summary: your child interrupts an argument between you and your husband
pairing: bang chan x fem!reader, lee know x fem!reader, han jisung x fem!reader
genre: angst, fluff, comfort
a/n: based on this request
Dad!SKZ Masterlist
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Bang Chan
(475 Words)
It was a Sunday morning. You and your husband were both in the kitchen. Chan was by the counter and you were by the fridge when the mild annoyance started.
“Chris,” you said, holding up a carton of oat milk, “you left the fridge open again.”
He looked up from his phone, confused. “What? No, I didn’t. I wasn’t even in the kitchen this morning.”
You turned, giving him a look. “You made a fruit smoothie, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but I swear I closed it.”
You sighed, setting the carton down a little louder than necessary. “You always say that.”
He set his phone aside and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but you’re not exactly innocent either. Remember when the laundry sat in the washer for two days?”
“Excuse me? That’s not the same thing!”
“Still seems the same.”
You stared at him, half annoyed, half trying not to laugh. “You’re impossible.”
Before he could respond, a small, sleepy voice broke the silence.
“Mommy? Daddy? Are you fighting?”
You both turned.
Your daughter, Juliana, was standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes, hair sticking up in all directions, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.
Chan immediately softened, walking over to crouch beside her. “No, baby,” he said gently. “Mommy and Daddy are just talking a little loud, that’s all.”
She looked at both of you suspiciously, clearly not convinced. “You sound mad.”
You sighed and crouched down too, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “We’re not mad, sweetheart. Daddy just thinks he’s right all the time.”
Chan let out a quiet laugh. “That’s because I usually am.”
Your daughter looked between you both, then pointed at Chan. “I think Daddy’s right.”
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
Chan grinned, trying and failing to hide it.
You placed a hand over your chest dramatically. “I carried you for nine months, and not only do you look exactly like your daddy, but now you side with him too?”
Your daughter giggled and wrapped her little arms around Chan’s neck. “Because Daddy always gives me extra whipped cream in my pancakes."
You sighed. “Ah, I see. Betrayal from my own flesh and blood.”
Chan stood, still holding your daughter, and said with a smirk, “Guess it’s two against one.”
You gave him a playful glare. “You’re teaching her bad habits.”
He laughed softly. “Teamwork isn’t a bad habit.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. “Fine, but team traitors can make breakfast today.”
Your daughter gasped. “Can we make pancakes?”
You exhaled a small laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, go ahead. Just don’t burn the kitchen down.”
As Chan carried her toward the counter, she leaned close to his ear and whispered loudly enough for you to hear, “Daddy, I think Mommy’s jealous.”
Chan snorted, and you couldn’t help smiling, warmth settling into your chest seeing your little family.
Lee Know
(956 Words)
It was 11:07 p.m. when you finally heard the front door click open.
You were sitting on the couch in the dim light of the living room, arms folded over your chest, the television long turned off. The clock on the wall ticked louder than it should have, each second adding fuel to the frustration building in your chest.
Your husband, Minho, stepped in, pulling down his hoodie, exhaustion written across his face. “You’re still up?”
You looked up at him sharply. “Hard not to be when you come home this late again.”
He sighed, dropping his keys onto the table. “I told you, the meeting ran late. I can’t just leave in the middle of work—”
“Minho, it’s not just today. It’s been months,” you cut in, voice strained. “The kids barely see you. You promise you’ll be home for dinner, and every time, it’s another excuse.”
His jaw tightened. “It’s not an excuse, Y/N. It’s my job.”
You shook your head, eyes stinging. “And what about us? What about our family? I feel like I’m raising them alone while you—”
“Don’t say that.” His tone was sharp now, the edge cutting through the quiet.
You stood up, arms trembling slightly. “Then what do you want me to say? That it’s fine? That it doesn’t hurt watching you drift away from us?”
“I’m doing this for us!” he snapped. “For you, for the kids—so they have a better life—”
“I never asked for that kind of life if it meant losing you in the process,” you said, voice breaking slightly.
He stared at you, chest rising and falling fast. The air felt heavy, thick with all the words neither of you had said for months.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N! I just–” he started to raise his voice before you quietly cut him off.
“Minho,” you said firmly, “just… keep it down, please. Mingi and Minjung are asleep upstairs.”
He ran a hand through his hair, pacing once, twice, like he was trying to keep himself together.
You exhaled shakily. “Look, I’m tired. Let’s take a breather, okay? I’ll just stay at my mom’s place for a few days—”
His head snapped toward you. “No,” he said immediately, voice sharp.
“Minho, please—”
“No, Y/N.” His voice rose without meaning to. “You’re not leaving. Because if you walk out that door, what’s next? You send me divorce papers? You decide we’re done?”
You blinked at him, caught off guard by the panic in his tone. He wasn’t angry anymore, he was scared.
“Minho…” you started, softer now.
But before you could continue, a small, shaky voice came from the stairs.
“Eomma? Appa?”
You both turned.
Your son, Mingi, stood there in his pajamas, holding onto the railing, his little face pale and eyes glistening. “Are you… getting divorced?”
Your heart dropped instantly.
Minho froze for a second before rushing over, crouching down so he was level with his son. “Hey, hey… no, no, no, baby. Appa and Eomma just had a small conversation, okay? Just talking too loud.”
Mingi sniffled. “But my friend from school… Chaemin said his mom and dad fought like that, and then they got divorced. He said it means they don’t love each other anymore.”
You felt your throat tighten as you knelt beside them, placing a gentle hand on your son’s back. “Oh sweetheart, no. Eomma and Appa love each other very much. Sometimes grown-ups just… get tired. But that doesn’t mean we’ll ever stop being a family.”
Minho nodded, voice low but steady now. “You have nothing to worry about, okay? We’re not going anywhere.”
Mingi’s eyes welled up again. “Promise?”
“Promise,” Minho whispered, pulling him into a hug. You joined in, wrapping your arms around both of them, the tension from earlier dissolving into quiet sniffles and warmth.
Once you’d tucked Mingi back into bed and checked on Minjung, who was still fast asleep, you both returned to the hallway in silence.
You turned toward your bedroom, still drained, when you felt his hand gently wrap around your wrist.
“Jagiya…” His voice cracked.
You turned slowly. His eyes were red, glassy, but not from anger this time, instead it was filled with guilt and regret.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to yell. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to leave just to breathe. I just—” he swallowed hard, “the thought of you walking away scared me. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose what we built.”
You exhaled shakily, your own heart heavy. “Minho… if you don’t want me to go, then you need to start showing up for us. Not just with your job, not just with money but you. The kids need you. I need you.”
He nodded quickly, a tear finally slipping down his cheek. “I know. And I swear—I’ll do better. I’ll make time, I’ll come home earlier, I’ll… I’ll fix this. Please, just don’t leave me, I can’t live without you.”
You looked at him for a long moment before finally whispering, “Okay. But this has to change.”
He nodded again, then reached forward, cupping your face gently. “It will. I promise.”
And then he leaned in to kiss you with desperation as if it’s a silent plea to make things right. His hands trembled against your cheeks as if he was scared you’d disappear if he let go.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I love you,” he whispered.
You closed your eyes, whispering back, “Then keep showing me that.”
He nodded softly, pulling you into his arms and you clung to him silently, the kind of hold that said please don’t make me regret staying.
Han Jisung
(848 Words)
It had been one of those days where everything felt like a never-ending loop of chaos. Spilled juice, crayons on walls, toys everywhere, and your three-year-old twins, Jisoo and Minsoo, deciding that today was the day to fight over every little thing.
By the time evening rolled around, your patience had worn thin. You’d just managed to get them to sleep when you heard the front door unlock.
Han stepped in quietly, shoulders slumped, looking drained. He kicked off his shoes, muttering, “Hey, babe.”
You looked up from the sink, trying to keep your tone even. “Hey. You’re late.”
He sighed, setting his bag down. “Yeah. Studio was a mess today. Nothing sounded right.”
You just hummed, washing the last glass, except when you turned, he’d already picked up another glass to drink water and left it half-full on the counter.
“Jisung,” you said tiredly. “Can you at least finish the water before leaving it there?”
He blinked at you, confused. “What? I was gonna drink it later.”
“Right, like the other two you ‘were gonna drink later’ sitting in the sink,” you muttered.
He frowned slightly. “Okay, seriously? It’s just a glass, Y/N.”
“It’s not just a glass, Jisung. It’s everything. The mess, the noise, the twins fighting all day—”
“Then why are you taking it out on me?”
“Because you don’t see how hard it’s been!” you snapped before you could stop yourself. “You come home tired, but you don’t realize how exhausting it is here too!”
He dropped his voice, frustrated. “And you don’t realize I’m doing this for us!”
Your chest tightened, and for a second, the air went thick.
“Forget it,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead.
He scoffed, voice raising without meaning to. “No, I’m trying to talk to you, but you’re shutting me—”
A loud wail cut through his words, and both of you froze.
The twins’ cries echoed down the hallway, high-pitched and panicked.
You turned to him slowly, eyes wide. “Thanks a lot, Han Jisung.”
“Y/N—”
But you were already walking away, down the hall to the kids’ room.
When you entered, both Jisoo and Minsoo were sitting up in their tiny beds, tears streaming down their cheeks.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay, Mommy’s here,” you whispered, rushing to scoop Minsoo into your arms as Jisoo clutched your sleeve. “Mommy’s here, okay? Go back to sleep, it’s okay—”
But the tears didn’t stop. One cried harder, setting the other off again. You tried singing softly, but your voice cracked halfway through. Your own tears finally spilled over.
You sat there between their beds, holding them both, crying quietly into their hair. The exhaustion, the noise, the arguments — it all came crashing down at once.
Then, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see your husband leaning over and looking at you softly with guilt heavy on his face.
He crouched down beside you, gently taking Minsoo from your arms and setting her back into bed. Then he reached over and cupped your face, brushing away your tears with his thumb.
“Hey,” he said softly, voice shaking a little. “Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. Go rest, I got this, yeah?”
You wanted to protest, but he shook his head, eyes pleading. “Please, baby. Go lie down. Let me handle it.”
You nodded weakly, pressing a kiss to both the twin’s foreheads before slipping out of the room.
Behind you, you could hear Jisung humming the same silly lullaby he used to make up for the twins when they were babies. His soft voice carried through the hallway, low and soothing, and after a few minutes, the crying quieted down.
When he finally came back to your room, you were sitting on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He walked in quietly and sat beside you.
“Hey,” he said gently, reaching for your hand. “They’re asleep.”
You nodded silently, eyes still red.
He sighed, then leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “For raising my voice. For not being there more. For being… me.”
You let out a soft, watery laugh. “You’re not that bad.”
He smiled a little, lifting his head. “You sure? I literally made our toddlers cry tonight.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “You and me both.”
He squeezed your hand. “Still… thank you, baby. For everything you do. For them. For me.”
You looked at him and saw how tired he was too. The dark circles, the worn-out eyes, the guilt. You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “We’re both tired, huh?”
He wrapped an arm around you, kissing the top of your head. “Yeah. But at least we’re tired together. So romantic.”
You chuckled. “That’s one way to put it.”
“Tomorrow,” he whispered, “I’ll take over. You sleep in, I’ll do breakfast, cartoons, the whole chaos package.”
You laughed quietly. “You sure you can handle that?”
He grinned. “Nope. But I’ll try.”
You leaned in, brushing your lips against his softly. “That’s enough.”
And for the first time that day, the house felt quiet and just peaceful.
Minho x Reader (fem.)
Genre: Husband! Minho, Dad! au, Established Relationship, Fluff, Slice-of-life
Warnings: descriptions of pregnancy, mention of word “sh*t”, somewhat proofread
WC: 3k
A/N: This took life because of that dad!chan ask I recieved yesterday. And although it's not a chan centric fic, I still melted because dad!Minho?? hello?? (thanks anon btw)
Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading!
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It felt right.
Going back to the place that changed her life.
The biggest surprise of her life.
All stuffed into a simple activity of camping.
It felt right, now to surprise him back. To the same camping spot, in the same way. Under the pitter-patter of rain, under the canopy that the two of them sat under, sheltered from the drops.
She glanced at her husband, watching as he continued unloading the camper, undeterred by the “light drizzle,” as he called it. Yet, despite his casual stance, he still insisted that she stay dry under the large plastic tarp he had set up the moment they began unloading.
And even if camping was her idea this time, a rare occurrence that made him stare at her as if she had grown two extra heads, he had ultimately taken charge over everything.
Except for the little surprise, of course. This time, he had no idea about it.
The last time camping was this exciting was when he proposed.
Two years ago, when she still despised the idea of camping. Of coming out here amidst the gravel, the dirt and the bugs. The little critters that made her shriek and refuse to come out until he stopped laughing at her, promising the path was clear.
This time, however, the rain changed things. The only thing that made her yelp in surprise was the sight of a snail or a worm squirming next to her chair.
But the day he proposed had been different. A beautiful spring morning, full of warmth and a question she hadn’t seen coming, not then at least.
The warm breeze had made it more bearable, or maybe the sight of her then-boyfriend putting together the portable table, arms flexed in his t-shirt, had helped ease whatever animosity she had against camping.
She didn’t expect him to propose.
Surprised, stunned, shocked, and every other word that could describe her wide eyes as she stared at Minho, his lips thinned into that small, gentle smile she caught glimpses of when he gazed at her fondly.
She stared at the ring, the simple thing that she expected he would pick out for her, perfectly reflecting her taste in jewelry.
A part of her swore she had known he was going to propose soon. She had caught the hints.
Like when she was getting ready for that one party and he was adamant about choosing the ring for her from her ring box, his eyes lingering a little too long, taking mental notes. Or when his friend, Felix had called and asked if she was more of a silver jewelry kind of girl or if she preferred gold.
And she would never forget when Hyunjin sat her down to take a quiz about her dream engagement ring. “Some silly thing he found but got curious about” he claimed, she thought otherwise.
Still, then, amidst the greenery, the tents, the portable camping gear, her boyfriend still managed to surprise her.
Maybe he knew that she caught on, facepalming when Han had all but confessed that he planned to propose. He had to compromise. Proposing here in a place she least expected, would give him the surprised reaction he had hoped for.
The one he definitely got. When her eyes welled in tears and she instantly leaped into his embrace, feeling the arms she had been shamelessly ogling, wrap around her tightly.
Camping had become a more tolerable activity after that. She went along a few times, whenever she thought he truly wanted her there instead of his friends.
But this time, when she asked, he eyed her suspiciously. Even during the ride up, he kept glancing around, as if wary of something unknown. Carrying the gear, his hand in hers, he fell into deep thought, wondering if he should ask. She had to suppress a laugh at the expression that crossed his face.
Y/N was aware he had caught on. Of course, when she, of all people, had asked to go camping, knowing she was one of the least likely people in his life to do so. But she was content in knowing he would never figure it out.
The rain, however, was something she hadn’t expected.
Looking back on the day he proposed, she realized he had planned it more carefully than she had thought. He had checked the forecast before bringing her out here, something she hadn’t done.
But still it felt romantic in its own way. The two of them, sitting under the shelter of the camper she rented this time, watching the drops hit the ground. Minho had eyed her a few times before he finally sighed, conceding to her.
“Okay what is it? I can’t think of anything else.”
His mind had been spinning ever since she made these plans earlier in the week. While he silently worked, unloading and unpacking, his thoughts were clearly elsewhere.
She couldn’t help but laugh this time, leaning in to brush her lips against his, a small kiss that confused him slightly.
“Am I forgetting something?” He muttered to himself, falling back into his thoughts.
She was acting weird, she had been for some time now and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by her ever-observant husband.
“I wanted to surprise you.” She finally confessed, turning her body to fully face him.
“Yeah, I figured.” He couldn’t help but let out a small, breathy laugh.
Her smile widened, his anticipating gaze locked on her.
Y/N turned to the bag behind her, rummaging through it. When she found the surprise, she hid it behind her back.
“Close your eyes. Palms out.” She ordered cheekily.
“C’me on, baby…” He retorted through another chuckle, yet still followed her instructions.
His hands hovered between them, eyes closed, as Y/N’s gaze lingered on her beautiful husband’s waiting face.
“Okay open.” She bit back, placing the gift in his hands.
His eyes opened, and Y/N inhaled deeply, her heart hammering nervously in her chest.
Instantly, Minho’s eyes shot up to meet hers, flicking between her nervous expression and the positive pregnancy test in his hands. His eyes widened, lips parted slightly. He blinked, processing, then looked intently at the test again.
He should have suspected it. Y/N had felt unwell last week, which had worried him. But those feelings had faded once she seemed to feel better, radiating more than usual. He had forgotten all about it.
“Yo-you’re serious?” His voice was a slight whisper, as if it were some secret.
An expression she hadn’t seen before painted his face. Or maybe she had seen it, the day they got married. His glossy eyes, his smile that stretched on his face.
Minho leaned over, his arms wrapping around her to pull her into his chest, the loud beating of his heart instantly hitting her ears, making her melt. Making her wipe at the tears she didn’t realize had escaped her, face muffling into him.
“I’m so happy. Thank you. Thank you.” He mumbled into her hair, his lips kissing atop.
Y/N’s husband wasn’t a man of many words in situations like this. Maybe overwhelmed by the excitement that bubbled within him, unable to formulate into sentences without stumbling over them. So he showed her his feelings.
His toothy grin, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the tears that pricked at his lids. The way his lips kissed every part of her face he could reach. His arms tugging, pulling her closer, whispered “thank yous” and “I love yous” escaping his mouth, endless in the air.
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Her husband wasn’t a man of many words. Yet the shock on his face when he found out that he wasn’t going to be a father of just one child but two, elicited a loud “What!?” from his lips, translated his feeling across very well.
She had gotten back from an appointment, one he unfortunately couldn’t make it to. Cursing his boss, his job, his friends, co-workers, the damn capitalist system that made him miss out on being there with his wife. Y/N still laughed at the curse littered text messages he sent when he was on his way to work.
When Minho had walked through the door after returning, slipping off his shoes, patting at the cats that always pounced on him after he entered, he found her lounging on the couch.
“What did she say?” Was the first question that he asked.
He was referring to her doctor. Still in his work clothes, his slightly worried, definitely curious eyes awaiting her answer.
Once again she was nervous. Fingers patting at one of their furry babies that curled at her side, to ease the tension.
“Do you like having three cats?” She counter-questioned instead, blinking up at her now confused husband.
“Yeah…?—Wait, do we have to get rid of the cats?” His words followed, slightly exasperated.
She couldn’t help but grin at his response, shaking her head.
“Raising three cats is a handful, but fun right?” She continued, maybe even trying to convince herself of those words.
“Y/N.” His tone had become slightly stern.
“Are we having three kids?” She caught the slight panic in his eyes as he asked, similar to the look she probably had when her doctor had giddily announced it to her.
“We’ll. Not three. But…twins.”
A loud “What?!” Escaped him before he could truly process what she had said.
He fell silent immediately, blinking at her, then slowly started nodding. Much calmer than his initial response.
“Okay, okay. Definitely less shocking than three.” He almost sighed out in relief, muttering moreso to himself than to her.
Y/N sat up, startling the cat on her lap, the animal letting out a sound which she could only translate as annoyed, before leaping out of her grasp.
“Are you happy…?” Her voice had dropped, slightly worried, a little afraid even.
It’s how she had felt ever since she found out. She used humor as a way to ease her own anxiety.
Minho exhaled loudly, shuffling closer to her. He crouched down to his knees in front of her, his hands easily finding hers.
“I’m happy. Slightly surprised, but definitely happy.” He kissed her knuckles, a reassuring smile spread across his face.
And her husband was happy.
Following after her as she picked out baby stuff. His eyes shorted around the shop for things that caught his eyes. He wanted the best items, the prettiest clothes. Holding up matching shoes with the widest grin on his lips as he asked for her opinion.
He was overprotective.
Tugging her out of bed for light exercises and strolls around the neighborhood, Minho made sure to keep her active, even when she felt sluggish. When she felt like hurling the next thing she could find at him. He researched and whipped up nutritious recipes that were safe for her to consume, especially after the bouts of morning sickness that plagued her during the first few months.
When she started to feel the weight of her very pregnant belly, making her uncomfortable, Minho would stand behind her, his arm slipping around her waist to help lift the weight and relieve her for a moment. Simple actions, ones he had read about, but still enough to make her swoon. She found herself falling for him all over again.
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And after what felt like a billion hours of labor, they had finally welcomed their sons into the world. The emotions that coursed through them created a bubble of their own, just her, her husband, and their twins, a perfect little family.
Although after the medication and exhaustion from pushing out not one, but two babies had caught up with her, she had drifted into a much-needed sleep, she awoke to silence. A serene silence, the kind that often welcomed her when she woke up before her husband those days the two of them had nowhere to be. Staring down at his figure that slept soundly.
Except now she was just staring at her husband who gazed down at his newborns. The soft expression on his face, making her heart melt, easing the aching pains of afterbirth that coursed through her body.
Her husband was a father, and looked down at his sons with the eyes of one.
Except what came out his mouth was anything but fatherly. Or perhaps exactly things a father would say.
“Why does he look like an alien.” Minho pointed at “baby A”, the one wearing green socks.
“And this one is so pruney, like a raisin.” He chuckled, as he glanced away from “baby B”, catching Y/N’s unamused glare.
“How can you diss your children Minho, they’re literally like an hour old.” She countered with a sigh, but couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at his words.
“It’s the harsh reality of the world.” He slightly exaggerated, but all Y/N could picture was him crying as she pushed, so she couldn’t take anything he said seriously right now.
He sauntered over to her, slowly sitting by her side. His fingers reach out to delicately grip her ivy-pricked hand, gently rubbing at the skin.
“You did so well, love.” He mumbled, his eyes gleaming with nothing but affection, knowing she was still in pain, and there was nothing he could do but offer his support.
She was still emotional. From everything that happened in the course of two days, her eyes welling in tears that easily slipped down her cheeks. Tears her husband kissed away, his fingers cradling her face in his palms as he pressed a tender kiss to her lips.
“I love you.”
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She had always imagined that Minho would be the calmer parent between the two of them.
He was the type of man who didn’t waste many words, the kind who only got riled up when the situation truly called for it. His natural approach usually tackles things with a steady, calm demeanor.
But now, with a set of rascals who seemed to have inherited his menacing personality, although easily riled up when excited, and their mother’s clumsiness, falling and crashing through most hours of the day, Minho was always on the edge of his seat. Ready to leap into action at a moment’s notice to prevent their sons from getting hurt.
Being a first-time father to one child was nerve-wracking enough. But to be a first-time father to two at once? That was a whole new level of chaos.
But chaos center seemed to become the name of their house, especially on days Minho decided to join in on the fun.
Y/N always had her hands full. The cats, the kids, and the husband who acted like both when he felt like being extra clingy that day, she seemed to be everywhere all at once. But despite the madness, there was something about it all.
The noise, the laughter, the clattering of toys. All that made her sigh with contentment.
The feeling of being complete, of being happy, washed over her with a warmth that enveloped her when her head hit the pillow at the end of the day.
The door creaked open some minutes later, and Minho trudged inside, shutting it with a soft clink behind him. A groan escaped his lips as he shifted under the sheets, his arms already reaching out to pull her into him. He inhaled deeply, always muttering about how good her shampoo smelled, even though it had been the same one she’d been using for years.
“Those two will kill me one day.” He muttered to her, recalling the mess he made them clean up earlier in the evening.
Y/N stifled a laugh, shifting just enough to catch a glimpse of his expression. He had played the bad cop, disciplining their twins for doing the wrong things, but as always, guilt ate away at him. Now, he spent the last hour trying to make himself look better in their eyes.
Their twins were polite toddlers, raised by a father who took manners quite seriously. But of course, there were moments when they got a little too excited, creating chaos that made her head spin. It was harder with two, but Minho always seemed to have it under control in these moments, just like he did earlier.
“They want to go camping.” He broke the comfortable silence that settled between the two of them.
Y/N groaned into his chest, not ready to deal with it.
“I can’t believe they like camping.” She mumbled, still slightly annoyed that neither of them had inherited her distaste for the activity.
She could already picture Minjae chasing after the dragonflies that terrified her every single time they fluttered too close. And don’t even get her started on Minjoon, who was obsessed with lying on the gravelly ground to bask in the sun, his pockets always full of tiny rocks and pebbles.
And yet, despite the complaints, she was always the first out the door the day of the trip. Ready to make memories with her twins and her husband.
The husband who, at this moment, let out shallow breathes against her, drifting into his slumber. Hopefully dreaming of her and not his camping gear, a thought that made her smile to herself.
She shifted to get comfortable in his embrace, and as she did, her gaze faltered. Lingering on his sleeping face. The one she could never get tired of staring at. Y/N leaned in to press a soft kiss to his jaw, sighing contentedly as she settled once more.
Minho groaned, clearly not fully asleep, and tightened his arms around her even more.
“Do it properly.” He muttered, a playful but commanding edge dripping from his voice.
Y/N laughed softly at his demand, instantly moving closer to kiss him the right way.
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Hear me out. Need more dad skz series. I loved the Felix one so much 🤗🤗 Maybe Hyun or Minho as single dad series 🥹
🧚♀️ Anon
I don't know why but Minho with a toddler sent our thoughts spiraling and @galaxycatdrawz and I came up with enough for a proper series. I hope you enjoy it dear🤭🖤
Always back to you
Pairing: Minho x m!Reader (mention of OT8)
Word Count: 7716
Summary: Balancing his career and personal life as a single dad of a toddler isn't exactly always easy for Min. Luckily he has you, his assistant and the only person his son lets close enough. Minho couldn't be more grateful for your presence in their life.
The summer air is heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine as Minho walks hand in hand with his son Minjun through the bustling streets of their quiet neighborhood. The day is fading into a warm, golden evening, casting long shadows on the sidewalk as they make their way to the local park.
Minho, usually surrounded by stage lights and the constant hum of a lively crowd, cherished these moments of normalcy. His career often pulled him into whirlwinds of tours and interviews, making these quiet, uninterrupted days with Minjun so much more important and special.
As they approach the park, Minjun’s grip tightens with excitement, his little legs speeding towards the familiar rusty swings and the slightly chipped slide he claims as his castle. Minho watches, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, as Minjun throws himself into the simple joy of play. His son's laughter rings clear, blending seamlessly with the distant sounds of other children.
“Daddy, come!” Minjun calls out, tugging at Minho’s jeans, pulling him towards the sandbox.
Minho sits down beside Minjun, rolling up his sleeves and helping him dig and mold the damp sand. They work together, Minho guiding Minjun’s small hands to shape the walls and towers. He listens intently as Minjun explains the details of each tower and the imagined dragons that would guard them.
“Daddy, dragons need names!” Minjun declares, his brow furrowed in the serious concentration of a three-year-old.
“How about Flame and Spark?” Minho suggests, watching as Minjun’s face lights up with approval.
“Yes!” Minjun beams, his hands moving with purpose as he places tiny sticks to represent the fearsome dragons.
As they played, Minho felt the weight of his other world—the stage, the lights, the music—melt away. Here, in the sandbox, none of that existed. There were no cameras, no managers, no fans. Just him and Minjun, building a sand fortress strong enough to withstand any siege, imaginary or otherwise.
After their castle was deemed sufficiently dragon-guarded, Minjun tugs at Minho’s hand, leading him to the ice cream stand nestled at the corner of the park. The line is short, and soon Minjun is proudly holding a cone much too big for him, dripping chocolate down his arm.
“Look, Daddy! It’s melting!” Minjun giggles, licking his arm in an attempt to catch the runaway ice cream.
Minho pulls out some napkins, cleaning up the sticky mess with a practiced hand. He watches Minjun attack the cone with a grin, chocolate smearing over his cheeks and nose.
“Is it good?” Minho asks, giggling, his heart swelling at the sight of such simple happiness.
“So good!” Minjun announces, offering Minho a taste. The ice cream is sweet, and the rich chocolate flavor is a perfect end to their day out.
They find a bench nearby. Minho listens as Minjun rambles on about the adventures of Flame and Spark, his imagination running wild. The park begins to empty as families head home for dinner, the sky painted in strokes of orange and pink. “Dumpling?” Minho asks softly, and his son looks up at him with big, brown eyes. “Daddy needs to work tomorrow again.”
“Daddy, why?” Minjun’s question comes softly, almost lost in the breeze.
Minho’s heart clenches. It is a question he dreads, knowing his answers might never fully satisfy the curiosity of a three-year-old. He pulls Minjun closer, holding him in a gentle embrace. “You know how Daddy dances and sings for many people?” Minho starts, his voice steady despite the ache in his chest. Minjun nods, his eyes wide. “Well, sometimes Daddy has to go places so all those people can see him perform. But I always come back. Do you know why?” Minjun shakes his head, his eyes searching Minho’s. “Because you are my most important audience. And I promise, no matter where I go, I will always come back to you,” Minho says, his words heavy with the truth of his emotions.
Minjun seems to try and comprehend this for a moment, then smiles, seemingly satisfied with the answer. “Promise?” he holds up his pinky.
“Promise,” Minho links his pinky with Minjun’s, sealing the vow. “Let's go home?”
“Home,” he nods satisfied.
Minho would've never had a child this young in this industry if he would've known what would happen. He and his wife got married rather young as well, soon deciding they'd like to have a kid. Mainly because she didn't want to be alone so much with him gone for work often. Everything seemed fine until it turned out they'd be having a boy and not a girl. His wife had wished for a girl dearly and seemed disappointed. Maybe he ignored how much because once their little wonder was there, his wife soon distanced herself from both of them. They were already in the process of getting a divorce when Minho had accidentally listened in to a phone call from her saying she'd probably give up their son for adoption.
Minho knew he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't risk his sweet baby ending up in a family that maybe wouldn't treat him well, so he had long talks with his friends, who promised to support him. Chan made sure to back him when they talked to their boss, making sure that Minjun could stay at the company or on tour. They all knew Minho would be able to focus on his work more, knowing he was within reach when his little boy needed him. The only issue at hand was how much Minjun dreaded being separated from Minho, barely trusting his friends to take care of him for a while.
That was until you came along. Somehow, you found a way to the little boy's heart that made him trust you. You were the only one besides Minho who could calm him down and keep him occupied. Initially, you've simply been Minho's assistant, helping him keep track of his schedule and everything. But being with Minho meant being with Minjun.
Through this, you grew rather close with all of them, becoming a vital part of their group. Minho was thankful to have you around, and you two worked well together. You love taking care of the little one and you would've never expected to get so close to them, especially Minho, seeing him during his rawest moments.
-
Minho is up early, as usual, feeling the quiet anticipation that always comes with a new day. Today, he'd take Minjun with him to dance practice.
The morning was a rush of activity. Minho prepared a quick breakfast, all the while keeping one eye on Minjun, who seemed happy about accompanying him to work.
"Are you ready, baby?" Minho asked, slipping on Minjun's small backpack filled with snacks, a change of clothes, and, of course, his favorite bunny plushie. Jisung had bought it for Minjun's second birthday and he hasn't left the house without it ever since.
"Yes, Daddy!" Minjun chirps, practically bouncing on his toes. His enthusiasm is infectious, and Minho can't help but laugh as he scoops up his son and heads out the door.
The drive to the studio is filled with Minjun's questions about everything he saw. Each question is punctuated with wide-eyed wonder, making Minho smile. He explains as much as he can, from the tallest buildings brushing the sky to the bustling morning crowds. Upon arriving at the studio, Minho sets Minjun down, taking his hand as they walk inside. The building was already buzzing with activity, music faintly echoing from the practice rooms.
"Guys, look who I brought!" Minho announces as they enter the main dance studio. The music stops abruptly, and the boys turn around, their faces lighting up at the sight of Minjun.
"Minjunnie!" Chan exclaims, his voice full of warmth. He crouches down to Minjun's level, greeting him with a gentle high-five. "Look how much you've grown already again!"
The other members crowd around, each taking turns to say hello. Felix shows Minjun a quick magic trick, pulling a coin from behind his ear, which delighted Minjun to no end. Hyunjin hands him a small package of his favorite gummy bears, and Innie helps open it.
“Y/nnie should be here soon,” Jisung tells them, glancing up from his phone.
Minjun peeks up at the sound of your name, bouncing excitedly. “Y/nnie?” he asks with wide eyes, turning to Minho.
“Yeah, Y/nnie will play with you,” he laughs at his son’s excitement.
“Gosh, he really loves him,” Seungmin laughs.
“As he should, Y/n is taking such good care of him,” Changbin chuckles, and Minho hums agreeingly.
Minho sets up a small, cozy corner for Minjun with some toys and a soft blanket. "You can play here while Daddy practices, okay? I'll check on you all the time."
Minjun nods, already distracted by the toys, but his eyes keep straying to the center of the room where the dance practice will take place.
You join them soon after, greeting them all with a wave. “Hi, buddy,” you greet Minjun cheerfully and sit down on his blanket next to him.
“Hi,” he smiles at you happily, handing you his fire truck. “Play?”
As the practice kicks off, Minho joins the rest of the group in the center. The music pounds through the speakers, a rhythmic base that fills the room with vibrant energy. Minho was in his element, his body moving with precision and grace, a testimony to years of practice and passion.
Minjun watches, wide-eyed, from his corner. The sight of his dad and the others dancing seemed to fascinate him. His little feet tap along to the beat, and it isn't long before he stands up, mimicking the moves in his own adorable way. He stumbles and lands on his butt, giggling at himself as you help him back up again.
“You're okay, dear?” you chuckle, and he nods.
Seeing this from the corner of his eye, Minho felt a surge of pride. During a brief water break, he walks over to you. "Do you want to try dancing with us for a bit?" he asks.
Minjun's enthusiastic "Yes!" was all the answer Minho needed. He leads Minjun to the center of the room, the members clearing some space for them. Minho shows him a simple move, a gentle sway combined with a clap. Minjun follows eagerly, his small body moving in sync with Minho's.
The room is soon filled with cheers and claps from the other members and you, encouraging Minjun, who beams under the attention. Chan turns down the music and suggests, "Let's do a little dance circle. Minjun can start!"
What followed was Minjun at the center, trying his best to keep up, his movements more enthusiastic than rhythmic. Each member joined in, adding their own moves, making it a fun, chaotic dance party that had Minjun laughing uncontrollably. You laugh watching them, seeing how much fun they have with the little boy.
After the dance circle wound down, Minho takes Minjun back to his corner, both panting slightly from the exertion. "You're amazing," Minho praises him softly.
“Takes after his Daddy as it seems,” you chuckle, and Minho smirks.
“My little dancer,” he smiles fondly, poking his son's cheek. Minjun's proud little smile is worth more than any applause Minho had ever received on stage.
You hand him the juice box Minho packed for him and help him with the straw. “Drink something,” you tell him gently, and Minjun does eagerly. You bite back a laugh at him, kicking his feet happily.
As the practice resumes, Minjun's energy eventually fades. He plays with you quietly with his toys, occasionally glancing up to watch his dad. The day passes in a blur of music, laughter, and dance. By the time practice wrapped up, Minjun was dozing off in his little corner, exhausted by the day's adventures. His head resting on your leg, breathing peacefully amidst the chaos. Minho carefully picks him up, his heart full as he feels Minjun's steady breath against his neck. “Thank you,” he smiles at you as you pack up everything for him and hand him the backpack.
“Of course,” you mirror his smile. “Tomorrow, we'll meet at the studio.”
“Yeah,” Minho nods. “When was it again?”
“At ten,” you tell him. “Do you need me to keep an eye on Minjun?”
“That would be great,” he nods gently.
“Okay, I'll be there,” you assure him, grabbing your jacket.
“Thank you,” he nods quickly.
“Mr. Lee - Minho,” you quickly correct yourself, sometimes still falling back into old habits. “You don't have to thank me all the time. It's fine.”
“Still,” Minho shakes his head. “It's a lot easier thanks to you…Do you need a ride home?”
“I'll be fine, thank you,” you assure him kindly. “You should get the little superstar to bed,” you say fondly, making Minho chuckle. You exchange your goodbyes before you both leave.
"Did you have fun today?" Minho whispers as he carries Minjun to the car.
"Mhm... best day," Minjun mumbles sleepily, his words slurring together.
Minho smiles, his eyes soft as he settles Minjun into the car seat. "Me too, buddy. Me too."
-
Minho's day starts early again, but this time there's a tangible buzz of excitement that courses through him. Today isn't just about dance practice; he's scheduled to record a new track with Chan, and he's bringing Minjun along to the studio once more. As they prepare to leave, Minho checks that he has everything Minjun might need—snacks, toys, and a little book of stories, just in case the session stretches longer than expected.
Minjun, now familiar with their routine, waddles around excitedly, chattering about seeing “uncle Channie” and the "music room."
The drive to the studio is filled with Minjun's usual observations, his voice a constant, cheerful hum in the background. Minho answers each question with patience, his mind simultaneously running through the lyrics and melodies he'll soon be recording.
Upon arrival, the studio feels like a second home. The familiar faces of the staff greet them warmly, and the scent of coffee mingles with the underlying electrical buzz of equipment. Chan is already there, headphones on, nodding along to some beat only he can hear. He lifts his head as Minho and Minjun enter, his face breaking into a wide grin.
"Look who's here! Hey, Minjun, high five!" Chan calls out, and Minjun rushes over, slapping his palm against Chan's outstretched hand. “How's my little Jiho?” he asks fondly and Minho smiles at the nickname Hyunjin had come up with, which stuck.
“Good,” the little boy nods happily.
Minho sets up Minjun's little corner, not far from the recording booth, where you're already waiting, having arrived a few minutes earlier. You have brought a new set of coloring pencils for Minjun, and he dives right into them with delight.
"Ready for a big day, Minjun?" you ask, helping him spread out his coloring sheets.
"Yes! Daddy sings, I draw!" Minjun declares, his focus intense as he selects a green pencil and starts scribbling. You chuckle softly, busying yourself as well by planning Minho's upcoming week.
Minho and Chan discuss the session with the producer, going over the song's structure and the tone they aim to capture.
As they start recording, Minho slips into the booth, the microphone in front of him a familiar friend. Outside the booth, you keep Minjun engaged, but his eyes often drift to his father, watching through the glass as Minho sings.
During playback, Minho steps out to listen, standing beside you and Minjun. He watches for Minjun's reaction, hoping to see a sign of approval. Minjun looks up, his eyes wide, and claps his small hands together.
"Daddy's song!" he exclaims, and Minho laughs, bending down to ruffle his hair.
"That's right, dumpling. Did you like it?" Minho asks.
"Love it, Daddy! You and uncle Channie sing nice!" Minjun responds, and Chan, overhearing, chuckles, giving Minho a pat on the back.
"It's a hit then, we have our toughest critic's approval," Chan jokes, making you all giggle.
The session continues, with Minho going back into the booth several times to refine his parts. Between takes, he checks on Minjun, always making sure he's happy and occupied. You seamlessly take care of Minjun, ensuring he's entertained but also quiet whenever the recording light is on.
As the afternoon goes on, the final parts of the track are recorded. With the professional part of his day winding down, Minho's attention fully returns to Minjun, who by now has created an impressive array of colorful drawings. "What do you say we show these to uncle Channie, huh?" Minho suggests, and Minjun nods enthusiastically, gathering his artwork.
Chan admires each drawing, making a big deal out of Minjun's artistic skills, which makes Minjun beam with pride. "We've got a future artist on our hands, Minho," Chan says, ruffling Minjun's hair.
"Maybe, but no matter what, I just want him to be happy," Minho replies, his voice soft, filled with love.
As the day comes to an end, you help pack up Minjun's things while Minho prepares to leave. He thanks you again, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Really, Y/n, I don't know what I'd do without your help," he admits.
"It's always a pleasure, Minho. Plus, I get to spend the day with this little guy," you say, tickling Minjun gently, pulling a giggle from him.
"Did you have fun today, Minjun?" he asks his son fondly.
"Yes, Daddy! Sing with uncle Channie again?" Minjun asks, his voice sleepy but happy.
"Absolutely, buddy. We'll come back soon," Minho promises, a smile crossing his face as he focuses back on the road.
One month later
Minho sits on the edge of the sofa, his tour outfit half-on, the rest laid out meticulously across the sofa. Minjun, sitting cross-legged with his blanket clutched tightly to his chest, watches his father with large, worried eyes. The tension between wanting to be there for his fans and needing to comfort his son gnaws at Minho, creating a knot of anxiety that settles heavily in his stomach.
“Buddy, you know Daddy has to go sing for all the people who came to see us tonight, right?” Minho’s voice is soft but carries an underlying note of apology. The stage was calling him, but his heart was anchored right there.
Minjun’s lips quiver as he shakes his head vehemently. “No, Daddy! Stay, please. Don’t go!” His voice breaks as he begins to sob, tears streaming down his cheeks. The sight tears through Minho’s heart like a dagger.
Kneeling in front of his son, Minho wipes away the tears with a gentle thumb, his own eyes misting over. “Oh, my little boy, I wish I could stay... But remember how we talked about Daddy’s job? How there are so many people waiting to hear our songs?” He tries to infuse some enthusiasm into his voice, hoping to sway his son’s mood.
But Minjun was unyielding. His small body trembles with sobs, each cry slicing through Minho’s resolve. “I want Daddy... no songs... stay... please…” His words are punctuated by hiccupping sobs, each plea making Minho’s heart sink more firmly to the ground.
“Minjun, I need you to be strong for Daddy now, yeah?” he asks, but his son shakes his head with a weak sound. Minho quickly finishes dressing, he could hear the distant echo of the others warming up. The show was imminent, his cue to leave fast approaching. He merely has an hour left.
“You'll join us for a last talk?” Jeongin asks, and Minho nods, scooping Minjun up and following him outside.
Chan talks them through the process once more, glancing at Minho, who's rocking his crying son in his arms. He can tell Minho is starting to get worried and stressed out by his son's discomfort. Which is bad because they need him tonight. It's the final concert of their tour, and this is important.
Minjun wails pathetically in his arms, and Minho closes his eyes in defeat for a moment, shaking his head. “Sorry, you guys keep talking,” he says, quickly leaving the room, not wanting to disturb them any longer.
Jisung watches them worriedly and glances at Chan. “You think Jiho will be okay before we start?” he asks.
“I doubt it. Min said he's having a rough day,” he shakes his head.
“Shit,” Seungmin breathes out. “We need him tonight, Channie hyung.”
“I know,” Chan nods. “We can't help much, we know how needy his baby boy gets sometimes. We can only make sure we're all ready.”
-
Minho paces through the room, gently rocking his little boy in his arms as he talks soothingly to him. His son seemed to have realized he wouldn't see him for the next two hours, which must've caused the sudden mood swings. Minho is starting to feel stressed, glancing at the clock up at the wall and realizing he'd have to be on stage in ten minutes. He should be preparing himself mentally right now, getting a moment of peace before their intense evening. But he isn't relaxed or calm at all. The sound of his son wailing in his arms is cutting through him like knives, knowing he'd have to leave him here in a bit. He knows his friends loved their little boy, but not when he was fussing around before a show, which is why he left their room a while ago. “Shh, dumpling, please,” he tries, soothingly rubbing his back. “It's okay, yeah?”
Minjun responds with another sob, his little hand clinging to his shirt. Minho's sure his stage outfit will be stained with drool and tears later, and he feels his throat tighten as his exhaustion and frustration take over for a moment. His body will be exhausted before performing after pacing for almost an hour, carrying his son, who's only growing heavier. “Please,” he whines, knowing his own distress isn't exactly calming his baby boy.
The door opens, and Changbin shoots him an apologizing look. “Min, we should leave.”
“I know, I'll be right there,” he tells him, flashing him a stressed, weak smile.
“Two minutes,” he reminds him and leaves again.
“Please stop crying, Minjun, please,” he begs, feeling tears burn in his eyes.
The two minutes are over way too soon, and Chan opens the door this time. “Min, I'm sorry. We should go,” he tells him.
“I know, okay?!” he snaps at him, his emotions getting the better of him. “I didn't choose this, Chan, but I can't just leave him here either! I can't leave him at the hotel for that long, he's too young!”
Chan lifts his hands in an attempt to show him he's not here to pick a fight. “Min, I know, I know it's shit,” he tells him soothingly. “We can start five minutes later, but you need to get ready,” he says gently, stepping closer. “Let me take him for a moment, yeah? You should change your shirt and let someone fix your hair real quick. Come here, Jiho, hm?” Minho reluctantly lets go of him and flinches heavily as the cries of his son grow louder. He looks at Chan with tears in his eyes, who gently rocks the little one in his arms. “It's okay, Minnie, go on,” he tells him kindly. “He'll be okay.”
Minho fights with himself for a moment before leaving the room. His friends look at him compassionately as he passes them, and Felix follows him into their dressing room. He takes over for their stylist, helping Minho change his shirt and gently smoothing out his hair. “Take a deep breath, yeah?” he says gently, and Minho nods, doing as he's told. “Y/n will be here in a few minutes.”
Minho frowns at him. “No, Yongbokie, it's his day off,” he shakes his head.
“He's the only one your son accepts besides you. Chan called him a bit ago,” Felix tells him and soothingly rubs his shoulders.
Chan joins them with an apologizing look and a screaming Minjun. “He started kicking,” he tells him, and Minho closes his eyes in defeat, taking him again.
“I'm sorry,” Minho says, voice quivering as it all gets a little too much to handle. “I'm so sorry. I didn't want this, not like that.”
“We know,” Chan assures him kindly. “But we also know why you decided to pull through with this.”
Minho fights back tears, shakily rubbing his temple with one hand. He's starting to get a headache, and honestly, he just wants to go back home. “But-I know it's all getting too much,” he says shakily. “He's so clingy I can't go anywhere, and he's crying as soon as I'm gone. I know how annoying it is for you all, even if you try to hide it,” he says.
“That's your own worries speaking, hyung,” Felix assures him. “We love him, and yes, days like today are rough, but we know why you do it, and we promised to support you with it.”
“It's okay, I promise,” Chan adds gently.
You rip the door open, a little out of breath from rushing up the stairs. “I'm here, sorry, there was so much traffic!” you apologize and quickly make your way over. “You guys should go,” you urge them and gently ease Minjun out of Minho's arms. “Hiii, baby,” you say softly, smiling as the little one tiredly buries his face in your neck, hiccuping your name between broken little cries. You soothingly sway from side to side, rubbing his back and talking to him calmly. Your own calm demeanor does wonders for the little boy who grows still in your arms, little hand gripping your sweater as his body's shaking. You look up and notice Chan and Felix have left, but Minho's still here, staring at the two of you in wonder. You can spot the tears in his eyes and flash him an encouraging smile. “Go on, I got him.”
“Are you sure?” he asks nervously. “I know it's your day off.”
“I like taking care of him, it doesn't feel like work,” you assure him before glancing down at the sniffling boy in your arms. “We'll have so much fun, yeah? Your daddy has to work now, but I'm here,” you tell him and gently pat his back. “You want your plushie?” you ask and earn a weak little nod. “Go,” you whisper toward Minho, who gives himself a push. “Oh, look, here it is,” you say, handing Minjun his favorite plushie.
The boy pulls the fluffy bunny to his chest and cuddles into you. As the stage door clicks shut behind Minho, leaving the bustling sounds of the backstage crew prepping for the night's performance, the room he exits from fades to a quieter atmosphere.
The walk to the stage is the longest walk of his life. Each step echoes with Minjun’s sobs, and each beat of his heart synchronizes with the distant thumps of the bass drum from the stage. Behind the curtains, the crowd's roar is deafening, a stark contrast to the quiet, tearful goodbye he had just endured. Minho takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to gather his thoughts. Jisung gently takes his hand, Chan squeezes his shoulder, and Felix straightens his jacket. Minho's eyes flutter back open as the music starts, and he tries to push everything else away. He needs to focus.
You hold Minjun closer, feeling his little heart beating against your own. His sobs begin to subside, his breath evening out as he clutches his bunny tightly. The stuffed toy seems to offer him the comfort he seeks, his tiny fingers threading through its soft fur.
You rock gently, humming a tune that you've noticed often calms him down. The melody is simple yet soothing, and as you continue, Minjun's grip relaxes. His eyes, puffy and red from crying, start to close. It’s moments like these, where the world slows down, that remind you why you cherish your role so much—not just as a caregiver but as a steady presence in this little one's life. You would've never thought you'd enjoy looking after a kid this much.
Around you, the room is scattered with signs of Minho and his friends' hurried exit. Costumes hang on racks, makeup kits are left open, and a few sheets of music flutter slightly from a nearby air vent. It's a world of glamour and chaos mixed with those quiet moments you share with Minjun.
Minho’s life, a blend of public performances and private moments like these, paints a vivid picture of the sacrifices and joys of his career. As you adjust Minjun in your arms, preparing to sit down with him until he falls asleep, you think about the pressure Minho faces. It's not just about being a performer but also being a father and a friend—balancing each role under the watchful eyes of the public and his friends.
Outside, you hear the faint sound of the crowd, a rumbling wave of excitement for the show about to start. It's a sound you've grown accustomed to, down to the lights, music, and energy that Minho will soon be enveloped in. Yet here, in the quiet room with Minjun finally drifting to sleep, the noise seems worlds away.
Your thoughts drift to Minho and the stress practically dripping off his body. You understand his dilemma. Being a parent is challenging enough without the added pressures of a demanding career. Minho's struggle to maintain a semblance of normalcy for Minjun while meeting the expectations of his career is a tightrope walk that few can comprehend fully.
As Minjun's breaths deepen, indicating he's fallen asleep, you carefully adjust him on your chest. You ensure his favorite bunny is tucked beside him and gently pull a small blanket over his little body to keep him warm.
This tranquility is what you hope to provide for Minho as well—a sense of peace amidst the storm of his responsibilities. As the caregiver, your role extends beyond just watching over Minjun. It's about offering both father and son the assurance that they are not alone in this journey, and you can tell Minho needs it more with every passing day.
With Minjun settled, you step out of the room to catch a glimpse of the show on a monitor in the hallway. Minho is on stage now, his presence magnetic, pulling the audience into his performance. The contrast between the father you saw earlier and the performer now captivating the crowd is stark. Yet, it's this duality that defines him.
As you watch, you feel a sense of pride in Minho’s resilience and determination. It reinforces your commitment to support him in any way you can. When the show ends, you know he'll return, exhausted but fulfilled, eager to hear that Minjun was fine, that in his absence, everything was okay.
This is your world as much as it is theirs—a world of late nights and lullabies, of cheers and tears. It's a delicate balance. As the crowd’s applause echoes down the hallway, blending with the soft sounds of Minjun's peaceful sleep, you smile to yourself, ready for when Minho returns, ready to reassure him that everything is indeed fine.
Minho is the first one to return, a relieved smile covering his lips as he sees his son peacefully asleep on your chest. “You're an angel,” he breathes out, collapsing on the sofa next to you and gently fondling his son’s hair. “He didn't stop crying for an hour, I was about not to perform tonight.”
“All he needed was some peace and his favorite plushie,” you chuckle softly. “Also, he was very tired from all the crying, so that probably did the trick.”
Minho laughs weakly and shakes his head. “You handle him so much better than I do.”
“It's basically my job now,” you tell him. “Also, you were stressed and freaking out. He can sense that and it probably didn't help him calm down,” you say softly. “Not that it's your fault, everyone would have been.”
Minho hums gently and studies your face for a moment. He doesn't know if he'll ever be able to express how much it means to him to be able to trust someone with his little boy. “You know what he calls his favorite plushie?”
“He didn't tell me yet,” you shake your head, frowning at him curiously.
“He calls him Y/nnie,” he says with a tired smile, watching your expression change to one of surprise and joy. “You mean a lot to him, so I'm glad you don't mind taking care of him.”
“Oh,” you nod in surprise. “That's sweet.”
“I thought you'd like to know that,” Minho hums before pushing himself up. “I should go and take a shower. I'll come get him after.”
“No rush,” you assure him kindly.
The others are quiet whenever they have to get something in the room and leave quickly. Chan quietly thanks you for getting here on such short notice and saving the day, which you wave off with a gentle smile.
Minho shuffles back inside a little later, wearing a comfy sweater and matching sweatpants. His fluffy hair falls freely around his face. He grabs his bag from a chair and fumbles for his phone to call one of their drivers.
“I can take you back, I'm driving there anyway,” you tell him, and he drops his phone back into the bag with a thankful smile. “You got everything?” you ask, and Minho nods, grabbing his glasses from the table. He puts them on, running his hand through his hair tiredly, and makes his way back over to you.
Minho reaches for Minjun, craving to hold his little boy again, and gently lifts him up. Minjun stirs in his sleep, and Minho quickly nestles him against his chest, soothingly fondling his hair.
“Daddy,” he mumbles drowsily, little hand curling up against his neck.
“I'm here, baby,” he says softly and kisses his head. “Go back to sleep.”
The sight of Minho like this, looking so soft and vulnerable with his sweet boy resting against his chest stirs something in you you can't really explain. A sudden urge to take care of both of them overwhelms you, and your eyes trace Minho's features. You know he's pretty, he's a visual for a reason and still, you're stunned by how beautiful he gets in moments like these.
The door opens, and Minho turns a little, meeting Chan's caring expression with a tired smile. “Everything alright?” he checks in, making sure Minho is okay after this rough night.
“Yeah,” Minho assures him gently. “We're okay.”
“You did well today, Min,” Chan tells him warmly and gently squeezes his shoulder.
“Thanks, hyung,” he says genuinely.
“Thank you again, Y/n, I wouldn't have called if there had been another way,” Chan apologizes again.
“I know,” you assure him. “I didn't mind, if you need me, I'm here,” you tell them and get up.
“You should get some rest. Do you need a driver?” Chan asks, and Minho gently shakes his head.
“Y/nnie said he'd take us,” he tells him, and Chan hums agreeingly.
“Alright then,” Chan nods before grabbing his own things and waving goodbye.
Minho exhales softly and shifts on his feet, feeling the intensity of the concert creeping up on him. His legs hurt, and his arms are tired, but he doesn't want to let go of him yet. If someone asked him to go to sleep right here he could without a second thought. He carefully tilts his head and his neck cracks at the movement. For a second, pain tints his features, and you frown at him.
“You're okay?” you ask gently, already grabbing your stuff and his bag.
“Mhm,” he hums, gently swaying from side to side to keep Minjun asleep. “Just exhausted…and everything hurts.”
“You definitely need some rest,” you respond gently, adjusting his bag on your shoulder. “Let’s get you both home.”
Minho nods gratefully, his gaze lingering on Minjun’s peaceful face as they follow you out of the room. The walk to the car is quiet, with only the occasional whisper of wind and the distant sound of the city at night. Once Minho settles Minjun into the car seat, he collapses into the passenger seat with a sigh of relief.
The drive is smooth and uneventful. You keep the radio off, allowing the silence to settle comfortably around you, broken only by Minjun's gentle breathing in the backseat. Minho’s head leans against the window, eyes closed, but you can tell he isn’t really asleep; he is just resting, processing the day.
“Y/nnie,” Minho finally speaks, his voice quiet in the dark car. “I really can’t thank you enough. Not just for tonight, but for everything. You’ve become… a lot more than just an assistant to us.”
Your heart warms at his words, and you glance at him briefly before focusing back on the road. “I’m glad to be here, Minho. You and Minjun mean a lot to me, too.”
A small smile tugs at Minho’s lips. “I'm lucky to have you,” he murmurs, his voice laced with fatigue. You can't help the warmth spreading through you at his words. If there's one thing you've learned in the years of working for him, then it's that he’s completely honest when he's tired.
As you reach the hotel, you help him gather everything and support him as he carefully lifts Minjun, who mumbles sleepily but doesn’t wake. Minho leans against the wall of the elevator, eyes closed as he fights falling asleep on the spot. He readjusts his grip around Minjun, burying his nose in his hair, and breathes calmly.
You search for Minho's keycard for the room and gently guide him down the hallway, opening the door for him. You stop there, and Minho turns around inside, flashing you a tired smile. “Come in for a moment?” he asks gently.
“It's fine, really,” you assure him.
“Let me at least make you some tea, please?” he asks, and you can tell he's trying to give you something back for today. You can't deny him that.
“Okay,” you nod and step inside, pulling the door closed. You follow Minho inside, and he tells you to drop his bag somewhere next to the bed.
Minho carefully puts Minjun down, tucking him in. He smooths his hair back and plants a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispers.
Minho quickly makes you both some tea and hands you a cup. “You should get some sleep too,” you suggest as you walk towards the small living room area, where Minho has slumped onto the couch.
“Just a few minutes,” Minho says, his eyes already closing. “I’m too tired to move.”
You sit down next to him and gently ease the cup from his hands, not wanting him to burn himself by accident. “Min,” you say gently as he tilts to the side, body growing heavy against you. “You should really get some sleep.”
“Thanks for tonight, Y/nnie,” Minho whispers as you give up the fight and let him rest his head on your shoulder.
“It’s no problem, really,” you reassure him. You pause, considering your next words. “Minho, you’re doing an amazing job with him. I hope you know that.”
Minho smiles weakly. “I’m trying. It’s hard to know if I’m doing enough, you know?”
“You are. More than enough,” you tell him kindly.
“I feel like I owe you an explanation... or maybe it’s more of an apology for tonight,” Minho mumbles sleepily.
“There's no need, I promise,” you tell him, but Minho shakes his head.
“I hate that my work pulls me away from Minjun,” he starts, his voice tinged with frustration. “And nights like tonight make it all feel ten times heavier. I worry about the effect it’s having on him.”
“You’re doing the best you can,” you reassure him. “And it’s clear to everyone, especially Minjun, how much you love him. He knows, Minho, how much you care.”
Minho nods, taking a deep breath. “Thanks, Y/nnie. I... sometimes I just need to hear that. It gets a bit overwhelming trying to balance everything. And tonight, seeing him so upset, I felt like I was failing him.”
“You’re not failing him,” you say firmly. “Every single time he looks at you, he does so with so much love. That’s not failure.”
Minho pulls back his head and looks at you drowsily, a sincere smile breaking through his exhaustion. “I’m really glad you’re here. Not just for Minjun, but for me too.”
“I told you the first day we met I'm here to make your life easier,” you tell him gently. “It doesn't matter if that's by planning your week or taking care of the little one.”
“He really loves you, I hope you know that,” he tells you and swallows at the joy in your eyes. “I… never mind,” he shakes his head and rubs his face tiredly, taking off his glasses. “I should get some sleep before I keep on rambling and keep you up.”
“You should,” you giggle. “I'll let myself out.”
“Goodnight, Y/nnie,” he says softly.
“Goodnight, Minho,” you say and decide it's your time to leave.
Minho drags himself to bed, crawling under the covers and joining his baby. He smiles as Minjun wakes up and crawls on his chest, getting comfortable there.
“Missed you, daddy,” he says softly.
“Missed you too, dumpling,” he says fondly and kisses his head. “Let's sleep now, yeah?” he asks, already drifting off to sleep.
“Y/nnie?” he asks.
“Y/nnie's in his room,” Minho answers and squints at him as his son shuffles off him and searches the bed. “Minjunnie,” he groans softly and turns onto his side.
His son makes a succeeding noise and shoves his little bunny into Minho's face. “Y/nnie!”
“Oh, I should've known that,” he laughs at himself before pulling him into a hug. “Come here now, yeah? Daddy's tired, baby.”
“Story?” he asks and Minho closes his eyes in defeat at the soft, tiny voice of his son.
“There once was a little boy. He was really tired, and his daddy was also very tired. They went to bed. The little boy fell asleep. The end,” he says and Minjun makes a protesting little noise.
“Stupid, daddy,” he laughs.
“Yeah, stupid,” he giggles and plants a few kisses all over his son's adorable little face.
“Story, please?” he giggles, scrunching his little nose at his father's sudden love attack.
Minho smiles, his exhaustion seeping away slightly in the joy of the moment. "Alright, my love, one story, but then it's really time to sleep," he says, adjusting himself so Minjun is comfortably nestled against his side, their heads sharing a pillow.
"Okay, daddy," Minjun agrees eagerly, his eyes wide with the anticipation of a bedtime story.
"Once upon a time," Minho begins, his voice soft and melodious, perfect for a bedtime tale, "in a faraway land, there was a brave little knight named Minjun."
"Like me!" Minjun interrupts with a giggle, his small fingers playing with Minho's hand.
"Yes, just like you," Minho confirms with a grin. "Minjun was the bravest knight in all the lands, and he had a magical friend, a dragon named Sparky."
"Dragon!" Minjun exclaims, delighted. "Does he breathe fire?"
"He does," Minho nods, "but Sparky only breathes fire when he needs to protect the kingdom. Most of the time, he's very gentle and loves to play."
Minjun listens intently, his imagination painting the scenes as his father describes them. "One day," Minho continues, "the kingdom faced great danger. A mysterious fog covered the land, making everyone feel very sleepy and lazy."
“What's fog, daddy?” he asks, his voice sounding a little sleepy by now.
“You know when it's cold, or it rains, and the air is all gray and heavy?” he asks, and Minjun nods.
“Fog is stupid,” he declares, making Minho bite back a laugh.
"So no one wanted to play or work," Minho adds, noticing Minjun's concerned frown. "Minjun and Sparky had to find the cause of the fog and save the kingdom."
"How did they do it?" Minjun asks, his voice filled with worry for the characters.
"Well," Minho says, drawing out the suspense, "they went on a grand adventure. They traveled through the Enchanted Forest, across the Silver Mountains, and finally to Crystal Lake, where the fog was thickest. They found out that the fog came from a sleeping spell by a lonely wizard who just wanted some friends," Minho explains. "Minjun offered to be the wizard's friend if he would lift the spell."
"Did he do it?" Minjun's eyes are hopeful, his small body tense with excitement.
"Yes, he did," Minho smiles. "The wizard was so happy to have a friend that he not only lifted the spell but also promised to use his magic for good. Together, they returned to the kingdom, heroes who had saved the day."
Minjun yawns, snuggling closer to his father, his eyelids heavy. "I like Minjun. He's nice," he mumbles sleepily.
"He is," Minho agrees, his voice a whisper now. "Just like you, my brave little boy."
As Minjun's breaths even out into the steady rhythm of sleep, Minho continues to hold him close. The story's end morphs into a quiet night. He lies there in the darkness, feeling the weight of his son's trust and love, anchoring him more firmly than anything else could.
In the silence of the room, with Minjun's soft snores as the only sound, Minho reflects on the day. The responsibilities of his career, the bright lights of the stage, and the cheers of the crowd—all of it fades into the background when contrasted with the peaceful, sleeping form of his son. Here, in the dim glow of the nightlight, Minho finds his truest joy.
He whispers a promise into the darkness, a vow to always return to this, to Minjun, no matter where his life takes him. "Always back to you," he murmurs, gently kissing Minjun's forehead. With that promise cradling his heart, Minho allows himself to drift off to sleep.
PART TWO
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Type: Just pure fluff, dad!Minho, mum!reader, Mihee is yours and Minho's daughters name
Summary: Yours and Minho's bundle of joy was here and this was the first time Minho was going to introduce yours and his daughter to the fans
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“Hi hi everyone” Minho said as he waved and smiled to his phone. This was the first time he's done a live for ages. And this was the first time he was going to introduce yours and his daughter for the first time. She's only two months old and Minho knew this was the right time. Of course, he had your permission as well.
“As you know, Y/N had our little bundle of joy two months ago. We both agreed that this was the right time for you to see her” when Minho said that, he put the camera to his daughter, who was sleeping in her crib.
“Here she is. Our bundle of joy, Lee Mihee” Minho said. He just couldn't stop staring at his precious daughter. When you and Minho got together, he knew in his heart that you were going to be the mother of his children. Even looking after your friends' children, Minho would always imagine having a little him or you running around the house. Finding out you were pregnant did come as a shock. The reason was, with Minho being on tour and you were scared to tell him. Your friend was the one who told him that you were pregnant. You still remember when he asked you why you were scared to tell him. It wasn't the fact that you both wanted children, it was the fact you didn't want him to come off the tour. Once the tour was over, the guys made sure to do a celebration of you being pregnant. With help from Minho of course. You and Minho didn't tell the fans not until you were 6 months gone.
(“I know some of you have been wondering why I haven't been posting pictures of Y/N and me for a while. We've got some exciting news to tell you” as soon as Minho said that, you raised your shirt up, to reveal your growing baby bump. “Me and Y/N are going to have our own bundle of joy” Minho said in an excited tone, which made you giggle. Just seeing the comments from the fans made yours and Minho's heart swell at how happy they were for the both of you.)
“It's still crazy that she's here. For me, it still feels like a dream. I know for Y/N, she wants to spend all her time with our daughter, same as I do. Even though I hold her most of the time” as soon as Minho said that, you walked into her nursery.
“It's because you don't want to let her go,” you said as Minho turned to see you.
“And here is my beautiful wife and the mother of our precious bundle of joy” Minho pointed his phone to you, as you waved.
“This happens most of the time. If I want to have time with my daughter, Minho has to be there as well”
“I want to make sure that I see everything she does. I don't want to miss any of her milestones” Minho pouted as you kissed his pout.
“You won't miss anything, don't worry” you said rubbing his back. Minho could feel his eyes well up. You took the phone from him as you said Minho will give an update later. Saying bye, you shut his phone off. Minho wiped his tears for you not to see.
“Babe, I'm telling you this. You won't miss any of her milestones. She's only two months old”
“But it's when I go on tour with the guys or when we do promotions for any albums. I don't want to miss all that”
“I'll make sure that we both come and see you, that way, you won't miss her milestones” you said in a soothing voice to him. Minho smiled and kissed you sweetly. Minho looked back at his daughter, who was still sleeping. He kissed her forehead, as she stirred slightly, but didn't wake up. You did the same before you both walked out and shut the door quietly.
“I don't think I'll get over the fact our bundle of joy is here,” Minho said sitting on the bed.
“Same as I won't”
“How about a second child?”
“And how about we'll wait until Mihee is about 2 or 3 years old. Then we'll see about a second child”
A/N:These are all connected stories tied in with the reactions. If there is a dad au that you are looking for that is not involved in this timeline then it will be linked in the regular masterlist.
All of a sudden there is this small being he is responsible for and 9 months was not enough for him to prepare
He would prefer to keep his distance and let his partner handle most of the things cause is scared he may break that child.
He loves his kid but his monkey brain can't stop going "drop it" any time he holds the baby. 😅
He will only hold it while sitting and with an army of pillows around them.
However, once the kid starts looking less breakable he will turn into the playful parent
Loves the more heavy kind of play
Wrestling, running around, stuff like that
His partner better not have a weak heart cause he definitely scares them every once in a while 😩
But the kid loves it
Will want to be involved in everything but he can't be serious for longer than 5 minutes so his partner has to step up or else the kid will be too energetic to fall asleep
Insists on picking up the kid from kindergarten/school every day and always asks how their day was.
Buys them candy on the way home if they had a bad day.
Cooks dinner every night
Buys child-friendly kitchen utensils so they can help. Both of them in aprons and chef hats 🤧💔
Takes the kid to play with the cats most weekends, and they love it.
Teaches them to tease their uncles 🤭
The kid is his mini-me, literally copy and pasted 😩🤲
Stray kids reaction to your kid misbehaving with you
Guys I wrote this while travelling back and forth (does that make sense) I had to travel 4 hours to the capital to get my degree and meet my best friend and now I'm going back home, a 4 hour long bus ride, and I just finished this
You were in the kitchen with your twins, Noah and Mema, baking and laughing with the 10 year olds. It was almost 9 pm and your 13 year old son Joey (Aaron) hadn't come home even though his curfew was 6 pm. You anxiously waited for him to be back before his father. You guys were concerned about Joey because of his changing behaviour and friends, so Chan tried to control him little by little, the first restriction was the 6 pm curfew.
You heard the door unlock and footsteps near the staircase so you followed and were angry but relieved to see Joey.
"where were you? have you seen the time?" you ask sternly.
He gives you an annoyed look and continues going towards the staircase.
"Joey, I asked you a question".
"I was hanging out with my friends, get off my back" Joey says.
You were shocked at his rude behavior.
"Joey if your father finds out about you coming home this late he-"
"he'll what? huh? what will he do? you two are so annoying always keeping me from having fun and living my life the way I want. Why can't you guys be cool like my friends' mom and dad? why are you guys so stupid!"
You are at a loss of words, anger boiling inside you. He's looking at you with anger and you try holding his hand but he swats it away and screams "don't touch me mom".
"How dare you speak to your mother like that" says an angry voice.
"dad I- no I was joking with mom, I was teasing her".
Chan comes to stand next to you with his arms crossed in front of his chest. The look he's giving your son is enough to have him shit his pants.
"misbehaving and lying, don't recall teaching you that. Or is that what your friends do all the time that you've picked up" Chan says.
Silence. He tells you to go back to the twins, that he needs to have a word with your son.
Joey insists that you be there because he knows Chan will hold back for your sake, but Chan is beyond angry and you don't want to get in his way of educating your son. You see fear in Joey's eyes and anger in Chan's.
"Bang Aaron Jinhwan, go to your room and wait for me there" Chan says strictly and Joey runs to his room.
Chan hugs you and kisses your forehead, "don't listen to him, you know he doesn't mean any of it" he whispers to you. "go easy on our baby Chris" you say giving his hand a light squeeze. He gives you a sad smile indicating that he won't. You know he needs to talk some sense into him and it has to be him because Joey doesn't listen to you at all.
Best believe Joey won't misbehave with you again.
Lee Know
Yunhway, your 15 year old daughter, had snuck out and you found out. Minho had come home late, had an apple for dinner and went straight to bed. Phew, at least he didn't find out about Yunhway. You knew he was in a deep sleep from his heavy snores. After putting your 6 year old, Jaehyun, to sleep, you waited for your daughter on the couch. She came home around 1 am, her shoes in her hand and tiptoeing to her room. You switch the lamp on, startling her.
"come here Yunhway" you say.
She doesn't listen to you and walks to her room, you follow her. You sit on her bed while she changes into her pajamas.
"leave me alone mom" she says.
"keep it down, everyone's asleep" you warn her.
"then why're you awake? go away mom"
"Yunhway I am your mother, I was worried sick. You snuck out to see that boy again didn't you" you say and her eyes widen.
"you have no right to ask me that".
"you are my child, I have every right to ask you that. I told you not to meet him, he's not a good guy and you went against my word. Not just by seeing him but sneaking at night. Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? Why are you being reckless Hway".
"my God mom do you hear yourself, stop trying to control me. You're just jealous that dad doesn't spend much time with you and I have someone who cares about me and is by my side. Ugh now get out of my room" she spits venom while opening the door to find an angry Minho standing at the threshold.
Yunhway looks at him then you with pleading eyes. Minho walks into the room and you quickly get up to hide your daughter behind your back. "Minho no I'm talking to her, go to bed I'll come to you". Nothing you say is getting to him because he's walking towards you two now and holds Yunhway's hand. You hold his wrist but he gives you a blank expression. You get out of the way, not wanting to make him angrier.
"who is he?" he asks his daughter.
"he's just a friend dad it's nothing".
"then why did you sneak out? and you just came back? is he really just a friend" he asks angrily. She doesn't say anything. He nudges her arm "answer me!"
"dad it's nothing, I was out with friends I promise I won't do it again please" she says, crying.
"and what makes you think you can talk to your mother like that??" he says and you grab his shoulder and put your other hand on his chest, motioning to him to stop. He ignores you and keeps speaking.
"you have no idea what kind of hell your mother went through to bring you into this world, not only that, she sacrificed her needs just so you could get the best. She always always put you before her and this is how you talk to her?? You disrespect her and mock her about her relationship with me? When it is her who taught you to speak. You are standing here because of her! Apologize to her right now!" his face is red with anger. Your daughter is crying and you are at the verge of tears.
"Minho please stop, I'll talk to her, please honey" you try convincing him, caressing his face.
"mom I'm sorry. Please forgive me, I'll listen to you, I'm sorry". She cries. You hug her trying to calm her down. Minho hugs you both too, still angry but you guys can talk to her in the morning.
Changbin
Your daughter Lin (Hyolin), 14, is in the kitchen with you, telling you about the new cute boy in school. You're both giggling about all the girls drooling over him and you giving her tips on how to make him like you, since he is in your class. Your son Juno (Junhong), 16, comes in talking on the phone with a girl. He grabs an apple from the fridge and tells her "bye baby girl, see you tomorrow". You have a good bond with both your kids so you're concerned about not knowing who this girl is.
"hey Juno, come sit with us" you say.
"uh no thanks mom, I don't want to know about that guy Lin's telling you about" he scoffs. You and Lin exchange looks.
"okay then how about you tell us about the girl you were talking to" you say playfully.
"there's nothing to talk about" he says dryly.
"come on, baby girl? Really Juno?" Lin says.
"stop teasing me. And mom please don't ask me personal stuff, it's my life okay?" Juno says.
You're a bit shocked because even though he keeps things to himself, he does let you know about things from the surface, just the main parts.
"Juno, hey is everything okay?" you ask. "what do you want mom? you want me to tell you what she smells like or how she keeps her hair? or you want me to introduce you to her? sorry to say mom but I would be embarrassed to introduce you to her. You're too touchy and want to get involved in things. Just look at yourself giggling with a 14 year old over some guy. You really need a life mom".
You're embarrassed by his words, not because you think he's right but because that's what he thinks of you. Just as you're about to say something he shows you the hand "mom please just stop, you've heard enough" the audacity of this kid I swear
Juno is turned to face his father, who has his arm in his hold, his expression is a mixture of annoyance and anger.
"Seo Junhong you got some nerve speaking like that to the woman who's the reason you're standing here" Changbin says.
"Changbin it's nothing, he's-" Changbin motions for you to stop.
"say that again, I don't think I heard it completely" he says loudly. Juno stays silent, Changbin's grip not leaving his arm.
"dad I'm sorry" he says
"I didn't tell you to apologize, did I? I told you to say whatever you said to your mother again. Oh and Lin will fact check incase you miss something, won't you Lin?" he says and Lin nods quietly, knowing far too well not to make her father angry with her.
"go on. Or do you want me to highlight some points for you. Tell us how you're embarrassed by your mother, and how you hate it when she gets involved in your super personal business hmm?"
Juno looks at you and you stand up and tell Changbin to let it go. "I don't want you to apologize to her because I'm not through with you. You won't introduce her to your girlfriend? She won't meet her and neither will I. If this is how you treat your mother, I'm ashamed to think how you treat girls around you. Go to your room" Changbin's words are heavy and Juno, who is a tough kid, starts crying.
"mom dad please, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry".
Changbin sits on the seat next to you and changes the topic to how his day went, giving your head a tight squeeze. You know what he's doing and you want to hug Juno but he needs to learn his lesson.
"and Minho hyung tried so hard not to call me out so I kept testing his patience" he says smiling at the memory, continuing his story.
Juno stands next to Lin's seat, trying to get your attention but you're playing Changbin's game and he will teach his son a lesson. Just because he babies his children a lot doesn't mean they get a free pass to disrespect you or him.
Hyunjin
You and Hyunjin only have one daughter, Yerim. As much as you guys want more children, your health doesn't allow you to conceive so you accept it. You can always have another child later, when you're healthy. With only one child, both of you spoiling her, there's no wonder she was beginning to become rotten to the bone. (lmao what did I just write)
You didn't like how your 13 year old kept inviting her friends over without letting you know about it. You always find random people in your house and her coming home late. You feared what kind of habits your daughter was indulging in. You complained about the unwanted company to Hyunjin and he told Yerim to at least let you know beforehand. What was that? He's just allowing her to invite random people to your place? You hate this and are going to talk to her, since her father won't do anything about it.
Hyunjin just left with Seungmin and now is the perfect opportunity to talk to her.
"Yerim-ah don't you think it's a little weird that people we're not completely familiar with just roam around in our house? It's uncomfortable and what if something gets stolen. If you really need to invite people over, make sure it's just your friends"
"what's the big deal mom? chill out no one's stealing anything lol. And like dad didn't say anything about it, so don't tell me who I can or can't invite"
"never speak to me like that again. You're living under my roof, and I'm warning you. I don't want to see anyone in this house that's not your friend. Got it?" yeah you weren't gonna let the spoiled princess sass you, you're the sass queen.
"omg mom you're not the boss of me and get out of my room" she says shoving your shoulder.
You being weak sauce, lose your balance with the shove and try grabbing onto something to keep yourself from falling. You are caught by your husband's arms, his expression of shock and pure rage.
"yah! Yerim ah!" he's never yelled at her before and the girl is startled.
"I didn't do anything dad she tripped on her own"
"I don't want to hear another word from your spoiled mouth. You are grounded for a week"
"dad no you can't do that my friends are coming over today"
"you are not allowed to call anyone over again, you hear me?"
Hyunjin makes Yerim apologize to you and leaves the room with you. Your daughter crying and throwing tantrums in her room. He apologizes to you for being ignorant and tucks you in bed with snacks and water and leaves with his card, which he came back to get.
Jisung
You weren't the type of woman to let people be rude to you and bring you down, you're a force to be reckoned with and that's what Jisung loves about you. So when Doyoung, your 16 year old son was talking back at you for staying over at his friend's house without letting you know where he was, you were having none of it.
"you have the audacity to disobey me, you could've at least sent me a text or answered my calls!"
"buzz off mom, I'm not a baby anymore, stop acting like I depend on you"
"I'm not acting like that. Watch your mouth. I'm concerned about you. What's wrong with you Doyoung, when did you get so rebellious"
"I'm not rebellious, you're so annoying. I'm just doing what I want to do and you can't handle that because you have issues. You can't handle that dad is almost never home and you want me to be here so you don't lose your fucking mind!"
You're taken aback, you can't believe that the child who never created much fuss because he didn't want to overburden you, is now grown-up to talk shit to you. Your jaw is hung open, your dad never spoke to you like that, Jisung never spoke to you like that. How can someone you gave birth to, and cared for and loved unconditionally ever since, speak to you like that. You feel miserable because you love him too much but he hurt you, had it been anyone else you'd have slapped them square across the cheek. Doyoung leaves you and you're sitting on the couch still processing his words and the pain in your chest. Jisung comes home 2 hours later and you're lying on the couch, hugging the cushion. He greets you and you hum trying to hide your gloomy mood. He picks it up and sits next to you. Jisung notices your swollen face, from crying and how uncomfortable you are.
"what's wrong honey?"
"nothing, I'm not feeling myself today, I'm going to bed"
"going to bed? It's 7 pm, are you feeling okay?"
"yeah I just need to rest" you say, your voice cracking. Jisung grabs you by your wrist and makes you face him. You burry your face in your hands and cry hard, he embraces you, extremely worried.
"y/n something happened. Tell me, you're worrying me"
"I'm not feeling okay Jisung, it's nothing really" you manage to say between sobs.
"I've known you for 22 years, and the times I've seen you cry, I can count it on my fingers. Something is up, talk to me please"
"Jisung do you think I'm going insane? Am I annoying?" you sob hard
"what? Where did that come from? Of course not, why're you saying that?" he's getting angry because someone clearly hurt you.
"you're only saying that aren't you"
"look at me, you know me way too well. You know I would never lie to make you feel better. Now tell me who hurt you" his grip on your wrist tightens and you're afraid of how he will react but he won't rest until you give him a name, so you get to the point.
"Doyoung, he snuck out last night and when I scolded him, he said I'm trying to keep him locked at home because dad's never home and I'm annoying and going crazy" fresh tears spill from your eyes. You're crying like a baby because your son really hurt you with his words. Jisung doesn't know what to say, he rubs your back and takes you to your bedroom. He runs a bath for you and takes good care of you. You're tired from crying all day so you're knocked out almost instantly. He quietly slips out of bed and goes to Doyoung's room.
"hey have you seen your mother?" he pretends to not know.
"she was in the lounge the last time I saw her, might be in your room"
"no she's not there, I looked for her so I came her thought maybe she'd be here"
"uh no, did you call her?" Doyoung asks starting to feel guilty and concerned.
"yeah, she's not answering" he says calmly, studying his son's expressions. He can clearly see panic and guilt setting in.
"dad we gotta look for her, where could she have gone?" Doyoung gets out of bed and puts his shoes on.
"uh no, let it go. She's so annoying anyway, maybe she finally lost her fucking mind and got lost" Jisung says as he leaves the room, making it clear that he knows what went down and now it's hell for Doyoung.
"dad, no, I- where's mom? I need to talk to her"
"go to bed Han Doyoung" Jisung gives him a stern look and he quickly goes back to bed.
You don't speak to him for 2 days and he's crying and begging for your attention.
"mom please I'm sorry, I was stupid for saying that please talk to me"
Felix
Felix has a very good relationship with his children Eve (Evelyn) 14 and Danny (Dennis) 11. You are a perfect family. Good genes, pretty smiles, everything about you guys is perfect. Your children are well mannered, smart and talented, like their father. Everyone always complemented the family and thw children for being respectable and warm. So Felix couldn't believe his ears when he walked in and heard Eve yelling at you. Danny and Eve had gotten into a fight and you were trying to resolve it. Eve was clearly at fault but she was not having it. To her, she didn't push Danny down the stairs because he mocked her dancing. She was simply defending herself because Danny was being mean to her (yeah right Eve). Right now, Danny was clinging to you with a bruise on his temple and lip, pain in the left elbow, which you treated and gave medicine for. You scolded Eve for the absurdity of her actions.
"what if something big happened to your brother huh? How could you do this Eve, I can't believe you"
"mom please shut up you're acting dumb. I was defending myself he just slipped"
"Lee Evelyn Hyeri! How dare you use foul words with me"
"oh my God mom please you're-"
Felix walks in the room, disappointment evident on his face. "look me in the eye and say that again Evelyn".
Her eyes go wide oh shit. "dad mom is taking Danny's side, she's being unfair".
Felix looks at Danny's tear stained face, he's sitting in your lap, clinging to your torso. It makes him upset seeing his son hurt and his children fighting but the reason behind his pain is his own sister.
"apologize to Danny and mama right now"
"but-" "right now" he says in his low dark voice. "no" she screams with tears of frustration in her eyes.
Felix hugs her to calm her down and reasons with her, calmly telling her about what could've happened if Danny's fall was serious and how hard you work for them and the sacrifices you make. By the end of the father daughter session, she comes to you and you for a hug and apologizes for her actions and words. Felix comes in for a hug too.
Perfect family.
Seungmin
Like Seungmin, his children were calm and collected. But there was one problem, they inherited the savagery from him and sass from you. That's a lethal combo. Your family was like that, always messing with each other, displaying your sass and savagery. To an outsider, you guys were always fighting but you all knew it was fun and games. That's all that matters right? The family should know your intentions.
So it wasn't hard for Seungmin to sense your 15 year old son Keith's (Kyungsoo) intentions of hurting you when he said you're a weak woman. You and Keith were arm wrestling and he cheated and smacked your hand hard and out of excitement went "hey loser, don't even think of a rematch you're weak and you know it". With this you, Seungmin and your 10 year old Hyesung went silent.
"stop that" Seungmin said before Keith could say anything else.
"I won. I won. I won. Huh. You're no match for me woman"
"Keith you're hurting your mother I said stop it" Seungmin says and Keith looks at you, feeling guilty. You were physically weak, it was commm knowledge, working around the house made you tired easily and your boys helped you with the chores, you were in this together. It made you upset that you couldn't put you 100% in for them but whatever you did was more than enough and they knew that. So Keith saying this made you upset. He realized his mistake and sat down to hug your legs. "I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean it like that. I love you and I really appreciate you" he says. You kiss the top of his head "I love you too" you say.
Jeongin
You're pregnant with your third child and it's getting hard to do work around the house. Your older children 13 year old Jihoo and 7 year old Yedam do whatever they can for you but you have to admit, Yedam is more considerate than Jihoo. All Jihoo does is play games and stay in his room. Jeongin doesn't notice much because he comes home late. By the time he comes, you're either asleep on the couch or the bed or you're cleaning the kitchen. He always helps you when he sees you working. You're right months in and Jeongin decides to take some time off work to be by your side so he comes home early. None of you hear him come in. You're feeling sick and ask Jihoo to bring you medicine but he refuses and tells you to get it yourself.
"Jihoo if I could I would get it myself, please I'm really sick and I need to make dinner"
"mom I'm not your servant, please go away, ask Yedam to get it"
"and she's your servant right? She cooks for you and cleans after you in this condition, she's practically a servant for you Yedam" Jeongin interrupts, seething.
Yedam is embarrassed and tries to explain himself. Jeongin takes your hand and brings you to your bedroom. He tells you to wait and gets the medicine and snacks for you.
"I'm sorry he talked to you like that. I don't know why he's like that but I'll talk some sense into him" Jeongin says rubbing his neck.
You rest your head on the head of the bed, feeling dizzy. "mm remember when we had him, we were over joyed, ready to die for him. I never thought he'd be like this" you say.
"I'll make sure this doesn't happen again y/n I'm sorry for not teaching our boys, I'll be better for them" he says and kisses you.
