#dad!bang chan

[linoxpudding]

"I Want A Baby" (Hyung Line)

summary: your boyfriend's reaction when you randomly text them wanting a baby

pairing: skz hyung line x reader

genre: fluff, humor

a/n: this was requested ♡

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Maknae Line

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

Lee Know

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

[straykidsftw]

Daddy Daycare | dad!bang chan

genre: fluff

summary: chan looking after his kids for the first time as 4

ages: joey = 8 / leo & dan = 6 / jemima = 2 months

warnings: none (purposeful use of lower case cause i cant be bothered with capitalisation anymore)

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“are you sure you’re going to be okay?” you asked, cupping chan’s face in your hand, his sleepy eyes blinking back at you; the time on the clock too early for him to properly register the words you were saying.

you were leaving for a weekend away with the other skz wives, all flying over to jeju island, as paid for by your husbands. and that meant leaving early to make it to the airport (so you could make the most of your time).

chan swatted your hand away, making a ‘pshh’ noise, “it’s fine, y/n. i’ve been a dad for 6 years, i think i know what it takes.”

“yes but you’ve never looked after four kids, chan. i’m telling you, it’s a level up,” you pleaded with him.

chan rubbed his eyes before getting out of bed, placing his hands on your shoulders and walking you to the door of your shared bedroom. “y/n, please. i know what i’m signing up for, i know our kids. now go, have fun, and stop worrying.”

you smiled, turning round and hooking your arms around his neck, chan’s hands holding onto your waist firmly as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“okay, go,” he mumbled into the kiss, “you’re gonna be late.”

“okay,” you smiled, getting your bag and beginning to walk down the stairs, waving to chan as you went, “bye kids!”

the kids, who chan hadn’t known were awake, all responded with choruses of goodbyes from their respective rooms, chan’s eyes widening at all four of his kids being awake at 5:30.

“oh god,” he grumbled, hearing jemima’s cries start up as the front door slammed behind you.

he walked into the nursery, now forever jemima’s room, to see his little girl stood up in her crib, gripping at the bars and bouncing up and down slightly, laughing happily now that she’d gained someone’s attention.

“hello princess!” chan cooed, running over and pulling her out of the crib, cradling her in his arms, pressing kisses all over her face, “oh my little girl, how did you sleep? hmm?! hmm?!”

jemima’s screaming laughter bounced off the walls, chan chuckling alongside her as he got her out of her pyjamas and put her on the potty. potty training was almost done, but jemima still had to be put on the toilet routinely, in case she forgot to ask.

“good morning dad!” joey yelled, chan barely seeing a flash as he ran out of his room and down the stairs.

“woah! woah! woah!” chan called after him, trying to keep an eye on jemima at the same time. he could hear banging and crashing happening downstairs, wincing every time another loud noise echoed.

“i done daddy!” jemima smiled up at him, chan grinning and bringing her off the potty, cleaning her up and putting her in a fresh set of clothes, before carrying her downstairs. “i don’t need carry, daddy! i walk!”

“okay, okay,” chan laughed, placing her on the ground, jemima immediately starting to run to her older brother, who was still zipping around the kitchen. “woah, woah. joey, bud, please. what’s happening?”

“i’m making something!” joey exclaimed, gathering bits from all over the kitchen up into his arms before beginning to make his way back upstairs, chan catching him before he could.

“hey, hey. i could really do with your help today, buddy. do you think you could continue this project at the dinner table? then we can both keep an eye on your sister as i make breakfast, hmm?”

joey smiled with the big brother responsibilities, nodding firmly, “i just– i– i need a few bits from upstairs, okay?! i’m coming back!”

“okay,” chan laughed, peering into the living room to find jemima perched happily on the sofa, her mop of curls a mess atop her head. “mima, do you want some milk?”

jemima looked at him and nodded with sharp motions of her head. chan smiled, nodding back before heading to the kitchen to prepare some formula in a bottle. as he stood against the counter, stirring the bottle sleepily, he suddenly felt a rush of air as someone ran past him again.

“joey!” chan stopped, looking at his twins running round the back garden. “huh, not joey.”

“i’m here dad!” joey exclaimed, his grin displaying a couple of lost teeth, as he sat at the dining table and continued his arts and crafts project.

“yo! leo! dan! come here,” chan called, standing at the back door, “what’s happening here?”

“we’re pirates, dad!” leo yelled, shoving his pretend sword up at his dad, “argh!”

chan played along, pretending to be afraid as he backed off, going back to jemima’s formula. the little girl in question now stood by the dining table, watching her brother in curiosity.

“do you want to sit in your high chair, mima?” chan asked, beckoning the little girl over as he put her milk on the tray. he lifted her up with a fun noise, sitting her in there as she happily drank her milk and watched her brother. “what do you guys want for breakfast this morning?”

chan was mindlessly asking as he looked through the fridge at all the banchan and regular ingredients stacked up. he gasped, “wow, mum left us some beef from last night! and some kimchi jeon, do you guys want that with some banchan?”

joey nodded, jemima staring at her dad with an amused look. chan pulled a face so she started giggling, her feet swinging back and forth.

“joey what this?” she asked, her attention going back to her older brother.

“its for mummy,” he smiled, whispering the words as he glanced to his dad, chan too pre-occupied with cooking to hear him, “she’s away for two days so i’m making her a sign for when she gets back.”

“mummy gone?!” jemima exclaimed dramatically.

“hmm?” chan called, absentmindedly, “yeah mummy’s away for the weekend, mima. but we’re gonna have fun, aren’t we?! yay!”

“what are we doing today, dad?” joey asked, his colouring pencils scribbling against the page.

“um, i thought we could meet up jiyoung and haein today,” chan said, “me and your uncles have a little bit to do but we don’t have to go to the stud—”

“oh please can we go to the studio?!” joey begged, looking up at his dad with a pleading look in his eye.

chan laughed, shocked, “yeah, of course we can, bud! wasn’t expecting you to want to, but of course!”

“just more to do there, you know,” joey shrugged.

chan nodded, “yeah, i’m sorry you don’t have any cousins your age, joe.”

“it’s okay,” he hummed, “it’ll be fun when we’re older.”

chan smiled at his son’s maturity, plating up the food, “yeah, it will. and at least you know they all look up to you, right?”

joey smiled bashfully, not looking up from his work. chan placed a plate down in front of him, as well as two more for the twins, placing a plate of extra banchan in the middle of the table. he pulled up a chair beside jemima, starting on his own food while keeping an eye on the littlest member of the family.

“twins! food’s on the table!”

the boys, still in pirate mode, ran into the kitchen, crashing into the table as they started eating.

“thank you for the food,” joey said, before tucking in, the rest of his siblings following, despite the food already bulging in their cheeks.

“you’re welcome, babies,” chan cooed, playing with dan’s hair gently, “see? we don’t need mummy, daddy’s got everything covered.”

[greyyeti]

Heyyyy daddy!!!

Aaaaahhh, someone tag me to your favorite dad!Chan fanfic please! 🤗

[stay-tiny2021]

Meet the Bang Children (Chan)

Katie Bang

Full Name: Kaitlin Everleigh Bang

Hangul: 방아영

Korean Name: Bang Ah Young

Nickname/s: Katie, Kate, Leigh

Height: 5ft 7

Language/s: Korean, English

Date of Birth: September 6, 2028

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Birth Place: Sydney, Australia

Time of Birth: 1:45 AM

Birth Weight: 6lbs 9oz

Godparent/s: Seungmin

Steven Bang

Full Name: Steven Nathaniel Bang

Hangul: 방시우

Korean Name: Bang Si Woo

Nickname/s: Steve, Stevie, Nathan

Height: 5ft 10

Language/s: Korean, English

Date of Birth: July 5, 2033

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Birth Place: Sydney, Australia

Time of Birth: 7:50 AM

Birth Weight: 7lbs 2oz

Godparent/s: Jeongin

[strayingawayy]

the ocean's embrace

...dad! chan x reader with their babygirl with little baby curls where chan makes his daughter meet his first lover aka the ocean. kissies to @hyunebunx bc this idea was entirely hers. i just sobbed and wrote it.

» [love. -wave to earth]«

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chan carefully sank to his knees in the soft, golden sand, his heart swelling with a warmth that only your little girl could stir. with the gentlest of movements, he cradled her in his arms, her tiny hands clinging to his shirt as her wide eyes traced the endless stretch of the ocean. the waves whispered their timeless song, rolling in rhythm with the heartbeat of the earth itself. the sky above was a painting of pinks and oranges, a perfect canvas reflecting the love and wonder that filled the moment. the air was sweet with the scent of saltwater, and the soft breeze tousled chan’s hair as it kissed your cheeks.

"look, my love," chan whispered, his voice low and tender, his gaze never leaving the horizon, "this is the ocean. it’s big and old and beautiful, and it’s been waiting for you."

your daughter, her dark eyes wide with curiosity, studied the vast, shimmering water. her tiny body leaned into chan’s embrace, her little fingers curling tightly around his shirt as if drawing strength from him. she was hesitant, unsure of the endless expanse before her, but her heart was eager, drawn to the waves before her.

"it’s okay, sweet girl," you whispered softly, brushing your fingers through her curls. "the ocean’s a friend. it’s just saying hello."

chan’s eyes met yours, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he kissed your daughter’s forehead, then dipped her tiny toes into the cool foam. for a heartbeat, her whole body froze, her face crumpling in confusion as the water lapped at her feet. she blinked up at him, her wide eyes searching for reassurance.

"i think she’s a little unsure," you teased, the warmth of your smile matching the tenderness in your voice. "but i think we all are the first time we sea the waves, no?"

chan chuckled, the sound full of affection, his heart in his eyes. "i was nervous, too, but now i can’t imagine being anywhere else," he says, his voice full of nostalgia as a memory reels before his eyes.

you nudged him playfully, a mischievous grin crossing your face. "well, that’s no surprise. the ocean’s always been your first love, hasn’t it?"

chan blinked at you, the playful shock clear on his face. his voice was teasing, yet there was a sparkle in his eyes. "i- no. did you really just say that? in front of our daughter no less?"

you giggled, raising an eyebrow. "i mean, it’s true, right? the ocean was there long before me, always calling to you. a little too loyal, if you ask me. an ex girlfriend if i recall correctly."

chan’s eyes widened in exaggerated disbelief, his mouth forming a dramatic "o." "unbelievable," he muttered, though the corners of his lips twitched upward. "the ocean’s not my ex girlfriend, and i’m certainly not in love with her anymore."

leaning down, he whispered to your daughter, who was still staring at the water with a mixture of wonder and wariness. "right, baby? the ocean’s just a friend. a really big, really old friend."

your daughter, her attention still held by the waves, blinked at her father. and then, with a voice that was as sweet as a lullaby, she spoke, her words so soft and delicate they seemed to belong to the sea itself.

"papa," she murmured, "big...water."

you froze, the world standing still for a breath. chan’s eyes widened, and a smile broke over his face as his heart swelled with pride. he grinned, his face lighting up. "well i suppose big water is one way to put it, sweetheart."

your daughter, still focused on the waves, reached her tiny hand toward the water again, her fingers brushing the foam as if inviting the ocean to come closer. the hesitation was gone, replaced by an innocent curiosity that shimmered in her gaze. through her words, she had already claimed the ocean as her own.

chan beamed at her, his voice full of pride. "that’s right, little one. it’s big. but it’s also beautiful, and it’s always been here, just waiting for you to find it."

you smiled at your daughter, her tiny feet dipping into the cool water, her face alight with wonder. "just like you, sweet girl," you murmured. "you'll be just as big and beautiful as her one day."

your daughter’s smile grew wider, her laughter bubbling up like the ocean itself. she stood, her feet firm in the water now, no longer afraid, but entirely entranced by the world she was discovering. "big...water," she said again, her voice full of awe, her tiny hands reaching out as if she could touch the entire ocean in that moment.

you exchanged a glance with chan, and both of you couldn’t help but laugh, the joy in your hearts reflected in each other’s eyes. "she’s definitely your daughter," you teased, the happiness in your voice undeniable.

chan lifted your daughter into the air, holding her so she could see the waves more clearly. "maybe she’s my first love’s new best friend," he said with a wink, his tone playful, but the affection he felt for both of you clear as day. "but the ocean’s not her first love. she’s my forever."

your daughter giggled, her curls bouncing as the water splashed around her, and the whole world seemed to dance in time with her joy. the sun, now low in the sky, bathed the world in a warm, soft glow, painting the horizon with hues of rose and lavender. in that moment, the ocean, the sand, the breeze…all of it became part of the love you shared as a family.

as you leaned into chan, the rhythm of the ocean mirroring the gentle beats of your heart, you knew this was the beginning of something magical; the first of many memories, and the start of a lifelong bond with the water that had always been a part of chan’s heart.

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@bluesungology

[furioussheepluminary]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

Pairing: dad!chris x teacher!afab!reader, friends to lovers, nonidol!au

Synopsis: Go ahead and cry, little girl, Nobody does it like you do, I know how much it matters to you, I know that you got daddy issues, And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do, I'd run away and hide with you

Warnings: domestic fluff, angst, tears and all, references to the neighborhood, ft. 2racha, lemme know if I've missed something

A/n: the neighborhood. They did this to me. Reader isn't going to be mentioned on the story a lot...well at least in this first chapter. I swear I got carried away with this I didn't mean for it to be this long 😔 it wasn't even meant to be a chapter like story...

next...

She wasn’t his. A constant reminder that knocked at the back of his mind.

Chris wasn’t the kind of man to complain over every small detail. Life had handed him its fair share of punches, and he’d taken his fair share without even flinching or losing the warmth in his heart. Anyone who saw him on the outside would think of him as the one that had everything good happening to him. But on the inside, the scars remained- ugly and tender. Before it all turned grey, he was actually living the life. A newlywed with a beautiful baby three months in the making. Victoria, his now ex-wife was an extravagant person and Chris knew that but she still had other loveable qualities which he doted on. Come five years down the line, and the secrets began to come to light.

Victoria had always wanted more. More money, more status, more luxury. She knew Chris had all of that so she just decided to play along with his domestic loveable fantasies. And Chris had known this about her from the start, but he had convinced himself that love would be enough. That their little circle-just him, Victoria, and their now four-year-old daughter, Mia-would be enough.

He was wrong.

It started with the late nights out, business dinners and events with people whose names Chris never recognized. Which Chris saw as karma for constantly keeping his late nights at work too but she always came back with excuses that didn’t really add up but then again, he pushed it aside, to exhausted from his own work and raising Mia to argue. Then it was her appearance. Disheveled hair, messed up make up, hickeys? Sure, he’s been lacking in being the romantic husband but he didn’t remember giving her any of those.

“Can we talk, baby?” he had tried to ask her one evening, when he put Mia to bed. They were in their shared bedroom which was beginning to feel lonelier by the week. Victoria sat at her vanity, in pristine white doing her night routine. “About?” she responded flatly.

“U-us,” he takes off his shirt and folds it neatly. “Am I not making you feel good anymore?” she paused, looked at him through the mirror and chuckled “What’s making you say that, Chris?”

“You’ve got marks. And I haven’t given you any…”

She applied cream under her eyes. “isn’t that supposed to make you feel bad?” he gave a tight-lipped expression “Baby,” he walked over to her. “I-I know I haven’t been as romantic as I was before and that’s on me. But it’s making me feel uncomfortable that I’m seeing this and that it wasn’t me who- “

Victoria sighed, setting down the jar of cream with an exasperated clink. She turned in her chair, crossing her legs as she reagree Chris with an almost amused expression.

“You’re being dramatic,” she said cooly. “It’s just a few marks. Why does it matter where they came from?” Chris felt his stomach twist. “Because I love you. because I-”

“Love isn’t enough, Chris,” she interrupted, her tone sharp. “You think just because you get to come home every night and kiss Mia goodnight it’ll make me so obsessed with you that I’d forget my own needs?” his brows furrowed as he plopped himself on the edge of the bed. “I-I don’t understand…” Victoria rolled her eyes. “It’s not just about her, Chris. I have needs too. I need just as much excitement and love as Mia gets. I need passion, I need to be with someone who treats me like I deserve to be loved not like another chore at the end of the day.” Chris felt something crack inside his chest. “A chore?” He echoed, voice above a whisper. Isn’t that what she made him feel like? Barely giving him any breathing space with all the ‘don’t forget to pick these up at the store’, or ‘I can’t make it blah blah blah I have an appointment’ and all the other useless excuses he carried on his shoulder.

“And Mia? What does she need. What does she deserve?”

“Don’t start that. She deserves stability. You work all the time too and I’ve told you timelessly that you can’t be keeping your late schedule when we have her to think about. Look, the difference between us is just that I’ve found a way to make it work for me. To balance you and my…real needs.”

Realization dawned like a cold slap to the face. “There’s someone else.” She didn’t deny it. Didn’t. Even. Flinch. Victora turned back to the mirror, picking up her cream again as if the conversation had already ended in her mind. “You don’t have to worry about me, baby. I can take care of myself and leave. We’ll file for divorce. And I’ll take Mia.” He couldn’t even understand her anymore. She just wants to leave? She’s not going to hear his side of the story? Taking his baby girl?! His eyes shot up. “Like hell you will.” Chris rarely raised his voice at her before, but that night, the betrayal shattered something inside him. “So that’s it? You’re walking away from your family for a supposedly bigger paycheck?”

Her eyes still focused on her reflection she spoke, “This is a blessing in disguise, Chris. Take it or leave it.”

And that was when the real war began.

The woman had connections, the bitch. Lawyers who knew how to twist the narrative. Chris worked long hours making him ‘too busy’ to be a full-time parent. He didn’t come from money making him ‘unstable’ compared to Victoria’s new fiancé- a wealthy, well-respected businessman. The court never even asked who Mia wanted to stay with. Despite everything Chris fought. Hard. But the corrupt system wasn’t built to favor fathers like him. In the saddening end, Victoria was granted full custody. He was left with weekends and whatever stolen moments he could manage. Innocent Mia had sobbed in his arms the first time she had to leave. Chris had nearly broken down right there with her. She couldn’t understand it all but what she did know was that being with her father was never enough. He was so close yet so far away.

At the time Chris didn’t have a lot of people to lean on, but if there were two people who saw everything from the beginning, it was Changbin and Jisung. They saw it all. They were the ones who stayed- when everyone whispered about how he should’ve seen it coming or how maybe he just wasn’t enough. Changbin was the first to throw a punch when some asshole had the nerve to call Chris pathetic for loving someone who was visibly used him. Jisung had been the one to show up at his doorstep at 3 A.M., with food, refusing to leave until Chris had at least eaten something. Now, they were the ones who made sure Mia had people who truly adored her and treated her like family, even when her mother made her feel like a second thought.

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The school bell echoed through the courtyard, signaling freedom for dozens of gleeful kids. Chris leaned against his car, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on her- Mia, sprinting towards him with wild abandon, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders.

“Daddy!” She screamed, her face lighting like the sun. Chris opened his arms just in time for her to crash into him. He lifted her off the ground spinning her around as pure joy surged through him.

Mia’s eyes sparkled as she hugged him tight. “Can we get ice cream before dinner tonight?” he chuckled. “Ice cream before dinner? That sounds like trouble, baby.” “Please?” she begged, tilting her head in that way that always melted him. He sighed dramatically. “Anything for my babygirl.”

Chris’ apartment wasn’t grand. Well not as grand as the one he used to have with his ex-wife. But it was warm. Lived-in. The type of place where every corner held memories- some old some new, most centered around Mia, of course. Mia’s drawings were taped to the fridge, stick figures holding hands with big smiles and a sun in the constant corner that shone too brightly. Tiny pink socks and stuffed animals littered the couch, evidence of the weekend play sessions that always ended with Mia curled up against his side, fighting sleep just to stay up a little longer with him.

When she was with him, Chris was dad in every sense of the word. He cooked her meals even when they turned out slightly burnt, he helped her with homework (which explaining to her sometimes confused him in the process). When it came to bedtime stories, he helped her pick them out and carried her to the bed when she fell asleep mid-play. Some Saturdays he would take her to the studio and sometimes it was unavoidable. Mia was always curious about her dad’s job. Plus, she vaguely remembers that she used to see him working with different genres of people when she was younger, back when she had more than weekends with him.

So, after stopping for her favorite snack on a Saturday morning, they arrived at the studio. When they walked in, Mia’s eyes widened as she took everything in. tiny sparks of color filled the faint memories of this place in her mind. The soundproof walls, the scattered yet arranged equipment, the glowing computer screens displaying colorful waveforms. “Woah…” She bounced forward, her tiny hands gripping her bunny in its ears. Chris smiled watching her.

“Cool, yeah?” Chris ruffled before guiding her to the main recording room. “Come on, I’ll show you where the chaos happens.” Before they could go any further, a familiar voice called out.

“Yaa! Is that my favorite troublemaker?!” Mia’s face lit up instantly as Changbin appeared from one of the side rooms, arms spread wide. “Uncle Binnie!” she squealed, running to him without hesitation. Chris barely had time before she leapt into Changbin’s arms, giggling as he spun her around. “Look at you, getting so big! What happened to tiny Mia I used to know?”

“I’m still tiny,” she giggled. “I dunno…you’re almost as big as your dad now,” He teased, shooting the other man a smirk. Chris rolled his eyes. “Funny.” They got in to the studio together. Chris dropped Mia’s backpack on the couch at the end of the room, as Changbin sat her on his lap.

“Where’s J. One?” he asked. As if on cue the door opened with Jisung walking in, coffee in hand. His eyes darted straight to the tiny person on Changbin’s lap, playfully blinking in disbelief. “No way. Is that my Mia?”

Mia gasped. “Uncle ‘Sung!” she wriggled out of the other’s arms and ran straight for Jisung who caught her one-handed with ease, throwing her into his arms. “Daang, I haven’t seen you in forever!” he said dramatically, pretending to stagger under her weight. “You sure you’re not twenty now?” she squeaked, hitting his shoulder “I’m six!”

“Six? No way. You’re lying,” he teased dropping her.

Chris shook his head, watching as they fell into playful banter. Mia looked genuinely happy, completely forgetting about everything else. And it made Chris forget about everything to for a while. At least on most Saturdays.

-

Sundays were the worst. For both of them. Sunday nights felt like losing her all over again. Chris never liked to bring up Victoria unless Mia did first. He knew better than to talk shit about her mother in front of her, no matter how much resentment he held. She was too young to understand the full extent of what happened, and he didn’t want her carrying the weight of their broken marriage. But sometimes, she asked questions. And those were the hard moments.

After dinner one Sunday, with Mia’s bags packed and toys arranged, Chris was brushing her hair. She sat on the couch, the bunny clutched to her chest. She had been quiet. They were always strangely quiet on Sunday nights. He didn’t push, but Mia always spoke when she was ready. Mr. Bean played softly on the TV in the background when she finally spoke.

“Do you like Mr. Dlyan?”. He froze, his hands pausing mid-stroke. That was the name of Victoria’s new husband. The one that seemed to have wider pockets according to her. He forced himself to keep his voice light. “Why do you ask, baby?”

Mia shrugged, kicking her feet. “Mommy says he’s nice. And that he takes good care of us.” “He’s mommy’s new husband, but you know that already.” He said carefully. “Do you like him?” she hesitated, her tiny fingers fiddling with the edge of her animal’s ear. “He buys me lots of toys,” she admitted. “And he says I can call him Dad if I want to.” His grip on the brush tightened. He took a slow breath, forcing down the lump in his throat.

“And do you want to?”

She looked up at him then, big, honest eyes searching his face. “No.”

Relief washed over him so quickly it made him feel guilty. He cleared his throat and set the brush down, gently pulling her into his lap. “Mia, listen to me,” he said softly. “You can call him whatever makes you comfortable. But just because mommy married someone else doesn’t make me any less of a father. Especially your father. That will never change. Okay?”

Mia nodded, gripping his shirt. “I don’t want him to be my dad. I already have one.” He smiled pressing a kiss to her head. “That’s right, baby. You do.” She snuggled closer. “But mommy says I should be happy with him. That its better this way.”

Chris shut his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his emotions before they could break through. He hated the idea of Mia feeling pressured, of her thinking she had to accept this new man as a father figure just to keep the peace. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Mia,” he murmured. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel.”

She turned back to the tv. “But I want to be with you.” Chris held her a little tighter, kissing her forehead like he always did when the words I love you weren’t enough.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

The sky was painted in muted hues of blue and orange, the sun seemed reluctant to set as Chris’s car idled in front of his ex-wife’s pristine suburban house. Mia sat in the backseat, silent, her small fingers anxiously twisting the strap of her backpack. Chris stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror, his chest tightening at the sight of her downcast face.

“We’re here, sweetheart,” he said softly, hating the weight of those words. Mia didn’t move. Her lips wobbled, and tears threatened to spill over her long lashes. Chris unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat, reaching for her hand. “Hey,” he whispered, “It’s okay.” “It’s not okay,” she sniffled, her voice breaking. “I hate going back. Mommy doesn’t even talk to me ask, Daddy. She’s always busy with her friends and her phone! Its better being with you daddy! I don’t wanna go back!”

“I know it’s hard,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. “But you’ll be back with me on Friday. We'll do anything you want, yeah? Just you and me.” She tried to smile, but crumbled into tears. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry against his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, baby,” he whispered, his own voice thick. “But I promise- Daddy always comes back for you.” her fingers clutched his jacket like a lifeline. “I love you, Daddy.” She choked out.

“I love you too, Mia. So much.”

That was the loop. The constant loop that went on and on. Chris was so tired of it all.

Till you came in.

Gawddd I swear I didn't want it to be this long...this was prolly just like an intro ig...I don't know 😭

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𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲—𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids drabble

Synopsis: Just thinking about Dad Chan...

Warnings: Mention of a needle. Baby shots, soft Chan, fluff.

Note: I came across so many baby reels on Instagram and so well, I wanted to write something quickly.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

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Just thinking about Dad Chan...

The nursery was looming with the lingering scent of baby lotion and the cute giggles of your 6 month old baby, as you got her dressed for her check up. She was looking up at you with a huge gummy smile, her little hands wiggling in the air. 

"Are you excited to see the doctor?" You cooed and the baby scrunched her little nose, "Oh, you are? Aren't you a brave girl?" 

As you fastened the tiny buttons on her dress, the soft sound of footsteps approached the nursery.

Chan peeked in, hair slightly tousled from the morning rush, eyes immediately finding his little girl. His lips curled into a fond smile as he bent beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple and her chubby cheek.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, running his fingers through her wispy baby hair. “Are you ready?”

Your baby let out a happy squeal, her hands patting Chan’s face with newfound excitement. Chan smiled as he scooped the baby in his arms and walked to the car as you grabbed your bag and the essentials you might need.

At the doctor’s office, your baby sat on Chan’s lap, clapping her hands at the colorful art and posters decorating the walls. Chan was tapping his leg on the floor making her gently bounce up and down, giggling.

When the doctor finally entered, he gave you both a warm smile. “She’s growing beautifully. Everything looks perfect,” he said, flipping through the chart.

Chan sighed in relief—until the doctor added, “Alright, we’ll go ahead with her vaccination today.”

Chan stiffened instantly, arms tightening around your daughter. “H-hold on,” he stammered, his voice nearly cracking. “Does she have to?”

You gave him a deadpan look, but the doctor gave a gentle smile. "Of course but it's just a shot. She’ll be fine, don't worry.”

But Chan wasn’t convinced. As the nurse prepped the syringe, he looked like he was physically restraining himself from grabbing his baby and bolting out of the office.

“She’s so tiny,” he whispered, eyes darting between you and the nurse. “Can’t we—I don’t know—wait until she’s, like, ten?”

Before you could answer, the nurse instructed Chan to hold your daughter still. With heartbreaking trust, she looked up at her father, smiling with pure innocence, completely unaware of what was coming.

Then the shot happened.

The moment the needle pricked her chubby thigh, your baby’s face crumpled, her joyful babbling instantly turning into a loud wail.

Chan’s entire body tensed and his heart visibly shattered. “Oh my God, baby, I’m so sorry,” he blurted, his voice cracking as if he was the one in pain. 

"All done," the nurse announced, placing a cute bandaid on her leg.

He kissed her forehead and cheeks frantically, his eyes welling up. “I’m so sorry, princess. Daddy didn't want this either.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose inhaling deeply. “Chan, breathe.”

But it was useless—he was already lost to his sorrow, whispering apologies into her tiny curls while she sniffled against his chest. The doctor reassured him that she’d be fine in a few minutes, but Chan was having none of it.

While you let your husband walk around the office trying to soothe the baby, you took her report card from the doctor, bidding a warm goodbye to him and the nurse, walking towards Chan who was now outside the room.

Once you were back in the car, your baby had already calmed down, sucking on her fingers while making soft cooing noises as Chan placed her on the car seat.

Chan, on the other hand, was still distraught, climbing into the driver's side and rested his head against the steering wheel. “That was the worst experience of my life.”

You reached over, rubbing his back soothingly. “Honey, she’s literally fine.”

He lifted his head to glare at you, eyes red-rimmed and tears brimming his long lashes. “She cried. Did you not hear that? I’m traumatized.”

Suppressing a laugh, you leaned over, pressing your lips on his softly. “You’re such a good dad,” you murmured against him. “She’s very lucky to have you hubby.”

Chan sighed heavily but melted into your touch, glancing back at the rearview mirror where your daughter was already dozing off.

“Yeah,” he muttered, still pouting. “But she’s never getting another shot again.”

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across the street pt. 4

bang chan x fem!reader, lee minho x fem!reader

synopsis: minho confronts chan after seeing how much his words hurt you. the tension between them escalates as minho stands firm in protecting your choices, asserting that your life and decisions are now in your hands, not chan’s.

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[part 1, part 2, part 3]

"Minho... I need to tell you something."

He felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t bear to hear you say it, couldn’t stand to watch you tear him apart piece by piece, so he forced himself to say it first.

"Just do it," he muttered, his voice colder than he intended. He kept his back turned to you, fists clenched at his sides. "If you’re going to leave me, just get it over with."

Your silence made his chest tighten. Was that confirmation? Was he right? His breath was unsteady, heart hammering painfully against his ribs as he waited for the inevitable words that would break him.

But then, you sobbed.

Minho’s entire body stiffened at the sound, his head snapping toward you. You stood there, hands trembling at your sides, tears streaming down your face. You weren’t saying anything, just crying so hard you could barely breathe.

His heart clenched, confusion flashing across his face. This wasn’t what he expected.

"Y/N?" His voice lost its earlier coldness, now laced with worry. He took a hesitant step toward you, resisting the urge to immediately pull you into his arms. "What—what’s wrong?"

You tried to speak, but your throat was too tight. You shook your head, wiping at your tears furiously, and Minho felt himself panic.

"Please," he breathed, hands gripping his sides as if to keep himself together. "Just tell me."

Finally, you managed to choke out the words. Words that shattered every assumption he had, every fear he had convinced himself was true.

"I’m pregnant."

The room went silent.

Minho stood frozen, staring at you as if you had just spoken in a foreign language. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He felt lightheaded, his thoughts struggling to process what you had just said.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

His breath hitched, his legs feeling weak beneath him. He felt so stupid, so guilty for ever doubting you, for ever believing you would leave him. All this time, while he had been drowning in his own insecurities, you had been carrying this alone.

Without thinking, he closed the distance between you, cupping your tear-streaked face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over your cheeks, wiping away the tears as he forced you to meet his eyes.

"Say it again," he whispered, voice unsteady.

You let out a watery laugh, sniffling as you looked up at him. "I’m pregnant."

Minho exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping against yours as a choked laugh left his lips.

Tears pricked at his own eyes, but he didn’t care. He pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it was as if he was afraid you’d disappear. You clung to him, burying your face into his shoulder as the weight of the moment fully sank in.

"I’m sorry," you whispered. "I should have told you sooner."

Minho shook his head, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your head. "No, I’m sorry," he murmured. "I—I thought you were gonna leave me. I thought I was losing you."

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyes filled with emotion. "I would never leave you, Minho."

His breath hitched, and he knew in that moment that he had never loved anyone the way he loved you. He gently placed a hand over your stomach, his thumb brushing over the fabric of your shirt.

"We’re having a baby," he whispered, the realization finally settling in.

A slow smile spread across your lips as you nodded. "Yeah. We are."

Minho let out a breathless laugh, his heart overflowing with emotions he couldn’t even begin to describe. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then finally your lips, pouring every ounce of love and relief into it.

"You’re stuck with me now," he teased, his voice softer than usual.

You chuckled, resting your hand over his. "I think I’ve always been stuck with you."

And for the first time in weeks, Minho wasn’t afraid anymore.

"Are you sure you’re happy?"

Minho had barely let go of you since you told him, still holding you close as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your hair, your cheeks. But every time you asked, his brows would furrow, his hands tightening around you like he needed you to feel how serious he was.

"Of course I’m happy," he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

You swallowed, looking down at where his hand still rested against your stomach. "Because last time, I had to do it alone. And I was scared. I don’t want to—"

Minho cupped your face again, his gaze searching yours as he whispered, "You’re not alone this time."

His voice was steady, certain. Like there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind.

"I did this with you and Nari the final months," he reminded you, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I’ll do it again. Every second of it. Even when you wake me up at 2 a.m. because you suddenly need a milkshake."

You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers curling into his shirt. "That only happened twice."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Twice in one week."

You pouted, but before you could argue, he kissed your forehead again, his voice dropping to a softer tone.

"I mean it, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere. Not for the mood swings, not for the weird cravings, not for the sleepless nights. I’ll be here, through all of it."

Your chest ached, not with fear this time, but with overwhelming relief. With love.

Minho smiled, pressing his hand more firmly against your stomach. "Besides," he added, tilting his head. "I think Nari's gonna be pretty excited to be a big sister."

And just like that, the last bit of fear eased away.

"Do you want to tell h-" you had barely finished asking Minho if he wanted to tell Nari when a little giggle filled the room.

"Why are you guys hiding from me?"

Nari stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, looking between the two of you with big, curious eyes. Her little nose scrunched up as she stepped closer, climbing onto the bed between you and Minho.

Minho smirked, ruffling her hair. "We weren’t hiding, princess. We were just talking."

She squinted at him suspiciously. "About what?"

You and Minho exchanged a look, a silent question passing between you both. Should we tell her now?

Minho nodded slightly, and you turned back to Nari, taking her little hands in yours.

"Nari," you started gently, smoothing your thumb over her knuckles, "Mommy and Minho have something really special to tell you."

Nari’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, swinging her legs excitedly. "What is it?"

You took a deep breath, feeling Minho’s hand settle on your back in reassurance. "You're going to be a big sister soon."

For a moment, Nari just blinked at you, processing your words. Then, her whole face lit up with excitement.

"A baby?!" she gasped, looking between you and Minho with wide eyes. "Like a real baby?!"

Minho chuckled. "No, a pretend one."

Nari gasped again before realization hit. "Hey!" She playfully hit Minho’s arm, making him laugh as he pulled her into his arms.

"Yes, sweetheart," you giggled, smoothing her hair down. "A real baby. In Mommy’s tummy."

Nari placed her hands on your stomach dramatically, her eyes serious. "Is it in there right now?"

You nodded, watching as she carefully pressed her cheek against your belly, like she was trying to listen.

"I can’t hear them," she whispered.

Minho grinned, resting his chin on her head. "That’s because they’re still too tiny. But soon, they’ll start growing, and one day, you’ll get to meet them."

Nari pulled back, her little hands still on your stomach as she beamed up at you. "I’m gonna be the best big sister ever!"

You felt your heart swell, the sight of Minho and Nari together making every lingering fear melt away.

You smiled softly, running your fingers through her hair. "I know you will, baby."

The next morning over breakfast, Minho was still smiling ear to ear, unable to contain his excitement. Every few minutes, he’d glance over at you, his eyes full of warmth, and ask, “You feeling okay?”

You nodded, though you couldn’t help but yawn as you sipped your tea. “Just extra tired,” you admitted.

Minho reached over, rubbing small circles on your back. “You should nap after breakfast. I’ll keep Nari entertained.”

Nari, who had been munching on her breakfast quietly, suddenly looked up. “What about me?”

Minho grinned, ruffling her hair. “What about you, princess?”

“You didn’t ask if I was feeling okay,” she pouted.

You chuckled, and Minho dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his chest. “Oh no, my mistake! How are you feeling, Miss Nari?”

She giggled, taking another bite of her toast. “I’m good!”

The lighthearted moment was cut short when Minho turned to you again, his voice softer this time. “Are you going to tell Chan? About the baby?”

You froze for a second, staring down at your plate. You knew this conversation would come up sooner or later, but now that it was here, you weren’t sure how to answer.

“And,” Minho continued, his tone careful, “are you going to tell Nari about who Chan really is?”

Nari was still focused on her food, but you felt a knot tighten in your stomach. You had always known you couldn’t keep it from her forever. And now, with another baby on the way, the truth was bound to come out eventually.

You sighed, setting your fork down. “I… I don’t know yet,” you admitted. “I know I need to, but I just don’t know how.”

Minho nodded, not pushing you but still watching you closely. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said gently. “Just know I’m here, no matter what happens.”

You glanced at Nari, who was swinging her legs happily, completely unaware of the weight of the conversation happening around her.

You exhaled. “I’ll figure it out.”

-

You had been hesitant all week about whether to tell Chan about the baby. Was it really necessary? Did he even have to know? You weren’t sure. But when Chan asked to take Nari out for some ice cream, you agreed, deciding to push the thought aside for now.

The three of you sat inside the small ice cream shop, Nari happily swinging her legs as she dug into her strawberry cone. Chan sat across from you both, watching her with a soft smile before looking at you.

“How’ve you been?”

You shrugged, licking your own ice cream. “Same old, same old.”

Chan raised a brow, about to say something else when Nari suddenly gasped dramatically.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you something, Channie!” she said, eyes wide with excitement.

Chan chuckled. “Yeah? What is it, princess?”

“I’m gonna be a big sister!” she announced proudly, grinning up at him. “Mommy has a baby inside her tummy!”

You immediately stiffened, your spoon pausing mid-air. Your heart dropped as you glanced at Chan, whose expression had completely frozen.

He blinked. Once. Twice. “What?”

Nari was too busy taking another bite of her ice cream to notice the way the atmosphere shifted. “Yup! Minho said so! That means I get to help take care of the baby and teach them stuff!”

Chan finally turned to you, his jaw clenched slightly. His eyes flickered to your stomach before settling back on your face. “Is that true?” His voice was quiet, but you could hear the tension behind it.

You exhaled, placing your spoon down. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I’m pregnant.”

He stared at you for a long moment, processing the words. His fingers tightened around his cup. “And you weren’t going to tell me?”

You swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “I didn’t think I needed to.”

Chan scoffed, leaning back. “You didn’t think you needed to?” he repeated, shaking his head. “You’re having another kid, and you didn’t think I should know?”

You bit your lip, stealing a glance at Nari, who was still happily eating, oblivious to the tension thickening around her.

Chan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He was upset, but he couldn’t exactly lash out with Nari sitting right there. So instead, he looked at you with a forced calmness. “We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered.

And somehow, that made you feel even worse.

The rest of the ice cream trip was painfully awkward. Chan tried his best to keep his composure for Nari’s sake, nodding and smiling when she spoke, but you could see the stiffness in his shoulders, the way his fingers tapped impatiently against the table. You knew he was holding back, waiting for the moment he could finally say what was on his mind.

When Nari finished her ice cream, Chan offered to walk you both to your car. The air outside was cooler now, but the tension was suffocating. Nari was skipping happily ahead, completely unaware of how quiet the two of you had become.

As you reached your car, you bent down to buckle Nari into her seat, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before closing the door. When you turned around, Chan was already standing there, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw tight.

“So,” he started, his voice low but controlled. “You really weren’t going to tell me?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Chan—”

“Do you hear yourself?” he cut in, shaking his head. “You didn’t think it was necessary to tell me you were pregnant, but I had to find out from Nari? Again?”

You flinched at his choice of words. “It’s different this time.”

“Is it?” he challenged. “Because it doesn’t feel different. It feels exactly the same.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Chan scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “So what, were you just going to wait until the baby was born? Until Nari slipped up?”

“I don’t know!” you finally snapped, exasperated. “I don’t know, Chan! I was going to tell you eventually, I just—” You ran a hand through your hair, your voice quieter now. “I just didn’t know how.”

Chan let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t know how?” He shook his head, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “You don’t think I deserve to know?”

You sighed, guilt settling heavily in your chest. “It’s not about that. I just…” You hesitated. “I didn’t know if it was really necessary.”

Chan’s expression twisted, hurt flashing in his eyes. “Not necessary?” His voice was quiet now, almost defeated. “I get that you don’t need me anymore, but I thought we were at least trying to be honest with each other.”

That one stung. You bit your lip, looking down.

Chan exhaled sharply, shaking his head again. “Whatever,” he muttered. “It’s not like I have a say in anything anyway.”

You frowned. “Chan—”

“Just go,” he said, stepping back. “Take Nari home.”

Your heart clenched at the sight of him tired, frustrated, hurt. But there was nothing more to say right now. So you nodded silently, slipping into the driver’s seat.

As you drove away, you stole one last glance in the mirror. Chan was still standing there, watching you go, his hands clenched into fists.

Minho could tell the moment you walked through the door that something was wrong. You had that distant look in your eyes, the same one you always had when something weighed heavily on your mind. Nari, still buzzing from her ice cream date, ran off to her room to play, leaving just the two of you standing in the entryway.

Minho didn’t say anything at first. He just reached for your coat, helping you slip out of it, his hands lingering at your shoulders as he studied your face. “What happened?” he finally asked, his voice gentle but firm.

You shook your head, forcing a small smile. “Nothing. It’s fine.”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s a lie.”

You sighed, stepping around him to go further inside, trying to avoid the conversation, but Minho wasn’t going to let it go that easily. He followed you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “Did he say something to you?”

You hesitated, not wanting to bring it up, but the way Minho was watching you made it clear he wasn’t going to drop it. “He wasn’t happy,” you admitted. “That I didn’t tell him myself. That he had to hear it from Nari.”

Minho scoffed, shaking his head. “Of course he wasn’t.”

“He said it felt exactly like last time,” you continued quietly, looking down at the counter. “That I didn’t think it was necessary to tell him.”

Minho tensed at that, his jaw tightening. He took a deep breath before stepping closer to you. “He doesn’t get to make you feel bad about this,” he said, voice low but firm. “He doesn’t have a say in your life anymore. The only thing he has a say in is Nari.”

“I know that,” you murmured.

“Do you?” Minho challenged, his fingers gently lifting your chin so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Because you look like you’re carrying the weight of his feelings on your shoulders when you shouldn’t be.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. “I just don’t want to fight with him.”

Minho’s expression softened slightly. He exhaled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “I know,” he murmured. “But you don’t owe him anything. This baby is ours. He doesn’t get to have an opinion on it.”

You nodded, but the guilt still lingered. You knew Minho was right you knew that logically, Chan had no right to dictate anything about your life now. But it still stung to see the look on Chan’s face when he realized you hadn’t intended to tell him at all.

Minho watched your expression carefully before pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your temple. “You’re not alone in this,” he whispered. “Not like before.”

You closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into his embrace, breathing in his warmth, his reassurance. And for the first time that day, you felt like you could finally breathe again.

The morning had started out like any other. You were in the kitchen, helping Nari with her hair while she finished her breakfast, her little legs swinging under the chair. Minho had just stepped outside to grab the mail, stretching slightly as the cool morning air hit him.

That’s when he saw Chan.

Chan was locking his front door, keys in hand, about to head to his car. Normally, Minho would have let it go, he wasn’t the type to seek out unnecessary conflict, especially with you and Nari inside but after yesterday, after seeing how upset you were when you came home, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

His grip on the mail tightened for a second before he exhaled sharply and made his way toward Chan.

Chan noticed him immediately, pausing just before opening his car door. His brows furrowed slightly, already sensing the tension in Minho’s approach. “What?” he asked, voice laced with impatience.

Minho didn’t waste time. “What did you say to y/n yesterday?”

Chan blinked, caught off guard by the directness, before scoffing. “That’s between me and—”

“No,” Minho cut in, voice low but firm. “It’s not just between you and her anymore. You said something that made her come home looking like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, and I want to know what it was.”

Chan’s jaw clenched, clearly irritated. “I was upset. I found out about the baby from Nari, not from her.”

Minho let out a humorless laugh. “And? That baby isn’t yours. She doesn’t owe you an announcement, Chan.”

Chan’s expression darkened. “That’s not the point. It’s the fact that she didn’t even think to tell me. Like I didn’t even deserve to know.”

“You didn’t deserve to know,” Minho shot back. “Not unless she wanted to tell you. And clearly, she didn’t.”

Chan stepped closer, eyes flashing. “I have a child with her, Minho. I’m not just some ex she can cut out of her life. I will always be around.”

“I know that.” Minho didn’t back down, his voice unwavering. “And I’ve accepted it, no matter how much I hate seeing you around. But there’s a difference between being involved in Nari’s life and acting like you still have a claim over her.”

Chan scoffed, looking away for a moment as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to stay calm. “You don’t get it—”

“No, you don’t get it,” Minho snapped. “I was there. When she had no one. When she was alone and pregnant with your child, struggling every single day, wondering if she made the right choice. I was there when she cried herself to sleep, when she swore she’d never let herself get hurt like that again. And you know what? I was fine taking the backseat when it came to Nari because I respect that she’s yours too. But this baby? This life she’s building without you? That’s mine.”

Chan flinched at that, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at Minho, expression unreadable, his grip tightening around his keys.

The silence between them was thick, heavy with everything left unsaid.

Then, just as Minho was about to turn away, Chan exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You think I don’t regret everything?” he muttered, voice quieter now, almost tired. “You think I don’t look at her and wonder what my life would’ve been like if I had known? If I had been there?”

Minho’s jaw tightened. “Regret doesn’t change the past. And it sure as hell doesn’t give you the right to make her feel guilty now.”

Chan looked away, tension still in his shoulders, but he didn’t argue further.

Minho didn’t wait for a response. He turned and walked back inside, back to where you and Nari were waiting, leaving Chan standing there with nothing but the weight of his own mistakes.

-

When Minho stepped back inside, he took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering frustration from his conversation with Chan. But the second he saw you and Nari, the warmth of home, the contrast between the life he had with you and the past you had with Chan, his anger simmered down.

You were kneeling in front of Nari, adjusting the collar of her uniform while she happily munched on a piece of toast. She looked up at Minho with a bright smile, completely unaware of the tension he had just walked away from.

“You okay?” you asked, your eyes scanning his face, noticing the way his shoulders were still stiff.

Minho hesitated for a second, debating whether to tell you about the confrontation. He didn’t want to upset you, not when you were already dealing with so much. So instead, he sighed and forced a small smile, reaching out to squeeze your hand. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I just really don’t like seeing him in the morning.”

You gave him a knowing look but didn’t push further. Instead, you turned back to Nari, brushing her hair behind her ear before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Alright, baby, time to go. Get your backpack.”

Nari hopped off her chair and ran off to grab her bag, leaving you and Minho alone for a moment. You studied him carefully, the way he was still a little tense, his jaw clenched just slightly.

“Did something happen?” you finally asked, keeping your voice soft.

Minho exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair before looking at you. “I talked to him.”

Your stomach sank. “Minho—”

“I had to,” he cut in gently, his fingers still wrapped around yours. “I know you didn’t want to tell me what happened yesterday because you were afraid I’d be upset, but seeing you come home looking like that? Like he had made you feel guilty over something that’s not his business? I wasn’t gonna just let that slide.”

You swallowed, guilt bubbling in your chest. You didn’t want Minho to get involved, but at the same time, knowing he cared this much, knowing he saw how much it had affected you, made your heart ache in a different way.

“What did he say?” you asked.

Minho scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “He acted like he deserved to know about the baby, like you owed him that. And yeah, I get it..he’s always going to be in Nari’s life. But this? Us? He has no say in that.”

You let out a breath, squeezing his hand. “I know.”

Minho softened at that, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “I just don’t want him making you second-guess everything. You don’t owe him an explanation for moving on, for being happy.”

Before you could say anything else, Nari came running back into the room, backpack bouncing on her shoulders. “I’m ready!” she chirped.

Minho let his hand drop from your cheek and turned to her with a grin. “Alright, let’s get you to school, princess.”

The three of you headed out, and as Minho drove, you found yourself glancing at him more than once, watching the way his fingers tapped against the steering wheel, the way his eyes flickered to the rearview mirror every so often to check on Nari.

You knew Minho had always been protective, but seeing how fiercely he stood by your side, how much he wanted to shield you from anything that made you doubt your happiness, it made you realize, yet again, just how much he loved you.

//

(nini’s notes: loved writing protective min🫠🫠. next part will be the final part!)

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[bbokarimenu]

Heartstrings ❤️‍🩹

pairing: idoldadbangchan! x fem reader!

genre: Angst

warnings: none

an: Love is a journey, not a destination. Thank you for reading! ❤️

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The soft hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand was the only sound breaking the stillness of the room. I sat on the edge of our bed, staring at the digital clock glowing 2:37 AM. My chest tightened as I fought the urge to cry.

Bang Chan wasn’t here again.

It had been weeks since he’d had a proper day off, weeks since we’d spent more than a fleeting moment together as a family. He was always working—writing, producing, rehearsing. And while I knew his role as the leader of Stray Kids demanded so much of him, it felt like his role as a father and partner had taken a backseat.

A soft cry crackled through the baby monitor, jolting me out of my thoughts.

“Shh, I’m coming,” I whispered to no one, pulling myself together and heading into the nursery.

Our daughter, Luna, lay in her crib, her tiny face scrunched up as she whimpered. I reached in, scooping her up gently, and began rocking her in my arms.

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” I cooed. “Mommy’s here.”

Her cries subsided into soft sniffles, and I kissed her forehead, inhaling the faint scent of baby powder.

I felt a pang of sadness as I looked down at her. She deserved more than this. More than just me. She deserved her dad too.

The front door creaked open just after 4 AM. I was sitting on the couch, Luna finally asleep in her bassinet beside me.

Chan stepped inside, his shoulders slumped and his hoodie pulled low over his face. He looked exhausted, but when he saw me sitting there, his eyes widened in surprise.

“(Y/N), you’re still awake?”

I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “How could I sleep when I don’t even know if you’re coming home anymore?”

He winced, shutting the door quietly behind him. “I’m sorry. Practice ran late, and then I had some things to finish in the studio—”

“It’s always practice or the studio or something else,” I interrupted, my voice trembling with frustration. “Do you even realize how long it’s been since you spent time with us? With her?” I motioned toward the bassinet.

His gaze flickered to Luna, and guilt flashed across his face. “I know. I know I’ve been… absent. But you know how important this is. I’m doing this for us. For her future.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Her future? Chan, she doesn’t need all the money or fame in the world. She needs her dad. I need you.”

“I’m trying,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’m doing the best I can.”

“Are you?” I asked, standing up. “Because it feels like your best is reserved for everyone else but us.”

His shoulders sagged, and he ran a hand through his hair. “What do you want me to do, (Y/N)? Quit? Walk away from everything I’ve worked for?”

“I’m not asking you to quit,” I said, my voice softening. “I’m asking you to find a balance. To make time for the family you chose to have.”

He looked at me, and for a moment, I thought he might argue. But then he nodded, his expression weary. “You’re right. I’ve been… I’ve been failing you. Both of you. I’ll try harder, I promise.”

I wanted to believe him. I really did.

Days turned into weeks, and while Chan did make more of an effort to be present, it still felt like his heart was elsewhere. He’d hold Luna and play with her, but his phone was always nearby, his mind half in another world.

One evening, after putting Luna to bed, I found him in the living room with his laptop open. He was reviewing tracks, his headphones on, completely absorbed.

“Chan,” I said, standing in the doorway.

He didn’t respond.

“Chan,” I said again, louder this time.

He finally looked up, pulling his headphones off. “What’s up?”

I stared at him, my chest tightening. “Is this what it’s always going to be like? You here, but not really here?”

He frowned, closing his laptop. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about us,” I said, stepping closer. “I’m talking about how I feel like I’m raising Luna on my own while you chase this dream that seems more important than we are.”

“That’s not fair,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “You knew what you were signing up for when we started this. You knew my career would demand a lot of me.”

“I didn’t know it would mean losing you,” I shot back, tears spilling over.

His face softened, and he stood, reaching for me. “(Y/N), don’t say that. You haven’t lost me.”

“Haven’t I?” I whispered, pulling away. “Because it feels like I’m standing here begging for scraps of your time, your attention. And I shouldn’t have to beg, Chan. We shouldn’t have to beg.”

He looked at me, pain etched across his face, but he didn’t say anything. And in that silence, I felt my heart break a little more.

That night, I packed a bag for Luna and me.

I didn’t want to leave. I loved Chan more than anything, but I couldn’t keep living like this. I couldn’t keep feeling like we were an afterthought in his life.

When he found me in the nursery, his eyes widened in alarm. “What are you doing?”

“I need some space,” I said, my voice trembling. “I need to figure out what’s best for Luna and me.”

“(Y/N), please,” he said, his voice desperate. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave.”

“I don’t want to,” I admitted, tears streaming down my face. “But I can’t keep waiting for you to choose us.”

He reached for me, his hands trembling. “You don’t have to wait. I’ll do better, I swear. Just don’t go.”

I looked at him, my heart breaking at the sight of his tears. “I love you, Chan. But love isn’t enough if we’re the only ones fighting for this.”

With that, I picked up Luna and walked out the door, leaving behind the man I loved and the life we had built together.

The days that followed were some of the hardest of my life. I stayed with my sister, trying to find clarity amidst the chaos of my emotions.

Chan called and texted every day, apologizing, begging for another chance. I wanted to forgive him, to run back into his arms and pretend everything was okay. But I knew we needed more than just promises.

One evening, about two weeks after I left, there was a knock at the door.

I opened it to find Chan standing there, holding a small bouquet of flowers and a stuffed bunny for Luna. He looked exhausted, but there was a determination in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

I nodded, stepping aside to let him in.

He sat down on the couch, his hands trembling as he set the flowers and toy on the table. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he began. “About us. About everything.”

I sat across from him, waiting.

“You were right,” he said, his voice breaking. “I’ve been so focused on my career that I’ve been neglecting the most important people in my life. And I hate myself for it.”

Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t say anything.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he continued. “I don’t want to lose our family. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix this. To be the husband and father you both deserve.”

“Chan,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “I don’t need perfection. I just need you to try. To really try.”

He reached across the table, taking my hands in his. “I will. I swear, (Y/N). You and Luna are my everything. And I’m going to prove it to you every day.”

Looking into his eyes, I saw the sincerity there. The love. The man I had fallen in love with.

Maybe it wouldn’t be easy. Maybe we had a long road ahead of us. But for the first time in weeks, I felt hope.

And that was enough to take the first step toward healing together.

[giddyfatherchris]

📱skz texts — skz dads send you updates on your child

| including. han, felix, seungmin, i.n

type. requested (thank youuu)

warnings. none

a/n. honestly i can’t even decide which of these i like more, i just love to imagine them all as dads also searching up the baby pics gave me crazy baby fever jesus christ🥺 would also like to say i was SO thrilled when i found the pic for hannie!!! it looks so much like him.?? raaaah i love these hope you do too, love u babes mwah

hyung line

han

felix

seungmin

i.n

[linoxpudding]

Baby Daddy Era (Hyung Line)

summary: some cute dad!skz texts

pairing: skz hyung line x reader

genre: fluff

maknae line

masterlist

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bang chan

lee know

seo changbin

hwang hyunjin

[leewritesstuff]

Phone Thief | Dad!Skz x Child Reader

Summary: Their kid messages them from their mother's phone.

Pairs: Chan x Reader, Minho x Reader, Changbin x Reader, Hyunjin x Reader, Han x Reader, Felix x Reader, Seungmin x Reader and Jeongin x Reader (individually)

Type: Fluff

AN: Han's own is short because he was too damn busy laughing at his kid and showing the members the text

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght

CHAN

MINHO

CHANGBIN

HYUNJIN

HAN

FELIX

SEUNGMIN

JEONGIN

[athforskz]

SKZ texts (Maknae line) - Telling them you’re pregnant… again

Masterlist

Warnings: all fluff, barely suggestive in I.N’s

Screenshots: 8

Hyung line here

a/n: All the cute babies are from Pinterest!

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

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Taglist: @doitforbangchan / @jehhskz

[astraysimp]

Future Producer

Future Producer

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ Hello, hello ,hello, my lovelies! I am back with the last edition of my personal dad!skz series, finishing off with a Bahng! ( I DO have another series planned) 

ੈ♡˳Summary: Chan, ever the hardworking man he is, takes baby Bahng to the studio( or his in house studio).....um I think that’s it

ੈ♡˳Warnings: Dad! Cha, fem!reader, fluff fluff FLUFF, tiny baby and appa chan (he is no longer foive),pet names, playful teasing Chan about losing his hair , idk what else ੈ♡˳

✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧              ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧               ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧                            ♡*.✧

You and Chan were adjusting to parenthood well. You loved it, and he did too. A baby Bahng– Haneul Rei Bahng– Chan’s proudest accomplishment. But, he missed the studio, which was why he had a studio built into your shared house.

That’s exactly where he was right now, with a tiny Haneul on his chest. At only 1 month old, she was already in the studio, though she just wanted to be with her appa. It was midafternoon, and you had woken up from a nap. Usually, you were met with Chan singing to Haneul or her crying……but, the house was quiet. Too quiet. Sitting up on your bed, you stretched and kicked your legs over the side of the bed, Chan and Haneul nowhere in sight. “Hm? Where are they?” You asked yourself, throwing one of Chan’s hoodies and slippers into a pair of slippers. You checked her nursery, no one was there. The master bathroom? Think again. So, you  wandered downstairs, singing to yourself. “ Where is my Channieeeeee? And my princesssss?” You hummed.

The kitchen. Empty. The living room? Nope. The laundry room? Still, no luck.

So, you wandered to the basement. Where the main gathering area– for game nights and movie nights to be held with his bandmates– was empty. As was the basement bedroom and half bathroom. Smiling to yourself, you saw the door to his studio closed. Softly knocking, you peeked your head in– wanting to respect his space because his studio was his safe place(other than with you). “Channie? Bubs, you in here?” You asked, as you gently pushed the door open.  He was,but he couldn’t hear you, and he was focused. Fingers clicking away on his soundboard, adjusting, rearranging and editing different sound clips. “Does that sound okay, Haneul?” You heard him whisper. She just gazed up at him, her cheek against his chest with a pacifier in her mouth. He chuckled, “Then again….you don’t know what these sounds are.” He giggled, kissing her forehead, before he adjusted her on his chest. Humming to himself, he went back to his work, writing down notes in the notebook on his desk. “Frick…..that doesn’t sound right,” he mumbled. “What if I……put it…….here.” He tapped his chin, eyes scanning over the screen, as he moved the clip to another spot and listened to the playback. “Aaaaah, yeah. Better better. Okay.” Haneul was growing sleepy, her afternoon nap time approaching. “Ooooh, is Princess Haneul tired,hhm?” He cooed, soothingly patting her back, humming a lullaby at her. “Somewhere over the rainbow.Way up high.There's a land that I heard of.Once in a lullaby,Somewhere over the rainbow.Skies are blue,” Chan sang, running a gentle finger over her cheek, as her eyes fluttered shut.

Deciding to step in, you smiled, walking over and kissing his cheek. “Hi, my love.” You whispered, sitting in your designated chair. Yes, you had a chair because you also spent a lot  of time in the studio with Chan. Slightly jumping, he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Geez scared me, baby. Didn’t see you come in,” He giggled, eyes crinkling up. “Mhm, woke up from a nap to be met with an empty house,” You pouted , leaning your chin on his shoulder. “Sorry, darling. Had a song idea, and needed to get in here.” He chuckled, still patting Haneul’s back. Smiling you nodded, nuzzling into him. “Speaking of naps, is our  baby girl asleep?” You asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head. Looking down to where she lay on his chest, Chan nodded. “Think so, oh she’s so cute.” He cooed, seeing his baby asleep on his chest. 

You, too, have fallen asleep in the studio . Whether it was on his lap, on the small couch or in your chair. You looked at Haneul and smiled. “She reminds me of when you fall asleep in here,” he chuckled. “Your lips all pouty and your cheek squished against the couch or chair or my chest,” he cooed at you, pinching your cheek. “Yah, don’t blame me.It’s so cozy in here, smells like you and is so warm, plus you take so long.” You giggled, sticking your tongue out at him. Shaking his head, he booped your nose. “That’s how I feel about being in your arms, so warm and cozy and you smell so good, darling.” He smiled, pecking your lips before adjusting a now sleeping Haneul. “She’s so precious. Aw, look at her little cheeks,” you cooed, finger softly running over her cheek, her hand gripping Chan’s shirt. “She is, just like her mummy.” Cha smiled at you, saving the file to his computer , and turning to you.

“Do you think she’ll be a producer in the future, darling?”

 Playfully, flicking his forehead you sighed. “No, I will not have my baby doll losing hair at the age of 25,” You pressed him. Pouting, he cuddled Haneul closer to him,”mummy is so mean, mentioning my hair, doll.” He whined, cuddling her to his chest. Giggling, you pinched his cheek. “I still love you, though, even if you are losing hair, Channie.”

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