come build our home, my love (parents!au #25)
Title: strictly business
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 1257w
Warnings: this was an ask.fm drabble
Prompt: is it possible to make kaisoo pair up for a business? like kyungsoo have to design something and jongin is the accountant for that client or smth and kyungsoo was shocked when he first saw his husband and they get to spend alittle more time tgt
Jongin’s fingers tap methodically against his keyboard, the white background of his laptop screen reflected in the soft brown of his eyes. He’d been allowed to bring home what was left of the day’s work with him, and even though he would’ve rather just stayed at the office and killed the lot off all at once, he knew it wasn’t going to be fair on his husband.
Kyungsoo sits right across from him, his own gaze fixated on his laptop, and there’s more clicking and dragging coming from his end then there is from Jongin’s. His brow is furrowed and he has one foot resting on top of Jongin’s, and the look of concentration he has on makes the younger press his lips together. I’m supposed to handle a new client, Jongin remembers his husband saying. I can’t take care of both the girls myself, babe.
And so here he is, sitting at the small dining table in his and Kyungsoo’s apartment, a formidably thick file lying open next to his laptop, struggling to evaluate project decisions. Strings of numbers and probabilities stare him down, but the feeling of getting things done spurs him on. It’s all going rather well until a shrill cry breaks through the silence, and Jongin and Kyungsoo’s eyes meet almost immediately.
‘New client,’ says Kyungsoo, voice slightly metallic, eyes narrowed.
‘Extremely thick file,’ challenges Jongin, words dragging a little slower than his husband’s.
‘Potential promotion,’ Kyungsoo shoots back.
‘Potential loss of job,’ Jongin retorts.
‘Changed her last,’
‘Not the same baby,’
‘All poop smells the same, thank you,’
‘Not scientifically correct,’
‘Not obliged to be scientifically correct.’
They could go on like this for hours, Jongin knows, and he doesn’t much like the thought of his poor baby daughter, lying in a mess of her own poop, waiting for one of her fathers to finally stop arguing and go and change her.
So he decides it’s time to pull out the big guns.
He leans forward, takes Kyungsoo’s hand in his own, meets his husband’s somewhat hostile gaze with one that’s full of shining confidence.
‘Was the one who proposed.’
Kyungsoo’s eyes narrow further.
Jongin smirks.
He’s won, and he knows it.
Kyungsoo untangles his fingers from his husband’s, gets up, and turns on his heel, stomps off to his daughters’ room. Jongin refocuses his attention on the tasks he has to finish up, and laughs a little to himself when he hears Kyungsoo call Was the one who said yes! over his shoulder, effectively waking their other child, effectively triggering another slew of screeches.
Jongin smiles to himself, and turns a page. He opens a new document on his laptop, types in a proper heading and title before he can start on his work.
Advertising campaign - tentative, April - June.
Jongin gives himself one final check in the tinted glass of the meeting room. He makes sure that he looks more than presentable - his shirt is mostly crease-free, buttoned up all the way to the top, his tie perfectly straight, the knot of it set in a precise triangle - before he squares his shoulders and lets himself in.
His boss greets him with little more than a tilt of his head, and Jongin spots Junmyeon sitting with his own laptop at the ready, notes and stationery laid out in perfect alignment with each other. He takes his seat and switches his own laptop on, waits for the advertising reps they were scheduled to meet to finally turn up.
The door swings open not five minutes later, and Jongin finds he’s pushing himself to his feet, more out of habit than out of consciousness. He’s about to dip into his customary bow when the head of the advertising team moves out of the doorway, and he spots a familiar mop of black hair, a familiar pair of brown eyes, and feels more than commands the familiar (and terribly unprofessional) smile that blooms across his face.
It’s Kyungsoo.
He raises his eyebrows when he spots Jongin, thinks that he didn’t know Jongin was in charge of this, and has to bite down, very hard, on his bottom lip to stop himself from blurting out the hey, honey, that he usually greets Jongin with.
‘Welcome,’ says Jongin’s boss, one gesture causing the rest of the room to settle in their seats. He smiles professionally at his guests in turn. ‘Shall we begin?’
The meeting proceeds without a hitch. Jongin’s boss seems to be impressed with the ideas that Kyungsoo’s team present him with, and Jongin can’t help but smile to himself when he watches Kyungsoo’s presentation. He has no idea what’s actually going on, really, but he doesn’t miss that glint in Kyungsoo’s eye when the latter glances at him after excusing himself to go to the bathroom.
This is terribly unprofessional, Jongin thinks, but it doesn’t stop him from excusing himself not a full minute later, legs taking long strides to the men’s bathroom. It’s empty, to his relief, when he pushes inside, and he smiles when hands push him up against the wall, when arms link behind his neck and lips push up to meet his.
He smiles even into the kiss, hands latching onto Kyungsoo’s waist, forehead pressing against forehead when the elder pulls away.
‘Hey there, Mr Do,’ says Kyungsoo, smile growing more mischievous by the second.
‘Hi, Mr Kim,’ replies Jongin, stupid smile still firmly in place. He traces a finger along Kyungsoo’s jaw, all the way down to his collarbone, even if it’s covered in shirt and he can’t really see it - he knows it. He remembers the dip of skin above it, the curve of the bone, how soft the skin there is. He knows.
‘I didn’t know you were involved in this,’ murmurs Kyungsoo, eyes still fixed adoringly on Jongin’s. ‘I thought this wasn’t your kind of job.’
‘It isn’t, really,’ says Jongin in reply. He pulls Kyungsoo in close, buries his face in his husband’s hair, takes a deep breath and kisses the top of it. ‘But the guy who was meant to do it called in sick a couple of days ago, so. Yeah.’
‘Mmm. Guess we’ll get to see more of each other, now?’ asks Kyungsoo coyly. He inhales the scent of Jongin’s cologne, and buries his face in his husband’s chest. It doesn’t matter how many years he’s had with Jongin - it isn’t going to change, how he feels about this. How he feels about him.
‘What do you mean, now? We see each other plenty as it is,’ says Jongin, the tone of his voice light and joking.
‘You know what I mean,’ grins Kyungsoo, eyes shut as he takes in the warmth of his husband’s body, the ridiculousness of their situation - yesterday they were arguing about whose turn it was to change Soojung’s diaper, now they were cuddling in a bathroom with their respective bosses waiting for them a couple of rooms over.
‘We should go,’ mutters Jongin, about half a minute later. He’s about to gently push Kyungsoo off him when the latter tiptoes and presses his lips against Jongin’s, just a light peck, just lips against lips, followed by a smile.
‘I love you,’ whispers Kyungsoo. Jongin grins, cups Kyungsoo’s face in both his hands before he plants another kiss on his husband’s lips.
‘I love you, too.’
Title: train tracks
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 2218w
Warnings: this was an ask.fm drabble
Prompt: I love your kaisoo parents!au <3 if you could, please write about everyone falling sick one after the other, until one parent is left running around taking care of everyone. And then when he falls sick, everyone gets to spoil him. Thank you!! :)) + parents au where the girls take turns to care for either a sick jongin or kyungsoo because the other one is busy with work
There are times when Kyungsoo thinks he’s been blessed more than a regular human being should be: he has a steady job, a wonderful husband, three beautiful daughters, living together with him in a beautiful house.
‘Soo!’
‘Papa!’
‘No, Soojungie, me - PAPAAAA!’
And then there are times like this, where he doesn’t really know what he’d done to deserve such misfortune. It’s midwinter, snow settling in sheets of white over his lawn and all across his roof, frost getting all over his windows, the chill inching its way into his house even when he’s got all the doors shut and the windows closed and the heating turned up high. He’s got a couple of jugs of warm water waiting to be poured, a stack of dirty dishes in the sink, waiting to be washed -
‘PAPA WHERE ARE YOU!’
And, evidently, three screaming children and an equally needy - if only slightly less noisy - husband, all vying for his attention.
Kyungsoo sighs, stirs the third batch of soup he’s made that day before spooning it out, three smaller bowls for his angels, and one for his loving husband to have for dinner.
‘Soo, honey…’
That is, of course, if he doesn’t wind up murdering said husband before the soup ever even reaches him.
‘I’m coming,’ calls Kyungsoo through gritted teeth. He piles the bowls on a bigger tray he remembers getting for the new house before trudging up the stairs, careful not to spill anything. The door to Sunyoung’s room is thankfully ajar, and a bump from his hip is enough to grant him access. His eldest looks at him with droopy eyes as he sets the bowl down on her bedside table.
‘Thank you, Papa,’ says Sunyoung quietly, and Kyungsoo could honestly cry at how quiet his daughter is. Compared to her other siblings, Sunyoung was practically a video playing on mute.
‘You’re welcome, honey,’ murmurs Kyungsoo. He helps his daughter sit up, props her comfortably against her pillows and kisses the top of her head, a feel better soon, okay? leaving his lips before he shuffles back out again and heads to Jinri and Soojung’s room.
‘Papa,’ croaks Jinri, and Kyungsoo just barely stops himself from rolling his eyes, the memory of her hollering only minutes ago still fresh in his mind. Jinri was definitely more of a drama queen than her older sister, but seeing how flushed his daughter’s face was and how genuinely uncomfortable she looked still tugged on his heartstrings. Drama queen or not, she was still his baby, after all.
‘Feeling okay, honey?’ he asks, padding closer and sitting on his daughter’s bed. He presses his hand to her forehead - the fever is still there, but it isn’t as strong as it was yesterday - and grimaces, Jinri’s eyes fluttering closed as he does.
‘This isn’t fun,’ whines Soojung, one bed away. She has her covers pulled right up to her chin, and Kyungsoo can only give her a half-smile of what he hopes is comfort.
‘I know, honey,’ he says, as he arranges Jinri before going to attend to his youngest, ‘But it’ll be over soon. In a couple of days you’ll be as good as new, and you and your sisters can run around and play together again. That sound good?’
Soojung nods, a little smile dawning on her lips. ‘And Daddy, too?’ she asks, her tone hopeful.
Kyungsoo huffs, pretends to let jealousy overcome him. ‘Hey, I’m the one taking care of you and getting all your snot on my shirts and you’re asking me about Daddy? I’m starting to think you’re playing favourites with me here,’ he says, brows drawing closer and a slight pout on his lips.
His daughter lets out a high laugh that quickly turns into a coughing fit, but the smile from before is still on her lips throughout. ‘I’m only kidding, honey. Eat up and get some rest, okay?’ he says. He kisses both his daughters before he leaves, and makes his way to his own bedroom.
He can’t really see anything when he first pushes the door to his bedroom open. It’s swimming in darkness - the curtains are drawn and all the lights are switched off, and he sighs. His fingers fumble before the room lights up, and he’s greeted by the sight of his husband with the covers drawn up to his ears, so only a bit of his forehead and all his hair is showing.
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes.
‘Does being sick make you, like, a vampire or something?’ asks Kyungsoo, closing the door behind him before making his way to his husband. ‘There aren’t any germs in the light, you know. The darkness can’t protect you from this one.’
He tugs the covers down until his husband’s face comes into view, expression disoriented and eyes swollen. Kyungsoo wrinkles his nose. ‘Though if I’m honest, I wouldn’t mind you actually being a vampire. I wouldn’t mind looking at some Edward Cullen goodness right about now.’
Kyungsoo doesn’t know what he expects as a response, but it’s not his husband tugging him hard enough that he falls on top of him, and it definitely isn’t his husband rolling them over and pinning him down.
‘How’s that for being a vampire?’ asks Jongin. Normally Kyungsoo would be putty in his hands at the gesture, normally he’d be all over Jongin - but then again, normally, his husband’s eyes wouldn’t be as swollen as they are now, and his skin wouldn’t be so uncomfortably hot and sticky on Kyungsoo’s own, either.
He grimaces.
‘Sorry, babe, but I doubt vampires have snot dribbling out of their noses when they’re trying to seduce their husbands,’ says Kyungsoo, reaching for a tissue from their bedside table before swiping Jongin across the upper lip with one. His husband seems to concede at this, and falls to the side, flat on his back.
‘My phone keeps blowing up,’ mutters Jongin. Kyungsoo props himself up on one elbow, begins tracing patterns on his husband’s chest as his brow furrows.
‘You’re on sick leave. They’re meant to leave you alone,’ he says, disapproving.
‘Well, yeah, but apparently there’s this rumour going around about a merger between two rival companies and the stock market is about to go crazy, and - ’
Silence falls on Jongin’s lips in the form of his husband’s finger pressing against it. Jongin raises his eyebrows. ‘Sick leave,’ murmurs Kyungsoo, pulling his hand away. ‘Leave it alone.’
Jongin sighs. He drums his fingers on his stomach for a couple of minutes, before he turns to look at Kyungsoo.
‘You know,’ he begins, and Kyungsoo already knows this tone - sick Jongin is usually a highly affectionate Jongin, and the elder is pretty sure he isn’t going to like where this is going. ‘Usually to shut me up, you’d kiss me.’
Silence hangs between them, and Jongin nuzzles into Kyungsoo’s chest when it drags on too long. ‘So?’ asks Kyungsoo, fingers combing through his husband’s hair.
‘I could use one of those right about now,’ says Jongin, his voice coming out muffled against his husband’s chest.
Kyungsoo pulls away, nose wrinkling as he looks at his husband. ‘I don’t think that’s a very sanitary option right now,’ he says, but the look on Jongin’s face already has him wanting to kiss the younger.
‘Come on, Soo… Just one kiss? Please? I’ll love you forever,’ Jongin whines, and Kyungsoo sighs.
‘You already promised to love me forever, you doofus,’ says Kyungsoo, rolling his eyes as Jongin leans in.
Just one kiss wouldn’t hurt.
Would it?
‘Soojung! Jinri! I told you to put your sheets in the washing machine last night!’
‘Sorry, Daddy!’
‘Do it now, please!’
‘Okay, Daddy!’
‘Sunyoung, I made Papa’s soup already - if he gets hungry put some in a bowl for him, and then get him to help you heat it up, okay?’ asks Jongin, struggling to pull on his work jacket. His husband is sick and his children have just gotten better and he can’t believe he has to go in to work on a Saturday morning, but he knows he doesn’t really have a choice. The first credible source of information showed signs of confirming the merger he was worrying about, and now, he imagines, his entire department is being thrown into chaos. He has to go.
‘Okay, Daddy,’ nods Sunyoung, trailing after her father as they head into the laundry room. Jinri and Soojung have just put their washing in the machine, and Jongin fumbles, with his jacket half-on and half-off, to get the detergent in the right compartment and start the cycle.
He kneels down to check that the cycle’s started, and catches a glimpse of the time as he does. He’s going to be late. He’s going to be so late.
‘Soojung, Jinri - when the machine stops I want you to put everything in the dryer, and then turn the spinny thing up there to the number 100, okay?’ he instructs. His daughters nod, and Sunyoung hurriedly helps him put his jacket on the right way.
‘Take good care of Papa for me, okay girls?’ he asks, and they all nod, rushing forward to give him a collective hug goodbye. ‘If anything happens, call me right away. Okay? Is that understood?’ he asks, and another round of nods follows, and then he’s kissing them all goodbye, and leaving.
The girls all look at the closed door, before exchanging looks with one another.
‘Did Daddy say 100 or 200 just now, Jinri?’ asks Soojung, but the elder only shrugs.
‘Don’t look at me,’ says Sunyoung, throwing her hands up. ‘I’m soup girl, today.’
‘We’ll just call him later and ask,’ says Jinri.
‘Should we check on Papa?’ suggests Sunyoung, receiving nods from her sisters. They scramble up the stairs and into their parents’ room, barge in on their sleeping father without ceremony.
He stirs.
‘Girls?’ he murmurs, voice scratchy with sleep, eyes still somewhat squinty in the light. ‘What’s going on?’
Jinri and Soojung immediately climb on the bed with their father, Sunyoung sitting herself down obediently on the floor by the side of the bed. ‘Daddy’s gone to work,’ announces Jinri, flopping gently across her father’s belly. ‘So we’re in charge today,’ she says, a note of pride in her voice.
‘Papa, your phone keeps going off,’ says Soojung, wrinkling her nose at the offending device as it buzzes in her hand. Her features light up when she recognises the name of the sender. ‘It’s Daddy!’ she says.
‘What does it say?’ asks Sunyoung, sitting up straight.
‘It says, “Soo, there’s soup in the kitchen and sheets in the washing machine. Girls will take care of it. Get well soon. Love you.”’ she says, scrolling through the thread on Kyungsoo’s phone. Her father nods, eyes still shut tight. Another buzzing sound is heard, and Kyungsoo groans.
‘What is it now?’ he asks, pulling one of Jongin’s pillows over to cover his face.
‘It’s from Daddy again,’ mutters Soojung, fingers moving to open the text. ‘There it is. He said “And once you get better, we can - ”’
The speed with which Kyungsoo reached out to snatch the phone from his daughter’s fingers left him dizzy. The one time he lets Soojung read his messages to him, Jongin pulls something like that. He sighs. ‘That’s enough for now, sweetheart,’ he says, laying back and shoving the device under his pillow. ‘What are you girls going to do today?’
‘Take care of you, Papa!’ exclaims Jinri. ‘We’re all better now, so it’s our turn to take care of you, Papa,’ she says, maneuvering herself so her arms are wrapped around her father’s waist. Soojung lays herself gently on top of her sister, and soon Kyungsoo finds himself playing the bottom slice of a very loving sandwich.
‘Thank you, girls,’ he says, smiling when Sunyoung stands to give him a kiss on his cheek. It’s starting to hit him, slowly, that his girls aren’t the babies he used to change or kiss or take care of anymore, but he finds he doesn’t really mind. They’re growing up, and he couldn’t be prouder of the people they’re becoming.
‘Hey Papa?’ calls Jinri, her voice sort of muffled as she lays under the weight of her sister, ‘How did you get sick?’
‘Daddy gave it to me,’ he murmurs, already half asleep.
‘How?’
‘He kissed me,’
Jinri gets up quickly, unintentionally toppling Soojung off of her. ‘Ew, Papa! That’s gross!’ she squeals, expression twisted in disgust.
Sleep is already claiming Kyungsoo, and hearing about his husband brings the image of Jongin’s face to his mind. He’s grown, too. They both have. Their life together has. A drowsy smile graces his lips, and he sighs.
‘Love is never gross.’
(He falls asleep too quickly to hear the gagging noises his daughters make.)
Title: lessons from my father
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 1310w
Warnings: this was an ask.fm drabble
Prompt: hey em, got a parents!au prompt for you U TOTALLY DA MAN ㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ) + I hate your parents au sfm because I always get feels from it. Gah if only we have a Jongin in our lives ;; /sobs but here's a prompt if you have time! Soojung-bonding with her parents? ^^ bec I always notice Sunyoung and Jinri but not so much Soojung :( thank you and I don't rly hate u I love u♡
Soojung comes home one day, shoes stomping loudly against the ground leading up to the front door, and doesn’t bother holding it open for her sisters even though she’s the first one in. It’s Jongin’s off day today, and Kyungsoo’s gone out to see a client, and he raises his eyebrows when she stomps right past him and up the stairs, not sparing a glance for her father.
He turns to Sunyoung.
‘Don’t look at me, she was like that when I got on the bus with her,’ she says, shrugging her backpack off. She prances off into the kitchen, leaves Jinri alone with Jongin in the living room. He tilts his head at her, and she sighs.
‘Okay, so like - Soojung was really hoping that she’d get elected as head of the yearbook committee, and, um. She didn’t. It went to this girl she really hates - I can’t remember her name, Hyeri? I think? - and, she’s like, super upset about it,’ Jinri explains, toeing her shoes off and putting them away in the shoe cabinet. ‘Apparently this year it wasn’t done via voting, the way they did it last year, and the year before that - and Soojung’s, like, convinced Mrs Choi has something against her. And favours Hyeri, for whatever reason.’
Jongin listens to all of this attentively, lips pressed together, fingers curled around his chin. He isn’t an expert on the inner workings of the female teenage mind, not yet, but he thinks this is a simple enough situation. His daughter feels wronged, robbed. Jinri looks indifferent, which, Jongin knows, she wouldn’t be, if she felt her sister was right. He thinks.
He tries asking, anyway.
‘What do you think about all this?’
Jinri lets out another sigh, this one considerably more dramatic than the last. She isn’t fooling anyone. Kyungsoo had told Jongin, years ago, that she loved feeling important, loved the feeling of the spotlight hitting her skin. He waits.
‘Honestly?’ Jinri pauses, for effect. ‘I don’t see what the big deal is. So she doesn’t get the special name tag, so what? She’s still on the team. It’s not like they kicked her off it, or anything,’ she shrugs again, before loping off to the kitchen to find some food.
Jongin spends the next fifteen minutes looking at his watch. The seconds tick by slowly, but he manages to keep his patience - based on previous experience (and, okay, Kyungsoo’s observations), he knows it takes Soojung at least fifteen minutes by herself to calm down, to breathe. He has no issue waiting for his daughter to have a clear mind before he goes upstairs to reason with her. He brings along a sandwich, his only weapon of defence.
He knocks on the door, and Soojung yanks it open with the force of a small hurricane. The expression she wears on her face has an anger that’s rather reminiscent of her door-opening tactics.
‘Hello,’ says Jongin, calmly, before he lets himself in. He sets the sandwich down on Soojung’s study table, careful not to jostle the stacks of notes his daughter has arranged in neat piles on the white-painted wood. He doesn’t dare venture a glance at Jinri’s desk. It’s always a mess. He shudders at the mere thought of it.
‘Hi, Daddy,’ grumbles Soojung. Jongin sits himself on the edge of her bed, and she knows what’s coming - she sits in front of him, on the floor, cross legged, back straight.
‘It has come to my attention that you feel you have been wronged,’ says Jongin, careful to gauge his daughter’s reactions. Kyungsoo’s told him off more than once for his tactless choice of words - he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing now, when his husband isn’t around to help him along. There’s an inward sigh of relief when Soojung tilts her chin up defiantly.
‘I have been wronged, Daddy,’ she says, arms folding across her chest. Her back is still as straight as a ruler.
‘And why is that?’ asks Jongin, elbows on his knees, his whole demeanour inviting her to go on. She clears her throat.
‘Because I,’ she begins, somewhat importantly, ‘Have had what’s mine given to someone who does not deserve it.’
‘That sounds unfortunate,’ says Jongin, struggling to find the right words. ‘But - how are you sure that what’s been taken was rightfully yours?’
‘Daddy!’ exclaims Soojung, voice rising a few pitches. ‘How could you say that to me? Of course I deserve it - it wasn’t Hyeri who stayed behind all last year to make sure all the drafts were in on time. It wasn’t Hyeri who came in on a Sunday just to watch the computer guy fix our computers. It was me. This whole thing, this whole mess - it isn’t fair.’
Jongin bristles at the use of the last word.
Soojung doesn’t see.
‘Why are you on the team in the first place?’ asks Jongin, voice still calm and even. He doesn’t want his daughter to feel bad, but he doesn’t want her to keep thinking things like this, either. He doesn’t like the idea of her losing sight.
‘I joined because I like being on a team,’ answers Soojung, the set of her brow growing steadily less angry. ‘I joined because I like working under pressure and I like making things.’
Jongin lets the words settle in his daughter’s mind before he clears his throat and continues. ‘Does not getting the position you wanted affect those things in any way?’ he asks, gently, trying his best to sound sympathetic, not condescending. He’d hate for his daughter to think he wasn’t taking her seriously.
Soojung shakes her head, reluctance showing in the set of her mouth.
‘Sometimes, you know, no matter how hard you try, some people just won’t see what you’re worth, what you’re capable of doing. It’s… Something that drags on even into adulthood, and it’s never going to go away,’ he says. ‘And sometimes… Life just isn’t going to be fair. Some people act like being treated fairly is a right, but a lot of other people see it as a privilege. All I can say is… Don’t set so much store on being treated fairly. More often than not, it just doesn’t happen.’
‘But Daddy… I just. I worked so hard, and it really, really sucks to just - watch all of that get given to someone else, and - ’
‘ - And that’s just the way the world works, angel. Don’t let other people dictate your worth, know it for yourself, keep growing it for yourself. You said to me just now that you joined because you like making things and working under pressure, didn’t you?’ asks Jongin, a kind smile on his lips. ‘Your purpose is still unaffected, right?’
Soojung nods, pursing her lips together. Her demeanour has changed significantly - her shoulders are relaxed now, back not nearly as straight as it was minutes ago, and the look she’s giving her father has him spreading his arms out, welcoming her into them for a hug. She climbs onto his lap, buries her face in his neck, and clings to him, hugs him like she used to when Jongin tried to put her down but she wanted to be carried.
She’s not a kid anymore, and she doesn’t weigh anywhere near what she used to when Jongin used to have her in his lap to braid her hair all those years ago, but he doesn’t mind.
Deep down, he knows, she’ll always be that angry, screaming baby he held with shaking hands.
He runs his fingers through her hair, careful not to go too fast.
Always.
Author’s Note: I promised I’d finish this AU, after all. This will be friend-locked in 72 hours (sometime Sunday morning, where I am!), so please let me know if you want me to add you. I’d be happy to.
Also, if you want: the thing in chronological order, hooray!
ask.fm
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 1257w
Warnings: this was an ask.fm drabble
Prompt: is it possible to make kaisoo pair up for a business? like kyungsoo have to design something and jongin is the accountant for that client or smth and kyungsoo was shocked when he first saw his husband and they get to spend alittle more time tgt
Jongin’s fingers tap methodically against his keyboard, the white background of his laptop screen reflected in the soft brown of his eyes. He’d been allowed to bring home what was left of the day’s work with him, and even though he would’ve rather just stayed at the office and killed the lot off all at once, he knew it wasn’t going to be fair on his husband.
Kyungsoo sits right across from him, his own gaze fixated on his laptop, and there’s more clicking and dragging coming from his end then there is from Jongin’s. His brow is furrowed and he has one foot resting on top of Jongin’s, and the look of concentration he has on makes the younger press his lips together. I’m supposed to handle a new client, Jongin remembers his husband saying. I can’t take care of both the girls myself, babe.
And so here he is, sitting at the small dining table in his and Kyungsoo’s apartment, a formidably thick file lying open next to his laptop, struggling to evaluate project decisions. Strings of numbers and probabilities stare him down, but the feeling of getting things done spurs him on. It’s all going rather well until a shrill cry breaks through the silence, and Jongin and Kyungsoo’s eyes meet almost immediately.
‘New client,’ says Kyungsoo, voice slightly metallic, eyes narrowed.
‘Extremely thick file,’ challenges Jongin, words dragging a little slower than his husband’s.
‘Potential promotion,’ Kyungsoo shoots back.
‘Potential loss of job,’ Jongin retorts.
‘Changed her last,’
‘Not the same baby,’
‘All poop smells the same, thank you,’
‘Not scientifically correct,’
‘Not obliged to be scientifically correct.’
They could go on like this for hours, Jongin knows, and he doesn’t much like the thought of his poor baby daughter, lying in a mess of her own poop, waiting for one of her fathers to finally stop arguing and go and change her.
So he decides it’s time to pull out the big guns.
He leans forward, takes Kyungsoo’s hand in his own, meets his husband’s somewhat hostile gaze with one that’s full of shining confidence.
‘Was the one who proposed.’
Kyungsoo’s eyes narrow further.
Jongin smirks.
He’s won, and he knows it.
Kyungsoo untangles his fingers from his husband’s, gets up, and turns on his heel, stomps off to his daughters’ room. Jongin refocuses his attention on the tasks he has to finish up, and laughs a little to himself when he hears Kyungsoo call Was the one who said yes! over his shoulder, effectively waking their other child, effectively triggering another slew of screeches.
Jongin smiles to himself, and turns a page. He opens a new document on his laptop, types in a proper heading and title before he can start on his work.
Advertising campaign - tentative, April - June.
Jongin gives himself one final check in the tinted glass of the meeting room. He makes sure that he looks more than presentable - his shirt is mostly crease-free, buttoned up all the way to the top, his tie perfectly straight, the knot of it set in a precise triangle - before he squares his shoulders and lets himself in.
His boss greets him with little more than a tilt of his head, and Jongin spots Junmyeon sitting with his own laptop at the ready, notes and stationery laid out in perfect alignment with each other. He takes his seat and switches his own laptop on, waits for the advertising reps they were scheduled to meet to finally turn up.
The door swings open not five minutes later, and Jongin finds he’s pushing himself to his feet, more out of habit than out of consciousness. He’s about to dip into his customary bow when the head of the advertising team moves out of the doorway, and he spots a familiar mop of black hair, a familiar pair of brown eyes, and feels more than commands the familiar (and terribly unprofessional) smile that blooms across his face.
It’s Kyungsoo.
He raises his eyebrows when he spots Jongin, thinks that he didn’t know Jongin was in charge of this, and has to bite down, very hard, on his bottom lip to stop himself from blurting out the hey, honey, that he usually greets Jongin with.
‘Welcome,’ says Jongin’s boss, one gesture causing the rest of the room to settle in their seats. He smiles professionally at his guests in turn. ‘Shall we begin?’
The meeting proceeds without a hitch. Jongin’s boss seems to be impressed with the ideas that Kyungsoo’s team present him with, and Jongin can’t help but smile to himself when he watches Kyungsoo’s presentation. He has no idea what’s actually going on, really, but he doesn’t miss that glint in Kyungsoo’s eye when the latter glances at him after excusing himself to go to the bathroom.
This is terribly unprofessional, Jongin thinks, but it doesn’t stop him from excusing himself not a full minute later, legs taking long strides to the men’s bathroom. It’s empty, to his relief, when he pushes inside, and he smiles when hands push him up against the wall, when arms link behind his neck and lips push up to meet his.
He smiles even into the kiss, hands latching onto Kyungsoo’s waist, forehead pressing against forehead when the elder pulls away.
‘Hey there, Mr Do,’ says Kyungsoo, smile growing more mischievous by the second.
‘Hi, Mr Kim,’ replies Jongin, stupid smile still firmly in place. He traces a finger along Kyungsoo’s jaw, all the way down to his collarbone, even if it’s covered in shirt and he can’t really see it - he knows it. He remembers the dip of skin above it, the curve of the bone, how soft the skin there is. He knows.
‘I didn’t know you were involved in this,’ murmurs Kyungsoo, eyes still fixed adoringly on Jongin’s. ‘I thought this wasn’t your kind of job.’
‘It isn’t, really,’ says Jongin in reply. He pulls Kyungsoo in close, buries his face in his husband’s hair, takes a deep breath and kisses the top of it. ‘But the guy who was meant to do it called in sick a couple of days ago, so. Yeah.’
‘Mmm. Guess we’ll get to see more of each other, now?’ asks Kyungsoo coyly. He inhales the scent of Jongin’s cologne, and buries his face in his husband’s chest. It doesn’t matter how many years he’s had with Jongin - it isn’t going to change, how he feels about this. How he feels about him.
‘What do you mean, now? We see each other plenty as it is,’ says Jongin, the tone of his voice light and joking.
‘You know what I mean,’ grins Kyungsoo, eyes shut as he takes in the warmth of his husband’s body, the ridiculousness of their situation - yesterday they were arguing about whose turn it was to change Soojung’s diaper, now they were cuddling in a bathroom with their respective bosses waiting for them a couple of rooms over.
‘We should go,’ mutters Jongin, about half a minute later. He’s about to gently push Kyungsoo off him when the latter tiptoes and presses his lips against Jongin’s, just a light peck, just lips against lips, followed by a smile.
‘I love you,’ whispers Kyungsoo. Jongin grins, cups Kyungsoo’s face in both his hands before he plants another kiss on his husband’s lips.
‘I love you, too.’
Title: train tracks
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 2218w
Warnings: this was an ask.fm drabble
Prompt: I love your kaisoo parents!au <3 if you could, please write about everyone falling sick one after the other, until one parent is left running around taking care of everyone. And then when he falls sick, everyone gets to spoil him. Thank you!! :)) + parents au where the girls take turns to care for either a sick jongin or kyungsoo because the other one is busy with work
There are times when Kyungsoo thinks he’s been blessed more than a regular human being should be: he has a steady job, a wonderful husband, three beautiful daughters, living together with him in a beautiful house.
‘Soo!’
‘Papa!’
‘No, Soojungie, me - PAPAAAA!’
And then there are times like this, where he doesn’t really know what he’d done to deserve such misfortune. It’s midwinter, snow settling in sheets of white over his lawn and all across his roof, frost getting all over his windows, the chill inching its way into his house even when he’s got all the doors shut and the windows closed and the heating turned up high. He’s got a couple of jugs of warm water waiting to be poured, a stack of dirty dishes in the sink, waiting to be washed -
‘PAPA WHERE ARE YOU!’
And, evidently, three screaming children and an equally needy - if only slightly less noisy - husband, all vying for his attention.
Kyungsoo sighs, stirs the third batch of soup he’s made that day before spooning it out, three smaller bowls for his angels, and one for his loving husband to have for dinner.
‘Soo, honey…’
That is, of course, if he doesn’t wind up murdering said husband before the soup ever even reaches him.
‘I’m coming,’ calls Kyungsoo through gritted teeth. He piles the bowls on a bigger tray he remembers getting for the new house before trudging up the stairs, careful not to spill anything. The door to Sunyoung’s room is thankfully ajar, and a bump from his hip is enough to grant him access. His eldest looks at him with droopy eyes as he sets the bowl down on her bedside table.
‘Thank you, Papa,’ says Sunyoung quietly, and Kyungsoo could honestly cry at how quiet his daughter is. Compared to her other siblings, Sunyoung was practically a video playing on mute.
‘You’re welcome, honey,’ murmurs Kyungsoo. He helps his daughter sit up, props her comfortably against her pillows and kisses the top of her head, a feel better soon, okay? leaving his lips before he shuffles back out again and heads to Jinri and Soojung’s room.
‘Papa,’ croaks Jinri, and Kyungsoo just barely stops himself from rolling his eyes, the memory of her hollering only minutes ago still fresh in his mind. Jinri was definitely more of a drama queen than her older sister, but seeing how flushed his daughter’s face was and how genuinely uncomfortable she looked still tugged on his heartstrings. Drama queen or not, she was still his baby, after all.
‘Feeling okay, honey?’ he asks, padding closer and sitting on his daughter’s bed. He presses his hand to her forehead - the fever is still there, but it isn’t as strong as it was yesterday - and grimaces, Jinri’s eyes fluttering closed as he does.
‘This isn’t fun,’ whines Soojung, one bed away. She has her covers pulled right up to her chin, and Kyungsoo can only give her a half-smile of what he hopes is comfort.
‘I know, honey,’ he says, as he arranges Jinri before going to attend to his youngest, ‘But it’ll be over soon. In a couple of days you’ll be as good as new, and you and your sisters can run around and play together again. That sound good?’
Soojung nods, a little smile dawning on her lips. ‘And Daddy, too?’ she asks, her tone hopeful.
Kyungsoo huffs, pretends to let jealousy overcome him. ‘Hey, I’m the one taking care of you and getting all your snot on my shirts and you’re asking me about Daddy? I’m starting to think you’re playing favourites with me here,’ he says, brows drawing closer and a slight pout on his lips.
His daughter lets out a high laugh that quickly turns into a coughing fit, but the smile from before is still on her lips throughout. ‘I’m only kidding, honey. Eat up and get some rest, okay?’ he says. He kisses both his daughters before he leaves, and makes his way to his own bedroom.
He can’t really see anything when he first pushes the door to his bedroom open. It’s swimming in darkness - the curtains are drawn and all the lights are switched off, and he sighs. His fingers fumble before the room lights up, and he’s greeted by the sight of his husband with the covers drawn up to his ears, so only a bit of his forehead and all his hair is showing.
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes.
‘Does being sick make you, like, a vampire or something?’ asks Kyungsoo, closing the door behind him before making his way to his husband. ‘There aren’t any germs in the light, you know. The darkness can’t protect you from this one.’
He tugs the covers down until his husband’s face comes into view, expression disoriented and eyes swollen. Kyungsoo wrinkles his nose. ‘Though if I’m honest, I wouldn’t mind you actually being a vampire. I wouldn’t mind looking at some Edward Cullen goodness right about now.’
Kyungsoo doesn’t know what he expects as a response, but it’s not his husband tugging him hard enough that he falls on top of him, and it definitely isn’t his husband rolling them over and pinning him down.
‘How’s that for being a vampire?’ asks Jongin. Normally Kyungsoo would be putty in his hands at the gesture, normally he’d be all over Jongin - but then again, normally, his husband’s eyes wouldn’t be as swollen as they are now, and his skin wouldn’t be so uncomfortably hot and sticky on Kyungsoo’s own, either.
He grimaces.
‘Sorry, babe, but I doubt vampires have snot dribbling out of their noses when they’re trying to seduce their husbands,’ says Kyungsoo, reaching for a tissue from their bedside table before swiping Jongin across the upper lip with one. His husband seems to concede at this, and falls to the side, flat on his back.
‘My phone keeps blowing up,’ mutters Jongin. Kyungsoo props himself up on one elbow, begins tracing patterns on his husband’s chest as his brow furrows.
‘You’re on sick leave. They’re meant to leave you alone,’ he says, disapproving.
‘Well, yeah, but apparently there’s this rumour going around about a merger between two rival companies and the stock market is about to go crazy, and - ’
Silence falls on Jongin’s lips in the form of his husband’s finger pressing against it. Jongin raises his eyebrows. ‘Sick leave,’ murmurs Kyungsoo, pulling his hand away. ‘Leave it alone.’
Jongin sighs. He drums his fingers on his stomach for a couple of minutes, before he turns to look at Kyungsoo.
‘You know,’ he begins, and Kyungsoo already knows this tone - sick Jongin is usually a highly affectionate Jongin, and the elder is pretty sure he isn’t going to like where this is going. ‘Usually to shut me up, you’d kiss me.’
Silence hangs between them, and Jongin nuzzles into Kyungsoo’s chest when it drags on too long. ‘So?’ asks Kyungsoo, fingers combing through his husband’s hair.
‘I could use one of those right about now,’ says Jongin, his voice coming out muffled against his husband’s chest.
Kyungsoo pulls away, nose wrinkling as he looks at his husband. ‘I don’t think that’s a very sanitary option right now,’ he says, but the look on Jongin’s face already has him wanting to kiss the younger.
‘Come on, Soo… Just one kiss? Please? I’ll love you forever,’ Jongin whines, and Kyungsoo sighs.
‘You already promised to love me forever, you doofus,’ says Kyungsoo, rolling his eyes as Jongin leans in.
Just one kiss wouldn’t hurt.
Would it?
‘Soojung! Jinri! I told you to put your sheets in the washing machine last night!’
‘Sorry, Daddy!’
‘Do it now, please!’
‘Okay, Daddy!’
‘Sunyoung, I made Papa’s soup already - if he gets hungry put some in a bowl for him, and then get him to help you heat it up, okay?’ asks Jongin, struggling to pull on his work jacket. His husband is sick and his children have just gotten better and he can’t believe he has to go in to work on a Saturday morning, but he knows he doesn’t really have a choice. The first credible source of information showed signs of confirming the merger he was worrying about, and now, he imagines, his entire department is being thrown into chaos. He has to go.
‘Okay, Daddy,’ nods Sunyoung, trailing after her father as they head into the laundry room. Jinri and Soojung have just put their washing in the machine, and Jongin fumbles, with his jacket half-on and half-off, to get the detergent in the right compartment and start the cycle.
He kneels down to check that the cycle’s started, and catches a glimpse of the time as he does. He’s going to be late. He’s going to be so late.
‘Soojung, Jinri - when the machine stops I want you to put everything in the dryer, and then turn the spinny thing up there to the number 100, okay?’ he instructs. His daughters nod, and Sunyoung hurriedly helps him put his jacket on the right way.
‘Take good care of Papa for me, okay girls?’ he asks, and they all nod, rushing forward to give him a collective hug goodbye. ‘If anything happens, call me right away. Okay? Is that understood?’ he asks, and another round of nods follows, and then he’s kissing them all goodbye, and leaving.
The girls all look at the closed door, before exchanging looks with one another.
‘Did Daddy say 100 or 200 just now, Jinri?’ asks Soojung, but the elder only shrugs.
‘Don’t look at me,’ says Sunyoung, throwing her hands up. ‘I’m soup girl, today.’
‘We’ll just call him later and ask,’ says Jinri.
‘Should we check on Papa?’ suggests Sunyoung, receiving nods from her sisters. They scramble up the stairs and into their parents’ room, barge in on their sleeping father without ceremony.
He stirs.
‘Girls?’ he murmurs, voice scratchy with sleep, eyes still somewhat squinty in the light. ‘What’s going on?’
Jinri and Soojung immediately climb on the bed with their father, Sunyoung sitting herself down obediently on the floor by the side of the bed. ‘Daddy’s gone to work,’ announces Jinri, flopping gently across her father’s belly. ‘So we’re in charge today,’ she says, a note of pride in her voice.
‘Papa, your phone keeps going off,’ says Soojung, wrinkling her nose at the offending device as it buzzes in her hand. Her features light up when she recognises the name of the sender. ‘It’s Daddy!’ she says.
‘What does it say?’ asks Sunyoung, sitting up straight.
‘It says, “Soo, there’s soup in the kitchen and sheets in the washing machine. Girls will take care of it. Get well soon. Love you.”’ she says, scrolling through the thread on Kyungsoo’s phone. Her father nods, eyes still shut tight. Another buzzing sound is heard, and Kyungsoo groans.
‘What is it now?’ he asks, pulling one of Jongin’s pillows over to cover his face.
‘It’s from Daddy again,’ mutters Soojung, fingers moving to open the text. ‘There it is. He said “And once you get better, we can - ”’
The speed with which Kyungsoo reached out to snatch the phone from his daughter’s fingers left him dizzy. The one time he lets Soojung read his messages to him, Jongin pulls something like that. He sighs. ‘That’s enough for now, sweetheart,’ he says, laying back and shoving the device under his pillow. ‘What are you girls going to do today?’
‘Take care of you, Papa!’ exclaims Jinri. ‘We’re all better now, so it’s our turn to take care of you, Papa,’ she says, maneuvering herself so her arms are wrapped around her father’s waist. Soojung lays herself gently on top of her sister, and soon Kyungsoo finds himself playing the bottom slice of a very loving sandwich.
‘Thank you, girls,’ he says, smiling when Sunyoung stands to give him a kiss on his cheek. It’s starting to hit him, slowly, that his girls aren’t the babies he used to change or kiss or take care of anymore, but he finds he doesn’t really mind. They’re growing up, and he couldn’t be prouder of the people they’re becoming.
‘Hey Papa?’ calls Jinri, her voice sort of muffled as she lays under the weight of her sister, ‘How did you get sick?’
‘Daddy gave it to me,’ he murmurs, already half asleep.
‘How?’
‘He kissed me,’
Jinri gets up quickly, unintentionally toppling Soojung off of her. ‘Ew, Papa! That’s gross!’ she squeals, expression twisted in disgust.
Sleep is already claiming Kyungsoo, and hearing about his husband brings the image of Jongin’s face to his mind. He’s grown, too. They both have. Their life together has. A drowsy smile graces his lips, and he sighs.
‘Love is never gross.’
(He falls asleep too quickly to hear the gagging noises his daughters make.)
Title: lessons from my father
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 1310w
Warnings: this was an ask.fm drabble
Prompt: hey em, got a parents!au prompt for you U TOTALLY DA MAN ㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ) + I hate your parents au sfm because I always get feels from it. Gah if only we have a Jongin in our lives ;; /sobs but here's a prompt if you have time! Soojung-bonding with her parents? ^^ bec I always notice Sunyoung and Jinri but not so much Soojung :( thank you and I don't rly hate u I love u♡
Soojung comes home one day, shoes stomping loudly against the ground leading up to the front door, and doesn’t bother holding it open for her sisters even though she’s the first one in. It’s Jongin’s off day today, and Kyungsoo’s gone out to see a client, and he raises his eyebrows when she stomps right past him and up the stairs, not sparing a glance for her father.
He turns to Sunyoung.
‘Don’t look at me, she was like that when I got on the bus with her,’ she says, shrugging her backpack off. She prances off into the kitchen, leaves Jinri alone with Jongin in the living room. He tilts his head at her, and she sighs.
‘Okay, so like - Soojung was really hoping that she’d get elected as head of the yearbook committee, and, um. She didn’t. It went to this girl she really hates - I can’t remember her name, Hyeri? I think? - and, she’s like, super upset about it,’ Jinri explains, toeing her shoes off and putting them away in the shoe cabinet. ‘Apparently this year it wasn’t done via voting, the way they did it last year, and the year before that - and Soojung’s, like, convinced Mrs Choi has something against her. And favours Hyeri, for whatever reason.’
Jongin listens to all of this attentively, lips pressed together, fingers curled around his chin. He isn’t an expert on the inner workings of the female teenage mind, not yet, but he thinks this is a simple enough situation. His daughter feels wronged, robbed. Jinri looks indifferent, which, Jongin knows, she wouldn’t be, if she felt her sister was right. He thinks.
He tries asking, anyway.
‘What do you think about all this?’
Jinri lets out another sigh, this one considerably more dramatic than the last. She isn’t fooling anyone. Kyungsoo had told Jongin, years ago, that she loved feeling important, loved the feeling of the spotlight hitting her skin. He waits.
‘Honestly?’ Jinri pauses, for effect. ‘I don’t see what the big deal is. So she doesn’t get the special name tag, so what? She’s still on the team. It’s not like they kicked her off it, or anything,’ she shrugs again, before loping off to the kitchen to find some food.
Jongin spends the next fifteen minutes looking at his watch. The seconds tick by slowly, but he manages to keep his patience - based on previous experience (and, okay, Kyungsoo’s observations), he knows it takes Soojung at least fifteen minutes by herself to calm down, to breathe. He has no issue waiting for his daughter to have a clear mind before he goes upstairs to reason with her. He brings along a sandwich, his only weapon of defence.
He knocks on the door, and Soojung yanks it open with the force of a small hurricane. The expression she wears on her face has an anger that’s rather reminiscent of her door-opening tactics.
‘Hello,’ says Jongin, calmly, before he lets himself in. He sets the sandwich down on Soojung’s study table, careful not to jostle the stacks of notes his daughter has arranged in neat piles on the white-painted wood. He doesn’t dare venture a glance at Jinri’s desk. It’s always a mess. He shudders at the mere thought of it.
‘Hi, Daddy,’ grumbles Soojung. Jongin sits himself on the edge of her bed, and she knows what’s coming - she sits in front of him, on the floor, cross legged, back straight.
‘It has come to my attention that you feel you have been wronged,’ says Jongin, careful to gauge his daughter’s reactions. Kyungsoo’s told him off more than once for his tactless choice of words - he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing now, when his husband isn’t around to help him along. There’s an inward sigh of relief when Soojung tilts her chin up defiantly.
‘I have been wronged, Daddy,’ she says, arms folding across her chest. Her back is still as straight as a ruler.
‘And why is that?’ asks Jongin, elbows on his knees, his whole demeanour inviting her to go on. She clears her throat.
‘Because I,’ she begins, somewhat importantly, ‘Have had what’s mine given to someone who does not deserve it.’
‘That sounds unfortunate,’ says Jongin, struggling to find the right words. ‘But - how are you sure that what’s been taken was rightfully yours?’
‘Daddy!’ exclaims Soojung, voice rising a few pitches. ‘How could you say that to me? Of course I deserve it - it wasn’t Hyeri who stayed behind all last year to make sure all the drafts were in on time. It wasn’t Hyeri who came in on a Sunday just to watch the computer guy fix our computers. It was me. This whole thing, this whole mess - it isn’t fair.’
Jongin bristles at the use of the last word.
Soojung doesn’t see.
‘Why are you on the team in the first place?’ asks Jongin, voice still calm and even. He doesn’t want his daughter to feel bad, but he doesn’t want her to keep thinking things like this, either. He doesn’t like the idea of her losing sight.
‘I joined because I like being on a team,’ answers Soojung, the set of her brow growing steadily less angry. ‘I joined because I like working under pressure and I like making things.’
Jongin lets the words settle in his daughter’s mind before he clears his throat and continues. ‘Does not getting the position you wanted affect those things in any way?’ he asks, gently, trying his best to sound sympathetic, not condescending. He’d hate for his daughter to think he wasn’t taking her seriously.
Soojung shakes her head, reluctance showing in the set of her mouth.
‘Sometimes, you know, no matter how hard you try, some people just won’t see what you’re worth, what you’re capable of doing. It’s… Something that drags on even into adulthood, and it’s never going to go away,’ he says. ‘And sometimes… Life just isn’t going to be fair. Some people act like being treated fairly is a right, but a lot of other people see it as a privilege. All I can say is… Don’t set so much store on being treated fairly. More often than not, it just doesn’t happen.’
‘But Daddy… I just. I worked so hard, and it really, really sucks to just - watch all of that get given to someone else, and - ’
‘ - And that’s just the way the world works, angel. Don’t let other people dictate your worth, know it for yourself, keep growing it for yourself. You said to me just now that you joined because you like making things and working under pressure, didn’t you?’ asks Jongin, a kind smile on his lips. ‘Your purpose is still unaffected, right?’
Soojung nods, pursing her lips together. Her demeanour has changed significantly - her shoulders are relaxed now, back not nearly as straight as it was minutes ago, and the look she’s giving her father has him spreading his arms out, welcoming her into them for a hug. She climbs onto his lap, buries her face in his neck, and clings to him, hugs him like she used to when Jongin tried to put her down but she wanted to be carried.
She’s not a kid anymore, and she doesn’t weigh anywhere near what she used to when Jongin used to have her in his lap to braid her hair all those years ago, but he doesn’t mind.
Deep down, he knows, she’ll always be that angry, screaming baby he held with shaking hands.
He runs his fingers through her hair, careful not to go too fast.
Always.
Author’s Note: I promised I’d finish this AU, after all. This will be friend-locked in 72 hours (sometime Sunday morning, where I am!), so please let me know if you want me to add you. I’d be happy to.
Also, if you want: the thing in chronological order, hooray!
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