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His Little Princess

Genre: Fluff, Seungcheol as a girl dad. WC: 3.2k

When Seungcheol first met you, it was the start of freshman year in college for you both. You shared the same classes, had the same friends circle, and your interests kept aligning together. You both started dating not long after, and though there were many ups and downs in your relationship, you always found your way back to each other.

Years later, you both are successful in your respective careers, married, and have a daughter—a two year old meance with pouty lips and sparkly hair ties. And Seungcheol could never be more content with his life.

Morning sun rays filter in through the curtains, illuminating the room in soft glow. The weather is slightly cold now, Seungcheol lays there in the comforter, eyes shut in sleep. A phone call wakes him from his slumber, the letters "my love" display on the glowing screen. He smiles with eyes half closed, answering as you call from miles away, caught in a seminar that needs your attendance.

Initially you were sceptical of this certain trip, worrying that Hana, your two year old, won't be able to get by without you. But Seungcheol reassured you not to worry, that he'd take care of it. You didn't want to burden him more knowing that the the business he runs can be demanding, but he firmly insisted that it will be fine.

So here you are, attending a conference in another corner of the world, while he stays home, managing his business, and taking care of your toddler—a very pouty, cute and bubbly little toddler.

"I miss you" the speaker phone sounds, carrying Seungcheol's words to you.

"I miss you more love," you say back. Because it's true. It's only been two days into the week long trip and you can't wait to get back and cuddle with cheol or carry Hana around as you do your work.

"A weekend will pass really soon," cheol reassures through the screen, though his pout is still up.

"I know, but still I wish it didn't have to be so long." You say as you look up at your husband. It's infuriating how attractive Seungcheol looks even when it's just him waking up with messy hair strands falling across his face. He lets out a low hum.

"I can't wait for you to return love, there's some unfinished business left between us." He implies as he looks at you with suggestive eyes.

"Oh go away." You scoff, but there's a smile to your face now.

"Is Hana up yet?" You ask.

"No, she's still out." Seungcheol says as he checks the baby monitor. "Oh wait," he suddenly gets up from the bed. "She's trying to get out of the crib", he says. "I'll get to you later so you can talk to her." His voiced is slightly panicked as he worries Hana might lose her balance and fall.

"Okay" you laugh as you see him rushing to her room and the call ends between you. A fellow colleague prompts you to enter the meeting hall, and you take one final look at your appearance before walking in.

A week managing a toddler without her mother is going to be hard.

And that's the truth.

"MAMAAAAA" Hana's sobs echo through the hallways as she thrashes against cheol's arms, her nose snotty and hair messy. She's still in her PJs. Hana had barely gotten out of the crib before cheol was by her side, taking her in his arms before she hit the floor or hurt herself.

"Shh shh" he gently rocks her, "Mama's not here right now baby."

Hana cries even harder at the mention of her mother not being there, and cheol internally curses himself, "it's okay baby, Appa is right here." He coos softly as he rocks her gently in his arms. Hana continues crying in his arms, as cheol rocks her back and forth, the cries eventually slow down, replaced by occasional hiccups as she stares with wobbly eyes and lips jutted out in a pout at her father, who is now making funny faces, and exaggerated expressions to calm her down. And there in his arms, with tears stroking her cheeks, Hana starts giggling. The sound is like music to Seungcheol, who can't help but smile along as he tickles his daughter carrying her out, the sound of soft laughter echoing through the hallways of the penthouse.

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Breakfast is rather simple, Seungcheol was expecting himself to be ready for a war, but Hana was surprisingly cooperative, taking up small bites from Seungcheol's hands.

"Look Hana." Seungcheol says, making up some weird expression to get her attention but Hana doesn't care. Her interested is more apparent in whatever small toys are fixed at the edge of her food tray, repeatedly moving then from one line to another. Well at least the distraction makes her forget that she is supposed to make eating food harder for her parents. Little wins, Seungcheol smiles to himself, as he takes out another another spoon and feeds it to Hana.

Somehow Hana manages to get food on her hands and around her cheeks, even while being fed by a hand. This is a toddler level skill Seungcheol has still to understand the bases of.

Cheol sighs, as he takes a wet wipe as he cleans Hana's hands, her little hands are so small in comparison to his big ones. He swipes her cheeks clean, Hana looks at him with curious eyes as he takes her hands in his own and kisses them. She giggles at that, kicking her feet and Seungcheol feels like his heart would explode. Sitting there, in front of him, was something he vowed to protect, and he would spend his whole life making sure his daughter always keeps laughing like that.

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The vanity mirror is illuminated by soft lights, casting a warm glow around the edges, it's cloudy outside, but everything in the penthouse is warm. Cheol stands in front of the mirror, crouching a little. In front of him, Hana sits in a sparkly pink dress, playing with your combs as Seungcheol tries his best to focus on the task in hand. Aka, making sure Hana's hair are styled properly.

He tries, he really does. But Hana keeps moving in front of him. He would try to straighten her head but she would keep looking side ways, distracted by all the makeup sitting there. "Hana baby look" Cheol says. And Hana looks up at him from the mirror. "Appa" she claims excitedly, moving forward to touch his reflection. "Appa here?" She frowns. Looking back at him, puzzled as she looks again at the reflection. Hana always gets confused around mirrors and her confusion is quite apparent right now.

"Yes baby that's a mirror, you can see your reflection." Cheol says looking down at her, while also taking the opportunity to tie one side of her hair in pigtails.

Somehow he manages to tie the other side too. He even adds some pink bowties and hair clips to her hair. It's loop sided and a little messy, but Hana looks cute nonetheless. And once again Cheol can't help but coo at her. He takes out his phone out and clicks a quick picture, sending it to you before putting his phone down. He pushes her dark bangs to the side and picks her up. Hana moves her arms around his neck like it's second nature, as he carries her out of the room.

Inside cheol's home office, the heaters are on. Seungcheol just has to go over some drafts his assistant sent him, and Hana accompanies him inside.

She's sitting on the mat in the center of the room, right In front of Seungcheol as he sits on the sofa adjacent to his work table.

Hana makes little sounds as she moves her toy cars over the mat, lost in her own rhythm. Cheol keeps looking at her while working on his laptop. Her soft sounds act as background that keeps him grounded as he works through the emails. A while later he feels Hana walking up besides him. She peeks up at him from the side of the table and cheol opens his arms ready to pick her into his lap.

Hana however, shakes her head. "Appa no. Hana do ish." She says, as she walks up to him, a car clutched in one hand as she tries to climb up to his lap.

Cheol tries to take her hands but she frowns at him, "Appaaa." She exclaims and Seungcheol huffs a laugh, looking at his daughter trying to be an independent girl. Really he's just proud of her. He then lowers his legs further as he leans over to pinch her cheeks and Hana babbles excitedly as she jumps over one of his legs and crawls to his lap. Showing him her new favorite car as she lays there pressed to his side.

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It happens too suddenly, one moment Hana is playing with cheol's sleeves, next she somehow manages to spill a glass of water onto the papers sitting on the table.

Seungcheol takes a moment to process how it happened, momentarily stunned. He takes a breath in to calm himself as he processes what happened. Hana senses that she has done something wrong, and when seungcheol looks at her with that specific gaze. She pouts up at him. "Appa mad?" She asks, sitting up. Her face is turned into a frown and before Seungcheol can say something, her eyes are already watering up. She still looks at him, as Seungcheol softly places his arms on her side, making her face him. He doesn't scold her. Doesn't reprimand her. But he gives her one look, and explains to her softly. "Appa isn't mad at you Hana" he says, brushing a hair past her forehead. "But you should be more careful baby, appa needs those papers for work, you can't do things like that." He tells her gently.

Hana looks at him as if she is thinking "No spill?" She says as she looks at him. "Yes baby, no spilling water." Seungcheol corrects. Hana takes out one finger as if she is making a promise. A habit she must've taken from you, and cheol raises his own hand and laces the finger across hers. "Isn't my daughter so smart", he says. Thinking about the fact that she knew how to make promises after watching you put your pinky out once or twice. "Smart just like her mama." He says, lifting her up and using his free hands to grab some tissues and wipe the table.

It is evening now, seungcheol is dressed up in an oversized hoodie. A beanie covers his head as he pushes Hana's stroller through the park. The wind is soft, grey clouds form beautiful patterns in the sky, the weather is just perfect as he sits on a bench, Hana is in the stroller facing him.

"Appa" she asks, looking up at him with the specific look that spells trouble. She clutches her stuffed bunny in her hands and points towards the ice cream machine. "Appa con tonnow". It takes Seungcheol a second to realize she means cornetto as he follows her line of sight, and spots the ice cream machine. How did she even find the ice cream truck, for a toddler she sure was trouble dressed up in speakrly dresses.

"Baby you just had a fever last week." Cheol reasons with her, adjusting the sweater around her little body—but hana just pouts, she knows just how to poke his soft spots. "Appa pwease." she says, big eyes looking up at him. And screw Seungcheol for he thinks he can never say no to his daughter, specially if she asks him like that. And so he gets up, holding her stroller, as he goes and gets her a wafer sandwich instead, its not too cold, and somehow—suspiciously to say the least, Hana accepts the choco sandwich even though she asked for a cornetto. Cheol crouches down infront of her, and Hana offers him her sandiwch, crumbs sticking to her small chubby fingers.

"Appa ewaet" she says, as cheol makes sure the bunny in her stroller doesn't fall. "Appa is okay baby," he says, "but you have to promise me something," his face is mock serious now. Hana stares at him, taking a bite of the choco sandwich, as she looks at him. "promise appa that you won't tell mama about it, this is like our little secret." he says, and Hana nods her hand, still chewing her sandwich as she lifts her pinky finger and interlaces it with cheol "okay pwomise" she says. And cheol shakes his head at how cute she looks like that. He gets up, "okay let's go home now shall we?" he asks Hana as he strolls back to the apartment complex, listening to Hana babble about the surrounding. There was nothing he loved more than this.

By the time evening rolls in, the warm living room lights are turned on, making the kitchen glow with a sense of coziness in it. Hana is sitting on the toddler chair, as cheol cuts some veggies to add in the pan. The only sound filling the quiet is Hana making her toddler sounds as she plays with her little toys, zooming them in the air, and the sound of oil sizzling in the pan. Hana looks up at cheol with curious eyes as he stirs the pan, occasionally talking to her and explaining what he's doing.

"…and then we add the sauces to the pan and it goes like swoosh" he makes animated sounds and funny expressions and Hana claps at that. "appa again" she squeals. and so cheol makes up another funny face, making animated poses as Hana's giggles fill the air.

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As cheol sets the plates down on the table he prompts to adjust Hana's chair right next to him, feeding her as he eats by himself. Hana chews the food surprisingly cooperative. usually he'd see how much trouble she'd give to you as you tried to feed her, but now she's too calm. That calm however does not last long because soon he has to deal with Hana's tantrums again. "Hana just a few more bites" he urges but Hana just shakes her head, looking the other way. "noooo" she says, hitting her hands on the small table Infront as if to prove her point. Cheol sighs, shaking his head. "What about this Hana, look." he says, "Is that your food is coming in an aeroplane?" Hanas ear perk up at the mention of aeroplane, as she looks at him making zooming motions with the spoon,the big buff man is now making silly motions to get his daughter to eat, and god does cheol love spending time with his daughter and feeding her like this. Hana opens her mouth to eat another few bites, and cheol succeeds to make her finish dinner.

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Cheol has just finished wiping the counters when his phone rings on the counter, picking it up, he smiles when he sees that it is you calling him. he swipes the call up and smiles at you "hey love" his voice is warm as he sees you from across the screen. "Hello baby, what are you up to?' your voice sounds on the mobile.

Hana hears your sound through the phone. MAMAA she squeals excitedly, trying to get off the chair and get to the phone. Cheol is by her side in seconds, gently taking her off the chair and carrying her to the sofa as she holds the phone. "MAMA" she beams up as she looks at your face. miles away, you smile at her cuteness, "Did you miss mama? you ask her, and she nods her eyes getting wobbly. "Aww it's okay Hana, mama is coming back soon." Cheol says softly, adjusting her on his lap.

"Yes baby, and mama will make you chocolate cookies when she gets back." You say to her, as she lets out a lone sniffle. "pwomise?" she asks and you nod, "Yes baby, mama promises you " Hana smiles at that, she's blabbering about her day, telling you what she did as cheol looks fondly at the whole exchange. His two favorite girls are talking to each other through the phone. Occasionally he corrects Hana's spellings so she can speak properly.

…and we had con tonnow" she says as she tells you about going to the park. "what did she say," you sit up, and suddenly cheol is scrambling. "baby I can explain, He sits up and takes the phone in his hands.

"you let her have ice cream? you ask raising your eyebrows. "Well technically it was a cone sandwich" He says scratching the back of his head, as he gives you a seepish smile. You give him a dead pan look as he scrambles fumbling upon his words as he tells you "I promise I checked the temperature, it wasn't cold.

"This was supposed to be our secret Hana, cheol pouts at her and she giggles at her dad's antics, reaching out to grasp her teddy from the side, as you lecture seungcheol about Hana getting fever again.

You keep talking for a while, between cheol asking about your work and updating about what happened during the day. Hana is yawning in his lap now, face planted against his chest as she looks at you drowsily. You say your goodbyes to them, so that Hana can go to sleep and both of you can rest after the long day. You can't wait to see your family again, just a few days of seminar left, it feels like forever.

By the time cheol baths Hana, she is already fast asleep, dressed in her soft teddy bear PJs, her chest rising and falling softly as her brushes hair strands from her face. Seungcheol sits there for a long while, looking at the way her hands hold her bunny in one hand and tightly grip his sleeves in the other. He takes in her small nose and thick eyebrows, a trait she got from him no doubt, and he thanks the universe for letting him have something so beautiful. Years ago, this was a dream he never let himself imagine, but now, being a husband and a father was the best thing to ever happen to him. And he would spend forever, working to give you both the best life.

"Good night hana," he whispers as he leans in to kiss her forehead, "Appa loves you so much baby", he says, as he slowly gets up, careful not to wake her up. He adjusts the blanket around her, switching on the soft nightlights as he stands in the door way, taking in the soft glowing room as he shuts the door, to finally clean up the house before going to sleep.

And Seungcheol thinks to himself that he is one extremely lucky man.

[noniesgummysmile]

wip wednesday #6!

a lil late but ! better late than never where did the day go srsly-

anyway ! here :D

btw: abo, but without the sex part, so heat = really bad sicky time. cause i said so.

:3 i love him

tagginggggggggg @boolioo @kwanrose andddddddddd @sescoups hehehe. share a snippet and tag a friend! :D

[kwanrose]

Thanks for the tag love. Tbh, this is like a veryyy old wip of mine, but I want to write more about this. I'm proud of this idea honestly, really looking forward to working on it :)

Tagging @epelletart and @rosequartz-archive no pressure guys ^^

[kwanrose]

The Heart Mechanic

genre: fluff, est. relationship. vernon is a mechanic because fuck yes. wc: 1.6k a/n: muhehehehheh. i hope the hansol nation enjoys this one 🫡 💋gonna tag eia @noniesgummysmile because she listened to me yap about this idea two days ago and enabling me. ily <333

It's a little past noon when you arrive at the downtown garage owned by your boyfriend. Sunlight spills through the trees shades, casting long shadows on the concrete pathway. Vernon is hunched over a car hood, his sleeves are folded upwards, highlighting the strain on his muscles as his veins bulge over while he puts pressure into tightening some screws. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he seems totally engrossed in work.

Vernon looks up as he notices footsteps approaching, a grin forms on his face, smiling as he sees you coming close, "hey baby" Vernon says as you walk in. You beam up at him, dangling a bag of snacks in the air.

"Look who's here." You smile walking over, leaning in as Vernon gives you a half hug.

"Sorry, got some mess over here." He says sheepishly as you look around the garage. There are tools and papers scattered all over. Not that you mind, the garage has always been like this whenever you come over.

"How long till you're done?" You ask your boyfriend leaning your weight against a pillar.

"Around 20 more minutes and I'm done?" Vernon shrugs as he spins the ranch in his hands, sending a wink your way.

You make a goofy face in return, flipping your hair off. Vernon laughs in response, the same familiar grin forming on his face.

"I'll be waiting for you over there then." You say as you walk to sit on a sofa at the corner. The fan is turned on and you sprawl yourself on the sofa deciding to wait for Vernon to complete his work before he can join you.

You've been scrolling through your phone, looking at your boyfriend working from time to time, the way his brows furrow as he fixes the broken car engine. Occasionally you talk to him, telling him about your day, and he's listening, humming as you go on. Today, it's taking him slightly longer to finish his work.

"And then…I was just petting the stray kitten but she decided to jump on my lap!!" You tell him excitedly about the little cat that comes visit you sometimes.

"Nonnie? Are you even listening? You ask when he doesn't respond.

"Oh uh yeah, what were you saying? He asks as he pops up from the other side of the car, where he was probably crouching down. Putting away his tools, vernon dusts off his clothes and stretches his arms, the movement accentuating his muscles. He looks over to you with questioning eyes, waiting for you to respond.

The words however die in your throat. You visibly gulp as you look over at him. Why is he looking so attractive when his hair is a mess and grease covers the front of his shirt. Even after dating him for so long, you still can't get over how handsome vernon actually is.

"Baby, why did you get quite suddenly?" Vernon says as he walks over to you. He takes his dirty t-shirt off and stands under the fan. His muscles and abs on direct display.

You look away when vernon notices you staring, the familiar smirk places on his lips.

"Nothing." You voice out, a little too quickly. "I was just saying you hate me because you kept me waiting for so long." You grumble folding your arms over your chest as you get comfortable lying on the sofa, suddenly very interested in noticing the scraping paint on the roof of the garage.

Your view however is obstructed rather quickly, and you find yourself caged between the sofa and your very handsome, very cocky boyfriend.

"Hmm." He murmurs. "Is that so?" Vernon asks you, his voice low and teasing as he tilts his head a little. He is too close to you. You can feel his breath, mingling with yours. You can feel him lowering himself on top of you. His lips brush lightly against your neck, as he places a feather light kiss over there. Feeling fluster by the sudden contact, you push him to the side. Standing up.

"Yeah. Totally. You were ignoring me right now. You definitely hate me." You say as you look back at him. You know you're just pulling his leg. Or trying to save face from how flustered you feel. By the looks of it, Vernon knows it too. He leans against the sofa head, legs stretched wide as he looks at your cheeks taking a slightly pink hue. Cute. He thinks to himself.

You walk over to one of the cars parked in the garage, standing there as you push a pebble to the side. "See that? oh how it feels to be ignored by my own beloved boyfriend" you all but pout up at him.

You're really cute like this, Vernon thinks to himself. Trying to act normal after seeing him shirtless as if it's not something you've been waking up to for ages.

"Okay." Vernon says humming to himself as he pretends to ponder. He discards his shirt to the side and walks over to you. Before you can even think, he is caging you between his body and the car.

"So I hate you huh?" He asks, looking directly at you. Hair strands cover his eyes, you can see the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Once again you're rendered speechless as you stare at him, not being able to take looking at his eyes anymore, you look to the side. You can feel your ears running hot.

"Eyes on me babygirl." Vernon grabbing your chin and tilting your head so you look at him. His touch is surprisingly gentle despite the fact that his hands are calloused from working in the garage for hours. You look up at him, your eyes meeting each other, and Vernon can see the way your mind tries to hide your fluster behind that fake little frown.

"What" you grumble, though there is no fight in it.

"My girl just told me she thinks I hate her." Vernon says leaning impossibly close to you. His hand sneaks from your side to your back, moving under your tee shirt as he pulls you forward.

"Well," he drawls. "I can't have you going around thinking like that now, can I?" He asks with the familiar tease in his tone.

"Yeah, maybe you should kiss me to prove you actually care about me." You frown, lips down turned as you look at him.

"Maybe you're right. I should actually do that." Vernon hums, nipping at the skin your neck. He bites the skin as he leaves soft kisses to smooth the area. You're sure he's going to leave hickeys on you. Vernon's nose brushes against yours. He leans in, catching your lower lips between his own. He sucks on them softly. Your hands move from holding his back to grabbing his hair as you pull him down. A whine escapes your lips when you feel his hands trail lower and lower on your back, as you're pressed between his body and the car.

"Wait. What if someone sees us?" You asks breaking the kiss.

"Then let's give them a show baby." Vernon says catching you in another heated kiss.

Vernon kisses you like he is possessed. Like a man starved. Like you are the first meal he's had in days. Your lips move in rhythm, your lips part and his tongue finds it's way in, playing with yours in the same familiar rhythm. He continues to kiss you as his mouth swallows the little whines that escape you.

Your lips detach from his as you suck in a breath, but he's over you again, lips taking your own in another kiss, it's like he's conveying all of his love to you in the kiss. He leaves wet trails down your neck, pecking your cheeks. Rubbing circles around your back. He holds you close, his bare torso flush against your body. You pull him into another kiss, and he lest you take control. You kiss each other until that's all you can taste.

Vernon has his eyes closed as he holds you to him. His breath fans against your neck.

"Whoa. Ummm." You step back, looking at your boyfriend, his already tousled hair are somehow even more messy. His dark eyes look at you with the same emotion of love that he always carries for you.

"What is it, babygirl?" Vernon asks tilting his head. There is a teasing edge to his tone that tells that he has been enjoying your suffering.

"Can you not stare at me like that." You look at him with the best frown you can muster but your ears and cheeks are flushed. He's making you flustered. Damn him.

"Stare like what hmm?" Vernon asks but you're already just whining as you bury your face in his bare chest, holding your arms against his waist. "Ughhhhh. You're the worst."

Vernon has a cocky grin as he ruffles your hair, pressing his face against your head. "Keep saying that love. But we both know who's the flustered one here, he teases back." You try to stub your toe over his but he's fast, moving his feet to the side laughing at your attempt to hide how flustered you really are.

"Lest get you back home yeah?" He asks, as you lookup at him, still flushed, still pouting at him.

Vernon can't help but place his lips over yours, giving you another kiss. He loves you. He loves the way you act like you hate his touch, when it's the one thing you seem to crave. He loves kissing the shyness away from your lips. He's a man in love. And he won't have it any other way.

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[kwanrose]

Eia I'm literally giggling at your reaction lol. I'm so glad you like this one. Purpose of writing the fic attained. And fr mechanic hansol is so hot. No lies detected. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[kwanrose]

The Heart Mechanic

genre: fluff, est. relationship. vernon is a mechanic because fuck yes. wc: 1.6k a/n: muhehehehheh. i hope the hansol nation enjoys this one 🫡 💋gonna tag eia @noniesgummysmile because she listened to me yap about this idea two days ago and enabling me. ily <333

It's a little past noon when you arrive at the downtown garage owned by your boyfriend. Sunlight spills through the trees shades, casting long shadows on the concrete pathway. Vernon is hunched over a car hood, his sleeves are folded upwards, highlighting the strain on his muscles as his veins bulge over while he puts pressure into tightening some screws. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he seems totally engrossed in work.

Vernon looks up as he notices footsteps approaching, a grin forms on his face, smiling as he sees you coming close, "hey baby" Vernon says as you walk in. You beam up at him, dangling a bag of snacks in the air.

"Look who's here." You smile walking over, leaning in as Vernon gives you a half hug.

"Sorry, got some mess over here." He says sheepishly as you look around the garage. There are tools and papers scattered all over. Not that you mind, the garage has always been like this whenever you come over.

"How long till you're done?" You ask your boyfriend leaning your weight against a pillar.

"Around 20 more minutes and I'm done?" Vernon shrugs as he spins the ranch in his hands, sending a wink your way.

You make a goofy face in return, flipping your hair off. Vernon laughs in response, the same familiar grin forming on his face.

"I'll be waiting for you over there then." You say as you walk to sit on a sofa at the corner. The fan is turned on and you sprawl yourself on the sofa deciding to wait for Vernon to complete his work before he can join you.

You've been scrolling through your phone, looking at your boyfriend working from time to time, the way his brows furrow as he fixes the broken car engine. Occasionally you talk to him, telling him about your day, and he's listening, humming as you go on. Today, it's taking him slightly longer to finish his work.

"And then…I was just petting the stray kitten but she decided to jump on my lap!!" You tell him excitedly about the little cat that comes visit you sometimes.

"Nonnie? Are you even listening? You ask when he doesn't respond.

"Oh uh yeah, what were you saying? He asks as he pops up from the other side of the car, where he was probably crouching down. Putting away his tools, vernon dusts off his clothes and stretches his arms, the movement accentuating his muscles. He looks over to you with questioning eyes, waiting for you to respond.

The words however die in your throat. You visibly gulp as you look over at him. Why is he looking so attractive when his hair is a mess and grease covers the front of his shirt. Even after dating him for so long, you still can't get over how handsome vernon actually is.

"Baby, why did you get quite suddenly?" Vernon says as he walks over to you. He takes his dirty t-shirt off and stands under the fan. His muscles and abs on direct display.

You look away when vernon notices you staring, the familiar smirk places on his lips.

"Nothing." You voice out, a little too quickly. "I was just saying you hate me because you kept me waiting for so long." You grumble folding your arms over your chest as you get comfortable lying on the sofa, suddenly very interested in noticing the scraping paint on the roof of the garage.

Your view however is obstructed rather quickly, and you find yourself caged between the sofa and your very handsome, very cocky boyfriend.

"Hmm." He murmurs. "Is that so?" Vernon asks you, his voice low and teasing as he tilts his head a little. He is too close to you. You can feel his breath, mingling with yours. You can feel him lowering himself on top of you. His lips brush lightly against your neck, as he places a feather light kiss over there. Feeling fluster by the sudden contact, you push him to the side. Standing up.

"Yeah. Totally. You were ignoring me right now. You definitely hate me." You say as you look back at him. You know you're just pulling his leg. Or trying to save face from how flustered you feel. By the looks of it, Vernon knows it too. He leans against the sofa head, legs stretched wide as he looks at your cheeks taking a slightly pink hue. Cute. He thinks to himself.

You walk over to one of the cars parked in the garage, standing there as you push a pebble to the side. "See that? oh how it feels to be ignored by my own beloved boyfriend" you all but pout up at him.

You're really cute like this, Vernon thinks to himself. Trying to act normal after seeing him shirtless as if it's not something you've been waking up to for ages.

"Okay." Vernon says humming to himself as he pretends to ponder. He discards his shirt to the side and walks over to you. Before you can even think, he is caging you between his body and the car.

"So I hate you huh?" He asks, looking directly at you. Hair strands cover his eyes, you can see the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Once again you're rendered speechless as you stare at him, not being able to take looking at his eyes anymore, you look to the side. You can feel your ears running hot.

"Eyes on me babygirl." Vernon grabbing your chin and tilting your head so you look at him. His touch is surprisingly gentle despite the fact that his hands are calloused from working in the garage for hours. You look up at him, your eyes meeting each other, and Vernon can see the way your mind tries to hide your fluster behind that fake little frown.

"What" you grumble, though there is no fight in it.

"My girl just told me she thinks I hate her." Vernon says leaning impossibly close to you. His hand sneaks from your side to your back, moving under your tee shirt as he pulls you forward.

"Well," he drawls. "I can't have you going around thinking like that now, can I?" He asks with the familiar tease in his tone.

"Yeah, maybe you should kiss me to prove you actually care about me." You frown, lips down turned as you look at him.

"Maybe you're right. I should actually do that." Vernon hums, nipping at the skin your neck. He bites the skin as he leaves soft kisses to smooth the area. You're sure he's going to leave hickeys on you. Vernon's nose brushes against yours. He leans in, catching your lower lips between his own. He sucks on them softly. Your hands move from holding his back to grabbing his hair as you pull him down. A whine escapes your lips when you feel his hands trail lower and lower on your back, as you're pressed between his body and the car.

"Wait. What if someone sees us?" You asks breaking the kiss.

"Then let's give them a show baby." Vernon says catching you in another heated kiss.

Vernon kisses you like he is possessed. Like a man starved. Like you are the first meal he's had in days. Your lips move in rhythm, your lips part and his tongue finds it's way in, playing with yours in the same familiar rhythm. He continues to kiss you as his mouth swallows the little whines that escape you.

Your lips detach from his as you suck in a breath, but he's over you again, lips taking your own in another kiss, it's like he's conveying all of his love to you in the kiss. He leaves wet trails down your neck, pecking your cheeks. Rubbing circles around your back. He holds you close, his bare torso flush against your body. You pull him into another kiss, and he lest you take control. You kiss each other until that's all you can taste.

Vernon has his eyes closed as he holds you to him. His breath fans against your neck.

"Whoa. Ummm." You step back, looking at your boyfriend, his already tousled hair are somehow even more messy. His dark eyes look at you with the same emotion of love that he always carries for you.

"What is it, babygirl?" Vernon asks tilting his head. There is a teasing edge to his tone that tells that he has been enjoying your suffering.

"Can you not stare at me like that." You look at him with the best frown you can muster but your ears and cheeks are flushed. He's making you flustered. Damn him.

"Stare like what hmm?" Vernon asks but you're already just whining as you bury your face in his bare chest, holding your arms against his waist. "Ughhhhh. You're the worst."

Vernon has a cocky grin as he ruffles your hair, pressing his face against your head. "Keep saying that love. But we both know who's the flustered one here, he teases back." You try to stub your toe over his but he's fast, moving his feet to the side laughing at your attempt to hide how flustered you really are.

"Lest get you back home yeah?" He asks, as you lookup at him, still flushed, still pouting at him.

Vernon can't help but place his lips over yours, giving you another kiss. He loves you. He loves the way you act like you hate his touch, when it's the one thing you seem to crave. He loves kissing the shyness away from your lips. He's a man in love. And he won't have it any other way.

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[kwanrose]

I changed my blog theme guyssss. Lemme know how it is.

[kwanrose]

Cute Mess

genre: fluff, girl dad vernon cuz why not ;) wc: <1k a/n: welp, ig i'm sorry i kinda disappeared from here 😔 💔 personal life was busy, but im back, and i'll try to write more over here! i also wanna thank my friend for motivating me with the idea of girldad vernon. i owe you one 🥹 ✊🏼

It’s a rather quiet evening. Sunlight filters in through the bedroom windows. The curtains sway slightly from the gentle breeze that is flowing outside. 

The house is quiet, save for whatever program is playing on the tv, long forgotten. Vernon is sitting on a sofa, and in his lap sits his three year old daughter Lily. Her face is scrunched in the kind of focus only toddlers her age could muster. Her hair is messy, stray strands covering her forehead—a result of the countless hours she spent playing around.

Vernon scrunches his face as Lily holds a bright red lipstick in her hands.

“Appa focus!” she says, leaning over, as she carefully presses it against his lips. Vernon goes perfectly still as he lets his daughter doodle on his face.

“Okay. just like this." She says, nodding her head as she squints her eyes at her dad. 

Vernon sighs but the corner of his lips turn upwards, a small smile playing on his lips as he looks at his daughter fussing over his makeup. Your makeup is messed up in the vanity, a lip stick rolled down here, a mascara placed there. The makeup brushes are long forgotten on the floor at this point.

“You know your mama will not be too happy about this right?” Vernon asks his daughter as she attempts to stand in his lap. He feels lily dab a brush against his cheeks. Bright red powder falls on his t-shirt, and Vernon can't help the chuckle that escapes his lips as he looks at his situation.

“Look at this appa, you look so pretty.’ she states as she looks at the artwork she created on his face, nodding her head in approval. 

“Hmm, Is that so?” Vernon asks Lily and she hums. “You look pretty just like mama” she states. 

...............................

You don't know whether to laugh or cry. Standing in the door, the words of greeting die in your mouth when you look at the state of your  bedroom. 

“...and what do we have here?” you ask, stepping in, wincing as you take in the image of your husband. There he is, hair pulled in lopsided ponytails with glittery rainbow pins, lipstick smudged across his cheeks. And somehow he still looks so pretty?

The cause of this tiny chaos seems to recognize you there too, because she's grinning as she gets off Vernon's lap.

“Mama look! I did appa’s makeup!” she chirps.

“Oh did you now?’ you ask, glaring at Vernon and the tiny monster standing in front of you now.

“Ahm," Lily puffs out her chest. "I told appa he looks just as pretty as you do.” she says, as she proudly looks back at you, you scowl at Vernon and he raises his hands up in mock surrender. 

“I can explain." he scrambles. "I was forced into it” he grins sheepishly, holding his hands up in surrender. and despite yourself, despite the mess on the table and that the lipstick was now practically useless, you can't help but let out a giggle. 

The giggle turns into a full laugh the moment Vernon actually turns to look at the side mirror and you see the way realization hits him. He looks like a love struck mess.

“Oh you little devil." he says, grabbing your daughter as she tries to run away shrieking. You can't help as you take out your phone recording the whole thing because it's so silly. Yes you're mad that a mess was created but there is a sense of fondness as you look at the way Vernon laughs as his daughter tugs against his grip. Vernon grins back at you, his eyes turning into crescents.

Clearing your throat you put your phone back and walk over to them, Vernon immediately pulls you close, whispering a quiet “sorry for the mess.” as he places a small kiss against your head.

You merely shrug your shoulders as you sigh. “I don't mind if it makes you look this funny. It was funny." You add and Vernon smiles against your cheeks, as you both look over at your daughter who is now busy playing with her stuffed toys in the corner.

“But you do owe me a new lipstick though.” you frown at your husband. 

"That was a given after the mess we made." Vernon says as he leans his head against your shoulders.

“And no more experiments with my makeup.” you hold your finger up, giving him your best glare.

“I make no promise," Vernon says, you lunge at him but he is quick, laughing as he suddenly runs off to where Lily is playing. 

“Hey! Get back here, you need to clean the mess, " you yell behind him.

“Coming right up,” Vernon says, picking your daughter as he grabs a pack of wet wipes to clean the room.

And despite Vernon looking like a goofy ball, with your tiny menace of a daughter trailing right behind with her usual mischievous grin—you think you don't mind having your makeup ruined. You love your family and the cute mess they make. And you won't have it any other way.

[rosequartz-archive]

Why does every girl dad you write just get cuter and cuter? 😭 I loved this so much!!!

[kwanrose]

AHH WHY IM FLATTERED LOL. IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THIS LOVE!!!

[kwanrose]

Cute Mess

genre: fluff, girl dad vernon cuz why not ;) wc: <1k a/n: welp, ig i'm sorry i kinda disappeared from here 😔 💔 personal life was busy, but im back, and i'll try to write more over here! i also wanna thank my friend for motivating me with the idea of girldad vernon. i owe you one 🥹 ✊🏼

It’s a rather quiet evening. Sunlight filters in through the bedroom windows. The curtains sway slightly from the gentle breeze that is flowing outside. 

The house is quiet, save for whatever program is playing on the tv, long forgotten. Vernon is sitting on a sofa, and in his lap sits his three year old daughter Lily. Her face is scrunched in the kind of focus only toddlers her age could muster. Her hair is messy, stray strands covering her forehead—a result of the countless hours she spent playing around.

Vernon scrunches his face as Lily holds a bright red lipstick in her hands.

“Appa focus!” she says, leaning over, as she carefully presses it against his lips. Vernon goes perfectly still as he lets his daughter doodle on his face.

“Okay. just like this." She says, nodding her head as she squints her eyes at her dad. 

Vernon sighs but the corner of his lips turn upwards, a small smile playing on his lips as he looks at his daughter fussing over his makeup. Your makeup is messed up in the vanity, a lip stick rolled down here, a mascara placed there. The makeup brushes are long forgotten on the floor at this point.

“You know your mama will not be too happy about this right?” Vernon asks his daughter as she attempts to stand in his lap. He feels lily dab a brush against his cheeks. Bright red powder falls on his t-shirt, and Vernon can't help the chuckle that escapes his lips as he looks at his situation.

“Look at this appa, you look so pretty.’ she states as she looks at the artwork she created on his face, nodding her head in approval. 

“Hmm, Is that so?” Vernon asks Lily and she hums. “You look pretty just like mama” she states. 

...............................

You don't know whether to laugh or cry. Standing in the door, the words of greeting die in your mouth when you look at the state of your  bedroom. 

“...and what do we have here?” you ask, stepping in, wincing as you take in the image of your husband. There he is, hair pulled in lopsided ponytails with glittery rainbow pins, lipstick smudged across his cheeks. And somehow he still looks so pretty?

The cause of this tiny chaos seems to recognize you there too, because she's grinning as she gets off Vernon's lap.

“Mama look! I did appa’s makeup!” she chirps.

“Oh did you now?’ you ask, glaring at Vernon and the tiny monster standing in front of you now.

“Ahm," Lily puffs out her chest. "I told appa he looks just as pretty as you do.” she says, as she proudly looks back at you, you scowl at Vernon and he raises his hands up in mock surrender. 

“I can explain." he scrambles. "I was forced into it” he grins sheepishly, holding his hands up in surrender. and despite yourself, despite the mess on the table and that the lipstick was now practically useless, you can't help but let out a giggle. 

The giggle turns into a full laugh the moment Vernon actually turns to look at the side mirror and you see the way realization hits him. He looks like a love struck mess.

“Oh you little devil." he says, grabbing your daughter as she tries to run away shrieking. You can't help as you take out your phone recording the whole thing because it's so silly. Yes you're mad that a mess was created but there is a sense of fondness as you look at the way Vernon laughs as his daughter tugs against his grip. Vernon grins back at you, his eyes turning into crescents.

Clearing your throat you put your phone back and walk over to them, Vernon immediately pulls you close, whispering a quiet “sorry for the mess.” as he places a small kiss against your head.

You merely shrug your shoulders as you sigh. “I don't mind if it makes you look this funny. It was funny." You add and Vernon smiles against your cheeks, as you both look over at your daughter who is now busy playing with her stuffed toys in the corner.

“But you do owe me a new lipstick though.” you frown at your husband. 

"That was a given after the mess we made." Vernon says as he leans his head against your shoulders.

“And no more experiments with my makeup.” you hold your finger up, giving him your best glare.

“I make no promise," Vernon says, you lunge at him but he is quick, laughing as he suddenly runs off to where Lily is playing. 

“Hey! Get back here, you need to clean the mess, " you yell behind him.

“Coming right up,” Vernon says, picking your daughter as he grabs a pack of wet wipes to clean the room.

And despite Vernon looking like a goofy ball, with your tiny menace of a daughter trailing right behind with her usual mischievous grin—you think you don't mind having your makeup ruined. You love your family and the cute mess they make. And you won't have it any other way.

[kwanrose]

hehe, guess what? i was supposed to write some stuff, but i procrastinated (how un-surprising), and ended up not writing anything in weeks. soo, since i've run out of inspo for my current wips. i was thinking, should i open up requests for small drabbles? if any of you got ideas about something to write, hit me up. i'll try to serve the delulu. 🫡✊🏼

[kwanrose]

oops, it's a prank!!

synopsis: it's april fools and there is no harm in a few pranks now, is it? genre: fluff, est. relationship wc: 1.7k a/n: is it silly to post something meant for april fools a whole month late? probably yes. however, we got free will, so fuck it we ball or whatever they say. i just needed to clear my drafts honestly. hopefully it's not too weird lol. if it is, then:😃 😛 💅🏼

it is early in the morning. light filters in through the living room windows, the walls glow in a soft yellow light. the wind is carrying along the scent of blooming spring flowers. seungcheol has just woken up, he is stretching on the couch, arms flexing as his hair falling messily on his forehead. his eyes are half closed as he leans back, letting out a deep breath. the calm doesn't last as a sudden scream jolts him up.

"ACKKKK." you scream on top of your lungs. seungcheol is by your side in minutes. "what happened love?" his eyes hold that concerned look as he takes in sight infront of him. you are standing in your pjs from last night, hair tied messily, eyes wide, as you jump from over the couch to the table, and then behind seungcheol.

"there's a mouse under the bin." you say, as you peek up at him from behind his shoulders, eyes still wide.

"WHAT???" now its seungcheols turn to panic, as he looks at you genuinely terrified. all the sleepiness has vanished from his veins.

"YES EXACTLY." you say terrified, as you gesture towards the bin. "I was here to grab my hoodie before making breakfast, and suddenly i saw a thing move."

"but are you sure its under the bin?' seungcheol asks, as he eyes the basket. "yess, i made sure it was under the bin," you tell cheol, eyes holding that terrified expression as you push him towards the bin.

seungcheol eyes the bin cautiously. "okay, i need you to bring a broom, and stay calm." he says. "let me see how to deal with this." you do as he says, handing him a broom, and stand right next to him.

"i thought you'd jump to the couch." seungcheol says, as he leans a little closer to the bin, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"you're a better sheild." you mutter, clucthing the fabric of his hoodie, as you stand behind him.

"i cant hit it if you are behind me, what if i hit you by mistake." seungcheol says, breathing in, as he eyes the bin.

"okay, ill stand a lil to the side." you say, a ghost of smile threatning to break, but you get back in focus.

"alright, hitting it in 3, 2, 1." cheol counts down, before he strikes the bin, it goes flying to the side, cheol is ready to hit, expecting a mouse running out. what he hoewver does not expect, is a wireless mouse sitting perfectly on the floor. just like that.

his hands freeze mid air, before he turns around slowly. his head lifts up, and he gives you a clear dead pan. "love, seriously?"

you however are doubling over on the couch, hysterically laughing as you move towards him.

"oops baby, it's a prank." you giggle. cheol is staring at you at this point.

"happy april fools." you say, walking over to him as you poke his cheeks. he swats your hand away, but that only makes you ruffle his hair farther.

"come on. it was a good one." you say, teasing him. seungcheol pouts at you. "i was planning to lay on the couch and sleep." he says sulking.

"well now we have a memory to laugh about."

seungcheol groans. "dont tell me youre going to weaponize this against me."

you grin back at him. "you know how it is." giving him a quick peck, before heading back to the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

—

youre sitting on the dining table, breakfast is simple as seungcheol puts coffee on the table. and you open the dunk-in sauce. putting it on your pancakes.

"you want some?" you ask cheol. "too sweet" he shakes his head as he pushes a cup of coffee by your side.

"okay." you say putting it aside, slightly kicking his leg from under the table, the same teasing look in your eyes. cheol gives you a victimized look, as he takes a sip of his coffee.

you roll your sleeves up, and take a bite of your pan cakes, before spitting it out almost immediately. you eyes burn from the hot chilli taste in your mouth,

"WHAT IS THIS." you gasp, taking a sip of your coffee, only to spit that out too, as you rush to the sink. "CHOI SEUNGCHEOL." you seeth as you rinse your mouth.

it is now seungcheol's turn to laugh his heart out, his face is breaking into a grin so wide, you want to punch him, as he covers his mouth with his arms, shoulders shaking from hysteria.

"oops, baby. its a prank.' he says. grinning as he walks over to you.

"i hate you." you swat his hands away. now its your turn to sulk as you sit back on the chair, pushing the plate away.

"oh noo," cheol coos at you. hes insufferable as he teases you. you turn your face away, mostly just embarassed to get pranked right after you thought you won with your prank in the morning.

"come here." seungcheol says as he tugs your arms, using his legs to pull your chair closer to him.

"whaaaat." you say. youre just dragging it out, as you lean your head against his biceps. "when did you swap the sauce in the bottle. you ask, taking a bite of his pancakes. he pushes a new coffee cup towards your side. you eye it scepticallly, giving cheol a suspicious look. he raises his hands in the air. "i promise, this one's not tampered with." he says, taking a sip of it, smiling slightly, as he bumps his shoulder with yours. you both share your breakfast like that. arguing and laughing over who carried out the better prank.

after breakfast, cheol puts the dishes to the side, while you go out to water the plants. its a mundane activity really—you love the little garden in the backyard of your house. seungcheol and you share a lot of fond memories there—of mornings standing there and talking, evenings sitting on the grass. late nights spent stargazing.

as you pick up the hose to water the tulips, seungcheol opens the back door—to help you out, and spent time together—but as soon as he opens the door, a light bucket of water falls straight onto him. you blink, cheol blinks back. and then hell breaks lose.

"GET BACK HERE." cheol's sound echoes behind you but you are already running up towards the out door seating area, cheol at your tail.

"YOU'RE SO DONE BABY." he says, as you both stand on opposite side sof the sofa. he is soaked from head to toe, water dripping through his hair strands.

"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!" you reply back, running towards the door to the inside, but cheol is fast, and even if you try to run towards the plants, you can feel him gaining behind you, just when you have reached the door to get inside, you find yourself getting yanked behind, and suddenly you're falling down. cheol cushions the fall with his hands. you both collapse on the soft grass.

your grin is still intact, though you are painful of the close proximity with seungcheol. his hair strands are wet, water dripping down, you can trace his features, the familiar curve of his jaw, his deep black eyes.

"aren't you a mischievious little thing." cheol says. his nose is almost touching yours now.

"wouldnt you like to know." you tease back, your breath is slightly hitched, though you try your best to not show it.

he leans in, and you think he's almost going to kiss you, but he just pulls up the water pipe from your side. sending a cocky smirk as he looks at your reaction, before he pushes himself, and pulls you up by one arm.

he's already turning around, watering the plants.

"HEY." you say, walking up to him. he looks at you. "what?"

you frown at him, a pout forming on your lips.

"where's my kiss?" you ask, tone half sulking half accusatory.

"i dont know, why am i soaked right now." seungcheol says.

"it was a prank," you say huffing as you cross your hands.

"i dont know, was it?" he ponders, turning around.

you walk up to him, and try to get a kiss from him. seungcheol being the tease he is, leans in but just as you think he's going to kiss you, he moves aside.

it continues like that all the way throughout the morning, he always leans in, and you think maybe he is going to kiss you, but he's turning the other way, or putting your hair behind your ear. and the painful thing is he knows. every time he leans in, he knows he's teasing you, and he knows its working. and damn does he enjoy it.

by lunch time, it has happened quite a few times, and now you're done with him, so you don't even look at him, sulking by yourself as you bite the food with more force then necessary, avoiding him, as you go back to sit on the couch, turning on a show you won't watch.

"you're brooding." a voice says behind you. you don't respond. you can feel the couch is dripping by your side , you turn the other way, but cheol is pulling you back, until you're flush by his side.

"go away." you say, though it lacks any real bite. however, cheol is already holding your chin with his hands, making you look up at him

"aww, is my baby mad i didnt kiss her?" cheol asks cooing.

"i hate you." you say, and cheol smirks. "you sure about that?" he teases.

"100%" you reply back, your sulking couldn't have been more clear.

"then how do i redeem myself?" he asks, as he plants a soft kiss to your cheeks. "i was a bit of an ass earlier."

'glad to know you're self aware." you say, giving him a side eye, but breaking into a smile as he kisses you again, and again, and again.

"you know, i was so sure you would be the one sulking because of my pranks." you say.

"that so?" cheol asks, his lips hovering over your ears. ahmm you say

well it was good to see you sulking, wanting my kisses. he says as he plants soft kisses all across your face. You're both smiling as he reaches out to pull the remote, wanting to enjoy some show together, but he stops mid way.

"…Is that …?" truly he is speechless because there you have removed all cells from the remote.

"you're stuck with watching my show now." You poke his sides playfully.

"oh you're a menace, tell me where the batteries are." he whines.

"make me" you bite back, and so seungcheol is tackling you on the couch, tickling you to oblivion as your both giggles echo in the living room.

this was definitely one of the best April fools in a while.

[rosequartz-archive]

This was so sweet, they're both such menaces yet so cute 😭

[kwanrose]

[kwanrose]

oops, it's a prank!!

synopsis: it's april fools and there is no harm in a few pranks now, is it? genre: fluff, est. relationship wc: 1.7k a/n: is it silly to post something meant for april fools a whole month late? probably yes. however, we got free will, so fuck it we ball or whatever they say. i just needed to clear my drafts honestly. hopefully it's not too weird lol. if it is, then:😃 😛 💅🏼

it is early in the morning. light filters in through the living room windows, the walls glow in a soft yellow light. the wind is carrying along the scent of blooming spring flowers. seungcheol has just woken up, he is stretching on the couch, arms flexing as his hair falling messily on his forehead. his eyes are half closed as he leans back, letting out a deep breath. the calm doesn't last as a sudden scream jolts him up.

"ACKKKK." you scream on top of your lungs. seungcheol is by your side in minutes. "what happened love?" his eyes hold that concerned look as he takes in sight infront of him. you are standing in your pjs from last night, hair tied messily, eyes wide, as you jump from over the couch to the table, and then behind seungcheol.

"there's a mouse under the bin." you say, as you peek up at him from behind his shoulders, eyes still wide.

"WHAT???" now its seungcheols turn to panic, as he looks at you genuinely terrified. all the sleepiness has vanished from his veins.

"YES EXACTLY." you say terrified, as you gesture towards the bin. "I was here to grab my hoodie before making breakfast, and suddenly i saw a thing move."

"but are you sure its under the bin?' seungcheol asks, as he eyes the basket. "yess, i made sure it was under the bin," you tell cheol, eyes holding that terrified expression as you push him towards the bin.

seungcheol eyes the bin cautiously. "okay, i need you to bring a broom, and stay calm." he says. "let me see how to deal with this." you do as he says, handing him a broom, and stand right next to him.

"i thought you'd jump to the couch." seungcheol says, as he leans a little closer to the bin, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"you're a better sheild." you mutter, clucthing the fabric of his hoodie, as you stand behind him.

"i cant hit it if you are behind me, what if i hit you by mistake." seungcheol says, breathing in, as he eyes the bin.

"okay, ill stand a lil to the side." you say, a ghost of smile threatning to break, but you get back in focus.

"alright, hitting it in 3, 2, 1." cheol counts down, before he strikes the bin, it goes flying to the side, cheol is ready to hit, expecting a mouse running out. what he hoewver does not expect, is a wireless mouse sitting perfectly on the floor. just like that.

his hands freeze mid air, before he turns around slowly. his head lifts up, and he gives you a clear dead pan. "love, seriously?"

you however are doubling over on the couch, hysterically laughing as you move towards him.

"oops baby, it's a prank." you giggle. cheol is staring at you at this point.

"happy april fools." you say, walking over to him as you poke his cheeks. he swats your hand away, but that only makes you ruffle his hair farther.

"come on. it was a good one." you say, teasing him. seungcheol pouts at you. "i was planning to lay on the couch and sleep." he says sulking.

"well now we have a memory to laugh about."

seungcheol groans. "dont tell me youre going to weaponize this against me."

you grin back at him. "you know how it is." giving him a quick peck, before heading back to the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

—

youre sitting on the dining table, breakfast is simple as seungcheol puts coffee on the table. and you open the dunk-in sauce. putting it on your pancakes.

"you want some?" you ask cheol. "too sweet" he shakes his head as he pushes a cup of coffee by your side.

"okay." you say putting it aside, slightly kicking his leg from under the table, the same teasing look in your eyes. cheol gives you a victimized look, as he takes a sip of his coffee.

you roll your sleeves up, and take a bite of your pan cakes, before spitting it out almost immediately. you eyes burn from the hot chilli taste in your mouth,

"WHAT IS THIS." you gasp, taking a sip of your coffee, only to spit that out too, as you rush to the sink. "CHOI SEUNGCHEOL." you seeth as you rinse your mouth.

it is now seungcheol's turn to laugh his heart out, his face is breaking into a grin so wide, you want to punch him, as he covers his mouth with his arms, shoulders shaking from hysteria.

"oops, baby. its a prank.' he says. grinning as he walks over to you.

"i hate you." you swat his hands away. now its your turn to sulk as you sit back on the chair, pushing the plate away.

"oh noo," cheol coos at you. hes insufferable as he teases you. you turn your face away, mostly just embarassed to get pranked right after you thought you won with your prank in the morning.

"come here." seungcheol says as he tugs your arms, using his legs to pull your chair closer to him.

"whaaaat." you say. youre just dragging it out, as you lean your head against his biceps. "when did you swap the sauce in the bottle. you ask, taking a bite of his pancakes. he pushes a new coffee cup towards your side. you eye it scepticallly, giving cheol a suspicious look. he raises his hands in the air. "i promise, this one's not tampered with." he says, taking a sip of it, smiling slightly, as he bumps his shoulder with yours. you both share your breakfast like that. arguing and laughing over who carried out the better prank.

after breakfast, cheol puts the dishes to the side, while you go out to water the plants. its a mundane activity really—you love the little garden in the backyard of your house. seungcheol and you share a lot of fond memories there—of mornings standing there and talking, evenings sitting on the grass. late nights spent stargazing.

as you pick up the hose to water the tulips, seungcheol opens the back door—to help you out, and spent time together—but as soon as he opens the door, a light bucket of water falls straight onto him. you blink, cheol blinks back. and then hell breaks lose.

"GET BACK HERE." cheol's sound echoes behind you but you are already running up towards the out door seating area, cheol at your tail.

"YOU'RE SO DONE BABY." he says, as you both stand on opposite side sof the sofa. he is soaked from head to toe, water dripping through his hair strands.

"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!" you reply back, running towards the door to the inside, but cheol is fast, and even if you try to run towards the plants, you can feel him gaining behind you, just when you have reached the door to get inside, you find yourself getting yanked behind, and suddenly you're falling down. cheol cushions the fall with his hands. you both collapse on the soft grass.

your grin is still intact, though you are painful of the close proximity with seungcheol. his hair strands are wet, water dripping down, you can trace his features, the familiar curve of his jaw, his deep black eyes.

"aren't you a mischievious little thing." cheol says. his nose is almost touching yours now.

"wouldnt you like to know." you tease back, your breath is slightly hitched, though you try your best to not show it.

he leans in, and you think he's almost going to kiss you, but he just pulls up the water pipe from your side. sending a cocky smirk as he looks at your reaction, before he pushes himself, and pulls you up by one arm.

he's already turning around, watering the plants.

"HEY." you say, walking up to him. he looks at you. "what?"

you frown at him, a pout forming on your lips.

"where's my kiss?" you ask, tone half sulking half accusatory.

"i dont know, why am i soaked right now." seungcheol says.

"it was a prank," you say huffing as you cross your hands.

"i dont know, was it?" he ponders, turning around.

you walk up to him, and try to get a kiss from him. seungcheol being the tease he is, leans in but just as you think he's going to kiss you, he moves aside.

it continues like that all the way throughout the morning, he always leans in, and you think maybe he is going to kiss you, but he's turning the other way, or putting your hair behind your ear. and the painful thing is he knows. every time he leans in, he knows he's teasing you, and he knows its working. and damn does he enjoy it.

by lunch time, it has happened quite a few times, and now you're done with him, so you don't even look at him, sulking by yourself as you bite the food with more force then necessary, avoiding him, as you go back to sit on the couch, turning on a show you won't watch.

"you're brooding." a voice says behind you. you don't respond. you can feel the couch is dripping by your side , you turn the other way, but cheol is pulling you back, until you're flush by his side.

"go away." you say, though it lacks any real bite. however, cheol is already holding your chin with his hands, making you look up at him

"aww, is my baby mad i didnt kiss her?" cheol asks cooing.

"i hate you." you say, and cheol smirks. "you sure about that?" he teases.

"100%" you reply back, your sulking couldn't have been more clear.

"then how do i redeem myself?" he asks, as he plants a soft kiss to your cheeks. "i was a bit of an ass earlier."

'glad to know you're self aware." you say, giving him a side eye, but breaking into a smile as he kisses you again, and again, and again.

"you know, i was so sure you would be the one sulking because of my pranks." you say.

"that so?" cheol asks, his lips hovering over your ears. ahmm you say

well it was good to see you sulking, wanting my kisses. he says as he plants soft kisses all across your face. You're both smiling as he reaches out to pull the remote, wanting to enjoy some show together, but he stops mid way.

"…Is that …?" truly he is speechless because there you have removed all cells from the remote.

"you're stuck with watching my show now." You poke his sides playfully.

"oh you're a menace, tell me where the batteries are." he whines.

"make me" you bite back, and so seungcheol is tackling you on the couch, tickling you to oblivion as your both giggles echo in the living room.

this was definitely one of the best April fools in a while.

[kwanrose]

His Little Princess

Genre: Fluff, Seungcheol as a girl dad. WC: 3.2k

When Seungcheol first met you, it was the start of freshman year in college for you both. You shared the same classes, had the same friends circle, and your interests kept aligning together. You both started dating not long after, and though there were many ups and downs in your relationship, you always found your way back to each other.

Years later, you both are successful in your respective careers, married, and have a daughter—a two year old meance with pouty lips and sparkly hair ties. And Seungcheol could never be more content with his life.

Morning sun rays filter in through the curtains, illuminating the room in soft glow. The weather is slightly cold now, Seungcheol lays there in the comforter, eyes shut in sleep. A phone call wakes him from his slumber, the letters "my love" display on the glowing screen. He smiles with eyes half closed, answering as you call from miles away, caught in a seminar that needs your attendance.

Initially you were sceptical of this certain trip, worrying that Hana, your two year old, won't be able to get by without you. But Seungcheol reassured you not to worry, that he'd take care of it. You didn't want to burden him more knowing that the the business he runs can be demanding, but he firmly insisted that it will be fine.

So here you are, attending a conference in another corner of the world, while he stays home, managing his business, and taking care of your toddler—a very pouty, cute and bubbly little toddler.

"I miss you" the speaker phone sounds, carrying Seungcheol's words to you.

"I miss you more love," you say back. Because it's true. It's only been two days into the week long trip and you can't wait to get back and cuddle with cheol or carry Hana around as you do your work.

"A weekend will pass really soon," cheol reassures through the screen, though his pout is still up.

"I know, but still I wish it didn't have to be so long." You say as you look up at your husband. It's infuriating how attractive Seungcheol looks even when it's just him waking up with messy hair strands falling across his face. He lets out a low hum.

"I can't wait for you to return love, there's some unfinished business left between us." He implies as he looks at you with suggestive eyes.

"Oh go away." You scoff, but there's a smile to your face now.

"Is Hana up yet?" You ask.

"No, she's still out." Seungcheol says as he checks the baby monitor. "Oh wait," he suddenly gets up from the bed. "She's trying to get out of the crib", he says. "I'll get to you later so you can talk to her." His voiced is slightly panicked as he worries Hana might lose her balance and fall.

"Okay" you laugh as you see him rushing to her room and the call ends between you. A fellow colleague prompts you to enter the meeting hall, and you take one final look at your appearance before walking in.

A week managing a toddler without her mother is going to be hard.

And that's the truth.

"MAMAAAAA" Hana's sobs echo through the hallways as she thrashes against cheol's arms, her nose snotty and hair messy. She's still in her PJs. Hana had barely gotten out of the crib before cheol was by her side, taking her in his arms before she hit the floor or hurt herself.

"Shh shh" he gently rocks her, "Mama's not here right now baby."

Hana cries even harder at the mention of her mother not being there, and cheol internally curses himself, "it's okay baby, Appa is right here." He coos softly as he rocks her gently in his arms. Hana continues crying in his arms, as cheol rocks her back and forth, the cries eventually slow down, replaced by occasional hiccups as she stares with wobbly eyes and lips jutted out in a pout at her father, who is now making funny faces, and exaggerated expressions to calm her down. And there in his arms, with tears stroking her cheeks, Hana starts giggling. The sound is like music to Seungcheol, who can't help but smile along as he tickles his daughter carrying her out, the sound of soft laughter echoing through the hallways of the penthouse.

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Breakfast is rather simple, Seungcheol was expecting himself to be ready for a war, but Hana was surprisingly cooperative, taking up small bites from Seungcheol's hands.

"Look Hana." Seungcheol says, making up some weird expression to get her attention but Hana doesn't care. Her interested is more apparent in whatever small toys are fixed at the edge of her food tray, repeatedly moving then from one line to another. Well at least the distraction makes her forget that she is supposed to make eating food harder for her parents. Little wins, Seungcheol smiles to himself, as he takes out another another spoon and feeds it to Hana.

Somehow Hana manages to get food on her hands and around her cheeks, even while being fed by a hand. This is a toddler level skill Seungcheol has still to understand the bases of.

Cheol sighs, as he takes a wet wipe as he cleans Hana's hands, her little hands are so small in comparison to his big ones. He swipes her cheeks clean, Hana looks at him with curious eyes as he takes her hands in his own and kisses them. She giggles at that, kicking her feet and Seungcheol feels like his heart would explode. Sitting there, in front of him, was something he vowed to protect, and he would spend his whole life making sure his daughter always keeps laughing like that.

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The vanity mirror is illuminated by soft lights, casting a warm glow around the edges, it's cloudy outside, but everything in the penthouse is warm. Cheol stands in front of the mirror, crouching a little. In front of him, Hana sits in a sparkly pink dress, playing with your combs as Seungcheol tries his best to focus on the task in hand. Aka, making sure Hana's hair are styled properly.

He tries, he really does. But Hana keeps moving in front of him. He would try to straighten her head but she would keep looking side ways, distracted by all the makeup sitting there. "Hana baby look" Cheol says. And Hana looks up at him from the mirror. "Appa" she claims excitedly, moving forward to touch his reflection. "Appa here?" She frowns. Looking back at him, puzzled as she looks again at the reflection. Hana always gets confused around mirrors and her confusion is quite apparent right now.

"Yes baby that's a mirror, you can see your reflection." Cheol says looking down at her, while also taking the opportunity to tie one side of her hair in pigtails.

Somehow he manages to tie the other side too. He even adds some pink bowties and hair clips to her hair. It's loop sided and a little messy, but Hana looks cute nonetheless. And once again Cheol can't help but coo at her. He takes out his phone out and clicks a quick picture, sending it to you before putting his phone down. He pushes her dark bangs to the side and picks her up. Hana moves her arms around his neck like it's second nature, as he carries her out of the room.

Inside cheol's home office, the heaters are on. Seungcheol just has to go over some drafts his assistant sent him, and Hana accompanies him inside.

She's sitting on the mat in the center of the room, right In front of Seungcheol as he sits on the sofa adjacent to his work table.

Hana makes little sounds as she moves her toy cars over the mat, lost in her own rhythm. Cheol keeps looking at her while working on his laptop. Her soft sounds act as background that keeps him grounded as he works through the emails. A while later he feels Hana walking up besides him. She peeks up at him from the side of the table and cheol opens his arms ready to pick her into his lap.

Hana however, shakes her head. "Appa no. Hana do ish." She says, as she walks up to him, a car clutched in one hand as she tries to climb up to his lap.

Cheol tries to take her hands but she frowns at him, "Appaaa." She exclaims and Seungcheol huffs a laugh, looking at his daughter trying to be an independent girl. Really he's just proud of her. He then lowers his legs further as he leans over to pinch her cheeks and Hana babbles excitedly as she jumps over one of his legs and crawls to his lap. Showing him her new favorite car as she lays there pressed to his side.

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It happens too suddenly, one moment Hana is playing with cheol's sleeves, next she somehow manages to spill a glass of water onto the papers sitting on the table.

Seungcheol takes a moment to process how it happened, momentarily stunned. He takes a breath in to calm himself as he processes what happened. Hana senses that she has done something wrong, and when seungcheol looks at her with that specific gaze. She pouts up at him. "Appa mad?" She asks, sitting up. Her face is turned into a frown and before Seungcheol can say something, her eyes are already watering up. She still looks at him, as Seungcheol softly places his arms on her side, making her face him. He doesn't scold her. Doesn't reprimand her. But he gives her one look, and explains to her softly. "Appa isn't mad at you Hana" he says, brushing a hair past her forehead. "But you should be more careful baby, appa needs those papers for work, you can't do things like that." He tells her gently.

Hana looks at him as if she is thinking "No spill?" She says as she looks at him. "Yes baby, no spilling water." Seungcheol corrects. Hana takes out one finger as if she is making a promise. A habit she must've taken from you, and cheol raises his own hand and laces the finger across hers. "Isn't my daughter so smart", he says. Thinking about the fact that she knew how to make promises after watching you put your pinky out once or twice. "Smart just like her mama." He says, lifting her up and using his free hands to grab some tissues and wipe the table.

It is evening now, seungcheol is dressed up in an oversized hoodie. A beanie covers his head as he pushes Hana's stroller through the park. The wind is soft, grey clouds form beautiful patterns in the sky, the weather is just perfect as he sits on a bench, Hana is in the stroller facing him.

"Appa" she asks, looking up at him with the specific look that spells trouble. She clutches her stuffed bunny in her hands and points towards the ice cream machine. "Appa con tonnow". It takes Seungcheol a second to realize she means cornetto as he follows her line of sight, and spots the ice cream machine. How did she even find the ice cream truck, for a toddler she sure was trouble dressed up in speakrly dresses.

"Baby you just had a fever last week." Cheol reasons with her, adjusting the sweater around her little body—but hana just pouts, she knows just how to poke his soft spots. "Appa pwease." she says, big eyes looking up at him. And screw Seungcheol for he thinks he can never say no to his daughter, specially if she asks him like that. And so he gets up, holding her stroller, as he goes and gets her a wafer sandwich instead, its not too cold, and somehow—suspiciously to say the least, Hana accepts the choco sandwich even though she asked for a cornetto. Cheol crouches down infront of her, and Hana offers him her sandiwch, crumbs sticking to her small chubby fingers.

"Appa ewaet" she says, as cheol makes sure the bunny in her stroller doesn't fall. "Appa is okay baby," he says, "but you have to promise me something," his face is mock serious now. Hana stares at him, taking a bite of the choco sandwich, as she looks at him. "promise appa that you won't tell mama about it, this is like our little secret." he says, and Hana nods her hand, still chewing her sandwich as she lifts her pinky finger and interlaces it with cheol "okay pwomise" she says. And cheol shakes his head at how cute she looks like that. He gets up, "okay let's go home now shall we?" he asks Hana as he strolls back to the apartment complex, listening to Hana babble about the surrounding. There was nothing he loved more than this.

By the time evening rolls in, the warm living room lights are turned on, making the kitchen glow with a sense of coziness in it. Hana is sitting on the toddler chair, as cheol cuts some veggies to add in the pan. The only sound filling the quiet is Hana making her toddler sounds as she plays with her little toys, zooming them in the air, and the sound of oil sizzling in the pan. Hana looks up at cheol with curious eyes as he stirs the pan, occasionally talking to her and explaining what he's doing.

"…and then we add the sauces to the pan and it goes like swoosh" he makes animated sounds and funny expressions and Hana claps at that. "appa again" she squeals. and so cheol makes up another funny face, making animated poses as Hana's giggles fill the air.

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As cheol sets the plates down on the table he prompts to adjust Hana's chair right next to him, feeding her as he eats by himself. Hana chews the food surprisingly cooperative. usually he'd see how much trouble she'd give to you as you tried to feed her, but now she's too calm. That calm however does not last long because soon he has to deal with Hana's tantrums again. "Hana just a few more bites" he urges but Hana just shakes her head, looking the other way. "noooo" she says, hitting her hands on the small table Infront as if to prove her point. Cheol sighs, shaking his head. "What about this Hana, look." he says, "Is that your food is coming in an aeroplane?" Hanas ear perk up at the mention of aeroplane, as she looks at him making zooming motions with the spoon,the big buff man is now making silly motions to get his daughter to eat, and god does cheol love spending time with his daughter and feeding her like this. Hana opens her mouth to eat another few bites, and cheol succeeds to make her finish dinner.

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Cheol has just finished wiping the counters when his phone rings on the counter, picking it up, he smiles when he sees that it is you calling him. he swipes the call up and smiles at you "hey love" his voice is warm as he sees you from across the screen. "Hello baby, what are you up to?' your voice sounds on the mobile.

Hana hears your sound through the phone. MAMAA she squeals excitedly, trying to get off the chair and get to the phone. Cheol is by her side in seconds, gently taking her off the chair and carrying her to the sofa as she holds the phone. "MAMA" she beams up as she looks at your face. miles away, you smile at her cuteness, "Did you miss mama? you ask her, and she nods her eyes getting wobbly. "Aww it's okay Hana, mama is coming back soon." Cheol says softly, adjusting her on his lap.

"Yes baby, and mama will make you chocolate cookies when she gets back." You say to her, as she lets out a lone sniffle. "pwomise?" she asks and you nod, "Yes baby, mama promises you " Hana smiles at that, she's blabbering about her day, telling you what she did as cheol looks fondly at the whole exchange. His two favorite girls are talking to each other through the phone. Occasionally he corrects Hana's spellings so she can speak properly.

…and we had con tonnow" she says as she tells you about going to the park. "what did she say," you sit up, and suddenly cheol is scrambling. "baby I can explain, He sits up and takes the phone in his hands.

"you let her have ice cream? you ask raising your eyebrows. "Well technically it was a cone sandwich" He says scratching the back of his head, as he gives you a seepish smile. You give him a dead pan look as he scrambles fumbling upon his words as he tells you "I promise I checked the temperature, it wasn't cold.

"This was supposed to be our secret Hana, cheol pouts at her and she giggles at her dad's antics, reaching out to grasp her teddy from the side, as you lecture seungcheol about Hana getting fever again.

You keep talking for a while, between cheol asking about your work and updating about what happened during the day. Hana is yawning in his lap now, face planted against his chest as she looks at you drowsily. You say your goodbyes to them, so that Hana can go to sleep and both of you can rest after the long day. You can't wait to see your family again, just a few days of seminar left, it feels like forever.

By the time cheol baths Hana, she is already fast asleep, dressed in her soft teddy bear PJs, her chest rising and falling softly as her brushes hair strands from her face. Seungcheol sits there for a long while, looking at the way her hands hold her bunny in one hand and tightly grip his sleeves in the other. He takes in her small nose and thick eyebrows, a trait she got from him no doubt, and he thanks the universe for letting him have something so beautiful. Years ago, this was a dream he never let himself imagine, but now, being a husband and a father was the best thing to ever happen to him. And he would spend forever, working to give you both the best life.

"Good night hana," he whispers as he leans in to kiss her forehead, "Appa loves you so much baby", he says, as he slowly gets up, careful not to wake her up. He adjusts the blanket around her, switching on the soft nightlights as he stands in the door way, taking in the soft glowing room as he shuts the door, to finally clean up the house before going to sleep.

And Seungcheol thinks to himself that he is one extremely lucky man.

[kwanrose]

A Trip to the Toy Store

Genre: fluff, est. relationship, wonwoo as a dad. wc: 1.8k a/n: i so love dad! svt :) divider credits to @pixopix

the door to the toy store opens with a bell, and the sound of tiny foot steps running fast echoes through the silence. behind the counter, the staff smiles when they see the little fluff ball running towards the racks.

"hello hyunwoo." the old lady says, walking up towards the little boy, dressed in a dinosaur hoodie. wonwoo walks in not far behind, carrying his two year old daughter, byul. she is wearing a glittery coat, and her braids are visible from under the furry cap she's been forced to wear.

hyunwoo, looks at the staff shyly, as he stands behind wonwoo, tiny hands holding to his coat. wonwoo puts his hand out for hyunwoo, gently tugging him forward. "hyunwoo-ah, what do we do when someone says hello to us?" he asks, looking at his son.

"hello auntie." hyunwoo bows down, hands folded neatly infront of him. he looks up at the staff. the old lady chuckles at him. "aigoo, such a well mannered kid." she says, as she looks up at wonwoo.

byul who has been seeing the whole exchange, waves her tiny hands at her. "hewoo" her voice is soft but sure, eyes shining brightly as she smiles at the staff lady. byul is the confident kid, while hyunwoo takes after his father, the quiet and shy one.

"and what made these angels come to our shop today?" the old lady asks. "get toys!!" byul states excitedly, as she giggles while looking at her father.

hyunwoo smiles at his sister, as he tugs his father's hand towards the toy racks. byul tugs his shoulder, "appa, down." she says, as wonwoo lets her down on the polished floors as she runs behind her brother. her little shoes make squeaky noices against the floor.

"what are you going to get hyunwoo?" wonwoo asks pushing his glasses on his nose, as he crouches besides his son. byul is standing right next to him, her eyes are big and curious as she looks at the racks and racks of toys.

"i want to get everything." hyunwoo's mouth is wide open, as he looks at all the flashy cars lining up the shelves. wonwoo chuckles adjusting hyunwoo's cap. "mama said you can get two toys." then he leans in, his tone conspiratory next to hyunwoo's ear. "but appa will let you get four toys, whichever ones you want." his eyes hold mischief, as he winks at his son.

hyunwoo's eyes brighten as a grin forms on his face. "really?" he asks, "would mama get mad?" he's looking at wonwoo with hope in his eyes. wonwoo smiles, "i'll talk to mama, you can get two more toys." he says, as he pats his shoulder. hyunwoo grins, running towards an adjacent shelf as he looks at the toys stacked there.

wonwoo gets up, frowning because byul isn't at his side. he looks around, and a few steps away, byul is sitting with a teddy on the floor, as she reaches out to grab a few more teddies on the bottom shelf. but before she can reach for them, wonwoo is by her side, picking her and the teddy bear up.

"byul-ah." wonwoo says, as she reaches to grab the teddy from his hands. byul looks up at him, pouting because the teddy bear is too big for her to handle. wonwoo chuckles at her expression, adjusting her on his arms. "baby we are not supposed to put the toys on the floor, they will get dirty." he tells her gently. byul nods in understanding, "m-kayy." she says, already distracted by the fur on wonwoo's coat. wonwoo smiles, carrying her to where hyunwoo stands.

"chose your toys, big boy?" he asks, as the little boy looks up at him. he's holding two lego sets. hyunwoo holds them out to wonwoo. "can i get these appa?" he asks his father.

"of course, whatever you want." wonwoo tells him. hyunwoo nods his head. "but where do i put these?" he's looking up at him, the lego sets are too big for him to carry. wonwoo gestures towards the trolley next to them.

"i didn't see you bring this!" hyunwoo's eyes light up as he rushes towards the cart. "can i sit on this?" his eyes are hopeful as he turns back to his father. wonwoo hums, walking towards his son. he sets byul and her teddy bear down, hyunwoo puts his lego sets in the cart, before he is holding his arms up. hyunwoo grins as wonwoo picks him up.

"you're getting heavy." wonwoo says as he puts him next to byul, who giggles as hyunwoo puts his arms behind her. wonwoo smiles at them, "you didnt get four toys though?" he asks hyunwoo, who looks up, eyes getting a little wide. "i got excited seeing the legos, i forgot about it. can i get out?" he asks his father.

wonwoo chuckles, as he picks him up, getting him out, but byul wants to follow her brother too. "appa, out.' she says, and wonwoo smiles, setting her down too, as she folows her brother.

Hyunwoo holds her hands tightly, as they both walk down the shelves stacked with toys. Hyunwoo picks up a stuffed dinosaur, and holds it to his father, "appa look!" he says, this one looks like my jacket. wonwoo hums, "it looks cute, do you want it?" hyunwoo nods, putting it in the cart, all the while he is holding byul who is getting visibly tired, but still stubborn as she walks around holding her brother's hands.

"i still have to get one more toy" hyunwoo says, as wonwoo adjusts, byul's cap, she frowns, about to take her cap off, but he's already tied its strings under her chin. "got you naughty princess." wonwoo smiles at her frown, as she looks accusingly at her father, she pouts then, turning towards her brother, again holding his hands, as hyunwoo gives her a kiss.

"can we get this for mama?' hyunwoo asks, looking at at wonwoo. "i've got the toys i want." he says, as he holds up a little whale plushie. "mama says she likes cute things."

wonwoo smiles at his little boy, "you sure? do you not want anything for yourself?" he asks, but hyunwoo shakes his head smiling at him, as he puts the plushies to the cart.

byul has found attention in a medium sized doll on the same rack, as she brings it to her father. "appa this." she says, as she holds it out to him, before she is running away again. wonwoo smiles, that even if she is little, she still knows that wonwoo will get her whatever she wants. he loves being a safe space for his family.

"alright champ, should we go now?" he asks his son, who nods, before he is running behind byul and holding her hands. "byul-ah, dont run like that, you will get lost!" he tells her. even if the shop is small and secure, hyunwoo has always been extra protective of his sister.

wonwoo chuckles, taking his phone out as he takes a picture of them both. his son was just like him, always caring for everyone. wonwoo finds this really sweet.

they check out after paying at the counter. wonwoo holds the shopping bags, as hyunwoo and byul walk infront of him. hyunwoo is walking at a slightly slower pace, holding his sisters hands. byul is busy babbling randomly to him, and hyunwoo is listening to her, both of them talking about getting home to show you what they bought.

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you have just finished making dinner when the front door of the house opens, and in comes hyunwoo, running fast, as byul giggles following him, the sound of shoes squeaking echo through the wide hallway.

"MAMA WE'RE BACK." hyunwoo says, as he rushes to you, hugging your legs, byul follows behind, "MAMA UPPP" she says, as you lean in, ruffling hyunwoo's hair, giving him a kiss, before picking up byul, kissing her soft cheeks.

"did my babies have fun?" you ask, and hyunwoo hums, "i got you something too!" he says proudly, just as wonwoo enters from the door, holding the bags. you smile as wonwoo walks where you all stand. "Good Evening" he says, leaning in to kiss you, before byul is shifting in your arms, eager to be held by her father.

"hyunwoo is already taking the bags from wonwoo's hands as he tugs your arms. "Mama look at what we bought!" he says, leading you towards the lounge. wonwoo follows behind, holding byul, who is now slightly drowsy. "Easy princess, we have to eat dinner." he says to her softly. byul lets out a sound that sounds like a tiny groan, as she frowns at him, but eventually she starts playing with the necklace dangling across wonwoo's neck.

hyunwoo takes out the lego sets, putting them in your lap. "i got these so i can play with appa." he says, showing them to you and wonwoo. "can we play with these soon?" he asks looking at wonwoo. wonwoo nods, "of course, little man, lets build them on the weekend." he says and hyunwoo nods smiling.

"show me what else you got?" you ask and hyunwoo takes out a dinosaur plushie. "appa said i could get four toys, so i got a plushie. he says, he looks unsure, so you smile at him, pushing his hairs aside from his face.

"it's okay, appa can get you a few extra toys here and there." you say, and wonwoo smirks by your side. "you know i was ready for you to be mad at me." he says. "im actually a very chill mom, thank you very much." you side eye wonwoo, who just bumps his legs with yours.

"…anddd, i got this for you." hyunwoo says, now holding the whale plushie. "it looked cute, and you like cute things." he says, looking proud as he holds it in front of you.

"oh my, sweetheart. this is so nice of you," you say as you take the plushie from his hands. hyunwoo looks proud. "appa said i could get something for myself, but i got this for you!" he says, as you pull him to a hug.

"isn't my baby so sweet." you say as he hugs you back. hyunwoo giggles a that, leaning in to kiss you, followed by a kiss to wonwoo. he then settles between you both.

wonwoo puts an arm around your shoulders, as hyunwoo leans against his arm. your daughter is already snoring as her face is buried in wonwoo's chest. "byul slept before she could show you her toys." hyunwoo says as a little yawn escapes him.

"lets get you to eat dinner, and then you can sleep too." wonwoo says, standing up, as he tries to wake byul for dinner. you grab hyunwoo's hands, as he follows his parents to the dining area. a soft evening wraps up like that.

[kwanrose]

oops, it's a prank!!

synopsis: it's april fools and there is no harm in a few pranks now, is it? genre: fluff, est. relationship wc: 1.7k a/n: is it silly to post something meant for april fools a whole month late? probably yes. however, we got free will, so fuck it we ball or whatever they say. i just needed to clear my drafts honestly. hopefully it's not too weird lol. if it is, then:😃 😛 💅🏼

it is early in the morning. light filters in through the living room windows, the walls glow in a soft yellow light. the wind is carrying along the scent of blooming spring flowers. seungcheol has just woken up, he is stretching on the couch, arms flexing as his hair falling messily on his forehead. his eyes are half closed as he leans back, letting out a deep breath. the calm doesn't last as a sudden scream jolts him up.

"ACKKKK." you scream on top of your lungs. seungcheol is by your side in minutes. "what happened love?" his eyes hold that concerned look as he takes in sight infront of him. you are standing in your pjs from last night, hair tied messily, eyes wide, as you jump from over the couch to the table, and then behind seungcheol.

"there's a mouse under the bin." you say, as you peek up at him from behind his shoulders, eyes still wide.

"WHAT???" now its seungcheols turn to panic, as he looks at you genuinely terrified. all the sleepiness has vanished from his veins.

"YES EXACTLY." you say terrified, as you gesture towards the bin. "I was here to grab my hoodie before making breakfast, and suddenly i saw a thing move."

"but are you sure its under the bin?' seungcheol asks, as he eyes the basket. "yess, i made sure it was under the bin," you tell cheol, eyes holding that terrified expression as you push him towards the bin.

seungcheol eyes the bin cautiously. "okay, i need you to bring a broom, and stay calm." he says. "let me see how to deal with this." you do as he says, handing him a broom, and stand right next to him.

"i thought you'd jump to the couch." seungcheol says, as he leans a little closer to the bin, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"you're a better sheild." you mutter, clucthing the fabric of his hoodie, as you stand behind him.

"i cant hit it if you are behind me, what if i hit you by mistake." seungcheol says, breathing in, as he eyes the bin.

"okay, ill stand a lil to the side." you say, a ghost of smile threatning to break, but you get back in focus.

"alright, hitting it in 3, 2, 1." cheol counts down, before he strikes the bin, it goes flying to the side, cheol is ready to hit, expecting a mouse running out. what he hoewver does not expect, is a wireless mouse sitting perfectly on the floor. just like that.

his hands freeze mid air, before he turns around slowly. his head lifts up, and he gives you a clear dead pan. "love, seriously?"

you however are doubling over on the couch, hysterically laughing as you move towards him.

"oops baby, it's a prank." you giggle. cheol is staring at you at this point.

"happy april fools." you say, walking over to him as you poke his cheeks. he swats your hand away, but that only makes you ruffle his hair farther.

"come on. it was a good one." you say, teasing him. seungcheol pouts at you. "i was planning to lay on the couch and sleep." he says sulking.

"well now we have a memory to laugh about."

seungcheol groans. "dont tell me youre going to weaponize this against me."

you grin back at him. "you know how it is." giving him a quick peck, before heading back to the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

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youre sitting on the dining table, breakfast is simple as seungcheol puts coffee on the table. and you open the dunk-in sauce. putting it on your pancakes.

"you want some?" you ask cheol. "too sweet" he shakes his head as he pushes a cup of coffee by your side.

"okay." you say putting it aside, slightly kicking his leg from under the table, the same teasing look in your eyes. cheol gives you a victimized look, as he takes a sip of his coffee.

you roll your sleeves up, and take a bite of your pan cakes, before spitting it out almost immediately. you eyes burn from the hot chilli taste in your mouth,

"WHAT IS THIS." you gasp, taking a sip of your coffee, only to spit that out too, as you rush to the sink. "CHOI SEUNGCHEOL." you seeth as you rinse your mouth.

it is now seungcheol's turn to laugh his heart out, his face is breaking into a grin so wide, you want to punch him, as he covers his mouth with his arms, shoulders shaking from hysteria.

"oops, baby. its a prank.' he says. grinning as he walks over to you.

"i hate you." you swat his hands away. now its your turn to sulk as you sit back on the chair, pushing the plate away.

"oh noo," cheol coos at you. hes insufferable as he teases you. you turn your face away, mostly just embarassed to get pranked right after you thought you won with your prank in the morning.

"come here." seungcheol says as he tugs your arms, using his legs to pull your chair closer to him.

"whaaaat." you say. youre just dragging it out, as you lean your head against his biceps. "when did you swap the sauce in the bottle. you ask, taking a bite of his pancakes. he pushes a new coffee cup towards your side. you eye it scepticallly, giving cheol a suspicious look. he raises his hands in the air. "i promise, this one's not tampered with." he says, taking a sip of it, smiling slightly, as he bumps his shoulder with yours. you both share your breakfast like that. arguing and laughing over who carried out the better prank.

after breakfast, cheol puts the dishes to the side, while you go out to water the plants. its a mundane activity really—you love the little garden in the backyard of your house. seungcheol and you share a lot of fond memories there—of mornings standing there and talking, evenings sitting on the grass. late nights spent stargazing.

as you pick up the hose to water the tulips, seungcheol opens the back door—to help you out, and spent time together—but as soon as he opens the door, a light bucket of water falls straight onto him. you blink, cheol blinks back. and then hell breaks lose.

"GET BACK HERE." cheol's sound echoes behind you but you are already running up towards the out door seating area, cheol at your tail.

"YOU'RE SO DONE BABY." he says, as you both stand on opposite side sof the sofa. he is soaked from head to toe, water dripping through his hair strands.

"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!" you reply back, running towards the door to the inside, but cheol is fast, and even if you try to run towards the plants, you can feel him gaining behind you, just when you have reached the door to get inside, you find yourself getting yanked behind, and suddenly you're falling down. cheol cushions the fall with his hands. you both collapse on the soft grass.

your grin is still intact, though you are painful of the close proximity with seungcheol. his hair strands are wet, water dripping down, you can trace his features, the familiar curve of his jaw, his deep black eyes.

"aren't you a mischievious little thing." cheol says. his nose is almost touching yours now.

"wouldnt you like to know." you tease back, your breath is slightly hitched, though you try your best to not show it.

he leans in, and you think he's almost going to kiss you, but he just pulls up the water pipe from your side. sending a cocky smirk as he looks at your reaction, before he pushes himself, and pulls you up by one arm.

he's already turning around, watering the plants.

"HEY." you say, walking up to him. he looks at you. "what?"

you frown at him, a pout forming on your lips.

"where's my kiss?" you ask, tone half sulking half accusatory.

"i dont know, why am i soaked right now." seungcheol says.

"it was a prank," you say huffing as you cross your hands.

"i dont know, was it?" he ponders, turning around.

you walk up to him, and try to get a kiss from him. seungcheol being the tease he is, leans in but just as you think he's going to kiss you, he moves aside.

it continues like that all the way throughout the morning, he always leans in, and you think maybe he is going to kiss you, but he's turning the other way, or putting your hair behind your ear. and the painful thing is he knows. every time he leans in, he knows he's teasing you, and he knows its working. and damn does he enjoy it.

by lunch time, it has happened quite a few times, and now you're done with him, so you don't even look at him, sulking by yourself as you bite the food with more force then necessary, avoiding him, as you go back to sit on the couch, turning on a show you won't watch.

"you're brooding." a voice says behind you. you don't respond. you can feel the couch is dripping by your side , you turn the other way, but cheol is pulling you back, until you're flush by his side.

"go away." you say, though it lacks any real bite. however, cheol is already holding your chin with his hands, making you look up at him

"aww, is my baby mad i didnt kiss her?" cheol asks cooing.

"i hate you." you say, and cheol smirks. "you sure about that?" he teases.

"100%" you reply back, your sulking couldn't have been more clear.

"then how do i redeem myself?" he asks, as he plants a soft kiss to your cheeks. "i was a bit of an ass earlier."

'glad to know you're self aware." you say, giving him a side eye, but breaking into a smile as he kisses you again, and again, and again.

"you know, i was so sure you would be the one sulking because of my pranks." you say.

"that so?" cheol asks, his lips hovering over your ears. ahmm you say

well it was good to see you sulking, wanting my kisses. he says as he plants soft kisses all across your face. You're both smiling as he reaches out to pull the remote, wanting to enjoy some show together, but he stops mid way.

"…Is that …?" truly he is speechless because there you have removed all cells from the remote.

"you're stuck with watching my show now." You poke his sides playfully.

"oh you're a menace, tell me where the batteries are." he whines.

"make me" you bite back, and so seungcheol is tackling you on the couch, tickling you to oblivion as your both giggles echo in the living room.

this was definitely one of the best April fools in a while.

[kwanrose]

thankyou for tagging me @rosequartz-archive

i have quite a few long fics that i've been procrastinating on (mostly because they're super angsty and i was hoping i could add some sort of happy ending to them? i'd hate to make readers cry with no comfort lol)

here's a list of wips i'm hoping to get out soon:

♥ what words can do -joshua hong (angst, hurt+comfort)

♥ baby sitting duties ft. bss (fluff, crack)

♥ complicated -kim mingyu (angst, exes to lovers)

and a whole lot of story ideas that are too vague rn, but hopefully i overcome procrastination and write them. and ofc the lil drabbles i post so i can escape writing these longer fics lol :)

idk who to tag <333