#i am gonna wake up tomorrow and the fridge will be just pizza dough

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

If someone could tell my pizza dough that it can stop growing that would be great.

[onewfantaesy]

I’ve always really liked your writing and I am always looking forward to reading everything you write. I love love love daycare au! The fluffiness of this au makes me want to cry I love it so much. Could you write some Minho and Taemin moments please? Thank you for all of your writings!

aww thank you so much this really made my day!!

“So, he usually naps from about one-thirty until three, and he likes to have a snack after nap time, and he goes to bed between seven-thirty and eight, but make sure he takes a bath by seven-fifteen. And I usually read him a book before bed and-”

“You already wrote down his whole schedule,” Minho said, smiling. “And I know his schedule. He’ll be fine, don’t worry. It’s just one day.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow at ten,” Key said. “Just - if anything happens, you can call Boa.”

Taemin was still latched to Key’s legs, because whenever he knew Key was going to leave, he clung to his dad’s pants. Taemin was whining and clutching Key’s pants and chewing on his binky. Key sighed, but he bent over and picked Taemin up and smiled at him.

“Daddy’s gotta go, baby,” Key said. Taemin whined louder and shoved himself closer to Key’s chest, pressing his face into Key’s neck. “But Minho is gonna take good care of you, and you’re gonna have lots of fun.”

It took a lot of coaxing and promises of chocolate milk, but Minho eventually held Taemin at his hip and the two of them waved goodbye to Key as he drove away. Taemin had tears in his eyes that had yet to fall, and he was taking in quick, shaking breaths, but Minho only held him tighter and brought him into the kitchen. 

Key had brought over all of Taemin’s favorite sippy cups and toys, and so Minho piled blankets on the living room floor so he and Taemin could play out there. There was a toy tool box with all its contents scattered around the blanket, but after hammering on Minho’s leg for a few minutes, Taemin tossed the plastic tools aside and pushed a plastic cup to Minho.

“Are we gonna play tea party?” Minho asked, pulling forward the plastic tea pot.

“Tea party,” Taemin repeated. “With cookies.”

Taemin dug through his bag of toys and pulled out all the fake food he loved playing with so much. He plopped toy-cookies down in Minho’s lap, and he took his binky out of his mouth to pretend-eat his cookies. When Minho didn’t immediately start pretend-eating his own cookies, Taemin got up and stood next to him to shove one of the toy-cookies to Minho’s lips.

“Mmm,” Minho hummed. “Yummy.”

Taemin smiled, and the two of them continued to play in the living room until Taemin started yawning. When Minho held Taemin and said it was nap time, Taemin narrowed his eyes.

“No,” Taemin said. “Play time.”

“Do you wanna read a story?” Minho asked.

“Yes.”

The two of them ended up on the couch, Taemin snuggled against Minho’s chest. Minho was reading one of Taemin’s favorite books, and Taemin held his binky in his mouth with one hand and used the other to run his fingers over the pictures in the book. His eyes started blinking slowly, and before they were even halfway through the book, Taemin’s head was rested against Minho’s chest. Soft little breaths were leaving his mouth, his eyes were closed, and his binky was close to falling from his lips.

Minho smiled at him, and he put Taemin down on the couch and covered him with one of the blankets Key sent him with. He even piled pillows on the end of the couch and on the floor, just in case.

After an hour and a half, Taemin pushed himself up and looked around the room. His hair was standing up in every which direction, his cheek had lines from the where the pillow was scrunched up, and he had drool running down his chin.

“Daddy,” Taemin whined, rubbing at his eyes. 

“Hey sleepy head,” Minho said, sitting on the couch and pulled Taemin onto his lap. “You’re at Minho’s house, remember?”

“Want Daddy,” Taemin whined, pressing his face into Minho’s chest.

“I know,” Minho cooed, rubbing Taemin’s back and looking around the couch for the binky that fell out of his mouth. When he found it, he pulled Taemin’s face out and held it in front of him.

Taemin took it, but he didn’t look any happier. He stayed snuggled against Minho’s chest, still trying to wake up. Minho had brought out crackers and juice, and they both had a little snack while they read another book together. This one was a book on animals, and Minho used some of Taemin’s toys to play along with the story. Taemin started smiling when Minho made animal noises with him, but he still missed Key.

When dinnertime rolled around, Minho bounced Taemin at his hip.

“Does Taeminnie wanna make pizza for dinner?” Minho asked.

Taemin smiled and nodded, and after a few minutes, Taemin was sitting on one of the counters while Minho rolled out pizza dough. Taemin ended up patting the dough, and Minho was encouraging him and helping him the entire time they made their little pizzas together. 

“You can put anything you want on it,” Minho said. “I got little pepperonis, and ham, and chicken, and anything you want.”

“Cheese,” Taemin said. He put both hands into the bag of cheese Minho had and spilled as much as he could onto his little pizza. 

Minho laughed, and he did stop Taemin from putting too much, but he made sure to send Key lots of pictures of the cheese mountain that Taemin wanted to put into the oven. He also made sure to get pictures of Taemin with tomato sauce smeared on his cheeks and his little hands shoving cheese into his mouth.

“No more cheese,” Minho said, and he lifted Taemin off the counter to put him down at the table. “You won’t want your pizza if you eat too much cheese first.”

“M’thirsty,” Taemin whined, licking at cheese stuffed under his fingernails.

Minho wondered where Taemin’s favorite binky had disappeared to, but he figured that could be a problem for after dinner. He got a new sippy cup and went over to the fridge to see what he had for Taemin to drink.

“Do you want milk or water or apple juice?” Minho asked.

“Juice!”

Soon enough, Taemin was leaning against the back of his chair with his legs crossed and his sippy cup stuffed in his mouth. 

During dinner, Minho made sure to get pictures of Taemin with pizza sauce all over his face and a long, gooey line of cheese spread from the end of his pizza to his lips, a huge smile on his face and his little teeth showing as he chewed.

When bedtime rolled around, Taemin didn’t want to sleep by himself. Minho tried reading his favorite book to him, tried giving him warm milk, and tried rubbing his back until he fell asleep, but Taemin didn’t want to sleep in the spare room Minho had.

“No,” Taemin whined when Minho tried to get up from the bed. “Stay with me.”

“Why don’t you wanna go to sleep?” Minho asked. “You’re sleepy, and it’s bedtime.”

“I’m scared,” Taemin cried, clutching his monkey. “Wanna sleep in your bed.”

Minho smiled, and he let Taemin crawl into his lap. Taemin huddled himself against Minho’s chest, and Minho ended up pulling both Taemin and Taemin’s favorite blanket up to carry him into the other bedroom. It was a bit early for Minho to be going to bed, but he figured he’d at least stay with Taemin until he fell asleep.

“And tomorrow, Daddy’s gonna come back and all three of us are gonna go to Taeminnie’s favorite park,” Minho whispered, pushing his fingers through Taemin’s hair.

“The blue park,” Taemin mumbled, his eyes closed.

“The blue park,” Minho confirmed.

Taemin was asleep after a few more minutes, and Minho stayed a little bit longer until he got up to go make sure all the lights were off and all the windows were closed.

When he came back to bed, he smiled at the way Taemin was drooling on his monkey and letting out soft little breaths. Minho got into bed, fixed the blanket that Taemin had kicked off in his sleep, and piled pillows on the other end of the bed so Taemin wouldn’t roll off.

Minho woke up the next morning to Taemin crawling on his chest, a sleepy smile on his little face. 

“Dada,” Taemin said sweetly, pressing his cheek to Minho’s chest. “S’morning.”

Minho’s chest swelled at the words Taemin said. He’d never called him “Dada” before, and it made Minho laugh and hug Taemin tight. Taemin giggled and clutched his fingers in Minho’s shirt.

They had a lazy morning, the two of them just snuggling in bed with the TV on in the background until Taemin’s tummy rumbled and Key called to say he was on his way back home.