Drabble ~
Pairing- Jungkook × Reader (Y/N) | Jungkook & Hana
Genres: Fluff, Slice of Life, Comedy
Wordcount- 850-900
Summary -A peaceful evening in the kitchen turns into another adorable "Daddy emergency" when little Hana rushes over to Jungkook with an extremely serious toddler problem.
a/n-Hi! ♡ I just had to write this because the idea of Dad!Jungkook was way too cute to leave in my head. This is a short, fluffy little story that's meant to make you smile and melt over the adorable father-daughter moments.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy reading! 🤍
Jungkook barely fits on the kitchen stool. It’s not even his fault—his thighs are huge, he’s manspreading without meaning to, and the stool is tragically tiny next to him. He looks like he’s sitting on a kid’s toy chair. He’s drinking water, scrolling on his phone, calm and relaxed… until Hana toddles over. At full speed. With purpose. With intensity. With the type of seriousness that means either she’s found an ant, she lost a sticker, or she made up a new emergency only she understands.
You look up from washing dishes. Jungkook glances down just as Hana plants herself right in front of his massive knees, arms crossed, curls bouncing. “Daddy,” she says with the gravity of someone delivering terrible news. He blinks. “Yes, princess?” “Daddy, look.” She points behind her. “We have big problem.” You try not to smile. Jungkook nods very seriously, leaning down a little. “What problem, baby?”
She begins rambling—fast, tiny, dramatic words. Something about a missing crayon, a monster, her stuffed bunny falling down, a shoe disappearing, or possibly all of them. Her speech is completely incoherent. But she is very, very serious. Jungkook tries to keep up, eyebrows scrunched adorably. “Uh-huh… mhm… oh no… really?” he responds gently, not understanding a single word.
Then he glances at the microwave clock. “Hana,” he murmurs softly, “it’s almost 7:30. Bedtime, sweetheart.” She pauses mid-rant. Her little eyebrows lower. She mutters something under her breath—a tiny grumbly toddler complaint—and then continues talking like he said nothing at all. Jungkook bites down a laugh and looks over at you. You mouth, “Good luck.” He sighs affectionately and looks back at her.
But Hana is already moving. Trying to climb him. “Daddy—Daddy—Daddy—Daddy,” she chants as she tries to hoist herself up his leg. He laughs, startled. “Baby, what are you doing—?” She lifts her tiny foot and tries to place it on his thigh. It slides right off. She grunts angrily and tries again. “Daddy. Daddy help me.” But she doesn’t wait. She’s determined.
She puts her foot on the stool. The tiny gap between Jungkook’s legs. Then she grabs his shoulder with one hand and his thigh with the other and starts climbing like he’s a mountain. “Woah—careful—baby—slow down—” Jungkook says, trying not to fall backward. You cover your mouth to hide your giggle. She finally stands up between his open legs, holding onto him for balance. Her foot is planted firmly on the stool between his thighs. Her tiny hands clutch his shoulders.
“Daddy,” she whines, “look.” “I am looking—” “No! Look at me!” She grabs his jaw with both hands and yanks his face toward hers. Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Okay, okay—I’m looking now. Daddy is looking.” She huffs, tiny chest puffing with authority. Then she begins explaining her serious problem again—except her face is millimeters from his, their noses almost touching. You can hear none of it. It’s pure toddler language soup.
But Jungkook nods like she’s describing a global tragedy. “Ohhhh,” he says thoughtfully. “Really?” “Hmm… that is a big problem.” “Oh wow.” “Daddy understands.” Hana keeps talking, still balancing between his legs. Suddenly her foot slips slightly. Jungkook immediately closes his thighs around her so she doesn’t fall. Then he puts his big hands gently under her bum, lifting her slightly so she can sit comfortably.
She plops onto his lap like she was meant to be there. You smile softly. She always ends up in his lap somehow. Jungkook rests a steadying palm on her back while she holds his cheeks in her tiny hands, whispering some intense toddler nonsense. He listens like she’s telling him government secrets. Then she says something absolutely incoherent. Something like, “Daddy the rainbow sleepy bunny not listening and my shoes hungry and the window say no.”
You cover your mouth to keep from cackling. Jungkook’s lips twitch. But Hana gasps. “Daddy! It’s NOT funny!” He straightens instantly, swallowing his laugh. “No, no, not funny,” he says, overly serious. “Very serious.” “SERIOUS,” she repeats, nodding hard. He nods too. “Daddy understands.” “You sure?” “Positive.” She studies his face suspiciously for a whole dramatic two seconds. Then she relaxes.
“Okay. Let’s go.” “Huh?” Jungkook blinks. She wriggles off his lap, landing on the floor with a soft thunk and grabbing his hand. “Daddy, come. I show you.” “Show me… what exactly?” “The serious.” She tugs harder. Jungkook sighs, smiling at you as he stands up. You grin. “Have fun with… whatever that was.”
Hana already marches toward her bedroom, pulling him behind her with fierce determination. He follows obediently, mumbling, “Why does she always need me for the mysterious emergencies?” You call out, “She’s Daddy’s girl!” His groan echoes down the hallway. But then Hana squeals, tugging him again. “Daddy hurry! It’s very very very serious!” And Jungkook runs after her. Because for Hana, even the smallest silly problem in the world… is always the most serious thing in Daddy’s eyes.
