can deff see haechan being a girl!dad 🥹🎀 i remember he used to do ballet as a kid and i can imagine him putting his little girl in a tutu, sending her for ballet classes and going for ice cream after 🩰🍦
he’s also so gentle with kids in all the public interactions we’ve seen so far so it makes me crazy thinking how soft he’ll be with his own 😩
nonnie i love ur brain... he truly would be so soft with her ugh :( fuck it here are some girl dad! hyuck headcanons...
haechan would support whatever athletic endeavour his daughter wants to pursue — however, the first thing he'd introduce her to is definitely ballet. buys her a tutu in an attempt to convince her and alas, it works! he's the one who prepares her before every lesson, tying her hair into a bun, putting on the tutu (giving her a little twirl every time) and driving her to the lessons.
sometimes, he'd linger around during the ballet lessons, watching her through the glass windows. would lace his fingers in yours, cooing at every step your daughter succeeds at. looks at you with puckered lips, saying, "isn't our daughter soooo talented?"
karaoke sessions in the car always! whether it be pop songs or disney musicals, he loves singing along with your daughter — you have hundreds of videos of both hyuck and your daughter screaming their lungs out in the car.
hyuck's the kind of dad who'd pay attention to his daughter's food preferences. she could say that she likes a specific flavour of ice cream and the next day, he'd buy two tubs of it.
loves spoiling his daughter!!! in every stop of his world tour, he's sure to buy her souvenirs. keychains, t-shirts — anything that reminds him of her.
surprises you every mother's day!! sometimes for no reason. you'd wake up to the smell of pancakes in the air on a random sunday, and the little girl rushing to your bed, hyuck trailing behind. sets a tray of breakfast on the bed — a plate of heart-shaped pancakes and a cup of tea for you.
hugs and kisses attacks all the time. you'd be lounging around on the sofa and he'd come to you, your daughter in his arms. they'd send mischievious looks to each other (they have the same look of mischief!) and he'd approach you, pressing multiple kisses on your cheek, your daughter kissing the other.
having girl dad! hyuck around = giggles and laughters filling the house 24/7.
Mark’s entire world had been turned upside down in a matter of a few hours. Just four hours ago, he was working hard at dance practice, and now he was a father. He felt so many things, shock being the most prominent, shared with complete awe and love for you and your new son. The fact that he hadn’t held your newborn yet hadn’t even crossed his mind, he was far more concerned with both of your health and wellbeing, considering you’d had no pre-natal care. The hours dragged on, the amount of nurses and doctors coming in finally beginning to thin out. Your son had been laying on your chest for quite some time, having eaten and been burped already. You were so exhausted, a mixture of the birth and the late hour, but Mark was still wide awake, mind racing. However, managers and staff keep disappearing and reappearing, talking to Mark and whoever was on the phone in rapid speech. Mark could see the way it was affecting you, the way you move to almost protect your baby from the outsiders.
‘You should get some sleep,’ he murmurs, noticing your eyes dropping closed and then opening again.
‘I can’t look away from him,’ you admit, ‘he’s so perfect.’
‘I know, baby, but you need to rest,’ Mark reaches out a hand and brushes your hair from your face, ‘besides, I haven’t held him yet.’
Your eyes widen a little, ‘oh, of course not, I’m sorry.’
Mark chuckles, ‘it’s okay, it’s important he gets to know his mama. I’ll keep an eye on him while you nap, okay? I’ll wake you if he needs anything.’
‘Okay,’ you sit up slightly. The handover is awkward, it being the first time you’d done it, but eventually Mark has the tiny baby in his arms, kissing your forehead before murmuring a ‘goodnight, I love you,’ and settling into the armchair beside your bed.
‘Love you. Please keep him here,’ you mumble, turning onto your side and closing your eyes.
‘I will, don’t worry sweetheart.’
Mark is quiet for a few minutes, gently yet stiffly rocking the baby back and forth, examining his face and all the details. The baby looked so much like him, and he knew it, feeling an enormous sense of pride at the boy’s identical nose and eyes, that he’d seen in baby photos of his own over the years. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, he begins to talk to his son, wishing the infant to get used to his voice.
‘Hey, baby boy,’ Mark begins, lightly shushing the baby when he fusses, ‘it’s okay, everything is just fine.’
You were just on the verge of falling asleep when you hear Mark’s voice, heart warming at the sound of the love of your life talking to your firstborn.
‘I didn’t even know you existed a few hours ago, but God, I love you. More than anything. You’re so perfect, such a beautiful baby, all from your mama. She did so well, didn’t she? Carried you for all that time… I promise I’ll be here for you, always. Everything I do from now on is for you and your mummy/mommy.’
You still lay awake, eyes filled with hot tears at the pure love that overcomes you.
Mark is silent for a few moments, staring back into his son’s deep brown eyes, ‘I promise I won’t let you down. I love you, son.’
renjun
This was the moment Renjun had been anticipating since the moment you found out you were pregnant. He’d been terrified at the time, the pregnancy was unexpected and Renjun wasn’t sure he was ready or capable of being a father. At the same time, Renjun’s thoughts were filled with questions and worries about your baby. What would the baby look like? How big would the baby be? Would they come during the day or the night? But his biggest fear of all, was that your baby wouldn’t like him. He didn’t have the best luck with other member’s babies; generally they would cry and protest in his arms. He tried to prevent this, doing any and every bonding exercise with your bump that he could think or read about, hoping that when your son arrived he would feel comfortable and safe with him.
‘Jun?’ You’d been holding the baby for over an hour, having some skin to skin and your first feed. Renjun froze a little at the expectant look on your face, like he knew what you were about to ask.
‘You should hold him.’
Renjun blinks, ‘are you sure? you’re bonding with hi-‘
‘Jun,’ you repeat, softly, ‘he’s your son. He’s not going to hate you. Besides, I want to see my boys together.’
‘Okay,’ Renjun reaches down for the baby on your chest, cringing when the baby whines and fusses, ‘hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry.’
Renjun rocks and bounces him awkwardly but to no avail, and he sends you a look screaming for help.
‘It’s ok, Jun,’ you smile, ‘keep talking to him.’
‘He doesn’t like me,’ Renjun begins to panic, ‘he was happy with you, maybe you should-‘
‘Junie,’ you retort softly, ‘he just doesn’t like that he’s been moved. Keep talking to him, he’ll know your voice.’
Renjun gives himself a mental pep talk, slightly relaxing when he looks at the face of his baby boy.
‘It’s okay, it’s just me, I’m your daddy.’
You give Renjun an encouraging smile, and so he continues, ‘I really hope you like me from now on. Most babies don’t.’
The baby is gradually calming down at his father’s voice, so Renjun keeps talking.
‘Good boy, do you know my voice? I tried to talk to you as much as possible while you were in there so I hope you recognise it.’
The baby is now settled, staring up at his father with big brown eyes. Your heart melts at Renjun’s wide, toothy grin.
‘He likes me,’ he says to you, before turning back to the baby, ‘I think you look like a Tengfei.’
‘I like that name,’ you hum, ‘Huang Tengfei it is.’
Renjun’s smile gets impossibly wider, pride filling his chest knowing he’d just named his firstborn baby boy.
‘I love you so much, Huang Tengfei.’
jeno
You had never felt so at peace. You had just given birth to your first child, a daughter Moonbyeol in your bedroom at home a few hours earlier. Already, Moonbyeol was a very chilled baby, rarely fussing or crying. She was perfectly happy just laying on your chest, staring back at you. Jeno had been laying beside you for several hours now, engaging in hushed conversation with you about your newborn, all while unable to take his eyes off her. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that he hadn’t properly held his daughter, as you’d been snuggled together so close. As time passed, you grew more and more exhausted, the energy you had spent during the birth beginning to weigh you down.
‘How long has it been since she fed?’ you wonder aloud, ‘the midwife said every three hours..’
‘I think it was at six,’ Jeno says, ’so three and a bit hours ago.’
‘She needs more,’ you mumble, sighing deeply, already pulling your top down to give Moonbyeol access. Jeno helps you guide her head to your chest.
‘Agh,’ the pain is sharp when she latches, and Jeno kisses and rubs your hair in encouragement.
‘You’re doing so well, look at how well she eats.’
‘It hurts so much Jen,’ Jeno’s heart hurts at the look on your face.
‘I know, I know,’ Jeno frowns, ‘it’ll get better, with time.’
‘I hope so,’ you say, ‘I feel sore all over.’
‘You’ve been so incredible,’ Jeno praises, ‘we did so well with her.’
‘Yeah, we did,’ you grin, the and the two of you settle into small talk while Moonbyeol eats. After some time, she pulls away, ready to be burped.
‘I don’t want to move,’ you admit, ‘too tired.’
‘Hey, I’ll take her,’ Jeno offers, ‘you can stay in bed. Plus, I.. I haven’t got to hold her yet.’
‘Oh. I’m sorry.’
‘It’s okay, don’t be silly,’ Jeno presses a kiss to your cheek, ‘I’ve been so close this whole time. You should get some rest.’
You suddenly realise how drained and exhausted you truly were, eyes and body heavy with fatigue.
‘I think I probably should,’ you mumble tiredly, ‘Moonie, daddy’s going to get all that horrible air up for you.’
It takes perhaps a little longer than it should have, but eventually the baby is successfully passed into Jeno’s arms.
‘Hey, Moonie,’ Jeno rests her on his shoulder, gently patting her back, ‘you’re so tiny.’
You move to lay down on your side and rest your eyes as Jeno talks to your daughter in a hushed voice.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ Jeno meets his daughters eyes, seeing his own staring back at him, ‘look at those brown eyes! So pretty. No boy will ever be good enough for such a beautiful girl.’
Jeno slowly wanders out of your room and into Moonbyeol’s nursery, wanting to give you some peace to sleep.
‘This is your room,’ Jeno turns the baby in his arms so that she’s facing the majority of the room, ‘this is where you’ll sleep, where you’ll play… I hope you like the way we decorated. If you don’t, we can change it later.’
Moonbyeol’s eyes flicker around the room, although her expression is blank.
‘Look, Moonie,’ he walks towards her unused crib, looking at the silver mobile that hangs over it, white and yellow moon and stars hanging down, ‘it’s like you! You’re our little moon star.’
Moonbyeol burps at that exact moment, and Jeno chuckles, not sure whether he should be offended or not.
‘Well, that says what you think of that.’
haechan
Donghyuck naturally comes across as a conceited and cocky person, you know that’s just his humour. He’s cheeky and bold, but at the same time down to earth and a total sweetheart. He acted quite similarly when it came to his impending fatherhood, on the outside appearing as though he was completely confident, that he would take being a father in his stride. But on the inside, he was terrified. Sometimes he would catch sight of you, his pregnant wife, and would feel a deep sense of dread alongside the rush of love that would bubble up in his chest. When you went into labour while eating dinner together, he thought he was going to be sick, the crashing realisation that this was it. You’d done so well, going through hours of contractions before your son began to struggle, and you were taken into an emergency c-section. You were crying softly as they prepared you for the surgery. Donghyuck emerged from the bathroom in his scrubs to see you laying there, and you immediately you’d reached out for him. In that moment, he knew how much you needed him, how much both of you needed him. In that moment he knew he’d do anything to be the best father and husband.
Your son Dalgun was eventually delivered through the C-section, laying on your chest for quite some time as you were stitched up and wheeled back to your hospital room. Donghyuck hates the look of discomfort on your face as you try to move around on the bed and feed. You’re exhausted, in pain and in need of a good rest, but you had to stay awake for your son.
Donghyuck tries to make himself useful, keeping the hospital room tidy and making sure your water cup was filled and you hadn’t bled too heavily onto the pad beneath you.
Part of him aches to hold his baby boy. He so desperately wants to just reach out and take the baby into his arms, shower him in all of the love he had to give. But at the same time, he didn’t want to. He was frightened that his son would be unsettled with him, that he would do something astronomically wrong like drop him. After some time, the nurse knocks softly on the door, coming to check on your surgery site.
‘Donghyuck,’ you croak, his heart hurting when he sees you laying there, exhausted and in pain with your son on your chest, ‘will you take him?’
‘I-‘
‘Hyuck,’ you notice the way he freezes, but he melts and relaxes at your tone, ‘its okay. You’re his daddy. You did so well at the classes.’
Donghyuck shakes himself. You’re vulnerable, you’ve just had invasive surgery and you need him. And he’s terrified of holding his own baby.
‘Okay.’
The nurse helps with the handover as it pains you to lean too far, and suddenly there’s a seven pound baby wriggling around in his arms. Dalgun cries shrilly at being moved, Donghyuck cringing as he wails.
‘Dalgun-ah,’ he clumsily rocks the baby, ‘won’t you be a good boy while mummy/mommy gets looked after? I’m not a stranger, I’m your daddy.’
Donghyuck sways on his feet, soothing Dalgun, ‘your mummy/mommy is so so brave. She is so incredible, Dalgun-ah, she’ll be the best mummy/mommy in the whole world to you, I just know it. And I’ll try my absolute hardest to be the best daddy. I love you.’
jaemin
Jaemin thinks that his daughter’s birth was nothing short of perfect. You had given birth to Chaeyeon in a birthing centre, early in the morning in a birthing pool.
Jaemin had sat right behind you, in his swim shorts, with you between his legs, not even wincing when you near crushed his hands while you pushed. Jaemin had been the one to cut the cord, before the baby was taken away to be weighed and given her first injection.
Jaemin had felt new foreign feeling of resentment towards the nurse, who he knows deep down is just doing her job and ultimately protecting your daughter from disease, but at the same time, she made his baby girl cry.
Chaeyeon is bought back to you, now with a band-aid covering her injection site. Jaemin holds you in his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder and just soaking in your daughters face. For some time, the two of you get used to Chaeyeon, taking in her appearance and mannerisms and sounds. Jaemin doesn’t even really care how dirty the water is.
‘Y/N? Why don’t we get you cleaned up a little?’ the nurse suggests, and you’re more than happy to be helped out of the pool and herded into the shower in the conjoining bathroom. Another nurse had held Chaeyeon as Jaemin carried you bridal style into the bathroom and gently setting you down on the shower seat. He hangs around for a few minutes, eyes darting between you and Chaeyeon’s general direction, clearly conflicted as to who to stay with.
‘Go and be with her Jaem,’ you hum.
’Do you need me?’
‘I’m all good here,’ you answer honestly, ‘I think this may be quite gross, anyway.’
‘Okay,’ Jaemin leans over to kiss your cheek, ‘I’ll look after her.’
‘Oh!’ The nurse left in the delivery room is holding the little bundle in her arms, ‘lets go to daddy, shall we?’
Jaemin beams as his baby girl is handed to him for the very first time. His heart feels like it may burst out of his chest as she gurgles, tiny fists waving around above the pink blankets.
‘Oh, angel,’ Jaemin coos, ‘you’re killing me.’
Jaemin knew that this baby in his arms officially completely owned his heart. He knew it was over for him, that there was nothing he would not do for his little girl.
‘You’re such a pretty girl, Chaeyeon,’ his heart aches at her glistening eyes and nose that mirrors his own.
‘You’ll have so much love in your life. You already do. You have so many uncles who are just dying to meet you, you have a godfather who would do anything for you. I.. I would die for you, I love you more than anything in this world.’
Chaeyeon waves her arm around, peeling back the blanket slightly.
‘Oh, you don’t have any clothes on,’ Jaemin brings her over to the changing table, lowering her down as slowly as he possibly can.
‘Which should be your first ever outfit?’ Jaemin sifts through the folded up baby-grows in the small suitcase you’d brought along. He picks out a white one, patterned with little brown teddy bears.
‘Uncle Mark bought you this one,’ Jaemin buttons up the onesie, ‘like I told you, everyone loves you Chae. But not as much as I do!’
Jaemin nuzzles their noses together, before cradling Chaeyeon in his chest, pressing a kiss on top of her head.
‘I love you, angel. I’ll be here for you always.’
chenle
Chenle was the best partner throughout your entire pregnancy. He did absolutely everything for you and your baby’s comfort, fulfilling your every need and wish, whether monetary, physical or emotional.
It seemed everything had to be perfect, the quality of your care, your baby’s nursery, your birth plans, everything. If you showed any slight indication of discomfort at any point in your pregnancy, Chenle was instantly at your side, going out of his way to somehow alleviate your pain. He was almost jumpy in that sense.
He was strangely calmer than you thought he would be when you went into labour. You had been taken to the hospital where Chenle and his family had naturally made sure you would receive the best treatment, with a spacious private room and a dedicated team of familiar doctors and nurses. You laboured for hours on end. For nearly twenty hours, you’d suffered through some of the most immense pain imaginable, completely supported by Chenle who fusses over you and holds your hand through it all. Frustratingly, you had been dilating excruciatingly slowly, and eventually the doctors decide a c-section would be best for both you and your baby.
Your beautiful baby girl joined you in the early evening. Chenle was so overcome with love for his daughter. You both knew that she would be his little princess, that he would spoil her rotten and that nobody would ever lay a hand on her. He came up with the name Caihong, meaning rainbow. She was the rainbow that brightened up his life.
When Caihong came out, they had taken her away briefly to be weighed and checked over, before returning her to you.
‘You did so so well,’ Chenle stands as close to you as he can get, still in his scrubs as they stitch you back up, ’she’s beautiful. I can’t believe it.’
‘I’m so tired,’ you laugh, having been awake for the entirety of your labour, ‘she’s ruined me.’
Chenle chuckles, ‘they’re going to wheel you back into the room once they’re done. We’ll turn the lights down. You can nap soon.’
‘M’kay,’ you roll your head back down to look at your baby, ‘she’s perfect.’
’She is,’ Chenle nods, leaning down and pressing kisses into your hair, ‘I love you both so much.’
The first hour with your daughter is so precious. You are taken back to your private room in your bed, Caihong resting on your chest the whole time. You’d done your first feed, burping her while sitting up in your bed. Once you’d finished, the nurses left, and the three of you were alone together for the first time.
‘Are you tired?’ Chenle asks, running a hand through your hair, fussing over you.
‘I’m exhausted,’ you murmur, ‘never been so tired.’
‘Why don’t I take her?’ he suggests, ‘you can lay down and have a nap.’
‘Are you sure?’ the offer is so unbelievably tempting, ‘I don’t want to just leave you on your own.’
‘I’ll be just fine,’ Chenle reassures you, ‘you just fed her. I can change her myself, if she needs you I’ll wake you.’
‘Okay,’ you nod, moving your arms so that Chenle can easily take Caihong from you.
He grunts dramatically as he raises her up, as though he was lifting some massive weight, ‘hi baby girl.’
Chenle holds Caihong in one arm as he helps you lay down comfortably, reclining your bed back down with the remote so you were laying down.
‘Comfortable?’ Chenle checks, rubbing your upper arm with his spare hand.
‘Yes,’ your eyes are already closed, ‘love you, Lele.’
Chenle grins, ‘I love you too.’
As you fall asleep, Chenle slowly does a few laps of the hospital room, rocking Caihong in his arms. Once he’s sure you’re mostly asleep, and that talking won’t disturb you, he speaks to Caihong in a hushed voice.
‘Hi my little angel,’ he stares into her shining brown eyes, absolutely entranced by her, ‘we’ve waited for so long for you. Ever since your uncle had your cousins, I’ve wanted a baby of my own. And now you’re finally here. You’re already so loved, Caihong. I’ll do anything for you.’
Caihong looks at him almost as if she’s listening and understands what he’s saying. Chenle’s heart seizes and threatens to break out of his chest, he loves her so much.
‘You own my heart, Caihong. Daddy loves you so much.’
jisung
Jisung was the first to hold his baby girl, and although it wasn’t for long, it was a fact he took great pride in. Jisung had completely frozen up when your midwife had asked him if he wanted to deliver the baby. His mouth had dried up, completely unsure of what to say, until he caught your gaze, face slightly screwed up in discomfort, but still encouraging him to say yes. He had taken the midwife’s offer, and under her guidance, caught your baby girl as she came out. Jisung had worried that he would drop her, due to the baby being covered in blood and various bodily fluids, but thankfully he manages to keep her in his grip, holding her up for a few moments before placing her on your chest.
Jisung didn’t get her back for another hour or so, not that he minded. You handled your first hour of motherhood expertly, Chunae was an extremely calm baby who fed easily. She was so intrigued by the both of you, as you both were with her, her brown eyes studying your faces. Jisung had never felt so many overpowering emotions at once. Firstly the feeling of pride that he’d been the one to bring Chunae into the world, and the fact he had a part in creating what he believed to be the most beautiful baby in the whole world. And of course, he felt such an overwhelming and intense love for both you and your baby, after watching you go through hours and hours of labour and delivery in his family home. You had been giving skin to skin for over an hour before you offered the baby to Jisung.
‘Hey, Jisungie,’ he is immediately by your side.
‘Do you need something? Water? Another pillow? The pad changed? Are you in a lot of pain?’
You smile at how flustered and caring he is, shaking your head, ‘no, I’m alright. I just thought you might want to hold her.’
Jisung softens, heart suddenly hammering in his chest, ‘oh, y-yeah. Yeah, of course I’d love to.’
Jisung leans down and gently picks Chunae from your chest, taking a few moments to get her into a good position.
‘Hi baby girl,’ he murmurs, strangely nervous, as though it was somebody else’s child.
‘Ah, good timing,’ Jisung’s mother suddenly enters the room, ‘I made soup for you Y/N.’
‘Oh, amazing, I’m starving,’ you welcome the bowl of hot soup with both hands.
Jisung wanders the room, rocking the slightly gurgling Chunae in his arms as he approaches the bedroom window. He doesn’t really notice you watching him, his thoughts all consumed by Chunae. His mother even points it out, catching your eyes and nodding towards him.
‘Hi,’ Jisung shakily removes a hand from underneath her to play with her own tiny hand, melting when she curls her hand around his finger.
‘You’re so small,’ he whispered, ‘like a doll. And so well behaved too, you didn’t cry one bit when I picked you up.’
Chunae just looks back up at him, and Jisung gently wipes at the spit collecting at her mouth with a cloth.
‘I promise I’ll look after you angel,’ he nuzzles his nose against hers, ‘no one will ever hurt you. They’ll have to go through me first.’
Jisung suddenly can’t get the image of his baby girl as a teenager out of his head, his getting her heart broken by some worthless teenage boy. He imagines comforting her, giving her encouraging talks and building her confidence back up, utilising the skills he would have learned as a father to his little girl over the years. But for now, he knows nothing, only what he has read in pregnancy and parenting books.
‘I don’t know much,’ Jisung rubs his thumb up and down on her face, ‘but I promise I’ll be the best father I can possibly be for you. I’ll try so hard to do everything that’s right for you. I already love you more than anything in this world.’
Chunae yawns, tiny fists flailing weakly as she does.
‘Am I boring you?’ Jisung chuckles, ’you can’t be tired, not when I’ve just got you.’
‘You should sit down with her,’ you suggest, taking a short break from your soup, ’she’ll fall asleep on you.’
‘I think I may fall asleep also,’ Jisung chuckles, although settling into the armchair near your bed.
‘Group nap?’ You suggest, your own eyes feeling heavy.
The group nap very quickly ends in Jisung’s mother removing the sleeping Chunae from a sleeping Jisung’s chest to lay in her crib.
➸ request from anon; hey sadie hope you’re doing well and staying safe~ i was wondering if you could do dad!haechan and his kids playfully fighting over the mum thank u so much for all your hard work
➸ note; ah tysm!! i hope this is okay, it took me ages to write this one for some reason
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➸ dalgun; aged 8, kyungah; aged 4, sunhee; in the womb lol
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You whine as you stretch, waking up gradually as you do so. You were so warm, both from being buried under the duvet covers, and being wrapped in Donghyuck’s arms.
‘Morning,’ he mumbles groggily, ‘sleep well?’
‘Mmm,’ you hum, ‘the baby moved around quite a bit.’
‘They’re getting big,’ he runs warm hands under your shirt and over your little bump.
You turn your head to face him and kiss him good morning. You turn back, Donghyuck kissing your shoulder-blade. Both of you lay dozing for a few minutes, just enjoying each others presence.
‘It’s so quiet,’ you whisper, ‘why is it so quiet?’
You turn around now properly, so that you’re facing each other, ‘just wondering what my children are up to.’
Donghyuck is too distracted by you to care, pressing kisses to your neck, ‘you’re pretty.’
‘Hyuck..’
‘I love you.’
‘I love you too, but-‘
Your bedroom door creaks open slowly, your little girl’s face appearing around it, eyes not fully open, hair sticking wildly up. Donghyuck rolls off you, acknowledging his daughter.
‘Morning, angel,’ Donghyuck lifts Kyungah up onto the bed, kissing her forehead.
‘Daddy. Mummy/mommy,’ she mumbles, ‘I just woke up.’
‘Yeah, we can tell sweetheart,’ you laugh, flattening her hair down a little, ‘did we wake you up?’
‘No, but I wanted to come lie down with you.’
‘That’s okay.. Did you sleep well?’
‘Uh-huh, I dreamt about baby sister.’
You and Donghyuck exchange a look.
‘Kyungie, we don’t know if it’s a baby sister,’ Donghyuck says carefully, but Kyungah takes no notice.
‘I just wanted to come hang out with you mummy/mommy,’ Kyungah lodges herself between you and Donghyuck, curling into your side, throwing her little arm around your bump.
Donghyuck huffs, ‘but what if I wanted to hang out with mummy/mommy?’
Kyungah giggles maniacally, ‘well you can’t.’
‘No?’ Donghyuck laughs, and Kyungah shakes her head, ‘why not?’
‘Because she’s my mummy/mommy!’
‘She’s my wife first!’
‘No,’ Kyungah protests, tugging on your sleep shirt.
‘Meanie,’ Donghyuck sticks his tongue out at the girl, staring at her for a few moments before launching himself at her in a tickle attack.
’No!’ Kyungah shrieks, giggling and squirming while Donghyuck blows raspberries where his hands aren’t.
‘Careful!’ you chuckle, shuffling away and wrapping an arm around your bump, although you knew Donghyuck would never let Kyungah get too close.
‘Daddy, stop it!’ Kyungah’s screaming with laughter at this point.
‘Hyuck, you’ll wake Dalgun,’ you warn, knowing your son would not be pleased at the disturbance.
Again, as if on cue, Dalgun trudges into the room, rubbing his eyes.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Your dad is attacking your sister.’
‘Oh,’ Dalgun flops down on the bed next to you, absentmindedly burying his face in your side.
‘Little Mummy’s/Mommy’s boy,’ Donghyuck grumbles, finally releasing Kyungah who wriggles over to you for protection.
Donghyuck whines at his children abandoning him, breaking into dramatic wails, which the children ignore to annoy him even further.
‘You both love mummy/mommy more than me,’ he cries, and the two kids just roll their eyes, ‘I bet you don’t even love me at all!’
’No daddy, I do love you,’ Kyungah sings, but Donghyuck turns away, holding his hand up at her.
’No, you’ve made your feelings very clear,’ Donghyuck huffs, crossing his arms and shaking his head.
‘Daddy no,’ Kyungah shrieks.
‘Only mummy/mommy loves me now,’ he pouts, making grabby hands towards you.
‘Hmm, questionable,’ you tease, Donghyuck looking offended.
‘No.. nobody in my family loves me… I might as well just… run away.’
Donghyuck rolls out of bed, ‘and I’ll never come back!’
‘Wait no!’ the children giggle, removing themselves from you and running out of the room to follow Donghyuck.
‘You’re coming into a madhouse, baby Lee,’ you rub your bump, stomach rumbling as you think about breakfast.
➸ request from anon; heyy i luv all ur works!! it's exactly what im looking for, so cute! also if you still take requests? could i request reader finding out she's pregnant which she didn't expect and announcing it to husband haechan? him being lovey-dovey with reader all excited about the baby, kissing the whole fluff 😁
➸ note; aw bless you anon tysm! hope this is what you were looking for <33
➸ word count; 1223 words
➸ dalgun; aged 8, kyungah; aged 3, sunhee; in the womb lol
➸ warning(s); none
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You felt awful. Donghyuck never showed you any signs of stress. His life was so busy, even at his older age, he worked hard as a singer and member of NCT, and even harder as a father to your two young children, Dalgun and Kyungah, who were eight and three years old. He loved his life, he had everything he could possibly want, but you knew things were a lot for him to deal with. The two of you had already tried to take a breather when your daughter Kyungah was born, moving back to Donghyuck’s home of Jeju for a short time. It was beautiful, life was quiet and idyllic, having picnics on the beach and playing in the fields of pink muhly together. But, Donghyuck was constantly called back to Seoul for work, so it was decided that Seoul was the best place for your family to be together. Donghyuck worked so hard to provide for your family, schedules took up large amounts of his day. He would only ever occasionally reveal his worries, telling you that he wanted to be there for your children more and how guilty he felt at his own absence. So now, when you’re staring down at a positive pregnancy test, another type of sick feeling settles in your stomach. Surely this would add so much more weight to Donghyuck’s stress.
‘Mummy/mommy?’ Kyungah knocks on the bathroom door, interrupting your train of thought. You quickly shove the test under a stack of flannels.
‘Hi sweetheart,’ you open the door, ‘sorry I went away for a few minutes.’
Kyungah doesn’t seem to mind, ‘will daddy be home soon?’
‘I don’t know, angel, why don’t we give him a call?’
‘Please!’ Kyungah crawls onto your bed, sitting up against the headboard, you sitting down beside her and pulling up FaceTime on your phone.
‘Hi baby,’ Donghyuck picks up after a few rings. He’s hunched over his phone, black North Face puffer almost swallowing him whole, black mask pulled up around his face. His eyes look heavy and worn, clearly from his long day.
‘Hi daddy, someone wanted to say hi,’ you pan the camera to Kyungah, whose head is resting on your shoulder. Donghyuck’s eyes brighten at the sight of your daughter.
‘Hi Kyungie,’ you can’t see his mouth, but you can tell how widely he’s smiling.
‘Daddy, are you nearly finished?’ she asks, you stroke her hair as she cuddles you.
’I’m nearly done, sweetheart,’ he confirms, ‘I took my makeup off, look.’
He pulls his mask down slightly, showing a red spot on his face that would usually be covered with concealer, making Kyungah giggle.
‘Just wrapping up, then daddy will come straight home.’
‘Okay,’ Kyungah smiles, ‘I made you a drawing today.’
Donghyuck’s eyes widen, ‘ah, thank you angel, I can’t wait to see it.’
‘Kyungah, honey, why don’t you go make sure it’s all ready to give to daddy?’ you suggest, wanting to speak to Donghyuck alone for a minute.
‘Okay!’ Kyungah shuffles off the bed, toddling away towards the shared playroom.
‘Are you alright?’ Donghyuck suddenly looks concerned, wondering why you’d had Kyungah leave.
‘I don’t know,’ you answer truthfully, ‘had a super long day.’
‘You look exhausted,’ he sighs, and you laugh dryly.
‘I am. I- can we talk when you come home?’
‘Are you sure everything’s okay?’
‘I just want to talk,’ you know you’re likely worrying him further, but you don’t have the will to say that things are okay.
‘Alright, we’ll talk,’ he hums, ‘I love you, I’ll be home soon.’
‘I love you too,’ you smile weakly, ‘I’ll see you soon.’
Donghyuck arrives home less than an hour later, both of your children running to meet him at the door.
‘Hey, you guys should be in bed! It’s too late to be this excited,’ Donghyuck takes the both of them into his arms regardless, squeezing them and pinching their sides.
‘Come on, you two, let daddy breathe.’
The kids remove themselves from Donghyuck, but are still excitable.
‘I think it’s your bedtimes,’ Donghyuck announces, the two kids groaning.
‘But you just got here,’ Dalgun whines.
‘Bedtime doesn’t change,’ Donghyuck shakes his head, motioning up the stairs, ‘lets get ready for bed, Lees.’
The kids go through their bedtime routine, you and Donghyuck supervising as they brush their teeth and wash their faces, each sleepily wandering to their bedrooms.
You both read a story to Kyungah first, with her being the youngest, Donghyuck kissing her forehead and murmuring a ‘good night, angel’ before flicking on her nightlight and leaving her to sleep.
Dalgun, being older, only takes a kiss and a cuddle as a goodnight, before you and Donghyuck are left alone.
‘Hey,’ Donghyuck wraps his arms around your waist from behind, ‘you okay?’
‘I have to tell you something,’ you mumble, ‘sit down.’
Donghyuck removes himself from you, sitting down on your bed.
‘I- I didn’t feel too well, the other day,’ you begin, standing in front of him, fidgeting with your fingers.
‘I know,’ Donghyuck nods, ‘do you still feel unwell? Do you need me to stay at home with you and the kids? Because I can-‘
His expression is hard to read, he looks equally shocked and unnerved.
‘Hyuck, I know I’m pregnant.’
His face grows softer, but he still doesn’t react much.
‘I’m sorry,’ you begin to ramble, his head snapping up, ‘you’re so busy. You work so hard for us and you have so much on your plate, even without the children, I mean, we already had to leave Jeju, I should’ve been more careful and-‘
‘Hey, don’t say that,’ he’s grinning, arms reaching out to hold your waist, ‘come here.’ You hide your face in his neck, feeling some slight reassurance as he reaches a hand to your hair and begins running it through his fingers.
’This is good,’ he’s smiling widely into your head, ‘this is a good thing.’
You sniff, tears swimming in your eyes, ‘but-‘
‘No, stop that,’ Donghyuck gently pulls you down onto his lap, ’I know it may feel like I’m so busy all the time, and I’m sorry. I have honestly been thinking recently that I need to cut down, I miss the three of you and I miss Jeju. I’ve enjoyed my career.. but I want to be with my family even more.’
You pull away, reaching into the pocket of you hoodie to show Donghyuck the positive test.
‘Wow,’ he sighs in disbelief, breaking into the widest most genuine smile you’d seen from him in a long time, ‘we really made another baby.’ He presses a long kiss to your cheek, arms still secure around your waist.
‘I’ll start cutting down,’ he declares, ‘before it’s too late, we’ll move back down to Jeju. Give our children the life we’ve always wanted to give them.’
‘You love your work..’
‘I love you, Dalgun, Kyungah and this baby so much more.’
‘We love you too,’ you smile tiredly, lifting your shirt a little.
Donghyuck practically melts, despite the fact there’s no change to you yet.
‘Oh, angel, I would do anything for you,’ he tilts your head down, kissing you deeply, before sinking down and kissing your stomach, ‘and all of our babies.’
➸ request from anon; sorry i just managed to see ur masterlist which you have already done that request i just sent😆 i will read! but could you instead write reader wearing dresses on and her bump getting bigger and husband haechan telling her constantly how in awe he is whilst reader is pregnant? complimenting and telling her how beautiful she looks and maybe even joking how he doesn't mind making another baby right now haha your page is godsend btw im so happy to have come across 💚
➸ note; hehe thank you angel i appreciate it so much! hope u like this <3
➸ word count; 526 words
➸ sunhee; in the womb lol
➸ warning(s); quite suggestive, issues with body image? brief vomit mention
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‘Oh wow,’ Donghyuck makes you jump as he appears in the doorway.
‘Stop, you scared me,’ you whine, ‘could’ve put me in early labour.’
‘Sorry,’ he grins, ‘you just look gorgeous.’
The four, nearly five of you had recently moved back to Jeju in preparation for the birth of your final child, the gender of which you had decided to leave a surprise. Your house in Jeju is beautiful, you’ve had it for a number of years now. It’s close enough in-land to be close to your in-laws, but far enough out that the seaside is not too long of a drive away. It was such a difference from Seoul, the air infinitely cleaner and life more slow-paced and relaxed. Rather than spending your evenings listening to cars honking, opening your curtains to see the grey smokey air, you hear seagulls and can see the ocean from your windows. Your move made infinitely more time for your family to spend time together, especially in the run up to welcoming your baby. Now that the weather was warming up, you would spend a lot of time outside, going on picnics or walks on the beach.
You were currently getting ready for one of these outings, going for an evening dinner at an outdoor seafood restaurant you frequented.
Not much fit you these days, so you opted for a flowing maternity dress that reached just above your ankles. You’d worn minimal makeup, figuring you would sweat most of it off walking around in the heat. You felt huge, feet and ankles all swollen and sore, the size of your baby putting pressure on all of your organs, making it painful to move around sometimes. Yet Donghyuck was still so enamoured with you, taking every opportunity to dote on you and your body.
‘You look so beautiful,’ he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug, ‘my beautiful glowing wife.’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ you fidget with your dangling earrings, attempting to brush him off, but he reminds persistent.
‘Don’t argue with me,’ he whines, ‘you’re stunning, gorgeous.’
‘I don’t feel it,’ you laugh dryly, ‘but thank you Hyuck.’
‘Well, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me,’ he kisses your neck, ‘especially when you’re carrying my baby. In fact, why don’t we make another one after you pop this one out?’
‘Donghyuck!’ You slap his arm, ’there is no way.’
‘Pretty please,’ he whines, ‘wanna put another baby in you.’
‘Donghyuck! No more babies after this one, like we planned.’
He huffs, knowing you’re right, ‘spoilsport.’
‘Whatever,’ you roll your eyes, reaching up and pinching his cheek, ‘you’ll change your mind once the baby’s here and crying and throwing up constantly, and the kids get jealous and start acting up.’
‘True,’ he shrugs, ‘but it’s worth it to see you like this.’
‘Daddy,’ your children call from down the hall, ‘are we going yet?’
‘We’re coming!’ Donghyuck calls back, before kissing your cheek firmly, ‘come on, lets go get dinner. And then, when we get home, we can have dessert.’
‘Whatever, Donghyuck,’ you laugh, knowing he will definitely follow up on his plans.
➸ request from anon; hiii can i request a haechan fluff where he and his partner (fem, preferrably) leave the kids to their grandparents/members/whoever else for a while so that hc and his partner could just spend some time together? love your works btw!
➸ note; hii anon thank u for waiting so long aha hope u like <3
You and Donghyuck had just dropped off your three children with Donghyuck’s parents for the night.
Donghyuck’s mother had begged for so long to have her precious grandchildren over for a sleepover, and honestly, now was a great time. You were both so tired, slightly even burnt out from raising your children, who were eleven, six and two years old. You loved them, so much that it hurt, but it was hard to spend real quality time together when at least one child was always holding your attention.
You weren’t even doing anything too interesting like going out for a meal, just staying at home for the evening.
You weren’t even doing anything too interesting like going out for a meal, just staying at home for the evening.
You weren’t even doing anything too interesting like going out for a meal, just staying at home for the evening.
Once you got home, you were immediately on the phone to your local favourite chinese place, ordering all your favourite dishes. You change into your comfy clothes, you tugging on Donghyuck’s giant t-shirt and him wearing those grey sweatpants that drive you crazy.
You take longer to change than him, so when you enter the living room he’s already lounging on the sofa, plain white shirt riding up slightly to reveal his tanned abdomen. Noticing you in the doorway, he turns his head to sleepily look at you.
‘You look so cute,’ he smiles, outstretching his arms, ‘come here.’
You gladly flop down on the sofa next to him, crawling into his lap. His arms wrap around you instantly, almost like its an instinct. Your eyes flutter shut, in tiredness or bliss you’re not sure, and you rest your forehead on his shoulder, allowing him to press kisses to your head.
‘Hyuck, I’m so tired,’ you laugh, ‘and you’re so warm.’
‘You’ve got to wait for our food babe,’ he points out, rubbing circles onto your honestly quite sore back.
‘I might fall asleep before then,’ you murmur, and he laughs, his chest vibrating under you.
‘Please don’t, I wanna spend time with my favourite girl.’
‘Don’t let Kyungah or Sunhee hear you say that,’ you joke, referring to your two daughters.
‘Nah, all three of you are my favourites, but you’re my girl.’
Your food arrives not long later (you thank God for Korea’s insanely quick food delivery service) and the two of you are happily tucking in, your favourite movie playing in the background. Once plates are clear, you finish watching the movie in his arms.
‘What do you want to do now?’ he hums, tanned arms still wrapped firmly around you.
You look up at him, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes.
‘Bath?’
He smirks, kissing you gently, ‘I still have rose petals from Valentine’s day.’
You blush at the memory, ‘and the wine?’
‘In the wine fridge.’
‘I’ll get the wine,’ you practically jump out of his lap.
A few minutes later, you meet him upstairs, the bath is already half-run, Donghyuck sitting shirtless on the edge. He’s lit several candles, the glow only highlighting his beautiful skin.
‘Oh, hey,’ you stop dead in the doorway at the sight of your husband.
‘Hi,’ Donghyuck is still smirking at you and how flustered you are seeing him half naked.
‘I-I got the wine,’ you place it down on the counter.
‘Why so nervous gorgeous?’ he asks, ‘you’ve seen me like this millions of times.’
‘I don’t know… you always make me nervous.’
‘Aww, cutie,’ Donghyuck laughs, pulling you in by the waist and pressing his lips to yours. You stay like that for a few minutes, until the bath has filled and is ready for you. Donghyuck turns the water off.
You clear your throat before you rid yourself of your clothes.
‘Look at you mama,’ he whistles, and you blush furiously again, swatting at him with your hand.
‘What! It’s true,’ he argues, ‘you’re beautiful.’
‘Stop making me embarrassed and just get in the bath.’
Donghyuck does, holding out his arms for you to climb into. The water is just the right temperature, hot but not swelteringly so, and Donghyuck’s chest is as comfortable as ever.
‘It’s so quiet,’ you hum, ‘too quiet.’
‘It’s because there’s no kids in the house,’ Donghyuck laughs, ‘no Dalgun breaking things, no Kyungah begging me for cuddles, no Sunhee having a meltdown.’
‘She is in her terrible twos,’ you point out.
Donghyuck just sighs, kissing your shoulder, ‘God, I love those kids.’
‘Me too.’
‘Thank you for giving them to me,’ he kisses the back of your head.
‘I am enjoying the quiet though.’
Donghyuck laughs, ‘it’s been so long since we’ve done something like this.’
‘We need to send the kids to your parents more often.’
Donghyuck is quiet for a few minutes, humming along to the quiet music you’re playing while he washes your body with shower gel.
‘I hope you know how much I love you,’ he hums, ‘I know we’re always so caught up on the kids and life so I don’t show you that I love you as much as I should. But I do. I love you more than anything in the world. Just as much as before you were even pregnant with Dalgun. You take such amazing care of our babies, and you’ve brought so much joy to all of our lives. We’ve come so far from when we met in that park.’
‘God,’ you laugh and shake your head, ‘that was like fifteen years ago.’
‘We’re getting old, huh?’
‘Don’t remind me… But I love you too. And you’re so good about showing me that you love me. You do so much for me, especially with the kids.’
‘Even beyond the kids. You support me unconditionally. You’ve always been here for me. I don’t want you to think that my love for you revolves completely around the children.’
‘I know you love me,’ you smile, relaxing into him even more as he begins to massage your shoulders gently.
‘Mmmh,’ Donghyuck murmurs, ‘you’re my girl.’
You giggle, ‘tired, Hyuckie?’
‘Kids really took the life out of me today.’
‘I hope you’re not too tired for some mummy/mommy and daddy time.’
Donghyuck’s eyes snap open.
‘I am never too tired for mummy/mommy and daddy time.’
You laugh, turning in his lap to face him and wrap your arms around his neck.
‘I guess we better go have that then.’
‘I agree.’
You squeal as he lifts you out of the bath and into your bedroom.
