with: cha hyun-su, park chan-young, tak in-hwan, kim yeong-hu, kang seok-chan.

warnings: fem!reader; sketch; get; married couple; possible child abuse; arguments and reconciliation; angst; mention of children; mention of parental abuse; violence; trigger warning; fluff.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. some gifs are taken from pinterest and some are made by me personally. do reblog, but don’t copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. Any coincidences are coincidental! The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball Requests are open!

𝘾𝙝𝙖 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣-𝙎𝙪:

He was an exemplary husband and a wonderful father. His parenting methods were based on dialogue and personal example. Hyun-Su never allowed himself to raise his voice or use force towards you or your child. So why does your son now allow himself to speak to his own mother like that?

“Listen, dear,” you gently address your son, stroking his hair. “Your abilities are out of control. Maybe you should practice with your father a little more?” In response to your touch, you receive a sharp slap on your hand. Pulling it away, you look at him in shock.

“You've gotten on my nerves,” your son says. His eyes change color, and he slowly approaches. “Do this, do that. Can you just shut up for a second?” You are lost: is your child speaking, or a monster awakened within him? With each step he takes, your heart beats faster. There's nowhere to retreat, you press your back against the wall. His hand, transformed into a wing, soars upwards to strike, but it is intercepted. You both turn towards the source of the black wing that appeared.

“Father...”

“Hyun-Su...”You exhale with inexpressible relief. The man releases his son's wing and steps closer. His gaze penetrates the child's very soul, analyzing, trying to understand.

“Is this how you treat the one who carried you?” Hyun-Su’s voice echoes through the hallway. Your son has always respected both you and his father, but it was Hyun-Su who was his main role model. Realizing this, he lowers his head, not daring to look at either you or his father. “I asked a question, S/N.”

“No, Father,” the teenager replies quietly. Your palms are treacherously sweaty. You feel powerless in this conversation.

“Then why are you doing it?” Hyun-Su steps even closer, tilts his head, and almost whispers, “Why do you think you have the right to?” Silence falls. S/N doesn't know how to answer because he himself doesn't understand these negative feelings towards you. After all, you do everything for him, like any mother. Perhaps it's because you're just human? He doesn't know.

Silence envelops the house. No one dares to break it. You walk around your beloved men and head to the kitchen. Hyun-Su continues to look at his son as if he were not his child, but a stranger, a lost non-human. Finally, the man pulls his son into an embrace, trying to penetrate his thoughts.

“You didn't want this... You're frustrated that you can't become stronger to protect her, right? Hyun-Su nods understandingly. He sees the root of the problem clearly. “I'll help you become stronger.” The man squeezes S/N's shoulder. It's not just a promise, it's his duty. “I'm your father.”

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣-𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜:

Chan-Young was consistently kind and welcoming to everyone, whether family members or mere acquaintances. He embodied mercy and humanity, never resorting to rudeness or shouting. However, behind this outward gentleness lay a core of steel, forged by years of service. Chan-Young might not raise his voice, but he would stand to the death for his family.

An autumn evening enveloped the house in silence, broken only by the rustle of fallen leaves, the mournful howl of the wind, and muffled voices outside. Warm light glowed in the kitchen, gathering everyone for dinner. You shared impressions of the day, but your daughter's silence was unsettling. Usually so talkative, she was suspiciously quiet today. You decided to speak with her alone after dinner.

“Darling, may I?” you asked softly, opening the door to her spacious room a crack. Seeing your daughter curled up, clutching her stomach, you couldn't help but worry. “Is everything alright?” you asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Leave me alone. I have enough problems without you.”

“What?” You were surprised by your daughter's sharp tone, but before you could react, she shouted again, “Shut up!”

Hearing the commotion, Chan-Young came upstairs to check if everything was okay. As soon as he tried to open the door, a pillow flew at him.

“Don't come in!” you yelled.

“Hey!” Chan-Young entered the room anyway and looked at you sternly. “I heard.” His gaze then fell on your daughter. “How are you talking to your mother... Is that blood?” He pointed to a stained sheet. “Are you hurt? When? Who?” He tried to get closer, but another pillow flew at him. Your daughter couldn't take it and screamed,

“Just get out, Dad! I'm on my period! Happy now?!”

“Oh, dear...” Chan-Young muttered, embarrassed. You sighed and escorted him out of the room, closing the door right in his face and promising to sort everything out. After this incident, Chan-Young vowed never to interfere in your "women's talk," who knew what you were so heatedly discussing.

𝙏𝙖𝙠 𝙄𝙣-𝙃𝙬𝙖𝙣:

After years of loneliness and torment, a family finally entered the man's life. His care for you and your son was touching, even sweet. In-Hwan, as if protecting you from any misfortune, surrounded you with overprotectiveness, likely stemming from the tragic experience of his previous family. He didn't leave your side, constantly watching and checking if everything was alright. At times, it was irritating, but the realization that all his actions were driven by love and a desire to protect warmed your soul.

Today, In-Hwan had to retreat to his study for an important conversation with the commander-in-chief. You and your six-year-old son, S/N, decided to pass the time playing chess – a beneficial and engaging activity. However, S/N seemed to have inherited his father's dislike for defeat. When you checkmated him, the child, in a fit of rage, flipped the board, scattering the pieces across the floor.

“S/N, what happened, sweetie? Are you upset?” you asked, approaching your son.

But he recoiled, crossing his arms, and blurted out, “Be quiet! You're not supposed to beat me!”

He stomped his feet hysterically. Before you could say anything, a scowling In-Hwan entered the living room. Meeting his father's stern gaze, the child immediately fell silent.

“What happened here?” the man asked, picking up a knight from the floor. “Did you decide that losing gives you the right to speak to loved ones like that?”

He glanced at you, then at his son, and commanded, “Outside.”

“What?…”

“In-Hwan!” you shielded your son, fearing your husband might yell at or even hit him.

“Step aside, Y/N,” he said in a voice of steel.

Under his heavy gaze, you involuntarily obeyed. Taking his son's hand, In-Hwan led him outside.

“If you have the strength to yell after losing, you'd better channel it into action,” he said. “12 laps around the house.”

“But…”

“No arguments,” In-Hwan interrupted sternly, rolling up his sleeves and standing beside S/N. “I'll run with you to make sure you do as you're told. We'll share this punishment together.”

And, gently nudging the boy, he began to run with him at the same pace.

𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜-𝙃𝙪:

This man is a true commander even at home. He believes a father must raise his son strictly to prevent him from causing trouble. That's why your sixteen-year-old son is an exact replica of his father. They are so alike that it's not surprising when the men they love start doing the same things, without even realizing it. Despite the steely character Yeong-Hu developed during his military service, he never allowed himself or anyone else to criticize you. On the contrary, he is grateful to you, expressing his appreciation for your son and for you always being by his side.

After sparring with his father, S/N went to shower. You, unaware of his return, were washing dishes. At that moment, the water stream in the shower would intensify and then weaken, changing temperature. Finishing with the pot, you wiped it and put it back, when suddenly your son ran into the kitchen in clean clothes but with wet hair.

“Oh... you were in the shower?” the realization dawned as S/N looked at you angrily.

“Yes, I was in the shower!” he shouted, waving his hands. “And I barely managed to bathe!”

“Sorry, I didn't know,” you said guiltily, looking down and fiddling with your apron.

“Shut up! I don't need your stupid excuses!” he blurted out, but before he could finish his tirade, he received a slap. The sound of the impact echoed through the kitchen. You looked up in fright and saw your husband looking sternly at S/N. After the slap, your son dared not lift his head to look at his father.

“That's not how you talk to your mother,” Yeong-Hu began, putting his hands in the pockets of his military pants. “She genuinely didn't know you were going to shower, as you didn't bother to warn her.” He clenched his teeth, his jaw muscles tensing. “This is entirely your fault.”

Yeong-Hu left, leaving you and your son alone. You wanted to approach him, but he ran to his room, slamming the door loudly. Sighing, you decided to wait for S/N to cool down before talking to him.

𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙠-𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣:

You were drawn to his bravery, faith, and soul. Seok-Chan is a man with a golden heart, capable of mourning even those he never knew. Your relationship began at the stadium. Your gentle nature captivated him. The way you cared for the survivors made his heart race. These moments made his heart beat faster. And when he came to you for help, wounded, Seok-Chan felt butterflies come alive within him. Your light touches on his injured body made him want to hold your hands tighter against his.

Starting a family with you became the best decision of his life. Seok-Chan had often pictured you as his wife: you preparing breakfast, him coming up behind you, kissing your shoulder, and holding you close. Now, these dreams were a reality.

Waking up, Seok-Chan stretched. His stomach and chest were covered in scars—a reminder of the monsters he fought at the stadium. Looking around, he saw the empty space beside him. Laughing hoarsely, he got up, made the bed, put on his pants, and walked to the icon shelf. Picking up his old cross, he kissed it and thanked God for the ability to breathe and see his family healthy and unharmed. Suddenly, Seok-Chan heard an argument between you and your daughter. Quickly crossing himself and putting the cross around his neck, he left the room.

“Shut up! I'll handle it myself! I don't need you!” your eighteen-year-old daughter shouted, slamming her fist on the table. You looked at her with pain, and the sadness in your eyes made your husband and daughter's hearts ache. The girl turned away, hiding her face.

“If...” Seok-Chan began, trying to sound firm. “If you truly don't need us, then you can pack your things and leave.” He spoke these words, aware of their harshness, but if his daughter wanted freedom, not parents, he wouldn't hold her back.

“Dad, I don't...” D/N couldn't utter an apology and fell silent. She didn't know how to ask for forgiveness properly. Seok-Chan shook his head in disappointment and went outside to smoke and think. The girl turned to you. “Mom... Mom...” You reached out your hands, and she, without hesitation, walked over and hugged you tightly. “I need you too.”

“I'm difficult to talk to, aren't I?” you asked softly, pushing D/N away to see her face. “Dad is much better at it than I am. If you're really having problems, talk to him, okay? And I'll be here to shield you from the whole world with my embrace.”