in which, wonwoo realizes he's a bigger baby than your own child
genre: fluff, domestic fluff,
w.c: 1,7k
reader notes: afab, shorter than wonwoo,
general tags: npr, nonidol!au, domestic fluff, established relationship, they have a child together,
warnings: none that i know off.
req: "Babygurl you write dad!mingyu so well, how about dad!wonwoo who gets extremely clingy because now you rarely give him any attention (at least thats what he thinks). Just being the big baby that he is. All pouty, cuddly, clingy because he wants your attention to be fully on him for a moment and not your child" @viewvuu
a/n: i quickly dropped my current progress for to build a home for a pouty wonwoo. I hope you like it and if its anything close to what you imagined! I didn't intend to get a teeny bit, just a bit, sentimental towards the end.
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Listen he gets it. You’re a first-time wife, a first-time mom. It’s your first time juggling a job and a small family of three with him.
But it’s his first time too. He’s a first-time husband, a first-time dad. The first time he’s ever felt this way for someone.
You’ve made him a feel a plethora of things—his heart growing three times bigger than the size of his chest, the warm tingle of his fingertips, the overwhelming flush he feels when you look at him so tenderly, the comforting lull of your presence, the boundless courage to do anything for you and your family—
Right now, he has this agitated, petty longing for you to just look at him. Yes, him, Jeon Wonwoo, your husband. It was pressing at him all week.
One morning, you were prepping both your breakfast and packed lunch. Yegeon sits on his high chair, busying himself with a mess of mashed carrots and a sippy cup of milk. Wonwoo is finishing up the putting the dishes away while you’re making an elaborate yet careful design on your husband’s lunch.
Patting his hands dry, Wonwoo turns around, noticing how his son’s stubby fingers struggle to reach for the bottle he’s knocked over.
“Aigo, Yegeon-ah,” he coos, righting the sippy cup and handing it Yegeon. The little boy babbles incoherently, pursing his pink lips over the cup. Wonwoo fondly smiles, caressing his son’s head before pressing a kiss over his thick short hair.
Yegeon, is nearly a spitting image of his appa when he was a toddler. Full cheeks, dark eyes, and a sharp cupid’s bow. It was still too early to tell, but when Wonwoo looks closely, Yegeon seems to have more of your eye shape and nose. The thought makes him giddy, to see a manifestation of your love—half you and half him.
You’re still focused on portioning the banchan when Wonwoo walks over to you. His arms wind across your waist and he leans down to kiss your temple. You’re both smelling like fried egg, coffee, and faintly of your fabric conditioner. It smells like slow mornings before you both have to eventually rush out the door the minute your mother arrives to look after Yegeon. You smile, tilting your head towards him before softly meeting his lips in a loving kiss. Parting from each other, Wonwoo nuzzles into the crook of your neck while you close the lids and pack them into the insulated lunch bags. Just as he slowly melts into your presence, there’s a loud clatter on the floor.
Instantly, you pull away from him when you see that your baby had dropped his sippy cup yet again.
Wonwoo is left cold and he unconsciously pouts when you do. He’s immediately embarrassed though, because he knows he’d drop anything he’s doing when it came to his son. But he couldn’t help it. Between juggling parenting a toddler, working, and fighting to stay a functioning civilian, he’s missed you.
You had texted him later that day, telling him you had to go on an emergency over time so he didn’t have to pick you up after work. The demand for your attention at work had increased lately, which meant you came home tired with only enough energy to mother and get ready for bed. Wonwoo did his part in taking care of most things like bathing Yegeon, prepping him for bed, cleaning up, and looking after your son when he wakes up in the middle of the night. He did anything he could do to ease your mind, anything that did not involve the kitchen that is. Luckily, your mother loved cooking and would often leave food that unintentionally would last you both three days.
So, when the sound of the passcode to your home beeps, his head and Yegeon’s head comically perks up from the carpeted floor where they were playing. Wonwoo turns to his son with bright eyes, and as if understanding his appa’s silent message, he lifts his chubby arms up towards him. He picks him up with ease and pads to the doorway.
They find you kicking off your shoes, shoulders sagging with exhaustion as you call out tiredly, “I’m home!”
You lift your head to find both your husband and your baby at his hip watching you with warm smiles. It’s an amusing difference of size with Wonwoo’s shoulders dwarfing the toddler in his arms. It does wonders to your weary soul that you give a crooked smile, and open your arms.
“Oh, baby, I missed you.”
Wonwoo grins broadly and lifts his free arm to bring you into a welcoming embrace.
To his surprise, however, its left hanging in the air as you reach for Yegeon and lift him into your arms, cooing and pressing giddy kisses into his plump cheeks.
“Have you been good to halmeoni, hm, Yegeon-ah?” you cuddle him to your chest when the boy just sputters and giggles, “Of course, you have!”
Wonwoo is left standing there by the door way, as you walk over to the living room. He blinks once, then twice until he frowns and begrudgingly follows after you.
Your parents come over two days later to pick up Yegeon and his baby bag full of necessities that would last him three nights. You had been reluctant to agree when Wonwoo first suggested the much-needed rest but eventually caved in till the cheeky bastard purposefully mentioned it in front of your mother. Your mother was more than happy to take Yegeon before she went on a tangent on how you should take better care of yourself and how investing in yourself and your husband would help you accommodate your child better.
You sigh, giving your husband a nasty side eye before conceding with a quietly admitting that you needed the break too right after all the hullaballoo at work. Wonwoo made you agree to promptly leave work and refuse overtime so you could maximize rest at home.
Wonwoo gets it when he reminds himself, you’re a first-time mom and it’s your first time being away from your son. He really does.
But why was he begrudgingly staring at your profile from the opposite end of the couch while you’re busy typing away at your phone. You had just gotten off the phone with him to videocall your parents to check on Yegeon. Yet you were still constantly texting instructions and details to your mother as if she didn’t raise you and your brother’s stubborn asses.
Deciding he’s had enough, he unceremoniously plops his head into your lap. You grunt in surprise, but you barely spare him a glance as you’re typing rapid fire questions on your phone. He frowns, finding some boldness in his agitation as he tugs your sleeve.
“Darling, they’ll be fine. Yegeon loves his grandparents and they know what they’re doing.”
You hum, still typing away that he wonders if you heard him. Huffing, he swiftly gets up, only to lift you by the waist then tackle you back down into the couch. His whole bodyweight rests above you as he cages you tightly in his arms. You yelp his name, dropping your phone in the process.
“What are you doing?!”
He says nothing, instead, your husband just nuzzles into your collarbone. The soft strands of his dark hair tickles your jaw and the suddenness of it all makes you giggle, “What’s gotten into you?”
He still doesn’t reply, pulling you even closer to him. You sigh, wriggling your arms out to properly accommodate him into your embrace. Your arms wrap around his shoulder blades and you proceed to caress the broad expanse of his back.
“Big baby,” you tease before kissing his hair. He only grunts, relaxing into your touch.
Big baby.
Big baby.
Big-
A sudden realization sparks in your mind and your husband feels it from the hitch of your breath and halting of your ministrations.
“Baby?” you say, twisting your arms so you could cup his cheeks and coax him to look at you. Wonwoo barely raises his head to see the teasing glint in your eyes.
“Baby, did you just want me to yourself?”
His face remains stoic, but you know your husband well enough to tell what the purse of his lips and the flush of his ears mean. You bite back your laughter, “You’ve got to be kidding me, Jeon Wonwoo.”
He huffs, dropping his forehead back into your chest and groaning when he feels the vibrations of your body as you laugh.
“You’re competing with your own child!”
Wonwoo is already embarrassed as he is, still he manages to lightly pinch your sides and mumble, “It’s not just Yegeon I’m competing with.”
He only meant it as a defense but then you fall silent and hum. Your fingers are gently running through his hair, nails pleasantly scratching his scalp as he falls into the rhythm of your breath.
“Oh, Wonwoo, I’m sorry. I’ll do more to balance everything on my plate,” you apologize softly.
Wonwoo lifts his head, resting on his elbows as he looks at you tenderly. “Darling, it’s not that. I really appreciate all you do for us.”
His hand reaches up to brush the locks of hair away from your face, “But I want you to remember that you don’t have to do more than you can. You don’t have to. I’m here…our families are here. They love Yegeon so much. We’re going to be fine. You don’t need to do more.”
You gaze at him wide eyed for a moment then the bottom of your lip juts out and your eyes gloss over.
“You’re amazing,” you breathe out, “I love you so much.”
Smiling, he holds your cheek, “You do?”
You raise a mock offended brow at him, “Of course, I do.”
Wonwoo hums, tracing the delicate skin beneath your eyes before he leans down to sweetly kiss each eye.
“Well, then you can show me,” he flops his head back down to your chest and brings your hand to his back like he was demanding you coddle him.
Your laughter rings beautifully in the air, resting your head back on the cushions you smile contentedly.
“Big baby.”
“Your big baby.”
a/n: sometimes more is just being present and you're enough.
hope u enjoy! xx and thank u all for 900🥹 (sorry i’m so ia bc of uni😖)
wonwoo as a first time dad! ♡
wonwoo would freeze, eyes widening and heart stopping the moment you tell him that you’re pregnant. he had always wanted to be a dad, but he’d be in shock that it was about to become a reality
however, wonwoo would get used to the idea of fatherhood pretty quickly. the more he attends your ultrasound appointments and you discuss baby names and how to design the nursery, he gets so excited for his baby to arrive and to experience fatherhood
he would realise that he really doesn’t know much at all about parenting, so he sits at his computer and does as much research as he can even into the early hours of the morning so he can be prepared for his baby’s arrival
when you go into labour he’d remain super level-headed and calm for you. he’d tell you how well you’re doing through the pain, and when he meets his son for the first time you and wonwoo know everything is going to be okay.
wonwoo is so reliable when your son is a newborn. you can pretty much count on him to know anything about parenting, and he seems to know what your baby needs with every little cry or facial expression, which puts you at ease
wonwoo loves his son more than anything. he’s immediately protective over him and wants to research every food he eats or toy he plays with to make sure it’s safe for him. he takes so much pride in doing any parenting duty like bathing him and feeding him too
he manages to get up during the night when he hears his son stir. you’re thankful that he wants you to get as much sleep as possible, but most nights you get up after him and your heart melts at the sight of your husband, hair ruffled, glasses on, and tiny baby in his strong arms
some nights you hear wonwoo on the baby monitor, and you can’t help but smile at how much you love your boys. your son babbles at wonwoo while he replies “mhmm” and “i see~” as he rocks him in his arms. when he finally falls asleep and wonwoo comes back to bed, you have to hold yourself back from begging for another one
wonwoo has his son in his arms most of the time. whenever he’s dozing off watching tv, his son will be falling asleep on his chest and you can’t help but smile at how alike the two of them are. your son even prefers to sit in wonwoo’s lap instead of his high chair, which of course wonwoo doesn’t mind at all
wonwoo never knew he would be the type to worry so much, but when your son starts crawling wonwoo is on high alert at all times, his eyes following him around the room and being alert for any possible danger
wonwoo wants to teach his son as much as possible from such a young age. he’ll read to him all the time and try to teach him the alphabet while his little baby giggles and babbles back at him
one night you’re laying in bed with your son between you as wonwoo reads his bedtime story. his little baby watches him with big wide adoring eyes and among his babbling, you both look at each other in shock when he says his first word. the book would immediately be forgotten as the two of you become the proudest parents alive and coo over your smart little baby
when your son takes his first steps, wonwoo has to fight back the tears. he never wants his little baby to grow up, but he can’t believe he accomplished such a milestone and he’ll send a video of his son to his member’s gc because he’s just so proud
as your son grows up, you both quickly realise that he’s literally a mini wonwoo. the two of them do pretty much everything together - gaming, fishing, reading etc. he teaches his son old video games he used to play as a kid and he recommends books he loved when he was young
your son even needs glasses at a young age, which wonwoo jokingly apologises to him for. your son even chooses a pair to match his daddy’s and you can’t help but chuckle at the fact that they look just like twins now
your son idolises wonwoo, and wants to be just like him. wonwoo adores this and can’t help but give in to the matching pjs and outfits. your son goes everywhere his daddy goes and he’ll cling onto wonwoo and sulk every morning when he tries to leave for work
wonwoo’s son is pretty shy for his first day of school. but wonwoo is the best dad ever and he walks his little boy to the front door, kneeling down in front of him and reassuring him that he was going to be okay. “you can do anything, you know that, right?” he tells him with a soft smile before placing a kiss on his forehead and sending him inside.
wonwoo wants his son to try hard at school because he knows how smart he is. he’ll stay up late helping him understand his homework and he’s super hands on with projects for the science fair (which his son wins of course)
wonwoo gets involved with everything his son does. he attends every soccer match and award presentation and he’s the proudest dad ever, taking videos and photos with a wide smile on his face
wonwoo is great with disciplining his son, even though he doesn’t need to do it often. his son doesn’t want to disappoint him so he rarely throws tantrums.
wonwoo always makes time for you even during the hectic world of parenthood. thankfully his members offer to take your son for sleepovers so the two of you can go on date nights, and he always tells you how lucky he is to have you (even though you know it’s the other way round)
as a dad, wonwoo gives the best advice. since he’s so close with his son, his son trusts him with anything so wonwoo drops whatever he’s doing to be there for him.
overall, wonwoo would adapt so well to fatherhood and would be his son’s best friend and biggest supporter <3
