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Han Myungoh and Han Dareum~ [Omniscient Readers Viewpoint]

My personal headcanon is that Han Myungoh had to consult a cosmetologist to teach him how to style a woman's hair so he could make pretty hairstyles for his daughter, Han Dareum.

Because I'm sure he wouldn't know how to do a girl's hair since he's never done it before!! ----------------★ [The scenario below is inspired by the future events of the novel // might contain spoilers!] [Content Warning: Injury, Angst, Hurt]

He clutches at his daughter's limp body. Her frail body was weak, but still breathing, albeit faintly.

"You'll be alright, sweetheart. You're alright, I'm here. Appa is here, sweetheart. I came back for you like I promised--"

He mumbles words of comfort into his daughter's ears. Hugging her, making sure she's safe in his arms, making sure she's still alive.

By now, he wasn't sure whether these words were for his daughter or for himself. But he repeats them anyway.

His Han Dareum was finally home.