k-pop; promise you forever 5/5

[tatoeba]

Misun starts to babble a lot more as the months after her first birthday pass by. Yura tells him she should be talking soon, and encourages Chanyeol to talk to Misun more and more so she can start to mimic his words. Let her answer in her own language, and soon those strange baby sounds will be read words, Yura explains, and Chanyeol and Jongin take to this easily. They’ve always been good about talking to Misun in general, asking her things even when she couldn’t do anything but stare up at them. But now Chanyeol will catch Jongin playing with her and whispering things like “Can you say papa?” or “At least try saying your name. Mi. Sun. It’s not that hard.”

It always makes him smile. Well, anytime Chanyeol sees them together it’s like every worry and unhappy thought suddenly disappears. The stress of all the things he has to grade or the annoyance of forgetting to buy milk on the way home, those things just float away when he sees Jongin lying out on the floor on his stomach and helping Misun build a little tower with some blocks. Chanyeol very well thinks he can just sit around and watch them for days and not be bored.

One evening, Chanyeol is trying to get Misun to calm down after a very energetic afternoon. He pulls out one of his guitars and settles on his bed with Misun sitting in the middle among a pile of plushies and toys. She's throwing things off the bed and Chanyeol just wants her to relax a bit because he's too tired to chase after her and Jongin's not home yet, having called an hour ago to tell him he'd be late.

He hasn't really played much, not for a few years, because there hasn't been any time after Misun. But he's been in a mood lately and the guitar feels familiar and comforting in his hands as he strums a few chords. The sound gets Misun's attention easily and she's dropping a little Pororo toy to the bed to turn and stare at him. Chanyeol likes singing; he sings for Misun all the time, and it's easy to start playing a version of one of Misun's favorite kid's tunes. He sings along and Misun is smiling at him, clapping her hands together in excitement. Jongin jokes that it must be some sort of hereditary thing, and that he's glad Misun so far hasn't seemed to caught Chanyeol's tendency of weird facial expressions. She's only one, Chanyeol reminds him, but Jongin never seems to listen.

"Can you sing, too, Misun?" he asks his daughter, and she just sort of picks up a silly cooing noise as he switches into another song.

That's how Jongin finds them, about twenty minutes later, walking into the room with an amused smile on his face. Chanyeol grins at him as he continues to sing, watching as Misun, who has now curled up on her side next to Chanyeol's legs, reaches a hand out toward Jongin. He laughs, tossing his bag to the floor by the door and shrugging out of his sweatshirt. His hair is a little damp with sweat and he looks exhausted, but he crawls up onto bed next to Misun and pulls her into his arms.

Jongin kisses her head, then looks up at Chanyeol and Chanyeol wants to kiss him, too, but the last time he stopped playing, Misun started to cry so he keeps going. Jongin watches him, now, his eyes soft and unwavering, and Chanyeol, who doesn't feel embarrassed very easily, starts to get a little hot around the collar. He has to tear his gaze away eventually, looking at Misun who is squirming against Jongin's chest. She's finally calmed down it seems, the energy leaving her tiny body as her eyelids droop. Jongin is gently patting her back in time to Chanyeol's music, and his own eyes are closed when Chanyeol glances back up at him.

Chanyeol’s not surprised when, a few minutes later, he’s the only one left awake. Jongin’s breathing has evened out, tiny puffs of air making Misun’s wispy hair flutter a bit, and Misun, too, is finally out, one of her hands a little fist in Jongin’s shirt. An overwhelming warmth spreads throughout his chest as he stares at them; it’s almost too much, making his heart race and his palms a little sweaty. He’s careful not to disturb them as he gets off the bed and places his guitar in the corner by the closet. He considers joining them when Jongin murmurs something that sounds like his name and Chanyeol chuckles, heading back to the bed.

“Where are you going?” he says, sounding groggy even though he’s barely been sleeping for ten minutes.

“Going to make something to eat,” Chanyeol replies with a soft smile.

“Come here,” Jongin whines, flopping a hand out toward Chanyeol. His eyes are mostly still closed, and his aim is off, but Chanyeol takes his hand, rubs his thumb over his knuckles.

“I’m not tired,” Chanyeol says. “But I am hungry.” He pouts, even though Jongin isn’t looking at him.

“I’m hungry, too,” Jongin says and Chanyeol shakes his head, amused.

He releases Jongin’s hand to help ease Misun off his chest and onto the bed instead. He grabs his pillows that Jongin isn’t using and places them behind her to ensure she doesn’t move too far. Jongin is groaning a little as he turns onto his side, blinking his eyes open up at Chanyeol. “Sleep, baby,” Chanyeol whispers, brushing Jongin’s hair out of his face. He gets a sleepy smile from Jongin in return, and then Chanyeol leaves the room to let them rest.

-

“It’s nice that your mom gave us a day off from watching Misun,” Jongin says, grinning at Chanyeol from across the table at a small restaurant they’ve come to for dinner.

“Well, it’s not like she gave us much of a choice in the matter,” Chanyeol replies with a laugh, remembering how earlier that day his mother stopped by unannounced to pick up Misun and said that the two of them could use day for just themselves. They tried to insist it was okay, but she shushed them quickly, packed up Misun’s things and was gone before they could do anything. “But, yeah, it has been nice,” Chanyeol agrees.

And it really has been. This is the first time since Misun’s birth that he and Jongin have had a chance to just relax together, without having to worry about looking after her or anything. The first chance they’ve had to properly clean up the apartment and take care of little things they constantly put off. They took Potato and Jjanggu out for a walk, playing around with them for awhile at the park they usually frequent. Or, Chanyeol had rolled around with Potato in the layer of snow, while Jongin held Jjanggu in his lap on a bench nearby, fluffing his hair and giving him little kisses. Later, they spent time making lunch together, which is something they haven’t done in far too long, Jongin chopping up vegetables and stealing pieces when he thought Chanyeol wasn’t looking, but Chanyeol stole kisses in return, so it evened out in the end. It was definitely strange, not having Misun around the apartment, and Chanyeol isn’t so sure that he likes the feelings, but being able to spend a full day with just Jongin is something he didn’t realize he desperately needed.

“I wonder if Misun is doing okay,” Jongin says, pulling Chanyeol out of his thoughts.

He laughs, a bit, glad to see that Jongin feels the same irrepressible concern about Misun as he does and replies, “I’m sure she’s fine. You know how much she loves my mom.”

“Your mom does dote on her a lot,” Jongin agrees, smiling softly.

“She’s just glad she has a granddaughter to spoil.” Chanyeol shakes his head in amusement.

"Though really, everyone kind of spoils her," he adds, thinking about the excess gifts and attention Misun gets not only from their family, but all their friends as well.

"It's nice, right?" Jongin says around a mouthful of his kimchi jeon. Chanyeol has already finished his plate and he sneaks over to get a piece of Jongin's, popping it into his mouth before Jongin can stop him. He gets a kick under the table instead and he just grins around his chopsticks at Jongin, unfazed.

"We might have to put a stop to it at some point though," Chanyeol points out, talking around his mouthful and getting a disgusted look from Jongin. "We don't actually want her to be a spoiled kid, you know?"

Jongin hands him a napkin and Chanyeol dabs at his face. "I don't think we have to worry about that for awhile," Jongin says, "she's still a baby."

"I'm just thinking ahead, is all," Chanyeol says and Jongin assesses him for a moment, a slow smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

"You do that often, don't you?" he asks curiously. "Think about the future."

Chanyeol hums, reaches for his nearly empty glass of water and downs it. "I guess I do," he admits, pondering it over in his head and recalling all the moments he thinks about what it will be like in a few months, next year, when Misun is five and ready for school, or, worst of all, when Misun is a teenager. He chuckles to himself, setting his glass back down. "I don't know why, I can't help it."

"I think it's cute," Jongin replies, not meeting his eyes as he says it. He sucks around his chopsticks for a moment and then takes another piece of his jeon, pops it into his mouth. "What sorts of things do you think about? You never really mention it."

"Because it's pretty much everything," Chanyeol says honestly. "Mostly worrying about whether we're doing a good enough job, about how much harder it will get when she's a little older." He shrugs. When he catches Jongin's slight frown he adds placatingly, "I don't want to make a big deal out of it, so I don't bring it up. I'm not trying to keep you out of it."

"I know," Jongin says softly, and he brushes his fingers over Chanyeol's knuckles fleetingly as he reaches for his own glass of water. "I think about those things, too. Though these days I just worry over whether she can properly call us papa instead of Potato."

Chanyeol laughs, a little too loud, but Jongin grins at him widely and he feels warmth in his chest. "Yeah, that's definitely important," he says, shaking his head. He notices that Jongin's pretty much done with his meal, so he adds, "Ready to go?"

Jongin nods, pushing his plate toward the center of the table and finishing up his water as Chanyeol layers on his coat and scarf. They stop by the grocery on the way home, picking up some new jars of baby food, eggs and these packs of sweet snacks that Jongin likes. It's cold out, the February air nipping at exposed skin and freezing Chanyeol's insides. It's a relief to get back indoors, where their puppies welcome them loudly and the warmth of their apartment starts to melt the stiffness of their bones.

Chanyeol heads into the kitchen to get himself a beer and returns to find Jongin on the couch with the puppies. He reaches up and swipes Chanyeol's bottle with a grin and Chanyeol jabs him in the head, mutters, "Brat," but goes to get another anyway.

They end up snuggled together on the couch, watching one of Yifan's old movies that's playing on television. Mostly they just talk over it and laugh whenever he's on screen. It's nice, and wonderfully relaxing, to not have to worry about Misun or anything, really. Just Jongin's warmth and Jongin's stupid laughter and Jongin's low voice in his ear. Chanyeol has definitely missed this.

It doesn’t take very long before the movie starts to get a little boring and the press of Jongin’s thigh against his more appealing. The press of Jongin's toes running up his calf no longer a distraction but a focus, and Chanyeol feels a familiar spark beneath his skin. He forgets about the movie entirely as he turns his head toward Jongin, sighing deeply and nosing the crook of his neck. Jongin shifts a bit but otherwise doesn't seem too perturbed; he's used to Chanyeol being touchy and easily bored with anything they watch. But as Chanyeol slides his hand up Jongin's thigh, letting his fingers trace the inseam of his jeans, Jongin's breath hitches and his eyes dart down to his lap and then sideways.

"Oh," he says, simple as that, and Chanyeol thinks that's good enough before he takes Jongin's face in his hand and turns him the rest of the way so he can kiss him full on the mouth.

Jongin breathes out softly against his lip and returns the kiss gently, unhurried. It makes Chanyeol’s blood sing in his veins, the smooth press of his mouth, the slickness of his tongue as it peeks along the part of his lips. Hands find the collar of Chanyeol’s shirt, pulling and pulling until Chanyeol is struggling to follow Jongin down, but the loud bark from Jjanggu has them both breaking out quickly.

“Sorry, Jjanggu,” Jongin laughs, looking a little flustered as he ruffles the curls atop Jjanggu’s head. Jongin glances back at Chanyeol, biting his lower lip, and Chanyeol decides for them, swiftly turning off the television and taking Jongin’s hand.

Jongin laughs again, breathless and so fucking adorable, the sound bouncing off the walls as they rush down the hall and into the bedroom. He’s grinning wide when Chanyeol slams the door shut and crowds him up against it, sliding hands to either side of his face as Jongin’s yank on his shirt again.

Their kiss is desperate, much more rushed now as they seem to get reacquainted with each other. Raising a daughter both gets in the way of any extended alone time Chanyeol would want with Jongin, and seems to leave them too tired to do much more than hastily jerk each other off in the mornings before Misun wakes up. Having an evening together like this is really something special and Chanyeol wants to make the most of it.

He breaks away from the kiss, chuckling softly and pressing his lips to Jongin's forehead when Jongin whines and tries to pull him back. "Come here," he says, taking one of Jongin's hands in his, unwrapping his fingers from his shirt to link his own through them. He pulls him to the bed and gently pushes him down, follows slowly on his knees as he starts to unbutton his shirt.

Jongin, hair splayed across the pillows and lips stained a deep red, watches him with soft eyes and a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches out his fingertips and trails them down Chanyeol's chest as Chanyeol's shirt falls open, his every slight touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

When Chanyeol manages to get his shirt open, Jongin helps to slide it over his shoulders and hooks his fingers into the belt loops of Chanyeol's jeans to tug him close. Chanyeol huffs out a light laugh as he settles against Jongin, resting his arms on either side of his head. Jongin curls his leg around one of Chanyeol's, brushing his foot over the back of his calf and Chanyeol sighs before closing the space between them in a short kiss.

Jongin is smiling at him when he pulls away and the deeply fond look in his eyes makes Chanyeol's heart swell. Jongin brushes the hair that's fallen into his face back and says, "I love you," so softly that Chanyeol might not have heard it if he wasn't lying so close. Instead, it rings loud and clear in his ears, fills his already bursting heart to the brim and he can't contain the burn of pleasure, of happiness that spreads out through his veins.

"I love you, too," he whispers back, and he starts to grin widely even as he presses kiss after kiss to Jongin's mouth. "I love you, I love you, I love--"

"That's enough," Jongin laughs breathlessly and wraps his arms around Chanyeol's back, kissing him again to shut him up.

And Chanyeol lets him because it doesn’t matter how many times he says it. He could say it a hundred times and Jongin would know. Jongin knows in the way he kisses him back slowly, the way he threads his fingers into his hair, the way he rests against him so comfortably, their bodies lining together like they were meant to be.

-

“Come on, we’re going to be late!” Chanyeol calls down the hall as he pulls his shoes out from the hall closet and drops them onto the floor. “Misun?”

There’s a loud shrill cry of laughter and then the adorable pitter-patter of tiny feet running down the hall. “Papa!” Misun exclaims, launching herself against Chanyeol’s legs, arms wrapping around him tightly. “Papa, look!”

Grinning, Chanyeol pries her hands off his leg and turns around to scoop her up into his arms. She’s wearing a cute blue dress and a matching blue koala bear hat that Lu Han had given her a few weeks ago. She rarely ever takes it off. He pulls playfully on one of the ears and she giggles. “Cute as always,” he tells her, kisses her nose. “Misun, Misun, how old are you today, can you show me?”

She thrusts five fingers up into the air. “This many!” she says and Chanyeol shakes his head, trying not to laugh.

“No, no,” he says, reaching out to press down three of her fingers. “You’re two, Misun.”

“Three!” she declares instead and Chanyeol sighs.

“Well, close enough,” he says and she beams at him proudly. He sets her back down and calls out, “Jongin? Are you ready?”

"Yeah, one sec," Jongin replies. "Misun spilled her juice all over my shirt, I'm just gonna change really quick."

Misun giggles at that and Chanyeol tickles her in response, his laughter adding to her adorable sounds, soon filling up the hallway with their mirth. That's how Jongin finds them a few minutes later, shaking the hair back from his face and dressed in jeans and a clean shirt with a deep v-neck. He grins at them and reaches for Misun, who eagerly jumps into his arms.

"What do you say to your daddy for spilling juice on him?" Chanyeol asks her, pushing a bit of her hair that is sticking out from under the hat back inside.

"Sorry!" she cries, and buries her face into Jongin's shoulder.

Jongin pats her back and says, "Good girl." Then he looks at Chanyeol, brows raised. "Ready to go? Do you have her bag?"

"Yeah, it's here," Chanyeol says, lifting it from the floor and swinging it over his shoulder. "Where are her shoes?"

Jongin sighs. "She refuses to wear them," he says. "I put them in her bag." He pats her back again, says, "Misun, don't you want your shoes?"

She shakes her head, burrowing further into the crook of Jongin's neck, and Chanyeol grins widely at the exasperated look on Jongin's face. She's gotten to be a bit troublesome when it comes to dressing her, always trying to do things herself and then crying when she can't. She never wants to wear shoes, and if they manage to get them on, she'll take them off after ten minutes.

Jongin looks at Chanyeol pleadingly, and Chanyeol nods, reaches out to pat Misun's furry koala head. "Misun, do you remember where we're going today?" he asks her.

That perks her up instantly, arms raising up wide as she shouts, "Zoo!"

The fond look in Jongin's eyes, the excitement in Misun's, it has Chanyeol's heart so warm. "That's right!" he says happily. "But you can't go if you don't wear shoes!" He opens up the bag to pull out her shoes, waves them in front of her. "You want to see the animals, right? So you have to put these on."

She stares at him for a long moment, then nods her head, so Chanyeol takes a foot, tickling underneath just to hear her squeal, and slips on each shoe. "Come here so daddy can put his shoes on, too," he says afterward, taking her from Jongin so he can find his Converse in the closet.

Misun squirms around in his arms until Chanyeol lets her down, and she runs around them screaming, "Zoo! Zoo! Zoo!" Chanyeol leans against the door and watches her. Two years can really pass by in the blink of an eye, he thinks. It feels like just yesterday that he can Jongin even decided they wanted a child of their own, just hours ago that they brought Misun home with them, setting her in her crib and staring at her in awe, hearts so full. And now, she's running around, laughing and crying and demanding all the silly things that two-year-olds could want. They're constantly trying to make sure she doesn't draw on the walls or pull on Potato's tail or hide in the pantry.

Two years old and she's a handful, but Chanyeol loves every single second of it. Her incessant talking (that Jongin insists must be hereditary), her beautiful eyes that are so much like his own, her shrill cries that wake him up too early in the morning. But seeing her face never fails to make him happy, so much so it's like he's overflowing with feeling. Of all the things Chanyeol expected when they decided to have a child, that sort of intense emotion is something he was never prepared for. There's just so much love, and hope and excitement inside him whenever he looks at his daughter, whenever he sees her smile or sleeping, curled up next to Jongin in their bed when he gets home from work.

And things are still difficult, getting harder everyday. Teaching her how to talk, what's right from wrong, and trying to get her potty-trained; it gets frustrating and confusing and Chanyeol lies in bed at night wondering if he and Jongin are doing a good job. But the good times, the weekend mornings when Jongin makes them breakfast and they lie in bed with Misun to eat, and the evenings when they head to the park nearby with Potato and Jjanggu and Misun screams happily as she sits in Jongin's lap on the swings. The growing number of Misun's scribbled drawings being added to the fridge, the way she tries to mimic Jongin's dance routines when he practices at home, and when she falls asleep with her head in Chanyeol's lap at the end of a long day. Those things so greatly outweigh the bad that Chanyeol could never, ever regret this. Regret the decision he and Jongin made, regret having Misun in his life. She's everything he ever wanted and so, so much more.

"Hey," Jongin whispers, leaning against him. He slides a hand down Chanyeol's arm to link their fingers together. "You okay?"

Chanyeol blinks rapidly, and there's a slight wetness in his eyes. He ducks his head and nods, rubs at his face with his free hand. "Yeah," he says, voice thick. "Sorry. I was just thinking."

Jongin's expression is soft, understanding. He probably knows exactly what Chanyeol was thinking about. He squeezes his hand. "Two, already?" he says lightly, turning to Misun. "Can you believe it?"

Chuckling, Chanyeol rests his head against Jongin's. "She's growing up so fast," he says. "I'm not prepared for this."

"Me either," Jongin admits, and he laughs when Misun plops herself on the floor and yanks off one shoe. "That's got to stop."

A grin pulls at Chanyeol's lips. "She'll get used to them. It's like your weird thing about socks."

"Socks are annoying, okay," Jongin huffs and Chanyeol appeases him by letting go of his hand and snaking his arms around Jongin's waist instead. He hugs him back to his chest and he just knows Jongin is smiling even though he can't see his face. In his arms, Jongin feels warm and comfortable and Chanyeol wants him there, forever. Close to his him, close to his heart. He turns enough to kiss Jongin's cheek wetly, laughing when Jongin groans and elbows him, and then releases him so they can finally head out. They're definitely going to be late, now.

Jongin is smiling, when Chanyeol catches his face, and he reaches a hand up to cup the back of Chanyeol's neck, leans up to kiss him firmly on the mouth. "Let's go celebrate, yeah?" he says, and Chanyeol knows he means more than just Misun's birthday. Two years of being parents, two years of making it through late nights and frustrated tears, two years of stupid arguments over who should stay home to watch her, over deciding whether or not to put her in daycare so they don't have to trouble Chanyeol's parents so much. Two years of trying to perfect themselves so they can be perfect for her, only to realize that it's impossible, really, to be the perfect parent at all. Two years of worrying over when she got her first cold, of when she almost ate a penny. But it's also been two years of Jongin calming Chanyeol down when he's wound up from a long day, combing his fingers through his hair, of Jongin waking him up in the morning with soft, sweet kisses, of Jongin remembering to keep the apartment clean because Chanyeol gets so lazy.

Two years of Jongin and Misun, and a warm, happy family that makes every single day in Chanyeol's life absolutely beautiful.

He swallows thickly and nods. "Yeah," he says, as Jongin picks Misun up and struggles to get her shoe back on. "Let's celebrate."

extra

"Hi, Papa!" Misun says happily, swooping into the kitchen to give Chanyeol a quick hug and even quicker kiss to the cheek before she's running down the hall and up the stairs.

Chanyeol blinks. "What was that?" he asks Jongin, who is just coming in through the door, laughing. He dumps the car keys onto the counter and pulls his duffle bag over his shoulder. Chanyeol hears it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

"I have no idea," he says. "She's been incredibly excited about something ever since I picked her up from her ballet class. Spent the whole ride back grinning at her phone, messaging someone."

"Hmm," Chanyeol says, brows furrowing. After a moment he shrugs and goes back to making dinner, stirring the vegetables in the pan around with a wooden spoon. He's distracted once again by Jongin's hands on his hips, turning him around so he can kiss him properly. Chanyeol starts to grin into the kiss, laughing in amusement as he murmurs, "Welcome home. How was work?"

Jongin sighs. "Long," he says, and kisses Chanyeol again until a loud groan interrupts them.

"Can you guys not do that when I'm around? Or like, ever?" Misun says. Chanyeol laughs harder, pulling away to look at his daughter. She's leaning over the counter, trying to look grossed out, but the tiny quirk of her lips tells him she's mostly amused.

"You know, when you were five, you used to tell us to kiss all the time," Jongin informs her, walking over to ruffle her hair. She screeches at him, trying to fix her perfect style, pouting in the way that Chanyeol usually does. At thirteen, she looks quite a lot like Chanyeol, taller than most of her friends with pretty eyes and long black hair. She's been wanting to dye it blonde for the longest time but they won't let her, not until she's older. She barely spoke to either of them for almost a month after that. Chanyeol had always been worried about a teenaged Misun, but the reality is so much more terrible than he imagined. Well, most of it. Other than dealing with her wanting to wear makeup and buy clothes that show off too much skin, Misun is smart and beautiful and listens to (almost) everything they say.

"Can I ask you something?" Misun says, biting her lower lip, a habit she most definitely picked up from Jongin.

"Of course, Misun," Jongin says. He smiles at her before turning to the fridge to pull out something to drink.

Misun glances between them for a moment, uncertainty in her eyes, and Chanyeol's interest is terribly piqued. She's never been hesitant about things she wants. When she was six, she would ask everyday if she could have a pony. At ten, she marched up to Jongin and said she wanted to learn how to play soccer. On her twelfth birthday she said she wanted her ears pierced. Other than the pony, they've been able to give her practically whatever she wants, and they've always told her that she can ask them anything. He wonders what could be so important now that she seems so careful to ask about.

"Tell us already," Chanyeol chides, bouncing slightly on his feet in curiosity.

Misun tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and stares down at the countertop. "So, uh, there's this boy..."

Chanyeol doesn't even think, he just blurts out, "NO."

Misun snaps her head up to look at him, her eyes wide. "I didn't even finish!"

"I don't care, the answer is no!" Chanyeol exclaims.

"Daddy!" she cries, turning to Jongin who has sort of frozen in his spot by the fridge. She always goes to him when Chanyeol denies her something. Jongin has definitely become the softer one between the two of them, and he usually is able to get Chanyeol to see his way (through distractedly placed kisses and soft words whispered into his ear). But not this time. Chanyeol is resolute. Misun is not allowed to date until she'd twenty. Maybe fifty. Maybe not until he's dead. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

Jongin finally shakes himself out of his initial shock, laughing softly as he pulls out a jug of juice and shuts the refrigerator door. "Finish what you wanted to say, at least," he tells her.

Misun rushes into it without question. "There's a boy. He's in my class, he asked me to have lunch with him this Saturday," she says. "Please, please, can I go? I really like him!"

Chanyeol is going to faint. "No!" he shouts again and Misun's face falls.

"Chanyeol," Jongin says warningly. He walks over and places a hand on his shoulder to calm him down but it doesn’t really help.

"She's too young," Chanyeol insists. "You're too young!" he tells Misun, pointing the wooden spoon in his hand at her.

"I'm thirteen!"

"And that's too young!"

At his side, Jongin is snickering, covering his mouth with his hand as he watches them argue, and his amusement makes Chanyeol deflate. "What's so funny," he asks, deadpan, jabbing a finger into Jongin's side.

Jongin squirms away, laughing louder. "Nothing," he says, waving his hands in front of him. Even Misun looks slightly ashamed now, eyeing Jongin curiously like she's not sure if his amusement means he will side with her or not. Chanyeol hopes he won't. And if he does, Chanyeol is ready to fight it. Jongin smiles at Chanyeol, pats his shoulder again and then turns to their daughter. "Misun, I'll talk to your dad about this, okay?" he says calmly. Just as she starts to perk up, he adds, "But don't get your hopes up. I agree that you're too young."

Her shoulders slump and she looks like she might cry. "I'm not!" she exclaims and then turns on her heel and storms off. They hear the door to her bedroom slam shut a few seconds later.

Chanyeol sighs, shaking his head and turning back to the stove. "I really wasn't expecting this day to come so soon," he grumbles.

Jongin brushes Chanyeol's hair from his face, hooks an arm into Chanyeol's left. "Every father's nightmare," he says.

"She's definitely too young, right?" Chanyeol says, looking to Jongin, needing to hear his agreement properly so he doesn't feel like he's completely alone in this.

"Oh yeah, definitely too young," Jongin agrees and Chanyeol kisses him. "But maybe we can think of a compromise?"

"Only if the compromise is that she can date when she's thirty," Chanyeol says firmly and he yelps when Jongin punches him in the shoulder.

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note: if you made it all the way through this then ;; ilu (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡ i have a lot of kaiyeol feels (clearly) and this fic is pretty much my baby ;_; there were a lot of ideas i had that i didn’t end up using but maybe i’ll come back to this verse later to write them. someday. lol.
but thank you thank you for reading, i really hope that you enjoyed this!! (´；Д；｀)
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