🗡️⌇ snow flour and pizza night
pairings: dad!dokyeom x mom!reader
genre: fluff, domestic life, family, slice of life, humor
word count: 710
minnie's note: based on the true story 😛✌🏻
The apartment was unusually quiet when Dokyeom stepped inside.
He kicked off his shoes, stretching his sore shoulders after a long day of schedules and recording. Usually the moment he opened the door he’d hear tiny running footsteps or your voice calling from the kitchen.
But today—
silence.
Then he heard it, a tiny squeak, followed by a soft giggle coming from the kitchen
He walked slowly down the hallway, curiosity creeping in as the sound got clearer.
Little hands slapping something, a puff and more giggle
When he reached the kitchen doorway, he froze.
“…Oh.”
There was flour everywhere.
On the counters, on the floor, on the cabinets.
Even on the little stool your daughter used to reach the sink.
And in the middle of it all sat your daughter, happily patting piles of flour like it was sand at the beach. Her cheeks were dusted white, her hair looked like it had snow in it, and every clap of her hands sent a soft cloud into the air.
“Pff!” she giggled.
Dokyeom blinked slowly.
Then his eyes moved to the corner of the kitchen.
You were sitting on the floor, back resting against the cabinet, legs stretched out in front of you. Your hair was messy, there was flour on your shirt, and you looked completely drained.
You weren’t stopping her.
You were just watching.
Like you had accepted defeat.
When you noticed him standing there, you sighed softly.
“Oh… you’re home.”
Dokyeom gestured to the entire kitchen.
“…What happened?”
Before you could answer,
Your daughter spotted him.
Her eyes lit up.
“Appa!”
She scrambled to her feet and ran toward him, leaving tiny flour footprints on the floor. Halfway there she slipped and landed on her butt with a soft puff.
A cloud of flour rose around her.
Dokyeom tried to hold it in.
He really did.
But the sight of his tiny daughter looking like a powdered donut broke him.
He burst out laughing.
“Oh my god—”
Your daughter giggled along with him, completely proud of herself.
You closed your eyes briefly.
“She found the flour cabinet.”
Dokyeom glanced at the open cabinet.
Then the disaster zone.
“…When?”
You stared at the ceiling.
“Thirty minutes ago.”
“Thirty minutes?”
“I tried stopping her.”
A pause.
“She cried.”
Another pause.
“So now we have a flour playground.”
Dokyeom laughed again, crouching down to pick up your daughter.
The moment he lifted her, she grabbed his cheeks with flour-covered hands.
Now he had flour on his face.
“Appa play!” she demanded.
You watched the scene with half-lidded tired eyes.
“Don’t encourage her.”
Dokyeom looked between you and the flour-covered floor.
Then he slowly rolled up his sleeves.
You immediately narrowed your eyes.
“Seokmin.”
He crouched down and grabbed a handful of flour.
“Seokmin.”
He tossed it lightly above your daughter’s head.
“SEOKMIN—”
Your daughter shrieked with laughter.
“Snow!”
You dropped your head against the cabinet.
“I’m raising two children.”
Dokyeom sat down on the floor beside you, still holding your daughter. Flour puffed up around him when he landed.
He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
“You look tired,” he murmured softly.
You leaned your head against him instantly.
“I am tired.”
He kissed the top of your head gently.
“Thank you for taking care of her all day.”
Your daughter started patting his hair with flour like she was decorating him.
“Appa white!”
Dokyeom chuckled.
You watched them quietly for a moment — the messy kitchen, your giggling child, your husband willingly turning into a flour-covered mess just to make her laugh.
Your heart softened.
“…We’re ordering food tonight.”
Dokyeom nodded immediately.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
Your daughter clapped.
“Pizza!”
You and Dokyeom exchanged a look.
Then both of you started laughing.
