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Yandere Chaebol Irene x Single dad

Dangerous Choices

Yandere Chaebol Irene X Single Dad Male Reader

The warmth of You-mi’s laughter filled the small apartment as you watched her chase a toy car across the floor. Despite the struggles of being a single dad, moments like these made it all worthwhile. It had been nearly a year since your wife passed away, leaving you to balance grief with the responsibility of raising a bright, energetic four-year-old. The bills were piling up, and your part-time job wasn’t enough anymore. You needed something stable, something that could provide a better future for your daughter.

“Daddy, look!” You-mi beamed, holding up the toy car as though it were a trophy. “It’s so fast!”

You forced a smile. “It sure is, sweetheart. But guess what? Daddy’s got an interview today.”

Her face lit up. “Does that mean we can get ice cream after?”

“If I get the job, we’ll get all the ice cream you want,” you promised, ruffling her hair.

You left the apartment with her laughter echoing in your ears, carrying that small spark of hope with you.

The company building was massive, with glass panels that reflected the morning sun and an air of intimidating sophistication. You adjusted your tie nervously, trying to calm your racing heart. Inside, the receptionist directed you to the top floor for your interview.

When you entered the room, she was there.

Sitting behind an immaculate glass desk was the most striking woman you’d ever seen. Her features were delicate yet sharp, her long black hair cascading like silk. Her tailored suit hugged her figure perfectly, exuding both elegance and authority. Her gaze was cold, analytical, as if she could see through every layer of your soul.

“Take a seat,” she said, her voice smooth but devoid of warmth.

You sat down, feeling like you were being scrutinized under a microscope.

“Your resume is... underwhelming,” she began, her tone curt. “What makes you think you’re qualified for this position?”

You swallowed hard, taken aback by her bluntness. “I may not have the best resume, but I’ve always worked hard and learned quickly. I’m not afraid to face challenges, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to succeed.”

Her lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. “And why do you need this job so badly?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering, your voice softening. “I have a daughter. She’s four. Her name is You-mi. I want to give her the life she deserves.”

For a moment, her icy demeanor faltered. There was a flicker of something in her eyes—curiosity, perhaps? But it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

“And what if I said I’m not interested in hiring someone who needs to be home by 6 PM every day?” she challenged, leaning forward slightly.

“Then I’d say I’ll find a way to make it work,” you replied, meeting her gaze despite the knot in your stomach. “I’m not looking for excuses. I’m looking for an opportunity.”

Her expression softened just enough to make you wonder if you’d imagined it. Then, she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms.

“Impressive answer,” she said, almost begrudgingly. “Most people would crumble under pressure. You didn’t.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Later that evening, as you sat with You-mi over dinner, your phone buzzed. You unlocked it to see an email notification.

“Congratulations,” it read. “You have been selected for the position. Report to the office on Monday.”

Your heart soared.

“Did you get the job, Daddy?” You-mi asked, her eyes wide with hope.

You grinned. “Yes, sweetheart. I got the job.”

She squealed with delight, throwing her tiny arms around you. You hugged her tightly, your heart brimming with gratitude.

Unbeknownst to you, Irene was still sitting in her office, staring at your resume with an unusual intensity.

“Y/n,” she murmured, tracing the letters of your name on the paper with her perfectly manicured nail. A faint smile played on her lips—one that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I’ll make sure you don’t regret working here,” she whispered, her voice laced with an unsettling undertone.

Your first day at the company was a mix of nerves and determination. The office was bright and modern, with a buzz of quiet efficiency. To your surprise, the tasks assigned to you were manageable. You quickly fell into a rhythm, organizing reports, coordinating schedules, and handling the finer details Irene demanded.

By the end of the first week, your manager praised your work ethic, and even Irene, who rarely spoke outside of giving instructions, offered a curt “Good job” during a brief encounter in the hallway. Her words, though simple, carried a weight that left you feeling proud.

Months turned into years, and your role within the company became second nature. Irene was no longer just the intimidating figure behind the glass desk. Over time, she showed glimpses of a softer side—never openly affectionate, but her actions spoke volumes.

She often noticed your exhaustion before you did, offering quiet words of encouragement or granting you time off to care for You-mi. On You-mi’s birthdays, she would send beautifully wrapped gifts: a dollhouse one year, a sketchbook and art supplies another.

“You don’t have to do this,” you told her once, overwhelmed by her generosity.

“I know,” she replied coolly, her eyes betraying a flicker of something deeper. “But I want to.”

You didn’t know what to make of her. The more you got to know her, the more she seemed like an enigma.

One evening, while tucking You-mi into bed, she looked up at you with her big, curious eyes.

“Daddy, are you going to get married again?” she asked innocently.

The question caught you off guard. “Why do you ask that, sweetheart?”

“Well…” she said, twirling a strand of her hair. “Miss Irene is so nice. She always asks about me, and she smiles a lot when she talks to you. Do you like her?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Irene’s my boss. It’s not like that.”

“But you like her,” she teased, giggling as you stammered.

“She’s... kind, and she’s helped us a lot. But that doesn’t mean—”

“You’re blushing!” You-mi interrupted, bursting into laughter.

You sighed, covering your face with your hands. “Go to sleep, troublemaker.”

But as she drifted off, her words lingered. Did you like Irene?

The next morning, you found yourself standing outside Irene’s office with a coffee cup in hand. It had become a routine to bring her coffee whenever you passed the café on your way in. She always accepted it with a polite nod, and today was no different.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the cup.

You were about to leave when she stopped you. “Wait.”

You turned back. “Yes, Miss Irene?”

She gestured to the chair across from her desk. “Sit.”

Her tone left no room for argument, so you complied, feeling slightly uneasy.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began, her gaze locking onto yours. “You’ve been working here for nearly three years now. Your performance has exceeded expectations, and your dedication is admirable.”

“Thank you,” you said, unsure of where this was going.

She leaned forward slightly, her fingers steepled. “But I can’t help but wonder—how do you balance it all? Your work, your daughter... your life outside this office?”

You hesitated. “It’s not easy, but I manage. And a lot of that is thanks to your support.”

Her eyes softened, the coldness melting away just a fraction. “You’re too modest.”

There was a pause, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, she spoke again, her voice quieter this time.

“Y/n... do you ever think about the future? About what you want for yourself and your daughter?”

The question caught you off guard. “Of course I do. I want to give her the best life I can.”

“And what about your happiness?” she pressed.

“I—” You faltered, unsure how to answer. “I guess I haven’t thought much about that.”

Irene’s gaze lingered on you, her expression unreadable. “Perhaps you should.”

Her words stayed with you long after you left her office, planting seeds of confusion and curiosity in your mind.

The soft glow of the apartment greeted you as you opened the door, expecting the usual quiet hum of your small home. Instead, laughter echoed from the living room. You froze in the doorway, astonished at the sight before you: Irene, dressed casually in a cream blouse and jeans, was sitting on the floor with You-mi. They were both laughing as they pieced together a jigsaw puzzle.

“Daddy!” You-mi exclaimed, spotting you first. She bounded over, her eyes sparkling. “Miss Irene is here! She brought me a princess dress and so many toys!”

Your gaze shifted to Irene, who stood up gracefully and smiled at you. “I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to check on You-mi, and she was kind enough to let me in.”

You shook your head, still processing. “No, of course not. I’m just... surprised. I didn’t expect you to come by.”

“I thought I’d bring some food as well,” she said, gesturing to the dining table, now laden with dishes far too elaborate for your modest kitchen. “You’ve been working hard, and I figured you deserved a proper meal.”

You-mi tugged at your hand. “Daddy, you have to try it! Miss Irene made the best roast chicken ever!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of You-mi’s excitement and Irene’s unexpected warmth. “Thank you, Irene. This is... more than I could ever ask for.”

Dinner was unlike any meal you’d had in years. Irene had prepared a roast chicken, golden and crispy, surrounded by an array of side dishes—mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, and even a fresh salad. The three of you sat at the small dining table, sharing stories and laughter as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re really good at cooking,” you said, unable to hide your admiration.

“It’s a hobby,” Irene admitted, a hint of pride in her voice. “I find it relaxing.”

As the evening wore on, Irene and You-mi’s bond only deepened. She listened intently to your daughter’s stories, even indulging her requests for silly games. By the time dinner was over, You-mi was yawning, her energy finally running out.

“Let me,” Irene offered, standing as You-mi clung to her arm.

You watched in amazement as Irene guided your daughter to her room, her gentle demeanor making You-mi feel safe and loved. Irene’s laughter and soothing voice drifted down the hall as she tucked her in, leaving you in a state of disbelief.

When Irene returned, she closed the door softly behind her, a content smile on her face. “She’s a wonderful child. You’ve raised her well.”

You stood, unsure of what to say. “Thank you. She’s everything to me.”

Irene walked over, her heels clicking softly against the floor until she stood in front of you. Slowly, she reached out and took your hand in hers, her touch surprisingly warm.

“You know,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “I’ve always wanted to have a daughter.”

Her words caught you off guard. “You have?”

She nodded, her eyes glistening with vulnerability. “But I can’t. I’m infertile. It’s something I’ve come to accept, but it doesn’t make it any easier.”

Your heart ached for her as you saw the faint crack in her otherwise perfect façade. “I’m so sorry, Irene. That must be so hard.”

She squeezed your hand gently. “It is. But spending time with You-mi... it feels like I’m getting a glimpse of something I thought I’d never have. Thank you for letting me be part of her life, even if just for a moment.”

There was a long pause as the two of you stood there, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Finally, Irene broke the silence.

“Will you come to my place tomorrow? Bring You-mi,” she said softly. “I’d like to share something with you. Maybe... she can even stay the night. I’d love to spend more time with her.”

You hesitated for a moment, but You-mi’s fondness for Irene and the kindness she’d shown made the decision easier. “Okay. We’ll come by tomorrow.”

Irene’s face lit up with a genuine smile. “Thank you, Y/n. Truly.”

As she left your apartment that night, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something in your life was beginning to change. For the first time in years, the future didn’t feel so lonely.

The grandeur of Irene’s penthouse was unlike anything you’d ever seen. The polished marble floors, sparkling chandeliers, and breathtaking views of the city skyline made it feel like stepping into a dream.

“Wow, Daddy! Look at this place!” You-mi exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. She ran from room to room, her laughter echoing through the spacious halls.

You chuckled, watching her excitement, but your attention was soon drawn to Irene, who stood by the doorway, smiling warmly.

“She’s full of energy,” Irene said softly, her eyes following You-mi as the little girl ran toward her.

“Irene!” You-mi called out, launching herself into her arms.

Irene caught her effortlessly, hugging her tightly and stroking her hair with a tenderness that caught you off guard.

“Did you like the place?” Irene asked, her voice gentle.

“It’s amazing!” You-mi replied, giggling as Irene twirled her around.

You stood silently, watching the two of them interact. The sight of Irene’s loving smile and the way she held your daughter made your heart swell.

After showing You-mi to one of the guest rooms, Irene took you on a tour of the penthouse. The place was massive, complete with a private gym, an indoor pool, and even a lush garden on the balcony.

When You-mi saw the pool, her eyes lit up with excitement. “Daddy, can I swim? Please?”

You glanced at Irene, hesitant. “Is it okay?”

“Of course,” Irene said with a nod, her voice as warm as her smile.

Before you could say another word, You-mi had already dashed off to change into the swimsuit Irene had thoughtfully provided. Moments later, she was splashing happily in the pool, her laughter filling the air.

Irene placed a gentle hand on your arm, pulling your attention back to her. “Come with me,” she said, her voice soft but firm.

She led you to a wine cellar tucked away behind a sleek glass door. The room was dimly lit, with rows of fine wines lining the walls. Irene picked a bottle with practiced ease, explaining it was one of her favorites, before guiding you to a cozy seating area.

You sat across from her as she poured two glasses of deep red wine, her movements graceful and deliberate. She handed you a glass, her gaze lingering on yours.

“To new beginnings,” she said, raising her glass.

“To new beginnings,” you echoed, clinking glasses.

As you sipped the wine, Irene leaned back, her expression softening into something almost vulnerable. “Y/n, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”

You froze, the glass halfway to your lips. “What is it?”

She took a deep breath, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. “I’ve thought about this for a long time. About us. About You-mi. The truth is, I want to be a part of your life. Fully.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Irene, I—”

“I want to marry you,” she said, cutting you off, her voice steady but laced with emotion. “I want to be with you and You-mi. To build a family together.”

You stared at her, stunned. The words hit you like a bolt of lightning, and before you realized it, you choked on the wine in your mouth.

Coughing, you grabbed a napkin to clean yourself, but Irene was already by your side, dabbing at your shirt with her own napkin.

“I—I’m sorry,” you stammered, your cheeks burning.

Irene chuckled softly, her eyes glimmering with amusement and affection. “You don’t have to answer right away,” she said, her tone reassuring. “I just needed you to know how I feel.”

She paused, looking into your eyes with an intensity that made your heart race. “You and You-mi have brought something into my life that I didn’t even know I was missing. I love her. I love you. And I want to be with both of you.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. You couldn’t deny the way your heart softened at her confession.

In that moment, You-mi’s laughter from the pool echoed in the background, a reminder of the happiness Irene had already brought into your lives.

Your life at work had been smooth and steady—until Veronica joined the office. Fresh-faced and shy, she seemed out of place among the bustling professionals. Your manager had approached you one morning, handing you a folder with her profile.

“She’s new, and she’s nervous,” he said. “I trust you’ll guide her well.”

You accepted the task willingly, seeing it as an opportunity to help someone the way others had helped you when you first started. Veronica, with her quiet demeanor and hesitant smiles, quickly warmed up to you.

“Thank you for helping me,” she said one evening as you stayed late to explain a project to her.

“Don’t mention it,” you replied. “We’ve all been there.”

What began as professional guidance turned into a budding friendship. Veronica shared bits of her life—how she’d grown up in a small town, how she’d always dreamed of working in the city but found it overwhelming. Over time, she even became fond of You-mi, often stopping by your apartment with small gifts or snacks.

“It’s nice to have people around,” she confessed one evening while helping You-mi color a picture. “I’ve been alone for so long. This feels... comforting.”

But Irene wasn’t pleased.

At first, her discontent was subtle. She would glance at you coldly when she passed by your desk or curtly dismiss you in meetings. You chalked it up to stress—after all, she had a company to run.

Then things escalated.

Your manager was abruptly demoted, a punishment Irene handed down with no explanation. Rumors flew through the office, whispers of how Irene’s wrath was swift and merciless. You began to notice how she scrutinized you more closely, her sharp eyes narrowing whenever you spoke to Veronica.

One morning, as you were preparing a report, Irene stormed into your office, her expression icy.

“Why isn’t this finished?” she snapped, pointing at your desk.

“It’s due tomorrow,” you said, confused.

“Don’t make excuses,” she hissed, her voice low but venomous. “Do you think I’m blind to how you’re spending your time?”

Her words stung, but you bit your tongue. Later, in a meeting, she openly mocked you.

“Not everyone can handle responsibility,” she said, looking directly at you as the room fell silent. “But I suppose that’s expected from someone who can’t even manage his own household properly.”

The humiliation was unbearable.

At home, You-mi noticed your mood.

“Daddy, are you okay?” she asked, hugging your leg.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” you lied, ruffling her hair.

But you weren’t fine. Irene’s sudden cruelty left you bewildered. You couldn’t understand how the warm, caring woman you’d grown close to had become so cold.

One evening, you decided to confront her.

“Irene,” you said, stepping into her office after hours.

She didn’t look up from her laptop. “What do you want?”

“Why are you treating me like this?” you asked, frustration evident in your tone. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Finally, she met your gaze, her eyes icy and unreadable. “You know exactly what you did.”

“No, I don’t,” you said, exasperated. “If this is about Veronica—”

“Don’t say her name!” Irene snapped, slamming her laptop shut. “Do you think I don’t see how close you’ve gotten? How she’s wormed her way into your life, into your home?”

“She’s just a colleague,” you said, trying to stay calm. “She doesn’t mean anything to me like that.”

“Doesn’t she?” Irene said bitterly. “You let her into your life, into our lives. Do you think I’d stand by and let someone take you away from me?”

Her words sent a chill down your spine.

“Irene, you’re overreacting—”

“Am I?” she interrupted, stepping closer. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you? How much I’ve sacrificed to be with you and You-mi? And now you bring her into the picture?”

Her voice cracked, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of vulnerability beneath her anger.

“I just want to protect what’s mine,” she said softly, her eyes glinting with something dark.

The days that followed were a nightmare. Irene’s possessiveness only grew, her obsession suffocating. She controlled every aspect of your work life, assigning you impossible tasks and berating you for minor errors. At home, you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder, fearing what might come next.

And yet, despite everything, part of you still remembered the woman who had brought joy to your life, who had cared for You-mi as if she were her own.

But now, that woman seemed like a distant memory.

The phone call from Veronica came late into the night. Her voice trembled with fear.

"Y/n, something’s wrong. You-mi is missing," she whispered, her panic barely contained.

“What?” you exclaimed, nearly dropping the phone. “What do you mean, missing?”

“I went to check on her after dinner, and she wasn’t in her room. The door was open, and the place—” Veronica paused, choking on her words. “You need to come home. Now.”

You didn’t waste a second. Driving back felt like an eternity, your mind racing with worst-case scenarios. When you finally arrived, the sight of your wrecked apartment made your blood run cold.

Furniture was overturned, shattered glass littered the floor, and You-mi’s toys were scattered everywhere. It was as if a storm had torn through the place. And then you saw it: a piece of paper pinned to the wall, the words scrawled in an elegant yet chilling handwriting.

“You know where to find her. -Irene-”

Your heart sank. You grabbed the note, crumpling it in your fist. There was no time to waste. You knew exactly where she’d taken You-mi.

The elevator ride to Irene’s penthouse felt agonizingly slow. When the doors finally opened, you stepped into the lavish space that once felt inviting but now reeked of menace.

“Irene!” you shouted, your voice echoing through the penthouse. “Where’s You-mi?”

You heard faint whimpers coming from one of the rooms. Following the sound, you found Irene in the lounge, standing over a trembling You-mi who sat curled up on the couch. Irene’s once-beautiful face was twisted with madness, her eyes wild and unrecognizable.

“You’re here,” Irene said, her voice eerily calm. “I was just having a little chat with our daughter.”

“She’s not your daughter,” you snapped, stepping between her and You-mi. “What are you doing, Irene? This isn’t you!”

“She could be,” Irene said, ignoring your plea. She crouched down to You-mi’s level, her tone unnervingly sweet. “Don’t you want me to be your mommy, sweetheart? I can give you everything. A beautiful home, toys, anything you want.”

You-mi shook her head, her small frame trembling. “I want my real mommy,” she said in a tiny voice.

The rejection made Irene’s composure crack. Her smile vanished, replaced by an expression of pure fury. She stood abruptly, glaring at You-mi.

“Do you know what I’ve done for you? For your father?” she spat, her voice rising. “I’ve given everything, and this is how you repay me?”

“Irene, stop!” you shouted, stepping in front of You-mi.

But Irene was beyond reason. She laughed—a hollow, chilling sound—and began pacing the room. “You think you can just replace me with her?” she sneered, her eyes narrowing. “Veronica. She’s the problem, isn’t she?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, your voice laced with desperation.

Irene stopped pacing and fixed her gaze on you, her expression dark. “It’s simple,” she said, her tone deadly calm. “You have a choice to make. Either you save Veronica...”

She pointed to a door at the far end of the room.

“Or you save You-mi.”

Your blood turned to ice. “What have you done?”

Irene smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Veronica’s here, too. I’ve given her... a little head start. She’s in the basement. If you leave now, you might just make it in time. But if you go after her, you leave You-mi alone with me. Forever.”

You-mi clung to your leg, crying. “Daddy, don’t leave me,” she sobbed.

You knelt down, holding her tightly. “I won’t, sweetheart. I promise.”

Irene watched the scene with a twisted sense of satisfaction. “Tick-tock,” she said, tapping an invisible watch on her wrist. “What’s it going to be, Y/n? The woman who’s wormed her way into your life? Or your precious daughter?”

The room felt suffocating, the weight of Irene’s ultimatum crushing your very soul. You looked at You-mi, her tear-streaked face buried in your chest, and then at Irene, whose maniacal grin only deepened the longer you hesitated.

Time was running out, and you knew that no matter what you chose, someone would suffer.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath. And then you made your decision.

“I’ll do it,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Irene’s smile faltered for a moment. “What did you say?”

You stood, gently prying You-mi off you and placing her behind you protectively. Meeting Irene’s eyes, you spoke with a trembling resolve. “I’ll give myself to you, Irene. My body, my blood, my soul—everything. Just let Veronica go and leave You-mi out of this.”

A stunned silence filled the room. Irene’s expression softened, her lips parting in disbelief.

“You mean it?” she whispered, stepping closer, her manic energy shifting into something almost tender. “You’ll be mine? Completely?”

You swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes. But only if you let Veronica go and promise never to hurt You-mi again.”

Irene tilted her head, studying you with a calculating gaze. “You’re serious,” she said, almost to herself. Then, with a sly smile, she nodded. “Fine. You have my word.”

“Irene—”

Before you could say more, she raised a hand, silencing you. “I said I agree. But I want proof.”

“Proof?”

Irene stepped closer, her fingers brushing your cheek. “Kiss me,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding.

Your stomach churned, but you knew there was no other way. Slowly, you leaned in, pressing your lips against hers. The kiss was long and possessive, Irene pouring all her obsession and desire into it. When she finally pulled away, her eyes gleamed with triumph.

“There,” she said softly. “Now I know you’re mine.”

Irene turned to You-mi, who was still trembling behind you. For a moment, you feared she might lash out again, but instead, she crouched to meet You-mi’s gaze.

“You’re safe now, little one,” Irene said, her tone unnervingly gentle. “Daddy and I will take care of everything.”

You-mi clung to your leg, refusing to respond.

“I’ll call my men,” Irene continued, rising to her full height. “Veronica will be released, unharmed. Consider it a show of good faith.”

“Thank you,” you said cautiously, watching her every move.

Irene smirked. “Oh, don’t thank me yet, darling. You belong to me now. You’ll see what that means soon enough.”

That night, Irene’s men escorted you and You-mi home, leaving you in the wreckage of your apartment. True to her word, Veronica called shortly after, her voice filled with relief and confusion.

“They let me go,” she said. “Y/n, what’s going on? Why did they take me?”

“I can’t explain right now,” you said, your voice hollow. “But you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

Veronica hesitated. “Are you safe?”

You glanced at You-mi, who was curled up on the couch, clutching her favorite stuffed animal. “I will be,” you lied.

Hanging up, you sat beside You-mi, stroking her hair as she drifted off to sleep. Your mind raced with what you had done. You had sold your soul to Irene, binding yourself to her darkness to protect the people you loved.

But as much as you hated her, part of you couldn’t deny the strange pull she had over you. Irene wasn’t just a monster—she was a broken woman, consumed by her obsession. And now, you were trapped in her web, with no way out.

As the night stretched on, you stared out the window, wondering what the future would hold.

For better or worse, you belonged to Irene now.

Years passed like fleeting moments, blurring into a haze of quiet chaos and bittersweet milestones. You-mi was now a high school student, blossoming into a bright and ambitious young woman. Seeing her smile and thrive brought you immeasurable joy, even as your life remained entangled in the suffocating grip of Irene’s obsession.

You stood by the front door of your lavish mansion, watching You-mi tie her shoelaces before heading off to school. She had grown so much—her features now a blend of the girl she once was and the confident young woman she was becoming.

“Dad,” she said, looking up at you with a warm smile. “Stop fussing. I’ll be fine.”

“I can’t help it,” you said, chuckling softly. “You’re my little girl.”

“Not so little anymore,” she teased, adjusting her backpack. “By the way, tell Irene I said thanks for the new laptop. I know she means well, even if she’s... intense.”

You nodded, the familiar knot in your chest tightening. “I will. Be safe, okay?”

“Always,” she said, giving you a quick hug before stepping out the door.

You returned to the living room, where Irene sat on the couch, cradling one of the twins. Jessica was dozing peacefully in her arms, while Jennifer played with blocks on the carpet.

Irene glanced up at you, her sharp features softening for a moment. “She’s growing up too fast,” she said, her voice unusually tender.

“She is,” you agreed, sitting beside her. “But she’s happy. That’s all I could ever ask for.”

Irene smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from Jessica’s face. The years had changed her, too. After undergoing a groundbreaking operation to address her infertility, she had given birth to your twin daughters. It was a moment she had dreamed of for years, and while it added another layer to your complex relationship, you couldn’t deny the love you felt for Jennifer and Jessica.

They were innocent in all of this, and you vowed to give them the same happiness and stability you had fought so hard to provide for You-mi.

“Irene,” you said, your tone cautious, “do you ever think about how we got here?”

She looked at you, her expression unreadable. “Every day,” she said simply. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Her honesty, as always, was disarming. Irene’s possessiveness hadn’t diminished over the years, but she had learned to temper it in small ways. She still kept a close eye on you, her jealousy bubbling just beneath the surface, but she no longer lashed out as violently as she once had. Perhaps the birth of your children had softened her—or maybe she had simply realized she didn’t need to fight anymore.

You were hers. You always had been.

As night fell, you stood by the twins’ cribs, watching them sleep. Jennifer clutched a stuffed bear, while Jessica sucked her thumb. They looked so peaceful, so untouched by the darkness that had once engulfed your life.

Irene appeared beside you, slipping her hand into yours. “They’re perfect, aren’t they?” she whispered.

“They are,” you said, squeezing her hand lightly.

For all the pain and turmoil, you couldn’t deny the happiness you felt in moments like this. Your life was far from normal, far from ideal, but it was yours. You had found a way to survive, to adapt, and to find joy in the midst of Irene’s suffocating love.

As you stood there, watching over your daughters, you couldn’t help but think of You-mi’s bright future. No matter what happened, you had given her a chance to thrive—a chance to break free from the shadows of your past.

And that, at least, made all the sacrifices worth it.

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lailalali · 2 months ago

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DAD! Lee Jeno (short smau pt. 2)

notes! Here’s part two! I hope you enjoyed! Let me know any other members you guys would like to see as dads!

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milfgyuu · 1 year ago

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Jeonghan is 1000% a “don’t tell mom” kind of dad in the way that he would absolutely bribe any of his children old enough to spill his secrets into keeping their tiny, precious little lips sealed. Especially when you’ve explicitly told him not to do something and he does it anyway. The tables will however turn because his kids would take after him and bribery turns to blackmail real quick. He never imagined his wickedly cunning six year old threatening to tattle on him unless he buys her ice cream, but alas...here he is waiting for her to eat every last sprinkle.

It nearly pains him to admit how proud he is.

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nctsplug02 · 2 years ago

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[6:12PM]

GENRE: fluff, smut, parents au, pregnancy au.

WARNINGS: the word giggle and laugh are overused in this, milf and dilf to twins (ages; 4), reader is pregnant (5 and a half months long), gentle parenting, kissing, breast play, nipple play, fingering, cum eating, oral sex (F receiving), creampie, breeding, degrading and praising.

AN| i put the actual request in my drafts and i went back to find it and it was buried all the way down under like fifty fucking other drafts. i feel like a damn hoarder, i apologize for not finishing most of them. ALSO, i know this isn’t a mark dad au request but.. just enjoy LOL! <3

the water runs and covers up your soft moans and giggles as mark kneads your breasts. “mark,” you whine with a giggle interrupting. “i really need to make dinner and you’re keeping me from doing so!”

mark nibbles on your neck and you let out a moan as he nibbles on your sweet spot. “marrrkk, please.” you could feel marks smirk as he nibbles on your neck and kneads your breasts.

screams and something being knocked down causes you and mark to pull away.

“i said stop it!” one screams.

“and i said i don’t wanna!” the other screams.

“mommy!” they both scream and you turn around, pulling yourself from mark.

mark sighs and follows you to the living room where your four year old twins are at. “okay, what’s goin’ on?” you walk in the living room with your hands on your hips.

“mommy! minhyun was—!” your youngest says.

“mommy! minjin, he—?!” your oldest shouts over your youngest.

“okay— nuh-uh, we aren’t gonna do this.” you say making a mouth-zipping gesture.

the two grumble and then your oldest shoves your youngest. “wha—? argh!” your youngest shoves your oldest causing him to stumble back and fall on his ass.

“mommy, did you see what he did?!” your oldest whines and points to your youngest who hovers above him.

you gasp when your youngest smacks your oldest. “okay, no— no, that’s enough! mark,” you turn to your husband who watches while laughing. “stop laughing and help me pull these two apart!”

you sighs and attempt to grab your youngest before he can jump on his older brother but your hand slips from his arm and your youngest throws himself onto his eldest. you pull your youngest off your oldest and you sit the screeching boy on the couch.

you go next for your oldest but when you hover above him, he sits up and shoves you.

“ah— minhyun!” you gasp.

“alright, woah, woah. you do not do that, minhyun.” mark marches up to the boy and gentle pushes you to the side. “you do not push or hit your mommy, do you hear me?”

“i’m sorry, daddy.” the boy cries to mark but mark shakes his head. “you need to apologize to your mom, that was very disrespectful of you. i genuinely thought i raised you better than this.”

the sobbing boy turns to you and lifts his arms, you sigh and lift the crying boy up. you balance the boy on your hip and you wipe his tears.

“i—i’m sorry, mommy. i’m really sorry.” the boy hiccups and your heart melts.

“oh, honey.” you kiss his forehead. “it’s okay,” the boy still sniffles and hiccups as more tears fall down his fat cheeks. “now you know to never ever hit mommy, right?”

“mm—mhm,” the boy nods, his body jerking every time he hiccups. you bring your son and you sit him next to his older brother.

you lower yourself onto your ass and you sigh. “now, minjin, can you tell mommy why you’re upset.” your youngest nods, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “i wanted to w—watch paw patrol b—but minhyun said no and then he hit my arm a—and grabbed the control from me.” the boy wipes more tears that spill from his eyes.

you look at your oldest who shrinks with guilt. “and, minhyun, can you tell mommy why you’re upset.” the older one bite his lip and sighs. “i really wanted to watch daniel the tiger but when i told minjin, he said no and grabbed the controller from me!”

“okay, i understand that you both aren’t agreeing on a few things. why don’t we watch a movie that we all like to watch together, yeah?”

the two boys look at each other and nod.

“alright, my loves. can you both apologize to each other and give a hug to one another?” the two nod once again and they slide off the couch, coming together and giving each other a nice hug while apologizing.

“minhyun, what you saw minjin do is something you should never ever do. not to me, not to your dad, not to anyone.” your oldest nods.

“i love you two, very very much.” you say to them and you hug them both very tightly. “my sweet sweet boys.” you whisper, giving them both a kiss on the head.

you pull away and sigh. “now, should we coco, again?” the boys nod and cheer. “alright, looks like we have an agreement! i’ll have daddy put on coco for you two and then we’re gonna go back to making dinner, alright?” the two nod and sit on the couch.

you attempt to stand but the belly weighs you down and does you no justice. “damn it.” you mumble under your breath and then you turn on your side, pushing yourself up from your knees.

“geez, mark.” mark throws his hands up in defense with his mouth open as a shocked expression. “a little help would’ve been appreciated.”

“wha— baby, im sorry.” his voice becomes whiney. “alright, i don’t need another crying child. i’ve dealt with two and i don’t think i wanna make it three.” you go back to washing the veggies that sat in a bowl in the sink.

mark scoffs with a half laugh. “well, a little to late, babe. it’s gonna be three— especially with that baby that i knocked you up with.” mark rubs your belly and you tsk. “oh, shut up!” you shove mark.

“oh, my god.” you put a hand over your mouth. “i know where my sweet angels get their shoving from.. oh, my goodness.” you sigh and rub your temples. “i am a terrible mother.”

mark smacks your ass causing you to whine and jump towards him while holding your freshly smacked ass. “don’t say that ever, again. do you hear me?” you pout and nod. “good,” mark smirks. “i’m sorry.” he giggles and rubs your ass for you.

“gimme a kiss, pretty.” mark says, pouting his lips and wrapping his arm around the back of your head and the other arm around your waist.

you push your lips out and you go to your tip-toes, meeting marks lips and smiling when feeling him smile.

“m’kay, c’mon, let’s make dinner.” mark says patting and squeezing your ass, again.

“…mmhm, baby. and, i just wanna let you know how amazing you handled the situation. i’m so proud of you, mommy.” mark speaks to you softly while fluffing a pillow and stuffing it under your hips.

your mind is too drowsy to understand what he’s even saying, just too busy focusing on your husbands fat cock sliding back into your cunt.

“ahh’mark,” you push your hips back and mark softly giggles at you.

it was currently eleven at night, you and mark had tucked the boys to bed around 9:30 because 8 seemed a bit too early for their energies to run out.

you and mark had a short bubble bath time together but it was ruined by marks dick stabbing your back. mark suffered with blue balls while washing you and himself up before dragging you to the room and pushing you on the bed.

“nuh-uh, pretty. keep your hips down for me, alright?” you nod.

your back arches more when feeling droplets from marks wet hair drip onto your back.

“you’re so good for me, y/n.” mark says, grabbing your hips with one hand and using the other as something to hold himself above you. “so so good.” mark squeezes your hip.

“and, you’re not a bad mommy. i hear you say that again and i’ll edge you until i feel like letting you cum.”

you moan into the pillow tucked under your chin. “m—mark.. i’m gonna cum.” you pant. “already, baby?” mark chuckles and spanks your ass while slowing down his pace. “w—well, you’ve been t—teasing me all night—ngh!”

“mm,” mark bites his lip. “you have a very valid point, baby. but, i’m not sure i wanna let you cum yet.” you scowl, how could he do this? “mark, i’ve pushed two babies out of my vagina, this last one will be my third. if you don’t let me cu—!”

your rant comes to a stop when mark pinches your clit. “mhm, mhm. you were saying, baby?” you shake your head. “y—you’re so mean.” you huff.

“aww, don’t be like that. c’mon, baby, i’ll let’cha cum, go on.” mark says rubbing your clit.

an annoyed whine cranks up your throat and finally your orgasm comes.

“c—cum in me, mark. i wanna f—feel you cum in me.” mark tuts and shakes his head. “aww, baby. i’m not even close to cumming yet.”

you look back at mark with confused eyebrows and pouty lips when mark pulls out. “marrkk, why’d you—?”

mark flips you on your back and smiles widely. “beautiful.” mark bites his lips and reaches forward, his hands instantly grabbing your breasts.

“mark!” you giggle, arms squeezing together, collecting your pooling breasts. “you’re so pretty, you know that, baby?” mark says, tweaking your nipples.

“mark, stop it. just fuck me, please?” mark looks down and smirks. “you’re soaking wet, baby.” mark runs a finger down your slit and clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth and shaking his head.

mark leans forward and takes your left breast into his mouth. “you’re so beautiful.” mark mumbles, swirling his tongue around your harden nipple and moaning softly.

mark pulls away and rubs your nipple. “i wanna fuck your tits, baby.” mark whispers and stares up at you through his lashes. “m—my— you said my titties?” mark nods with a wide smile.

you bite your lip, “well, if you really want to.” you say with a shrug and shy grin. “of course i do, baby. especially with these big’ol milkers.” your eyes almost bulge from their sockets. “milkers?! what?!”

“that’s right, baby. i know they’ll fit perfectly around my dick.” mark cups your breast from underneath and jiggles your breasts with giggles.

“you’re not gonna fuck me anymore?” mark stops with your breasts and thinks. “mm, i got it.” mark climbs off the bed and runs to the closet, he retrieves this nude toned toy and baby oil.

it was a dildo. a vibrating dildo that mark had bought off an ad on pornhub. “remember this old thing?” mark asks you, climbing on the bed and turning on the toy dildo.

“is that—?” you gasp when mark slips the buzzing toy into your cunt. “hold that there for me, baby.”

your legs begin to shake and your moans become shaky.

mark crawls up to your chest and chuckles. “it’s been so long since we’ve done this.” mark says, squeezing some baby oil onto his palms and rubbing his hands together after setting down the bottle.

“say, how long has it been since we last titty-fucked?” mark says, rubbing oil onto your breasts and between the valley of them. “i—i think it was four years ago when i was pregnant with t—geez, i’m cumming!” you let out a shaky gasp.

make giggles and shakes his head. make uses the leftover oil on his hands and holds your breasts together. a whimper slips out of marks throat when he sees how beautiful and glossy your breasts are.

“fuck, i’m so hard.” mark mutters and slips his cock between your breasts. “goodness,” he sighs. “i almost forgot how amazing this felt.”

mark looks behind him and giggles when seeing you desperately attempt to fuck yourself with the vibrating dildo.

“i’m so glad your belly isn’t that big yet otherwise we would’ve had some complications, huh?” mark asks, turning back to you.

you nod and bite your lip while holding back from cumming. “y—ye—yeahhh, that’s gr—great, mark!” you hum violently from the vibration.

mark chuckles at you and shakes his head, continuing to thrust his cock between your breasts.

“amazing, love. you’re doing so well. just sitting here and letting me fuck your tits while you fuck yourself with that plastic dick.” mark scoffs.

“m—mark?” mark hums softly, tilting his head and watching as the tip of his cock disappear and reappear from the top of your breasts. “c—can we c—cum together?”

mark chuckles with a whine. “you’re the cutest, aren’t’cha?” you look up at marks eyes and frown. “please, mark?” you plead.

“alright, alright.” mark laughs, giving in.

a few minutes past and within those few minutes, you’re creaming over the dildo with mark shooting his white ribbons on your face.

mark moans lowly and dips his head back, his hips stuttering as he tries to carry on. “f—fuck, baby. gah!” mark hisses.

mark stands on his knees and smirks when seeing your cum-covered breasts. his cum just dripping from your breasts, down the valley, off your nipples, off your chin and jaw.

mark leans forward and begins licking the cum off your breasts. you moan and grab the back of his head, pulling at his barely short strands.

due to his fresh undercut, it was useless to be pulling on his short hairs.

“mark,” you giggle, lifting your chin when mark moves up to your neck and starts sucking all over. “stop.” you place your hands on marks chest.

“‘m sorry, you just taste so good.” mark gags a bit. “uh, beside that baby oil taste.” he rubs the back of his nape.

you laugh and rub his cheek, “markie,” mark hums and nods his head into your palm. “i want you to fuck me, again. please.” mark smiles widely and nods. “anything for you, baby.”

mark finds himself below you with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on your hips. marks hips driving into yours while the two of you moan and hiss at the pleasuring sensation.

“you’re such a dirty slut. begging to be fucked in many positions in one night. i love it.” mark says through his gritted teeth.

“markie, i want you to cum in me.” you moan out and you reach forward, grabbing mark by the neck and bringing him down so his stomach his with your bump.

“and, i want you to cum in me, now.” you whispers in his ear.

mark whimpers and humps into you. his hips thrusting desperately forward as he whimpers wildly into your ear.

“‘m gonna put a baby in your belly.” mark groans, grabbing one of your thighs and holding it up against his ribs.

you giggle at him. “markie, i already have a baby in my belly.”

mark groans and shakes his head, suddenly releasing into you without warning. it should’ve been clear when his thrusts started to get sloppy, again.

mark breathes heavily into your neck and pulls away from you. he pulls out and groans, watching as your cunt drips with his cum.

mark looks up at you through his lashes and brings two of his fingers to your pussy, teasing your slit and then slipping them in without a problem.

“m—mark,” you gasp, closing your legs on marks hands. “c’mon, baby. keep’em open for me.” he says softly as he works your gummy walls with his fingers.

mark pulls his fingers away from your cunt and lays flat on his belly. “‘m gonna eat your pretty pussy, alright?” you nod, biting your thumb nail.

mark dives into your cunt and groans, tasting the mixture of your cum and his together. “so sweet.” mark quickly says and dives back in.

“mark.. i’m sensitive.” you whine and gasp while pulling on his long locks. “god, ‘m gonna cum, again.” you cry out and squeeze your thighs around his head.

mark pulls and grips on your thighs while sucking and lapping up your juice. his tongue slurping past your folds.

you go through one last orgasm and finally, mark falls next to you.

he’s all worn out just like you. the two of you breathing heavily. both sweating and sticky.

you whine as mark brings you into his arms. “you’re sweaty.. and sticky.. get away from me.” you heave and mark lets out a laugh. “just wanna cuddle with you, baby.”

you and mark fall in another bit of silence, leading the two of you to sleep.

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rosie-rosem · 5 months ago

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i love your writings! Can you write about heeseung (or anyone from hyung line) taking care of his pregnant wife <3

my pretty girl

❥ pairing: husband!dad!heeseung x pregnant!wife!mom!reader

❥ genre: smau!, married!au, parents!au, comfort, silly & fluff

❥ warnings: mentions of petnames (love, mama, babe & baby), feeling ugly, crying, grammatical errors, not proofread, lowercase, lmk if i missed something!!

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A/N: hey hey, tysm i really appreciate the kind words, ty anon! so i know this might not be what you were expecting bc it’s very short and in text messages, but i just wanted to pull something together quickly. if you aren’t satisfied with this let me know by sending the same request for a different one (or same one) and i will for sure write it out for you if that’s what you’d be happy with, just let me know and you can stay anonymous just let me know that it was you who requested this! tysm, again, sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you wanted but feel free to request again. anyway i loved the request, ty! <33

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magoapple · 7 months ago

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Telling the kids they're going to be a big sibling

Pairing: hyung line x reader / maknae line

Genre: marriage au

Warnings: some suggestive but mostly heart clenching fluff

Summary: You two decide to tell your older kid(s) that they're going to be a big brother/sister.

BANGCHAN:

You found out you were pregnant again almost three months ago. Chan came up with the good idea of waiting until things were in the safe zone to tell your son Jesse, he was going to be a big brother. While Jesse was in school, you and Chan decided to go shopping and get a few things. Once you made your way back home, you got everything set up. “Channie, do you think he'll be happy? Like actually thrilled?”

Chan came to your side and wrapped his arms around your waist. “He's going to love it. I grew up with a younger brother and sister, and it was wonderful! I'm positive that Jesse will be thrilled.” You smiled and finished up what you were doing and set it aside until your son came home. Now you just had to occupy your thoughts and calm down.

When Chan went to get Jesse, you set up the house. You finished putting up the last decoration as they walked through the door. “W-wait, close your eyes!” Both boys quickly covered their eyes, making you laugh. “Okay now you can open them.” Chan opened his before Jesse and stood by your side. On the count of three, the both of you popped confetti cannons. “Surprise!”

“Woah what's all this for, it's not my birthday and I didn't pass a test, so I'm confused.” Chan ruffled his kids' hair and handed him a card. “It's something different but good, you see your mom is pregnant, which means you're going to be a big brother.” Once the words big brother left his mouth, Jesse's eyes shot towards you. “Is it true! Wait, really!” He ran, hugged you both while jumping up and down. “Oh I wished this would happen, and it did, I have to tell Minji!” The boy ran off in fits of giggles, leaving just Chan by your side. “I told you he'd be thrilled.”

LEE KNOW:

Ever since Minji heard that Jesse was going to be a big brother, she's been bugging you and Lee know about a sibling. That was well over a month ago, and you're here now staring at a positive pregnancy test. Lee know was off to pick up your daughter, and you didn't know how to react. Of course, it's been talked about, but you couldn't just flat out say it. This needed to be special for the both of them.

You grabbed your purse and headed to the store as fast as you could. You grabbed a card and a baby onesie hoping you'd make it before them, but that wasn't the case. Lee know had his phone and was about to call you as you walked through the door. “Mommy!” Minji ran and hugged you, grabbing at the bag you had. “Oh this uh Min wait-” Lee know grabbed the bag and looked inside confused.

“Well I have you both here so, well, I found out today you're going to be a big sister, Minji!” The little girl squealed and hugged you tightly and her father. “This is the best. I can't wait to tell everyone at school tomorrow!" Lee know pulled you into his arms and kissed you. “We're pregnant again? This is the best day”

CHANGBIN:

Getting pregnant the first time was very hard for Changbin and you. You had complications during the birth and were honestly a bit frightened to go through it all again. Changbin understood your fears and you both were content with your twins. However, similar to any kid they would ask about siblings, and you didn't know how to break it to them, neither did your husband.

You spent countless nights awake thinking of what to do, and it finally hit you.

It was around 1am and you shook Changbin awake. “Mmm baby what is everything okay?” You laughed a bit and moved his bangs from his eyes. “Yes, just, you know how Cho and Areum have been wanting a little sister.” Changbin sat up, nodding at your words. “Well we can get them a puppy, it's not like a sibling but in a way it is, and you used to want a dog so bad when we first got together.” You really hoped he liked the idea.

He did, and you found yourself adopting a little chocolate lab. The twins were over the moon and named him Max. As luck would have it, the following year you got pregnant and weren't as scared any more you were actually quite excited. When it came time to tell the girls, you and Changbin went all out and had a party and gave both girls baby dolls. It took some understanding, but once you told them you were having their baby sister they couldn't be happier and Max was delighted as well.

HYUNJIN:

It's been 5 months since you had your son Jin young when you found out you were pregnant again. Of course, you weren't surprised, as you and Hyunjin were inseparable. It was still shocking. You put Jin young down for a nap and thought of cute ways to break the news to your husband. You were positive he'd be thrilled, but had slight doubts.

You phoned Lee know's wife and talked to her about it. She congratulated you and talked about how she told Lee know and Minji. She gave you cute tips, and you were off to the store with your son. You didn't want to be cheesy or cliché but Hyunjin loved all that, so you went to the bakery and had a little cake be made. You got a few things for supper and headed back home, where Hyunjin was waiting for you.

“Ah ha there's my beautiful wife and handsome little boy” he took Jin young and kissed all over his face. You always knew he'd be a great dad. “Well I actually have a surprise, and we get to have dessert before dinner.” You took out the cake and told him to cover his eyes which he did but confusingly.

“Baby what is… You're pregnant?” The cake was his favorite flavor and written on it was 'Dad of 2' his face lit up and looked at Jin young. “You hear that little man you're going to be a big brother” The scene that played you wanted it to last forever.

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4linos · 9 days ago

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first steps, second chances

bang chan x fem!reader

synopsis/request: chan grapples with guilt after missing his son’s first steps, but a beautiful, unspoken connection during the following morning's moment makes him realize that the love between them is always present, no matter the timing.

wc: 2044

(a/n: i definitely see chan as a girl dad but i don’t know why i felt like writing him as a boy dad for this🤧.)

The day felt impossibly long. With back-to-back rehearsals, hectic tour preparations, and late-night meetings, Chan had little time to think, let alone rest. But no matter how busy his schedule got, he told himself and you that he'd be there when his baby boy took his first steps. It was a milestone that no parent, especially him, wanted to miss. He wanted to see it with his own eyes, to save the memory forever, not through a screen.

But life, as it often did, had other plans.

You sat on the couch, a few feet from your son, who was happily playing with his blocks. The little noises of his little fingers moving the pieces were reassuring, a gentle reminder of how important these early memories were. You watched his gaze shift, lingering on you as if he was considering what he should do next. He wobbled slightly, then attempted to push himself up, his small hands grabbing the carpet for support.

You knew. You felt it in your chest. This was it.

Your heart raced as you grabbed your phone and called Chan's number, pleading he'd respond in time. But there was nothing. His phone kept ringing, and you watched as steadied himself, balancing on his little feet for a moment before taking a tentative step toward you.

You didn’t even think twice.

You tapped the screen, recording the moment with shaky hands as your son took another wobbly step, then another. He was doing it. He was walking, and you were cheering him on, your voice trembling with pride and awe.

"Look, baby, you're doing it! You're walking!" you whispered, half-laughing, half-crying, capturing the magic of it.

You ended the video quickly, wanting to keep the moment just for you, even though part of you wished more than anything that Chan had been there. But he’d catch up, you told yourself. You’d share it with him when he called back.

It wasn’t long before your phone buzzed again. You saw his name flash across the screen, and you answered, smiling through the bittersweet weight in your chest.

“Babe, where were you? He just..he just took his first steps,” you said, trying to hide the sting of disappointment.

You could hear the panic in his voice, the way it broke with guilt. “No, no, no, I missed it? I-I wasn’t there?”

The weight of his words struck you hard. Chan was heartbroken, and you could hear his disappointment over the phone. "I'm really sorry, Y/N. I promised I'd be there. I should have been there."

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply to steady yourself. You didn't want him to feel this way, especially given how important the day had been for both of you.

"You didn't miss it, Chan. You didn't miss him. He will do it again. You'll see him walk in person soon. I know you will. And he knows you're there." But the sadness in his voice did not change. "I wanted to be there." "I should have been there, Y/N."

When Chan arrived home that evening, you could sense the weight of the day pushing down on him. His shoulders fell as he stepped in, and he didn't look like himself. He kissed you softly on the cheek, but not with the usual warmth. He was still disappointed, and his guilt was eating away at him.

You didn't say anything immediately away. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him, bringing him closer as you sat down on the couch. He nestled into you, the comfort of your presence the only thing that kept him grounded in that moment. His hand brushed through your hair, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He seemed tired and distant.

“I hate that I wasn’t there,” he muttered after a while, his voice low and strained.

You ran your fingers along his jaw, tracing the lines of his face. “I know, Chan. I know. But it’s okay. He’s okay. We’re okay.”

“But I promised.” His voice cracked slightly. “I said I’d be there when he took his first steps. I wanted to see it, Y/N. I wanted to be there with you.”

“I know. And I want you to know that he’s still going to keep walking, and you’re going to be there for all the other milestones. Every one of them. You’re going to be there for his first word, his first soccer game, his first date or whatever it is. He’s not going to remember that you weren’t here today. He’ll remember how you were there every other day.”

Chan's breath hitched, his chest tightening. “But it feels like I missed something so important.”

“You didn’t. You didn’t miss anything. He knows his dad loves him. We both know how much you care. This one moment this tiny moment it doesn’t define everything else you do.”

He sat there for a moment, processing your words, but you could tell it didn’t make him feel any less upset.

“Look, I have something for you,” you said softly, reaching for your phone and pulling up the video you’d taken earlier. “I recorded it, so you could see it. He took his first steps, just like we thought he would.”

Chan’s face softened, though there was still that pained edge to it. He took the phone from your hands, and his gaze immediately softened as the video began to play. His eyes traced the small figure of your son, wobbling but determined, taking his first steps toward you, and then the laughter, the cheers from both of you as you praised him.

"You're walking! You're walking!" you could hear yourself saying, the happiness in your voice almost breaking through the tension.

A silent tear rolled down Chan's cheek as he watched. "I can’t believe I missed it... But I'm so proud of him. So proud of both of you."

You gently cupped his cheek and wiped away the tear. "And he's really proud of you. He will always know how much you love him and how badly you wanted to be here." He leaned toward your touch, letting out a tiny sigh. "I just wanted to see it with my own eyes." To hold onto it." "I know," you said quietly, kissing his forehead. "You will. We'll have more moments like this. Together."

He nodded, his breath steadying as he drew closer and buried his face in your neck. You embraced him tighter, understanding that the weight of missing moments was heavy at times, but that true love would always be there to compensate.

The next morning began peacefully, with soft light flowing through the curtains as the world outside came to life. The air in the room felt lighter now, as if the night had allowed both of you to let go of some of the weight that Chan had carried the night before. He had fallen asleep beside you, holding you close as if to ground himself after the emotional intensity of the previous day. You could sense he was still upset, but his embrace was a little more relaxed and at ease.

As usual, your son was up and about, full of energy and wonder in his eyes. He'd been exploring slowly, creeping about the room and occasionally pausing to glance up at the two of you, as if seeking approval for each move. He was now on the floor, surrounded by his blocks, his little fingers enthusiastically placing them one on top of the other. Today, he moved more deliberately and with confidence, as if he had a purpose in mind.

You looked at Chan, who was still sitting on the floor in his pajamas, attempting to get ready for the day ahead, his mind already worried about rehearsals and work. He had said that he would need to leave very soon, but for the time being, he was focused on being present, sitting cross-legged across from your son.

You observed as your son glanced up at Chan, his gaze fixed on the form of his dad as if he knew exactly where he wanted to go. The small legs tightened and wobbled, and then, without hesitation, he pushed himself up again, balancing on his feet for a brief moment. You held your breath when he took his first step. But this time, it wasn't for you. This time it was toward Chan.

"Chan, look," you said quietly, pointing to your son, but he had already noticed. His eyes widened in awe, and he let out a gentle sigh as he watched their baby take a few shaky steps towards him. Your son was staggering slightly, his arms swinging in quest of balance, but his drive was unmistakable. He took another step, then another, and his face lit up as he got closer to his dad. He then reached Chan.

There was a beat of silence, a frozen moment in time, before your boy collapsed into his dad's lap with a giggle, his small hands gripping the fabric of Chan's pants as if he knew precisely who he had approached.

Chan's heart flooded with emotion as he held up his baby, holding him high and gently twirling him around. His eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement as he laughed, his voice trembling slightly under the weight of his tremendous pride. "You did it! You walked to Daddy!" Chan muttered with wonder, his voice full of emotion.

The tiredness of the previous day seemed to fade as he held his son close, inhaling the scent of his baby's hair and feeling the warmth of his little body on his chest. It was a moment that moved beyond the tension, guilt, and frustration. This. it was everything.

You sat back on the couch, your heart filled with love for both of them. There was nothing better than seeing your two favorite people in the world experiencing an absolutely perfect moment. The disappointment of missing his first steps was no longer relevant. This was their moment, and it meant everything.

Chan stared at you, a warm smile creeping across his lips. His eyes gleamed with astonishment and relief. "I can't believe he walked to me," he said quietly, as if still absorbing it.

You nodded, a smile forming on your own lips. "He knew who he wanted to go to," you teased lightly, but it was apparent that the burden of the day before had been shifted away from him. His bond with his son was stronger than anything else, and it had always been apparent.

Chan leaned down and kissed his son's forehead before returning your eyes, his expression softening. “Thank you. Thanks for being so understanding last night.” You shrugged lightly and gave him an understanding grin. "We both know how much you love him. He has been waiting to walk toward you, haven't you, little one?" You cooed at your son, who gurgled happily while still cuddled in his father's arms.

Chan smiled, brushing his fingers gently over your son’s cheek, his heart filled with gratitude. "I’m glad I’m here. I won’t miss another moment, I swear." You chuckled, your voice light. "I know, Chan. But you don’t need to worry so much. Every moment we share is important. He knows you love him, and you’re going to be there for all the other milestones. Just like you promised."

As Chan looked at you, a peaceful smile stretched across his face. “Yeah, I’m learning that,” he admitted, his voice warm and filled with a quiet contentment. “I guess sometimes I just need a reminder.”

With a final kiss on your son's head, he pulled him closer, clutching the small body against his chest as if to protect and adore him in just a moment. The steps may have been small, but their significance was huge. Chan recognized that, while he might not always be present for every tiny moment, the quality of the ones they shared was what counted most.

You reached for Chan's hand and softly squeezed it as you leaned into him. You could tell that the weight of the day before had finally been removed. For the time being, all that mattered was the present moment: a father and son, their bond becoming stronger with each single step.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 5 months ago

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The Return of Superman- Mark

(cw: f!reader called “mama”, a child duh)

Mark had spent a good few decades with a lot of his life documented on cameras. There were music videos, behind the scenes vlogs, cameras, talk shows, selfies, you name it- he did it. There was however, one area of his life that wasn't show or documented for the public. That was you, your marriage, and his son.

There had of course been the announcement on SM's end about Mark being in a relationship, then there was SM the announcement five years later about the two of you being married paired with a post from Mark with a wedding picture of the two of you where your face wasn't seen, and then the last announcement 3 years ago announcing the birth of his son.

Mark completely understood and agreed with your apprehension to show aspects of your life to the public, especially regarding your son. There was the occasional post with you and you can recall the uproar it caused across social media when Mark finally posted your full face on his public account. It was complete madness. People had managed to track down your place of work and even found other pictures of you from your friend's account. You had reason to be apprehensive regarding the privacy of you family.

However, as your son got older, you and Mark got more comfortable sharing more and more about your life, still being mindful of your privacy. So when Mark's managers called and mentioned his own episode on The Return of Superman, you had both discussed it and cautiously agreed with a few conditions. Conditions that were met with no argument since Mark was such a big celebrity to lock in.

Mark was sitting in the confessional, the familiar black curtain behind him as he introduced himself to the camera, "uh yeah, hi. My name is Mark Lee, I've been a member of NCT since 2016. My wife and I have been married for almost 9 years and our son is 3 years old."

He pauses as he listens to a producer as a question. He chuckles and shakes his head, "My son and I spend a lot of time together, but loves his mom. I try to take him out for some father and son bonding, but he cries for mom after an hour, when he play together he always involves her. It's great, I obviously love her too, but I think these few days the two of us will be kind of rough."

The scene cuts to the cameras panning over the space of yours and Mark's home as the commentators laugh and predict what they think will happen.

Mark is shown sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly before putting on his glasses and heading for his son's room. You had left the night before for a much needed girl's weekend with friends. You waited until your son was gone, peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses as he slept in his toddler bed before sneaking out of the room and bidding Mark goodbye with his own barrage of kisses and watery eyes. You knew Mark would be fine alone. He was a good dad and his confidence had skyrocketed once his son had grown out of the shaky steps phase.

"Wow, that is such a cool boy room!" One of the commentators marveled as the camera in Mark's son’s room showed the room covered in Spider-man. He had Spider-man sheets, blankets, wall stickers, toys, books- everything.

Mark smiled softly at the sight of his son sprawled across his little bed, still deeply asleep. Mark made his way to the kitchen and began making breakfast. He turned on the rice maker and began cracking eggs into the pan, watching tiredly as they turned from translucent to white.

One commentator cleared her throat, "this is interesting. Isn't it well-known that Mark can't cook eggs? I wonder if he's gotten better or his son likes them?"

The scene shows Mark and his son sitting at the dining table, his son blinking slowly and using both his hands to keep his head up. Mark laughs softly, scooping up a spoonful of rice and fried egg to feed his son. Usually, he'd be able to feed himself but this morning he's just too sleepy and Mark admittedly likes babying him. He is still a baby.

His son tiredly chews, his eyebrows furrowing and his face falling into one of confusion. He opens his eyes fully as he leans away from the next spoonful of food heading for him. "What's that?" his little voice asks as his finger points at the egg.

"It's eggs and rice, bub. Say ah," Mark instructs.

"Mama made it?" his son asks while turning his cheek away from the spoon.

"No, I made it," Mark replies, deciding to instead take the bite of food for himself.

His son scrunches his face up and takes the fried egg from his bowl and places it into Mark's, "yucky, Appa. No thank you!"

Mark tilts his head back with a roll of his eyes as the commentators laugh and compliment his son's good manners despite him calling the egg 'yucky.'

The scene cuts to Mark and his son standing in the entryway of your home, putting on their shoes. As Mark opens the door, his son freezes, "is Mama sick?"

Mark is hesitant to respond, "no, Mama isn't here. Remember it's going to be just me and you until tomorrow night?"

He can hear the familiar catch of his son's breath as he nervously looks up at Mark, "she's ok? She's coming tomorrow?"

Mark feels his heart melt, and the commentators all aww and coo over how cute the 3 year old is. Mark crouches down in front of him, picking him up and hosting him onto his hip, "of course she's coming back. Come on, we're going to go ride bikes at the park and get dinner with uncles later. Does that sound fun?"

His son sniffles and nods, "and ice cream?"

Mark laughs, "yes, and ice cream."

The camera crew follows Mark and his son around the park, watching as Mark teaches the boy to pedal and steer the bike. He eventually gets the hang of it and begins riding around on his own with a big smile. His little laughs and giggles fill the air as he zooms in every direction much faster than Mark or any of the cameramen expected, especially the cameraman tasked with following the boy around with his heavy camera.

It's all going well, no tears, no complaints, not even a mention of you, until the tricycle comes to an abrupt stop and turns when it gets too close to the edge of the grass. Mark sprints over the second he sees the tricycle teeter over and makes it to his son before the tears start.

He keeps calm as he looks his son over for any wounds, finding none and immediately being filled with relief. His son must have just gotten scared from the fall. Nonetheless Mark holds him close and rocks him as he cries into Mark's t-shirt.

"I want Mama," his son cries.

"I know buddy, I'm sorry. Does it hurt anywhere?"

His son continues to cry and shakes his head, his sobs turning into sniffles as he calms down. Mark pushes the hair away from his son's forehead and presses a long kiss to the sweaty skin, "you are being so brave, bub. I know it was scary, huh? I am so proud of you."

"And Mama too?" his son asks with watery eyes.

"Yes, and Mama too. You can tell her all about it when she comes home tomorrow. You can tell her that you heal fast like Spider-man."

His son perks up and his eyes brighten, "like Spider-man?"

Mark nods and stands, with his son in one arm and the tricycle in the other, "Oh yeah, big guy. Just like Spider-man, whenever he gets scared he keeps going, right?"

This sets his son off on his little tangent about Spider-man fighting the Green Goblin, then Doc Oc, and how he uses his webs and how the bad guy loses and Spider-man always wins.

The scene cuts to Mark in the confessional, "I really have enjoyed my time on the show, but I may be worse than my son. If you have me back, can she stay too? Please."

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 1 year ago

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SUMMARY: In which you teach your daughter a very important life lesson.

PAIRINGS: Husband Jungkook x wife reader

WORDCOUNT: 640

WARNINGS : Fluff fluff !!

A/N: A very small Drabble while you wait for other Fics in my Wip…… and @jungk97kwife to help me with this Drabble ❤️….. I hope you all will like this one 🩷 . Inspired from this .

Exhaling a sigh, you see a very giggly Na-Eun in front of you sitting in her pink teddy bear-shaped cushion chair with a small Sanrio plushy in her hand and some heart-shaped marshmallows, it's been a while since you have taught your girl a very needed life lesson, but your baby seems in a very naughty mood.

Trying again you deepen your voice and speak “If a strange man says, Na-Eun lets go eat cookies, what will you say?” Hoping her to say “no” a loud cheer of "I like it" resounds the Hall. “No baby, you have to say no!”You tell her again and she beeps out a loud “No”.

Giving her a kiss on her cheek of praise continuing you then ask her to return to the deep voice… “If he says, let's go eat ice cream, what will you say?”wanting her to say no she wiggles on her seat which makes you a giggling mess at her antics she says “Good”

Face-palming you tell your baby to say no and a cute NO resounds again, hopping she will get the next one correct you go ahead with the next question “What if a stranger asks, let's go swimming?”eager to hear her a loud “No” is heard.

High-fiving her you move on for the last round before you both practice, taking out your phone, you get her ready and start asking her the same questions again and she answers them correctly until when you tell her you are going to send it to her dad, messing on the last one you don't stop recording and think you will just type out her being camera shy at the end.

“Good! Tell him, go away”Again teaching her something new she follows perfectly behind you and tells her to make a “whuh,whuh”action which she ends up raising her hands and making a “shoo away” motion.

Jungkook on the other hand amid an important meeting, felt his phone vibrate. He glanced at the screen, and upon seeing your name, he excused himself. He held onto the message just to reply with a ‘👍’, hoping you’ll understand that he wasn’t able to check it out As soon as he was done with his meeting which stressed him out enough, he opened the video and the sight of his daughter on the screen immediately softened his expression. 'Maybe it was a great idea to leave the message for later’ he thinks in between himself as he admires the video, his heart-melting the second he senses her giggles.

He couldn’t help but feel full of pride, his little girl was growing up, learning important lessons, and handling them with such grace and confidence.

Of course, he was in awe of your patience too, something he was missing sometimes such as earlier during his meeting, and he felt a wave of appreciation for having such a wonderful companion in raising their child.

He quickly typed a response back, his fingers barely able to keep up with the rush of his thoughts. KOOK❤️: Cute, so proud of her . KOOK❤️: Doing an amazing job love ❤️ KOOK❤️: Don't teach her everything without me though.

He couldn’t help it, he shook his head in disapproval at himself, at the way he was feeling sarcastically jealous at the thought of you taking over the teaching. KOOK❤️: Can't wait to get home to you. And with that he’s back to his work, motivated again just because he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and come back to his family; cause every decision he made, every effort he put into his exhausting work was for his family only. And knowing he’s got an amazing companion at home who’s making sure his princess is growing up healthy, made him realize that all his hard work was worth it.

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jonghoex · 11 days ago

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WDYM IM A DAD NOW? — lhc smau.

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pt2change · 10 months ago

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airplane mode on — kim taehyung

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pairing: single dad! taehyung x reader

genre: taehyung is a girl dad :), just the typical “we’re on a flight and the attendants think we’re a couple” au

word count: 1,882

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it’s early morning when you first spot the blonde haired man while you’re waiting for your boarding group to be called. in fact, it’s wayyy too early, because this man is nodding off in his sleep.

he sits with one hand on his suitcase and the other loosely wrapped around his light brown backpack.

the little girl next to him, however, is completely awake. she’s running circles around the aisles of chairs in the boarding area. the little girl only stops when she has to maneuver her way through the other suitcases and the legs of the other awaiting passengers.

and with every step she makes, she mutters a soft “excuse me.” after the little girl makes her 5th lap around the waiting area, she stops to where the man is sitting, giving her attention to the planes rolling by.

she stands close to the window with wide eyes, she pushes her face and hands against the glass. and every time she moved her hands, it would leave behind a stain on the glass.

suddenly, the blonde haired man jerks his head up and looks around frantically. “nari!” he says, before sitting up when he realizes he lost sight of her, “nari!” he says once again, only louder.

you decide to lean forward slightly and wave your hand in front of you to hopefully get his attention. it ends up working, and his eyes meet yours, that’s when you point to the window behind him.

he turns back and sighs in relief, he rubs his eyes multiple times. “shit!” you hear him whisper, before he leans back and runs his hand through his hair.

he suddenly leans forward, and nods his head and smiles at you as a way of saying thank you.

you smile back, before turning your attention to your phone.

“come here, sweetie” you hear the man tell, who you can now assume, is his daughter. the little girl makes her way over to him, scrambling to sit on his lap.

“daddy, do you see the plane?” she says excitedly, pointing at the plane. “yeah, i see them.” he says turning his head back.

the little girl uses her two hands to bring her dad’s face back to face her own and squishes his cheeks together, “i want to get on the plane!”

“in a little bit.” he replies before reaching into the brown backpack, pulling out a sandwich bag filled with goldfish, “do you want a snack? or something to drink?”

“no! let’s go on the plane!” the little girl exclaims loudly, and the man nods his head, “i know you do. we will get on soon.”

you can’t help but smile to yourself, listening to their interaction. minutes go by, and you look up from your phone, only to see the dad dozing off again while the little girl squirms in his lap.

at this point, you feel bad for the blonde haired man. it’s obvious that he’s exhausted and needs to rest. it crosses your mind to go up to him and tell him that you’ll keep an eye on his daughter while you wait to board the plane.

before you could think on it, the flight attendants announce that the plan has now started boarding.

the little girl shrieks in excitement and begins to jump up and down while her dad swings the backpack over his shoulder, and grabs the suitcase and his daughter’s small hand.

“nari, calm down.” he says in a calm voice, “hey,” he says again as she stops jumping, “i want you to behave on the plane, okay?”

she nods in response, and he leans down to give her a kiss on her head. you watch as they make their way to get in line.

they announce family boarding first, and you watch as the father-daughter duo make their way over to get their tickets scanned. you can’t help but smile thinking about how cute and happy they are.

you wait for the boarding line to go down, before grabbing your own belongings and head over to board the plane.

your plane seat had been in the back, it was a middle seat between two elderly women. it also happened to be the seat behind the father and daughter you saw interacting earlier.

you stick your backpack underneath your seat and take your airpods out and put them on in hopes that it helps you stay calm.

you zone out during the safety talk and begin to doze off. however, it doesn’t last long because the engines roaring and the vibrations from take off keep you wide awake.

you take a deep sigh, and reach towards the small screen in front of you in hopes to find a decent movie or tv show. as your touching the screen, you notice a brown eye looking at you from between the seats in front of you.

you’re not entirely sure how nari got out from her seat where she was buckled, but there she was.

you take out one of your airpods, expecting to hear her dad tell her something but it seems like he’s asleep.

so you smile and wave at the little girl in front of you. you watch as the little girl’s smile gets bigger, then you notice she climbs onto the armrest and half her body is now over the top of the seat.

she sticks out her tiny hand, and you bring your hand up to hers, and her tiny hand wraps around your index finger. you shake your hand up and down, which causes her to giggle. you do it a few more times, and for some reason it excites her.

so much so, that she begins to climb over her dad, and looks like she wants to attempt to jump over the seats.

“no, be careful” you say to her, reaching out to nudge her back down.

just as you do, her dad wakes up and brings nari back to her seat. he turns around and faces you.

he look is so intense, and it turns your thoughts into stutters, “s-sorry, she was just trying to climb over” you tell him.

he nods in response and looks over to his daughter, “were you bothering her? hmm?”

it takes you a second to realize he’s talking to nari and not to you. nari looks at you and then back at her dad before shaking her head profusely.

“no? are you sure?” her dad asks her once more, but you lean forward “she really wasn’t.”

the dad faces you again and nods, giving you a smile before turning his attention back to his daughter.

you lean back and put one of your airpods away before opening your phone to switch to a different playlist.

out of the corner of your eye, you see the guy leaning down rummaging through the same brown bag you had seen earlier.

he’s mumbling to nari about something, but she’s gone back to looking at you through between the seats, and you smile back at her as you relax back into your seat.

“here you go, sweetie” the man says before handing her 2 relatively small bear plushies.

your attention is back onto your phone until you suddenly see a purple bear plushie squeeze between the two seats, and you giggle, “oh? is this for me?” leaning forward you grab the plushie from nari.

“oh my god nari” her dad says, and you see the side of his face, and you would think that he’s blushing from embarrassment.

you see nari’s head nod up and down, “thank you” you say as you smile towards her.

“can i get you guys anything?” you jump slightly, as the flight attendants gestures toward the cart she’s been pushing down the aisle.

“oh, i’ll take a water please” you say as she hands you the water. “and for your little girl? we have apple and orange j-”

“oh we’re not together-“ you say at the same time with nari’s dad, cutting off the flight attendant. “oh! oh my god, i’m so sorry.” the flight attendant responds, looking flustered, “i saw you guys playing together, and just assumed.”

you both laugh awkwardly, “don’t worry, it’s fine” you say, as you can feel your cheeks heating up.

now you’re the one blushing, and it feels embarrassing. and you’re stuck holding a plushie that at some point was definitely touched my toddler spit. so that’s nice.

nari’s dad clears his throat, “i’ll take an apple juice” the flight attendant nods and hands the apple juice before moving to the next row of people.

you fidget with the small plushie as you listen to how he explains to her to hold it correctly so it doesn’t spill all over her clothes.

“uh,” you start awkwardly, “do you want this back or?” you lean forward once again and wedge the bear in between their two seats. you aren’t sure if either one is listening because nari is drinking her apple juice and her dad is watching her.

after a few seconds, her dad speaks, “what do you think nari? is it a gift for her or do you want the bear back?” and you can hear a smile in his voice.

“gifts?!” nari exclaims excitedly, her dad lets out a quiet “oh no” and brings his hand to his face.

so it seems like nari zoned out and all she gathered from her father was the word ‘gifts.’

you chuckle, “yeah i wouldn’t bring up anything like that unless her birthday or christmas is coming up. i learned the hard way with my niece and nephew.”

her dad turns to face you, grabbing the plushie out from your grasp, and hands it back to nari. “yeah, well. it’s better than having to hear about-“ he pauses, gathering his thoughts, “the one in october where you get c-a-n-d-y. she wouldn’t stop asking about it everyday for weeks.”

you laugh softly, “my nephew was spider-man last year, and oh my god! he asked to put the outfit on everyday. it went through so many washer loads and-”

“sorry,” the woman next to nari and her dad cuts in, removing her headphones, “do you guys want to sit together or something? because i‘d be more than glad to switch seats. no one wants to split up a family, especially when they’re traveling.”

you blink profusely at the woman, before looking over at nari’s dad, who’s having the same reaction you are. “yes, please” he says.

i mean, it’s probably easier to switch than having to explain your situation again.

the woman stands up with her tote bag from her seat, and you swiftly move over to the row in front of you, taking the aisle seat. as you settle in, your arm is brushed against the arm of nari’s dad.

he leans over to you, and you can feel his breath against your neck, and you can definitely feel your cheeks heating up, “i’m taehyung, okay? you know, in case they ask for our marriage license.”

you laugh and feel your heart rate rising instantly with how close he is, “i’m y/n.” and taehyung smiles in response.

“y/n!” nari exclaims, and she starts shaking the teddy bear plushies in her hands.

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