Thinking about Maze Runner band au. Very similar to 5sos, but there are 5 members, and I added a keyboard as a main instrument.
Mainly thinking about Minho lol (Minho x Reader)
I think he'd play guitar, mostly cause that's just what's left. Thomas would play rhythm guitar and sing; Newt would play bass; Gally would play drums, and Frypan would play keyboard/ piano. Which would leave Minho to play lead guitar.
I'm thinking this starts as something they're in college for fun. Minho attends practice just because he enjoys seeing his friends; he doesn't really care that much for making music or playing the guitar initially, but it grows on him. And the band gets incredibly popular so he starts taking it more seriously.
I think he'd somewhat like the attention of being popular, but you wouldn't have to worry about it going to his head. I see him as a fairly grounding presence in the band.
The popularity would for sure get to Gally, and it'd be mostly Minho keeping him in check. I think Newt would hate the attention and wouldn't want to participate in interviews or public appearances, and Minho would have no problem filling in for his absence. I think he'd play up whatever persona he's presenting to the cameras extra hard to make up for a missing member. And I think he'd be happy to answer questions on Newt's behalf.
I really do see Minho as being able to handle most things. He'd be able to balance the band, school, and your relationship. I could see the reader being either the band's manager or just someone who thought he was cute in class.
Going off the manager idea, I think you guys would meet in class. You two would be grouped for a project, and it would go shockingly smoothly. You're incredibly organized and a great communicator, so you break the project down into easy items, and Minho is super engaged in his classes, so he's super easy to work with and explains any confusing concepts really well. Overall, it's a very pleasant experience, and he invites you to manage the band.
The band would be at the start of its popularity. During practice, Frypan had mentioned finding a manager so they could start making money, and later that week, Minho would spot you. The project is over by this point, and you two have stopped talking, seeing as you two have nothing else to say to each other. But he'd spot you on his way to class and ask if you'd be interested in managing the band. And you'd agree, you love to manage. On every group project you've ever done, you've fought to be the leader. You love being in control and calling the shots. You're assertive and to the point; you're perfect for the job.
And you do an amazing job. You and Minho start hanging out more, naturally, and you find you really like him. He's smart, down-to-earth, and easy to be around.
Your first real introduction to him would be after practice. Of course, you got a taste of what he's like during that project, but it only lasted a week, and you'd worked on it solely in class together. This was different; it was just you two. Since he was the one you were the most familiar with, you'd talk to him after band practice to run ideas by him. He knew everyone better than you, and his responses helped you gauge what the group would think of your ideas. It starts innocent enough. You two would hang out in his garage after everyone had left and chat. At first, they were quick chats where you'd ask a few questions, he'd give you some thoughtful answers, and then you'd be on your way.
But he has a way of reeling you in. He'd tell you how grateful he is for your help and ask how you were doing in your shared class. He'd convince you to "study" together. It's more fun to learn together than on your own. You do some amount of studying, of course, but you mostly sit and talk. And at some point, it becomes a lot less talking and a lot more making out. He remains sweet the whole way through; that's who he is. He's always happy to see you, and brings you a treat whenever you all hang out to "study." It'll be something he baked, or something someone else baked that he saved for you. Sometimes it'll be a sweet drink that barely counts as a coffee. It's mostly sugar and whipped cream. Sweet like him.
I think I’ve officially gone blind. The letters are all blending together on the screen in a bunch of incoherent nonsense. If I lean close enough, I learn that the essay has officially started speaking to me. It's whispering in my ear, haunting in my head, saying the same thing over and over.
Just give up, and take the failing grade.
I think I should at this point. The alternative has to be some kind of heinous death. My eyes keep drooping despite my attempts to stay awake. I can do this. I know I’m capable of this.
Maybe just not for this specific assignment.
As I groaned, burying my face in my hands, someone firmly grabbed my shoulder. Snapping my head back, I stood up, clenching a pencil in my fist. My heart was beating out of my chest, my cheeks growing warm at the adrenaline.
“I just figured you’d want a little bit of energy,”he shrugged, setting a cup on my desk. Collapsing back in my seat, I rubbed my aching temples.
“Maybe I’m not cut out for this,”I accepted, looking back at my own reflection on the screen. I don't think I recognized him anymore. His eye bags could make a raccoon jealous, and something about him seemed like hadn't eaten in weeks. He was pathetic in every way, clearly not built for this.
“Maybe I should drop o-ow!”I was cut off by a slap on my back. Turning around, I glared at him.
“No boyfriend of mine is going to be a failure. I love you, because I know you can do things like this. You're resilient even when it's hard.”
“But-”
“So you're going to drink that coffee, you're going to finish your essay, and you're gonna fall asleep on the couch before you proofread it.”
I sighed as I looked at the hot cup steam rising out of the small cap. Minho was looking at me through the screen, his dark eyes gazing expectantly. He believed in me more than anyone else, and he was my favorite person in a way I never expected. He was confident in himself and confident in what he said.
He was confident in me.
“Do you have anything to-”
“Already on it,”he promised, plopping a bagged sandwich on my desk. Sitting up straighter, I looked at the word count that was right there. I just had to keep going, keep working, and maybe ask my Minho for another coffee.
(All pictures belong to the rightful owner found these on Pinterest)
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Oneshot
Lee Know x Reader
Summary: dad has to leave for tour
Warnings: none
Word count: 601
Playlist: no music
Master list: here
The two knew this was going to be hard on Ji-woo. This was worse than they thought. She knew her dad was leaving and couldn't understand why. Watching him pack his suit case she cried the whole time. Y/n was holding her to try and calm her down. Y/n didn't know babies understand what was going on but they do. Ji-woo leaned forward, grabbing a shirt from the bag and throwing it on the floor.
Minho sighed out. Bending down he picked up the shirt. “Stop being a brat” Minho squished her little cheeks together. Tears landed on his hand. Her hands tried to pull his hand away. He let her go. She reached her arms out. He picked her up. She cried into his shoulder. He rocked her hoping to calm her. She wasn't screaming anymore but tears still ran down her little cheeks. He tried to finish packing with one arm. Y/n stepped in to help.
Putting Ji-woo to bed was impossible. She wouldn't let Minho go. She would start screaming when y/n tried to pull her away from him. Minho started to rub her back. “Okay tonight you can stay with me” Minho caved. He let her sleep on his chest the whole night. He'll deal with her in the morning when he has to leave.
The morning came. Minho had a hard time sleeping with his daughter on his chest. Groaning, he sat up. Ji-woo is still asleep. He slowly placed her on the bed. He was waiting for her to start crying. Silence stayed in the room. Sighing out he hurried to go take a shower.
Walking out of the bathroom drying his hair. He peaked into the bedroom to see y/n and Ji-woo gone. Cries rang through the house. He was waiting for that. Walking to the kitchen. Peaking in Ji-woo was crying on y/n chest. Minho walked in taking Ji-woo from y/n. He knew it's going to be hard to get her to let go later. She calmed down the moment Minho took her in his arms.
“Maybe I should stay home” y/n looked up from the food she was making. “For how much I would love that but you have to go on tour. Ji-woo will be fine, it will just take her a day or two.” Minho leaned back against the counter. “I don't like seeing her sad though” he kissed her head, holding her closer. “It's your fault you made her into a daddy's girl” Minho gasped. Y/n just rolled her eyes.
“Okay you have to leave soon so eat some breakfast. You need all the energy you can get” she kissed his cheek. Grabbing a plate she placed it on the table. Minho sat down. Shifting Ji-woo so she is in one arm.
Minhos ride showed up. Minho was trying to get Ji-woo to let go. “Come on little one I have to go” she just screamed louder. Y/n sighed out getting annoyed. She grabbed Ji-woo. Pulling her little fingers. Ji-woo screamed like she was getting hit. Y/n looked tired and done. Ji-woo cried trying to get out of her moms arms. This broke Minho's heart. More for his wife having to deal with this all alone. Minho hurried and kissed the two before Ji-woo grabbed onto him again. “Ill be back before you know” he closed the door. Y/n turned around. “Time to put Minho on the tv for the next four months” she loves him but hearing the same songs over and over again gets tiring.
cw: hard dom, rough sex, manhandling, fingering, brat taming, pussy slapping, mean lee know
“Haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re acting all stupid.”
His words weren’t mean- just dry. as if he was commenting on the weather. as if he wasn’t fingering you so hard you wondered how it’s possible.
You gripped the sheets. Laying up on your stomach, whines and moans falling from your lips nonstop.
“Really makes me wonder if you’re really sorry or if you like to act like you are.” he hummed. Still fully clothed and sitting up on his knees while your shirt was scrunched up around your waist and pants hurriedly forced down to your knees. “Especially since you seem to think i’m stupid.”
“I am- i didn’t mean it, ‘sm sorry.”
“Yeah right.” He stopped just long enough to place a sudden, hard smack right onto your pussy. Whine tearing through your throat. An almost burning like sensation blooming before being replaced with a throbbing as he immediately started again. Pace harsh and practically jabbing into that sensitive gummy spot inside you.
Your hips raised and shifted, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation which was only matched with another smack against your poor cunt. Clit pulsing with pain and pleasure.
His hand shoved you back fast down, firm and hard against the middle of your back. Finger digging into your skin to keep you into place as he pushed you up more. “Stay like that.”
His other hand gripped your hip hard. Keeping them in place- even as your hips instinctively tried moving. “You don’t get to be a rude brat all day then act like a baby when you start facing consequences.”
His hand on your back moved back down, placing a slap on your ass before moving back to your cunt. Rubbing hard, fast circles on your clit.
You let out an embarrassing mix of a moan and whine into the bed, hands tightening around your hold on the sheet harder. Your hair was in your face, some strands sticking to your forehead from sweat.
You wanted to open your mouth- explain yourself. Tell him it was a joke and that you’d never call your smart, handsome man ‘stupid’. About to before he suddenly plunged two fingers back into you.
“Open your mouth or try ‘n run away one more time and it’s another orgasm you’re giving me tonight. You’re already at three. Watch your mouth.”
you stand there. staring at the 4-D on the door, questioning your insanity.
are you really that desperate for extra cash that you'll entertain the idea of meeting your weirdo neighbours and potentially cat sit their cats?
yes. unfortunately the answer is yes.
otherwise you wouldn't be standing there five minutes early. as if you lived across town and had to rush to prevent rush hour.
you rub the bridge of your nose and seriously ponder changing your mind and going home when the door opens widely.
"you came!!"
your eyes widen at the sudden loud voice, and you slowly raise your head to look at the source.
han jisung.
he stared at you with the widest smile you've ever seen on someone. chubby cheeks almost hiding his eyes entirely.
you stood there for a moment, simply staring at each other.
his smile never wavered and it was starting to freak you out a bit.
"... how did you know I was here?"
"I've been staring through the peephole every five minutes"
you squint your eyes at him. dumbfounded.
he's serious, isn't he?
the way he keeps staring at you simply confirms your thought.
"well, can I come in or are we doing this in the hallway?"
you straightened your posture and took a deep breath.
might as well get this over with, right? right.
"oh right, come on in"
you smooth down the inexistent wrinkles in your clothes and follow him inside.
you didn't really bring anything with you except for your house keys and phone.
you live two floors up, after all.
you took off your shoes, and set them aside close to the door and followed han to the living room, where he was already relaxed on the couch.
you looked around and there were cat toys everywhere.
like it was their house and they just let han and minho live in it.
you couldn't see the cats anywhere, and if it wasn't for the amount of cat toys scattered around you'd sincerely question if they even existed.
although, han, in your honest opinion, does look like the type to have random items around that made no sense.
but before you could ask about them, and further question you decision making skills, you hear them.
you look in the direction of the pitter patter of their paws, and see three cats making their way to the living room.
one blackish and grey with stripes, two orange ones – both with white bellies, although one more than the other.
they wandered into the living room as if you weren't there.
you smile to yourself. fair enough.
then, without warning, the most orange one stopped.
turned.
and padded straight toward you.
you can hear han dramatically hold his breathe as the he approaches you, sniffing your ankles. the other two soon follow.
you can practically feel han vibrating, but you remain focused on the cats.
they circle your legs, sniffing and looking at you. bumping their heads on your feet.
you let them do their thing.
you've had cats your whole life, you know how this goes.
you carefully squat down, and slowly give them your hand for them to sniff and soon their purrs get louder, and they headbutt you even more.
you smile at them, as the one with more white fur nibbles at your hand and headbutts it so you can lift it a bit higher, and nuzzles it to encourage you to pet him as you do so.
you giggle and sit down on the floor, legs crossed and the darker one seems to test the idea. he carefully placed one paw on your leg and you instinctively make space, moving your arms out of the way, settling them around them so you could support them.
he meows in what sounds like approval and snuggles between your legs, the others meow as they too try to climb onto your lap.
your smile widens and you laugh to yourself, as you adjust your position and make sure they're all secured and comfortable.
you love cats. so much.
and you definitely missed having cat snuggles.
your chest swells with happiness as they purr on your lap, all trying to get a turn as you pet them.
"....they usually don't do that"
an unfamiliar voice speaks softly next to you, you look up and see him. minho.
he's leaning on the doorframe, from where the cats came, arms loosely crossed over his chest holding a treat bag, watching his cats making themselves comfortable on your lap with an expression you couldn't quite read.
" I knew she was puurfect"
you finally look at han and he's bouncing in the couch, chest puffed out with the widest grin on his face, looking proud of himself.
Hatred is a good way to enforce no strings attached.
Blow job, face sitting, vaginal sex, choking, degrading, rough sex
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Minho’s personality could certainly be debated. His sarcasm could come off as cruelty. His inability to be vulnerable could come off as cold. His confidence could come off as arrogance.
One thing was for sure though.
He knew how to get what he wanted. Even if that thing wanted nothing else to do with him, even if it made him roll his eyes, he knew how to make you fuck him.
You looked pretty, your hair out of your face and a smile on your lips. You threw your head back as you laughed at Brenda's joke, nudging her side. The drink was in your hand, though it was pretty much full.
She got up, leaving you by yourself for a moment. Standing up, you stretched your legs out. As you sighed, taking in the fire not too far away, you felt someone press against you. When you jumped at the invasion of personal space, Minho’s arm wrapped around your stomach, pulling you close. You could feel his hard cock press against you, telling you exactly what he wanted.
“Can you stop? I don't want anyone to know that,”you trailed off, shoving him off. Turning around, you gave him a cold look. He continued to stand casually, giving you a smirk.
“Don't want anyone to know what?”he taunted.
“Fuck off, Minho,”you snapped, going to leave. Before you could get three steps, he harshly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to him.
“Quit it. Someone’s going to notice,”you scowled.
“Awe. How sad. Someone will know you like to be,”he trailed off, his arm wrapping around your stomach again. When you squirmed in his hold, his fingers dipped lower, promising something you couldn't stand you wanted.
“Come on. We're using your house,”you demanded, shoving his hand off while walking forward.
“You give in so easily.”
“Shut up until your mouth gets put to use.”
When Brenda returned to your spot, she found it empty. Nothing but a forgotten cup and what seemed to be two pairs of footsteps could be found.
His pants were off before the door even shut. You rolled your eyes at his greediness but were kind enough not to mention it. For now.
“You better make it worth it,”you warned, pulling your shirt off.
“I always do.”
You hated how true that was. No matter what, you left satisfied every time. You could be as rough as you wanted with each other, finish, and get out of each other's sights. Minus the time he would stand outside your door for just a little bit.
He was quick to put you in your knees, an angle that was perfect for you to glare at him. Giving you that typical smirk, he tugged his boxers down, showing off his hard cock. He had been ready for so long, ready to take you, to use you, to fuck and leave you.
“You can't-”
“Stay there,”he ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair. When you gasped, he slammed inside of your throat. You immediately gagged as you tasted his tip, your tongue stuck under him.
“Yeah. You like that, don't you?”he groaned, holding your face to him. You couldn't even glare anymore, too busy trying to breathe as your cheeks hollowed around him. His hand controlled you, bobbing your head around him. When you choked, your nails scratching his waist in desperation, he let himself lean forward, practically suffocating you. Your eyes filled with tears as he carelessly fucked your throat, making you take it.
“Bet that makes you wet. Does it, you fucking slut?”he groaned, twitching in your mouth. When you muffled a complaint around him, weakly punching his thigh, his grip on your hair tightened. Before you could take it in, he pulled you out and slammed you into him. When you cried out, vibrating his cock, he did it harder, shoving you into him. Spit fell from your lips, tears spilling from your eyes. Grabbing your face with his free hand, he pulled you up, making you look at him. Your eyes were already dazed, your cheeks flushed. You squirmed as you were struggling to take him, an ego boost he didn't need. It was everything he knew it would be, everything he wanted.
Right as you glared at him, he slammed you into him, finishing in your mouth. Pushing on him, you did your best to spit out his thick liquids, forcing them back on his dick. Slightly pulling your head side to side, he made you suck him until he was satisfied. Letting go of your hair, he pushed you off by your forehead. While still stuck on your knees, you gasped in air.
“Figured I could put you to use first.”
You looked up at him, watching that subtle smirk. Slowly lifting your arm, you wiped him from your chin. When he raised an eyebrow, you stood, eye to eye with him. Before he could ask, you calmly wiped it on his sheets.
“Why don't you put that to use?”
“Please. It's about to be violated a lot worse than that,”he rolled his eyes. When you crossed your arms over your chest, he grabbed you, throwing you on the bed. When you yelled out, calling him an asshole, he climbed on top of you, pinning you by your shoulders. When you raised your leg to kick him, he brushed his knee against your wet pussy, drawing a soft moan from your throat.
“Told you I’d make it worth it.”
“Shut up. Shut up, and get on your back.”
“I don't think you're really in a position-shit!”he was cut off by your nails digging into his cheek. When he was left distracted, you managed to shove him off you. When he naturally landed the way you wanted, you pulled your undergarments to your knees. When he opened that obnoxious moan to complain, you set yourself on his face, letting him see for himself you were wet.
Doing a bad job wasn't in the cards for several reasons. Why would you let him fuck you if he couldn't even make you finish? What was the point in enjoying this if there wasn't a little bit of mutual struggle?
Most importantly of all, he’d be damned if he didn't do a job worth bragging about.
Grabbing your thighs, he kept you on his face. When you moaned, rocking your hips, he darted his tongue inside of you.
“Oh god. I almost forgot why we kept you around,”you groaned, squeezing your legs tighter around him. His grip on you got harsher, his mouth open as he purposely moaned inside of you. Your back arched at sudden vibrations, your eyes rolling back. Biting your lip, you put your hands over his, making sure he would take you. Swirling his tongue around you, he hummed against you. Your toes curled in pleasure, your moans becoming more frequent. Your pussy was more than enjoying the attention, your growing wetness dripping on him.
“That's it. Take it. Take it, you sexed out whore,”you degraded, your thighs squeezing around him. When he groaned in annoyance, you moaned louder, rocking back and forth. Your eyes rolled back to your head, your nails unconsciously digging into his hand. Your legs trembled as the pressure inside of you finally subsided. Your heart was racing out of your chest, sweat dripping down your body at the sudden warmth.
When you were weakened from your orgasm, he grabbed your waist. With a harshness that would be unacceptable from anyone else, he turned you around on your stomach as he escaped from your cunt. When you gasped, your nails digging into the mattress, he pulled you more towards the middle of the bed. When you squirmed under him, he forced your pants off, leaving you naked.
“You dick!”
“Can't say that when you want mine,”he promised, grabbing your wrists, pinning them behind your back. Quickly thrusting into your cunt, he pressed his chest against you, keeping you close. You moaned at the pleasure, your pussy practically gripping his cock.
“Knew you’d like it,”he whispered in your ear.
“You're-you’re fuck-fucking me too,”you stuttered, your back arching into him. Having a problem with the reminder that he needed you just as bad, he sunk his teeth into your shoulder. Before you could let out one of those familiar shrieks, he clamped his hand over your mouth, muffling you. As his mouth found your neck, scraping against you, he increased his pace, leaving you disoriented.
“You take dick so well for someone who acts like such a prude,”he whispered in your ear, thrusting deep inside of you. You squirmed as he hit your g-spot, your eyes widening as you moaned. Wrapping his arm around your head, he angled himself deeper, repeatedly slamming into you. Your cunt tightened around him, soaking his cock. You were whimpering as you were right there, the uncontrollable pleasure making you lose all train of thought. Your back was arching into him, pushing deeper, leaving you closer. His thrusts got sloppier, his breaths heavier in your ear. The moans in the room were nothing less than filthy, unholy and rough sounds that only made sense in this position.
Your legs shook as you came, finishing on his thick cock. His hold on your face tightened as he exploded inside of you. Liquids spilled past your legs, spilling on his sheets the way he promised. He collapsed against you, taking a moment to breathe.
“How’s that for worth it?”he taunted.
“You already used that line.”
“Yeah. Well, how about this one?”
Before you could open your mouth, he pulled out. With lustful force, he dragged you on your back. When you glared at him, raising your head for stability, his hands wrapped around your throat, tightly squeezing. You gasped for air, your mouth caught open.
When he slammed inside of you though, he found you a soaked mess, your pleasured cunt already tightening around him.
“You just love it when I touch you, don't you slut?”he growled, his fingers pressing on your sides. When you dug your nails into his shoulders, the pressure in your stomach only growing worse, he pulled out and thrust into you. Your scream was weak, your head spinning as the world changed colors. Right as your eyes fluttered shut, your nails feebly scratching his back, he let go, his hands right by your head. You were caught between gasping and moaning as he railed you, hitting impossibly deep spots. He stared into your fucked out face, eyes dazed, hair stuck to your forehead, handprints forming on your neck, and for a moment believed this was all you two were.
When your nails scratched down his back, he remembered. And that made him fuck you even harder. And for some reason, for some ungodly reason, that made you love this even more.
GENRE: domestic, fluff, realism, new parents, soft chaos, quiet affection
WARNINGS: mentions of exhaustion, post-pregnancy, babies, sleep deprivation, Minho being blunt, baby crying, realistic dad moments
SYNOPSIS: what Minho is like with a newborn: careful, observant, unexpectedly gentle, and trying his best.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: wanted this to feel realistic to Minho’s personality & not overly soft, not perfect, just him navigating new dad life in his own way.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but not needed ofc!.
MASTERLIST
Minho is not dramatic about becoming a dad
he’s practical. He reads every instruction manual, watches tutorials, and double‑checks everything before doing it.
The first time he holds the baby, he’s stiff and overly careful. Not scared, just focused.
“Support the head… okay… okay.”
He talks himself through it like he’s assembling furniture.
He doesn’t coo or baby‑talk at first.
He just looks at the baby with that blank, judging face.
"You don’t do much, huh?"
But the second the baby grabs his finger?
His whole expression softens.
He doesn’t comment on it.. but he doesn’t move his hand either.
He’s shockingly good at soothing them.
Not because he’s naturally soft, but because he’s patient and methodical. He figures out what works and sticks to it.
He hums to them without even realizing.
Not lullabies, just whatever melody is stuck in his head. The baby falls asleep to it every time.
Minho is the type to stare at the baby for a long time in silence, observational silence, that is..
"Why is their face shaped like that"
"Shaped like what Minho?"
'A potato."
He’s protective in a very Minho way:
If someone holds the baby wrong, he'll correct them bluntly.
“No. Not like that. Give them back.”
If someone is too loud, he’ll glare until they shut up.
He panics over specific noises that the baby makes.
Baby sneezes? Fine.
Baby hiccups? Fine.
Baby makes one weird squeak?
“What was that. Why did they sound like that.”
"They're just shifting Minho."
He takes pictures constantly, but never announces it.
You’ll just find 200 photos of the baby sleeping in your camera roll.
All taken from different angles.
He’s the one who gets up at night if he hears the baby first.
Not because he's trying to be a hero, but because he feels bad for you and he hates crying.
"I'll go. I can't listen to that."
He's not overly affectionate, but if the baby does something like sleeping on his chest? He doesn't move. He doesn't even breathe.
"If they wake up, you're dealing with it."
He talks to the baby like they're an adult:
“You need to stop crying. I already changed you.”
“Why are you making that face.”
“Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t do anything.”
But when he thinks you're not lisnteing, he gets all soft.
Saying things like:
“You’re good… you’re okay… daddy’s here.”
And he’d deny it if you ever brought it up.
He loves to put the cats with the baby. But if they dare touch them he immediately snatches the little one away from them.
The first time the baby smiles at him, he freezes.
Then he looks at you like he’s trying not to react too much.
"Hah! He smiled at me and not you."
He's not the perfect dad, but at least he loves his kid :)
