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Rintaro watches Kaiya, and nine times out of ten, he's the most through, loving husband and father you could ever ask for. He’s mindful of what he’s doing with his daughter, but still leaves her a small amount of independence that lets her little six year old mind thrive.
But one out of ten, he crumbles. This time, is the one.
Rintaro’s finally splurged money on this game to play with osamu and akagi, and both of them are finally on, so he happily sets up Kaiya next to him while he plays, giving her coloring books and toys to make do with quietly.
When she gets bored with that, she curls up on Rintaro’s lap, tiny hands playing with his hair and hitting him with pillows.
Then, finally, after too much normal… she speaks.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, angelface?"
"Wanna be like you," she says, climbing off the couch and rocking back and forth on her heels. “Wanna look like you daddy…” Rintaro flashes a smile and turns to her, pausing the game and turning to her, leaning forwards to kiss her tiny nose akin to yours.
“Kaiya, you can be anything you want to be,” he says, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Mommy and the twins are gonna be home soon, so let’s surprise her, okay?”
“Okay daddy!” She squeals excitedly, her feet toddling back down the hall to the playroom. Rintaro chuckles and shakes his head as he unpauses his game, shooting the enemies and doing a terrible job of censoring when he loses.
He barely processes when you get home, only snapping him out of his zone when you kiss his head and he jumps a foot in the air.
“Hey momma,” he says, pausing his game and stretching. “How was the pediatrician?”
“Look dadda!” Sachiko says, showing him her arm which is covered by a my little pony bandaid.
Rintaro blows his eyes wide, “woah! My brave girl!” He reaches up to pinch her cheek playfully, which she giggles from. “How about you Sachie, you got one?”
“Ripped it off in the car,” you chuckle. “Where’s our other terrors?”
“Akito’s playing his games and Kaiya’s playing dress up,” he answers, flashing you a smile. “She wants to be like me.”
Your brows raise playfully, “oh she does, does she? Wants to be a pain in mommy’s butt?”
“Always,” he says, grinning.
You jostle the twins, “come on, let’s go check on sissy!”
“Otay mumma!”
“Yayyyy!”
Rintaro watches as you walk away with the tiny humans, shaking his head and turning back to his game with a smile, satisfied in his fatherly duties and he can’t wait to take pictures with his little mini-me, dressed in his clothes and-
“KAIYAAAA NAAAAAOOOO!”
You scream. Rin’s heart stops.
Immediately, your shriek rocks the house, making Rintaro absolutely leap off the couch, not even bothering to pause his game and making a dash up the stairs to meet you.
He sees the bathroom door open, his tiny twins watching in awe on the floor now while your hands cover your mouth in horror, and akito laughing into his fist having also been roused from his video games. At least he found this amusing.
When Rintaro pokes his head around the corner to see the action, his jaw slacks as his beautiful six year old, his tiny little mini-me and smart little stink-
Has officially cut her hair.
Short.
Just like his.
“Kaiya!” He begins, more in shock than a scold, “what did you do!”
“Wanna look like you daddy!” She cheers happily.
“THATS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT YOU MEANT!”
The two twins waddle into the room to play with the fallen hair from Kaiya’s head, gathering wads of it and trying to pass it to you.
Akito lays a hand on your shoulder, “Ma? You okay?”
Rintaro rubs a hand along your back, “babe…?”
“I leave you… with her… for FIVE. MINUTES!” You scream, and thankfully, it’s met with laughter from the three littlest children in the room. “What-! I don’t even-! When did-! RINTARO-“
“Hey hey, it’s alright!” He says easily, pulling you in for a hug, “it’s just hair baby, it’ll grow back!”
“SHE COULDVE GOTTEN HURT!”
“But she didn’t-“
“Don’t even start defending, Rintaro,” you snarl, and with fury you walk over to Kaiya and scoop her into your arms to inspect her.
Akito claps a hand on Rintaro’s back with a fresh, “good luck,” before turning on his heel to leave the bathroom and let his father be scolded. Rintaro sighs and moves to pick up the twins in his arms, watching you like a scolded child as you check her for injuries.
“I really didn’t know,” he says softly, planting a kiss to Sachie’s hair. “I just thought… she’d play dress up or something. Wear my jersey or something.”
You sigh and fist your hands tightly, “it’s got nothing to do with the actual hair cut, Rin,” you explain. “And you know I don’t care about leaving her for a bit to play video games. But she could’ve gotten so hurt! Where’d she even get scissors!”
Your teeth are gritted together roughly, so tight he wanted to massage your jaw to make it better.
But he’s positive if he touched you, you’d bite him.
“We were doing arts and crafts,” he answers quietly.
You take a deep inhale in through your nose, then slowly release it from your mouth, “come on Kaiya. Show mommy your crafts.” You bounce her slightly with a smile, “daddy’s gotta go stand in time out until he’s 40!”
She giggles while you two leave, leaving him with the twins playing with the collar of his shirt.
“Mumma mad?” Sachie asks.
“Oh yeah,” he chuckles.
“Dadda bad?” Sachiko asks.
Once again, he chuckles and plants a kiss to their heads, making them giggle and plop wet kisses on his cheeks, “ohhh yeah…
“He sure is, girls.”
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I have. I have an inexplicable need to draw the Dad!AU fam at the Hellfire Gala 👁👁
Logan’s just in a simple tux- it’s what makes him happiest. Even now, he doesn’t like to stick out much, and the classic black-tie look suits him anyway.
Kurt’s definitely in something designer though- sleek and complimenting, and colored so it brings out his stunning gold eyes. It’s a bit more theatrical than the rest of their group. He’s wearing a cape, because of course he is. His partner’s toddler finds the cape amusing, so it’s a winning look in his book.
The girls dresses both match to a certain degree- in color at least. They were made at the same time Jubilee’s outfit was, so lots of the same shimmery yellow and blue fabrics.
Laura’s dress boasts a fluffy skirt that hits her knees, with layers of yellow and blue tulle and accents in navy. She’s got a masquerade mask on a stick that somewhat er resembles the mask of her father’s costume, which she finds she’d much rather use as a sword while playing with the other few kids her age at the party or pillaging the shrimp platter.
Gabby, being only 3, is dressed far more simply, and by far more comfortably. A nicer looking but still soft shirt, yellow and blue to match her sister’s, with bright pink accents that match with Jubilee. There’s lace at the end of the long sleeves, and a blue tutu that fits over a pair of comfy shorts they brought her from home. Highest fashion for a toddler, of course. She loses a shoe somewhere over the course of the evening and then spends the last leg of the party asleep and being shuffled between her father, her stepfather, and her brother’s arms.
Akihiro-…he’s probably wearing the most relaxed looking outfit at the gala. Black leather pants (lord knows where he got those), a dressy, floral printed silk shirt, that he has, fittingly, left mostly unbuttoned, and his ever present pair of aviators, though he seems to have swapped them for a pair with gold accents. It takes Logan all of his willpower not to say anything when he shows up like that ten minutes before they all head out, but he does give his eldest credit for the fact that he’d done his hair very nicely and, despite all else, looked comparatively formal to his usual look.
Now as to how the Dad!AU fam behaves at the Hellfire Gala? That’s a tale for another post 😌
[8.39] dad!jongho × baby!yechan (ft. dad!atez & baby!xikers)
⇀ yechan is such an excitable, happy baby. well, maybe a little too much but nothing jongho can't handle. besides, you both are trying something new on yechan today, that should be fun. right?
⇁ you've heard of hammer time. now is impulse time
genre : fluff, dad!au, baby!au
wc : 3k
baby!xikers collab
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From the moment Yechan was able to walk, both you and Jongho know that you got a particularly hyper baby in your hands.
No matter how much you and Jongho whine and panic over Yechan running away at any chance he got, the both of you are actually very glad your son is a happy baby. Sure, the motto in your house has changed to "oh god, where's Yechan?" and you both had to come up with strategies frequently in case Yechan found a way to break free once again, but you just love him so much to actually complain or hate his little quirk. This was why you came up with a weekly trip to the park so that you can bargain with the little bugger to calm down the rest of the week and let loose on that one day in the park. Well, you voiced your concern to your husband's friends and Yeosang jokingly suggest letting the 'pup' have all the fun he wants in the great outdoors. Little did he know, you'd take the suggestion seriously. Of course, Jongho complained about how his hyung had just insinuated that his son needed to be taken for a walk like a dog, but even you can't deny the boy has some puppy qualities to him.
Unlike his 'cousins', the moment Yechan was strong enough to stand, he immediately tried to run off. This was expected as the baby had once crawled around the house so quickly like a crab running from predator. That day, you and Jongho spent the whole day losing, finding, and caging your son who seemed to be able to slip away no problem. Jongho even boasted that one day his son can be a pro athlete to which Mingi joked that it can also mean that Yechan can potentially be a successful thief. Everyone agreed to Jongho almost immediately, after Jongho pinched a large and very dark bruise to Mingi's back.
Yechan, being the smart kid that he is, was fully aware of the days he was going to be out at the park with his cousins based on how the previous night and morning went. Usually, he'd be tucked into his bed in the middle of his cartoon and in the morning, you'd make him pancakes and let him use as much syrup as he wants and his dad would always have to help him not drown the pancake in a lake of syrup (much to his disappointment). Then, after wiping his mouth clean, you'd carry him to his room and let him pick out what he wants to wear from the selection you've put out. After he was done putting his clothes on, his dad would bring him out and sat him down on the couch to watch his cartoon as you and Jongho got ready yourselves.
Usually, that was it. The moment you said 'let's go, boys', Yechan would get off the couch and have you or his dad put his sneakers on his feet. But today was different, he saw you wearing a dress which you usually won't wear especially when you all were going to the park. And Yechan couldn't help but panic when he saw you putting on high heels with him and his dad just standing there, watching.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jongho asked, sighing as he helped you slip your feet in your shoes without crouching down by holding your hands. You nodded at him as you straighten up, "Yes, and because it's a gift, we are going to try it, okay? See if Yechannie likes it," you turned to look at Yechan who was looking at you with much confusion. "Mommy, let's go?" he asked, tilting his head and raising his arms as if he was asking you to carry him. You cooed and opened your arms to which he immediately ran and hug your legs. Gently, you pat Yechan on his head as you explained the situation, "Mommy needs to go meet some of mommy's friends so you go meet your hyungs with daddy, okay?"
The pout on the baby's face almost foiled your plans of not joining them at the park. But thankfully, Jongho stepped in by grabbing the baby up into his strong arm and pulling you into a quick kiss, "Okay, I see where this is going and you are meeting up with your friends, you're not cancelling," he then gently pushed you to the front door and even opened it to let you out, "Yechan and I will be fine so you just have fun, okay?" This time, it was your turn to pout at your husband. "Fine, but please let me know if anything happens, okay? Especially if any one of them makes fun of Yechan," you huffed. Jongho raised an eyebrow confusedly, "Baby, I don't think Yechan's cousins are going to make fun of him, they're great kids," he defended. You rolled your eyes and sighed at your husband's blatant confusion, "I'm talking about your friends, honey. Particularly the one that sounds like a tea kettle," to which Jongho nodded in understanding. "Don't worry, I can handle him just fine, now you go before you're late." Before you could turn to walk away, Yechan squealed and almost threw himself out of his dad's arms. "Mommy, kiss!" he pouted, arms spread widely and eyebrows furrowed in utter displeasure. You couldn't help but giggle at your baby's adorable clinginess that he definitely got from his dad (much to his denial) and took a step back to properly blow a raspberry to your son's cheeks which made him giggle in delight before leaving.
Soon after you left, Yechan was put back on the couch as Jongho cleaned up some things before going into Yechan's room to retrieve something. When Jongho came back in front of Yechan, he looked back and forth between the item in his hands and his son a couple of times, clearly hesitating to do something. Yechan could only stare up at his dad in confusion, not understanding why his dad seemed so concerned. "Daddy?" Jongho snapped out of his trance at the sound of his baby calling for him, "Let's go?" he grinned widely, excitedly awaiting their departure to the park. Jongho smiled at the innocent boy and nodded, signalling that he could get off the couch and that they both were going out.
Just as Yechan was about to walk to the shoe rack, Jongho stopped him and crouched in front of him. "Buddy, you need to wear this before we go," Jongho said as he began attaching the item in his hand to Yechan's body. Yechan looked down, unsure of what the thing is but didn't feel disturbed. Out of curiosity, Yechan tugged on the straps and felt around to feel where the contraption was but before he could even understand what it is, Jongho had scooped him up and placed him on the porch to put both his and Yechan's shoes on. Once Jongho deemed that everyone was ready, he took Yechan in his arms and locked the door before walking off to the elevator to the car, ready for a day of having fun with his son and his friends along with their kids.
The ride to the park wasn't long, they all had managed to find the perfect park not too far from where they were all living separately and the kids love the place to bits.
As per usual, Jongho got off the car first before he rounded the car to his son's side to get him out of his seat. With the clasps of the seat off, Yechan was just about ready to jump off and run to find his friends when Jongho pulled him so that his head was leaning onto his dad's strong shoulder, exposing his back. "Okay buddy, I only need to attach this to you and then we're good to go," Jongho said. Yechan heard something clicked but he didn't know what it was because he couldn't see what was going on. Nevertheless, the thought was wiped away when Jongho carried him in one arm as the other arm carry his diaper bag before closing the car door and locking the car.
Even from simply looking at the leaves Yechan was already excited. The thought of playing tag with his cousin Hunter and Sumin ran through his head, he also wanted to know what toy his cousin Junmin brought that day or what clashing colours is his cousin Minjae wearing. The closer they got to the rendezvous point, the jumpier Yechan got. This is what you would call the equivalent of a race car warming up before taking off and whenever Yechan does it, it never failed to make Jongho chuckle because it was just too precious.
"Yechan!" Yujun screamed when he finally saw his cousin Yechan in Jongho's arms approaching them. Hearing Yujun call Yechan out, the rest of the boys ran away from their parents and out of their games to greet Yechan even though he was still quite further away from the rest of them. Yechan was more than happy to be welcomed though, he started wiggling around, trying to get out of his dad's grasp to run off and meet his cousins halfway. Any one of Jongho's friends would say that it's hard to get out of his grasp but as Yechan is his little baby, Jongho tends to be more gentle and less restrictive on him which was why Yechan was able to jump off and run free towards the nearest boy, Seeun.
One thing Yechan didn't account for was the contraption Jongho put on him not too long ago.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" Wooyoung's boisterous voice rang as he fell into Yeosang who was trying to figure out what it was they were seeing. Seonghwa smacked Wooyoung on the backside of his head with his eyes widened in shock, "Can you not say the f word in front of my kid?" he scolded. Wooyoung could only kept laughing though, pointing at Jongho and Yechan, "How can I when the fuck i meant is Jongho with his kid on a leash!"
With that, the rest of the adults on the table; Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, and San snapped their heads to gawk at Yechan who was being pulled to the playground by his cousins as Jongho tailed behind with something in his hand that was attached to Yechan's body.
The closer Jongho got to his friends, the hotter his face felt. It was a huge relief that Yechan didn't seem to understand why his uncles found it so funny that he was tethered to his dad like so. Because Jongho was damn embarrassed for the both of them.
"Don't say anything," Jongho grumbled as he placed Yechan's diaper bag on the picnic table. Wooyoung was trying so hard to hold his laughter in, to the point that he looked like he was trying so hard to not shit his pants. Yunho and Yeosang were in a similar situation but not as severe, both of them sporting dumb grins on their faces as they watched the youngest dad trying his hard to not scream out of embarrassment. San on the other hand was still trying to figure out what it was he was seeing. "Is Yechan on time out or something? Is he being punished?" he asked, looking up at Jongho, not quite sure what he was actually seeing. Maybe Jongho forgot to unlatch the straps of Yechan's car seat and he's just THAT strong that he managed to rip the straps off?
With a groan, Jongho braced himself with the fakest smile he could muster. "No, it's called a safety child tether, it's supposed to-" Wooyoung cut him off before he could say what it's supposed to do, "It's a damn leash, Jongho, I bought Hunter's puppy's the same model but in a different colour," he laughed. At Wooyoung's words, Yunho burst out laughing while Yeosang turned to Yujun as a way to hold his tongue for the sake of the toddler. Thankfully, before Jongho could send Hunter home to his mom with a message that his dad is now floating in the next galaxy, San shoved a sandwich into Wooyoung's mouth to successfully shut him up. "Dude, Yechan's not a dog," he scolded his friend, receiving nothing but a scoff from him but thankfully no backtalk. Just as Jongho felt glad that at least one of his friends is defending him, San turned to look at him and stated with a deadpan look, "But yeah man, that's a leash." "It's not!" Jongho cried, plopping himself on a vacant spot, simultaneously pulling Yechan off of Junghoon and closer to him, "It's a child safety tether and (y/n)'s friend bought it when she heard that we got a runner in the family." Out of curiosity, Seonghwa took a seat closest to Jongho after handing Junmin his juice box, "Wait, which friend?" he asked, to which Jongho simply answered, "The middle-aged lady with like 6 succulents on her desk and always wear that red coat." All of his friends almost simultaneously smacked their foreheads in disbelief and it took Yeosang saying something to make Jongho understand, "You mean the lady with 6 dogs and counting?" It was then that Jongho looked down on Yechan and remembered what you told him after you brought home the so-called present, something about your friend using the same thing on her misbehaving child. "But she does have kids!" Jongho tried to defend himself. "Those dogs are her kids, Jongho, we all saw her Instagram page!" Yunho said, shaking his head.
Defeated, Jongho could only stare at his son who was staring up at him innocently. He felt bad and almost like he was responsible for putting him in such a position. Almost.
"And look who we have here!" Jongho heard Mingi call out.
He turned slightly and saw Mingi and Hongjoong walking towards them whilst carrying a cooler together. Wanting to greet them, Yechan let out a squeal and was about to take off on his own but he ended up flopping onto his stomach with an 'oof' instead because the tether held him back.
Sumin squeaked and ran to Yechan's side, followed by Hyunwoo who left his sister Soohyun with Junghoon to check if the toddler was okay. Jongho was about to jump in and hold the boy in case he cried, but Yechan only looked up and grinned goofily at everyone around him. Even as Sumin and Hyunwoo help him up, Yechan only giggled until Mingi crouched down in front of him.
"Why hello there... Puppy?" He joked, almost making Wooyoung choke on his water. "Hyung..." Jongho warned but Mingi just waved him off, "Look at you all happy!" Mingi pointed out which made Yechan giggle louder and stomp on his feet side by side, "Your tail's a-wagging!" Mingi exclaimed, causing Wooyoung to burst into another fit of laughter, surprising Hunter who wanted to ask him for his water bottle. San and Yunho had to drag him away before he burst his stomach. "Hyung, I swear," Jongho warned, pouting at how his friend was making his son seem more like a puppy. "Oh, lighten up, Jongho," Hongjoong chuckled, "You know your son is a good boy. A very, very good boy and we just want to appreciate that," he smirked. Realizing that Hongjoong had jumped in, Jongho could only groan and bury his face in his palm. "I swear, you guys are KILLING me," he grumbled into his own hands. Yechan took notice of his dad's posture and pouted, momentarily leaving his uncle Mingi to tap on his thigh, "Daddy, okay?" worry was obvious in his voice, not liking that his dad seemed distraught. "Maybe your dad just needs a drink, Yechannie. Here, fetch!" Mingi reached into the cooler and was about to pass Yechan a bottle of cold water. Thankfully, Jongho heard the command first and his head shot up to glare at the two people before him, "No, don't! Yechan, stay!"
The adults froze when Jongho slipped a command at his own son. They all needed a moment to process what had just happened but once complete realization was made, not even Seonghwa could hold in his laughter, he had to turn his body so as to not laugh even more while Hongjoong doubled over, holding his stomach. Yeosang was clutching his chest as he continuously slap Jongho's shoulder in amusement, laughing at both Jongho's situation and the fact that Mingi was on all fours on the ground, heaving like a cat trying to pass a furball. On the other side, a little bit further away, Yunho was laughing at how San and Wooyoung were completely on the ground, clutching their foreheads in pain as they laughed. They had managed to bump their foreheads together clumsily but not even that could stop them from laughing their asses off.
"Guys, please, you're all ADULTS with CHILDREN!" Jongho scolded angrily but the shade of red on his face indicated that he was rather embarrassed.
Confused, Yechan tugged his dad's pants and tilted his head to the side, "Uncles okay?" behind him stood Sumin who could only stare at his dad on the ground with his eyebrows furrowed. Hyunwoo had run off when he heard his dad laughing whilst saying 'ow', concerned and curious. Of course, Jongho would be more than happy to explain to his child that his uncles are crazy or that they were possessed, but Yechan was just a child and it would be such a shame to waste a good excuse in this situation. With a sigh, Jongho smiled at the boy and pat his head before removing the tethe- fuck it, it's a fucking leash, he removed it from his son's body before sending him and Sumin off to play, a cover because he was about to kick some grown-up ass.
Safe to say, you came home later in the day with the child leash ripped apart and shoved into the trashcan followed by Jongho ranting about how the day went. Even you had to admit it was funny but with your husband's passion for his son's justice, you decided to keep quiet and tease both him and Yechan at another day. Most likely the very next.
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Kim Nam-Sun || part 1 (dad!au)
Summary: Namjoon is a translator from a big multinational and a single father of a little girl called Nam-sun. All his life turns around her, but when you — his scary boss — appears in his peaceful life and a war sets in his back between you and his daughter is when things gets complicated.
Warnings: none yet
Genre: comedy (kind of), romance, fluff, angst
Word Count: +7k
Author’s note: Whoaaa i was so excited to post this lmao. It’s kinda long because I needed to shorten the number of parts (i didn’t want a 20 chapter long fanfiction). I think that Namjoon as father would be so good so I couldn’t help myself in not post something like that someday. Hope you reaaally enjoy this. ♥
P.S: I did a fmv based on this fic, hope you enjoy it too! FMV
That day was rainy and the wind was strong. Even if was only 3p.m it seems to be almost night because of the cloudy sky. Everyone on Seoul streets seemed too busy to care about how desperate Namjoon was while walking in the middle of the crowd; pushing his brown hair back he tried to call again to his boss, he needed to do this twice until the man pick his phone up.
“Yes, Sr. Kim?” The rough voice spoke through the phone making he gets some chills down his spine.
“Sr. Park, I really want to talk about that change” Namjoon was straightforward while walking towards a near café.
“I thought that everything was very clear, Sr. Kim.”
“I know that we already talked, but this is impracticable! I have lots of projects in that company, some of them are already getting ready to launch!”
He entered in the café holding his phone with one hand and choosing the coffee with the free hand, walking to a small table near the window.
“I’ll take care of it, but please, Sr. Kim, you are the most capable among your colleagues.” The old man sighed in the phone before continue to speak. “It’ll be better for you there. You’ll get promoted, will have a higher salary, more free time to your daughter…”
Ouch!
It was his weakness.
Kim Nam Sun was his only and beloved daughter. It was so hard to say ‘no’ for anything that will be good for her — yet bad for him. Namjoon was about to refuse again, but sighed instead.
“How much free time I’ll have?” he asked curiously while thanked the girl who brought his coffee with a small smile.
“Twice a week you’ll have a day off. The work isn’t that hard either.”
Tempting.
Kim Namjoon never was so tempted since he saw the game that Nam Sun wanted to her birthday and was almost get him a heart attack because of its expensive price.
“I’ll really have this or you’re just lying again to me?” he asked suspiciously drinking another gulp of the coffee.
“When did I lie to you?” Sr. Park yelled through the line and cleared his throat after. “Look, we can’t deny the ask coming from the main company neither we can’t send someone who can’t handle the situation.”
Another sigh and Namjoon nodded, realizing some seconds after that his boss couldn’t see him.
“Okay, okay. I’m going, but you need to keep your word.”
They talked for some more minutes about how everything was going to work and they hang up. The man finished his coffee and sighed defeated. He really liked his work, his colleagues and was okay about the salary that he was receiving. Of course, receiving more wasn’t bad, but working for the main company? It could be harder than before and he was afraid that he ended losing his job.
And lose his job isn’t an option when you have a seven years old daughter.
He stood up thoughtful and walked toward the cashier to pay his coffee. While taking off the money he saw a pretty box decorated with pink butterflies and cute cupcakes inside.
“Can you please give me that pink box?”
-
Nam-sun would like these cupcakes, he thought while walking towards the bus stop. Namjoon looked at each cupcake carefully, they were pretty and decorated with crowns, butterflies and hearts, and definitely she’d like all of them!
He took off his cellphone to look at the hours, but get distracted; his wallpaper was him and his lovely daughter playing in the park together. He remembered that day very clearly, they had so much fun...
“Oh it’s almost time to pick her.” He mumbled to himself when he saw the hours. The bus came in the right time, quickly he got in and seated near the window. Took that bus made him remember so many things and most of them he wanted to forget.
-
When the bus stopped near a school, Namjoon get out and started to search among the crowd of kids and mothers his little girl. He asked to some teacher about her and she guided him towards the class where the girl where waiting patiently for him.
“Nam-sun, your dad is here!” The teacher said loudly enough for her to listen at the opposite side of the class. She smiled when her small bright eyes saw her dad standing there and ran to him, hugging his legs and waist tightly.
“How are you, princess?” He asked sweetly to her while caressing her hair.
“I’m okay, dad!” She answered smiling and let go of him to get her backpack. “Can we go now?” she asked and he nodded holding her hands and thanking the teacher before go.
While walking towards the exit, Namjoon saw some mothers that had children in the same class as Nam-sun, and waved to them friendly.
“Ah, Namjoon!” one of them shouted, making him stop near the exit and he turned back to see a woman holding hands of two children, she was smiling even if her children were shouting and fighting. “Don’t forget the parent’s reunion next week, okay?”
“Oh, I won’t! Thanks Sae-ra, see you tomorrow!” He thanked her and bowed before leave with his daughter.
Their apartment weren’t far from the school, that’s why they always walked back home.
Nam-sun was the sweetest child alive for him, she was seven years old and was very talkative and energetic. Everyday she’d talk about how her day was on school and what she did with her friends or what her teachers taught her and how every single thing happened along the day.
Namjoon loved her so much that his heart ached only to think that someone could hurt her, but unfortunately, she was already hurt.
The air was tense in the large and luxurious room.
The clock ticking non-stop in the other side of the room was making chills run down his spine; beside the clock no other noise could be heard there. In front of him there was a large wood table, amounts of papers carefully organized on the right side, a laptop on the center and some stuff on the left side. The decoration also was very pretty; vases with plants, near the door, some brown chairs around and huge shelves with books and ceramic ornaments occupying the back wall.
Everything there made him hesitant, but nothing could compare with the sharp gaze coming from a pair of dark brown eyes.
The fancy woman was sat behind the large table with some papers — probably his — in her hands. She seemed quite tall, was dressed in a pretty black dress and a white coat was resting on the left side of the table, her heels were making noise as they hit softly the wooden floor, making him even more nervous.
However, he couldn’t deny one thing: she was beautiful. Her long face always held a strong feeling, those dark brown eyes carefully contoured by black eyeliner and red lips made her even more powerful.
“Well… Kim Namjoon…” she started with a sharp voice and he sat correctly on the chair. “You were highly recommended by the director in Ilsan, do you know that right?”
He nodded and gave her a slightly smile.
“I do! I’m honored to be here, in the main company.”
“You should be.” She lifts up her eyes to meet his and then put the papers on the table. “Your curriculum is quite impressive as well.” Her voice echoed through the whole office and then hit his ears like music. “You can start tomorrow, okay? I had some work left by the previous translator that I need in urge. My secretary is going to take you to your area.”
He stood up, but didn’t leave.
“Excuse me, but, Mr. Park told me that twice a week I’d have a day off, then…”
“Then do you want to be sure about it?” He nodded and she sighed, standing up too. “You’re a very special case, Mr. Kim.”
“Special…?”
“Yes, Mr. Park begged me to hire you; he told me that you were too ‘big’ for an Ilsan’s filial, that you deserved more. That’s why I’m treating you in a special way, so be grateful and do your best here, okay?” The seriousness in her tone made him avoid her gaze and look to his own feet.
“Thank you, Mrs. I’ll do my best here.” Namjoon bowed, then turned around and leave.
Kang Yerim, the director’s secretary, was waiting outside the office and guided him towards the main places in the company, introducing those who were important for him to know at the first moment, the timetable, where he was going to work and some of his coworkers.
Every single part in that company seemed to be twice more expensive and bigger than his previous company, that somehow made him uncomfortable; he was a simple man, luxurious things didn’t suit him too much, that’s why he was hesitant to accept that offer.
But, it’s going to be his new start for him and for his daughter.
-
Namjoon never ran so much in his life.
His legs were tremble and he thought that he couldn’t made it on time.
And he didn’t.
But wasn’t so late than he thought. Nam-sun’s school was in Ilsan and his new work in Seoul, so the way was longer now. He entered in the building a little embarrassed for being late, his mind forget completely about the parent’s reunion, he was so busy lately with the papers of his transference and with some researches.
With fast paces he was searching Nam-sun’s class in the corridor; when he found, immediately opened the door and searched his daughter among the children, founding her sat in the small chair alone while all the others were with their mothers.
All the gazes were for him when he stepped in. The teacher seemed surprise, like the others mothers, but a big smile was formed in his little girl’s face. It made his running worth.
“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Oh.” Namjoon bowed to show how sorry he was. “I had an interview in Seoul today and it took me more time than expected. I’m really sorry.”
Mrs. Oh smiled and then pointed to the vague sit near Nam-sun, the man walked and sat there, still breathless.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Kim. You aren’t that late, but someone was very worried about you.” Her look shifted from him to the girl sat beside him.
Namjoon kneeled in front of her and hugged her tightly; she put her small arms around her father’s neck and hugged him too.
“I was worried that I’d be alone.” She whispered with a sad tone and it broke his heart so much that he felt his air disappear from his lungs.
“You… You will never be alone, okay? I’m always right here for you, my princess.” He replied and then kissed her forehead before stood up and sat again. Some mothers were looking to them with a pitiful gaze, but it didn’t bother him.
Just because her mother wasn’t there, it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t receive love or that he couldn’t take care of her, actually it was the opposite. They relation never lack love even for a moment, they trust in each other, they were a truly family.
“Oh, Mr. Kim, do you want some snacks?” The teacher came with a small tray with some sandwiches and sliced fruits; he nodded and took a sandwich. “Do you want some too, Nam-sun?” the little girl nodded and took the small bowl with sliced fruits, what made him happy to see her eating well.
After some talking about the timetables, the classes and extra classes, the teacher used a slide to show some graphics and images and explain things in a better way.
“So, the school is going to have a healthy way to handle with the children.” She explained while pointing to some images of simple exercises with children. “We are going to have some time before and after their classes, and an especial day on the week to make a small running around the park near. Also, we want you, parents, to help them with their alimentation; here we’re going to give them some fruits, natural food and juices, but we want you to help us.” She passed the slides and it showed some pictures of foods that were healthier. “Give them some of these kind of food in your home too, so they can get used to it. We are very worried about the state of children’s health nowadays; everything has too much salt and sugar, so we hope that with that the next generation could have a healthier future.”
“Excuse me, but I think that the parents need to change their alimentation as well.” Namjoon said. “It’s very hard to try to convince a child to do something that we don’t do.”
Mrs. Oh and others mothers nodded at his statement.
“You’re right, Mr. Kim. It needs to affect the whole family to really happen. But not everyone is really willing to do it completely, that’s why we are making something that is going to work. However, now I need to trust you to help yourself and your family.” The teacher explained smiling. “Send your children with natural sandwiches and some fruits that they like as well.”
After some more talking and explanations, they were free to go. Namjoon walked towards the teacher and took the attendance paper to sign and she held his hands softly, making him a little startled.
“It was very good that you could make it today, Mr. Kim.” She said with a soft smile and he smiled back, a little confused about to answer.
“Yeah, Nam-sun was relying on me, so I couldn’t disappoint her.” He answered and she let go of his hands to take something behind her.
“Ah, and take it. It’s a list of some kind of natural foods that you can do for her, they are easy to do.” She gave to him a sheet.
“Oh, thank you. It’s gonna be very useful.” He thanked and then a familiar voice called him, Nam-sun was waiting for him near the door and he saw the perfect opportunity to leave. “Well, I need to go. See you next week, Mrs. Oh.”
“See you, Mr. Kim.”
Quickly Namjoon leave the classroom and walked to his daughter, who was laughing alone. Playfully she ran towards the exit and he followed her, already knowing what she was thinking. He held one of her hands took her backpack and then started to walk to home slowly.
“I think that Mrs. Oh likes you, dad.” She said and he laughed rolling his eyes.
“What are you saying? You’re only seven years old, you don’t know stuffs like this.” He denied, in complete surprise. Since when she knows about what is like someone? Does she like someone in her school?
“I do know stuffs like this. It’s like the stories that I see, the girl falls in love with the prince.”
Namjoon laughed loudly at that.
“First of all, I’m not a prince, second of all, you should stop seeing so many things like this.” he spoke in disbelief that things nowadays are making the children know this kind of stuff. In his times, things weren’t that way.
-
After they arrive home, his mom called him to say that she was going to pick Nam-sun up in one hour.
It was usual now, every weekend, Namjoon’s mom would stay with her granddaughter; they live on opposite parts of the city so they can’t see each other often. Also, Nam-sun loves there, where her grandmother lives there’s parks, playgrounds and she had lots of friends there.
Quickly the girl took a shower and changed her clothes into something comfortable, the man finished to fill her backpack with some toys, books that she likes and some clothes — most of them he bought only to his mom keep them there for when Nam-sun stays.
Exactly one hour after, someone knocked the door and the girl rushed to open.
“GRANDMA!” she shouted while hugging the lady standing outside.
Namjoon’s mom, were a young old lady with hers 57 years old, she was still very active. She helped him when he was left to take care alone of his daughter, she even moved to his apartment during her baby’s days. He couldn’t say how grateful he was.
She even taught him the basic of how to cook without kill your daughter or burn his kitchen.
“Mom, how are you?” he asked while hugging her tightly.
“I’m doing fine, what about you?”
“I’m good, too.”
“I’m good too, grandma!” Nam-sun spoke while jumping around them, making both of them laughed.
“Of course you are, my dear. Now go grab your things and we’re going.”
Nam-sun nodded and rushed to her room.
Namjoon and his mom hugged again and talked a little more about some random topics before the little girl came back jumping around like a dark haired bunny.
“I’m ready, bye dad!” she hugged him, kissing his cheeks before walking outside.
“Take care, Nam-sun, call me every day, right?”
“Yes dad!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll bring her alive on the Sunday.” His mother rolled her eyes with so much protectiveness, she blew a kiss to him and then left too.
He lay on the couch and heard the silence fill the house, at times like this he could even hear the sound of his new neighbor cleaning his house or the person from the floor above him walking heavily; Namjoon sighed and closed his eyes after.
“I hate this silence.”
Namjoon woke up early in that Saturday.
It was his first day in the new company so he tried his best to not arrive late. Dressed in a pale blue shirt, dark blue blazer and a black jeans, he choose don’t use too much his casual style — that he was used to dress in his past company —, he didn’t know how they normally dressed there, but didn’t want to make a bad impression in his first day.
While eating the breakfast a new message popped up in the screen of his phone, it was the car workshop, saying that his car was finally done. It was about two months that other car crashed into his badly and he had to take the bus every day.
The day have started really well, the only bad thing in all of this was Nam-sun’s absence.
-
“As you already know, this will be your desk.” Yerim, the secretary who helped him yesterday said with a bright smile in her face. She was guiding him to his station; when they entered all the eyes landed on the man. “Most of them are translators as well, but they work with different languages and in different areas.”
He looked at them with the gentlest expression that he could do; most of the workers were women with different ages, but he saw some men at the end of the room.
The room itself was huge, clean and surrounded with big windows. There were at least ten tables — a table for worker — with computers, chairs and books and papers everywhere. However everything seemed to be very strict and clear, very different from his past company, where everyone was a mess with their documents and archives.
“Guys, this is our new English-Korean translator, Kim Namjoon, from Ilsan.” The secretary spoke excitedly, suddenly the workers started to stand up and walk towards him to greet him.
He wasn’t expecting so much kindness, actually he expected that coldness would predominate there, it was odd, but he liked the first impression of everyone.
“Well, let’s introduce everyone.” Yerim walked towards them and organized everyone in a line in front of him before speak again. “Kwon Sunhee, Japanese.” She pointed to a young and cute girl and then continued to quickly introduce everyone and their areas. “Yoon Sungmin, Chinese. Go Naeun, French. Bom Haenim, Portuguese. Choi Sanghun, Italian. Min Yoongi, Spanish. Hae Chaerin, she works with international publicity. Jung Hoseok, Arabian and… That’s all for now.” She finished a little breathless. Namjoon was shocked, but bowed and smiled to everyone.
“It’s really nice know all of you.” He greeted sincerely. “I had no idea how big this company could be. In Ilsan we just have to work with English and Chinese.” The man spoke a little embarrassed for being so surprised.
Yerim held his hands to show him his desk, it makes him a little uncomfortable — he still didn’t get why everyone just take his hands in theirs every single time—, but wasn’t something that could kill him, that’s why he preferred stay silent.
“This is your desk. You can organize your things here and then start your work.”
“Oh, yes. Thank you, Yerim; you helped me really much.” He bowed to her to show his gratitude and she smiled seeming a little embarrassed.
“It’s my pleasure to help you.” She said politely and kindly. “Well, I need to go now, D.Boss will cut my head off if I get late. See you later, guys.” She ran through the corridors until gets off of sight.
Namjoon was with his things packed in a box that Nam-sun insisted to organize and decorate with flower sticks and colorful drawings. He smiled while taking and opening it; his desk was already clean and with the basics, so he could just decorate with his personal things.
It was quite big and had small walls at the sides, and of course, white. He started to take off some picture frames of him and Nam-sun and of him and his parents, andof his parents and Nam-sun, also some papers and books that he used to consult, and a small surprise was some Polaroids of him, his daughter, his parents and other things that Nam-sun took photos — like the sky, letters, books, toys and parks. He gave her an Instant Camera at her last birthday and she loved it, but he didn’t expect her to put her photos in his box.
Namjoon didn’t notice his own smile with the photos until someone taps his shoulders.
“Whoa, who is this little girl? Your sister?” a woman asked curiously pointing to Nam-sun’s image in the Polaroid. He didn’t memorize her name, but was the Japanese translator girl.
“She is my daughter.” The shocked expression in her face was common for him now; almost nobody suspected that he had a daughter. Well, he was really young though.
“What? Really?” he nodded and gave her one of the pictures of his sweetheart. “Are you married?”
“No, I’m not.” He smiled and she gave him back the picture. “You can say that I’m divorced.”
“Wow, I didn’t expect that. How old is she?”
“She’s seven years old.” Another shook expression came from her. “And I’m twenty-six years old, if it’s what are you going to ask.” He said kindly, chuckling and looking away for some moments to stick the Polaroids in the small walls of his desk. “I was really young when Nam-sun was born. You can say it was a surprise.” a sweet joke left his lips making her giggle.
“Oh, I see.” She said smiling. “Anyways she’s really pretty, she resembles you.” It was a simple phrase, but Namjoon loved so much to hear it, was something that always relieved him.
“Thank you!”
They exchange some more words to know a little better each other before she walk back to her desk. Namjoon tried his best to let everything organized, but he was too messy to it, so he let it be and started to work.
-
During the lunch time, Yerim came with others, Sunhee and Naeun, carrying food for everyone. In their bags had a little bit of everything, so they could serve themselves. They said that usually didn’t go to the refectory because of the work so Namjoon stayed there with them. All of them were chatting about funny things that happened there, but the man was really into a deep conversation with Min Yoongi, he was a year older than him and worked with Spanish — language that he was trying to learn since the last year. The older gave him some tips that could help him to learn faster.
“Gosh, D.Boss is soooo annoying!” Yerim complained furious and everyone laughed.
“D.Boss? Are you talking about Mrs.___?” Namjoon asked confused and they nodded, then he spelled her name trying to find the letter D in it, but her name didn’t have one. “But her name doesn’t have D in it.”
“This D came from Demon.” Yoongi explained simply and he suppressed a laugh.
“A-ah…” the others laughed at his reaction and tried to explain the reasons for that so he could understand better the situation.
“She’s a monster, always full of herself just because of her position and money. Everyone says that our previous English translator left because she treated him so badly.” Hoseok explained with the creepiest tone he had. “That’s why you should be careful around her and-”
“Did this company pays you to be chatting and eating like this?” a voice sounded out of nowhere scared all of them, mainly Namjoon who was too concentrate in their stories to pay attention to his surroundings.
Y/N, the D.Boss, was standing at the door with his dark make up, red lips, long brown hair and wine dress expressing how the scene of the translators — and her secretary — eating and gossiping was disgusting to her.
“Back to work, the time for lunch is over.” She announced with the serious tone of hers before changing the gaze for Yerim. “You, come. I have a meeting to prepare.”
The secretary stood up sadly and waved a goodbye for them.
“Come on, let’s work.” Yoongi said throwing his trash at the bin.
Namjoon stood up and did the same, walking towards his desk. When he took the papers to work, a shining thing caught his attention. Candies where at the end of his box, he smiled to himself taking the small pot and put some of them at his desk before offers to his colleagues; Nam-sun was so kind to remember that he works better with something sweet, mainly when he feels nervous.
And right now, nervousness was the only thing he could feel.
Was too late to go back to Ilsan?
-
“What? She isn’t here?” Jin asked shocked and sighed in disbelief. “Shit.”
“I thought that I was your friend, you traitor.” Namjoon hit him with his feet while the man was passing besides him.
Kim Seokjin was two years older than him and his friend from university. A hard-to-believe twenty-eight man, married with an amazing woman and with a little son, Seo-Joon, at the same age of Nam-sun. Their children were very friends almost since they were babies. Jin worked at the same company that Namjoon used to work, but in the publicity area.
“Yah, I really wanted to see Nam-sun, but since she isn’t here, let’s talk about something serious.” He sat at the couch were the translator was lying down watching the movie at the TV.
“Serious? Like how you’re getting older and ugly?” Namjoon teased laughing and Jin threw a stuffed animal that was near.
“Yah! I’m just getting better with the age okay? I’m like wine.” He defended himself and laughed too, but then his expression was filled with seriousness again. “Now, seriously, I have something to tell you.” He stated and then breathed in before speak. “I think I saw her.”
Immediately Namjoon sat up and looked at him with widen eyes, Jin almost could see those dark eyes begging for his laugh and joking expression but neither of them could come.
“Stop joking, hyung.”
“I’m not, Namjoon.” He sighed again. “I was leaving the company last week and I saw someone that really looks like her walking around Nam-sun’s school.”
“It’s impossible…” the younger mumbled and massaged his forehead with his eyes shut.
“I’m still not sure, but I thought that was better warning you.”
He nodded and then sighed deeply standing up and walking towards the kitchen, taking a glass of water to calm his nerves down.
“Yeah, thanks hyung. I’ll be careful for now on.”
Really careful, he repeated to himself multiple times. He decided a long time ago that nothing would hurt his Nam-sun again.
Nothing.
“Daddy!” a high-pitched voice echoed through the living room.
Sunday night came and with it, Nam-sun too. It was almost eight hours, he already had his dinner alone — if he knew that she’d arrive so early he’d have waited a little more. His mother was holding a yellow backpack, grinning while closing the door behind her.
“Princess!” Namjoon exclaimed happily and opened his arms widely just for the girl jump in it. He hugged her tightly, spinning and lifting her playfully. “I missed you so bad!” he said in a low tone and she smiled.
“Me too, dad!”
They broke the hug and he put her sat in the couch, walking towards his mother who just watched the scene with a wide smile on her face. He kissed her forehead and took the bag placing it on the floor near the couch.
“How are you mom?”
“Sad to say goodbye to my little girl.” she said stroking his hair gently, sitting in the couch near Nam-sun. The man followed them and sat too.
“Just for a week, mom.” he said smiling and rolling his dark eyes. That lady was so dramatic when she wanted to.
“It pass so slowly!” they laughed at her statement.
The talk flowed easily, Nam-sun spoke about her weekend at her grandma’s house and her friends there, Namjoon about his job in the new company and how everyone was nice and gentle — except for D.Boss, of course — and his mom lamented about how the weekend passed fast.
The older one left after almost one hour and half, leaving them alone in the apartment. The man turned to see his daughter half asleep in the couch.
“Nam-sun, you need take a shower before sleep.” he said softly, shaking her slowly and the girl nodded, walking towards the bathroom.
He took her floral pajamas and gave to her before she enters in the shower. Quickly he prepared her bed, taking her pink blanket and turning on the table lamp. Nam-sun’s room was quite big, all decorated with pink and white things, shelves with books and stuffed animals, a comfortable bed near the window — she liked being waked by the sunlight — and a wardrobe in the other wall. He bought everything she wanted to decorate the room when they moved to that new apartment, almost three years ago.
When the girl entered in the room, with her cute pajama and messy hair, he smiled at the sight and she jumped in the bed covering herself in the blankets.
“Dad, can you read a history for me?” she asked looking straight into his eyes and he nodded, walking towards a shelf and taking a book that he had bought some weeks ago.
“Why do you want me to read for you today?” he questioned while sitting next to her in the bed, stroking gently her bangs.
“Anything. I just missed your voice reading for me.”
He couldn’t deny he was touched by these words. The past few weeks have become a big mess, a new company, more work to do… He had forgotten to give her enough attention.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll read more stories for you from now on, okay?” he promised and she lift her pinky to him, making the man chuckle before intertwine his fingers with hers.
“Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise!” He smiled and opened the first page of the book. “The girl and the wind.” his low voice echoed, he read the title and breathed in before flip the page and continue. “Once in a small city, a little girl called Bo-ra asked the wind if it knew how was the world. On the other day, she asked why it was so cold during the winter. Everyday she would came with a different question for the wind, but no one answered her...”
He continued the story in the same velvet voice until Nam-sun fell asleep. His eyes landed on her small face, chubby cheeks, pinkish lips, flawless skin, long brown hair and a gentle expression. Everyday he talked to himself about how lucky he was to have her in his life, actually, she is his life. Without her near him everything seemed monochrome.
Silently, he placed a small kiss on her forehead and covered her better with the blanket before pip-toe towards the door and close it softly.
He headed to the living room again and organized better the space; tomorrow was his day off and he planned to spend the morning with Nam-sun — maybe took her to a library or something like that — and at the night, after her school they could go to the cinema and watch a new movie.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” he said to himself proudly while turning off the lights and locking the door. Sleepy, the man made his way towards his own bedroom.
It was simple decorated with monochrome colors, like black, gray and white. His bed was quite big for him alone, but Nam-sun always opposed when he talked about buy a smaller, she loved it because she could sleep with him when she got nightmares. The translator also loved art, his bedroom was full of paintings and small sculptures, in the nightstand near his bed there were some frames with him, his parents and his daughter in the park near there.
Namjoon was so tired that night.
He only realized that when he took a warm shower and jump into his oversized bed and turned off the lights. It didn’t take him too long for him to fall asleep.
“Daddy! Daddy wake uuuup!” the familiar voice echoed through his room hitting right into his sleepy mind. “Daddy! It’s getting late!”
“Nam-sun...” it was all that he could mumble in his semi-unconscious state; he rolled in the bed trying sleep a little more, but she jumped into his bed and started to shake him. “Let me sleep a little more!”
“No! Today is your day off and we need to enjoy!” she exclaimed pulling his arm with all her strength, but it wasn’t too useful since his body didn't move an inch. “Daddy!”
Namjoon sighed before open his eyes and met her pouted face, he smiled before sat on the bed; the little girl jumped in his arms and hugged him tightly, breaking the hug seconds after.
“Where are we going today?” she asked excitedly with thousands of ideas coming in her mind.
“I was thinking about going to the library to buy new books for us and then we could have lunch in that restaurant that you like.” he said his plan for their morning, approaching a little more to her, he started to fix that messy hair of hers while stroking it gently.
A big smiled was formed into her face and her expression brighten with his words. She loved going to the library with him, since she was a baby he teaches her to read a lot of different books, until now it works well. Even his scientific books she likes to read sometimes.
“I saw a really good book in the school these days, maybe we can search it in the library!”
“Let’s search it then!” he agreed and then stood up from the bed, stretching his body lightly. “Go take your shower and choose pretty clothes, okay?”
“Okay!”
Quickly she jumped off the bed and rushed towards her room excitedly. He grinned to see his daughter so happy, was a long time since they went out to have some fun, just both; honestly he was anxious too.
He choose some basic red shirt with a picture of an old man in the front — until now he didn’t know why he bought that, but was very comfortable —, blue jeans and black casual shoes. His bedroom was gifted with a bathroom only for him, so he didn’t need to wait for Nam-sun gets ready.
She loved to brush her hair for a long time, making sure that it was truly perfect, that’s why he loved that apartment with two bathrooms.
In instants he was ready to leave, walking towards the living room he stopped when saw Nam-sun struggling to get a ponytail done, a smile formed in his face before entering into her room.
“Need some help?” he teased and she pouted letting go of her hair, nodding after.
“Please.”
Namjoon sat on her bed and called her to sat beside him, quickly he finish the ponytail — not so amazing, but enough for her; she thanked and stood up, spinning in front of him, waiting for his compliments to her looks.
She was beautifully dressed with a green shirt with flower pattern in the whole fabric, black jeans and black shoes, her hair done with a ponytail, she also had some colorful bracelets with different phrases and jewels shapes.
“Whoa… My little girl is so pretty!” he complimented with a huge smile and she turned again happily.
“Thank you dad!”
Didn’t took them too long to leave the house and find a near café, he thought that could be better eat the breakfast outside since his cooking skills weren't too good.
After eat they headed to the library, where they spent the most part of the morning, reading and searching for the books that they wanted to buy. The place was big and had amounts of different styles of books, starting with children books to scientific themes.
“I already choose the ones that I want, what about you?” the girl asked with three or four books in her small hands, he offered to carry them, but she denied. “I can carry them, dad, thanks!”
“Right, so we can go pay for them now.” he said walking towards the cashier, he was focused on confirming the title of the books that he choose, making sure that he didn’t forget any of them that didn’t see the moment that his little girl bumped in someone’s back, just realizing when the sound of a crash startled him.
Nam-sun’s groan made his heart sank instantly; he put his books on the floor and kneeled to check on her. She wasn’t hurt, just startled by the sudden crash, he helped her to stand up and the books from the floor.
“Are you okay?” he asked to her a little worried and she nodded, but with her eyes focused on someone in front of her. That was when he noticed that someone else was involved. “Oh, Nam-sun please apologize with the Ms… ___?” his tone changed when he lift his eyes to met the already familiar face.
D.Boss was standing there with her usual dark clothes and strong make-up; her hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. Her sharp gaze shifted from the girl to him.
“Ah, Mr. Kim.” that was all that left her reddish lips.
“Good morning, Ms. ___… Hm, y-you aren’t hurt right?” he asked trying to be the kindest person alive in that moment. She shook her head, but her eyes didn’t left Nam-sun’s figure. “Oh, that’s my daughter, Nam-sun.”
“Hi.” the girl’s voice sounded heavy than the usual and Namjoon whispered a ‘please apologize with her from the bump into her.’ “I’m sorry from bump into you.” she repeated almost the same thing that he said and the man smiled a little tense.
“That’s okay.” D.Boss answered with her common dry tone.
“But who is she, dad?”
“Ah, that’s the D- I mean, she’s the director of my new company, Ms. ___.” he exclaimed quickly and the dark pair of doe eyes of his daughter analyzed the woman from the head to the toes and then sighed.
“I prefer Mr. Park.” her statement caught everyone off guard, the woman arched an eyebrow and he laughed weakly.
“Nam-sun, don’t say things like this, you don’t even know her.” he scolded her softly.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Kim. I don’t get bothered with this kind of… Thing.”
The silent fell heavy over them, the air was tense and he wanted to leave there as fast as he can; even if Nam-sun’s attitude were wrong, he could only agree, Mr. Park were way more kind than D.Boss.
“Well, we need to go now.” he said with a small smile and took the books from the floor. “See you tomorrow, Ms. ___.” With one of his hand he carried the books and with the other he held his daughter’s hand.
Namjoon didn’t notice the exchange of deaths glares that Nam-sun and Ms. ___ gave to each other before losing themselves in the shelves of the library.
With a heavy sigh he put his things on the cashier and waited his time.
“Nam-sun, why did you talk that way with Ms. ___?” he asked, looking straight into her eyes and she shook her shoulders.
“But I prefer Mr. Park. He was nicer and gave me candies!”
“Well, true… Yah! Don’t tell you just like him because he gave you candies!” Namjoon laughed in disbelief and started to take off his wallet to pay for the books. “But still you shouldn’t talk that way with someone older, specially if she has a position so important.”
“Which position?”
“My boss.” both laughed before leave the store and head toward a park that was close to their apartment.
There were some friends from her class playing together, so the girl didn’t lost the chance to play with them. The man enjoyed the moment to sat for a while in a bench near. He answered some messages from Jin and Yoongi — the last one was a surprise for him.
Some mothers of the children there sat near him to talk a bit about school and home stuff and he ended up trapped in the chat as well. Little things like ‘that whether is terrible for my son’s asthma’ or ‘that children mess so much at home’ were more than common for him to hear and even talk.
Since he become father, these kind of topics were often throw on him, at the start it was a bit uncomfortable, but with the time he was getting so good that some mothers came to him just to ask some advices.
“Yeohan is impossible. I can’t even take my eyes from him for a minute that he makes a huge mess.” Sara, the mother of one of Nam-sun’s classmates stated to him and to the others mothers there.
“I can feel you, my daughter is the same.” another said with a heavy sigh before turn her eyes to Namjoon. “Nam-sun seems so well behaved, what’s your secret?”
He giggled and then thought a little bit about the topic.
“I don’t think that there’s a secret. Usually children at this age needs a lot attention and love from parents, when they don’t receive it they start to make everything in their power to show for it.” He explained and they nodded showing deep concentration for what the man was saying. “I always try to show Nam-sun that I’ll be there with her, and when I can’t do something with her I calmly explain the reason why. So with time she started to get used to it.”
“Oh, Namjoon-ah! You are such a great dad!” They said loudly and even though he acted humble, he felt his chest inflate proudly. Nothing made him more happy than hear the he was a good dad.
“I’ll try to use this new kind of approach with Yeohan!”
“Patience is the key” he remembered and they smiled gratefully.
-
After the lunch, Nam-sun went to the school and he finished some papers from work and read some chapters of his new books, during the night they went to the cinema to watch a movie that she wanted and relax a bit.
The day was great; he missed spend the day with his daughter like that, usually if he wasn’t working at the company he would be working at home so his time to himself and for his sweetheart was short.
He was confident that a good time was about to come.
[4:56 pm]
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
Immediately, your eyes bug out at the sound of your husband coming home and bursting through the door. Your hands that had been playing with the teddy bear on the bed stills, and you freeze for a moment.
Your daughter, Kamiko, also now having been surprised at the noise, looks up at you to gauge your reaction and dictate how she should feel, eyes like Katsuki’s blinking up at you. You gnaw your lip as there’s another yell, one of your name, and you’re quick to look at your daughter and hold a finger to your lips to keep her quiet, though giggling softly to ease her. She giggles back, and you shush her softly.
“YOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!”
Okay. Maybe spending an unspeakable amount on pastries was fair to make him rage. But in your defense, you never get to go into that bakery!
Katsuki knows the absolute fortune you tend to shell out for their pastries, and he tries his damn hardest to keep you out of there. He knows they’re good, but he tells you that ‘that’s not the point.’
So, naturally, when he went to work and you and Kamiko made your way to run errands, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon rolls were just too enticing to ignore. You’d made your way into the quiet bakery and grabbed things that would surely be appreciated by Katsuki.
Apparently, however, he saw the damage on his credit card before your kindness can show.
Whups.
You’re quick to lay down on your side- back facing the door and body curled around Kamiko- still holding a finger to your lips, and when she gives you a nod of understanding, you close your eyes just in time for angry feet to storm down the hallway to your room. You hear the door fly open, and you can feel the crimson eyes of your husband boring into the back of your skull.
“I’m going to absolutely destroy you-“
“Dadda,” your two year old whispers, and you hear her ease out a soft ‘shhhh.’ “Mumma sleepin’.”
“Is she?” He snarls, unconvinced. “And she let you stay awake? Just because?”
“Was sleepin’ too, dadda. Woke me up…”
Where she learned to be such a good liar, you’ll never know.
You hear Katsuki let out an impatient exhale through his nose, clearly weighing his options as your breathing continues its rhythmic pace, mimicking sleep. Kamiko’s tiny hand pats your cheek affectionately. “Dadda, shhhh…”
Katsuki sighs dramatically, and you are surprised to feel the soft peck against your temple, massive, calloused hand smoothing down your back. “We will discuss this later,” he snarls in your ear. “Get some rest, Kami. I’m gonna start dinner, okay?”
“Okay dadda!” She chirps, and when you hear his feet pad away and the door close, your eyes fly open and a smile spreads wide over your face.
“You’re such a little troublemaker!” You growl playfully, taking the little girl into your arms and kissing her all over. She squeals at your affections and gently shoves your face away. “Ohhh just like your mommy! And your uncle Denki! He’s gonna be so-“
“I KNEW YOU WERENT ASLEEP!”
The door slams back open, and a disgruntled Katsuki immediately flies back in, gathering you and Kamiko in each arm. You two shriek, but the smiles on your face absolutely plastered, unbudging from your faces as he manhandles you- Kamiko, with a raspberry on her cheek back onto the bed, and you, over his shoulder mercilessly.
“YOU SPENT ¥13000 IN THAT STUPID BAKERY?! AND YOU GOT OUR DAUGHTER TO LIE TO ME?!” He’s trying as hard as he can to keep the smirk off his face, though you hear it breaking through in his shouts.
Your fists bang against his back, nails digging in, but he’s unrelenting, and you whine out when he makes a fake move to drop you. “I-I wanted coffee cake!” You titter, screwing your eyes shut. “Kami! Help me!”
“Go, dadda!”
“WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON!” You bark in betrayal.
“The winning side,” he snickers, turning on his feet to carry you out of the room. “If you help me punish mumma, I won’t punish you so bad, Kami.”
“Yeah!”
“NO!”
Was it worth having one of the cupcakes getting smushed into your face? Not really (though him kissing you through the frosting was definitely worth something!)
Was it worth the memory you’d only added to the vault as a family?
God, yes.