#dad yangyang

➸ request from anon; could i please request dad!yangyang.... i don’t really have any kind of plot in mind... just more so thinking about him with a baby/toddler aged child or if not maybe at some point during his s/o’s pregnancy. thanks!

➸ note; i wanted to write a domestic morning and i was hungry so this is what i came up with thank u anon i hope u like <3

➸ word count; 757 words

➸  julia; aged 2

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‘Good morning Julia,’ Yangyang feels the small girl’s tiny hands shaking him awake, ‘how’d you get in here?’

‘Door,’ she shrugs, like it is the most obvious thing in the world. 

Yangyang’s eyes flicker in that direction, seeing the door wide open, ‘yeah, you’re right there.’

‘I’m hungry,’ she complains, ‘can we have breakfast?’

Yangyang gently pulls Julia by the waist onto the bed with him for a cuddle.

‘What are you wanting?’ Yangyang asks, voice raspy while he nuzzles his nose into his daughter’s hair.

‘Pancakes,’ she replies simply, wriggling in his arms, ‘with sugar. And bacon.’

‘Hmm,’ Yangyang hums, trying to picture the state of your kitchen cupboards, ‘I don’t think we have pancake mix, angel.’

‘No pancakes?’

‘None in the kitchen,’ Yangyang thinks for a moment, ‘but how about we wake up mama and go out for pancakes? What do you think about that?’

‘I like it,’ Julia smiles, ‘Can I have my jammies?’

‘You want to go get pancakes in your jammies?’ 

‘Yeah.’

She’s so cute Yangyang thinks his heart may explode.

‘Perfect. Let’s wake mummy/mommy up now, ok?’

Julia rolls out of Yangyang’s arms and toddles to the other side of the bed, pulling herself up. She lays her tiny hand on your shoulder, shaking you.

‘Huh?’

‘Mama, we’re going for pancakes.’

Your eyes open to see your two year old hovering over you. 

‘Really? How exciting,’ you mumble, still half asleep.

You roll your head onto its side, looking at Yangyang, ‘who’s idea was that?’

‘Guilty,’ Yangyang grins cheekily, ‘Juli, you wanna wait for Mama and Dada to get dressed?’

‘Ok.’

She lays there, rambling on to either one of you about banana milkshakes and maple syrup while you and Yangyang pull cleaner sweats on. 

Once you’re all ready, Julia races off towards the front door, as fast as her little toddler legs could carry her.

’Time to go baby,’ Yangyang scoops her up in his arms, getting ready to make the short walk down the street. 

It’s only a five minute walk or so, but Julia is hungry and antsy, bouncing around in Yangyang’s arms. You trail along behind them, bunching up your hands in sweater paws to keep warm.

It’s still quite early, so the streets are pretty empty, the sun barely up in the sky.

As you approach the entrance, Julia begins squirming, ‘can you let me down please?’

‘Because you asked nicely,’ Yangyang pecks her cheek and sets her down on her feet, and each of you stand on either side of her, holding one hand each.

The hostess recognises the three of you, smiling brightly when she notices Julia.

‘Hiya Julie!’

‘Hi Miss,’ Julia is so cute when she’s shy, it makes Yangyang’s heart seize up.

The three of you sit in a corner booth, settling on the sofa chairs.

‘Are you just wanting your usuals?’ The hostess asks.

‘Jules?’ You double check, just in case the toddler is feeling indecisive.

‘I want them with bacon and syrup… and a milkshake?’

‘What do you say?’ Yangyang gives her a soft but stern look.

‘Please,’ Julia adds.

’So our usuals,’ you laugh, ‘thanks.’

She walks away, and you exchange a glance with Yangyang, ‘it’s probably slightly embarrassing that she knows our orders off by heart.’

Not long later the food arrives, and Yangyang, the forever doting father, cuts up Julia’s pancakes into bitesize pieces for her.

‘Do you need help with your fork Jules?’ 

‘I’m okay,’ she takes her little child fork, stabbing it into the pancake pieces and shovelling them into her mouth.

‘Tasty?’ You giggle at the syrup smeared all around her mouth.

‘Yeah,’ she answers simply, ‘good.’

Food is quickly devoured in mostly silence, occasionally Yangyang has to wipe around Julia’s mouth.

‘Are you all done?’ You ask her when the small amounts of pancake left stay untouched for a while.

‘All done,’ she echos, eyes drooping shut in food coma.

‘I think maybe it’s time for our morning nap,’ Yangyang mainly directs the statement to you.

‘Me too,’ you hum, ‘you may have to carry her though.’

‘That’s okay,’ Yangyang shuffles out of the booth, gently laying Julia on his chest.

She complains a bit, but eventually falls asleep on his shoulder.

‘I love our mornings,’ you’re back in the morning sun again, admiring your two favourite people in the whole world.

‘Me too,’ Yangyang agrees, leaning down to give you a kiss, ‘although I’m so happy we’ve tired her out. I need a bit of a nap now myself.’

➸ request from anon; omg hi could u maybe write something w yangyang and julia or finn idk who! but !! thank u

➸ note; im seeing so much dad!yangyang recently lmao,,, the content we all deserve. anyway i hope u like this anon!

➸ word count; 1048 words

➸ julia; aged 3

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‘Jules,’ Yangyang calls, trying really hard to get the overwhelmed girl’s attention.

‘Hello Julia...?’ Ten is confused when the small girl appears beside his makeup chair.

‘Sorry man,’ Yangyang apologises, scooping his child into his arms and holding her on his hip, ‘she won’t stay still.’

‘It’s ok,’ Ten laughs, ‘Jude was the same. Johnny couldn’t keep up with him.’

‘I think I’m going to need some advice from him…’

‘Are you going to calm down now Julia?’ Yangyang asks the girl as she writhes in his arms, silently begging to be put down.

‘You’re such an angel when your mother is around, but as soon as she leaves you have a fit-‘

‘Give her here,’ Kun orders, holding out his own arms.

Yangyang gladly complies, placing Julia on her uncle’s lap.

You had gone out to the store across the street from the studio that the guys were recording at in order to pick up some snacks and other random items, meaning that Yangyang had become suddenly solely responsible for the three year old Julia. With the age she was suddenly extremely curious, prioritising exploration over what you would consider common sense. In other words, she was a handful for both of you at once, never mind just one of you. She wasn’t badly behaved at all though. The members found it mostly cute.

‘Are you going to sit on Uncle Kun’s lap like a good girl?’ Kun asks her, very gently pinching her sides and laughing as she wriggled and squirmed around, ‘let everyone get their makeup done?’

‘Have you got makeup?’ Julia asks her uncle, who nods and closes his eyes, pointing to his eyelids which are covered in a glittery gold shadow.

‘Look.’

Julia reaches out a hand to touch it, but Kun quickly retracts his head so that it’s out of reach.

‘Ah ah ah Jia,’ he lightly scolds her using her Chinese name, ‘you can’t touch. It’ll ruin it.’

Thankfully Yangyang finishes up with makeup quickly, taking Julia from Kun and trying to mellow her out with some cuddles.

When a few laps of the studio floor lulls her into her nap, Yangyang returns to his usual idol duties, taking waiting room selfies with the members in order to post online later on. You eventually return in time for their performance, and Julia wakes up to watch it on the television in the green room.

You’re literally the only two people there, the staff mostly waiting more in the immediate backstage area.

Julia watches, fascinated by her father and her uncles performing their latest title track from on the television.

She’s still half asleep, head on your chest with a tiny handful of your hair, tugging occasionally. She’d perk up slightly whenever Yangyang appeared, a quiet mutter of ‘daddy,’ or ‘daddy on the tv,’ coming from her.

Julia is not happy when Yangyang returns around twenty minutes later after a little slot of interviews, sweating and still somewhat out of breath.

‘Y/N, did you hear?’ Yangyang bursts through the door, ‘we’ve been nominated for first place!’

Your eyes widen, before Xiaojun appears beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

‘Hey, I think that’s technically classified information,’ he laughs, ‘no-one else is supposed to know.’

’They would’ve announced it on the TV soon enough,’ Yangyang retorts, before locking eyes with Julia.

‘Oh my baby, did you see daddy on the TV?’

He takes her from you, lifting her up from under her armpits and hoisting her above his head, smiling widely at the way she shrieks and giggles.

‘You danced on the TV,’ Julia says between laughs, drawing sharp breaths in order to catch her breath.

‘I did! And we might win a prize!’

‘Well done dada,’ Julia smiles, echoing the same words of praise that you and Yangyang have given her her whole life.

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Your leg bounces anxiously, so furiously that Julia complains and attempts move off you, so you stop.

‘What does dada get if he wins?’ She asks, not fully understanding the true meaning of a music show win.

‘He gets a trophy,’ you explain, ‘you know like the ones in daddy’s practice room?’

Julia knows you’re referring to the rows of shelves filled with gold and silver trophies and plaques from various music and award shows that line the walls of Yangyang’s basement ‘studio/dance room.’

They’re up against another quite popular group, who are just coming to the end of their promotions, whereas Wayv had only just started.

You can’t even really pay attention to what the MC is saying, as all of the artists line up on stage to hear the results.

It comes to the point where they’re tallying up the total scores of each artist. You try so hard to do two separate sums in your head, attempting to tell which one is the higher number.

You’re in the middle of doing furious mental maths when the final scores start to be counted up, slowly dwindling up.

’Today’s first place goes to WayShenVi!’ The MC excitedly announces, as loud bursts of confetti erupt from the cannons at the bottom of the stage, ‘congratulations!’

‘Yay, Jules!’ You cheer, lifting the girl up and throwing her in the air gently, ‘daddy won!’

Julia shrieks, screaming in excitement at the prospect of a new shiny trophy.

You both giggle and clap through Kun’s speech, both of you itching to see Yangyang and congratulate him.

It takes almost too long, about 15 minutes while they’re still accepting their award and finishing up with the ending ceremony.

Yangyang comes through the door first, barrelling towards his daughter, lifting her up in the same way as earlier, except this time for longer and with a lot more excitement.

‘We won, we won, we won!’

‘Con-gra-u-lashions, dada,’ Julia says, holding out her two arms for a celebratory hug.

‘Thank you princess,’ Yangyang presses a loud kiss to her cheek, making a smacking sound.

‘Love you, dada,’ she grins shyly.

‘I love you too sweetheart…’

You sidle up next to them, instantly settling into his arms.

‘And I love you,’ he says, pecking your lips (much to the disgust of Hendery and Kun).

➸ request from anon; i really love your writing!! it’s so cute!! can i request yangyang’s reaction when he knows his s/o is pregnant? i’m really curious how he will be coz he’s such a baby himself

➸ note; thank you so much!! 

➸ word count; 1167 words

➸ julia; in the womb lol

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‘You know, if I have a son, I’m gonna name him eleven, because he’s gonna dance better than you… and he’s gonna sing better than you.’

Yangyang’s voice blares out from your shitty phone speakers, filling the bathroom. You’d never admit it, but sometimes when Yangyang hadn’t been around for a while you’d just watch videos of him being his usual chaotic self in an attempt to curb the way that you missed him.

Sometimes you felt a bit pathetic for it, but you felt pretty desperate in this moment.

‘Wha- but why are we talking about having a baby?’ Ten responds, completely baffled, ‘we’re still so young why are we talking about having a son or like…’

‘I don’t know, anything could happen-‘

‘No!’

‘Oh my god I’m kidding, I’m kidding-‘

You turn your phone off, his voice making you feel dizzy and anxious, reminding you of the somewhat grave situation you felt you were in. You fumble for the test that you’d already peed on, flinching when it clatters onto the tile below your feet.

‘Shit,’ you mutter, picking it up and holding it upside-down so that you could avoid looking at the result.

You slump your body against the bathroom wall, shaking your head trying to think thoughts.

‘You have to look at it, Y/N,’ you whisper, ‘just turn it over.’

You force yourself to flip the test over, and it feels almost as though you’ve been a statue and you’re moving for the first time in years.

Tears well up as you read the eight letter word. Positive.

‘Fuck, uh…’

You speed walk into your bedroom, yanking open your jewellery box and burying it underneath all of the bracelets and necklaces you had acquired both from your teenage years and from Yangyang.

Your ears are ringing, and you feel the blood rushing around through your body.

Yangyang is still at work, you’re not 100% sure what his schedules are for today. which means you aren’t 100% sure when he’s coming home.

You don’t know what to do. You’re still relatively young. You’ve talked about kids and marriage at length before, but under the pretence that it would be some years in the future.

You lay on your bed on your back, resting your hand on your stomach.

‘There’s really someone in there, huh?’ You talk to it like it can hear you, ‘we’ll be okay. I promise.’

Yangyang comes home quite late, hands too preoccupied with brown paper takeout bags to greet you properly.

’Sorry we didn’t get to eat together tonight,’ he apologises, pulling out a single styrofoam and plastic container.

‘It’s okay,’ you smile, ‘I don’t mind.’

Yangyang purses his lips, studying your facial expression in an attempt to read your emotions.

‘I still feel bad though,’ he hums, beginning to shovel food into his mouth with a wooden fork.

‘You shouldn’t,’ you mutter, turning around to avoid his gaze, using the excuse of filling up your glass of water in the sink.

For a few minutes you both sit in silence, Yangyang far too busy eating his dinner and you too hung up on your own thoughts and growing anxiety. What if he doesn’t want this now? What if he hates you? What if he leaves?

‘Hey,’ Yangyang interrupts your train of thought, causing your attention to shift to the way that his eyes are filled with concern.

‘Yeah?’

‘How was your day?’

‘It was okay… work was swamped but I finished quite early, so.’

He can tell that there’s something on your mind. He’s known you for so long that he can read you almost like a book.

‘Are you alright?’

‘Yeah. Just tired,’ you mumble, as Yangyang finishes his final mouthful of food.

You try to escape the situation by grabbing his plate for him, walking over to the sink and running it under the tap, pretending that you’re washing it.

You flinch a little when he wraps his arms around your stomach, burying his head in your right shoulder blade and kissing the skin.

You’re about to shrug him off when he murmurs a ‘I can tell there’s something on your mind. You can tell me when you’re ready, whatever it is,’ before removing himself from you and leaving the room.

You stand there for a few seconds, mulling over what he’s said. You’re half sure you can hear the cogs in your brain turning, trying to envision any possible outcome to this situation.

He’s sitting up in bed and scrolling on his phone when you come into your shared bedroom.

You crawl into bed next to him, so that you’re laying down with your head on your pillow. His free hand instinctively tangles itself in your hair, massaging your scalp softly and comfortingly.

You’re quiet for a while, head spinning as you try and push down the nausea. Whether it’s stemming from your anxiety or your baby, you’re not sure.

‘Is there something going on?’ Yangyang asks as you sigh in content from the massage.

‘I’ve just been thinking.’

‘About what?’ He discards his phone, shuffling down so that he’s lying down too.

‘About…’ you think of the ways that go about the topic, ‘what we usually talk about. Getting married… babies…’

‘Ah, feeling broody are we?’ He giggles.

‘Hmm, not quite.’

Yangyang cocks his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows.

‘What do you mean?’

You sigh, rolling over to reach for your jewellery box on your bedside table. You rummage around inside with one hand, eventually locating the hard plastic test and pulling it out.

It feels like someone is clawing at your throat as you drop it in front of him between you.

His eyes widen slightly as he realises just what it is, before taking it between his fingers and reading the screen.

‘You’re-‘

‘I’m sorry,’ the tears surface, ‘I didn’t know-‘

‘Y/N, oh my god…’

You fall silent, itching while at the same time dreading to hear what he has to say.

‘You’re really having a baby?’

‘I haven’t confirmed it but-‘

‘A-and what do you want to do?’

‘I- I thought we should talk about that.’

‘I thought we had.’

You sigh deeply again, recounting those previous conversations you’d had.

‘I’m just worried that maybe this will interfere with your career or the timing isn’t right-‘

‘Love, the timing for these things will never be right,’ Yangyang rubs your upper arms gently, in an attempt to ease your anxiety, ‘if you’re happy to go through with this, or not, I’m here to support you.’

‘I want this,’ you affirm, staring more at the wall behind him more than his actual face.

‘Ok,’ Yangyang nods suddenly looking slightly panicked, ‘seems like I might have to buy some books or something. And shit, do we not need to buy like supplies or something?’