Can I request a fic for the gen 1 kings with a baby. Where they do the challenge where the parent lays their head on their babies lap to see their reaction, and their baby is really affectionate, cuddling, or babbling to them.
⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. imagine the kings of the first generation had babies and laying their head on the lap of their super duper wuper cute kid ?
⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.2k , ~0.5k words each .
⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff, fluff, fluff. f!readers. you all are adults! gen1 (seperately). self - made au! safe for minors! crappy writing. they may seem ooc. Itriedmybest.
“HEY, little fella.”
JAEGYEON NA was... a little special as father, always calling him other names and instead of treating your son like his own, he treated him like he was some podcast listener. But yeah, your son wasn't anything better.
He was after all, an exact copy of his father, babbling many incoherent words and then running all over the place to search for his mama. Yes, this little fella was exactly like his father. You don't have any doubts.
"Hah... I'm so tired!" Jaegyeon sighed out, acting tired as he fell to his knees.
"Aren't you cute?" he grinned, laying his head on top of his son's lap, "of course you are. You're my creation."
[son's name] puffed his cheeks, wrapping his tiny arms around the head of his father before beginning to babble. It sounded like he was complaining about something — anything.
Well, and then — [son's name] giggled, wiping his drool and snot away with his hands, using those same hands to hug his beloved father once again. "Erm... So, we need to work on that attitude. How could you?" Jaegyeon huffed, ready to sit up again.
That was until [son's name] was holding onto him, hugging his head with all his might, but it was still easy to get out of his grip. And yet Jaegyeon acted as if it was the hardest, falling softly back on to the lap of his son.
"Damn you..." he sighed, his grin turned into a smile as he heard the cute giggling.
“YOU should try that, you know?”
SEONGJI YUK turned to you with a curious gleam in his eyes. Wow he was so innocent that you wanted to squeeze him tightly and baby him. He looked like a baby! "Try what?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Lay your head on [daughter's name] and watch what will happen!" you chuckled.
What? How can he lay his head on your daughter's lap? She'll break. Or her legs will grow tired quickly. Isn't his head like, real heavy for her? Should he just shut up in his mind and try it?
Carefully and slowly, Seongji sat down on the floor beside his child and listened to her giggling. After hearing her laugh of excitement, Seongji's worries faded quickly, no hint of doubt was visible. Why did he even doubt himself?
He laid his head on the tiny legs of your daughter, his eyes watched how she began giggling louder and how she babbled something in her own language. Oh how much he wanted to understand her incoherent words. It was a mini you!
A grin appeared his pink lips as [daughter's name] placed sloppy kisses on his face, painting his clean skin with her drool. He could get used to it. Really. "I'm glad you're a mini [name]." he said.
If it were for a mini him, would his mini him also kiss him so affectionately? Should he... test it out?
WHENEVER he enters the room, TAESOO MA can only watch how you wrap your arms around your son and lay your head on his lap. And then — your son gets ten times more happier. Why?
Good question, next one. Today he'll find out for himself, stealing your son from you while you were sleeping. Fortunately [son's name] didn't fall asleep yet, not as quick as his mother.
"Don't tell your mother, but I think i'm your favorite." he said, sitting next to his son as he observed how he played with his absolute favorite toy. "We have the connection, you know?"
"You wouldn't... mind right?" Taesoo mumbled, laying down on his back and then placing his head on the lap of your son.
For a moment of silence, Taesoo really considered if he should stand up right now and hide in your shared bedroom forever after your son only blinked at him, not moving an inch.
Well, what do we say? The doubts disappeared as soon it came as [son's name] latched himself onto Taesoo's head, his giggles and cute sounds of incoherent words filled the room.
"I knew it." he could NOT hide his growing smile.
How could he when his soon placed small kisses on his ugly scar? How could he not let the tear glide down when Taesoo was filled with absolute joy?
“YOU can take care of her, right? I'll believe in you, busy husband.”
Those were your last words as you disappeared from his sight, dropping your little daughter — little him on his office table filled with stacks papers. Why did you leave her in his hands again?
Yes well. After spending the last days with the cutest babygirl in the entire world, you couldn't help but think that she and her father should also spend some quality time together.
And then you dropped her off in his office to throw yourself into bed. To be honest it was a bit tiring to watch after her, even though you love your daughter with all your heart — watching her alone made it a lot harder.
So yeah. That's how you kill two birds with one stone. Getting some rest and making the two of them spend some time together. It wasn't hard to figure out for JICHANG KWAK that you were tired, considering the growing eye bags.
That's also why he say anything as soon as you entered his office. He was a smart man at the end. And he loved you. And your daughter. So of course he wouldn't mind watching over his own daughter.
But things have their limits as you daughter began to throw some important papers around the room, making Jichang sigh out before picking her up and walking over to the couch.
"You little troublemaker. I wasn't like that when I was in your age..." he sat her up on the couch, "I hope..."
No doubt that it was his daughter. With similar looks and also sometimes matching his tired old man personality. But that was sometimes! As soon as he stood up to return to his table, he got stopped.
His eyes wandered down to see a little hand gripping onto his sleeve of his suit, an innocent and wondering expression vivid on her babyface. God was she cute. He understood why you pinched her cheeks whenever you saw her.
"Yes?" he asks as if she could answer. But she actually did reply with babbling and a bewitching sweet smile, "you want me to stay here for a moment?"
It's not like she actually said that. He just guessed what she said, now sitting down beside her. Yet she didn't let go which was strange. Is there something else she wants besides her father sitting beside her?
She huffed and pulled onto his sleeve, "strong" enough to make him fall down onto the couch — Jichang just let her pull and leaned down slowly. At the end, he found his head on her lap.
"That's what you wanted?" he chuckled amused, raising an eyebrow, "should've said so."
"Dada!" she giggled, letting her tiny arms fall on top of his face, covering his sight and mouth while beginning to ramble incoherently about something.
And he listened. Sighing out with a smile. Maybe it wasn't that bad to let his daughter drag him away from work.
a/n's — so erm, sorry for the delay ! I have an exam tmw and I'm lowkey dying cuz it's winter, meaning exam phase... but I should think positively, because after this week and next week I finally have christmas holidays ! ><
It was raining in Incheon. The alleys reflected the red lights of the signs in dark and dirty puddles, and the smell of the city was a mixture of iron, gasoline and old blood. In an old shed turned into a clandestine meeting center, injured bodies were taken one by one to the back room. No hospital would accept them. No clinic would accept to treat them.
Except her.
(Y/N) — the surgeon known as "Hands of God" in the Korean underworld. His tall and slender body, covered by black tattoos in tribal style on his arms, fingers and back, made an impact. She wore an open white coat over combat clothes. The eyes were cold, analytical, of those who calculated every detail before acting. His face was beautiful, but there was something dangerous behind the serenity.
Silence reigned when she passed by. Even leaders like Gun and Goo had bowed to his presence at some point in history.
She was wiping the blood from her hands with a towel when she heard heavy steps.
- You arrived late, - he said, without turning around.
Taesoo Ma entered the room. His imposing silhouette filled the environment. The dark coat hung over one shoulder, and the tattoo that covered part of the chest and neck seemed to merge with the penumbra. The eye patch hid the trauma of the past, but nothing hid his silent alpha wolf posture.
He stopped behind her, watching her while she organized surgical instruments as if they were blades for battle.
- Two died. One was beyond what I could save, the other bled too much because his men took a long time to bring him.
Taesoo didn't answer. He walked up to her and stopped next to her. His eyes slid through the tattoos on her arm, recognizing in them traits that mirrored hers. A silent tribute that she never verbalized.
- You still have a cold hand. - he murmured, touching her wrist.
She looked at him sideways, impassive, although the slight blush in her ears denounced the effect he caused.
- And you still only talk when you want to. - she returned, looking back with a threatening calm. - What did you come to get?
- You.
There was a second of silence. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.
- Aren't you in a hurry to open skulls with your elbows?
- I've opened enough. - he replied, his voice so low that it sounded like contained thunder. - Now I want to be close to the only person who calms me down.
She turned around completely. The blood-stained coat swayed behind her like a cape. The eyes met. There, two similar forces studied each other: both cold, both with violent pasts, both feared. But between them, there was a bond that not even death threatened.
- I received an invitation from two kings to work for them. They said they would give me an empire. - she said, taking a bottle of water and wiping the back of her neck with the cloth.
- Did you refuse?
- I already have my empire. - (Y/N) crossed his arms, the muscles of the forearms tattooed on display. - And I already have a king.
Taesoo didn't smile. He never smiled. But the brightness in his remaining eye was more expressive than a thousand words. He approached, putting his hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her into a firm and silent kiss, like everything between them. It was brutal, but respectful. No hurry. As if I had waited all day for that single gesture.
When they moved away, she leaned her forehead against his.
- Do you promise to come back whole next time?
- If I don't come back, you sew me up again. - he replied, and she laughed softly.
————Later that night ————-
In her house, high in a hidden building, she sewed the wound on Taesoo's arm with almost artistic precision. The environment was quiet, illuminated by amber lights. He watched her in silence, enjoying every trace of concentration on her face.
- Does it hurt?
- No.
- You're lying.
- You also lied yesterday when you said you didn't care about me. - he replied.
She stopped the suture and looked at him, serious. Then he landed the instruments and sat on his lap, his legs crossing his thighs, arms around his neck.
- If someone touches you... I'll disassemble each one's spine. - she whispered in his ear.
- I know. That's why I fell in love.
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Who is a cold surgeon, feared and respected by gang leaders and even by Kings.
This is a story of mutual respect, silent power and a connection so intense that it borders on the unbreakable.
