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📝 Playdate Gone Wrong (Lee Know, Hyunjin, Han) 💘🩵
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Bang Chan
📝 Our Little Miracle 💘
📝 Love That Remained 💔❤️🩹💘
📝 100 Days Of Being Parents 💘
Lee Know
📝 Like Father, Like Son 💘🩵
📝 Fading Love [4 Part Series] 💔❤️🩹💘
📝 Meeting Baby Mingi 💘🩵
📝 Little Rivalry 💘🩵
📝 How Daddy Met Mommy 💘
📝 Left Behind 💔❤️🩹
Seo Changbin
📝 Ballroom For Two 💘
📝 Morning Cuddles 💘 (a/n: I know in previous fics I mentioned Changbin having a daughter first, but I’ve decided to switch things up—let’s just pretend his son was chilling in the other room back then!)
summary: the soft, emotional, and unforgettable moments of your baby's “firsts” — the tiny milestones that feel like entire galaxies for you both as parents
pairing: dad!skz x mom!reader
genre: fluff, humor
a/n: first time writing headcanons, hope you guys like it ♡
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Bang Chan 🐺
Bang Chan lives for every milestone—he’s been tracking every coo, roll, and crawl in a special baby journal since day one.
He’s on baby duty while you’re in the kitchen. The TV is playing soft nursery rhymes in the background, and Chan is sitting cross-legged on the playmat, watching your daughter, Juliana, pull herself up using the couch.
“Look at you, strong little thing,” he smiles, holding his hands out encouragingly.
Then it happens. Your baby lets go and takes one… two… three wobbly steps toward him.
His eyes go wide. He freezes, then launches into excited chaos.
“Babe!! BABE COME HERE QUICK!!” he shouts, nearly tripping over a toy to get your attention.
You come rushing in, thinking something’s wrong—only to see your baby walking.
Tears well up in Chan’s eyes as he whispers,
“She—she's walking… you’re walking, baby!”
He doesn’t even bother grabbing his phone for a video—he’s too focused on holding out his arms, cheering your baby on like a proud, emotional golden retriever dad.
Once your baby reaches you, Chan immediately pulls you both into the biggest hug.
He kisses both your cheeks and Juliana’s tiny head, whispering how proud he is over and over.
Later that night, he writes the moment in his journal, complete with a doodle of the baby walking and a sticky note that reads:
“First steps. I’ll never forget today.”
Lee Know 🐰
Minho swore he wouldn’t cry over baby milestones—but he was absolutely lying to himself.
It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. You and Minho are cuddled up on the couch under a cozy blanket, coffee cups half-full, watching your 10-month-old son Mingi on the playmat.
Mingi is happily crawling around, absolutely fascinated with the cats. Especially Dori, who’s lying just out of reach, tail twitching.
Minho has his arm draped over your shoulders, a soft smile on his face as he watches your son and cats bond.
“They’re gonna be partners in crime,” he murmurs.
Then it happens.
A tiny, wobbly little voice breaks the peaceful silence:
“...Do…ri…”
You blink. He blinks. You both freeze.
“Did you…?” “Wait, did he just—?”
You both turn your heads slowly toward Mingi, who is now patting Dori gently and giggling like he just did the most amazing thing.
Lee Know sits straight up like he just heard a fire alarm.
“JAGIYA. THAT WAS HIS FIRST WORD.”
He practically throws the blanket off and rushes to the floor, crouching next to Mingi.
“Say it again, baby—Dori? Can you say Dori again?”
Mingi just giggles and reaches for the cat’s tail (which Minho gently redirects before Dori decides to leave).
You’re sitting there with your hand over your mouth, emotional, while Minho keeps whispering to himself: “His first word was one of the cats. I KNEW it. I KNEW IT.”
He scoops Mingi up and comes back to the couch, eyes shining.
“I thought it’d be Appa or Eomma. But no. Dori. The little traitor,” he says dramatically—while smiling so big his cheeks hurt.
That night, he calls his mom just to tell her the story. And yes, he brags to the other cats too.
“Your brother just said your name first. You better treat him like royalty.”
Seo Changbin 🐷🐇
Changbin always felt a little sting of regret for missing your son, Juwon’s first word. He was on tour when it happened, and although you FaceTimed him and he teared up live on camera, it wasn’t the same.
He really hoped he wouldn’t miss any big milestones again—and especially not for his daughter, Seowoon.
One afternoon, Changbin is in full “Dad Mode” — surrounded by IKEA instruction booklets, random screws, and planks that definitely weren’t labeled properly.
You’re on the couch, feeding Seowoon her snack and watching with quiet amusement as your husband mutters under his breath: “Why are there three leftover screws? What do they even go to?”
4-year-old Juwon is nearby, offering his toy hammer and occasionally asking things like, “Appa, are you building a rocket ship?”
Changbin grins at him. “Close. A dresser. For your sister. Same thing, right?”
Then, just as he’s hunched over the half-built furniture, he hears the tiniest, most delicate voice from behind: “...Dada.”
He freezes. You freeze. Juwon blinks. “Did Seowoon just say…?”
Changbin turns around so fast he almost knocks over the dresser.
“No. No way. Did you—Did she really—?”
You nod slowly, wide-eyed, as Seowoon looks up from her snack cup, grinning proudly and clapping her hands, “Dada!”
The screw in Changbin’s hand drops to the floor. His jaw does too.
He scrambles over, ignoring the mess, kneels in front of her, and gently cups her face, “Princess... you said my name. You said Dada...”
His voice cracks with emotion. He presses his forehead to hers, tears threatening to spill because he was here—no blurry video call, no missed moment
“I missed your brother’s first word,” he whispers, holding her close, “But not yours. Not yours.”
Juwon comes over and hugs his dad’s leg, "Appa, hug me too."
Changbin chuckles, pulling him in for a group hug.
You smile from the couch, your heart full, watching the love of your life hold both your kids like he’s never letting go.
Hwang Hyunjin 🥟
Ever since your son, Rowoon, turned six months, Hyunjin has been counting down the days to his first bite of solid food like it’s a Michelin-star event.
The night before, he’s prepping like he’s hosting a gala:
“Do we go with mashed carrots? Or should we puree sweet potatoes? This is his first taste of real flavor—he deserves elegance.”
You’re fully on board. You even go out and buy a tiny baby apron that says “Food Critic in Training.”
Morning arrives, and Hyunjin is wearing a silk robe over a plain tee like some artistic genius preparing a masterpiece.
The kitchen looks like a cooking show set—cute bowls, baby-sized spoons, a highchair with a cushion shaped like a cloud.
He even cues soft classical music in the background. “He needs ambiance.”
You hold your phone, recording everything like you’re making a mini documentary.
“Day one of Rowoon vs Food. Daddy’s the chef. Mommy’s the camerawoman. Stakes are high.”
You both carefully strap Rowoon into his highchair, Hyunjin whispering,
“Are you ready, my little prince? Daddy made this with love.”
He scoops the tiniest bit of mashed sweet potato and gently brings the spoon to son’s lips.
You zoom in dramatically as Rowoon’s mouth opens...and closes... and he makes a face like he just ate betrayal.
“Oh my god, he hates it—” you gasp.
Hyunjin freezes mid-spoon like he’s in a drama scene, “No... this can’t be. I pureed it by hand!”
But then—Rowoon opens his mouth again. Like he’s willing to give it one more chance.
The second bite? Less dramatic. More nom nom. He actually likes it.
Hyunjin's entire face lights up, “HE LIKES IT!!” he shouts.
You burst out laughing, zooming in on Rowoon’s messy, sweet-potato-covered face.
“We’ve got a foodie, folks.”
Hyunjin kisses Rowoon’s cheek despite the mush, whispering, “First food down. Next stop—Korean BBQ.”
Han Jisung 🐿
By the time your son, Jihoon, was born, Jisung was already a seasoned pro at diapers, burping, and twin negotiations.
But when it came to milestones, it still felt brand new.
Unlike his older siblings — Jisoo and Minsoo, who crawled like a champ very early on— Jihoon was the chillest baby ever. Always smiling, always content to just lie in the middle of chaos like a little prince.
Every night Jisung googles things like “how to encourage baby to crawl faster?” or “is my baby behind or just chill?”
He’s been doing "tummy time training" every day, cheering his baby on with way too much excitement: “C’mon, baby nugget! You got this! Crawl like your life depends on it!”
You both set up a full obstacle course one afternoon — pillows, soft toys, and finally, his secret weapon: a snack pouch.
Jisoo and Minsoo were already beside him, holding up toys and clapping like tiny hype squad members.
“Babyyyyy,” he calls, wiggling the pouch like it’s treasure, “You want this? Come get it, I believe in you!”
“Crawl! Crawl! Crawl!” Minsoo chanted.
You’re lying next to the baby with your phone ready, already wheezing at how serious Jisung is.
“You’re acting like this is the Olympics.”
“IT IS!” he whines.
The baby wobbles on all fours for the first time ever and both of you and your twins instantly lose it.
“WAIT. BABE. RECORD THIS. THIS IS IT.”
"Daddy, I'm so excited," Jisoo giggled.
You’re already filming, whispering excitedly: “He’s gonna do it. Hannie, he’s actually gonna—”
And then it happens.
One little hand. One little knee. Then the tiniest, cutest shuffle forward.
Jisung and the twins SCREAMS.
“OH MY GOD!!! HE’S CRAWLING! HE’S CRAWLING! BABY YOU’RE CRAWLING!”
The baby makes it two full scoots before flopping onto the floor with a satisfied gurgle. Jisung rushes over like he just watched his child win a Nobel Prize.
Jisoo clapped. Minsoo cheered. The whole house erupted with joy.
Lee Felix 🐥
Felix is obsessed with every tiny moment in your daughter, Yuna’s life. He’s always recording videos, taking pictures, and creating little memory books.
Every time Yuna babbles, he swears it’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard.
“Did you hear that? I’m pretty sure she said ‘Dada’ right there. Dada, right?” He’s already planning to tell her that “her first word was the best one.”
But today, your daughter is extra chatty, her eyes sparkling as she sits in Felix’s lap, reaching for a toy.
“C’mon, sweetie. Say ‘Dada’ for Daddy,” he coos, gently bouncing her in his lap.
You’re sitting across the room, watching, already knowing what’s about to happen. You’ve seen the signs.
Felix has been casually teasing her, trying to coax out a “Dada,” but you’re secretly thinking: “It’s going to be ‘Mama,’ isn’t it? It’s totally going to be ‘Mama.’”
Felix sees it, but he’s trying to hold onto the hope that his daughter will say his name first.
You’re laughing as Felix dramatically leans in, “I’m ready. Just say it... Dada.”
But then, the most magical thing happens. Yuna, with all her baby energy, looks at him with wide, glistening eyes and giggles.
“Yuna... Dada?”
She pauses, grabs Felix’s finger, and then...
“Mama.”
“WHAT? NOOO.” Felix gasps like his heart just skipped a beat.
You freeze. And then, you both burst out laughing. Felix's face is shocked, then it softens, his voice crackling with emotion.
“I knew it. I just knew you’d say Mama first.”
You’re trying to keep your composure but your heart’s melting from how sweet and soft Felix is in this moment.
“She’s so perfect,” you whisper.
Felix holds Yuna close, kissing the top of her head.
“I guess I’ll just have to work harder to get that ‘Dada,’ huh?”
And as you record everything, Felix, while holding your daughter, leans into you with a dramatic sigh: “I guess I’ll let you have this one... for now.”
The whole moment feels like pure sunshine, with Felix genuinely thrilled by her first word, even if it wasn’t the one he was hoping for.
Kim Seungmin 🐶
Seungmin is already incredibly emotional about everything with your son, Taesan. From the moment he held him, he’s been trying to document every single milestone (if he was not travelling for work) but somehow, this one felt extra special.
The day Taesan decides to take his first step, Seungmin was home fortunately. He was playing with him on the floor, smiling at his little boy who’s holding onto the couch for support.
Seungmin kept saying, “Come on, buddy. You got this. Just one little step.”
But honestly, he’s half-giggling and half-nervous because he's worried your son might fall right into his arms. (And honestly? Seungmin is lowkey terrified of the baby walking because this is a whole new level of chaos)
Taesan grabs onto the couch and teeters, swaying back and forth like a tiny wobbly penguin. Seungmin’s voice is full of anticipation.
“Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna walk?”
“C’mon, Taesan. Take the step, please. For Daddy.” He’s holding his breath.
Then... it happens.
With the tiniest wobbly leg movement, Taesan takes his first unsteady step, stumbling forward toward Seungmin, who gasps and almost falls over in excitement. He catches him right before he topples over.
“OH MY GOD! YOU DID IT!!” Seungmin’s voice cracks in pure joy.
Your son giggles, proud of himself, and Seungmin instantly scoops him up, lifting him in the air, doing an accidental spin because his emotions are a mess.
You’re standing nearby, watching all of this unfold, and Seungmin’s eyes meet yours, filled with overwhelming adoration.
“He just did it... He really did it.” He sounds like he’s in shock, but his heart is melting.
He’s bouncing Taesan in his arms, whispering to him in the sweetest voice, “You’re so grown up now, buddy. Daddy's so proud of you.”
You step forward, and he hands Taesan to you. He tries to hide the tears forming in his eyes, with a playful smile, but you know him too well.
“This is it. He’s gonna be running around soon, and I won’t be able to stop him.”
You laugh, already imagining all the new adventures your son will take. Seungmin rests his head on your shoulder and whispers, “I can’t believe how fast it’s all going. I’m just so proud of him.”
You and Seungmin share a quiet, emotional moment as you both marvel at your beautiful baby boy.
Yang Jeongin 🦊
From the moment your son, Sungheon, was born, he was obsessed with you. Sungheon’s eyes would always follow you around the room, and whenever you held him, he’d snuggle into your chest like he knew you were his safe place.
Jeongin couldn’t get enough of the way his son was so attached to you, always calling you “Mommy” with his baby babbles that made both of you melt.
“He’s already my biggest competition,” Jeongin would joke, pretending to be jealous of the connection you shared.
One evening, as you’re cuddling on the couch, the baby, now a little older, is lying on your chest, his head resting over your heart.
You’re gently stroking his hair, whispering softly, and Jeongin is sitting nearby, watching the two of you, already in love with the moment.
Out of nowhere, your son lifts his little head, looks at you with the biggest, most innocent eyes, and leans in toward your cheek.
He plants the softest, tiniest kiss on your face, almost like he’s been practicing.
“Oh my god.” Jeongin’s voice cracks as he watches, his heart doing flips.
He can’t help but laugh, both from surprise and joy.
“Did he just...?”
Your heart explodes at the tiny kiss. You freeze for a second, not expecting it, and then look at Jeongin.
“I can’t believe he just kissed me!” you say in awe.
Jeongin looks like he’s about to explode with pride, but he’s also so proud of how sweet and loving your son is already. He hypes it up.
“Oh no, it’s happening. He’s already obsessed with you, and now he’s kissing you! What do I even do?” His voice is full of exaggerated jealousy, but there’s nothing but love in his eyes.
You hold your baby closer, and Jeongin immediately whips out his phone to FaceTime his mom.
“Mom, Mom, guess what! Guess who just kissed Mommy for the first time! Look at him!” Jeongin’s excitement is contagious as he shows your son’s adorable face on the screen.
The baby, now snuggling back into your chest, yawns, and then gives you another tiny kiss on your cheek, this time even more adorable than before.
“Mommy,” he says softly, his voice still tiny, but clear.
“That’s it. You're his favorite now. There’s no going back,” Jeongin teases, making a dramatic face.
He kisses your forehead, then leans in to kiss Sungheon's head, full of soft affection.
“But, I’m still your favorite, right?” He asks you with a cheeky grin.
You smile up at Jeongin, holding Sungheon close.
“Of course, Daddy. But just so you know, I think we both know who’s going to steal all the kisses from now on.”
Jeongin dramatically pouts for a second before playfully laughing. “Okay, fine. But you know I’m still the best when it comes to kisses, right?”
You kiss his cheek, teasing back. “We’ll see, Daddy. We’ll see.”
summary: a glimpse into the daily life of the yang household
pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader
genre: fluff, humor, married with kids
word count: 661 words
a/n: back again with more dad!skz content, enjoyy ♡
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The Kids: Eldest Son (Sungheon - 7 years old), Youngest Son (Jaeheon - 5 years old)
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You were enjoying a peaceful morning sitting on the couch in the living room with coffee in hand, scrolling through your phone when a loud crash from the kitchen shattered the silence.
Raising two energetic boys meant living in a constant state of chaos. Noise was the background music of your life, ranging from stomping feet, sudden screams, suspicious giggles, and the occasional crash that made your soul momentarily leave your body. At some point, you stopped wondering if something would go wrong and instead started timing how long the quiet would last before the next disaster. So when you heard the crash from the kitchen, you didn’t panic.
You just sighed, because of course something had exploded again.
From the laundry room, Jeongin called out, "I’m not dealing with it!"
You groaned, setting your coffee down. "You’re their father!"
"You’re their mother!"
Before you could argue, tiny footsteps thundered down the hallway.
"YOU IDIOT!" You heard your eldest son, Sungheon, groan.
"NOT MY FAULT." Jaeheon, your youngest son, said defensively.
Both the boys skidded into the living room, and their faces showed pure panic.
You stood up from the couch and crossed your arms. "What did you do?"
Sungheon immediately pointed at his brother. "Jaeheon did it!"
Jaehoon gasped, deeply betrayed. "YOU TOLD ME TO DO IT!"
"Because I thought you wouldn’t actually do it!"
Jeongin finally appeared, looking completely done with life. His usual soft, sweet demeanour was gone—his eye was twitching, and he was rubbing his temples like he had a migraine.
"Who—" He took a deep breath. "Who put my shoe in the microwave?"
You blinked. "I’m sorry, what?"
You bolted into the kitchen and were met with the scent of burnt rubber and destruction. Jeongin turned the microwave door toward you. Inside, one of his sneakers sat tragically melted.
Sungheon and Jaehoon stepped into the kitchen behind you, their faces painted with guilt. When you turned to face them, they froze, exchanging a nervous glance before instinctively taking a step back.
"You microwaved Appa's shoe?" you asked, completely bewildered.
Sungheon bit his lip. "Technically… it was Jaeheon."
"I WAS MAKING IT WARM!" Jaehoon blurted out. "SO APPA’S FEET WOULDN’T GET COLD!"
Jeongin stared at them, his soul leaving his body. "Why… would you think microwaving a shoe was the solution?"
Jaehoon hesitated. "...The logic made sense in my head."
Jeongin dragged a hand down his face. "I can’t with you two."
Sungheon snorted. "Told you it was a bad idea."
Jaeheon immediately turned on him. "YOU TOLD ME TO DO IT!"
"Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it!"
"YOU DOUBLE-DOG DARED ME! I HAD TO!"
Jeongin turned to you, pleading. "You gave birth to these demons. Fix it."
You barely held in your laughter. "I gave birth to them, but they definitely inherited your stupidity."
"HEY!"
"It’s true."
He sighed and turned towards the boys then pointed toward the hallway. "Go to your rooms. Now."
The boys scampered away, still bickering under their breath.
Jeongin groaned. "I need a refund on these kids."
You chuckled. “Too late.”
You stepped behind Jeongin and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his back.
Jeongin sighed dramatically, looking at his melted shoe. "This is why I want daughters."
You gasped and turned him gently by the waist so you could see his face. You squinted at him. “No, Yang. I’m not getting pregnant again.”
He tilted his head, pouting in that ridiculous way he knew might sway you. “Please? Just one? A quiet one?”
“Shut up.”
“But—”
You silenced him with a kiss, gentle and lingering, until he melted just a little more into your arms. He sighed into your lips, finally letting go of the last bit of his microwave induced trauma.
“I still want a daughter,” he mumbled against your mouth.
You pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “I’ll buy you a goldfish and give it a pretty name.”
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