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EXO / Mafia AU - Their child has an event at school

REQUEST: Omg can I please get an EXO mafia to their child going to like a little school type dance event

WARNING: unhealthy possessiveness

OTHER MAFIA AUS: BTS / EXO / GOT7 / MONSTA X / SEVENTEEN

Xiumin

Minseok was very worried about his daughter’s well-being when she was away at school. He wanted her to do good during her classes, but he had to admit, sometimes he lingered in the hallways and took her home from school early if he was feeling particularly paranoid that day.

He never took her home, though, but after putting your daughter to sleep, you’d always find out from her that Minseok had ended her school day early today and took her to have ice cream instead. Obviously, you scolded Minseok about it and told him that your daughter needed to stay in school for the full day. Especially right now.

“Right now?” Minseok frowned. “Why right now?”

You sighed. You had planned to tell him about this later because you weren’t sure what his reaction was going to be.

“She’s in a play,” you said. “There’s one part where they have to do a dance in a couple.”

“A play?” Minseok’s eyes widened as he slowly tried to catch up with everything you just told him. “Six-year-olds dancing in couples? W-what do you mean? Is my daughter dancing with a boy?”

“She is,” you confirmed and chose not to mention that last week she also admitted to you that she really liked the boy she was dancing with. Minseok didn’t need to know that right now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” he asked. “I need to talk to her about this. Has she found out yet that boys have cooties?”

You shook your head. “Let her do this. She’s really excited about this. And her partner is… nice. Don’t turn her against him.”

“I would never,” Minseok said, already coming up with ways to ensure his daughter wasn’t going to get too excited about her dancing partner. “Is she doing well with the dancing? Does she need help? Her dad can dance really well, I could actually teach her a thing or two. I’ll go talk to her.”

Suho

Junmyeon was absolutely the first to start crying when he saw his son on stage, during a play. The people around him were really confused when this dangerous looking man who was rumored to be carrying firearms with him at all times, just burst out crying at the sight of this little boy on stage, but they obviously didn’t dare to say anything.

“Myeon,” you said carefully. “He hasn’t done anything yet. Get a grip.”

He almost laughed. “No one in my life has ever told me to get a grip. I’m generally a very collected person.”

“I know,” you replied. “All of that falls apart when it comes to our son, though.”

“It does,” he agreed. “Look how beautiful he looks on that stage. My little angel. I should have brought more cameras.”

You chuckled. “He’ll love you the most if he sees you watching, not taking pictures.”

“I am watching,” Junmyeon said. “But I will need some memories of this day. Do you think my son will grow up to become an actor? I can make sure he will.”

“I don’t think he’s decided on what he wants to be yet.”

“Well, whatever it is,” he said, wiping another tear from his cheek and smiling at the sight of his little boy standing on the edge of the stage, waiting to say his lines. “I hope he knows daddy’s got his back no matter what.”

Lay

Yixing was working out of town when your daughter told you that she had a formal, end-of-the-school-year dance in two weeks. She said she had forgotten to tell you before but she’s known about it for a month. Naturally, you panicked. You weren’t really sure what six-year-old dances worked like, so you didn’t know how to help her prepare. Not to mention, you only had a few weeks to figure it all out.

You ended up reaching out to Yixing – the two of you always made parenting decisions together, however small they were – and told him that your daughter insisted she just needed a dress for this event, but you weren’t sure if there was really nothing else left for you to take care of.

“I’ll bring her one,” Yixing said. “One of the people I’m doing a job with has a son who owns a children’s boutique. What color would she like?”

“She loves red,” you said. “But you know what, let me take the phone to you. Remind her you’ll be home soon, though. Or she will cry if she hears your voice.”

Yixing felt pain explode in his chest after you said this. “I will be home soon. And I’ll bring my baby a dress for her first dance.”

“Dad?” he suddenly heard his daughter’s voice on the other end of the call.

“Hi, baby,” Yixing said, his voice sounding three times softer when he was talking to his little girl. “Mommy just told me you have a dance coming up. You need a dress.”

“Yes,” she said, suddenly thoughtful. “I already have a partner. It is this boy, he’s very shy, but you would like him.”

He smiled at this, not going to tell his daughter that he was naturally drawn to hate all boys who took his only daughter dancing. “Yeah? Do you like him?”

“Kind of,” she said and then sighed very dramatically. “But he’s a boy.”

“Right,” this got Yixing to laugh. “Boys are difficult to deal with, aren’t they?”

“They’re just weird,” his daughter said. “But I’ve decided that we will both be wearing red clothes. To stand out.”

“Okay,” he said. “I will bring you back the prettiest red dress. Although, I promise you, you already stand out from everyone else as it is.”

She smiled, even if Yixing couldn’t see her. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he echoed. “Dad will be home soon, yeah? Wait for me. I’ll come watch you dance.”

Baekhyun

Baekhyun’s son didn’t get any roles in the winter play that his class was doing and the tears on his face made Baekhyun want to use his special methods to get the teachers to give his son a part, however small it’d be. You stopped him, however, not considering threats to be a fair solution to this problem.

However, when his son didn’t get a part in the second play, – he tried to play it off, too, but Baekhyun caught him discreetly wiping his tears as he drove him home from school – he didn’t say anything to you and headed to the school on his own.

You wouldn’t have found out about this if your son wouldn’t have come home screeching with joy the next day.

“Whoa, what happened?” you asked, surprised to see your little boy in such ecstasy

“I got the part!” he said, jumping up and down in joy. “In the play! I got it!”

“You did? That is great!” you said, trying not to diminish your son’s excitement by asking him how that was possible since he was rejected just a day ago.

You figured you’d just ask Baekhyun what he did but he remained quiet and insisted that he had simply stopped by the school for a quick chat with the teachers.

“We’ve come to a conclusion that our son is very gifted,” Baekhyun said. “It took very little convincing to make them see it. I barely said anything.”

“Oh God,” you groaned. “Was it money or violence that you used this time?”

“Why do you always assume the worst about me? I just—”

“Baekhyun,” your stern voice cut him off.

He looked down, realizing that lying to you wasn’t going to get him very far. “Money. I’m keeping violence as a Plan B.”

“Baekhyun…” you sighed. “You can’t blackmail our son’s teachers into giving him roles in the school plays. It isn’t fair. You know it isn’t.”

“Babe,” Baekhyun replied, an unapologetic smile on his face. “If there’s anything I can do to make you or my son happy, I will do it. I don’t care if it’s fair or not.”

Chen

You and Jongdae were one of the first parents who arrived to your son’s play. Technically, your son only had a minor part in it, but both of you had already bragged to everyone about your son’s debut on stage as if he was the star of the play. Well, he was definitely the star to you.

“Look, these are the parents whose child plays the main role,” you said, pointing. Your son had told you that the son of these two people was extremely rude to everyone, so, needless to say, you weren’t very excited to meet his parents.

Jongdae scoffed. “They can wipe the smirks off their faces. My son will play the main role in the next play. And I’ll still be here in the front row, cheering from him.”

“He said he doesn’t want the main role,” you reminded him. “He has stage fright. He didn’t even want to go here today, but he said he wants to make you proud.”

“He said that?” Jongdae looked at you, unable to hide how touched he was to hear this. “I’ll talk to him after the play. I can’t have my own son doing something he doesn’t want to do just to make me proud. I’m already proud of him as it is.”

You smiled at this. “You’re a good person – despite what you do – and you’re a great dad. Our son looks up to you.”

“I love you,” he replied, taking your hand into his. “And for, the record, I think we’re better parents than the ones whose child plays the lead role.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you agreed, nodding. “Their child has nothing on ours.”

Chanyeol

Actually, Chanyeol was more excited about the Father’s Day dance at school than his daughter was. He had a suit ready three weeks before this event was even supposed to take place.

“Daddy,” she said to him when she caught him rehearsing his dance moves in your bedroom. “You move weird. Let me show you how to do it.”

Chanyeol was positive that he did not move “weird” – he danced just fine at your wedding, after all, even with all of his Mafia acquaintances watching – but he was a complete sucker for his daughter. He couldn’t say no as she took his hands into her little ones and attempted to instruct him how to move.

She moved clumsily – Chanyeol was too big for her to control properly – but she didn’t lose patience and, after an hour, she finally declared that he was starting to get better.

“If we practice every day, we might be the best dad and daughter duet at the dance,” she said, finally giving him a small smile and this way, making him melt. “But practice on your own, too, okay? Just the way I taught you.”

“I will,” Chanyeol promised her. “I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”

His daughter nodded. “Okay. I’ll tell mom to keep an eye on you.”

“Are you looking forward to the dance?” he asked her before she could leave the room – somehow, at just seven years old, his daughter was constantly on the go. He felt like he barely saw her anymore.

“I wasn’t before,” she admitted. There was one thing Chanyeol was certain about when it came to his daughter – she never lied. Her brutal honesty sometimes really pierced his heart. “But now that I’m teaching you how to dance, maybe it won’t be that bad.”

D.O.

His daughter’s first dance was one of the most important events that ever happened in your household. Your daughter was excited about it, you were looking forward to it as well, but Kyungsoo, as always, was the rain on this parade.

“No, but school dances mean that there will be romantic songs playing,” he complained to you after you two had put your daughter to bed. You always did it together if Kyungsoo wasn’t out of town. “My daughter is eight. She can’t slow-dance with anyone.”

“There will be supervisors so nothing wrong happens,” you tried to calm him down. “And slow-dancing is not a really dangerous activity anyway.”

“Maybe not, but it requires close proximity,” Kyungsoo insisted. “S-she can’t participate in… that.”

You had a feeling Kyungsoo would react this way and yet you still found his pointless worrying tiring. “She’ll be fine. Listen—”

“You said there’ll be supervisors,” he cut you off. “Who?”

“Well, the other parents—”

“I’ll supervise, too,” Kyungsoo decided, not letting you finish. “I’ll seek out every one of those little brats who look at my daughter. I’ll have a talk with them all. If they want to get close to my baby girl, they’ll have to go through me.”

Kai

Jongin always closely followed everything that went on with his son at school. He even suggested talking to the teachers who gave him bad grades, but you had taught your son to never encourage his dad to talk to anyone no matter what the problem was.

However, when Jongin found out that his son was the only one not going to the school dance because he had no one to go with, nothing could stop him from going to his school. Jongin left his son – who tried not to cry because even at such a young age, he realized that this wasn’t worth crying over – alone in his room and climbed down the stairs until he found you.

“You never told me our son has no friends to go to the dance with,” Jongin said, breathing heavily. “I had no idea all of the friends he made on the first few days of school stopped talking to him. How is it possible that my son has no one at that school who would keep him company at the stupid dance?”

You sighed, feeling guilty that you haven’t informed Jongin about this before, but also still not wanting to talk about this in case he’d get upset. “He said he didn’t want to go anyway.”

“I saw tears in his eyes when I asked him about the dance!” Jongin replied. “He’s the only one in his class who’s not going. Why is that so?”

“It’s…” you looked down. “The other kids started to talk that his dad is in the Mafia. Once this talk reached the parents, they obviously told their children to avoid our son because they claim he’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous!” Jongin repeated, this news upsetting him more than you thought it would. “My son has never hurt a fly in his whole life. I haven’t even given him a gun yet because I’m not sure this life is the right one for him. But you can rest assured, I will go to that dance myself and I will have a talk with every single one of those parents who don’t think my son deserves to have friends.”

You bit your lip nervously. “Jongin… don’t make it worse.”

“I won’t,” he said. “My son will not be excluded just because of something his father does. My son will go to the dance with his friends. I will fix this.”

Sehun

Sehun had already gotten used to the number of children at his house after his daughter returned from school. She always brought friends over and he gladly talked to all of them, even though he didn’t particularly like some of them because of the stories your daughter – who always forgave and forgot – had told him.

But then he was asked to supervise a school dance – initially, you were supposed to do it but you had gotten ill – and he swore he had never seen anything more reckless than nine-year-olds with minimal parental supervision. And Sehun knew what he was talking about, he dealt with reckless underground criminals daily.

“Hey!” he yelled for the tenth time that night after noticing boys asking his daughter out to dance. “What are you doing?”

“T-the dance, sir,” they’d tell him, always stuttering as they felt beyond intimidated by this tall man who turned out to be the father of the girl they had been crushing on.

“Yeah, find someone else,” Sehun would respond. “This girl is off-limits.”

“Dad!” his daughter squealed after she caught him dismissing her latest potential partner. “What are you doing? I haven’t gotten a chance to dance this whole night because you won’t let me. You’re embarrassing!”

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he said, not really feeling sorry. All of these boys approaching his daughter seemed suspicious to him. “I’ll dance with you in the meanwhile, hmm? Is that okay?”

She sighed at this. “One day you’ll have no choice but to let me dance with other boys.”

“I know,” Sehun told her, a nervous pang materializing in his stomach. He dreaded the day when his daughter would grow up and he could no longer supervise – or, well, control – her relationships. “But right now, just give your dad this dance, okay? While you’re still my little girl.”

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