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hellooo!! you write dad svt so beautifully i absolutely adore it! Please can I request some more dad!mingyu please please it makes me so soft reading how you write him!!!!🥹🥺

Thank you so much for loving my SVT dad series!😭🫶🏽 I hope you like this one!💓

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Her own story

♡ Girl Dad Mingyu

♡ words : 398 words

The sun had barely risen when Kim Mingyu found himself staring at the pink backpack on the couch.

It was covered in sparkles and unicorn prints, something his daughter had picked herself with excitement two weeks ago. But now…...

now it felt like a goodbye.

“Appa!"

He turned around to see his daughter with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail, wearing her blue kindergarten uniform. Smilling and so excited. Unaware that her dad’s heart was breaking just a little.

“Wow I have a big girl now,” he said with a gentle smile, kneeling to his daughter at her level.

“I AM A BIG GIRL NOW APPA!” she said with a smile.

“Are you sure you’re ready, baby?” he asked. “You know you can just stay home for today with Appa and Eomma. Watch cartoons and make pancakes.”

“Appa,” she laughs. “Noooo, I want to go to school!”

He sighed dramatically. “Okay.”

You laughed and said, “Okay now let's go before your appa cry.”

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In the backseat, their daughter is happily singing her favorite song unaware to the emotional storm brewing in her dad's heart.

Mingyu looked at her daughter through the car's rearview mirror.

His first baby. The one who once grabbed his nose and bit his chin and fell asleep on his chest like she owned it.

And now she was leaving him…

For school.

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Mingyu knelt down and fixed her uniform one last time.

“Okay,” he said. “Do you remember our three rules.”

She giggles. “Yes!”

“Okay. 1.) Please be kind. 2.) Listen to your teacher. 3.) if anyone bullies you, Appa will fight them.”

“Appaaa,” she giggled.

You gave him THE look. “Kim Mingyu.”

"Okay fine. No fighting.”

His daughter gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged her mother “Okay! Bye Appa! Bye Eomma!”

And just like that she ran.

Brave. Confident.

And Mingyu stood frozen eyes glassy.

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When they picked her up, their daughter came running with her arms wide open.

“Appa!! Eomma!!"

And just like that all was right again.

“I missed you, appa" she whispered.

He hugged her tight. “I missed you more, baby.”

Then he picked up his daughter in the car, her tiny arms around his neck, and promised to himself he would never forget this day. The day his little girl walked into the world, and bravely began writing her own story.

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Jun SMAU is now posted! sorry for being inactive🥹😭

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Superdad and Uncles

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It’s my first time writing a fic like this 🥹 Let me know what you think! I hope you all love it

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"Just us."

♡ Woozi fic & Jeonghan and Vernon as babysitters🤏🏽

♡ words : 503

♡ warnings : Grief / Loss of a Loved One, Absent Parent, Mild Angst🤏🏽

Let me know if I missed one🥹

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The late afternoon sun cast a soft orange light through the window as Vernon and Jeonghan sat on the floor of Woozi’s living room, surrounded by toys, coloring blocks, and dinosaurs. Between them sat a 9 years old boy, with a head full of dark hair and eyes too serious for someone his age.

“Hey, buddy” Jeonghan said, holding up a book. “Want to read some books with me?”

The boy, Jiho, blinked once then gave a slight nod to Jeonghan and went to his room to get some books to read.

“He talks more with you than with his own father” Vernon muttered under his breath.

“You're right.” Jeonghan sighed.

It had been two weeks since Woozi had asked them to help babysit here and there. The studio had him drowning in work again. Deadlines, recordings, more deadlines, more recordings, and more deadlines.

Ever since his wife had passed, Woozi had buried himself deeper in work, as if music can shield him from grief.

But grief wasn’t something you can avoid, especially not when it lived in the eyes of your own child.

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Woozi finally came home later that night, the house was quiet. In the living room Jiho, curled up on the couch under his favorite blanket.

“You’re late.” Jeonghan said, arms crossed.

Woozi rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. The work was hectic.”

“Not an excuse,” Vernon said “He kept asking if his dad were coming home tonight.”

Woozi froze.

Jeonghan sighed and walked over to woozi, lowering his voice. “Jihoon, we know this is hard. But he’s 9. He lost his mom. And now he barely sees his dad.”

“I’m.....I'm doing my best,” Woozi whispered.

“I'm sorry hyung but, No" Vernon said. “You’re doing what’s safe. What hurts less. But it’s not your best. Not for him.”

Then Jeonghan added, “Remember what she said before? She will hunt you in your sleep if you make your son sad.”

Vernon chuckle, "Right hyung. I wouldn’t risk it. Especially not your ghost wife.”

Woozi cracked a smile the kind that held more pain than amusement.

He walked over to the couch and knelt beside Jiho who was sleeping. He gently brushed his hair from Jiho's forehead.

“Hey buddy” he whispered gently

Jiho stirred, sleepy eyes blinked up at him.

“Dad???”

“Yeah it’s me.” Woozi’s voice shivered. “I’m sorry I was late.”

There was a slight pause. Jiho looked at his father studying him like a stranger.

Then he reached out his small hand and touched his father’s cheek.

“You smell like a studio, dad."

Woozi let out a laugh.

“Do you wanna stay up a little late? and maybe we can eat ice cream and fries? Just us.”

Jiho nodded and mumbled, “Chocolate ice cream and cheese flavored fries?”

“Yes, Chocolate ice cream and cheese flavored fries."

meanwhile

Jeonghan and Vernon watched from the doorway as the father and son went into the kitchen. Vernon folded his arms and nudged Jeonghan’s shoulder.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?”

Jeonghan nodded slowly but surely. “Yup he just needed a reminder.”

“And his wife's threat.”

“100%”

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I'll be posting Jeonghan and Vernon as baby sisters fics after my finals!🎉

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hey! your works are soo awesome!! im in love with them. looking forward to more in the future and as always, stay safe and healthy and happy. also, drink more water!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words that really means a lot to me! I’m so happy you enjoy my works and I can’t wait to share more fics and smaus with all of you soon!

Stay safe, healthy, and hydrated too!🫶🏽💜

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what do you think about seventeen's babysitting series. but it's kind of like, different. what if seungcheol's kid is given to chan because the parents are going on date somewhere for some alone time and chaos ensues. like that, baby exchange scenario type.

some trust the other, for some their partners have to assure them like that.

possible pairings could be,

seungcheol - chan as the babysitter

soonyoung - Jihoon as the babysitter and anything you want. you can do any pairing you want. it can have more than one person too. you get the idea?

I'm not sure if this is what you meant but I hope you like it🫶🏽💓

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SVT as babysitters

♡ Seungcheol x reader

♡ words : 599

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Seungcheol stood at the doorway of his house, suitcase in one hand, and his wife's hand in the other, glancing back for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Beside him, his wife looked equally unsure, her hand lingering on the handle of the luggage even though their twins were already bouncing happily in the living room.

"We could cancel," she whispered. "Just postponed the trip a little. They're only five."

Seungcheol sighed, torn. "I know. But we’ve been planning this anniversary getaway for three months…"

"And you guys left them with the best people you could possibly trust!" Minghao chimed in from the couch, where he was currently being used as a coloring book by Seungcheol's daughter, Jiwoo. “Besides, look at Jiwoo she’s already calling me Uncle Prince hao.”

From the kitchen, Jun called out, “And Uncle Jun makes the best star shaped pancakes. Right, Jiwoo? Right, Jiwon?”

The twins laughed in unison. Chan popped out from behind them wearing a tiara. “And Prince lee chan is ready for his royal duties!”

Seungcheol's wife chuckled despite her nerves, nudging her husband. “I think they’ll be okay… right?”

Seungcheol finally let go of his suitcase and knelt down to meet the twins gazed. “Okay, Daddy and Mommy will be back in a week, alright? Be good to your uncles, okay? No fighting and no biting.”

Jiwon blinked. “Even if uncle Jun steals my pancakes?”

“Yes,” Seungcheol said, very seriously. “Even uncle Jun steals your pancakes.”

As the car drove away, Seungcheol still looked back through the rear window until the house disappeared.

Day 1

By afternoon, the living room looked like there was a storm that had come. Pillows scattered across the floor, stickers on the tables, and Jun was googling “how to clean paint out of curtains.”

“Why does Jiwon run so fast?” Chan huffed, crawling under the couch to retrieve missing slippers.

Minghao, calm and collected, sat on the floor assembling a puzzle with Jiwoo. “Because you fed him sugar before naptime.”

Chan blinked. “Wait, wasn’t that Jun hyung's idea?”

"What?? No!.”

Day 4

They got a routine down. Pancakes in the morning (thanks to Uncle Jun), arts and crafts with Uncle Minghao (now known as “Uncle Haohao the color king”), and a surprisingly quiet storytime with Chan before naps. The twins had a schedule, laughter filled the house, and even the tantrums were easier now.

Minghao smiled one evening as Jiwoo curled up beside him on the couch. “I get why Seungcheol hyung and his wife didn’t want to leave them. They’re exhausting, but you kind of fall in love with them.”

Chan yawned from the recliner, Jiwon fast asleep on his chest. “Same. I might cry after this.”

Jun entered the room with matching dinosaur hoodies for the twins. “I’ve already planned matching outfits for the rest of the week. I’m in deep, guys.”

Day 7

Seungcheol and his wife returned to find a much more chaotic house than they left, but also a warmer one. The twins ran into their arms, chattering a mile a minute about pancake art, and the time Uncle chan almost fell in the bathtub because of a rubber toy.

“Thank you so much guys,” Seungcheol said, sincerely.

“No problem hyung.."

"Call us next time again if you need help"

"Yup we're only one call away."

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Later that night, as the three babysitters sat and drank at Jun's apartment, Chan spoke.

“Should we get twins of our own?”

Minghao laughed. “Let’s start with dating someone first, dude.”

“Yupp,” Jun said. “But dibs on being godfathers if they ever have another.”

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🫡 you're seungcheol fics are top notch and I love them soo much.

can I maybe ask for single girl dad jeonghan? or just not maybe single or maybe just girl dad or boy dad jeonghan whose kid is the major troublemaker of the group's kids.

Thank youuuuu so much for loving the Seungcheol girl dad series!

I had so much fun writing this too akxksjdbs imagine a little or mini version of Jeonghan 😭

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Mini Jeonghan?

♡ Jeonghan x reader

♡ words : 437

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Jeonghan was sitting on the chair of the kitchen, sipping on his coffee with a proud smile while watching his son, lead a full-scale rebellion against nap time.

Soonyoung’s daughter, Minseo, was stacking pillows like bricks under your son’s instructions. Joshua’s son, Hyunwoo, was acting like a guard by the window. And at the center of it all was Yoon Yongjun his son commanding like a general in his mismatched socks, holding a remote control.

“Operation: No Nap.,” Yongjun shouted into the remote control, eyes gleaming.

Seungcheol’s daughter Nari, looked conflicted. “But I like naps…”

“Sleep is for the weaks,” Yongjun declared. “Real heroes stay awake.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as Seungcheol, Soonyoung, and Joshua erupted into laughter from the kitchen. You turned to Jeonghan with a disbelief expression. “He’s really your son.”

Jeonghan looked offended. “ Our son.”

“He just convinced a group of kids to pout so they could eat cookies,” you deadpanned. “That’s classic you move.”

“That’s classic smart,” he corrected smugly, raising his cup. “Strategic. Genius, even.”

“Jeonghan.”

“What? Yongjun is a natural leader.”

“A natural troublemaker, you mean,” you teased, sitting beside him and nudging his shoulder. “Where did he inherit that from, huh?”

Jeonghan gave you a knowing smile, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Definitely you.”

You snorted. “Me? Fyi I was a quiet kid back then ”

“You married me.”

“Touché.”

From the living room, there was a loud crash, followed by Yongjun yelling, “Abort mission! Nari fell on the base!”

Everyone scrambled. Seungcheol sprinted like an Olympian. Mingyu tripped over a toy truck. You stood to go help, but Jeonghan casually patted your arm.

“She’s fine,” he said calmly. “They padded the floor with pillows, remember?”

“Still! You’re too calm about this”

Jeonghan grinned. “I’ve survived you. I can survive our son.”

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Later, after everyone had gone home and the house was finally quiet, you lay in bed beside him, watching Yongjun sleep with a bandaid on his forehead (for dramatic effect, not an actual injury).

“He’s going to give us gray hairs sooner or later,” you whispered.

Jeonghan chuckled, brushing a hand over your hair. “Yeah... but he’s going to make life interesting.”

You gave him a look. “He’s already giving you headaches.”

“And I love every second of it.”

You paused, then smirked. “Still think he didn’t get that troublemaker gene from you?”

He reached over and flicked your forehead gently. “You fell for the troublemaker gene. So technically, it’s your fault.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing into your pillow.

Meanwhile, in his sleep, Yunseo muttered, “Operation: Cookie 2.0…”

Jeonghan groaned, face-palming. “I take it back. We’re doomed.”

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hey!

you ask and you shall receive asks!!! hehe

what do you think about woozi as a single girl dad and the reader as soonyoung's sister. like she never knew he was a dad, let alone single dad because it's been years since she saw him and they are all back together to meet because soonyoung is getting married and all. something like that?

Woozi as a single girl dad and the reader being Soonyoung’s younger sister who hasn’t seen him in years?👀

It's my first time writing this kind of story/fic so any feedback would really help me improve and learn more.🫶🏽 Thank you so much everyone and I hope you reading!💓

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♡ Woozi x reader

♡ words : 452 words

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Soonyoung’s wedding was the first time all thirteen of them were back in one place in years. And for you, it was your first time seeing most of them again since college, when you were known as “Soonyoung’s little sister” who always tagged along with him.

You weren’t expecting much. Just laughter, chaos, and a little nostalgia.

What you didn’t expect was Lee Jihoon walking in with a little girl tucked into his arms.

You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

“Is that Jihoon?”

Soonyoung leaned over and whispered, “Yeah, that’s Jihoon’s daughter. Her name is Jieun.”

You stared. Jihoon? A father?

It wasn’t until later that night, during the dinner, that you found yourself standing next to him again. He looked older not in a bad way. Just softer. He still had his usual quiet aura, but now there was a gentleness about him, especially whenever he looked at his daughter playing and having fun.

“You’re good with her,” you said, breaking the silence.

Jihoon turned to you. “I have to be. She’s all I’ve got.”

Something tugged in your chest.

“I didn’t know,” you said softly.

“Many people don’t. I don’t talk about it much. Her mother left a few years ago. I didn’t think I’d raise her alone, but she’s my whole world now.”

You watched him as he looked at his daughter, his eyes full of love. He wasn’t just Jihoon the genius producer anymore. He was Jihoon, the father. And somehow, that made him even more admirable.

The weekend passed. You found yourself helping him tie tiny shoes, holding his daughter's hand while he fixed her hair, even sitting with them during meals. She clung to you like she’d known you forever.

“She likes you,” Jihoon said one night as you helped put her to bed.

You smiled, brushing Jieun's hair gently as she dozed off. “She’s easy to love.”

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1 year later

The wedding had long passed, but something stayed. Messages turned into late-night calls. Weekend visits turned into sleepovers where Jieun demanded bedtime stories from “Auntie Y/N.”

And one spring evening, Jihoon stood in your kitchen with Jieun perched on his hip.

“She asked me today if you’re going to live with us soon,” he said with a soft laugh.

You paused. “And what did you say?”

“I told her I hope so. Because I want that, too.”

Your heart swelled. You took a step closer, placing your hand on Jieun's back and smiling at him.

“I guess we better start making room for my books then.”

Jieun cheered.

Jihoon leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “Thank you for choosing us.”

You kissed his cheek. “There was never anyone else I’d want to be with.

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🫡 you're seungcheol fics are top notch and I love them soo much.

can I maybe ask for single girl dad jeonghan? or just not maybe single or maybe just girl dad or boy dad jeonghan whose kid is the major troublemaker of the group's kids.

Thank youuuuu so much for loving the Seungcheol girl dad series!

I had so much fun writing this too akxksjdbs imagine a little or mini version of Jeonghan 😭

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Mini Jeonghan?

♡ Jeonghan x reader

♡ words : 437

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Jeonghan was sitting on the chair of the kitchen, sipping on his coffee with a proud smile while watching his son, lead a full-scale rebellion against nap time.

Soonyoung’s daughter, Minseo, was stacking pillows like bricks under your son’s instructions. Joshua’s son, Hyunwoo, was acting like a guard by the window. And at the center of it all was Yoon Yongjun his son commanding like a general in his mismatched socks, holding a remote control.

“Operation: No Nap.,” Yongjun shouted into the remote control, eyes gleaming.

Seungcheol’s daughter Nari, looked conflicted. “But I like naps…”

“Sleep is for the weaks,” Yongjun declared. “Real heroes stay awake.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as Seungcheol, Soonyoung, and Joshua erupted into laughter from the kitchen. You turned to Jeonghan with a disbelief expression. “He’s really your son.”

Jeonghan looked offended. “ Our son.”

“He just convinced a group of kids to pout so they could eat cookies,” you deadpanned. “That’s classic you move.”

“That’s classic smart,” he corrected smugly, raising his cup. “Strategic. Genius, even.”

“Jeonghan.”

“What? Yongjun is a natural leader.”

“A natural troublemaker, you mean,” you teased, sitting beside him and nudging his shoulder. “Where did he inherit that from, huh?”

Jeonghan gave you a knowing smile, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Definitely you.”

You snorted. “Me? Fyi I was a quiet kid back then ”

“You married me.”

“Touché.”

From the living room, there was a loud crash, followed by Yongjun yelling, “Abort mission! Nari fell on the base!”

Everyone scrambled. Seungcheol sprinted like an Olympian. Mingyu tripped over a toy truck. You stood to go help, but Jeonghan casually patted your arm.

“She’s fine,” he said calmly. “They padded the floor with pillows, remember?”

“Still! You’re too calm about this”

Jeonghan grinned. “I’ve survived you. I can survive our son.”

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Later, after everyone had gone home and the house was finally quiet, you lay in bed beside him, watching Yongjun sleep with a bandaid on his forehead (for dramatic effect, not an actual injury).

“He’s going to give us gray hairs sooner or later,” you whispered.

Jeonghan chuckled, brushing a hand over your hair. “Yeah... but he’s going to make life interesting.”

You gave him a look. “He’s already giving you headaches.”

“And I love every second of it.”

You paused, then smirked. “Still think he didn’t get that troublemaker gene from you?”

He reached over and flicked your forehead gently. “You fell for the troublemaker gene. So technically, it’s your fault.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing into your pillow.

Meanwhile, in his sleep, Yunseo muttered, “Operation: Cookie 2.0…”

Jeonghan groaned, face-palming. “I take it back. We’re doomed.”

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I had so much fun writing my first request earlier akzmsjdns please send in more! I'll do my best to make something you all will love!!🫶🏽💓

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Helllllooo I really love your dad seungcheol 3 parts soooo much could you make one bonus when it's yewon sports day and cheol has participate even though he is recovering from a small accident (that what my dad did when he had a bad acl tear he still came and played and we got the gold medal 😭)

Thank you so much for loving the Seungcheol girl dad series💓 and your dad? He's so coooooll😭 that's such a touching memory♡

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For you? Always.

♡ Seungcheol x reader

♡ words : 436 words

♡ part 1 part 2 part 3 last part

The whistle blew sharply across the school field, followed by the excited squeals of kindergartens in matching tshirts and brightly colored bandanas. It was Sports Day at Yewon's kindergarten, and the whole place is full of the kind of chaotic joy.

You sat on the bench, camera in hand, catching every moment, but your eyes kept looking at Seungcheol, who was stretching very carefully, a slight wince betraying the healing sprain on his foot.

"Are you sure about this, Cheol?" you asked, walking over.

He turned toward you with a grin. "Yewon said, and I quote, "I want to win with Daddy,"" he said. “So yeah, I’m 100% sure.”

You sighed, squeezing his arm gently. "You’re still recovering."

"IDomt worry i’ll be fine. I’ll just... not sprint like I’m twenty years old." He chuckled, but the way he clutched his foot made it clear he was already bracing for pain. Still, when Yewon came running over with a bright red ribbon in her hair and a huge smile, all his discomfort seemed to melt away.

"Daddy! Daddy! It’s the parent race!" she announced, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the line.

He looked down at her, heart full. "Let’s win this, champ."

"Fighting Daddy! You can do it!" she cheered, throwing both fists in the air.

As they lined up, you found yourself holding your breath. He wasn’t in perfect form, his jog looked stiff, but the second Yewon reached out to pass the relay baton, Seungcheol run forward like he’d never been hurt.

You almost cried watching him run. A little limpy and slow.

But his smile? That was full speed.

They didn’t win.

They came in third.

But Yewon jumped into his arms like they won a gold medal, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing his cheek.

"You did so well, Daddy! You're the best!" she beamed.

He winced, holding her tightly. "You were amazing. Did you see how fast you were?"

"I ran like a cheetah!"

"You are a cheetah."

You reached them with a bottle of water and a small ice pack. Seungcheol took it with a sheepish grin as you pressed it to his foot.

"You're gonna be sore later," you said as you help him.

"Worth it," he said, without hesitation, kissing your cheek, then Yewon's forehead. "Everything hurts, but my heart’s okay."

"And your ego?"

"Shattered. That one dad from Class B is annoying."

You all laughed, and Yewon wiggled excitedly in his arms.

"Can we do this again next year, Daddy?"

He looked at her like she hung the stars. "Always, baby. For you? Always."

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All the Little Whiles

♡ Seungcheol x reader

♡ word count : 453 words

♡ part 1 part 2 part 3

Seungcheol was standing in the kitchen, staring at the small unicorn cake with a big number 3 candle stuck in the middle. His eyes were swelling. Again.

You walked in holding the star of the day, your daughter Yewon, in her birthday dress and tiny pigtails with bangs. She clapped excitedly at the sight of the unicorn cake, her new favorite word coming from her mouth.

“Daaaaaaad!”

Seungcheol turned around, grinning wide and helplessly emotional. “There’s our birthday girl!” he said, bending down to scoop her up. He kissed her cheek at least more than five times before settling her on her seat.

“She was just learning how to crawl yesterday,” he said, voice already shaky and tears are threatening to fall.

“Cheol, she just ran around the playground this morning,” you reminded him gently, amused.

“Please don’t remind me. I’m not okay.”

You laughed as he tried to wipe the tears begging to fall on his eyes. “How is she already three? I feel like I just held her in that hospital room for the first time. She was so small...”

“She still fits perfectly in your arms,” you smiled at him.

He looked down at her, then at you. “Thank you again… for giving me this gift. Every day with her and you is my favorite day.”

Yewon squealed, clapping her hands and tapping her parents sides. Seungcheol laughed, eyes glistening. “Okay, okay let’s sing before Dad starts crying in the cake.”

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Seungcheol adjusted the tiny backpack on her shoulders for the tenth time. “Is it too big, Yewon? Should I have gotten the smaller size? Maybe she’s too young, Babe? Should we wait another year?”

“She’s four and a half years old, Cheol,” you said, holding back a smile. “She’s ready.”

“But I’m not..." he whispered, crouching down in front of his daughter. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay or play with Mom and dad today?”

Yewon shook her head with confidence, "Nope!" and hugged her stuffed dog tighter.

Seungcheol pouted dramatically. “I raised a heart breaker.”

“Lets go,” you said, taking his hand as the three of you walked toward the school gate.

She waved at the other kids, introduced her stuffed dog to the teacher, and ran off without glancing back.

Seungcheol stared after her like he’d just sent her off to study abroad.

“She didn’t even cry,” he mumbled.

“Isn’t that good?”

“I mean, yeah. But also.......she didn’t even look back at us” he said, wiping his eyes behind his sunglasses. “She used to cry when I got out of her sight.”

“She’s growing up.”

“I hate it.”

You leaned into him and smiled. “You love it.”

He sighed deeply. “Yeah. I really do.”

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I cried a little while writing the last part of girl dad Seungcheol akzjsjdh🤧

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First hello🍼

♡ Seungcheol x reader

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The soft hum of machines and the steady breathing are the only one that can be heard in the quiet hospital room. Morning light filtered through curtains casting a warm glow on everything.

Seungcheol sitting in the hospital room frozen in time.

Not on a stage not under the flashing lights, and not with a mic in hand.

Just him, in his hoodie with tired eyes and a heart that had never felt so full. And in his arms, the tiniest, most perfect baby girl he’d ever seen in his life.

His baby bean.

His daughter.

He looked down at her, still swaddled like a tiny burrito.

"Hello, baby bean," he whispered, voice shaking. "I'm your dad..."

A soft sound left her and Seungcheol gasped like she had already spoken of his fullname. His lip trembled and tears came.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he pressed his forehead gently to his baby's forehead, trying not to cry too loudly and wake the baby and you who's asleep in the bed nearby.

"You’re so small and pretty," he whispered. "Like really really really small and pretty. How did I get so lucky to be your father?"

He looked over at you, curled up under the white sheets, sleeping peacefully. He'd never loved you more than in this moment.

“I’ll protect you and your mom,” he said, as if he's promising it to the universe.

The baby let out a tiny coos, and Seungcheol chuckled lightly, wiping his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. He swayed her gently.

“You don’t know it yet, baby bean but I’m gonna embarrass you so much,” he smiled. “Like so so much. I’m already planning our dad and daughter and family matching outfits, princess tiaras and tea party. You can't stop me.”

He leaned back, eyes starting to swell with tears again as he watched his baby sigh in her sleep.

"And one day, you’re going to run to me yelling "Daaaaad!" and I'm gonna cry again." He chuckled, voice cracking. “I think I’m just gonna cry a lot from now on.”

He reached for his phone and quietly took a photo of her tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger.

He sent it to the group chat.

Then he looked back down and whispered.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me and to your mom. I love you so much baby bean."

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