okay guys i’m so sorry this one is taking a while but my yoonchae fic SHOULD MAYBE POSSIBLY be out by the end of this week and i’m rlly excited about it 😁😁
also you might notice that it changed a bit from the last teaser i posted and yes!! it is bc i’m lowkey projecting 😁😁😁
genre: bullet point headcanons, rare mentions of a fem!reader x dad!jongseob
summary: jongseob had a baby boy, mio, at 20
warnings: one mention of death, anxiety, parenthood — not proofread
a/n: everyone always talks about girl dad jongseob but i feel like boy dad jongseob omg my heart — feel free to use this to send more specific requests related to it
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english is not my first language, i appreciate any support (especially comments my favs) ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)!
had his son young, at 20
as impossible as it sounds in this reality, his career survived and his relationship too kinda
he didn’t quite feel ready to have a mini me yet but he only made progress the more his baby grew up
he always bought him clothes, his camera roll is literally filled with pictures of mio and everytime he’s away he looks through the photographs like it’s the pic he hid in his helmet for war
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theo has at least 10 photos in his phone of jongseob and mio napping together
sometimes it feels like he’s more of a big brother, and people often think he is, maybe that’s just the aura he gives off, but he always corrects them on his status
he has a hard time with authority, he often has to be more confident when it doesn’t come naturally, even mio if is a pretty ‘easy’ kid, nothing about being a parent is easy
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he can always count on the members to help, and once in a while when he’s too exhausted, he will ask one of them to take care of mio for a few hours
he would literally sit hours at his desk on his pc with mio on his lap either asking questions when he’s older or napping when he was a baby
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jongseob would literally stay awake hours next to his newborn son to make sure he was breathing, when he had realized the amount of stress he would be under the day mio was born, when he understood that he truly had to take responsibility and protect him, it had been overwhelming, he realized he’d spend the rest of his life worrying about his boy (and he did)
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he thought that with his career he’d mastered managing anxiety as a child, but nothing compared to the tiny life depending on him
even as mio grew older, you could see on every p1harmony time off vlog jongseob in the background always looking somewhere else because he’s always watching his child
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spending time with mio is his favorite thing, sometimes he does spend a few minutes showering him with kisses to make him giggle and telling him he loves him — of course but he really felt the most at peace when he took his son to the park, to get ice cream, to walk shota’s dogs, or just when he was older to watch movies, or eat in the car listening to music
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mio resembled him a lot, so they understood each other and had a bond different from most dads and sons
jongseob wanted his child to have a real childhood but never let go of his creativity and differences, people easily grew fond of mio, liked having conversations with him
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his dad stayed his hero all his life, he knew he wasn’t perfect but that balancing being an idol and a young dad was anything but easy
and jongseob would be lying if he said he’d never cried from pressure, or exhaustion trying to not put the group’s career at risk but also being ready to sacrifice anything for his baby
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when mio grew up to be a teenager, he learned to view his dad as a human being too as dumb as it sounds, he wasn’t just his dad, he was a whole person
he got to see more of him, when jongseob would speak more openly about his struggles because mio was older now
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jongseob got to finally admit out loud how hard it was when he was young and taking care of mio, even if you had already spoken to mio about it
you always wanted your son to be easy on his father, even if it might’ve sounded unfair, because he didn’t ask to be born, you didn’t want him to regret anything as an adult
and they kept a close bond, jongseob always gave him the quiet attention he needed, made sure he felt safe and loved especially when he was a teenager and started asking himself questions
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even if it was great to have a young and cool dad, beyond being his best friend he did stay his dad first
if he noticed his kid was having a hard time, he always reached out, never forced him to speak even if he also struggled with accepting his son could suffer, he knew life was hard
be sure jongseob was always on his phone texting mio whenever they had a break from practice
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when mio became an adult, his father remained the one person he wanted to fully understand, he wanted to know all about him and he was his favorite person to listen to, he found him so bright, everything he said sounded so relevant
they stayed close until jongseob’s very last breath and his last thought was his toddler giggling in the studio.
i wrote this really late like two nights ago, it’s just a bunch of messy ideas — but i like this concept
synopsis ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚✧˖°.‧₊⋅˚✮ : Making Jongseob play in the snow with you!! >.<
a/n: hhhh he looks so good here. We’re lowk just gonna pretend that Jongseob doesn’t like the snow for the plot :p
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You stir at the sound of quiet cursing coming from the living room.
'What the hell.' You think, confused. You were supposed to be home alone. So who was in the living room??
You shift so that your legs are dangling off the side of the bed, cringing slightly at the feeling of cold air hitting your exposed legs. You definitely should've worn sweatpants to sleep. But your train of thought is disrupted by a grunt.
'Right, who's in my living room?'
The wooden floor groans under your socked feet as you sneak to the door. You pray that whoever is here doesn't notice. 'Do I have any weapons?' You mindlessly wonder as you tiptoe down the hallway, 'I mean, I have these bad boys.' you smirk as you stop in the hallway mirror to flex your forearm before another yelp startles you into focusing again.
You quietly round the corner, fist raised in case you need to pounce, only to see...
Jongseob? Playing Fortnite? On your TV????
"What are you doing here?" You whisper-yell, baffled by how relaxed he is on your couch while you were preparing for battle. He jumps at your sudden exclamation.
"A 'good morning' is nice too." He sighs after catching his breath. "You didn't look outside?"
You only spiral deeper into confusion at his words. "What are you talking about?" You squint and he rolls his eyes playfully. Only you wouldn't notice the blinding blankets of white forming outside.
He stands, setting his controller on your coffee table, walking over to your window and pulling back the curtain. "It's snowing," You gasp at the sight.
"Wait." You cut him off. "Why are you here though?" He stares at you blankly. "You asked me to come over."
"Oh... I did do that." You look away bashfully and then cross the living room to stand next to him, looking at the wonderland that was your yard.
"It started snowing when I got here. I didn't wake you up because you looked really peaceful," he relays casually. Your heart clenches at how effortlessly cute he can be.
"You know what.." You start as you walk back to your room, expecting Jongseob to follow you (he does). "I haven't played in the snow in ages." Your voice is muffled as you rummage through your closet. What happened to your snow jacket?
A triumphant yell rips from your throat as you pull the jacket out from the depths of your closet. You turn and show Jongseob. "Let's go outside, Seob." You hum, shrugging on the jacket. He looks away with a grimace.
You take his hand, pout ready on your lips. "It hasn't snowed like this in years, please?" He hangs his head with a whine at your plea. It was unfair how well you knew him.
"Alright." He mumbles, biting back a smile when you cheer delightedly. "But," he tuts. Grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him. "If I get sick from the cold, I get to hold that over your head for the rest of our lives." You stare at him with furrowed brows before smacking his arm playfully.
"I'll take my chances."
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Jongseob wishes he could say no to you.
He thinks as soon as you step outside, because despite being wrapped up in warm clothes from head to toe, he could still feel the frost creeping in on his bones.
You push onward, stomping through the thick layer of snow with your sneakers. Jongseob treading lightly behind you, stepping carefully in your footprints to avoid falling.
The snow covers your yard beautifully, and you can't help the way you sigh at the comforting sight of snow. Jongseob raises a brow at your calm expression.
"How can you look so relaxed right now? I can't feel my fingers," he grumbles. You snort at his complaint.
"The snow looks so beautiful." You marvel with a jab to his side. "It is kind of nice." He agrees after looking around.
The trees, branches cradling handfuls of snow. The sky, a little grey against the stark white crystals falling from the sky. The icicles, hanging over every ledge as if hand placed by snow fairies.
He had to admit, it was beautiful.
And just as he started to enjoy it..
Poof.
He hunches forward at the sudden blow on his back and then turns around to see you waving with a devilish grin.
You burst into laughter at the look of disbelief on his face and in your fit you don't see him making a snowball of his own. When you collect yourself and stand up straight again, Jongseob is nowhere to be seen.
"Seob?" You call. No answer.
"Jongseob!!!" You shout, turning around. Where did he go?
You don't get a chance to think when a snowball in the face throws off your balance and knocks you right onto your butt. You also don't get a chance to be upset about falling over when you hear the sound of Jongseob impishly giggling. And you wish you had a camera to capture the sight ahead of you.
Jongseob stood in front of you. His shoulders shaking with laughter. You began to laugh along with him.
He walks over to you with a soft smile and plops down right next to you.
"Aw, look at you, having a good time." You smile smugly.
"Oh shut up." He scoffs, tackling you into the snow. You roll around for a bit before you eventually win the grapple, having him underneath you and breathless.
"I win." You whisper.
"For now," Jongseob whispers back.
The two of you sit like that for a second, admiring each other, until Jongseob can't help himself anymore and boldly grabs you by your scarf. He pulls you flush against him, pressing soft kisses all over your face while you snicker at his sudden outburst.
You flip over, lying on your back next to him with a sigh. Jongseob turns to face you with a snaggle-toothed smile.
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