Spending Time With His Young Family ~ Song Dongwoon
A shriek came from your daughter as soon as a familiar voice called through your home. She completely forgot about the game that the two of you were playing, leaping into Dongwoon’s open arms waiting for her at the front door.
“How are my two favourite girls?” Dongwoon asked as he scooped her up, feeling her hands press to both of his cheeks.
“We’re good,” she giggled in reply.
Just as she finished talking, you walked through the house too, offering him a smile. “How’s your day been?” You asked Dongwoon as he closed the door behind him.
“It wasn’t too bad,” he replied, meeting your eyes, “I would have much preferred to spend it at home with you two though.”
Your head shook as Dongwoon walked across to you and wrapped his arm around your frame. “We had quite a productive day, Y/D/N’s done some paintings that she wants to show you.”
“Yeah!” She squealed in his hold, “daddy, will you come and see what I made?”
Dongwoon nodded back at her straight away, “of course, why don’t you go and show me what you’ve done,” he told her, placing her down on the ground to get them.
“You might have to use your imagination a little bit when you see them,” you warned Dongwoon as he led you into the living room, smiling widely.
As soon as Dongwoon was in the room, your daughter was stood in front of him, holding several pieces of paper out for Dongwoon to look through that she had painted.
“Wow,” he gasped as he looked through them all, doing just as you’d told him to do, using his imagination to try and guess what most of them were of.
“Do you like them?” Your daughter asked him.
Dongwoon knelt in front of her, wrapping his arms around her, “I don’t like them, I love them. Aren’t you just such a talented little painter?”
As you watched on, Dongwoon glanced across at you, offering you a knowing smile as you saw past his grin to see just how confused he really was.
“Mummy says that I get my creativeness form you.”
Dongwoon’s head nodded back at her but furrowed his brows across at as you as he tried to figure out the relationship between the two of them that you had spotted. Once your daughter had finished showing off her paintings, the focus shifted to dinner, with one mention of a takeout being all that Dongwoon needed to do to help make your mind up.
“Y/D/N, what should we order for dinner?” Dongwoon asked, watching your daughter’s eyes light up. “Is there anything that you fancy having?”
“Daddy, you can choose,” she told him in reply, taking you both by surprise.
Dongwoon especially looked back at her with a puzzled expression. Neither of you knew where it had come from, but as your daughter pointed how busy of a day Dongwoon had had at work, she wanted him to have something that he wanted to eat.
“You definitely take after your mummy,” Dongwoon laughed as she finished.
“Daddy would never let others decide,” you agreed.
Dongwoon shot a glance to where you stood, “daddy knows what he likes and what good food is.”
Your head shook at the confident smile that was on his face as Dongwoon grabbed his phone to be able to start looking through a few of the menus that were available.
Whilst he did, you and your daughter began to tidy up the living room from where you had turned it inside out throughout the day. There were things everywhere, but as ever, she was more than happy to help you put it all back.
By the time that you were done, dinner had been ordered, with Dongwoon placing his phone onto the coffee table, sitting back, and relaxing.
“Where are you going to put all of your paintings, Y/D/N?” Dongwoon asked your daughter as she sat down in his lap.
“Do you think uncles would like them?”
Straight away Dongwoon’s head nodded back at her, intrigued as to how the other boys would react when she gave them the paintings. He only hoped that they’d be as confused as he was and have to try their best to smile.
“Why don’t you write their names on them, so you know whose is whose?” He suggested.
“Will you help me so that I can spell them properly?”
“Of course,” Dongwoon smiled, “you can go and get your paintings and some of your best pens so that we can address them.”
Your daughter nodded as she scrambled out of Dongwoon’s lap, “are you absolutely sure that they’ll like them daddy?”
“I couldn’t be surer sweetheart.”
As soon as she left the room you reached across and hit against Dongwoon’s arm. You knew exactly what he was up to, knowing how much it would wind the boys up and leave him without the responsibility of entertaining the paintings too.
Dongwoon innocently smiled back to you, rubbing his hand against your arm. “Y/N, we can’t have anymore of her drawings hung up on the kitchen cupboards, they’ll be no space on them soon,” he quickly reminded you.
“What are the poor boys going to do with Y/D/N’s drawings though?” You challenged in reply. “I love her, she’s our daughter, but even after her telling me what it was that she was trying to draw I just couldn’t see the resemblance at all.”
Dongwoon continued to snigger as he thought about how the boys would try and figure out what it was on the paper that your daughter had painted.
“This will be a real test of their acting,” Dongwoon tried to tell you.
Your head continued to shake back at him, “I can’t believe you’d do this to them, what they have done to deserve you doing this to them?”
“They always say they want more of Y/D/N,” he smugly informed you.
You threw your head back as he continued to find an answer for everything that they had to say. “I think that means that they want to spend more time with Y/D/N, not have her doodles stuck up in their homes.”
“Then they’ll have to be more specific next time,” Dongwoon replied, “I’m just doing what they asked me to do, I’m giving them some more of Y/D/N in their lives.”
You knew that you weren’t going to be able to win, and as your daughter returned to the living room, Dongwoon couldn’t help her get writing quick enough. After deciding which drawing was going to which member, Dongwoon helped her take the pen lid off to start writing.
He talked her through every character, making sure she knew where every line went, despite how wobbly her hands were, so that the boys knew exactly whose was whose.
Once she was done, a proud smile appeared on her face. “Do you want to come with me to work tomorrow? Uncles will be there, and you can hand gift your paintings to them yourself?”
“Can I?” She excitedly asked, looking across the room to where you sat, “can I go with daddy so that I can give them out mummy?”
“Your daddy is going to be in a whole world of bother.”
Why?” She innocently asked him.
“You’ll understand one day Y/D/N.”
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