Seungyoon often worried about his son’s development. Ever since his wife passed, Dongmin had gradually stopped talking. Long-winded conversations had been reduced to head nods and simple grunts. The therapist wasn’t sure how long this would last, but reassured he’d return to normal with time. Hopefully. When Dongmin presented a permission slip to stay late for music class, Seungyoon assumed he was interested in playing an instrument. He himself liked to play the guitar and piano.
He was absolutely thrown when he approached the elementary’s music room and heard the most angelic little voice singing through the door. He opened the door and found his darling son standing beside you as you played a simple tune on the piano, a lullaby his mom used to sing him to sleep. His heart simultaneously broke and mended itself at the serene yet heartfelt expression on Dongmin’s face as the song came to a close.
You caught movement over your student’s shoulder. “Oh! Mr. Kang, I didn’t hear you come in.” You rose from your seat and put a hand on Dongmin’s shoulder with a reassuring squeeze.
His smile wavered when Dongmin avoided his gaze. “I thought I’d come see…I didn’t know.” Shame filled him. How had he not noticed? His son never carried an instrument case. He never touched the piano at home. He looked at the boy. “You have an amazing voice, Min.”
You grinned and looked at Dongmin. “See? It’s not just me. You really are talented!”
Dongmin glanced up at him, then hid his face in your long skirt. “I only know that song. Mom’s song.”
Seungyoon’s heart broke again. The way his little champ’s voice warbled, on the verge of tears, cut deep. He moved to comfort him but you were quicker, dropping to a knee and looking the boy in the eyes.
“That’s okay! No one said you have to know a lot of songs to be good at singing. If you ever get comfortable, you can always learn more! It’s your talent and you choose what you want to do with it. No pressure.” You looked at Seungyoon, eyes wide with an unspoken plea. “Right?”
For the first time in ages, butterflies filled his chest. The last time he’d had them, he’d gotten married shortly after. “Y-yeah! You should just have fun with it, sing what you want, as many times as you feel like it.”
Dongmin peered at him, skepticism written all over his face. Clearly, he hadn't done a good job of being supportive or emotionally available. He vowed to do better. When you stood up and gently guided the boy over, he made another, more selfish promise—to get to know you better.
Requested by anon: Could you write a Mino imagine where he and his family are on the return of superman? The mother of his child is black and is a famous producer. They met when she was working at YG. They have twin children: a boy name Jiwon and a girl made Jia.
Word Count: 925 words
Warning: shots/vaccines
“Let’s see, oh this is a new family!” one of the hosts of the show said in surprise before beginning to watch the rest of the show.
The cameras panned around zooming in on the two sets of children's items around the home they were in. It was obvious that while the items were meant to match one another, they were clearly for two individuals with distinct personalities. Movement was spotted near the entry of the house, showing two people being rather affectionate with one another.
“They need to go to the doctor’s and get some shots,” you reminded, hugging the other figure and placing a kiss on their cheek. “Don’t panic or they’ll panic.”
As the cameras in that area zoomed in, your face became clearer, before the screen changed to the onscreen interview.
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“Hello,” Minho said in a singsong voice bowing alongside you. “I’m Winner’s Mino and this is my lovely wife - and extremely talented producer - (y/n)!”
You elbowed him in the side causing him to feign extreme pain. “Hi I’m this fool’s wife of almost five years, producer (y/f/n). It’s a pleasure to meet all of you.”
Something was asked off camera.
“How long have we known each other? Since we met each other.” Another playful elbow jab as he laughed. “Alright! We’ve known each for much longer than we’ve been together. (y/n) was a rookie producer at YG when I began as a trainee so that would be well over ten years, no?”
“Sounds about right,” you confirmed looking away off camera as a loud shriek was heard. “Hold on a second.” You both got up and vanished quickly coming back with a child each.
“These are our kids, fraternal twins Jia and Jiwon,” Minho introduced, placing a kiss on his daughter's cheek who immediately began squirming. wanting out of her father’s lap, to which he relented watching her run away. “She’s much more vocal and expressive about what she likes and doesn’t like, particularly what she doesn't like.”
You stood up, handing Jiwon to his father, bidding a quick goodbye to them before rushing to find Jia and kissing her goodbye. You had a meeting you needed to get to.
“I hope you all smile a little bit more as you get to know my family!” Minho exclaimed before his head snapped as he heard something break. “Jia, you can’t play with that!”
~~~
“I don’t want a shot,” Jia said loud and clear as she eyed the nurse warily, scooting back on the exam table bumping into her brother, Jiwon, who mirrored his sister’s worry and reached out for his dad. “Daddy, I don’t want a shot!”
“I don’t want a shot either!” Jiwon added gripping Minho’s shirt as he picked him and set him in his lap, not saying a word. He couldn’t say anything. He knew that if he did, the panic that he was experiencing at the moment would be clear to the two of them and they would panic even more. He rolled up the short sleeve, Jiwon repeating himself over and over again as he squirmed before beginning to sob uncontrollably. “I want Mommy!”
The nurse took his chance at the small opening he was given, Jiwon face away and arm fully exposed and gave him his vaccination, the four year old not noticing until he was placing a band aid over the area. “All done!”
Jiwon looked at his dad wide eyed before he was set down on the floor, watching as his dad then grabbed Jia who was now sobbing too calling for you to no avail. She was much more vocal and failing around much more than he had been and it was a bit harder for the nurse to administer the vaccine. Jiwon ran to the camerawoman hiding behind her leg as he watched in horror as his sister was finally given her shot after much struggle screaming.
Minho hugged her tightly, whispering that he was sorry before motioning for Jiwon to come over. He hesitated for a split second before rushing over and climbing into his dad’s lap hugging him tightly as he kissed their heads whispering how sorry he was over and over again. The nurse left the room coming back with a set of stickers and a small candy for the two of them handing over while crouching down at their level.
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Minho looked exhausted as he sat down for the interview. He had just finished the first day of his two day solo parenting experience. He had always been an active parent. From day one, the two of you had split every single task switching on and off during the first few months during the nights to care for the twins. You both had a good system that worked and was efficient in every way possible. So doing it alone was exhausting. Neither of you ever allowed the other to do any of the child rearing alone.
“Neither of them like shots or going to the doctor’s,” he began answering the question he’d been asked regarding the most eventful part of the day. “Normally (y/n) and I each handle one during the appointments and it helps keep them both calm - knowing that both of us are there and ready to help. Going solo was rough. This is the first time I’ve been left in charge of everything, and I have so much respect for the parents who have to do it all. Truly they’re the ones who are the supermen and women.”
