Father's Day with Gitae Kim, his wife and daughter
The day began with the sun filtering through the curtain, partially illuminating the room. Gitae Kim was lying down, her hair still messy, but with that confident air even just woken up. He opened one eye slowly, strange the silence - normally his daughter would already be shouting "Daddy!" And jumping on the bed.
When he was about to get up, the door opened with a thud. His daughter, a little girl of about five years old, came in holding a handmade colorful card, while his wife appeared behind her with a breakfast tray.
- "Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" - shouted the little girl, climbing on the bed with such a radiant smile that even Gitae, the always serious man and full of pose, couldn't avoid a genuine smile.
He took the card and pretended to examine it as if it were a very expensive work of art.
- "Hmm... firm lines, interesting use of colors... clearly inherited my artistic talent," he said, inflating his chest, pulling a roll of his wife's eyes.
The tray was placed on his lap: toast, scrambled eggs and black coffee. The wife, even used to her husband's ego, smiled when she saw him experience and praise as if it were a five-star hotel banquet.
The daughter, excited, showed the gift she had prepared with her mother: a T-shirt with the phrase "Best Daddy in the World".
- "You're going to use it today!" - demanded the little one.
Gitae raised an eyebrow, looking at the piece as if it were a personal challenge.
- "Hmm... I don't usually wear something so... casual. But, since my princess asked..." He put on the T-shirt, making an exaggerated pose as if he were in a photo shoot. The girl laughed so much that she almost fell out of bed.
The rest of the day was a mixture of fun chaos and little moments of tenderness. They went for a walk in the park, where Gitae held his daughter's hand, but still found time to "compete" with other parents in children's games - bag race, tug-of-war... he took everything seriously, as if it were a world championship.
- "You didn't need to pull the tuge of war so much, love," commented the wife, laughing, as they returned home.
- "I just defended the honor of the family," he replied with a serious air, but with a slight smile on the corner of his lips.
At night, already at home, the daughter nestled on his lap on the couch. Gitae, who was usually proud of maintaining a cold and unbeatable image, caressed her hair with a calm and protective look.
- "You know, princess... being your father is my greatest victory."
The wife, hearing this, smiled softly. He could be competitive, proud and full of himself, but there, with them, he dropped all the armor.
Father's Day with Jinrang, his wife and daughter
The morning sun shone brightly over Busan, illuminating the modest but cozy house where Jinrang lived with his wife and little daughter. The city was already waking up, but inside that home there was a rare peace, especially for someone like Jinrang, known in the streets as "The Wolf of Busan" - a hard, respected and feared man.
But there, in the heart of that home, he was just "Daddy".
In the bedroom, the little girl woke up excited, holding a gift carefully wrapped with a colored paper. She ran to her parents' room, knocking on the door with a radiant smile.
- "Daddy! Happy Father's Day!" - she shouted, almost exploding with joy.
Jinrang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, with the simple T-shirt and baggy pants, looked at her with a gentle smile, which she rarely showed outside the house.
- "Good morning, my little one. What is this?" - he asked, taking the gift carefully.
His wife came in, smiling affectionately, bringing a tray with tea and some fruits for breakfast. She had a sweet and at the same time firm look, the silent force that kept the family together.
- "You did that at school, didn't you?" - she asked, looking at her daughter.
- "Yes! I did it with grandma and aunt!" - replied the girl, jumping on her father's lap.
Jinrang opened the gift slowly: it was a handmade drawing, colored with crayons, showing a smiling family with him in the center, holding his daughter and hugging his wife. At the bottom, in crooked letters, was written: "Best Daddy in the World".
He faced that drawing with a mixture of surprise and tenderness that few had ever seen.
- "Do you really think I'm the best, huh?" - she murmured, with a hoarse voice, almost emotional.
The wife smiled and sat next to them, wrapping her husband and daughter in a tight hug.
- "You are, Jin. And they know it."
Later, in the park, Jinrang was with his daughter and wife. While the little one ran to play, he watched attentively, always vigilant, the protective gaze never absent.
A group of children began to provoke his daughter, calling her "wolf's daughter" - an affectionate nickname he had given her because of her ferocity.
Before Jinrang could act, his wife held his arm gently.
- "Leave them. She's strong, just like her father."
Jinrang took a deep breath, controlling the beast that lived inside him. Then, he approached the children with a wide but firm smile.
- "If they hurt my daughter, they'll have to face me."
The children laughed, thinking it was a joke, and his daughter smiled, proud of her father.
At the end of the day, already at home, Jinrang sat on the couch with his daughter on his lap, telling a story of "wolves that protect his pack". The wife watched, enchanted by the scene - the man who dominated Busan there was just a loving father, a tireless protector.
- "Daddy, are you the strongest wolf in the world?" - asked the girl, looking into his eyes.
- "Yes, princess. And I'll protect you forever."
Jinrang smiled, shaking her small hand, feeling complete in that simple and perfect moment.
Father's Day with Seongji Yuk, his wife and daughter
The sun was barely beginning to rise over the city, but inside Seongji Yuk's simple house there was a silent movement full of expectation. Today was Father's Day, and the little daughter was already awake, preparing a special surprise for her father.
She jumped from one side to the other, holding a box wrapped with colored ribbon and a card full of drawings - but, for her, the most important thing was the moment of being with her father.
In the living room, Seongji was sitting on the couch, looking at the horizon through the window with a calm but attentive face. He had that calm and protective way, typical of those who have faced many challenges and know the value of each family moment.
The wife entered, holding a tray with tea and some bread, smiling softly.
- "He's still a little tired, but he'll really like what you prepared." - she said, looking at her daughter.
The girl ran to her father, holding the box carefully, her eyes shining.
- "Daddy! Happy Father's Day! I did it for you!"
Seongji turned around, took the box and smiled lightly, touched by simplicity and love.
- "You always know how to surprise, little one."
She climbed on his lap, and with her tiny hands took his hand, starting to tell:
- "I love your six fingers, you know? They are different and special, like you."
Seongji laughed softly, looking at his hand. It was true - he had an tore finger, a peculiarity that always marked him, but that his daughter had turned into a source of pride and affection.
- "Six fingers... is six times more strength to protect you." - he said with a rare and genuine smile.
The wife approached, resting her head on his shoulder, forming a circle of love and calm.
During the day, they walked through the park. The daughter was excited, sometimes holding her father's hand, sometimes running to her mother, always cheerful and safe.
At one point, the girl stopped and, looking at his hand, repeated softly:
- "Six fingers, six hugs, six kisses... I love you so much, daddy."
Seongji took her in his lap and hugged her tightly, feeling the protection and love that only a true father can feel.
At night, already at home, the daughter fell asleep on her father's lap while he read a story of samurais, heroes and courage - values that he wanted to pass on to her.
He looked at his wife, who was smiling tired but happy, and thought that, despite everything, there was his greatest triumph: his family.
Father's Day with Gun Park, his wife and daughter
The sun began to set over the city, throwing a golden glow through the windows of the house where Gun Park lived with his wife and little daughter. After an intense day, he finally had a moment of peace with his family, which rarely happened given his life full of battles and responsibilities.
In the living room, Gun's daughter, with her curious eyes and bright smile, waited anxiously to give her father a gift. She carefully held a colorful envelope she prepared at school, full of drawings and simple words: "Happy Father's Day, Daddy Warrior! I love you!".
- "Daddy, I did this for you!" - she said, running into her father's arms as soon as he entered the room.
Gun, with his normally serious face, sketched a rare smile. He bent down to hug his daughter, feeling his heart tighten with that pure demonstration of love.
- "You're my strength, little one." - he replied, with a firm voice, but full of affection.
The wife watched, with a quiet smile, feeling the warmth of that scene. She knew how much Gun dedicated himself to the family despite the external hardness.
Later, at dinner, the little girl asked with bright eyes:
- "Daddy, why do you always look so strong and angry?"
Gun looked at her, took her little hand and squeezed it gently.
- "Because I need to protect you and mom. You are my world."
The daughter then let out a sweet laugh and said:
- "I love you, dad. Even when you look like a monster, I know you're my hero."
Gun felt touched. Behind the ruthless warrior, there was a man who only wanted the best for his family.
When night came, while his daughter was sleeping on his lap, Gun looked at his wife and said with a light sigh:
- "It's worth it. Everything is worth it for them."
And at that moment, the "White Demon" was no longer just a feared fighter - he was a loving father, a dedicated husband and a complete man.
Gitae Kim — The Unwavering Protector
In every gesture, the eternal conviction, Arms of steel, soul of fire and calm, In the home, the strength that life governs, In the embrace, the safe haven of the soul. Father’s Day, the honor that governs, In love, the most beautiful story that packs.
Jinrang — The Protective Wolf
At the serene dawn of Busan, A wolf watches over his pack, Firm arms, guardian heart, In the hug, the force that does not fail. His fingers tell battle stories, But it is in the sweet touch of the daughter that shines.
Seongji Yuk — The Silent Warrior
Six strong fingers, six times the love, In the calm of the father, the storm calms, In the silence of the gaze, the promise in bloom, Iron protection, the pulse of the soul. Small voice sings: “I love you, my lord”, And the warrior smiles, pure and without fear.
Gun Park — The White Demon, the Father
Between shadows and lights, a giant bends, A fierce heart that only tenderness knows, On the day when the world bends to the father, The monster surrenders to the love that warms. In the arms of the daughter, the fury bends, And the peace of the family, forever remains.
