#dad!han

You turned, giving him a look. “You made a fruit smoothie, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but I swear I closed it.”

You sighed, setting the carton down a little louder than necessary. “You always say that.”

He set his phone aside and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but you’re not exactly innocent either. Remember when the laundry sat in the washer for two days?”

“Excuse me? That’s not the same thing!”

“Still seems the same.”

You stared at him, half annoyed, half trying not to laugh. “You’re impossible.”

Before he could respond, a small, sleepy voice broke the silence.

“Mommy? Daddy? Are you fighting?”

You both turned.

Your daughter, Juliana, was standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes, hair sticking up in all directions, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.

Chan immediately softened, walking over to crouch beside her. “No, baby,” he said gently. “Mommy and Daddy are just talking a little loud, that’s all.”

She looked at both of you suspiciously, clearly not convinced. “You sound mad.”

You sighed and crouched down too, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “We’re not mad, sweetheart. Daddy just thinks he’s right all the time.”

Chan let out a quiet laugh. “That’s because I usually am.”

Your daughter looked between you both, then pointed at Chan. “I think Daddy’s right.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

Chan grinned, trying and failing to hide it.

You placed a hand over your chest dramatically. “I carried you for nine months, and not only do you look exactly like your daddy, but now you side with him too?”

Your daughter giggled and wrapped her little arms around Chan’s neck. “Because Daddy always gives me extra whipped cream in my pancakes."

You sighed. “Ah, I see. Betrayal from my own flesh and blood.”

Chan stood, still holding your daughter, and said with a smirk, “Guess it’s two against one.”

You gave him a playful glare. “You’re teaching her bad habits.”

He laughed softly. “Teamwork isn’t a bad habit.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. “Fine, but team traitors can make breakfast today.”

Your daughter gasped. “Can we make pancakes?”

You exhaled a small laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, go ahead. Just don’t burn the kitchen down.”

As Chan carried her toward the counter, she leaned close to his ear and whispered loudly enough for you to hear, “Daddy, I think Mommy’s jealous.”

Chan snorted, and you couldn’t help smiling, warmth settling into your chest seeing your little family.

Lee Know

(956 Words)

It was 11:07 p.m. when you finally heard the front door click open.

You were sitting on the couch in the dim light of the living room, arms folded over your chest, the television long turned off. The clock on the wall ticked louder than it should have, each second adding fuel to the frustration building in your chest.

Your husband, Minho, stepped in, pulling down his hoodie, exhaustion written across his face. “You’re still up?”

You looked up at him sharply. “Hard not to be when you come home this late again.”

He sighed, dropping his keys onto the table. “I told you, the meeting ran late. I can’t just leave in the middle of work—”

“Minho, it’s not just today. It’s been months,” you cut in, voice strained. “The kids barely see you. You promise you’ll be home for dinner, and every time, it’s another excuse.”

His jaw tightened. “It’s not an excuse, Y/N. It’s my job.”

You shook your head, eyes stinging. “And what about us? What about our family? I feel like I’m raising them alone while you—”

“Don’t say that.” His tone was sharp now, the edge cutting through the quiet.

You stood up, arms trembling slightly. “Then what do you want me to say? That it’s fine? That it doesn’t hurt watching you drift away from us?”

“I’m doing this for us!” he snapped. “For you, for the kids—so they have a better life—”

“I never asked for that kind of life if it meant losing you in the process,” you said, voice breaking slightly.

He stared at you, chest rising and falling fast. The air felt heavy, thick with all the words neither of you had said for months.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N! I just–” he started to raise his voice before you quietly cut him off.

“Minho,” you said firmly, “just… keep it down, please. Mingi and Minjung are asleep upstairs.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing once, twice, like he was trying to keep himself together.

You exhaled shakily. “Look, I’m tired. Let’s take a breather, okay? I’ll just stay at my mom’s place for a few days—”

His head snapped toward you. “No,” he said immediately, voice sharp.

“Minho, please—”

“No, Y/N.” His voice rose without meaning to. “You’re not leaving. Because if you walk out that door, what’s next? You send me divorce papers? You decide we’re done?”

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the panic in his tone. He wasn’t angry anymore, he was scared.

“Minho…” you started, softer now.

But before you could continue, a small, shaky voice came from the stairs.

“Eomma? Appa?”

You both turned.

Your son, Mingi, stood there in his pajamas, holding onto the railing, his little face pale and eyes glistening. “Are you… getting divorced?”

Your heart dropped instantly.

Minho froze for a second before rushing over, crouching down so he was level with his son. “Hey, hey… no, no, no, baby. Appa and Eomma just had a small conversation, okay? Just talking too loud.”

Mingi sniffled. “But my friend from school… Chaemin said his mom and dad fought like that, and then they got divorced. He said it means they don’t love each other anymore.”

You felt your throat tighten as you knelt beside them, placing a gentle hand on your son’s back. “Oh sweetheart, no. Eomma and Appa love each other very much. Sometimes grown-ups just… get tired. But that doesn’t mean we’ll ever stop being a family.”

Minho nodded, voice low but steady now. “You have nothing to worry about, okay? We’re not going anywhere.”

Mingi’s eyes welled up again. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Minho whispered, pulling him into a hug. You joined in, wrapping your arms around both of them, the tension from earlier dissolving into quiet sniffles and warmth.

Once you’d tucked Mingi back into bed and checked on Minjung, who was still fast asleep, you both returned to the hallway in silence.

You turned toward your bedroom, still drained, when you felt his hand gently wrap around your wrist.

“Jagiya…” His voice cracked.

You turned slowly. His eyes were red, glassy, but not from anger this time, instead it was filled with guilt and regret.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to yell. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to leave just to breathe. I just—” he swallowed hard, “the thought of you walking away scared me. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose what we built.”

You exhaled shakily, your own heart heavy. “Minho… if you don’t want me to go, then you need to start showing up for us. Not just with your job, not just with money but you. The kids need you. I need you.”

He nodded quickly, a tear finally slipping down his cheek. “I know. And I swear—I’ll do better. I’ll make time, I’ll come home earlier, I’ll… I’ll fix this. Please, just don’t leave me, I can’t live without you.”

You looked at him for a long moment before finally whispering, “Okay. But this has to change.”

He nodded again, then reached forward, cupping your face gently. “It will. I promise.”

And then he leaned in to kiss you with desperation as if it’s a silent plea to make things right. His hands trembled against your cheeks as if he was scared you’d disappear if he let go.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I love you,” he whispered.

You closed your eyes, whispering back, “Then keep showing me that.”

He nodded softly, pulling you into his arms and you clung to him silently, the kind of hold that said please don’t make me regret staying.

Han Jisung

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It had been one of those days where everything felt like a never-ending loop of chaos. Spilled juice, crayons on walls, toys everywhere, and your three-year-old twins, Jisoo and Minsoo, deciding that today was the day to fight over every little thing.

By the time evening rolled around, your patience had worn thin. You’d just managed to get them to sleep when you heard the front door unlock.

Han stepped in quietly, shoulders slumped, looking drained. He kicked off his shoes, muttering, “Hey, babe.”

You looked up from the sink, trying to keep your tone even. “Hey. You’re late.”

He sighed, setting his bag down. “Yeah. Studio was a mess today. Nothing sounded right.”

You just hummed, washing the last glass, except when you turned, he’d already picked up another glass to drink water and left it half-full on the counter.

“Jisung,” you said tiredly. “Can you at least finish the water before leaving it there?”

He blinked at you, confused. “What? I was gonna drink it later.”

“Right, like the other two you ‘were gonna drink later’ sitting in the sink,” you muttered.

He frowned slightly. “Okay, seriously? It’s just a glass, Y/N.”

“It’s not just a glass, Jisung. It’s everything. The mess, the noise, the twins fighting all day—”

“Then why are you taking it out on me?”

“Because you don’t see how hard it’s been!” you snapped before you could stop yourself. “You come home tired, but you don’t realize how exhausting it is here too!”

He dropped his voice, frustrated. “And you don’t realize I’m doing this for us!”

Your chest tightened, and for a second, the air went thick.

“Forget it,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead.

He scoffed, voice raising without meaning to. “No, I’m trying to talk to you, but you’re shutting me—”

A loud wail cut through his words, and both of you froze.

The twins’ cries echoed down the hallway, high-pitched and panicked.

You turned to him slowly, eyes wide. “Thanks a lot, Han Jisung.”

“Y/N—”

But you were already walking away, down the hall to the kids’ room.

When you entered, both Jisoo and Minsoo were sitting up in their tiny beds, tears streaming down their cheeks.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay, Mommy’s here,” you whispered, rushing to scoop Minsoo into your arms as Jisoo clutched your sleeve. “Mommy’s here, okay? Go back to sleep, it’s okay—”

But the tears didn’t stop. One cried harder, setting the other off again. You tried singing softly, but your voice cracked halfway through. Your own tears finally spilled over.

You sat there between their beds, holding them both, crying quietly into their hair. The exhaustion, the noise, the arguments — it all came crashing down at once.

Then, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see your husband leaning over and looking at you softly with guilt heavy on his face.

He crouched down beside you, gently taking Minsoo from your arms and setting her back into bed. Then he reached over and cupped your face, brushing away your tears with his thumb.

“Hey,” he said softly, voice shaking a little. “Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. Go rest, I got this, yeah?”

You wanted to protest, but he shook his head, eyes pleading. “Please, baby. Go lie down. Let me handle it.”

You nodded weakly, pressing a kiss to both the twin’s foreheads before slipping out of the room.

Behind you, you could hear Jisung humming the same silly lullaby he used to make up for the twins when they were babies. His soft voice carried through the hallway, low and soothing, and after a few minutes, the crying quieted down.

When he finally came back to your room, you were sitting on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He walked in quietly and sat beside you.

“Hey,” he said gently, reaching for your hand. “They’re asleep.”

You nodded silently, eyes still red.

He sighed, then leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “For raising my voice. For not being there more. For being… me.”

You let out a soft, watery laugh. “You’re not that bad.”

He smiled a little, lifting his head. “You sure? I literally made our toddlers cry tonight.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You and me both.”

He squeezed your hand. “Still… thank you, baby. For everything you do. For them. For me.”

You looked at him and saw how tired he was too. The dark circles, the worn-out eyes, the guilt. You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “We’re both tired, huh?”

He wrapped an arm around you, kissing the top of your head. “Yeah. But at least we’re tired together. So romantic.”

You chuckled. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Tomorrow,” he whispered, “I’ll take over. You sleep in, I’ll do breakfast, cartoons, the whole chaos package.”

You laughed quietly. “You sure you can handle that?”

He grinned. “Nope. But I’ll try.”

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his softly. “That’s enough.”

And for the first time that day, the house felt quiet and just peaceful.

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Only to discover that the apartment is luxurious compared to your dad's busted up trailer.

As soon as you step into the door, you scrunch your nose. Empty beer cans quite literally everywhere. Half smoked cigarettes, cigarette butts, overflowing ashtrays, dirty dishes piled on the counter, stacks of unopened mail that has to be at least three years old on the table beside the couch . . .

"Hey, sweetheart!" Han exclaims, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You let out a tiny squeak of surprise, awkwardly wrapping your arms around him in return, giving his back a few pats. This is the first time you've met him—at least that you can remember—and he's already so touchy. Maybe that's just the type of person he is. Seems like it. You smile against his chest, the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne assaulting your nose. "Hi... uh, dad."

He pulls back and holds you by the arms, his hazel eyes looking over your face. "God, you look just like your mama." He flashes you a lopsided grin that, combined with his toned, hairy chest that's on display thanks to his open flannel, makes your stomach pool with warmth. "Speakin' of, how's she doin'?" He asks, pulling you over to the couch, kicking a can out of the way with practiced ease. You silently wonder how many beer cans are forgotten underneath the couch. "She's good," you respond, still feeling put-off for some reason as you take in the cheap decor, "working. Rent in the city isn't cheap."

"Tell me about it," he says, sighing and falling back onto the couch with a beer you didn't even register him grabbing. He cracks it open, spreading his legs obnoxiously wide before motioning to the couch beside him. "Come on now, sweet thing. Sa'down, stay awhile. Wanna get to know my little one. Well, big one." He grins. Ah, what the hell. You make your way over and sit down, patting your thighs nervously.

The day stretches on, conversations had over cheap beer and greasy takeout. "Why don't we watch something?" You suggest, already moving to the unlabeled DVDs in their cases on the TV stand. He shrugs. "See what you can find, sweets." He says, tossing his empty container across the room and just making it into the trash can. After coming across one case, you turn it over, skimming the back of it. It's vague, so you pop it into the player, returning to the couch.

Then, the intro plays, cheesy 80s porno music playing, bright colored words flashing onto the screen.

"Following a bizarre fantasy sequence, this father/son/daughter trio gets steamy! HOT daddy/daughter/son action! Totally Taboo! Father & Daughter & Son star in this XXX film!"

What the fuck?

Your eyes widen, mouth agape. Han widens his eyes, quickly grabbing the remote and pausing the film, his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushing red. Slowly, you turn and look up at him, blinking in disbelief. "You sick fuck!" Is the first thing that leaves you, more angry than anything else. Disgusted is what you probably should be.

Han chuckles nervously, raising his hands in a placating gesture, the beer in the now half-empty can sloshing audibly with the motion. "Hey now sweet thing, hold on a minute. Don't go gettin' all weirded out on me. Everyone's got somethin' they're into, and this just so happens to be what your old man's into." He shrugs, hoping the damage control is working. The first meeting with this deadbeat bastard and you discover his fucking incest fetish. Against your mental wishes, your cheeks go pink as you look at him, unable to really form any words. God, you look so scared, so unsure, and when your gaze catches his half-hard cock in his jeans, your breath hitches. "Why are you hard?!" You whine.

"Why are you looking?" He shoots back with a smirk. Touché. "C'mon now, we could use some daddy-kiddo time anyways, can't we?" He asks, putting his free hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. "You couldn't even be bothered to hide your weird fetish porn?" You ask. He scoffs. "Fuck nah, this is my place. I do whatever I want, whenever I want. You'll learn that real quick bein' 'round your daddy, sweetpea. Now, you gonna keep whinin' or are you gonna kick back and watch the movie with me?"

Weighing your options, you stare at him idly for a moment. You could either wait here awkwardly for two hours for your mom to come pick you up, or you could do this and sleepover and wait two hours for your mom to come pick you up in the morning. Ultimately, you decide on the latter. "Fine," you murmur, "we can watch."

Throughout watching the cheap porno, Han has adjusted himself at least about five times, and not discreetly either. He knows that you're gawking at the outline of his fat cock and he loves it. "Ya know, if y'keep starin' i might have to do somethin' about it, dollface." Dollface. What are you, a cheap whore? You promptly look away, clearing your throat. The hand previously on your thigh finds it again before sliding to your hip, up your side, up to your chest, thumb grazing over your nipple before eventually finding your face. "You wan' your daddy's cock in your mouth, don't you? You've been itchin' to taste it all afternoon. Well, go on." Han pulls away, spreading his legs wider, if possible. A clear invitation.

You swallow down your embarrassment, realizing that within the walls of your dad's trailer, embarrassment has no place. Getting down on the floor, you feel like you're going to pass out. On your knees, in your daddy's dirty trailer, about to suck him off. Absolutely fucking disgusting. You reach up and unfasten his jeans and he lifts his hips, letting you pull his jeans down along with his boxers. His cock bounces free, hitting his stomach with a 'plap,' making you whimper at how intimidating the entire situation is. It's not that you don't want this. Quite the opposite, actually—you want it bad. "That's it, now put it in your mouth."

Han reaches forward, caressing your face. You look at his cock, wrapping your hand around it, giving him a couple strokes before you part your lips and take the swollen tip in your mouth, immediately frowning at the taste of his bitter precum. No wonder, he has a shit diet. He grunts, grabbing your hair. "Don't fuckin' tease, get it in your mouth. All of it." Steeling yourself, you open your mouth and relax your throat as you try to take more of him, but you can only really go halfway, and he's content with that for now.

He grabs the remote and turns the TV up, the moaning definitely loud enough to be heard by anyone passing by his trailer since the window is open. After tossing the remote down, he replaces it in his hand with a beer, taking a swig while the other hand tangles in your hair, fucking your head up and down onto his cock. The sounds of your gagging plus the exaggerated 'daddy' coming from the television making the whole thing so incredibly sleazy, the beer being the cherry on top. He can tell you're hesitant, so he gives you some encouragement.

"Don't you worry sweetpea, you've got plen'y o'time to get better at suckin' your daddy's dick. All the time in the world 'fore your mama comes along to collect you."

-baby girl and mom are close too but she's so blatantly a daddy's girl. her mom just stops trying to impress her and accepts the crumbs of affection her daughter gives her.

-unsurprisingly baby girl’s first word is 'dada.' han would be beaming, asking her to say it again. baby girl is amused by all the attention he's giving her so she keeps repeating the word until it loses all meaning.

"come on, baby. one more time. say dada," han coo's, holding his baby on his lap. mom would roll her eyes and smile at the pair of them, giggling amongst themselves.

-han gets baby girl a lot of toy cars to play with. fuck gender norms. he would get cars in whatever color baby girl prefers. playing with her on the floor for hours at a time.

-there are nights, once baby girl becomes a toddler, that she refuses to sleep. han buckles her into the carseat in some expensive four door sports car and drives around the neighborhood because the rumble of the engine puts her to sleep within seconds.

-the older she gets the more she imitates han. gets to the point where han has to be very careful of what he says and does. if he doesn't have greens in his plate, baby girl won't eat hers because daddy's not eating any.

-baby girl drags han into pretend tea parties. he plays along, sipping from the empty plastic teacup. she forces a small tiara on his head as well.

-makeovers are a must. hans wife often has to hold back her laughs, finding him with kid eyeshadow smeared on his face, lipstick outlining his lips and two out of ten nails painted messily.

-she picks up his mannerisms and turns into a mini han. the toretto crew call her just that because of how much she resembles him. oh, if roman fucks around with han, baby girl comes to the rescue.

"ay yo rapunzel, let down your hair," roman says with an obnoxious laugh when he spots hans overgrown hair.

baby girl as quick as a whip, pans to roman and responds, "at least he has hair. what's your deal, baldy?"

oh, everyone that heard was on the floor laughing. baby girl said it so seriously, a frown on her face as she defended her daddy.

"that's my girl!" han cheers, kissing her chubby cheek, making her smile again.

-there would be a time where baby girl would get in between her mom and han. if they were being romantic, holding hands or even kissing she would push them away and cling onto han.

"no, daddy is mine," she would screech.

"but baby, that's your mom. my wife. i love her very much," he'd say to baby girl while picking her up.

"does that mean you don't love me?" baby girl gasps, her eyes watering.

"I love you so much, baby girl. you're my number one girl. don't tell mom, okay? it'll be our secret!" he loudly whispers, kissing her chubby cheek.

the wife would be amused at this exchange and would throw him a dirty look he'd laugh at. he'd make it up to her later in bed.

-his habit of singing random songs to calm her down would backfire. one day as he drives baby girl to school he’d hear her singing along to fergalicious. it’s possible han played it one too many times in the car. his wife is going to kill him.

-han would express wanting to teach baby girl to drive at eight years old. mom immediately refuses. she can't even see over the steering wheel! it leaves him no choice but to postpone the driving until she's ten.

-when he does teach baby to drive his heart swells with pride. she's a fucking natural at it. they'd drive around a calmer part of town, sunglasses on and music blasting.

"if you feel the car, you'll know what to do. life is like that too. be aware of your surroundings and how people react to things. you'll learn a lot from it," were han's words when he taught baby girl to drive.

he will never admit out loud that baby girl at twelve years old is a better driver than his wife.

-nonetheless, baby girl spends a lot of time in the garage with han while he works on the cars. after school she'd finish her homework quickly to assist han with the tools.

"wrench?" he'd ask.

"wrench." she'd say, handing him the tool.

"drill?"

"drill."

"snack?"

"which one?"

-baby girl remains clingy until puberty happens. the mood swings are killer not to mention the cramps. not only that but whenever she's out and about she would want to act cool and not like a daddy's girl. she lets go of han's hand whenever she sees a friend and runs out of the car before school without giving him a goodbye kiss on the cheek. it's probably the first time han's heart breaks. she's not a little kid anymore.

-INSISTS that han calls her by her name if her friends are around. he refuses. doesn't care if it embarrasses her.

-the dreaded day finally comes when she has her first date. mom is excited, helping her get ready while han waits in the living room all broody and pouty. bag of chips in his hand to ease the nerves.

finally baby girl comes around, dressed all pretty with a bit of makeup and her hair nicely done. she looks nervously towards her daddy, waiting for his reaction. while han's heart breaks again he acknowledges he has to come through as the cool dad.

"you look beautiful, baby girl," han tells her, a small smile on his lips.

she smiles nervously, "thanks, daddy."

her crush would arrive and they would go to the movies. his parents driving them. han wouldn't be that far behind in mom's car because it blends in with the cars out on the streets. he would sit rows behind them to keep an eye on the snotty kid that asked his baby girl out.

nothing much happens, they're just 14. at most he wraps his arm awkwardly around her shoulders or they hold hands throughout the movie.

he sneaks out before the movie ends and drives home, forgetting they're going for ice cream afterwards. it's there where the kid gathers the courage to kiss her. her first kiss. it's a good thing han isn’t there or he would've had a heart attack.

-once baby girl moves on to high school she chills out. she lets herself be seen with her daddy. every girl in her high school has a crush on han. i mean he drives her in an expensive sports car and he looks so cool opening the door for her, his salt and pepper hair as flawless as ever.

-lowkey she likes being the girl with the hot dad. it kinda makes her popular or at least the cool kids invite her to all the parties because of it. the girls drool over her dad and the boys over the cars...and her mom too.

-whenever he has to pick her up, he waits outside the school, leaning back on the hood of the car, arms crossed and sunglasses covering his eyes. the girls would eat it up and baby girl would look at them in disgust, cursing them out for ogling at her daddy.

-han spoils baby girl like crazy. it drives her mom mad. she wants this new blush from rare beauty? consider it purchased. after school she wants a snack from the convenience store? he'll get a bunch of them.

"i saw these shoes at the mall that were so pretty, daddy," she'd hum, plopping on the couch beside her.

mom would be glaring at han from across the living room, shaking her head no.

han would stare straight forward, "that's nice, baby."

best believe there would be a bead of sweat on the back of his neck from his wife's intense glare. the moment he got a moment alone with baby girl he'd slip her the amount the shoes are worth, giving her the ‘don't tell your mother' look.

days later he would hear a scream, "HAN LUE!" the wife found out about what he did. hard not to when baby girl is sporting brand new shoes for school.

-baby girl would be into a sport. whether it's volleyball, softball, basketball, martial arts, or fencing. whichever sport doesn't matter. han would attend every game, carry the heavy equipment bag for her, and be her biggest fan.

i think han could get intense at the games. if the referee wasn't being fair he's approach them and exchange some stern words. then, he'd go back to his seat and keep cheering her on. he would definitely treat the whole team to dinner afterwards or a treat like ice cream.

-baby girl and han would be so attached at the hip he would know all her friends name, the drama in the friend group, who is dating who, and who's on baby girl’s bad side. baby girl would get into the car after school and just go on and on about what's going on in the school. han being the person he is would know exactly what to ask to get her to keep talking and spill all the beans.

he lowkey enjoys the gossip and would be waiting for updates. like imagine it's 9 at night and baby girl is on her phone in her room and he'd knock and peak his head in, offering her some chocolate or candy.

"so, what's up with caroline? she break up with matt yet?" he asks, trying to act unbothered.

baby girl would would instantly sit up and pat her bed for him to sit, "now that you mentioned it, they broke up! but here's the kicker, caroline has been spotted around school with tyler, his best friend!"

-this closeness allows baby girl to be open with han. in the past he’s told her that whatever she’s done or if she’s in trouble she can count on him. want to go to a party? go ahead and be careful. got drunk at said party? call me and i’ll pick you up. you won’t be in trouble. puked in my car? i’ll clean it but no new shoes for a while.

-han would throw baby girl a sweet sixteen party or a quinceañera (if his wife just so happened to be latina)(let's be real he's mister worldwide, like pitbull). it's a succesful party, he goes all out and spends too much money. baby girl has a blast though, making it all worth it. she danced the whole night away with her friends and even asked han to dance some slow songs with her.

-han will definitely get her a car for her sweet sixteen. it would be a car she's been wanting since forever. han would modify it so it's more unique and fits her style better. he'd add a huge bow on top to make it abundantly clear that's her birthday gift. he'd add one of her smaller toy cars from when she was a baby to her keychain.

-honestly, han would probably be the type of guy to get baby girl those huge keychains that have a taser, a poof ball, a stabby thing, and a whistle in her favorite color.

-baby girl is super smart and the time comes when she has to set off to college. han is miserable on her graduation day, watching her walk on the stage and give her valedictorian speech. she's been accepted to a fancy school for smart kids...far away from home.

he's fully capable of moving his whole life to whatever place that school is in but his wife holds him back. it's time for her to go and start building her own life. she'll forever be his baby girl.

-baby girl makes it her goal to spend the whole summer with her parents. she follows han around like when she was a child, helps him in the garage, goes out shopping with him, and take late night drives to talk about the latest gossip on her friends.

-in august she has to go settle into her dorm. the ride to the airport is quiet, baby girl didn't want any tears. she checked into her flight, dropped her bags off and headed for the line for tsa.

she hugged her mom tight, giving her a kiss on the cheek and turned towards her daddy. she threw herself at him, hugging him so tight.

"be safe, okay? if you don't like it and you want to come back home, that's fine. whatever you need let me know," han whispers in her ear as they hug. he holds back his tears since he promised her no tears.

"bye daddy," she mumbles, stepping back.

she grabs hold of her carry on bag and walks away without looking back. han knows that tears are underway, though. it's his sixth sense. as baby girl walks through tsa she looks back and sure enough there are fat tears rolling down her face.

-his life feels empty when he returns to the house. his wife comforts him, even if she's sad about her daughter's move. he reassures her he's fine but she knows better. han and baby girl have been attached at the hip since she was born.

-those first weeks are hell. han can't shake off the habit of knocking on her door at night to check up on her. often times he'd grab two of something to share it with her until he remembers she's gone.

-a friday night he receives a call. baby girl is face timing him.

"missed me, old man?" she'd beam at him. she's in her dorm room, getting ready to go out. she’s into clubs now much like her daddy was years ago.

the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

"i don't know what you're talking about. you called me," he'd chuckle.

"i got some hot goss for you. caroline is pregnant with twins!" she'd scream into the phone, picking up a brush to apply her blush.

just like that a new habit would form. almost every night baby girl would call him to tell her parents all about her day. sometimes the conversations are short but other times they could go on for hours. all she wanted was to hear his voice.

-han looks forward to those calls. he always answers no matter if he's sleeping or out with the crew. if he's with the crew the phone would be ripped out of his hands as everyone says hi to baby girl. best believe there would be a jab thrown at roman. the two of them never quite got along.

-on her third year of college she comes home for the holidays, bringing a boy with her. her boyfriend. baby girl and his wife blind sided him, he had no idea this person was coming into his home. if he thought he was staying with baby girl in her room he's wrong! the guest room it is for the boyfriend.

-han hates to admit it but the boyfriend treats baby girl like he's supposed to. like a goddamn queen. he even peels her oranges for her so she doesn't ruin her nails.

-the boyfriend seeks han's approval. han basically has him as a lapdog during the holidays, keeping him busy with things to do while han spends time with baby girl. she notices,of course, but says nothing on the matter. if her boyfriends wants han's approval he has to do what han tells him to.

-at the end of the holiday's, when it's time to return to campus, han pats him in the back and says, "sees you in the summer, kid." baby girl's boyfriend proved his worth, now it's in his hands not to screw things up.

-two years later that same boy visits han and his wife and asks for her hand in marriage. han reluctantly agrees. baby girl has just gotten back from college this year. she's finally back under his roof and she'll be leaving him again. her boyfriend is a fine man, though and he'll make her happy.

-just like her huge party when she was a teen, han throws a big wedding. it's everything out of baby girl's dream.

han walks her down the aisle, her hand holding onto his arm as she stares ahead at the man of her dreams. her soon to be husband. he looks at her approaching with tears in his eyes from how beautiful she looks.

"i love you, baby girl," han tells her, kissing her cheek, careful not to ruin her makeup.

"i love you too, daddy. thank you for everything," she responds.

it's so hard for han to let go of her hand. still, he hands her over to her fiance and tells him, "take care of her. it's my life you have there."

"i promise."

-han's heart breaks for the last time he hopes. the ceremony is beautiful and the vows make people cry. han watches his baby girl up there. she's no longer a baby, she's a woman. yet he still sees that baby who would calm down at the sound of his voice.

it's later in the reception where the water works happen. baby girl grabs a microphone and says, "as many of you know, my favorite person in the whole wide world is my dad, or daddy, as i still proudly call him. he's made me the person i am today. all my quirks, my interests, and my morals are all things i've gotten from him. i couldn't of asked for a better father. my god he spoiled me to no end and taught me the best lessons there are, including how to change a tyre, which has proved to be very useful. i'm going to stop talking now and ask for you to come up here and dance with me."

so far, han is composed. he stands and grabs her hand to dance to the song she chose. (i imagine it to be first man by camilla cabello. it's a beautiful song.) they sway to the music and it's while listening to that song that the first tear falls.

"don't cry, daddy," baby girl sniffs, swiping it away.

"i'm so proud of you, baby girl," he says as more tears tumble down his eyes.

"gosh, you're making me cry," she says, looking up to prevent the tears from falling.

"it's okay, i paid for the waterproof makeup," han jokes, pulling her into a tight hug.

she'll always be his baby girl. no matter what. in his eyes she could do no wrong.

fin.

han would be a great dad. i didn’t get into the dark side of the business here. i wasn’t sure how to write it in. but be rest assured he’d keep her safe from it all.

thank you for reading! i hope you liked it!