging you to stop calling him cute, still with kisses though
I dont know though, Im still exploring what Keiju is like but he's the type to not stop talking about you. Every conversation and objects remind him of you, so every time you visit him he would have a gift awaiting for you. Clothes, Keychain, anything.
Donghyeon
Poor baby is always bullied, so he feels like you are his safe space who sees him as someone you can lean to. He loves to help you, so like you can't reach somewhere, he'll grab it for you and still hold above you for a kiss as a reward. You can't do a homework? He'll try his best to understand, if he can't he'll just support you behind your desk with snacks.
Oh but Donghyeon with a gf? Definitely get teased by the older members 100% especially Kyehoon. He would jokingly suggest you to never visit the practice room again to not get involve by their chaos. But when you actually do he'll get so sad(?), Im not sure the English word for it but in Indonesian its ngambek, He wouldn't accept any call or text from you until you actually came to practice.
It started as something small. Something you didn’t even tell him about.
Late nights, when everything was calm you’d sit with your phone, earphones in, repeating words under your breath. “妈妈… 妈妈…” Then again. Slower. More careful.
You weren’t fluent. Not even close. But you wanted to try. For Hanjin, for his family, and for the part of him that spoke in a language you didn’t fully understand yet.
That evening, Hanjin was on a call. His voice softer than usual, more relaxed, it reminds you of home. You weren’t trying to listen. You really weren’t. But you were nearby and certain words stood out. Words you recognized.
“她很好…” (She’s very good…) You paused.
“我很喜欢她…” (I really like her…)Your chest tightened slightly. You stayed still. Not moving nor interrupting. His tone softened even more. Certain.
“我想跟她结婚…” (I want to marry her…) Your breath hitched.
“也想有孩子…” (I want to have kids…) You blinked. Heart racing now.
“…三个也可以。” (Even three is okay.) You covered your mouth slightly. Trying not to make a sound. Who knew that Hanjin is ready to have a family with you?
A few minutes later, the call ended. Hanjin stepped into the living room, stretching slightly. Relaxed and unaware. He saw you. “…Hi.” A small smile. “Were you waiting?”
You didn’t answer right away. Just looked at him. Something different in your eyes. He tilted his head slightly. “What?”
You took a small step closer. Your heart was beating way too fast for this. But still you tried.
“…你觉得你可以照顾三个男孩子吗？”
(You think you can handle three boys?)
Hanjin froze. Silence. His eyes widened slowly. “…你…” He stared at you like he forgot how to speak. “…You understood that?”
You smiled shyly. “A little.”
His ears turned red almost instantly. “You weren’t supposed to—”
“I wasn’t trying to listen!” you defended quickly. “I just… recognized some words.”
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered now. “…You heard everything?”
You smirk as his ears turn red.. “…Including the three kids part.”
He covered his face for a second. “…That’s embarrassing."
You stepped closer. Gently pulling his hand down. “It’s not.” He looked at you again. Still flustered a bit.
“You really meant it right?” you asked softly.
He didn’t hesitate this time. “…Yeah.” “I like you that much,” he said, voice calmer now. “Enough to imagine all of that.”
Your expression softened. Then you tilted your head slightly. “So…”
A small smile. “…3's a lot, let's get started.” you pulled him excitedly as he let out a quiet laugh, holding back, shy at the thought.
"Hold on Baobei." He stepped closer, gently pulling you into his arms. “Keep talking in mandarin and I'm more than confident to handle anything, but... I'm not sure if you can handle me though.” You laughed in flustered against his chest. And somewhere between your broken Mandarin and his quiet honesty something else settled to you and him.
A future that, somehow, you both had already started imagining.
The practice room was lively. Music playing softly in the background, members scattered around doing their own thing. In one corner, Youngjae sat cross-legged on the floor with little Nari in front of him.
She was stacking blocks very seriously. Tongue slightly out. Focused. Youngjae watched her like she was doing something groundbreaking “…That’s a really tall tower,” he said in awe. Nari beamed.
Across the room, Kyungmin found a random toy. A button. A suspicious button. "Look Nari! its a button" he gestured Nari to press.
She pressed it. BEEP!
A loud, sudden sound filled the room. Nari froze. Completely still. Eyes wide. “…!”
She didn’t cry, but she Immediately turned and climbed onto Youngjae like a baby koala. Youngjae blinked, then laughed softly as she clung to him. “Hey, hey—what was that?”
He wrapped one arm around her automatically. “It’s okay, it’s just noise.”
Nari buried her face into his shoulder anyway. Very dramatic for someone who didn’t cry.
Kyungmin froze. “…Oh.”
Jihoon snorted from the side. “You scared her.”
“I didn’t mean to!” Kyungmin crouched down slowly, like approaching a very cautious animal. “Nari…?”
Nari peeked, one eye open, from Youngjae’s shoulder, saw Kyungmin and immediately hid again.
The room BURST into laughter.
“AHH NARI! IM SORRY!" He bowed down, his head stuck to the floor. "Hyung, she doesn’t like me anymore,” Kyungmin whispered dramatically.
Youngjae laughed, gently patting Nari’s back as he leaned his head slightly toward her. “Look, it’s Kyungmin hyung.”
Nari peeked again. Still suspicious.
Youngjae smiled softly. “He’s not scary.”
Kyungmin nodded aggressively. “I’m not scary.”
Kyungmin slowly held out a random bunny toy he found near. “Peace offering?”
Nari stared at it, then at him, reaching for it. Kyungmin gasped. “She accepted!”
Nari slid off Youngjae’s lap again, now holding the toy Kyungmin gave her. But she stayed very close to Youngjae, leaning against his leg. Just in case.
Youngjae smiled, resting his hand gently on her head as he gives a peck on it. “Brave girl.”
Nari nodded proudly. Even though she definitely just hid 10 seconds ago. He gently tapped her nose. “Not scared anymore?”
She shook her head quickly. Then paused. Looked over at Kyungmin across the room. Then scooted just a tiny bit closer to Youngjae.
Youngjae let out a soft laugh. “Ah… just in case?”
She nodded again and pouts.
Youngjae looked around, then back at her. “Okay,” he said quietly, leaning closer like he was sharing a secret. “Let’s do something fun.”
Nari’s eyes lit up immediately. He tapped the floor lightly. “Can you copy me?” She nodded eagerly.
He tapped twice. Tap tap.
Nari copied. Tap… tap.
A little slower. But proud. “Good,” he smiled.
Then he added a small clap. Tap tap—clap. Nari blinked. Focused. Then Tap… tap—clap!
Youngjae’s face lit up like she just performed on stage as Nari giggled.
At some point, Nari wasn’t looking at Kyungmin anymore. Wasn’t thinking about the sudden noise. She was laughing and clapping. Trying to copy her dad’s tiny movements. And when she got it right she would immediately looked up at him. Like she needed confirmation. Youngjae nodded every time. “You did it.”
And every time her smile got a little bigger.
Eventually, she slowed down. Energy dipping. She leaned forward slightly, resting her head against his chest this time. Youngjae paused. Then instinctively wrapped one arm around her. “Done?”
A small nod. He adjusted slightly so she was more comfortable, his hand gently rubbing her back in slow circles. No rush. No pressure.
Kyungmin sighed in relief. “Your so amazing to get her back to energize then make her feel sleepy, I thought I lost her forever.”
Youngjae smirked slightly. “…You’re on thin ice.”
“HYUNG—”
Nari giggled softly before knocking out on his shoulder. Youngjae couldn't help but pat her back in a soothing pattern.
And just like that—Everything went back to normal.
Well almost.
Because every day Kyungmin moved suddenly after that she’d glance at him like: I’m watching you.
No morning rush. No gentle reminders from you. No soft footsteps moving around the kitchen. Just sunlight slipping through the curtains and the faint sound of cartoons playing in the background.
Dohoon stood in the doorway of the bedroom, peeking inside. You were still asleep and finally resting.
He smiled softly to himself. “…Good.”
Behind him, a small hand tugged his shirt. He squealed.
He looked down. His son’s hair was messy, still half sleepy, holding onto a small toy.
Dohoon crouched slightly.
“Today,” he whispered conspiratorially, “we let mama rest.”
Eunwoo blinked.
It started innocently. Or at least, Dohoon told himself that.
They were supposed to just “go out for a walk.” But somehow they ended up in a small café.
Eunwoo sat across from him, eyes wide as a slice of cake was placed in front of them.
He cheered excitedly.
“Shh,” Dohoon said quickly, glancing around like they were committing a crime. “This is a secret.”
Eunwoo leaned in, “eh?” He made a sound confused.
Dohoon nodded seriously. “We don’t tell mama.”
Eunwoo gasped softly, then nodded just as seriously.
A few minutes later, frosting was on Eunwoo’s cheek, on Dohoon’s sleeve and somehow on the table.
Dohoon stared at the mess. “…We’re definitely getting caught.”
Eunwoo giggled.
After “cleaning up” (not very successfully), they headed to the park. Eunwoo ran ahead, small legs moving as fast as they could. He squealed again, pointing.
“I’m looking,” Dohoon replied, hands in his pockets, following behind.
Eunwoo climbed up the small playground steps, then turned around proudly.
Dohoon clapped lightly. “Wow!”
Eunwoo beamed.
Later, they sat on a bench. Eunwoo leaned against him, a little tired now. Dohoon adjusted his jacket around him. “Are you cold?”
A small nod.
Dohoon pulled him closer instinctively. “…Much better.”
On the way home they passed a small music store. Eunwoo slowed down, staring through the glass. Inside, music was playing softly. Someone testing speakers. A rhythm. A beat.
Dohoon noticed. “…You want to go in?”
Eunwoo hesitated, then nodded slowly.
Inside, Eunwoo stayed close. Quiet. Holding onto Dohoon’s hand. Dohoon crouched down beside him. “It’s okay,” he said softly “Just look.”
Eunwoo nodded, eyes wandering around.
Then the music changed. A slightly louder beat. Something with a rhythm that made it hard to stand still. Dohoon smiled. “…You like that?”
Eunwoo looked up at him. Dohoon stood up slightly and tapped his foot. “Like this.”
Then a small step. Nothing big. Nothing flashy. Just movement. “Go on try.”
Eunwoo shook his head immediately.
Dohoon laughed quietly. “Okay, okay.”
He kept moving a little, light and playful.
After a moment Eunwoo’s foot tapped once. Then stopped.
Dohoon pretended not to notice.
Then again. A little more.
This time Eunwoo swayed slightly. Shy. Unsure. But a smile soon form in his face.
Dohoon’s smile softened. “There you go.”
Quiet encouragement. No pressure.
Eunwoo looked at him. Then gook a small step. Almost like a tiny dance.
Dohoon clapped once. “See? You can do it.”
Eunwoo laughed shyly, hiding behind his sleeve.
By the time they got back, Eunwoo was half-asleep in Dohoon’s arms. Head resting against his shoulder. Sticky fingers cleaned (mostly). Energy gone. Dohoon adjusted his hold carefully as he unlocked the door.
Inside was still quiet and peaceful. You were still asleep. “Must’ve been a very tiring day before hm?” He mumbled to himself.
Dohoon set Eunwoo down gently on the couch, covering him with a blanket.
For a moment, he just stood there. Looking at him, messy hair, slight frosting stain he somehow missed and a tiny hand still curled slightly like he was holding onto something.
Dohoon exhaled softly. “…We had fun, didn’t we?”
Eunwoo didn’t answer. Already asleep.
Dohoon smiled. Then glanced toward the bedroom. Where you were resting.
“…We’ll keep this,” he wiped a clean cloth on his tiny hand, “a secret,” he murmured.
Even though—
He knew the evidence (the frosting, the energy crash, the happiness)
The morning sun was soft and golden as you and Shinyu walked hand in hand, your little boy bouncing between you, his tiny backpack strapped proudly to his shoulders.
“Appa, Umma, look!” he squealed, pointing at the painted fence of his kindergarten. “That’s my school!”
Shinyu chuckled, ruffling his son’s hair. “We know, champ. Are you excited?”
The boy nodded furiously. “Yes! Today I’ll show Teacher how fast I can draw dinosaurs!”
You smiled, crouching down to adjust the straps of his backpack. “Remember, play nice with your friends. And don’t forget your lunch, okay?”
“Okay, Umma!” He gave you a toothy grin before reaching up for Shinyu’s hand.
When they arrived at the classroom, the boy ran inside without hesitation, immediately joining a group of kids stacking blocks. He turned back only once, waving dramatically. “Bye, Appa! Bye, Umma! Don’t miss me too much!”
Shinyu laughed, pretending to wipe a tear. “He’s growing up too fast.”
You linked your arm through his as you stepped outside. “Which means… we have a few hours to ourselves.”
He raised a brow, a playful glint in his eyes. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Mm,” you hummed, tugging him closer. “A date. Just us. It’s been a while.”
Shinyu didn’t need to be told twice. He led you toward his car, excitement replacing the morning’s routine calm.
Instead of something fancy, the two of you chose a cozy café tucked away on a quiet street. With warm mugs of coffee and pastries between you, it almost felt like being young again, before marriage and responsibilities.
Shinyu leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on you rather than his drink. “You know… I still get butterflies sitting across from you like this. Even after everything.”
You chuckled, stirring your latte. “Butterflies? From me?”
He leaned forward, voice dropping tenderly. “Always you.”
The date continued with laughter, soft conversation, and even a little window shopping nearby. Shinyu insisted on buying you a small trinket—a delicate keychain shaped like a star.
“So you’ll think of me whenever you see it,” he said, slipping it into your palm.
When it was finally time to pick your son up, you returned to the kindergarten together, fingers entwined. The moment he spotted you, he came barreling forward, arms wide.
“Umma! Appa! I made a drawing for you!”
As he proudly showed off his colorful scribbles of three stick figures holding hands, you exchanged a glance with Shinyu. No expensive date, no spotlight, could compare to this simple happiness—coffee, laughter, and the family you built together.
By the time you all arrived home, your little boy was already dozing in the car seat, his tiny head lolling to the side. Shinyu carried him inside with practiced ease, cradling him close as you unlocked the door.
The house was quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the space. After tucking your son into bed, Shinyu lingered for a moment, brushing the boy’s hair back and planting a kiss on his forehead. Then he joined you in the living room, where you sat on the couch with a glass of water, waiting.
He lowered himself beside you, shoulders slumping with fatigue, but his eyes were gentle when they met yours.
“You looked happy today,” you said softly, leaning into his side.
“I was,” he admitted, wrapping an arm around you. “Spending time with you… with him, it’s special.”
You smiled faintly, resting your head against his chest. “We needed that. It’s been a while since it was just us.”
For a few moments, silence settled between you, warm and comfortable. Then Shinyu shifted, his tone turning more serious.
“There’s something I’ve been thinking about,” he began carefully. “The company confirmed our Japan tour dates today.”
You nodded slowly, already anticipating his long absences. “You’ll be gone for weeks, right?”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “And I hate the thought of leaving you and him behind for that long. He’s at that age where every day feels like he’s growing up so fast… I don’t want to miss it.”
Your fingers tightened around his hand, your chest softening at the rare vulnerability in his voice.
“So… what are you saying?” you asked gently.
He turned to face you fully, eyes earnest. “I want you both to come with me. To Japan. Even if it’s just for part of the tour. The schedule will be crazy, but knowing you two are close by… it’ll make everything easier. Less lonely.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “Shinyu, are you sure? Traveling with a child, staying abroad, managing everything while you’re rehearsing—”
“I’ve already thought about it,” he interrupted, squeezing your hand. “The company won’t oppose it as long as we’re careful. And the members… they already love him. It won’t be a problem.”
Your heart fluttered at his determination. For all his responsibilities as leader, he never let go of his role as a father and a husband.
“You really want us there?” you whispered.
His expression softened. “More than anything. You’re my strength. Both of you. When I step on stage, I want to know my family is right there, waiting for me.”
Tears pricked at your eyes, but you laughed lightly, brushing them away. “Then I guess we’ll start packing. Our son will be over the moon about riding a plane.”
Shinyu pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” he murmured. “For always being by my side… no matter where this path takes us.”
And as you sat there in his embrace, you realized that the tour wouldn’t just be his journey—it would be yours, too, together as a family.
The hospital lights were too bright. Too white. Everything felt like it was happening too fast.
And yet, for Youngjae, time had completely stopped. Because in his arms, was her. His Daughter. He stared down at his daughter like he didn’t quite believe she was real. “…Hi,” he whispered.
His voice was soft. Like even sound itself should be gentle around her. “Hi Nari, I’m… your dad.” The words felt unfamiliar. But right. So so right.
The hospital lights reflected softly against her tiny face. Her eyes barely open. Her breathing small and steady. And somehow that was the exact moment everything shifted. All at once.
Then her tiny hand moved. Her fingers wrapped around his.
Youngjae froze. His breath caught. “…Oh.”
It was such a small thing. So simple. But it felt like something inside him just… locked into place. Settling somewhere in his chest like it had always been there, just waiting.
She knows me.
The thought didn’t make logical sense. She had just been born. She didn’t understand anything yet. Didn’t know his name. Didn’t know his voice. Didn’t know the world.
But she still held onto him. Like he was something familiar. Like he was something safe.
Youngjae’s breath caught quietly in his throat. He didn’t move and didn’t dare to.
His eyes stayed on their hands. On how impossibly small hers looked wrapped around his. How easily she fit into his life, into him without any effort.
And something shifted. Soft, certain and irreversible.
This is mine to protect.
Like a quiet promise forming without words.
His thumb moved slightly, nrushing gently against her tiny fingers. And when she held on just a little tighter, even if it was just reflex, Youngjae felt his chest ache. Not in pain. But in realization.
She’s going to grow.
The thought came unexpectedly.
One day, She wouldn’t be this small. Wouldn’t need to hold onto his finger like this. Wouldn’t look at the world with eyes that didn’t understand it yet.
Youngjae let out the softest breath.
He didn’t say anything. He understood something completely. He would never let go. Even when she did Like a promise he didn’t know he was making.
He swallowed softly. Eyes still fixed on her. “That’s it, isn’t it…” he murmured.
Almost like he was talking to himself. “…I’m done.”
You looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
He let out a quiet, breathy laugh. “I’m never letting go.”
His thumb gently brushed over her tiny fingers still holding onto him “So this is it…” His voice softened even more. “This is the day you changed my life.”
He didn’t even realize he was doing it. But his mind had already jumped forward. Far, far ahead.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he whispered.
“Until you can walk on your own…”
His smile grew a little, softer. “…and even after that.”
You watched him quietly. Because this wasn’t just a moment. This was him becoming a dad. He looked at her again. Really looked. As if trying to memorize every tiny detail. “One day…” He hesitated.
Then continued anyway. “You’re going to grow up.”
His voice wavered just slightly. “Everyone’s going to see how beautiful you are.”
He let out a small breath. “They’ll see a woman.”
He shook his head gently. A faint smile forming. “But I won’t.”
You raised an eyebrow. He glanced at you briefly, then back at her. “I’ll still see this.” He lifted his hand slightly- her tiny fingers still wrapped around his.
“My little girl.”
With five little fingers wrapped around his, he already knew. He would love her for the rest of his life.
The afternoon sunlight poured softly through the lace curtains, turning the small living room golden. A faint scent of baby powder mixed with the warm aroma of barley tea.
Hanjin sat on the floor with his twins in front of him — one in his lap, the other wobbling against a pillow. Their toys were scattered everywhere, but he didn’t care. He was holding a small picture book, half in Korean and half in Mandarin.
“Okay,” he said softly, turning the first page. “This one...” He pointed to the picture of a smiling woman holding a baby. “is Mom.”
Then he turned the book slightly so the other side was visible. “And in Chinese… 妈妈. Mama.”
His voice was patient, melodic — the kind of tone that could calm anyone. The twins babbled nonsense sounds, eyes wide, soaking it all in even if they didn’t understand yet.
Y/n leaned against the doorway, smiling softly. “They don’t know what you’re saying yet.”
He glanced up at her, a grin tugging at his lips. “Then they’ll learn. They’ll grow up hearing both.”
He looked back down at his children. “You’re half ___, half Chinese. You’ll have two languages, two cultures, two ways to say ‘I love you.’”
He pointed again, now at himself. “___, Dad”
And then, his tone softened, almost reverent. “爸爸. Baba.”
The twins blinked at him. His daughter reached out and smacked the page with her tiny palm.
“Dad,” Hanjin repeated, smiling. “Baba.”
And then — quietly, uncertainly — his son’s lips moved.
“...Baba.”
Everything in Hanjin froze. His heart stuttered before it burst with joy.
“Wait… wait, you said baba?” he whispered, voice trembling.
Y/n blinked, stepping closer. “Did he really just—”
“—say baba!” Hanjin finished, laughing through the tears already welling in his eyes. “He said baba first!”
He lifted the boy up, pressing him against his chest, eyes glistening. “My smart boy… you said it perfectly.”
Then he kissed the top of his daughter’s head, smiling through the emotion. “And you’ll say Baba, right?"
Y/n chuckled softly, brushing her hand through his hair. “You’re so emotional.”
He turned to her, still cradling their son. “Because… because I didn’t think I’d ever get to share both sides like this.”
He looked down again, eyes full of warmth and pride. “They’ll grow up knowing they belong in both worlds — that they never have to choose between them.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to his son’s cheek. “My little baba boy.”
The afternoon sunlight poured softly through the lace curtains, turning the small living room golden. A faint scent of baby powder mixed with the warm aroma of barley tea.
Hanjin sat on the floor with his twins in front of him — one in his lap, the other wobbling against a pillow. Their toys were scattered everywhere, but he didn’t care. He was holding a small picture book, half in Korean and half in Mandarin.
“Okay,” he said softly, turning the first page. “This one...” He pointed to the picture of a smiling woman holding a baby. “is Mom.”
Then he turned the book slightly so the other side was visible. “And in Chinese… 妈妈. Mama.”
His voice was patient, melodic — the kind of tone that could calm anyone. The twins babbled nonsense sounds, eyes wide, soaking it all in even if they didn’t understand yet.
Y/n leaned against the doorway, smiling softly. “They don’t know what you’re saying yet.”
He glanced up at her, a grin tugging at his lips. “Then they’ll learn. They’ll grow up hearing both.”
He looked back down at his children. “You’re half ___, half Chinese. You’ll have two languages, two cultures, two ways to say ‘I love you.’”
He pointed again, now at himself. “___, Dad”
And then, his tone softened, almost reverent. “爸爸. Baba.”
The twins blinked at him. His daughter reached out and smacked the page with her tiny palm.
“Dad,” Hanjin repeated, smiling. “Baba.”
And then — quietly, uncertainly — his son’s lips moved.
“...Baba.”
Everything in Hanjin froze. His heart stuttered before it burst with joy.
“Wait… wait, you said baba?” he whispered, voice trembling.
Y/n blinked, stepping closer. “Did he really just—”
“—say baba!” Hanjin finished, laughing through the tears already welling in his eyes. “He said baba first!”
He lifted the boy up, pressing him against his chest, eyes glistening. “My smart boy… you said it perfectly.”
Then he kissed the top of his daughter’s head, smiling through the emotion. “And you’ll say Baba, right?"
Y/n chuckled softly, brushing her hand through his hair. “You’re so emotional.”
He turned to her, still cradling their son. “Because… because I didn’t think I’d ever get to share both sides like this.”
He looked down again, eyes full of warmth and pride. “They’ll grow up knowing they belong in both worlds — that they never have to choose between them.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to his son’s cheek. “My little baba boy.”
The afternoon sunlight poured softly through the lace curtains, turning the small living room golden. A faint scent of baby powder mixed with the warm aroma of barley tea.
Hanjin sat on the floor with his twins in front of him — one in his lap, the other wobbling against a pillow. Their toys were scattered everywhere, but he didn’t care. He was holding a small picture book, half in Korean and half in Mandarin.
“Okay,” he said softly, turning the first page. “This one...” He pointed to the picture of a smiling woman holding a baby. “is Mom.”
Then he turned the book slightly so the other side was visible. “And in Chinese… 妈妈. Mama.”
His voice was patient, melodic — the kind of tone that could calm anyone. The twins babbled nonsense sounds, eyes wide, soaking it all in even if they didn’t understand yet.
Y/n leaned against the doorway, smiling softly. “They don’t know what you’re saying yet.”
He glanced up at her, a grin tugging at his lips. “Then they’ll learn. They’ll grow up hearing both.”
He looked back down at his children. “You’re half ___, half Chinese. You’ll have two languages, two cultures, two ways to say ‘I love you.’”
He pointed again, now at himself. “___, Dad”
And then, his tone softened, almost reverent. “爸爸. Baba.”
The twins blinked at him. His daughter reached out and smacked the page with her tiny palm.
“Dad,” Hanjin repeated, smiling. “Baba.”
And then — quietly, uncertainly — his son’s lips moved.
“...Baba.”
Everything in Hanjin froze. His heart stuttered before it burst with joy.
“Wait… wait, you said baba?” he whispered, voice trembling.
Y/n blinked, stepping closer. “Did he really just—”
“—say baba!” Hanjin finished, laughing through the tears already welling in his eyes. “He said baba first!”
He lifted the boy up, pressing him against his chest, eyes glistening. “My smart boy… you said it perfectly.”
Then he kissed the top of his daughter’s head, smiling through the emotion. “And you’ll say Baba, right?"
Y/n chuckled softly, brushing her hand through his hair. “You’re so emotional.”
He turned to her, still cradling their son. “Because… because I didn’t think I’d ever get to share both sides like this.”
He looked down again, eyes full of warmth and pride. “They’ll grow up knowing they belong in both worlds — that they never have to choose between them.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to his son’s cheek. “My little baba boy.” You stood beside him, your hand resting gently on his shoulder, watching the two of them with quiet fondness.
Sadly though a small sound broke through the calm, a soft whimper. His daughter.
She had gone quiet during the excitement, sitting by the pillow with the book still in front of her. Now her lower lip trembled. Her tiny hands clenched. And then—
“Ma…ma…”
It came out small. Uncertain. But clear enough.
You turned immediately. “Hey—hey,” you murmured, already crouching down. She let out a louder cry this time, reaching both arms toward you.
“Mama…!”
Hanjin froze again. But this time for a completely different reason. His eyes widened as he watched her cling to you the moment you picked her up.
You gathered her into your arms, gently bouncing her. “It’s okay… what happened?” She buried her face into your neck, still sniffling. One tiny hand gripping your shirt tightly. The other still clutching the edge of the book. Hanjin blinked, watching the scene unfold. “…She said mama.” His voice was quieter now. Almost in awe.
You smiled softly, kissing your daughter’s hair. “She did! did she?”
Your son, still in Hanjin’s arms, babbled happily.“Baba!” As if reminding everyone.
Hanjin let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “In one day?” he muttered. “That’s not fair.”
He leaned closer, gently brushing your daughter’s cheek.“You only call her?” he teased lightly.
She peeked at him—Then immediately hid her face back into your shoulder. “Mama…”
You laughed. “I think she got jealous when you got too excited.”
Hanjin gasped softly. "Aww im so sorry baby..."
He shifted closer, his knee touching yours as he sat beside you. Now the four of you were gathered together on the floor. Your daughter in your arms. Your son in his. The book forgotten between you. Hanjin looked at both of them, his expression softer than before. “Baba,” he said gently, tapping his son’s nose.
Then he looked at your daughter. “Mama.”
He repeated it slower this time. Like he was savoring it.
Your daughter’s crying slowly faded into soft sniffles. Your son, meanwhile, had started playing with Hanjin’s sleeve again, mumbling “baba” like it was his favorite new word.
The sunlight shifted slightly across the floor. Warmer. Softer. Hanjin looked at them one more time.
Then at you. A quiet smile. “…Mama and baba.”
He said it like it meant everything. And in that moment It did.
The live was relaxing, just Shinyu sitting in his room, tee slightly oversized, phone propped up in front of him, no members, no chaos. Just him and the comments from 42s flowing steadily. He smiled softly, reading. “‘Did you eat?’ …yeah, I did.”
A small pause. “‘You look tired today.’ Do I?” he chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m okay.”
It felt calm. Comforting. The kind of live where he just talks.
Then a small cry erupted. Shinyu froze mid-sentence. “…Wait.” He tilted his head slightly, listening.
There it was again.
A soft, upset whine. His expression softened immediately. He turned slightly away from the camera. “What happened?” His voice dropped into that gentle tone instantly.
Tiny footsteps came and then his son appeared at the edge of the frame. He quickly turned away the camera as he walked in. His son stop and looked at him, sniffling, babbling something unclear. “Mmm… ah… mm…”
Shinyu reached out without hesitation, pulling him gently onto his lap “Come here.”
His son climbed up, still a little upset, clutching onto Shinyu’s shirt. Babbling again, trying to explain. Shinyu nodded like he fully understood. “Where's Dino? You fell?”
A small nod. “Ah…” He brushed the child’s hair back carefully, making sure his face stayed turned away from the camera. “Did it hurt?” More babbling.
Shinyu hummed softly. “Okay, okay.”
He glanced back at the screen. A little smile. “Sorry,” he said quietly. “Sinwoo just woke up.” The chat exploded instantly.
“A BABY???”
“IS THAT HIS SON??”
“PROTECTIVE APPA MODE 😭”
Shinyu adjusted his position, one arm securely around his son while the other rested near the phone. He gently patted his back in a slow rhythm. Still soothing him.
He read a comment.“‘Are you okay?’”
He nodded. “Yeah. He just needed a hug.”
His son sniffled softly, face pressed into his chest. Shinyu lowered his voice slightly, instinctively. “Shh… it’s okay.”
Then, casually, back to the live: “‘What were you doing before this?’ I was just resting.”
The duality was almost seamless.
His son tugged at his sleeve. “Mmm…”
Shinyu looked down immediately. “What?” More babbling. Shinyu nodded seriously. “Really?”
The chat went wild.
“WHAT DID HE SAY??”
“TRANSLATE PLEASE 😭”
Shinyu smiled faintly. “He’s telling me a story again.” He gently rubbed small circles on his son’s back. “A very detailed one.”
He adjusted the blanket beside him and wrapped it lightly around his son’s shoulders. “Are you cold?”
A tiny nod. “Okay.” He tucked it more securely, making sure the child was comfortable. All while still glancing at comments. Still present with fans.
At one point, his son shifted slightly, almost turning toward the camera. Shinyu immediately adjusted him.
After a few minutes, the crying completely stopped. His son was calm now. Quiet. Just leaning into him. Shinyu rested his chin lightly on the top of his son’s head for a second. Then looked back at the screen. “Sorry, the live became… different.”
The comments disagreed instantly.
“BEST LIVE EVER”
“THIS IS SO SOFT”
“HE’S SUCH A GOOD DAD 😭”
He smiled shyly. “…I’ll stay a little longer.” His hand continued gently patting his son’s back. Slow and steady.
And the live continued. Shinyu sat comfortably, his son tucked against his chest, small hands loosely gripping his hoodie. His voice had softened without him even realizing. “…yeah, today wasn’t that busy.”
His hand kept moving. Slow pats on his son’s back. A rhythm he didn’t think about anymore. Just habit.
The faint sound of the front door opening. Shinyu’s eyes flicked up instantly. He didn’t turn right away. But you could see it. That awareness. That shift. A second later, soft footsteps approached.
And then You appeared.
Shinyu looked up fully this time. And the change in his expression was immediate. Softer and warmer. “…You’re home.”
His voice dropped without meaning to. Gentle. “How was work?”
You didn’t answer, not right away. You just looked at him. Then at your son, already half-asleep against his chest. And something in your expression softened too. Quietly you walked over. No explanation. No greeting. Just tired.
You carefully climbed onto the couch beside him. Then, without asking—Shifted closer. Until you were practically on his lap too. One arm wrapping around your son. The other around Shinyu. Your face tucked into his shoulder. Shinyu blinked. Surprised for half a second. “…Hey-".
But he didn’t move you away. Didn’t question it. His arm adjusted instantly to make space. Holding both of you. Secure.
“You okay?” he asked softly. Still no answer. Just a small nod against his shoulder. Your grip tightened slightly. Shinyu exhaled quietly. He didn’t push, nor did he ask more. Just rested his cheek lightly against your head.
His hand shifted— Now patting both of you absentmindedly.
The live chat was exploding. But slower now. Softer reactions.
“OH…”
“THIS IS TOO REAL 😭”
“FAMILY GROUP HUG…”
Your son stirred slightly between you. Still sleepy. Still calm. One tiny hand gripping both of your clothes at once. Like he didn’t want either of you to move. Shinyu smiled faintly at that. “…We’re trapped now.”
You let out the smallest laugh against his shoulder.
He looked down at both of you for a second. Then back at the camera. A little shy. “…I think I should end the live soon.”
He reached forward carefully with one hand, adjusting the camera slightly.
But before ending it— He glanced down again. At you. At your son. “…Goodnight, Sai.” Click.
The screen went black.
And somewhere in that quiet room, Nothing dramatic happened. No big words. No explanations. Just three people, holding onto each other, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Hi im Back! and I hope I didn't disappoint! so this is basically a AU series if tws became a dad! I just thought it was cute to see them juggling dad duties and idol! If you love this idea look more into them:
Shinyu has a 4 year old son name Shin Sinwoo meaning beginning and universe, which means he had his son before TWS debuted! He was the first to announce and Sinwoo loves his dad the most! He always has a Dino plushie and is always energetic. Y/n and Shinyu decides to announce but keep things private, which is why he will try his best to keep his identity private.
Dohoon has a 1 year old son name Kim Eunwoo, yes name after Y/n's favorite actor Cha Eunwoo. (Sometimes Dohoon gets jealous but it fits his son so he'll agree). Similar to his dad Eunwoo is very quiet and would stay by his parents side constantly. Give him some time, he'll open up like Dohoon one day!
Youngjae has a 1 year old daughter!! Of course we expect him to be a girl dad, her name is Choi Nari. Due to her name her favourite flower is Lillie'ssss and Youngjae will gladly surprise her with Lillies. She's also so close to her dad and very energetic, she never wants to let go!
Lastly Hanjin has a 2 year old son name Han Chenxi AND a daughter name Han Yuexi. Han Chenxi is the older twin, energetic son who love's playing sports with his dad, while Han Yuexi follows her twin brother despite Hanjin loving to spoil her. Both can speak Mandarin and Hanjin believes they are his life, the sun and moon.
Will I write Jihoon and Kyungmin's in the future? Maybe, I'm currently working on Jihoon's though! As of now Kyungmin will be everyone favorite and fun uncle! yeah? Of course if any of you have any ideas you may request in my inbox! - Zhan
He wont last. 1-2 weeks in he's gonna falter, how dare he hold his orgasm when his girlfriend is so hot and sexy and is just so generous? But what truly breaks him? You + home clothes + glasses + hair up. He can't handle himself, so long shinyu's pride!
~'Dohoon:
When he was offered the challenge he absolutely rejected the offer. As much as he loves spending time with you, sex is his stress reliever other than head pats. So he will instead taunt the other guys by sending a video of you face down ass up taking him sweetly and reminds them how they cant get their dick wet unlike him.
~'Youngjae:
He doesn't mind joining, thinking it will be fun. bOY was he wrong. He did reach far though, almost- ALMOST a month. Until he lose it when you had an ovulation week. He did resolve with just fingering and eating you out, but who is he to refuse when you ask so sweetly?
~'Hanjin:
I think he'd be winning this, He has a lot of self control that he can stand not having sex for one month. Of course, if you ask for pleasure he'll gladly finger or eat you out. But there was a moment where he offers his dick on the last day, cumming once the clock strike midnight.
~'Jihoon:
Jihoon here I'm still in between him nearing the end or quickly failed. He could be really horny when you test him, but if you didn't he wouldn't bother. What could break him is if you annoy it to him, or probably a wet dream. But then again, he doesn't really mind if he wins or not.
It is always what you and Jihoon desired the most to spend in your anniversary: A night at your secret apartment.
It's not often for Jihoon, the idol and main AMAZING dancer of tws, to have a day off, making dates less likely to happen. So just lying in bed with each other certainly is the best time to spend with each other. And it could be better! If someone gets off their gaming console first.
"Hoooooooooon~!" Y/n whine as she practically dump her whole body on his back.
"One more round baby, I promise! You told me I can game for a few hours!" He tried to reason while battling the boss. "I knoww, but I miss talking to you so can you please stop gaming for me? Its our anniversary!"
"Im almost winning baby! please!" He begged with those damn puppy eyes. You can't help but huff before, falling down on him again (im)patiently waiting till he finishes.
After what seems to be hours he finally screamed in happiness as the game played a victory song in the background. He sigh in relief before getting up and looking at you, "Alright baby, Im all you-"
You slammed your lips into his pushing him back lying on the bed as you straddled his hips, his hand gathered to your hip as he can't help but deepen and entered his tongue in. As mention before, Jihoon is a pretty busy guy so you both know you'll take any chance you get. His hands soon fumbled against your waist as yours are entangled in his hair. "Fuck-" Jihoon moan out as it soon was swallowed by your kiss again. "Baby- Fuck- Waitwaitwait-"
He pulls you out of your drunken daze as he caressed your cheek. "Im so sorry but you need to get off me." He gently ordered, and you understand why, you can clearly feel it in your ass the increasing bulge he has in his jeans. Normally you would comply because you respect his boundaries but you felt so horny that you whimpered and grind on the bulge. Jihoon can't help but moan at the feeling, falling back his head on the bed and holding your hips before helping you grind on it a little harder. "Fuck baby- i need to— fuck you, y/n.." You nodded as you carefully lift yourself from him, so he could pull his and your pants down.
Jihoon got up from his laying position before pulling you tightly against his chest, peppering kisses on your delicate skin. "Hoon!" You flinch at the warm kisses and his dick right at the surface of your pussy. "Are you sure you're ready?..." He ask softly, looking up to make eye contact with you. You nodded quickly and laid your head to his shoulders, he gently refuse before holding your head with one of his hands as he carefully unclasped your bra under the shirt. "I need words."
"Yes.."
And that was all it takes as Jihoon tugs up your shirt, as his eyes moved down to your chest, just for a second, before flicking back up to your face, slipping the bra off to show your bare breasts. “Boobs.”
You smack his arm at his uncontrollable mouth as he chuckled, apologizing. His large hands softly cup them, he stares at you with his puppy eyes before landing a small kiss on them. you flinch from the warmth of his mouth on your cold nipple. He continues with light flicks of his tongue as he massages your tits, wanting to grasp the entirety of it. His other hand brushed against your side, sending sweet shocks down to your skin. His fingers slid further down, touching the curve of your hip, as he explores the new territory (boobs) that will soon become his favorite.
After a while, his lips are so plump and moist after practically making out with your tits, you giggle a bit. "Hoon~"
"Right!" He interrupted himself with a cough before looking up at you, kissing your cheek. "I love you so much" You grinned back to him as you hold up your body, hovering his dick. "I love you too."
With the help of his guidance, you slowly sink down on Jihoon's dick as you moan at the feeling, he was the perfect amount of length to fit inside your pussy and gives you both the best enough satisfaction. You both hummed at the thought as you stayed inside together. "So... Tight" He mumbled, resting on your chest.
The pads of his fingers are pressing into your hips, as your hands are holding tightly on his broad shoulders. He’s cursing every few moments, talking about how good your pussy is, and his cock feels like he’s gonna cum early, but he’s not gonna do that to you. “fucking hell, you’re so pretty getting fucked by me like this” Jihoon mumbled again as his head falls in the crook of your neck, planting his heel on the bed before aiming his hips up to reach you deeper. You moan at the sudden angle before dropping your head on his neck too. You both felt so close yet never reached its peak.
That is until he circled his arm on your waist and flip you both over. Pulling your legs on his shoulder, he pushed his dick deeper and quicker in you to the point you can't help but think it must be his dancer hips.
The more he thrusts in, the more drunk you've felt, clawing at his back, and the more closer you both felt based on the way your stomach becomes tight, feeling your orgasm coming soon. Jihoon notices this by how hard you’re literally gripping onto him. in a few more thrusts you cum over his dick and jihoon cums with you, filling your inside before pulling out of you, his eyes widening at the sight. "Woah.. Thats hot." He says as he gathers the cum that was spilling out of you. You whine at the overstimulation as he stop and comforted you, kissing the inner side of your thigh. "Sorry Baby, forgot to pull out."
"Its.. okay.." You exhaled as he grab a tissue box nearby and wipe you out. "Think we can do more?" he asked, pulling himself up, hovering you with a smirk on his face
"mmmm, Im tired.." You said, closing your legs tight but was stop by his hand.
"Please?? That was so hot that I'm hard againn, I'll do all the work!"
"Okay.." You mumbled as your breath hitch feeling his dick entered you once more. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou- fuck- this is the best anniversary I will ever have!" He says thrusting quicker than before feeling his second orgasm coming as you followed behind.
i’ve been so obsessed with last festival and i’m thinking about going to watch bf kyungmin in the school play… y’all do i sound like a loser. thanks tho ily fr😛🫶
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