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hwasbaby · 4 months

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FEMME-READER | SICKENING FLUFF AND SWEETNESS

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‘bout you

“Yah-“, Seungkwan’s arbitrary singing stopped as he looked up from his phone from where he lay against the arm of his chair, legs thrown over the side,”Are you just going to sit on the sofa all afternoon?”

“‘Yah’? Isn’t that what you’re doing too??”, you threw his attitude right back at him.

If there was anything about your relationship, it was that both of you could dish just as much as you could take. If anyone else observed you, they might see an unhealthy relationship, but bickering was one of your many languages of love.

“Tsk”, he pouted, setting his phone on his chest as he sat up, to face you,“Baby Boo isn’t supposed to talk back. What happened to when you used to be so sweet to me??”, sitting up he tossed his phone on the coffee table, “You spend too much time around Jeonghan Hyung”

“Don’t blame Hannie!! This is all you!”, crossing the short distance between you, you dropped yourself in his lap, squirming until he put his arms around you and let you get comfy in his arms.

Stroking your arm as he stared at the ceiling, he sighed deeply. After a bit of time had passed with his gaze landing on you, he lazily grinned.

“We probably shouldn’t spend all day on the sofa.”, he nodded his head back, one of his arms leaving your body to fluff over his hair and reach out to the small glass table beside him for his coffee he’d made just earlier.

“But it’s so comfy”, you giggled, rolling and squirming in his lap as if that could somehow help you get closer.

“Not when you move around like that! I’ll get bruises…”, he set his drink safely out of the way and lifted his knees, pulling you you closer in his lap to get you to stop.

“Okay! I’ve decided.”, giving a firm pat with both hands to your bottom he put his legs down again, preparing to stand, “We will go to a cafe!”

“But you already have coffee”, you snorted, leaning forward to reach for the half full cup of Americano he’d spent a good amount of time on this morning. Often he’d get his usual iced americano on the way to work but some mornings, for ‘authenticity’, he’d put the effort in to make it at home. Most likely so he could brag about his self-built barista skills.

“What did I say? No talking back. You’re going to make me age.”, he grumbled, swatting at your hand, his lips coming to form their usual pout as he complained, “This coffee is no good.”

“Did you just say your homemade americano is bad??”, you giggled.

“That’s not-“, he raised his hand, giving a good flick to the center of your forehead.

“You hit me!!”, you whined, both hands covering your forehead, rubbing away the minuscule pain as you did your best to summon a few crocodile tears as payback.

“Eh??”, he leaned back, his lips parting in shock and disbelief. The two of you often played that way. He hadn’t hit you that hard, had he? He hadn’t, you just knew how to tug at his heartstrings.

“Yah-“, deeming you weren’t putting on a show, he worriedly grabbed at your wrists trying to get a look at your forehead, “Yah! Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?? Let me see!!”

Unable to conceal your giggles any longer, you dropped your hands and shook your head ‘no’.

“Yah…”, he mumbled, feeling betrayed as you hopped to your feet, running down the hall to your bedroom.

“Yah!! Come-“, hot on your heels when you opened the door, he tackled you onto the bed, “-back.”, he grinned victoriously, having caught you. Holding you down while you squirmed, he took your hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead where he’d flicked, though not even a red mark remained.

“Let’s get ready?”, he propped himself up to look down at you.

With a nod from you, he stood and pulled you to stand with him so the two of you could get ready together. The consensus was matching casual outfits that could just barely pass for not matching. Boo was far cheesier than most people would believe even when you tried to tell them.

Before the two of you made it to the door, he turned around, letting you slam into his chest so he could place his arms around you.

“Can you be little for me today??”, he pressed a kiss to your confused little head, “I miss my Baby boo. It’s been a while, yea?”, he began to pout, as per usual, “And you’ve been so mean to me today”

For a moment, you thought about combatting him, you had not been mean. He was the mean one. But quickly, your usual conflictive and playful nature was whisked away as you pondered regressing or even age dreaming again in public.

“Be little outside?”, you felt spacey. Your Daddy had never asked you to be small, just for him.

“It’s never been a problem before?? Are you not comfortable?”, he asked, wondering if something was wrong as he picked at your hair, adjusting and fixing it out of habit.

It really had been a while. Lately, you’d been doing your best to be less ‘difficult’. Seungkwan was always caring for you. If you hadn’t learned his age early on, you’d be dithering on whether he was older or younger. Half the time he’d be nurturing, protective, mature. But the other half had you questioning, since he seemed just as bratty if not more than you. But still, no matter how much grief you gave him, he wanted you to be dependent on him. Originally, it wasn’t in your nature, but over time, you found yourself depending on him as a child would even when you weren’t regressing.

Just a few weeks before, you’d drawn the line when his friends were over. You were sat in his lap while you all ate in front of the television, Seungkwan feeding you from his takeout between alternating bites. A comment from Vernon, innocent but powerful, had made brought you out of your own world and made you take a look at yourself.

‘Why don’t you just give y/n this one?”, he had pointed to an unclaimed box of food but then on the table was Seungkwan’s explanation of how the two of you just ate like that nowadays.

“Baby. Stop that.”, Seungkwan massaged between your brows where they’d started creasing as you thought and thought in chaotic twists and circles, “We talk about this. I know you want to be more independent, but not being little anymore? That’s overkill. Please, for Daddy?”

Laying your head on him, he put his arm back down to hold your close. If you said ‘no’, Seungkwan wouldn’t push you further, but your heart sank at the thought. You missed him. That you missed him. But you weren’t sure if you could get there on your own.

“Can you help me?”, you asked, looking up at him anxiously. Noting how you’d never asked that before, a new ask deserved a new ask, he was quick to nod, sure he was up to the task.

“Come sit”, stepping back, he sat on the sofa and held out his arms for you to come to him, to sit in lap just as you did on late nights when it was ‘Daddy and Baby Boo’ time.

“Now when we go out, you have to stay close so you don’t get lost, do you understand??”, his wide eyes looked into yours waiting for you to nod, only then did he smile softly. Being ‘Daddy’ was a highly important job to him. The most valuable and significant job one could have; holding a little one’s heart so vulnerable in his hands.

“But Daddy will buy you whatever you want for today, okay? Does that sound good? Lots of tasty treats?”, he teased, patting your thighs enthusiastically, hoping you’ll mimic his excitement. Shyly, you nodded even though your subconscious still tried to fight it.

“Yah!! Where’s my baby boo. My little cutie. Daddy wants to spend the day with you.”, frowning, he began poking you, throwing out any silly, sweet name he could think of, “Babygiiirl~”, sounded funny on his tongue even when he sang it, playfully and shamelessly, but it made you blush just the same.

“Hmmm…”, he tickled and pinched at your sides while pretending to be deep in thought, “…cutie, miny me…”

“Daddyy! Stop it! Tickles!!”, you giggled, swatting him away, along with his annoying, cheesy nicknames.

“You’ll be my babygirl for today?”, he grinned, noticing how the nickname had equally both amused and flustered you. Even ironically, he never quite saw himself using it until you. Names like “princess”, “sweetheart”, “baby girl”, had never seemed natural to him until you, the embodiment of those names, came into his life. He still found them a little awkward on his tongue, but he couldn’t help but slip them in from time to time when you especially earned them.

“Yes, Daddy! Now, stop it!”, you tried to grab his hand when swatting at him had failed, but he simply lifted you as he stood, kissing you before gently letting you drop back down to stand on the floor. Out of breath, you wanted to take a moment to compose yourself but he’d found himself the perfect opportunity.

“If I make it to the door first you owe me kisses whenever I ask for them. All day.”, he looked at you intensely, making no move as he sized you up. Then, he took his chance, booking it towards the door the moment you glanced in that direction.

After his victory, you ended up thrown over his shoulder after your attempts to throw a fit and boycott your plans with him. It was unfair! He’d cheated, after all!

Once you’d arrived at the cafe, you’d had some time to cool off, bouncing at his side as you looked over all the choices on the menu. Any of them could be yours. Even if you’d lost, he was still treating you to anything you wanted. He didn’t brag often, but Daddy had deep pockets and it was rare you allowed him to spoil you. After his shenanigans, you deserved it.

Ordering three sweet treats with your drink, you excitedly wiggled in your seat. You wanted to try all of them today, Seungkwan would always eat whatever you couldn’t finish which made you feel a lot better about ordering more than you might be able to eat.

As you thought, he ended up with his usual Iced Americano, sipping it as he curiously eyed your desserts.

“You haven’t even had lunch.”, he commented, chuckling a bit to himself. Ignoring him you were more than happy to start sampling your treats. After a few bites of each, you needed some recovery time and Seungkwan eagerly grabbed your spoon once you’d slid your plates over to him, setting down his phone he’d been scrolling on previously.

The two of you chatted for a bit, occasionally playing and kicking each other under the table like children as you poked fun at one another until you recognized his facial expression. He’d come to another decision.

“I feel so inspired. Let’s try everything today.”, he dramatized, placing his hand over his chest with a wink, “Cafe Hopping.”

Just as he promised, he dragged you out to the nearest cafe for round two, stepping in line to order another Iced Americano, this time paired with a small slice of fruit tart. If he was going to keep having sweets, he at least wanted a good serving of fruit for the day. This cafe happened to be much more spacious than the last, making you step closer to Seungkwan, wrapping both your arms around his tightly as you pressed the side of your face into it.

“Do you want me to order for you, baby?”, he asked over his shoulder. Relaxing a little, you nodded, thankful for how well he knew you. But still, a little despondent, your mission to be less of a handful was failing again.

“Just a moment, thank you.”, he addressed the barista with his best smile before pulling you behind him letting you hug him, pressing your face into his back for security and hushedly speaking over his shoulder again, “Tell me what you want, Baby Boo.”

Through your whispers, he finally managed to order your two drinks and choice of dessert as he rubbed his thumb against your back to assure you. You felt a little shy about eating so much this time around, so you settled on one and waddled behind Seungkwan while he hunted for good seats. Though it was up for debate whether it was good news or bad, Seungkwan found you seats on a navy blue sofa (figures) where you could sit side by side while enjoying the ambiance of the cafe.

“Let’s go somewhere special next.”, he tapped at his phone, pulling up some popular spots as he finished his tart and tried a sip of one of your sweet drinks, “I think I’ll never eat anything sweet again after today. I have my sweet Baby Boo, anyways.”

Giggling, you offered him a sip of the other drink you held in your hand which was an interesting tea that caught your attention and was much less sweet, especially after having anything that had lots of sugar in it.

“Oh, that one’s much better. Let me have some more.”, he leaned over to take a sip but you quickly pulled it away.

“Drink your coffee! It’s not sweet at all! This one’s mine.”, you poked your lips out at him.

“You don’t wanna share with your Daddy? My coffee is almost gone. Give me some.”, he leaned against you roughly, nearly pushing you over, but you were happy to push right back.

“I’ll take that kiss instead?”, he raised his eyebrows, natural puppy eyes compelling you to listen to what he said as he leaned for your straw while you thought about it. But you were just a little faster. It was fun to play with him. You learned from the best, of course. Him and all your favorite uncles.

“You’re no fun.”, he huffed, reading reviews of a cafe he was interested in while he finished off his third americano of the day.

“Hm?”, he looked at you as you put your drink in his hand. You liked winning, but making your Daddy happy was just as nice. After a small sip, the corner of his lips curled at your precious action and he tilted his head to rest against yours.

“Finish your drink, baby.”, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your head before pulling up directions to the next chosen cafe. His affection only made you feel smaller, the line between age dreaming and regressing almost blurring. Obeying, you placed the straw between your lips and peeked at his phone screen as he moved his maps around, checking the subway route.

“I suppose we have nothing better to do…”, he sighed to himself, “Okay! This next one we will have to ride the subway for a short bit. But I promise you’ll like it.”

A hop, skip and a step later, the two of you sat in the train, watching the world outside speed by. Playing with the ring on his littlest finger, you listened to him ramble on about the last time he was on a train and his recent adventures with the guys.

“Thank you.”, he intertwined your fingers, bringing them to his lips and leaving them there. One building passed, two, three.

“Huh?”, you had zoned out a little, both your heart and your mind floaty as you’d listened to him talk. But now he was thanking you. Blinking at him with big, confused eyes, you waited for him to continue.

“For letting me be with my Baby Boo.”, he whispered, cracking a smile, making a heart with his free hand using his first finger and his thumb, “I love youuu~”

Boo Seungkwan, in that moment, wanted to say much more. That you were never a burden on him. How much he loved being with you and caring for you. How he’d protect you and how you had nothing to ever be embarrassed about. But he settled for ‘I love you’. He’d tell you all those things and more but firstly he wanted to see you smile.

Quickly you reached out and took the heart, pulling his hand down but he only got louder, attracting attention from a few of the people sitting around you.

“I love you! I love you! I love you!”, he chanted until you retrieved your other hand from his and slapped them both over his mouth.

“I love you.”, you whispered back, giggling as you slowly lowered your hands.

“You’re lucky.”, he pouted, putting his arm around you and pulling you close, turning his head to rest his nose in your hair, “You’re lucky I love you.”

Even as you approached the third cafe, obliviously hand-in-hand, you let him guide you, not believing this was the spot he’d chosen. But Seungkwan deserved a little more credit than that. Seoul’s very own Kakao Friend’s Ryan cafe!

“Woaah. We’re really going here, Daddy???”, you awed, squeezing his hand to contain your excitement.

“My back is right here. You can pat it now.”, he nodded with a smirk.

“Dummy.”, you frowned, pretending to be annoyed by his response before hugging him once you’d finally stopped in line.

It was a little more crowded than the previous cafes, being such a popular scene, but you hardly noticed, the cute decor drawing your attention.

“He looks like you, Daddy!”, you teased, tugging his arm toward the nearest Ryan statue. Lowering his brows in attempts to mimic the look of the character, he coaxed a giggle from you and pulled out his phone.

“Do you wanna take a picture with Ryan??”, he held up his phone but you were already getting in place. Feeling small next to the large cute character friend, you pouted, looking around at the large space becoming even more congested.

“Can you take it with me?”, you reached out for his hand, feeling unwanted eyes on you. Turning left then right, Seungkwan began looking for the nearest warm looking person, calling them over, bowing and asking if they minded taking just one photo of the two of you.

After a quick photo, you returned to the line, though you’d lost your spot when you’d left before. Usually, neither of you minded a little waiting but with so many people around, you felt nervous and exposed. Turning to hide in his chest, you directed his arms around your shoulders, boxing you in close.

“Are you feeling shy again, babygirl~”, he sang faintly, feeling a little claustrophobic himself.

Your head moved in little nods as he walked forward with you, the line shortening little by little.

“Hmm. What do you want to get this time, baby? Look at all the cute treats. Do you want some cake, or maybe some pudding??”, he squeezed you before opening his arms just enough to invite you to turn around and look at the displays now that you’d finally gotten close enough to see them in detail.

There were so many colorful, tasty looking treats with hand-drawn, smiling faces to choose from. Endless beverages, all with a cute, Ryan themed twist. It would make any little one beam with wonderment, and you were surely not immune.

Looking around, your eyes fluttered as you took it all in, display by display. By the time you reached the register, you knew exactly what you’d wanted. Seungkwan chuckled, practically holding you back as your bubbliness emerged, reciting off each of the treats you’d chosen. In addition to three very contrasting flavored drinks; a Ryan macaron, a pudding, a slice of cake, almost anything they had with a cute character painted on top was listed on the screen with a hefty total for Seungkwan’s wallet. He could feel his demise, the sugar comatose he’d certainly face when it was his turn to finish them.

“Are you sure you want all of that? Daddy can only eat so much.”

“But they’re so cute. I’ll eat a lot! I promise!! You said I could get whatever I wanted today!”, you frowned, using your pouty baby charms that had melted through his will before you’d even finished speaking.

“Okay.”, he yielded, knowing very well you couldn’t eat as much as you were ordering. When it was his turn, he stuck to what he liked best. An iced americano would be his best option for breaking up all the sweetness his poor stomach would be consuming for your sake.

“Now we just need to find a good place to sit.”, he turned around, pleasantly surprised at how a good portion of the crowd had cleared up by the time your order was ready.

“Oh-“, he struggled, his arm, drink in hand, going around you as you nearly stumbled past him to steady you. If not for his quick save, you might have taken a spill and your sweets with you, “- careful, Baby Boo.”

The corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile as you accepted his help, letting him carry half of your treats to a table. Sitting across from each other, he snapped some photos of you and your table full of treats for safekeeping and happily let you feed him bites of the ones you found most delicious.

“Daddy, is it really cafe hopping if you only order americanos?”, you squint at him, swaying your feet under the table as you cleaned your spoon again.

“I like what I like. Drink your…. Whatever that is.”, he poked the spoon he’d fetched from the counter to split your desserts with you at the mug filled with cream and different sweets sticking out of it.

“You sound like a grandpa…”, you mumbled as you indeed tried a cautious sip of the hot liquid.

“Yah! What was that?!”, he spat, having definitely heard you.

“The fall from Daddy to Grandpa is hard.”, he sulked, taking another drink from his americano as he looked up at you from his phone, hoping you’d correct him. But knowing his antics, you just giggled and took another bite of your half eaten pudding.

Finally, the plates, mugs and bowls were clean and Seungkwan was hunched over in his chair, holding his stomach and throwing a fit for your attention.

“My stomach is going to explode. Do you feel bad? Making me eat all your leftovers. I can never eat this many sweets again.”, he sat up to see your lips pursed, trying not to smile. His sulking, given his best efforts, really was cute. It wasn’t totally your fault, he had a will of his own, and the four large coffees along with sips he’d taken from yours didn’t help his case. Standing from the table, he gathered his things and held his hand out for yours.

“What’s this?”, he grabbed his phone as it began buzzing in his pocket, turning it to see a call from one of his Hyungs.

“Jeonghan Hyung. Have you eaten?”, he asked, greeting him as usual, waiting to hear why he’d received a call since he’d definitely sent a photo of you at the Ryan cafe to the group chat.

“Yah! We’re close by! Bring y/n to dinner. Cheol is buying!!”, Jeonghan reported, yelping not a moment later, most likely from whatever punishment Seungcheol had unleashed on him, having never agreed to that.

“Ohh, you’re close. Ah, well. Y/n ate too many treats so she’s feeling sick. And she’s small today. I think I’ll have to take her home, so I can’t come out tonight. Sorry.”, he explained as the two of you walked towards the door, wincing and putting his finger to his lips to insist you go along with his story.

“Ah. Okay, understood… Take care of her.”

After ending the call, you kicked Seungkwan in the shin, letting yourself out of the building casually and not as the eager escape you were actually making.

“Ah shi-“, he limped dramatically, his expression petulant and begging for mercy.

“Excuses!! What if I wanna see Hannie??”, you asked, glancing at his walking stance as the two of you strolled down the sidewalk. You hadn’t meant to kick your poor Daddy too hard.

“You want to see Jeonghan Hyung so bad, you kick your Daddy? What is this?”, he teased.

“You’re the one who's sick, dummy.”, you looked at up him dejectedly, with an angry pout.

“Wahhh~ you’re so cute when you’re angry, Baby Boo. But don’t be angry with Daddy.”, he laughed softly, pulling you to his chest in the middle of the path.

“Grandpa”

“Seungcheol Hyung is twice as old as I am! How am I the grandpa?!”, he pushed you away, though not any harder than playful. Seungkwan was a very physical man, but he was never anything but gentle with you.

“I’m tellin Cheolie you said that!”, you skipped ahead towards the way you came, leaving him behind and sulking again.

“Yah! What’s he gonna do??”, he called after you, totally not intimidated by your threat at all.

“Okayyyy. Then you won’t mind if I call him right-“

“Okay okay. I’ll buy you ice cream so shut up.”, he caught up, swiftly reaching down to take your hand in his for the remainder of your journey to the station, swinging back and forth as he pulled you close.

Ice cream was the perfect olive branch, but the thought of food had both of you queasy. Your shared silence was his answer.

“You’re right, you’re right. I’ll buy you ice cream next time.”

🧸End Note: she/her giving me the ick rn but I still feel babygirl 🤭 we age dreaming againnn. One of my many Seungkwan fic ideas is born! Longest fic I have ever written. I have no excuses other than it’s SEUNGKWAN DAY!!! for the beautiful man who always finds his way into my biasline even when I lock the door and throw away the key to my heart. Every time he posts I swear I get new fic inspo. Eventually I’m sure I’ll have so many Seungkwan fics posted here (I have so many ideas I swear I have the biggest crush on I’m in love with this man) ANYWAYS Happy Birthday Professor Boo!!! PS EVERYONE GO LISTEN TO HIS NEW COVER, TIME LAPSE RNNNNN THANK YOU BOOO 🤧💗~ 🐶🐰🍓

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hwasbaby · 4 months

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agh i miss kwannie :(( i wish i had one of him in my life lol — 🎬

GENDERNEUTRAL | ANGST + FLUFF | ft. Uncle Joshua

Wc: 800

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Boom Boom

You had been spending a lot of time Joshua. One on one. Just the two of you. No one else.

And it seemed like each time Seungkwan tried to join in, or anyone really, Baby and Jisoo time would come to an abrupt end. Things were quickly hidden away, whispers now silence. It was cute at first, two people he loved with all of his heart, voice and soul were spending time together. A lot of time together. Each time or another returning with a new bracelet, beaded or braided, handcrafted by Joshua and tied around your delicate wrist.

The fond smiles as he watched you toddle off for Shua time slowly turned to pouts and huffs, soon spiraling into unpleasant feelings. Especially with the way you seemed so perfectly trained to dodge his questions about your time together and what you’d get up to. He finally ‘snapped’ when Lee Chan himself made a harmlessly cute comment.

“Y/n kinda looks like a bunny lately, yea? Or maybe that just because they spend so much time with Shua Hyung. Double Bunny.”, Chan laughed, holding up two fingers behind his head while checking his angles on his cell phone camera.

A bunny? Double bunny? Shua Hyung? But you weren’t a bunny at all. You weren’t like Joshua. You were like him. His BBB (Baby Boo Bear). Grumpy Kwannie decided to stay from then on.

Leaving Boo to his thoughts, Chan took off to go out with a few of the guys, not noticing how deep Seungkwan had sunk over one simple comment. Checking the time, he hadn’t realized how long he’d sat there, waiting for you so that the two of you could go to bed. So with a never ending pout, he trudged to his room and fell backwards onto his bed with a loud sigh.

When you finally made an appearance , you were barely able to contain your excitement, hopping in place once you’d found Boo, on his phone in bed. This time no new bracelet joined the few that we’re currently tied around your wrist, but that didn’t really matter. Or did it? That’s where you’d been all afternoon.

“Appa!! Appa, I found you!”

“Shua Hyung didn’t make you another bracelet this time?”, he asked without looking up from the meaningless scrolling on his phone.

“Huh??”, you asked, not dwelling on it too long before your precious agenda again occupied your mind, “Appa!! I gotta show you something!!”

“Why don’t you go show Joshua… Hyung.”, Boo added the honorific at the end with a roll of his eyes, his jealousy getting the best of him.

“But I made it for you…”, you frowned, your hands still holding the small object he hadn’t bothered to lift his head to look at until now.

A small bracelet, just larger than yours, beaded with baby blue, navy and silver beads of different sizes rested in your hands. You’d laid it out flat in your palms to show off your craftsmanship in its entirety. Tension formed between Seungkwan’s brows as they knitted together, many unidentified emotions swirling in his head.

“You made this for Appa?”, he asked, reaching out to take it with your permission.

“Shua taught me!! It took a long time to get it just right.”, you explained, shyly holding up the bracelets tied around your wrist, “I wanted to make pretty ones like Shua does for you, Appa.”

“Come here, baby. Let’s see.”, he opened his arms for you, letting you crawl into his lap, holding up the bracelet proudly.

“It’s so prett-“, Seungkwan suddenly gasped, “What happened to your poor little fingers, baby???”

Taking them in his hands, he kissed each navy blue bandaid on random sections of your fingers, looking up at you with worry.

“My fingers got all red so Shua got me bandaids. Appa likes blue right??”

And he felt quite silly for his feelings as he sat there with you so giggly in his lap, so proud and so eager for his approval. By god you had it, of course you did.

“I do. I do, baby. Aigoo… you worked so hard, didn’t you, baby boo?”, he frowned, pressing his lips to your fingers over and over.

“Can we put it on??”, you held up the bracelet again, beaming ear to ear with hopeful, shining eyes.

Immediately he helped you tie it to his wrist, making a promise to himself to never get so jealous over something so silly and to be happy when you spent time with the people he loved. This promise was broken two hours later, the two of you having a late night snack when one of his previously favorite people came home for the evening. But the way you so eagerly ran and jumped into Moon Junhui’s arms would have to be discussed another day.

🧸Endnote: YOUR CALL HAS BEEN HEARD! And I am the angst queen so I had to give Boo his first angst 🤭 my first real jealousy troupe. I know this isn’t what we were expecting but I’m biased x5 😅 so BooShua? Absolutely 🫶 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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GENDERNEUTRAL | FLUFF | mentions of alcohol

Wc: 836

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Eunoia

Seungkwan knew it was time to pack up with the way you were giggling sleepily, your head landing on his shoulder or Jihoon’s when you swayed left or right. The first time you’d done it, half the members went silent in horror, waiting for Jihoon’s reaction. A unison sigh of relief filled the room when Jihoon simply reached over and ruffled your hair, leaving your head where it was before knocking back his drink. None of the guys minded when Seungkwan brought you around, in fact, they quite enjoyed it.

“Leaving already??”, Jeonghan complained when Seungkwan started the struggle of putting on your jacket, his bag already ready to go next to him.

“It’s about that time, isn’t it?”, Seungcheol checked his watch, sucking air through his teeth at the time, “Oh, yeah. It’s way past baby’s bedtime.”

“Don’t wanna! Wanna stay, Appa!”, you pouted.

And there it was. Proof it was time to head back. Though you didn’t mind regressing when certain members were around, all of them? And in public? Boo just knew your face would turn scarlet red the moment someone brought it up tomorrow.

“We stayed out long past your bedtime, honey bear. Go around and say your goodbyes so we can head home.”, he pinched your cheek before turning you and sending you around the table.

Seungkwan wasn’t usually so strict, but with himself being intoxicated and nearly as tired as you, he had to make sure he got you home safe and sound more than anything. After saying goodbye, catching a few hugs and kisses from a select few members, Boo took your hand in his and called a taxi.

On the ride home, your arguments now felt silly with how quickly you’d fallen asleep under his arm. Your breath was gentle, but warm. Letting his posture relax, he moved your hair from your face so you could rest peacefully, before his hand returned to your shoulder, thumb rubbing in small movements as he watched you sleep. The city passed quickly in the night, the streetlamps highlighting your short trip home. After tipping and thanking the driver, Seungkwan hitched you up on his back and carried you inside.

“Come on, Baby Boo. Gotta get you ready for bed.”

Much to the boys’ disappointment, after a long evening out drinking with the guys to celebrate their 8-year anniversary, Seungkwan finally stumbled into your apartment with you on his back after refusing round three. Significantly more sober out of the two of you, he’s stuck with the task of getting you both ready for bed. You’ve already begun to fall asleep by the time he got you to the bathroom, your head against his chest and your muscles threatening to drop your full weight wherever it may land at any moment.

Deciding he was also too tired to put you both through the process of showering, he opted for setting you up on the counter and pulling your hair up and out of your face so he could work on removing your makeup and brushing your teeth. Usually, you didn’t put up too much of a fight with the toothbrush, but tonight, half asleep, half regressed, fully drunk, you had a bone to pick with having any objects inserted into your mouth.

“Baby…”, he begged, holding your head straight by your squishy cheeks so he could finish up this nightly activity that neither of you were enjoying. He almost wonders if he should have taken any of his Hyungs’ offers to help.

“Spit”, he pointed to the sink besides you.

Happy to rid your mouth of the frothy sweet paste, you spat and then once more. Without much of a warning, your eyes still closed, a cool, thick liquid was being rubbed over your cheeks and around your face, making you whip your head away and whine.

“Nn!”, you fought further, just wanting to lay your head down on his shoulder and sleep.

“Oh, I know, baby bear. But we have to wash your face.”, he sighed, “You’ll thank me in the morning.”

Finishing up with a soft washcloth, Seungkwan continued with your usual skincare on the floor with your head in his lap. Satisfied, he patted your cheeks with a soft giggle seeing you doze off. With only little adjustments of your limbs, he finishes his own skincare and gets you into your pajamas. He wiped a small strand of drool from your lips and rested your head on his shoulder again so he could lift you in his arms.

“Aishh… Baby Boo, you’re so cute, it shortens my lifespan.”, he huffs, setting you down in bed.

It didn’t take too much work to get you curled up in his arms, a plushie between you and your thumb in your mouth. Once the lights were out and his eyes were closed like yours, Seungkwan hit the shut-off button, crashing with a battery drained past empty. But he’d go as long as he needed to, to take care of his little one.

🧸Endnote: more Boo yes I know but it’s always Boo hours 😭 he’s just… home. 🥹💖 so have another little short of my fav tangerine puppy boy because I can’t help but write about him 😪 also no reason for this song title other than I like it 😭 ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY 🎬 ANONIE FOR EDITING 🥰🤭 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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sleeping should b one of the 8 fantasies in the world

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i love naps and sleep

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rain is cold and noisy

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i dont like rain :((

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FEMME-READER | ANGST+FLUFF | Chinese/Korean phrases

Wc: 2.6k+

Definitions: Shùshu; Father’s younger brother, Bāobèi; baby, Xiao Jiahuo; pet name for a young child, Didi; younger brother, Samchon; Uncle

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

✧˖°Collab w/ 🎬 anon ⋆˙⟡♡

Psycho

It was a rough and early morning start for Jun. Though often he was a morning person, the first to wake up, the first to wake up everyone else, he’d been preparing for this day for weeks. It was starting to take its toll, but that would never stop him. After doing the bare minimum to clean up after dragging himself out of bed, leaving the rest to his stylists, he was ready to shoot a scene for his newest single, Psycho. Tiptoeing carefully through the house, he had tried to be as quiet as possible, as to not wake his little one. He’d had trouble enough putting you down for bed the night before so you needed all the sleep you could get. But similarly to the sharp, tiny creature, you had the ears of an owl. And so, he inevitably felt a tug-tug on the hem of his sweater, a set of sleepy, pleading eyes looking up at him.

“Daddy, don’t go ‘way!!” you begged, bouncing on the balls of your feet, your bottom lip quivering, your eyes tired and weary.

No matter how exhausted you were, you didn’t want your Daddy to go anywhere without you. So he found himself changing you into a matching sweater and leggings and picking you up, along with his belongings, to head off to the film set. But first, you needed to learn some ground rules.

“Okay baby, you can come with Daddy, but you gotta promise you won’t peek because Daddy’s work might be scary for a little one like you, okay?”, he gently bounced you in his arms with a smile, “You can play on Daddy’s phone but no calling ANY of your samchons-“

He eyed you knowingly, noting your giggles with a shake of his head. Always your first instinct when his phone was at finger length.

“-because every single one of them is still sleeping right now. think you can handle that for me?”

You nod your head, albeit disappointed. you wanted to watch your Daddy work, after all. Each time left you awestruck, but you couldn't fathom breaking your daddy’s heart, so you agreed.

“Can call Shùshu Hao when he wake up?” you asked hopefully, playing with the long sleeves of your sweater.

The person you loved the most right after your daddy had to be your Shùshu Hao, and you asked to call him whenever you had your little hands on Jun’s phone. Minghao never minded of course, it was always fun to give Jun a little grief and see his favourite little one.

“You have to send him a message first, to make sure he’s awake. You know how Shùshu Hao likes his sleep. But yes, if he’s awake, you can call him until Daddy’s done .”

Clapping your hands with a satisfied giggle, you lay your head against the crook of his neck letting yourself rest a little more as he carried you down to the waiting car. When you finally arrived, you were a ball of energy. You wanted to see anything and everything, peek at all the equipment and maybe have a staff member show you how the special effects worked to make your Daddy shine during his performance. As much as it pained him, Jun immediately scooped you up before you could go wild.

“Okay!”, he grabbed you in his arms before you could zoom past him, “Not so fast, little one. Didn’t you make a promise to me, baby?”

Kicking at the ground, you crossed your arms over your chest blowing just a little huff from the pout on your lips, “Daddy din’ say no runnin’ ‘round...”

“Well Daddy’s saying it now, no? Can you be a good girl and sit quietly for me? Play a game on my phone, no peeking?”, he couldn't help but coo at your pursed lips, bouncing you lightly on his hip.

Jun had been worried you’d be frightened by what you saw, the set itself was intimidating enough. From his age check with you earlier, you were feeling around three years old, and he knew dealing with a terrified three year old, trying to convince you that he was still your Daddy and not some scary villain would be extremely difficult to say the least.

Sitting you down in a large, comfy chair behind the camera, his heart warmed at the sight of you practically drowning in it.

“Aigoo, Bāobèi,” he purred, pinching your cheeks. “Daddy loves you. Be good, kay? Remember Daddy’s rules.” he gave you a final, small kiss on the nose and placed his noise canceling headphones over your ears, as you eagerly reached for the phone to do whatever it was you liked to do on there.

Not even an hour had passed before the growling of your tummy distracted you from your cat collecting game (one you’d taken over from your Daddy). Jun had rushed you out of the house after you’d changed, only grabbing you a banana before you left. Usually, a foodie himself, he’d make sure you had a full tummy before the two of you went anywhere. But short on time, he’d remembered there’d be food on set for him to feed you when they had their first break. Though you ignored it at first, eventually you lowered the phone, keeping your eyes in your lap like you promised, having a hard think.

Surely your Daddy wouldn't mind if you broke the rules to ask a staff member for food, or even better, your Daddy himself? Food was certainly very important for little babies. So you placed his phone and headphones on your chair and toddled over to where everyone was standing and where Jun was currently filming.

The lighting, the contrasting clothing, it was all harsh on your eyes, your hands rushing to rub them. Though it was a little confusing, It wasn’t your first set so your eyes scanned the faces looking for your favourite one. When you finally found him, you felt a tightness in your throat. The man wearing black and leather looked like your Daddy but not. Dark makeup lined his eyes, his expression shifting drastically, startlingly. Dead, angry, maniacal. The crowd of dancers creeped around in striped shirts following their calculated choreography as they surrounded him. No longer muffled by the headphones, loud music boomed in your ears, and an almost familiar voice sang angry words in a language you’d come to know as Chinese. But it wasn’t sweet or soft or silly like it used to be as it came from his lips.

Never had you seen your Daddy angry before. Surely this couldn’t be him, it couldn’t be your Daddy. Only a scary man who looked like him and had his voice and careful movements sharp and smooth. Quickly the scene before you blurred, confusion spiraling into fear as hot tears filled your eyes.

Before you realized it, your feet were carrying you back to your chair, faster and faster until the headphones were in your hands and over your ears. You let it drink you up again, curling into a tight ball with your eyes closed tightly, trying desperately to keep your tears at bay. So tightly that spots filled your vision in the darkness behind your eyelids but even that was not enough to keep the flashes images from haunting you. Jun - no - not Jun’s villainous face at the front of your mind, an evil smile striking a piercing fear into your heart.

“No.. no..”, you rubbed at your eyes furiously, trying to make it go away, your fists wet with tears.

When the director called for a break, Jun ran over to you eagerly with a shining smile on his face. He was feeling good about the progress they’d made, the vision for Psycho truly coming to life. But his movements slowed when he saw you balled up. You had woken pretty early so it wasn’t a surprise that you may have drifted off.

“Hi, my sweet baby. Daddy’s almost done, Okay? I promise. You feeling sleepy?”, he stood over the chair, cooing softly, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder. Though the movement was tiny, his hand froze immediately feeling you flinch away from him.

“Baby?? Hey, what's wrong?”

When you turned, just a little, then a little more until he was clear in front of you, smokey eyeliner and all, immediately you burst into tears. Too excited to see his baby, he hadn’t taken off his makeup or changed out of his clothes, not even to prepare for the next set.

“Sweetie, what's going on?? Why are you crying? Is Daddy’s makeup too scary?”, Jun knelt by your side, his eyes heavy with worry.

“Daddy no Daddy!! Daddy scary!! T-too many people n’ Daddy yelling n’ angry and–” hiding your face in the chair from his frightening appearance, your sobs caught in your throat, little hiccups preluding the most broken, drawn out wail. Jun could swear he heard his heart break right then and there.

“Baby… Oh, my baby girl, please don’t be scared. Daddy’s just pretending, okay?”, he risked moving closer, laying his head against you, “it’s like when Cheolie samchon dressed as a biiiig cherry for Halloween, yea? Do you remember that??

A moment, just a short moment, passed before you nodded quietly against the chair. He lifted his head with a small smile, finally able to rest his hand on your arm.

“Daddy is just pretending to be not Daddy right now! All of it is pretend. There’s no need to be scared, my little one. Daddy is still Daddy, and still loves you so much, yeah?”

Even though you nodded, he could feel you weren’t fully convinced. Rubbing his thumb against you, he had a thought that was sure to cheer his baby up.

“Wanna call your Shùshu Hao? He can tell you all about when he plays pretend too. We can call him over here, yea, baby?”, he offered, feeling you relax a little as you contemplated.

At this, you finally lifted your tear streaked face and nodded for a third time.

“Can I give my baby a kiss?”

Another nod. He maneuvered you around to face him fully, stroking your cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms around you. How scared and alone you had felt without him instantly melted away as you clung to him.

Twenty or so minutes later, you were sitting happily on your Shùshu Hao’s lap, munching on a bungeoppang and swinging your legs as you watched a Going Seventeen episode. Hao watched along in between critiquing Jun as he filmed.

“Nice, right?”, Jun mouthed, wiggling his eyebrows as he revealed his third outfit, head-to-toe red leather.

“No no, Jun Ge, you look silly. Xiao jiahuo, doesn’t your daddy look silly?” Minghao’s tongue poked at the inside of his cheek as his finger poked at yours.

“Daddy look like a big st’awbi!” You exclaimed, to which Jun and Hao both giggled.

“Feeling all better now, baby?” Hao asked, shaking you playfully in his lap.

“a lil’.” you mumbled, scrunching up your nose.

“So cutie, what if we go get ice cream? Just baby and Shùshu Hao time?”, he grinned, the shaking reduced to gentle sways back and forth.

“Yah!! Minghao dìdì, I see you plotting with my baby.”, Jun surprised the two of you, appearing out of nowhere to scoop you up in his arms.

“But Daddy, Shùshu gon’ gib me ice c’eam!” you giggle, pinching at your Daddy’s cheeks like he always did to you as he mockingly pouted his ‘sympathies’.

“But Daddy can get you ice cream too. Much better ice cream than your Shùshu ever could.”, most maturely, he stuck his tongue out over your shoulder at Minghao who only smirked in response.

“Xiao jiahuo, your Daddy is being an even bigger baby than you are.” he said, booping your nose.

“Wahh…Bāobèi, say it isn't so!!”Jun gasped dramatically, but you ignored him, as the phone in your hand started speaking.

“Jun hyung?”

“Jihoon samchon!!” you squealed, squirming excitedly in Jun’s grasp.

Jun only sighed but an unmistakable grin still glowed warmly on his face. You really couldn’t resist calling up any of the boys once a phone was in your hands. Jihoon was another of your favorite uncles. Although he was reserved and quiet, he still had the soft spot for you, and you used it every chance you could get.

“Hmm, baby? Why’d you call?” Jihoon held his phone up over his face to see you clearly. He was still lying in bed, barefaced and hair mussed.

“Shùshu and Daddy wan’ go fo’ ice c’eam n I wan’ you to come too.” you pouted. Most of the boys were absolute suckers for your big, pleading eyes, your Daddy being the worst of all.

“Aww, I'd love that. Want me to invite some others too?”, at this you nodded your head excitedly.

“Just don’t invite everyone, you know it’ll be too chaotic.'' Jun took the phone, warning Jihoon lightly, his signature smile still soft in its place.

But really, he was more worried of how you'd feel regressed in front of all thirteen men, but he wouldn't say that in front of you. He couldn’t stand to see anymore tears from his baby. Luckily, Jihoon understood.

“You got it..” he nodded.

“Bye bye, Hoonie samchon!!” you cried out, poking your head back into view of the camera as Jihoon waved a short goodbye before hanging up.

“You're so spoiled by your samchons, but you know that, don’t you?” Jun teased as he lowered you into Minghao’s lap hearing someone call out a one minute warning on set.

“Be a good girl for Shùshu, okay?”

With a giggle you agreed, squeaking just a little when Minghao squeezed you tight.

“I thought i'd die when your Daddy took you away!!” Minghao half whined with a laugh once Jun was safely out of swinging distance.

“Now you’re silly, Shùshu!!”, you shook your head.

Jihoon and the others still hadn’t arrived by the time Jun had finished filming and even took off his makeup so the three of you headed out, ready to call him up again.

“Hoonie’s here!!”, you jumped down from Jun’s arms and ran down the sidewalk, right through the narrow space between Cheol and Joshua and straight into Jihoon’s arms.

“Couldn’t wait another second, huh?”, he laughed, bouncing you on his hip for a second before handing you over to Joshua and Chan and shaking off the lovebug leech he liked to call Hoshi so some of the other guys could greet you while he had a word with your Daddy.

“She handle today alright?”, he asked as they walked to their next destination to get you the very best ice cream, at least within the vicinity.

They’d all talked about Jun’s concept a lot over the past couple months. It was expertly crafted to say the least. But appropriate for a three year old?? Maybe not so much.

“Maybe not the best. But that’s on me. I probably should have left her with you today.”, Jun laughed, giving Minghao a friendly elbow to the arm.

“Are you gonna let her watch the music video when it’s out?”, Jihoon pressed.

You were Jun’s responsibility, and it was ultimately his choice. But the guys cared for you a whole lot.

“Absolutely not.”

The three of them let out a few laughs loud enough to catch your attention again and bring you right back to your Daddy from the silly shenanigans of the other members who were currently acting out some of Jun’s choreography.

“Not while my little baby is little.”, he smiled at you, kissing your cheek with a loud “mwah” once he had you on his hip again, “Right?”

“Right!”, you giggled, having not a single clue what they were talking about but your Daddy was always right (when it was convenient).

🧸Endnote: I had so much fun working on this Collab for my Junnie with our now infamous 🎬 anon!! They want to remain anonymous but that doesn’t mean we can’t hype them up 😏🤭💖 they worked very hard on this so let’s give them some love!! 🥰 would you want to see more collabs in the future? 🫣 ALSO JUST FINDING OUT THAT HAO WAS ACTUALLY ON SET WITH JUN ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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FEMME-READER | FLUFF | Size regression

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Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Run to You

By no means was Jeonghan out of shape or weak. He was known to be able to pull great athletic feats and have seemingly endless energy out of nowhere when the time arose. But most times, his stamina was short and he’d more than often rather be asleep, surviving on too much caffeine from a stream of never ending iced americano and his responsibility to you; his hyper little angel. And, God, did you like to keep him on his toes.

Thankfully, he wasn’t completely alone in looking after you, making sure you got out all your zoomies before bedtime. Every so often, he’d call up his dongsaengs and set up a playdate with a little who was sure to tire you out.

“Thanks, Jihoon-ah. Really… I love my little gremlin but I don't know how you handle yours.”, Jeonghan chuckled into his cell, pulling his lip between his teeth as he leaned back to peek around the corner, making sure you were still where he left you. The only time you seemed to sit still was when you were sitting in front of the television with your favorite snack.

Ending the call with a small smile, he finished getting his bag together, making sure his baby would have anything you could possibly need and some you didn’t for your afternoon at the park. When you were finished eating, he began the long process of chasing you around, yelling after your giggles that were surely insanity, and making sure you were ready in your play clothes. And he still had to figure out how to get ready himself. All the while, running in circles, he reminded himself that the pay off would be well worth it.

“Okay, angel. Up.”, Jeonghan shook his hair out of his eyes, tossing his bag over his shoulder with a huff and held his arms out. He enjoyed this part, trying not to grin at the way your face always lit up.

“Uppies!!”, you giggled, running toward his arms so he could lift you and prop you on his hip with a drawn-out groan as he straightened his back. Thank god it was only you around, he’d have to admit he was getting old.

“We are gonna go get Appa a coffee before we stop at the park. Think you can manage?”, he chuckled, carrying you out the door.

“Uh-huh! Can I hab a strawberry milk again?”, you asked, twirling and curling his soft, black hair around your fingers as he walked you down the hall.

None of his friends could ever understand why Jeonghan constantly ignored their advice. Especially when he so frequently, and annoyingly, one might add, complained about being tired and having a broken back. You were perfectly capable of feeding yourself, walking on your own, drinking from a cup, yet still, Jeonghan wouldn't hear of letting you do a single thing on your own. Sometimes he wondered if he needed you more than you needed him. Couldn’t he just find that in taking care of any of his dongsaengs? No. In fact, he’d rather die. (A joke of course). It was just you. The bond he had with you, the desire to be needed by you, to care for you, couldn’t be replicated in any way. He enjoyed helping you escape, wholeheartedly. You so greatly deserved it.

“You want more sugar? Didn’t Appa let you have cereal for breakfast because you didn’t want eggs?”, he asked, though there was no way he’d say ‘no’ to you. Not in the end anyways.

“I want cereal because Uncle Shuji says Appa cooking is stinky!!” You corrected him quite blatantly with a giggle. Cooking was not one of his many talents, he had to accept that. Still hurt, though.

Sighing with a shake of his head, he put you down in the elevator. After pressing the button for the ground floor, he made sure his wallet was in his pocket, you only wanted to lose that once and Mingyu had lost his enough times for all thirteen of them. Then Jeonghan held his arms out for you again once the elevator door dinged and opened. Not a single smile nor pout for him? So much for ‘your face always lit up’ when he called for you. Maybe he really did need you more than you needed him.

“Can we run to the shop, Appa?”, you asked innocently. Ah, there it was. Your head was always more in space than he could ever imagine it to be. Malicious was not a word in your vocabulary, even when it came to criticisms on his cooking. Your intentions were simple and pure.

Still, frowning at your rejection, Jeonghan looked out the elevator doors, trying to imagine the path to the shop. It was only a couple minutes down the road but he’d likely be chasing after you most of the day anyways.

“How about you save all your energy for Soonyoung-ah, yeah? You little boogers can run your hearts out when we get to the park.”, He prayed for mercy and thankfully, you complied.

With their busy schedules you only got to meet with Soonyoung, sometimes Mingyu, maybe once or twice a month at most. And exactly as he hoped, each time you’d fall asleep not long after he picked you up to carry you home for the evening. You’d be much more docile and cuddly the next couple of days once you’d tired yourself out. The little demon they called Hoshi always managed to be the best outlet for letting out all of your energy.

Jeonghan watched and chatted with you fondly as you pointed out little things during your walk to the park, picking up a rock you deemed was special or spotting a puppy on the streets around you. After stopping for a coffee and that strawberry milk, the two of you made it to your destination fairly quickly. Thankfully, Jihoon always agreed to meet closer to home so Jeonghan wouldn’t have to worry about traveling with you. Though maybe not so lucky for him when dealing with Hoshi.

“Appa~” you complained, sitting on the park bench hand-in-hand in front of the playground “when will Hoonie Soonie get heree??”

“‘Hoonie Soonie’, huh?” Jeonghan logged that one with a snicker before squinting at a Jihoon shaped man in baggy clothes, not that he was dressed much differently, “Oh, there-“

“HORANGHAEEE!!” You squealed, your hand tearing from Jeonghan’s as you ran excitedly across the playground to crash into Hoshi who bounced around with you, more than happy to match, even double your energy. Jeonghan was surprised he was able to dress the kid in two separate articles of clothing. Though it was just a T-shirt and overalls, most of the time it was a battle to get him out of his tiger onesie at all.

The two of you immediately took off in a game of tag while Jihoon found his spot next to Jeonghan, sighing as he leaned back as they watched their little ones, finally able to relax a little now that his little tiger was occupied. But maybe he jinxed himself. An hour full of giggles and squeals later, both you and Hoshi ran up to the bench giggling and covering your mouths.

“Appa…look what I found!” you moved your little hand from behind your back, opening your fist to show a particularly interesting shaped woodchip. After staring at it for a moment, not quite sure how he was meant to react, glancing at Jihoon who had no answer for him, he had no choice but to wing it.

“Wah… can Appa take a closer look? Where’d you find this, Angel? While you were playing by the slide?” Jeonghan smiled a bit too wide, convincing you that you were laying him right into the palm of your hand.

“We found it and this boy tried to-” Hoshi’s mouth was quickly covered by your free hand. Nothing suspicious at all. Jeonghan cracked a genuine smile, his little miss bossy pants.

“Isn’t it cool?? You can have it if you and Hoonie come play with us! But you have to chase us and then we get to chase you!!” You revealed your grand plan. Now how could they say no.

Victoriously, you pulled and tugged on Jeonghan’s sleeve, giggling as you urged him to get up quickly. Hoshi already had Jihoon up who was bickering and cursing under his breath, as expected. The only thing that finally freed them from endlessly circling the playground that seemed a bit too small for two grown men was Jihoon’s suggestion to get food. He knew his little rascal would be hungry sooner or later.

“I want bread! Bread! Bread!” Hoshi chanted, bouncing along as the four of you walked back to the bench to fetch your bags.

“What did we talk about? Real food. You can't just eat bread.” Jihoon threw his bag over his shoulder and held out his hand for the pouting tiger.

“Appa, I want bread too.” you whispered into his ear once Jeonghan picked you up and propped you on his hip again.

“Bread it is!” Jeonghan sometimes gave in a little too easily, but once you had your mind set, it was the path of least resistance. Of course insisting you ate something more nutritious before you could have your bread wasn’t totally giving in.

After dining in at a small restaurant nearby and making sure their two little ones had full tummies, Jeonghan and Jihoon were dragged back to the playground where they’d take part in all of your silly games. This time you and Hoshi were wild animals, a tiger and a bunny, the explorers had to catch in order to stop the end of the world. ‘How or why was the world ending’, you ask? They had no idea.

“That one looks like a fishy!” you pointed at the clouds passing overhead as you lay in Jeonghan’s lap.

The four of you had finally taken a rest on the green, more shaded area outside the playground after Jeonghan almost got on his knees to beg you. Cloud watching could be a pretty fun activity too. Especially on a random afternoon with your Appa and a full tummy at the park.

“That one looks like a tiger!!” Hoshi called out once he finished rolling across the grass back to your little group after attempting to do somersaults a safe distance from Jihoon’s head..

“Yah.. you can't call every cloud you see a tiger.” Jihoon lifted his head from the ground to see the cutest little hamster-like pout.

“Can too.” Hoshi grumbled, flopping on top of his Appa with a thud that had both you and Jeonghan cringing as Jihoon groaned.

“Yea that's enough. You obviously have more energy. I'm gonna go chase him around a bit more before it gets late. Comin’?” Jihoon asked Jeonghan while he sat Hoshi up and straightened out his clothes.

“I think we’re still cloud watching, aren't we Angel?” he smiled, brushing your hair out of your face as if he wasn’t begging for mercy telepathically and hoping you could hear him.

“Still watchin’! That one looks like Uncle Cheolie!!” you giggled.

Following your finger Jeonghan laughed to himself when he spotted the oddly shaped cloud, not quite sure how you’d come to that conclusion. Snapping a picture, he’d be sure to tease him about it later.

The breeze was hitting just right, a gentle wind sweeping through his hair as he watched you watching the sky, Hoshi’s laughter and Jihoon’s squabbling, even the hustle and bustle of the city outside was distant and somehow pleasant. The sun slowly began to lower in the sky, orange pinks, blues, purple and orange blooming through the fluffs of clouds above. Jeonghan’s eyes closed as he took a long, deep breath, opening them again before he dozed off. Much like the sweet, sleepy thing resting now in his lap.

“Asleep already?” Jihoon laughed, picking up his bag from the ground and adjusting Hoshi who he had on his back.

“Too tired to walk?”

“You’re right. But it works every time.” they grinned.

“Same time next week?” Jeonghan pulled you into his arms and stood up with his things, your head finding its home on his shoulder.

A hopeful sentiment really. It was more likely they wouldn't have another playdate for weeks to come. But they’d enjoy the payoff of this one while they had the chance. Jeonghan, tired and achy limbs and all, would still take the long way home as the light left the sky so he could hold his hyper little angel, asleep in his arms, just a little longer.

🧸Endnote: HAPPY HANNIE DAY!! And happy late bday to me! [1001] Three-year-old size regression validation written for those littles who have deep childhood trauma and need help getting back safely. Also bc if Jeonghan actually tried to pick me up his twig paper mache bones would literally… 😭 wah anyways. I know i'll be very busy for the month of ocotober, i would like to be able to work on and post maybe a short halloween headcanon or drabble with Admin II so keep your eye out for that <3 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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