#dad!baek

So, you moved. To a two-bedroom apartment that was at least three times bigger than your previous one, and with everything you could possibly need. You didn’t agree to this option either, but Baekhyun already signed all the paperwork and presented you with a key, leaving you no options to downgrade even a little. ‘I want the best for my family,’ he said, and you had no choice but to comply.

It was nice. The two and a half years you had to struggle alone were very tough on you. Having someone to take care of both you and your baby boy was a great relief. Your heart was finally at ease: Hyunwoo went to the nicest daycare around, was always well-fed and nicely clothed (Baekhyun was obsessed with buying him new outfits every other week…), and had a great health insurance plan thanks to his dad. But most of all, your son was happy.

If the obnoxious brattle and giggling from the other room was any indication.

You chuckled, turning the dishwasher on. They’d been at it for at least an hour after dinner, and it was a miracle Baekhyun could even keep up with the little guy. He was great with Hyunwoo though. Easily made his son fall in love with him, and now these two were wreaking havoc almost non-stop. What a duo.

As you reached the doorway, the laughter and gasps became more conspicuous. Baekhyun was already lying on the floor, breath labored from all the running around. Meanwhile, Hyunwoo plopped on top of him, still giggling and fidgeting about, making his father grunt.

‘Ah, appa is too old for this,’ he muttered, palm hovering over his son’s back protectively to prevent him from falling over.

His neck was straining slightly from the uncomfortable position, yet he was in no hurry to change it. Your eyes lingered on it a bit longer, watching the bulging jugular vein and the slight bob under the taut skin when he swallowed.

‘Finally worn out? The neighbors are ecstatic,’ you cleared your throat, and they turned to you.

Baekhyun suddenly seemed much more energetic than seconds prior.

‘Hyunwoo-yah… Wanna chase mommy?’ He whispered conspiratorially, sitting up and holding the boy close.

‘There will be no chasing mommy, thank you. Haven’t you kicked up enough dust already?’

Baekhyun started rising slowly, and you took a step to the side.

‘No,’ you warned, but the grins on their faces said there was nothing you could do to stop them. ‘Come on, you- ah!’

You squeaked and actually began running away from them, but not far – as soon as you ended up on the sofa, you had to call a truce. They still jumped you and made you laugh with the tickle torture. Which ended in you breathing heavily too, hugging your son, who was resting comfortably on your chest now.

‘I think he’s finally tired,’ you whispered at Baekhyun, noting how your baby’s eyes were growing sleepy.

‘And he knows all the best resting spots,’ he responded, earning a mildly exasperated sigh from you.

‘Puppy, let’s go get you ready for bed,’ you placed a kiss into the soft hair on his head, and he yawned, mumbling that he didn’t want to go to bed yet.

‘I’ll take him,’ Baekhyun interrupted the exchange. ‘Finish up in the kitchen, while we,’ he took your son into his arms, ‘go on a bathroom adventure!’

‘What is it?’ A curious voice asked.

‘Appa will show you!’

You followed them with your eyes, smiling at how great they were together. It was also a relief there was someone else to give Hyunwoo all of the attention he craved. As his mother, you always did your best to show him love and affection, but he was so active these days… You’d never be able to keep up if you had to do it alone.

Baekhyun was an amazing dad, too. He easily handled any tantrums and essentially spoke the boy’s language, knowing when to reason with him and when to say something to pique his interest. Your son adored him, and you sometimes wondered if it was even fair for Baekhyun to gain this amount of love in such a short time.

Before you knew it, they were all done with the night routines, and Hyunwoo was out like a little light. When you crept in to see what was up, Baekhyun was making sure he was well tucked in before turning the lamp off.

You ended up in your room, finally sitting down to chill. He slouched on the sofa, and you took a spot on your bed. Baekhyun’s legs were spread, the way he usually sat, and he seemed relaxed and comfortable, as if he wasn’t going anywhere. For a split second, you wished that he wasn’t.

‘Wow, that’s one energetic boy,’ Baekhyun’s low laugh brought you back to reality.

‘I wonder whom he’s getting that from.’

Both of you snickered at that.

‘Maybe that’s why he loves you so much,’ you continued.

Baekhyun squinted at you from the sofa.

‘Are you… pouting?’

‘No.’

‘You are. Don’t tell me you are jealous.’ He huffed in disbelief.

Well, you decided to ignore that. Because you were not jealous at all.

‘Oh my god, Y/N. How territorial of you,’ he taunted.

‘I’m not jealous!’ You objected almost too loudly.

‘Right,’ he sneered. ‘I guess that he gets from you.’

You raised a confused eyebrow.

‘Remember how Hyunwoo behaved when I came along, the tantrums and the silent treatment? So jealous of his mommy. Can’t blame him though,’ he suddenly eyed you head to toe.

You gulped from the intensity of his stare, and he licked his lips slowly before snapping out of it. Back to his chill self.

‘He even fought me once. Fists were involved,’ Baekhyun recalled in an exaggerated tone.

‘Yes, the two-year-old beat you up. I’m sure that’s how it was,’ you responded on autopilot, fidgeting on the bed.

‘I let him win. Strategically. He wins the fight, I win the war – that sort of thing.’

‘How clever. Did you? Win the war?’

‘Don’t know yet. But at least I have a strong ally now. We’re getting there.’

A strange sensation in your chest caused you to bite your tongue.

‘How’s work?’ He suddenly changed the topic, eyes still studying you lazily.

‘Good. The four-day schedule works fine so far, my day-off is tomorrow. Will probably go to the dog café with Hyunwoo, he loves it.’

‘Runs in the family,’ Baekhyun nodded.

‘Hey, I love dogs too!’ You protested.

‘Like I said, runs in the family.’

His words instantly got you even more flustered, and you had no idea why. This happened more and more often in the recent weeks. There was no good comeback, so you just fell silent again. The crumpled sheets were suddenly more interesting than anything.

Sensing the shift, Baekhyun (likely thinking he made you uncomfortable) cleared his throat.

‘I guess, it’s time for me to-’

‘You can stay!’ You interjaculated, rising from the bed abruptly.

Somehow you both froze in surprise.

‘It’s… late, and…’

‘You want me to spend the night here?’ He clarified, taking a careful step towards you.

‘Um- There’s a couch-’

The closer he was, the more incoherent your speech became. This was relatively new. But then again, you didn’t spend this much time alone with him until recently. Maybe the cozy domestic Baekhyun was just throwing you off. He was the father of your son, after all, and seeing him interact with Hyunwoo may have affected you too. Or maybe all of this was just an excuse you came up with instead of admitting that your feelings for your ex were still there. With him close like that, you couldn’t even register the burning in your cheeks.

‘You want me on the couch?’ Your knees almost faltered when he simply touched your bare forearm, stroking up. ‘Are you blushing?’

‘I don’t want- Why are you touching me?’

‘We’re always touching each other. Why does it suddenly bother you, Y/N-ie?’

You swallowed, lowering your eyes just enough to have a clear view of his wet pouty lips.

‘So,’ his voice deepened, almost turning into a hoarse whisper. ‘Do you still want me on the couch, or…?’

Your eyes shot up, but you didn’t get a chance to respond. He didn’t leave you a spare second before he planted his mouth on yours. It ended unsatisfyingly fast. Like he was giving you a chance to back out. But once you felt his lips, you wanted more. You wanted the actual kiss, with tongue and with the lack of oxygen making you lightheaded.

And he eagerly gave you exactly what you desired. Time ceased to exist as you got enchanted by the vaguely familiar swirl of his tongue, held tightly in his arms.

‘Y/N, is this- what you want?’ He asked while you traced his jaw with your mouth.

‘Lock the door,’ you murmured.

There was his answer.

Baekhyun reached for the door, and you couldn’t resist the desire to have your lips on his tense neck. But a second later he was already hoisting you up, just to lay you down on the bed.

‘Stop fussing,’ he whispered, helping you get his t-shirt off. ‘And be quiet.’

You grunted impatiently in response, removing your top while he tugged your shorts off. A kiss on the belly made you jump. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you tensed up and met his eyes with your uncertain ones. You did lose most of your baby weight, but your body… wasn’t the same as it was before giving birth. The life you were leading wasn’t exactly dedicated to exercising, so the belly stuck around. And your breasts went at least two sizes up from hormones and breastfeeding… Naturally, those deflated a bit when you stopped feeding Hyunwoo, but that only made them sag a little. Not to mention the stretch marks.

However, Baekhyun would have none of that. He just went right back to peppering kisses around your navel.

‘I can hear what you’re thinking,’ he murmured. ‘Don’t be silly. You are beautiful.’

He reached your bra, pressing on the cups to squeeze your breasts together.

‘Don’t even get me started on these,’ he dove between them, making you laugh breathlessly. ‘And the unspeakable things I wanna do to them…’

You squirmed, shifting your butt underneath him.

‘Can you feel how hard you make me?’ He rolled his hips forward to confirm.

It was enough to provoke you.

‘Baekhyun,’ you whined, falling apart as soon as his hand gripped your thigh firmly. ‘I literally haven’t had sex in years, can you fuck me already?’

‘In years, as in…’ He paused, searching your face. ‘Since us?’

‘Yeah. I was… kinda busy,’ you mumbled awkwardly. Being a new single mom wasn’t something you could juggle dating with.

He kissed you on impulse, doing a poor job at containing the inappropriately joyful smile.

‘So, I was the last person to fuck you?’ His fingers rubbed you slowly through your panties.

‘How much more ego-stroking do you need?’ You were getting quite irritated with the stalling.

‘None, I just wanted to mess with you. Sex is better when you’re frustrated.’ He smirked, removing your underwear and touching your now bare skin. ‘Because then you wanna be even more vocal than usual…’

He lowered himself on top of you again, and finished his thought.

‘…but you can’t be.’

With that, he jerked forward, covering your mouth with his right palm to prevent your surprised squeal from escaping.

‘Sh-h-h,’ he brushed his nose across your neck, pressing a chaste kiss onto it. ‘You don’t wanna wake up the entire neighborhood now, do you?’

He was just teasing – you couldn’t respond anyway. Not with the skilled maneuver of his hips, nailing you to the mattress. Baekhyun was going deep but slow in the beginning, allowing you to adjust to the long-awaited stretch. But as you moaned into his palm, he sped it up, taking it as his cue.

Finally lowering his hand, he let you gasp for air before he kissed you again.

‘Bae-k-hyun, please,’ you uttered, and he sat back, changing the position slightly.

Hooking his arms under your knees, he pulled your hips up.

‘Ow,’ you reacted to the strain, mentally cursing your lack of flexibility.

But your partner was quick to react and find a pillow to stabilize your pelvis.

‘Better? Or another one?’

‘Use two,’ he nodded and added the second pillow.

The angle he was getting now seemed perfect, so he didn’t waste any more time.

‘Shit, if this is a dream, that’s definitely the best fucking dream I’ve ever had,’ he gritted, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face. Some still stuck to his sweaty forehead, which you found incredibly hot.

‘Do you have fucking dreams about me often?’

‘Does daydreaming count?’ He huffed a laugh, sliding inside. ‘Then, every day.’

You wanted to respond, but the spots he was now hitting made it impossible to keep holding your moans back. All you could do was purse your lips and cover them with the back of your palm just in case. At some point, your head nearly blew up from how much you wanted to sound the stirring euphoria.

‘I want to hear you when you come,’ he slowed down to get rid of the bigger pillow before leaning in. With your butt slightly elevated he now had the best setting to just ram into you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

His palm assumed its earlier spot over your mouth, allowing you to let go. As you whimpered into it, Baekhyun’s chest rumbled.

‘Agh, baby, just give into it. If you don’t, I can’t promise to pull out before-’

He gasped at how tight you became, and you whimpered again, gripping his shoulder. Your watering eyes didn’t break eye contact, telling him that stopping or slowing down was out of the question. With the sound of your abrupt frenzied breaths on top of everything else, he couldn’t prevent the sensation about to explode in him.

Scrunching his face up trying to delay it a little more, he held his breath, still working his hips to get you there. It was unbearable. He waited so unbelievably long to get you back like this, and then you said you hadn’t been with anyone else since... All of this was too much for him to process.

Just as you put your hand onto his neck, where the veins were the most prominent, he snapped. Eyes locking with yours, he made the decision to quit holding back. The change in his gaze affected you instantly, pushing you right into your orgasm. And there was no stopping for him now, so he simply allowed you to take him with you.

Minutes passed as you just lay there, sweaty and completely spent. You contemplated what happened for a few moments, belatedly scolding yourself for not even trying to avoid getting pregnant again. But you had zero willpower when it came to Baekhyun.

That was most likely how he knocked you up the first time anyways.

‘Damn.’ He scrambled himself off of you and sat back, watching his cum drip out of you as you shifted. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t help it.’

You fussed under his gaze in embarrassment and closed your legs, but he still reached down, smearing his semen between your swollen lips.

‘Once it’s in – it’s in, you know the rule,’ he hummed. ‘Unless you want me to…?’

‘No-’ You blurted out at his suggestion.

He smiled cheekily and then licked the corner of his mouth.

‘Good call. You could never stay quiet when I went down on you.’

You only sighed at this. Why argue? That was an absolute fact. This man used to make you go insane with his tongue. In more ways than one.

‘Would you stop… staring? It’s creepy,’ you squirmed, urging him to lie down.

‘Haven’t seen your pussy for years, why’s that creepy? We’ve missed each other.’

‘You never know when to shut up,’ rolling your eyes, you threw your leg over his to get him closer.

Ignoring the ticklish sensation between your thighs, you leaned in to caress his damp face with your palm. Using the proximity, he kissed you again, slowly this time. Waiting for no longer than two seconds before spoiling the moment.

‘Can’t believe I just fucked a milf.’

You almost roared. His mouth was still great at making you go insane.

‘If I’m a milf what does it make you, a dilf?’

‘Oh,’ his voice acquired a greasy undertone. ‘You can call me daddy any time.’

‘You wish.’

He switched the lights off and lay there silently for a minute, full of himself, and then voiced another of his compulsive thoughts.

‘Are you gonna keep the bra on while you sleep?’

‘Baekhyun.’

‘I just want you to be comfortable…’

‘Will you shut up if I get comfortable?’

‘Mm-yes.’

‘Of course,’ you muttered, getting rid of your lingerie.

‘They are gorgeous,’ he whispered excitedly, putting his palms onto your breasts at once.

You cleared your throat, reminding him of his promise.

‘…and I will enjoy them silently.’ He agreed, only adding under his breath, ‘Until we move in together.’

Masterlist

Scraping your hair up in a bun, you padded into the living room with an idea floating in your consciousness which fortified upon finding your husband sprawled out on the couch, snoring away a beautiful Saturday afternoon while your two year old’s pony plushie had been merrily galloping along his torso.

This is what your weekends had come to - Baekhyun would snatch every minute he could find to take a nap and your little one would unwind in the company of her inanimate playthings. Family time was simply...non-existent! The three of you were together all the time but not really.

Plopping down on the box arm of the couch with a pointedly loud sigh, you tried to shake him awake, your ringleted doll enthusiastically following suit. Baekhyun fought the two of you off by curling up like a shrimp, shoving his face into the pillow and letting out a muffled groan thus inviting a flurry of giggles from the bright eyed little lady whose marigold sized fists danced on her appa’s arm as she excitedly bounced on the balls of her feeties.

“Ow!” Feigning injury, Baekhyun’s hand flew up to his shoulder to block another blow from the marigold fisted warrior princess. But she was caught unawares when he suddenly scooped her up in his arm and put her down on his chest, playful fingers wiggling along her protruding tummy.

More giggles from both father and daughter.

“Why did you wake me up?” grumbled Baekhyun. The entirety of his attention seized by his own miniature version, he masked the annoyance in his tone by wearing a wide grin on his face.

Poking your husband in the side with a bamboo needle (a failed attempt at knitting), you whined, “You’re sleeping all! the! time! I’m bored!” You lifted her off of Baekhyun’s chest, allowing him to sit up straight and stretch his back, only for her to go flying back into his arms again.

“Jagiya, sometimes I wonder who the real two-year-old is!” Baekhyun exclaimed, peppering the high tension baby's face with soft kisses. Their levels of energy had always been directly proportional - you never failed to notice how Baekhyun's effervescence fuelled her tempo. She suddenly seemed like a whole ‘nother person - in complete contrast to the tiny angelic girl who'd been quietly playing with her pony just a couple of minutes ago.

You protested, "When was the last time we did something together as a family?"

He shot you a look in response that said 'That’s rich coming from you!' but his boxy grin made a revival as soon as he set his eyes on the fluff ball in his hands.

You’d admittedly been a spoilsport when it came to participating in Baekhyun planned “activities” but they were simply “not your jam”.  A couple of weeks ago, the father daughter duo had decided to dress up as murderous clowns after seeing posters of IT Chapter Two around the city! Murderous! Clowns!! So instead of blatantly refusing their invitation to dress up as one yourself, you volunteered to be their photographer and clean up the mess after.

It was a lesson learnt.

So the next time they were ready to play Masterchef with the Sous Chef’s tush parked on the Head Chef’s hip and altered-to-fit toques perched atop their peanut shaped heads, you slyly feigned a work emergency and asked your husband’s best friend to drop in for sometime to keep an eye on them….and well, avert any potential disasters. You were grateful not to have come home to ruin and debris but to your angels well fed and soundly asleep on the couch with the Head Chef’s bright yellow chick apron soaking up Little Miss Sous Chef’s drool. Thank God!

No, thank Kim Minseok!

“We could do something that’s not...umm..well..” you started hesitantly.

Mischief dancing in his eyes, Baekhyun cracked a sly smile and asked, “Stressful?”

Pursing your lips, you gave him a non-committal nod.

***

“SPA DAY!”

Mirroring her father’s enthusiasm, your little one threw her hands in the air and thundered in baby coo.

Baekhyun had laid down an old rug on the living room floor and together you arranged clay masks, lotions, cotton pads, baby oils, moisturizers...the entire shebang. You excused yourself to the bathroom to cleanse your face while the older troublemaker tossed the younger one into the air, the sound of saccharine giggles and gurgles pervading the entire room.

Your lips unconsciously synced to the words of a familiar song stuck in your head...just this one line playing over and over again as you trotted out of the living room.

‘...I can’t even close my eyes and I don’t know why...guess I don’t like surprises..’

A vague foreboding swiftly crept into your consciousness. Dabbing your face dry, you darted towards the living room with a different tune stuck in your head.

‘Everytime I turn around, something don’t feel right! Just might be paranoid!’

From a distance, everything seemed eerily normal.

Gongju-nim was seated cross legged on the rug, with a fluffy cushion placed against her smol lap on which Baekhyun had his head rested. Rubbing your eyes, you blinked furiously to adjust to the baffling scene before you.

Jaw slacked, you stood watching her pudgy fingers work expertly along Baekhyun’s soft facial skin, evenly spreading the blackish grey gooey clay mask all over his face and neck. A sunflower hair band wearing Baekhyun guided her by occasionally tilting his head from side to side so as to avoid the mouth and eye area.

The two thoughts occupying your mind in the moment were the damage that the clay mask would do to her two year old silken tofu skin and ways to throttle Baekhyun without the teensie warrior princess coming to his defence riding her wee little pony plushie.

But before you could do or say anything, her clay mask wielding fist suddenly went whop on his pursed lips.

Baekhyun’s eyes flew open in horror and the little one burst into another fit of giggles upon seeing her appa’s startled face. You bit on your tongue to hold back your laughter as your husband frantically shook his head to dissuade her but with the competence of a professional, she continued to even out the mask all over his lips.

You quietly went and sat next to her as she reached out for another scoop of the mask from the tub. Aiming a gremlin grin at you, she proudly flaunted her clay covered hands and you realized that she had gloves on. Washed over with relief, you ignored Baekhyun’s clay swaddled cry for help and extended your arms out to her.

But Little Miss Esthetician was all fired up!

She enthusiastically struck her father’s forehead with her tinie palms (yet again you ignored Baekhyun’s pained whimper. After all, he had brought this upon himself) and cooed, “Mama~” gesturing that it was your turn now to avail her valued services.

“Oh, my baby!” you chuckled, “Come here, let’s get you cleaned up.” Gently scooping her up in your arms, you laid her down next to her father.

Now that Baekhyun had been shut up for a good twenty minutes or so, you started to clean the mess off of her hands while berating him in a sing-song voice. “Why did you think it was a good idea to allow her to come in contact with these harsh ~ chemical ~ substances ~ ?”

Brows raised, Baekhyun sat up with a start, shook his head in denial and defended himself with a loud, “Mmmm!!!”

You knew that the mask, made entirely out of quality, kid-friendly natural ingredients, was relatively safe but you were simply not the parent who took risks. You were pulled out of your reverie by gongju-nim dissolving into another fit of giggles at the sound that came out of her appa’s sealed mouth. Amused, you smiled down at her and continued, “It could’ve gone into her eyes, Baekhyunnie ~ or her mouth ~” In hindsight, it was an ill-timed joke but Baekhyun’s lips curled up in an endearing clay laced smile and his eyes crinkled into half moons.

Author’s Note: This… came out of nowhere:D I blame my dear beta @baekshoney​​ – we'd once discussed the idea of Baek being a teenager’s parent (in relation to a different story). Don’t we all love dilf Baek though? lol Anyways, this is a tiny glimpse into his future as a cute af father and husband <3 Let’s name him puppydad!Baek 😊 I hope this lifts your mood a little on a day like this!

On that note – happy birthday to our genius idol (aka mochi-cheeked hyperactive puppy), I wish that he stays healthy and happy and on the radar throughout the next 2 years (and forever)!! Don’t be too sad, guys, he’s hopefully going to finally lead a somewhat normal life for a bit 💞 Ok, I’ll let you get to it already~

A yawn.

You rubbed your tired eyes and dictated a reminder for tomorrow morning to your AI assistant. It was pretty late and you had your hands full all day with your kids. And while family time was always great, there hadn’t been a spare moment for you to tend to your own business. But two decades of dealing with your hyperactive yet loveable children (and husband) taught you to make the most out of what you got. So you were doing just that, organizing your errands and sorting important emails after everyone had scurried off to their rooms, and your husband — to the shower.

Baekhyun was quite exhausted himself, so you realized he must’ve gotten in the common bathroom by the time you exited the one in your bedroom. He did that sometimes when you locked the door out of habit. Not that he couldn’t come in, it was just… You used to scold him pretty badly for breaking into the bathroom. Picking locks wasn’t something you wanted your juniors to acquire as a habit. They had enough of their daddy’s traits as it was.

The thought made you chuckle. Your eldest son had already outgrown his father by at least five and a half – gotta be precise here! – centimeters (which made daddy very proud, but also a teeny tiny bit jealous). Despite his height, which, you were sure, was going to break the golden 180cm in the next few months, your boy’s build was exactly the same as Baekhyun’s. His shoulders were broad, his hips wide, and his waist was naturally narrow. Legs long and lean, and eyes always mischievous. He was eighteen and already seemed more like Baekhyun’s best friend rather than his child. Being both the hyung and the oppa of the household, he was the most mature out of the bunch, and always a big help to his parents.

Your middle child, your precious daughter, resembled you a lot. Her wavy hair and her big eyes with the longest eyelashes either of you’d ever witnessed. Seriously, that was the first thing Baekhyun’s friends had commented on when they came by to meet your new baby. ‘Is this even normal? Can she see through those? That’s one pretty baby!’ She was even prettier now, at her sweet sixteen, cheeks still a bit chubby, which – just as her button nose – were definitely an homage to her dad. Not to mention her hands that were even more delicate and exquisite than his.

The youngest, your six-year-old son, was a blessing. You weren’t planning to have more children after the first two until you suddenly thought… why not? Cannot say that you weren’t a little bit under the influence at the time. It was one of those rare weekends when your kids had a sleepover at their grandparents’, so you had the whole house to yourself. Deciding to have a domestic date and enjoy shameless daytime drinking, you indulged in a whole glass of wine before both of you were tipsy and giggling, then you added one more to the mix. At that point, all kinds of crazy things were brought up.

‘We should do this more often…’ You informed your partner. ‘This is exciting! We can walk around naked the way we used to before we had teenagers in the house!’

‘I miss our naked Saturdays…’ Baekhyun whined, almost spilling his wine while trying to sip it gracefully. ‘Now I barely even see you naked with your shower locking obsession!’

Pursing your lips, you dismissed his complaint.

‘After that incident… You cannot blame me for my caution.’

The incident was, well, your son needing to use the bathroom while his sister was taking too long and heading to the one in your bedroom. He nearly walked in on… an adult scene.

‘He didn’t even see anything, Y/N-ah,’ your husband grumbled, but you waved him off, downing your drink as if it was a shot of tequila rather than a glass of wine.

‘I don’t see a problem though,’ he blinked at you, not following. ‘We’re alone. Why not… See each other naked again?’

‘Right. We can also- Y/N-ah!’

‘What?’ You eyed his suddenly enthusiastic form with nothing but suspicion.

‘We can create a distraction!’

‘Hm?’

‘A distraction for them. So that they’d be busy with something else while we’re away.’

‘Hmm?’ You still couldn’t locate the source of his excitement.

‘Lemme show you,’ he slurred, tugging on your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the bedroom.

Let’s have another baby – that was his brilliant idea. Had you both not been such poor drinkers, one of you would’ve thought this through.

Nevertheless, you were glad that you didn’t. Because your little angel, who could sometimes be more of a tiny demon, to be frank, was the single sweetest thing to ever exist on planet Earth. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger, and you – most of all. How could anyone blame you? That troublemaker was the spitting image of his dad and had a personality to match — just as playful and affectionate.

The chill spring breeze from the window licked at the bare skin of your arm, causing you to shiver slightly, coming back from the land of reminiscing. You stretched on the bed, noticing how protruding your nipples became from the cold even while hidden by the gentle fabric of your nightgown. Pulling the covers up, you grunted under your breath, wondering what was taking Baekhyun so long.

Just as you did, the door cracked open, and your husband sauntered into the room.

‘Ah finally, I thought I needed to go rescue you again,’ you chuckled.

That had happened before. He once used the common bathroom to shower before bed and ended up captured by your daughter, who was around six or seven at the time, in the hallway. She then demanded cuddles, knowing that her father was too weak to turn his precious girl down and send her back to bed. You found them both huddled up asleep on the couch, with your husband’s head tilted dangerously to the side. Terrible sleeping postures always had consequences, so you spared him the agony of the next morning, waking him up mercifully and helping to get your little girl to her bed. This was only one of many occasions – Baekhyun was a softie.

This time, however, he was a bit stupefied.

He didn’t react to your remark and seemed like he was going on autopilot when he came closer and sat on the bed.

You lifted the covers, inviting him to join you, and he followed your lead, still staring at the wall across the room.

‘Yeobo,’ you called, getting slightly alarmed. ‘Are you okay?’

He blinked, the stupor breaking, and looked at you with astounded eyes.

‘I- I think,’ he began, making you shift to face him properly. ‘I think I just overheard our daughter watching porn!’

His voice lowered to a whisper by the end of that sentence.

‘Oh my god,’ you whispered back. ‘How do you figure?’

‘I was walking down the hallway, and I thought I heard something from her room. I didn’t fully register what it was, but now that it processed… It was definitely porn!’

The signs of distress on his face almost caused you to break down in a fit of laughter. You held it in with all you got. Fathers and daughters, the eternal struggle.

‘First of all, ew. Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed to be eavesdropping on your kids like that?’ You didn’t let him protest. ‘Also, how do you even know it was porn, you know she sometimes mumbles and whimpers in her sleep. Like someone else we know…’

Giving him a pointed look, you leaned over his chest to turn the lights to the lowest mode, leaving the room dimly lit. It was always effective when you wanted to help him relax.

‘I wasn’t ea- And you think I can’t tell what porn sounds like? There are some generic… sounds. That give it away.’

‘When was the last time you watched it?’ You murmured, eyeing him curiously.

Of all people, you knew best how short his attention span was. Sometimes it could work to your advantage. Like right now, when you needed to de-escalate this before you could reason with him.

‘I- wh- I don’t know, probably when you were pregnant,’ he recalled. ‘The third one was somehow the toughest on me. You looked way too attractive for a heavily pregnant lady, let me tell you.’

‘Heavily pregnant??’ You scoffed, softening right after. ‘Well, you have a point, he was pretty huge. I swear, if he doesn’t grow up to be taller than Chanyeol, I’d be offended. That boy’s giant head prolonged my healing by at least a month.’

Baekhyun sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back to that time.

‘He was the only one who caused you to tear, right?’

‘Yeah. Which is weird, considering that he was my third one. Ah well, I guess I’m not getting any younger…’

‘Aren’t you though? I’m constantly being asked about my pretty young wife,’ Baekhyun smiled at you charmingly. ‘And you only became prettier after the third pregnancy. I say it’s the hormones.’

Your cunning little plan was working. He was incredibly easy to distract.

‘Tell me the truth, was it the boobs? Or my butt? I did gain the most weight with the little daredevil, that’s for sure.’

‘It was all of you. You always looked so sexy when pregnant, I just wanted to have you all to myself,’ he cooed at you. ‘To feed you handpicked strawberries. And smother you with kisses. My beautiful young wife.’

At some point during this conversation, you shuffled closer to each other, now cuddled up snugly on the bed. Your finger slowly traced abstract patterns on his chest, happily exploiting the access to his skin where his pajama shirt was unbuttoned.

‘Ah, you’re just saying that to get under my nightgown,’ you batted your eyelashes at him, and he shook his head.

‘Maybe a little, but that’s true. And it’s not surprising that people are noticing – you are younger than me.’

‘A couple of years is nothing at our age,’ you murmured, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly up his to get cozy.

‘Well, you know what people say… Small kids make parents younger. Wanna have another one?’ He nudged you gently and laughed at the dirty look you gave him.

‘Yeobo- please don’t make jokes like this. I’d rather look for other elixirs of youth than go through that entire ordeal again.’

You knew that he was kidding, but the thought made you shiver.

‘I know, honey, I know. Like I said, you’re not in need of any elixirs.’

At this you relaxed, melting into his shoulder, and guiding his arm to wrap around you, warming your exposed shoulders.

‘Well, Mr Byun, same to you. Still as charming as two decades ago.’

‘Hey, I’d like to think that I’m more charming now. The experience and all.’

‘Who helped you gain all that experience though?’ You poked him lightly, and a low chesty laugh escaped his lips.

‘Of course, it was my one and only, my young, and beautiful, and smart and sexy little wife,’ he punctuated each compliment with a chaste kiss to your cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.

You squirmed in his arms.

‘Ah, you make a woman go mad,’ you purred into his lips mockingly.

He snickered softly, ready to lean in, but then stopped abruptly.

‘Wait a second- What about-’

‘Baekhyun…’ You murmured as he fussed on the bed.

‘I should probably go in there, and-’

‘And what? Embarrass your daughter?’ You held him down. ‘She’s sixteen, honey, it’s just the hormones. We’ve both been there. Let her be.’ You nuzzled his neck, pressing your lips to his sensitive skin lazily.

His mind was growing cloudy again since your hand was now caressing his inner thigh foxily. He’d probably realized what you were doing by now, but you were right, so he allowed you to sway him into giving the idea of an immediate intervention up.

‘Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly as appalled if that was our eldest,’ you scoffed and added in an exaggerated tone. ‘Never took you for a sexist.’

‘But- he’s eighteen, and she- she’s my little girl…’ He mumbled in a small voice, hazed further by your not-so-subtle seduction. ‘I can’t let her- watch that-’

‘Don’t worry, yeobo,’ you whispered soothingly in his ear, slipping your hand into his loose pants. ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Without you. No need to traumatize the poor girl, that’s how daddy issues develop.’

‘You should know,’ he bit back meekly, sighing when you finally wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length.

‘The sass! It’s almost like you still got it, Mr Byun. Care to impress that young wife of yours?’

‘I sure will, you cunning woman,’ he growled playfully, completely giving in to it and attacking your laughing mouth as he lifted the covers over your head.

***

You kick him under the table. 

He’s been observing her earnestly over his thin metal rimmed spectacles for quite sometime now but she has been far too busy with the abc’s and x’s and o’s on her cell-phone, to even take notice. Each chime berates your husband, pushes him closer to the edge of patience, until he can no longer tolerate being on the receiving end of his Universe’s silent treatment. After the last five days of resilience, the glint of combat is in his eyes. “Jagi”, he says to you, his gaze fixed on the rectangular device that mocks him from the possessive clutches of his daughter’s slender fingers, “I don’t see any samgyeopsal on the table.” The man of the house was usually quite loud, but tricked by the low rumble, you realise his tactics too late for damage control. He’s warming up for showdown and it causes your little one to sit up and take notice.

“Hmm?” Wide-eyed, she breaks out of the obsessive spell the five and a half inch screen has put her under. She’s unperturbed though and your husband, antsy. 

“Did you eat samgyeopsal?” He shimmies in his seat and asks her teasingly with a finger pointed at his pout. You let out an exasperated sigh. She’s not going to take a dig at her brand new lip gloss too well but she knows better than to answer back. Instead she’s whisked away by another chime from the bane of Baekhyun’s existence. He laughs a little too hard at that and you’re half-convinced that he’s losing the plot. If she doesn’t give her doting father the attention he seeks, anytime soon, he might even cry.

“Who’s texting you at 7 in the evening, nae sarang?” His voice is saccharine but his wide grin is light years away from his eyes.

“Appa, is there a curfew in place for texting that I’m not aware of?” Her chin is delicately perched atop her hand at a picture-perfect angle and her gaze flits between both her parents before meeting the flames in her father’s eyes.The staring contest between both father and daughter is heated. 

To protect the walls of love, compassion, laughter and togetherness of your divine abode from a spontaneous combustion, you intervene with a gentle sprinkle of, “Yeobo, your tonkatsu is getting cold!”

“Eomma, there’s something I learnt at the Western table manners class at Grand Hyatt last week”, she says to you while giving her father side-eye, “Making loud chewing noises while eating is considered rude.”

“Aegiya!” You glower at her while your husband devours the tonkatsu gravy with an obnoxiously loud slurp.

“Gongju-nim, I’ll eat like the royals once you put that phone down and enjoy your meal with your parents.” His eyes are glistening with tears at this point and there’s a slight tremble in your daughter’s hand as her grip on the chopsticks tightens.

The sound of the doorbell cuts through the tension that weighs heavy in the dining room and before you can even count to three, your little bird swooshes to the front door. By the sound of the muffled conversation you could tell exactly who was at the door but Baekhyun is pretty much caught blindsided. He questions you with the panicked wiggle of his brows. You open your mouth to thwart the looming aura of suspense but shove a spoonful of rice in it instead.

“Jagi, something’s definitely wrong.” Brows furrowed, he leans closer to you, urgently murmuring. “She doesn’t even laugh at my Lee Jung Jae impression anymore. And who’s come to see her at this hour?”

She rushes past the dining area and all Baekhyun catches is an ostentatious haze of yellow and gold. “Yah!” He calls after his angel, who is busily ferrying something much larger than her to the privacy of her bedroom. All his shouting is to no avail as she shuts the door on his despair.

Baekhyun’s face is now as red as his eyes. 

“Jagi, what’s going on?” he demands.

“It’s”, you huff, toying with the sliced pork cutlet on your plate, “Pepero Day tomorrow.”

“Huh? Pepero Day?”

His mouth falls open.

***

“Noooooo”, he cries tugging at the hem of your pajama pants with his head nestled in your lap, “She’s too pretty for a scrawny, worthless ---”

You shush him with a flurry of soft pats on his head, “We’re not going to invade her privacy. She needs --”

“Her space! She needs her space. Jagi, you sound like a broken record. Why didn’t she tell me about it?” He cries. “I’m her best friend, her gaming buddy, her hapkido master and --”

“Her overprotective appa. She was certain you wouldn’t take it...well...” You sigh relaxing his clenched fist and lacing your fingers in his. He shifts uncomfortably and his lips meet the tip of your fingers in a tender kiss.

“You remember when she got her first vaccine shot? She didn’t cry at first, my brave little chipmunk.”

“She cried because you did.”

His gaze wanders before resting in the warmth of your eyes and he lets out a chuckle, “She cried because I did. Also, don’t you think vaccinations are too harsh on such teensie dolls?” He huddles closer and wraps his arms around your waist. “She’s my partner in crime, jagiya. Even as a three year old! You remember the time we pranked you when her she couldn’t stop yawning? She didn’t give me any trouble with the medicine either...that gloopy green stuff. Yuck! Had it been you, she probably wouldn’t have taken it so easily you know? She’s the perfect daughter. She makes my birthdays so special, jagi. She taps me on the shoulder with this innocent smile to wake me up for my surprises! She thinks of something different each year. My young inventor maven! She’s Appa’s Special Girl. Her first word was Appa!” 

His winces slightly and continues after a rich pause, “I -- I feel like she’s still my wee baby… I feel like I have to protect her from the world. It’s not a nice place...” He huffs. “If anyone ever hurts her, jagi….I’ll be shattered. I’m not ready for the heartbreak.”

He looks up at you and his eyes seek solace. You put a hand on his forehead to make the creases disappear. “Even if we do it all right, yeobo, we can’t protect her from everything. So just have faith in your upbringing, hmm?”

***

“Gongju-nim - ”

“Appa - ”

They say to each other simultaneously over breakfast and you take it as your cue to exit the room.

“I’ll go first”, Baekhyun crouches and rests his arms on the table, “I shouldn’t have called you Chipmunk in front of your friends...I am sorry.”

“Appa! I am not angry about that at all! I don’t care about what they have to say… Appa I just want you to know that...”

“No--no aegiya, it’s okay you don’t have to --” 

She rushes to her room and brings out a large yellow and gold Pepero bouquet. Shuffling her feet she stretches it out towards him, “Appa this is for you.”

Dumbstruck, Baekhyun accepts his daughter’s token of affection rather reluctantly and after taking a good look at it he sets it aside on the table. His smile is wide and there’s a hint of pride in his eyes, “Aegiya--”

Tightly hugging his waist, she presses her face against his chest.