#sunghoondad

[jjwoned]

LITTLE THINGS. ❤︎⁠ park sunghoon

欲望 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈, 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 .

────373 ★ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝟨-𝟫 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝖽!𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 .

sunghoon collapsed onto the couch, his little boy squirming happily in his arms. tiny fists jabbed at his shirt, drool glinting on his chin. then just a second later..

chomp!

a pair of sharp little gums sank into sunghoon's bicep.

"yah! careful, little man!" sunghoon said, laughing softly as he held him. the baby gurgled like it was the funniest thing in the world.

you leaned on the arm of the couch, grinning. "look like someone’s discovered appa's arm tastes better than the teether.." you teased, reaching over to wipe drool off his sleeve.

"hey! not fair, you’re encouraging him!" he said, pretending to be mad, but his laugh was soft. the baby squealed, reaching for your hand.

"here baby, try this." you said, giving him the teether. tiny fingers latched onto it immediately, chewing with all his might. drool dribbled down his chin, and he let out a frustrated little hiccup.

sunghoon rubbed his back gently, humming. "good boy.. there we go." he said, kissing the top of his head. "teeth are hurting, but you’re so strong."

of course, that wasn’t enough for your feisty baby. fists wriggled again and..

chomp!

he bit sunghoon's bicep once more.

"yah! that's enough!" hoon said softly. you leaned closer and brushed a curl off his forehead. "he's not even giving up.." you giggled.

"yeah, but look at that grin." sunghoon said, pressing a kiss to the baby’s cheek. "even when he's chaos, he's the cutest baby ever."

minutes passed and slowly, the little boy’s eyes started to droop. you smoothed the blanket around him.

"that's it, baby boy.. almost asleep.." sunghoon whispered. The hiccups faded into soft snores.

you leaned back, watching your husband press kisses along his hairline, forehead, and puffy cheeks. "you two are ridiculous.." you smiled.

your baby hiccupped once more, then curled fully into hoon's chest. sunghoon draped the blanket over him and pressed a final kiss to the top of his head. "sleep well, little man.."

you reached over to brush his damp hair from his forehead. "i'll grab the teether next time he drools.." you joked. sunghoon laughed, resting his chin on the baby’s head.

"my baby boy.." he whispered, hand moving along his back. "always yours, always mine."

花 ──── requested & dedicated to my girl @yunsera 🤍

tags : @wonsoire @ikeu05 @chrrific @nmurark05 @kittyhoon @miauumin @atashiboba @ningningiloveumarryme @jaysguitarstring @ki2rins @soona-huh @par4disee @mqytcha @jazz7gnab @gyuuchuuu @saturn-files @koiiq @teddybeartaetae

[jjwoned]

SO EASY. ❤︎⁠ park sunghoon

欲望 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

────714 ★ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖳𝖮𝖮 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖣𝖣𝖣 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽!𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 .

you don’t even realise how many people are in the room until you stop paying attention to them.

someone is fixing your hair again, someone else is adjusting your dress, someone is telling you to sit down and then immediately telling you to stand up again like it matters more than it actually does.

you're just trying to breathe through it all, your hands resting in your lap. then your phone buzzes.

hoon 🤍

you okay?

you stare at it longer than you should.

yeah.

a pause.

u?

hoon 🤍

not really

you smile a little without meaning to.

stop stressing

see u soon

after you send the message, you turn off your phone and place your hands back in your lap.

the room slowly shifts as time passes, voices getting quieter, movements more careful, like everyone knows it's getting closer even if no one says it out loud.

you stand up when they tell you to.

your dress moves with you, heavier now, getting more real with every step.

someone fixes your veil again and you don't stop them anymore.

because now it actually is time.

outside the room, he's already waiting.

not moving much. just standing there.

still in his suit, tie slightly loose, hands doing nothing because there's nothing left to fix.

he hears the music start before anything else changes.

and he goes still.

the door opens.

not fully.

just enough for the room to go silent.

and he doesn't move.

just looks.

you start walking, slow and steady.

the room is there but it feels far away, like it's happening behind glass.

you notice your steps more than anything else. the way your dress moves, the way everything feels slightly too quiet in your head.

then you look up.

and he's already looking at you.

no hesitation. no turning away.

just completely still like everything else stopped when you started walking.

and his expression shifts a little before he can hide it.

like relief.

like he didn't realise he was holding his breath.

you keep walking.

you notice small things without trying to.

his hands slightly tighter than they should be.

the way he swallows once when you get closer.

the fact he hasn't looked away once.

when you reach him, there's a pause.

not awkward.

just full.

just right.

like the space between you is too small and too important at the same time.

he reaches for your hand first.

you let him.

his fingers close around yours and stay there like they were already supposed to be.

he squeezes once.

and you squeeze back.

the officiant starts speaking, but you don't even notice at first.

because he keeps looking at you instead of forward.

and his thumb moves slightly over your hand like he's grounding himself in it.

when it's your vows, you don't try to make it anything big.

you just look at him and speak.

"i thought i'd be more nervous.."

a small pause fills the room.

"but i'm not really.."

you breathe out a little. then laugh.

"it just feels.. easy."

he nods slightly like that makes perfect sense.

like he agrees completely but didn't know how to say it first.

when he speaks, he starts properly, then stops halfway like he forgot what he planned to say.

he lets out a small laugh under his breath.

"i wrote something.." he said, "but it doesn't feel that important anymore."

he looks at you fully now.

not the room. not anything else.

just you.

"it's always been easy with you." he said.

simple and simple. like it's obvious.

you don’t answer straight away.

just nod a little.

because it hits exactly where it should.

when you say "i do" it doesn't feel dramatic.

it feels like confirming something that's already been true for a long time. because it had.

and when he kisses you, it's soft at first, like neither of you fully believe it yet.

then he stays there for a second longer than he needs to, still holding your hand like he doesn't want to let go of anything yet.

after that, everything gets louder again. people clapping, someone laughing, voices everywhere.

but he doesn't move far.

just stays close to you.

still holding your hand.

like he forgot he's allowed to let go now.

花 ──── i couldn't do a moodboard bc for some reason the pics weren't working AGAIN. ++ i don't like this fic idk

tags : @wonsoire @ikeu05 @chrrific @nmurark05 @kittyhoon @miauumin @atashiboba @ningningiloveumarryme @jaysguitarstring @ki2rins @soona-huh @par4disee @mqytcha @jazz7gnab @gyuuchuuu @saturn-files @koiiq @teddybeartaetae @stars4kooo @woninlove @mrsjjongstby

[jjwoned]

HAPPINESS ON ICE ꪆৎ (박성훈)

. ݁ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : dad sunghoon teaching his daughter how to ice-skate . 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluffiest fluff i've ever seen . 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dad!sunghoon x fem!reader , they are both former figure skaters . 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : writing is all in lowercase , petnames , not proofread , etc .

𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 — @ki2rins helped me pick to write this love you bb !

❀ ⢷ ♡ ‿‿ 𓈒

as you, your husband and daughter entered the building of the ice-rink, a rush of cool, dry air brushes past your faces — not quite freezing, but enough to raise goosebumps. a sense of nostalgia hit you and sunghoon. you both were figure skaters as children, and that is how you met. now, it was time for your daughter to become a figure skater too. but she had to learn the basics of simple ice-skating.

you sat down on one of the benches, putting on your skates, almost finishing lacing them. when you finished, you kneeled down in front of your daughter, putting her mini skates on. your lips curled into a smile, imagining the days where you were only learning how to skate.

"you ready, yejin?" you sweetly ask, gripping onto her hand.

"yes mommy, i ready!" she says as a gummy smile appears on her face, truly melting your heart.

"you ready, hoon?" you turn to sunghoon, standing up after putting on his skates.

he nods, walking to the rink.

you walk slower, hand in hand with yejin, considering she can't skate yet, and walking on skates is extremely hard for her. as you arrived to the rink, frosty air brushed against your cheeks. soft hum filled the air, and for a moment, you was twelve again, flying across the ice, smiling ear to ear. you took a deep breath, stepping into the rink. you already see hoon gliding across the ice. you lead yejin onto the ice, the toddler taking her first slippery steps onto the ice. the cold air kissed her cheeks pink. every wobble was met with laughter, each glide a little miracle in motion.

"let's walk to dada!" you exclaim. carefully walking her to your husband.

as you reach him, he holds her tiny hand gently, making sure she feels safe. he walks with her and little by little, she stops wobbling. after half an hour, he decides that it's time to let her hand go and teach her how to skate by herself. he lets go of her tiny hand, and the first thing she does is fall onto her bottom. sunghoon bursts in laughter, but not until yejin starts wailing. he kneels down, wrapping his arms around her.

"you okay princess?" he murmurs, calming her down.

"hurt.." she replies, wiping her eyes.

"you're hurt?" he says, "on your bottom?"

she nods, softly sniffling.

"you're okay.." sunghoon reassures her, "dada's here.."

he helps yejin get back onto her feet, yejin giggles with joy as she gets to skate again. "guess you need more practice hm?" sunghoon says, his heart swelling with warmth at that moment.

after you guys finish skating on the ice, you guys head inside, warming your hands around steaming mugs of hot chocolate, the cozy sweetness chasing away the chilliness outside.