#haechan reader insert

➸ request from anon; hey sadie hope you’re doing well and staying safe~ i was wondering if you could do dad!haechan and his kids playfully fighting over the mum thank u so much for all your hard work

➸ note; ah tysm!! i hope this is okay, it took me ages to write this one for some reason

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➸ dalgun; aged 8, kyungah; aged 4, sunhee; in the womb lol

➸ warning(s); none

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You whine as you stretch, waking up gradually as you do so. You were so warm, both from being buried under the duvet covers, and being wrapped in Donghyuck’s arms.

‘Morning,’ he mumbles groggily, ‘sleep well?’ 

‘Mmm,’ you hum, ‘the baby moved around quite a bit.’

‘They’re getting big,’ he runs warm hands under your shirt and over your little bump.

You turn your head to face him and kiss him good morning. You turn back, Donghyuck kissing your shoulder-blade. Both of you lay dozing for a few minutes, just enjoying each others presence.

‘It’s so quiet,’ you whisper, ‘why is it so quiet?’

‘Don’t complain,’ Donghyuck grumbles, ‘you’ll jinx it.’

You turn around now properly, so that you’re facing each other, ‘just wondering what my children are up to.’

Donghyuck is too distracted by you to care, pressing kisses to your neck, ‘you’re pretty.’

‘Hyuck..’

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, but-‘

Your bedroom door creaks open slowly, your little girl’s face appearing around it, eyes not fully open, hair sticking wildly up. Donghyuck rolls off you, acknowledging his daughter. 

‘Morning, angel,’ Donghyuck lifts Kyungah up onto the bed, kissing her forehead.

‘Daddy. Mummy/mommy,’ she mumbles, ‘I just woke up.’

‘Yeah, we can tell sweetheart,’ you laugh, flattening her hair down a little, ‘did we wake you up?’

‘No, but I wanted to come lie down with you.’

‘That’s okay.. Did you sleep well?’

‘Uh-huh, I dreamt about baby sister.’

You and Donghyuck exchange a look.

‘Kyungie, we don’t know if it’s a baby sister,’ Donghyuck says carefully, but Kyungah takes no notice.

‘I just wanted to come hang out with you mummy/mommy,’ Kyungah lodges herself between you and Donghyuck, curling into your side, throwing her little arm around your bump.

Donghyuck huffs, ‘but what if I wanted to hang out with mummy/mommy?’

Kyungah giggles maniacally, ‘well you can’t.’

‘No?’ Donghyuck laughs, and Kyungah shakes her head, ‘why not?’

‘Because she’s my mummy/mommy!’

‘She’s my wife first!’

‘No,’ Kyungah protests, tugging on your sleep shirt.

‘Meanie,’ Donghyuck sticks his tongue out at the girl, staring at her for a few moments before launching himself at her in a tickle attack.

’No!’ Kyungah shrieks, giggling and squirming while Donghyuck blows raspberries where his hands aren’t.

‘Careful!’ you chuckle, shuffling away and wrapping an arm around your bump, although you knew Donghyuck would never let Kyungah get too close.

‘Daddy, stop it!’ Kyungah’s screaming with laughter at this point.

‘Hyuck, you’ll wake Dalgun,’ you warn, knowing your son would not be pleased at the disturbance.

Again, as if on cue, Dalgun trudges into the room, rubbing his eyes. 

‘What’s going on?’

‘Your dad is attacking your sister.’ 

‘Oh,’ Dalgun flops down on the bed next to you, absentmindedly burying his face in your side.

‘Little Mummy’s/Mommy’s boy,’ Donghyuck grumbles, finally releasing Kyungah who wriggles over to you for protection.

Donghyuck whines at his children abandoning him, breaking into dramatic wails, which the children ignore to annoy him even further.

‘You both love mummy/mommy more than me,’ he cries, and the two kids just roll their eyes, ‘I bet you don’t even love me at all!’

’No daddy, I do love you,’ Kyungah sings, but Donghyuck turns away, holding his hand up at her.

’No, you’ve made your feelings very clear,’ Donghyuck huffs, crossing his arms and shaking his head. 

‘Daddy no,’ Kyungah shrieks.

‘Only mummy/mommy loves me now,’ he pouts, making grabby hands towards you.

‘Hmm, questionable,’ you tease, Donghyuck looking offended.

‘No.. nobody in my family loves me… I might as well just… run away.’

Donghyuck rolls out of bed, ‘and I’ll never come back!’ 

‘Wait no!’ the children giggle, removing themselves from you and running out of the room to follow Donghyuck.

➸ request from anon; heyy i luv all ur works!! it's exactly what im looking for, so cute! also if you still take requests? could i request reader finding out she's pregnant which she didn't expect and announcing it to husband haechan? him being lovey-dovey with reader all excited about the baby, kissing the whole fluff 😁

➸ note; aw bless you anon tysm! hope this is what you were looking for <33

➸ word count; 1223 words

➸ dalgun; aged 8, kyungah; aged 3, sunhee; in the womb lol

➸ warning(s); none

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You felt awful. Donghyuck never showed you any signs of stress. His life was so busy, even at his older age, he worked hard as a singer and member of NCT, and even harder as a father to your two young children, Dalgun and Kyungah, who were eight and three years old. He loved his life, he had everything he could possibly want, but you knew things were a lot for him to deal with. The two of you had already tried to take a breather when your daughter Kyungah was born, moving back to Donghyuck’s home of Jeju for a short time. It was beautiful, life was quiet and idyllic, having picnics on the beach and playing in the fields of pink muhly together. But, Donghyuck was constantly called back to Seoul for work, so it was decided that Seoul was the best place for your family to be together. Donghyuck worked so hard to provide for your family, schedules took up large amounts of his day. He would only ever occasionally reveal his worries, telling you that he wanted to be there for your children more and how guilty he felt at his own absence. So now, when you’re staring down at a positive pregnancy test, another type of sick feeling settles in your stomach. Surely this would add so much more weight to Donghyuck’s stress. 

‘Mummy/mommy?’ Kyungah knocks on the bathroom door, interrupting your train of thought. You quickly shove the test under a stack of flannels.

‘Hi sweetheart,’ you open the door, ‘sorry I went away for a few minutes.’

Kyungah doesn’t seem to mind, ‘will daddy be home soon?’

‘I don’t know, angel, why don’t we give him a call?’

‘Please!’ Kyungah crawls onto your bed, sitting up against the headboard, you sitting down beside her and pulling up FaceTime on your phone.

‘Hi baby,’ Donghyuck picks up after a few rings. He’s hunched over his phone, black North Face puffer almost swallowing him whole, black mask pulled up around his face. His eyes look heavy and worn, clearly from his long day.

‘Hi daddy, someone wanted to say hi,’ you pan the camera to Kyungah, whose head is resting on your shoulder. Donghyuck’s eyes brighten at the sight of your daughter.

‘Hi Kyungie,’ you can’t see his mouth, but you can tell how widely he’s smiling.

‘Daddy, are you nearly finished?’ she asks, you stroke her hair as she cuddles you.

’I’m nearly done, sweetheart,’ he confirms, ‘I took my makeup off, look.’

He pulls his mask down slightly, showing a red spot on his face that would usually be covered with concealer, making Kyungah giggle.

‘Just wrapping up, then daddy will come straight home.’

‘Okay,’ Kyungah smiles, ‘I made you a drawing today.’

Donghyuck’s eyes widen, ‘ah, thank you angel, I can’t wait to see it.’

‘Kyungah, honey, why don’t you go make sure it’s all ready to give to daddy?’ you suggest, wanting to speak to Donghyuck alone for a minute.

‘Okay!’ Kyungah shuffles off the bed, toddling away towards the shared playroom.

‘Are you alright?’ Donghyuck suddenly looks concerned, wondering why you’d had Kyungah leave.

‘I don’t know,’ you answer truthfully, ‘had a super long day.’

‘You look exhausted,’ he sighs, and you laugh dryly.

‘I am. I- can we talk when you come home?’

‘Are you sure everything’s okay?’

‘I just want to talk,’ you know you’re likely worrying him further, but you don’t have the will to say that things are okay.

‘Alright, we’ll talk,’ he hums, ‘I love you, I’ll be home soon.’

‘I love you too,’ you smile weakly, ‘I’ll see you soon.’

Donghyuck arrives home less than an hour later, both of your children running to meet him at the door.

‘Hey, you guys should be in bed! It’s too late to be this excited,’ Donghyuck takes the both of them into his arms regardless, squeezing them and pinching their sides.

‘Come on, you two, let daddy breathe.’

The kids remove themselves from Donghyuck, but are still excitable.

‘I think it’s your bedtimes,’ Donghyuck announces, the two kids groaning.

‘But you just got here,’ Dalgun whines.

‘Bedtime doesn’t change,’ Donghyuck shakes his head, motioning up the stairs, ‘lets get ready for bed, Lees.’

The kids go through their bedtime routine, you and Donghyuck supervising as they brush their teeth and wash their faces, each sleepily wandering to their bedrooms.

You both read a story to Kyungah first, with her being the youngest, Donghyuck kissing her forehead and murmuring a ‘good night, angel’ before flicking on her nightlight and leaving her to sleep.

Dalgun, being older, only takes a kiss and a cuddle as a goodnight, before you and Donghyuck are left alone.

‘Hey,’ Donghyuck wraps his arms around your waist from behind, ‘you okay?’

‘I have to tell you something,’ you mumble, ‘sit down.’

Donghyuck removes himself from you, sitting down on your bed.

‘I- I didn’t feel too well, the other day,’ you begin, standing in front of him, fidgeting with your fingers.

‘I know,’ Donghyuck nods, ‘do you still feel unwell? Do you need me to stay at home with you and the kids? Because I can-‘

‘Hyuck, I thought I might be pregnant.’

Donghyuck’s eyes widen, ‘you think you’re pregnant?’

His expression is hard to read, he looks equally shocked and unnerved.

‘Hyuck, I know I’m pregnant.’

His face grows softer, but he still doesn’t react much.

‘I’m sorry,’ you begin to ramble, his head snapping up, ‘you’re so busy. You work so hard for us and you have so much on your plate, even without the children, I mean, we already had to leave Jeju, I should’ve been more careful and-‘

‘Hey, don’t say that,’ he’s grinning, arms reaching out to hold your waist, ‘come here.’ You hide your face in his neck, feeling some slight reassurance as he reaches a hand to your hair and begins running it through his fingers.

’This is good,’ he’s smiling widely into your head, ‘this is a good thing.’

You sniff, tears swimming in your eyes, ‘but-‘

‘No, stop that,’ Donghyuck gently pulls you down onto his lap, ’I know it may feel like I’m so busy all the time, and I’m sorry. I have honestly been thinking recently that I need to cut down, I miss the three of you and I miss Jeju. I’ve enjoyed my career.. but I want to be with my family even more.’

You pull away, reaching into the pocket of you hoodie to show Donghyuck the positive test.

‘Wow,’ he sighs in disbelief, breaking into the widest most genuine smile you’d seen from him in a long time, ‘we really made another baby.’ He presses a long kiss to your cheek, arms still secure around your waist.

‘I’ll start cutting down,’ he declares, ‘before it’s too late, we’ll move back down to Jeju. Give our children the life we’ve always wanted to give them.’

‘You love your work..’

‘I love you, Dalgun, Kyungah and this baby so much more.’

‘We love you too,’ you smile tiredly, lifting your shirt a little.

Donghyuck practically melts, despite the fact there’s no change to you yet.

➸ request from anon; sorry i just managed to see ur masterlist which you have already done that request i just sent😆 i will read! but could you instead write reader wearing dresses on and her bump getting bigger and husband haechan telling her constantly how in awe he is whilst reader is pregnant? complimenting and telling her how beautiful she looks and maybe even joking how he doesn't mind making another baby right now haha your page is godsend btw im so happy to have come across 💚

➸ note; hehe thank you angel i appreciate it so much! hope u like this <3

➸ word count; 526 words

➸ sunhee; in the womb lol

➸ warning(s); quite suggestive, issues with body image? brief vomit mention

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‘Oh wow,’ Donghyuck makes you jump as he appears in the doorway. 

‘Stop, you scared me,’ you whine, ‘could’ve put me in early labour.’

‘Sorry,’ he grins, ‘you just look gorgeous.’

The four, nearly five of you had recently moved back to Jeju in preparation for the birth of your final child, the gender of which you had decided to leave a surprise. Your house in Jeju is beautiful, you’ve had it for a number of years now. It’s close enough in-land to be close to your in-laws, but far enough out that the seaside is not too long of a drive away. It was such a difference from Seoul, the air infinitely cleaner and life more slow-paced and relaxed. Rather than spending your evenings listening to cars honking, opening your curtains to see the grey smokey air, you hear seagulls and can see the ocean from your windows. Your move made infinitely more time for your family to spend time together, especially in the run up to welcoming your baby. Now that the weather was warming up, you would spend a lot of time outside, going on picnics or walks on the beach.

You were currently getting ready for one of these outings, going for an evening dinner at an outdoor seafood restaurant you frequented. 

Not much fit you these days, so you opted for a flowing maternity dress that reached just above your ankles. You’d worn minimal makeup, figuring you would sweat most of it off walking around in the heat. You felt huge, feet and ankles all swollen and sore, the size of your baby putting pressure on all of your organs, making it painful to move around sometimes. Yet Donghyuck was still so enamoured with you, taking every opportunity to dote on you and your body.

‘You look so beautiful,’ he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug, ‘my beautiful glowing wife.’

‘Yeah, yeah,’ you fidget with your dangling earrings, attempting to brush him off, but he reminds persistent.

‘Don’t argue with me,’ he whines, ‘you’re stunning, gorgeous.’

‘I don’t feel it,’ you laugh dryly, ‘but thank you Hyuck.’

‘Well, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me,’ he kisses your neck, ‘especially when you’re carrying my baby. In fact, why don’t we make another one after you pop this one out?’

‘Donghyuck!’ You slap his arm, ’there is no way.’

‘Pretty please,’ he whines, ‘wanna put another baby in you.’

‘Donghyuck! No more babies after this one, like we planned.’

He huffs, knowing you’re right, ‘spoilsport.’

‘Whatever,’ you roll your eyes, reaching up and pinching his cheek, ‘you’ll change your mind once the baby’s here and crying and throwing up constantly, and the kids get jealous and start acting up.’

‘True,’ he shrugs, ‘but it’s worth it to see you like this.’

‘Daddy,’ your children call from down the hall, ‘are we going yet?’

‘We’re coming!’ Donghyuck calls back, before kissing your cheek firmly, ‘come on, lets go get dinner. And then, when we get home, we can have dessert.’

➸ request from anon; hiii can i request a haechan fluff where he and his partner (fem, preferrably) leave the kids to their grandparents/members/whoever else for a while so that hc and his partner could just spend some time together? love your works btw!

➸ note; hii anon thank u for waiting so long aha hope u like <3

➸ word count; 1096 words

➸ dalgun; aged 11, kyungah; aged 6, sunhee; aged 2

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‘This is the greatest idea we’ve ever had.’

You and Donghyuck had just dropped off your three children with Donghyuck’s parents for the night. 

Donghyuck’s mother had begged for so long to have her precious grandchildren over for a sleepover, and honestly, now was a great time. You were both so tired, slightly even burnt out from raising your children, who were eleven, six and two years old. You loved them, so much that it hurt, but it was hard to spend real quality time together when at least one child was always holding your attention. 

➸ word count; 867 words

➸ dalgun; aged 11, kyungah; aged 6, sunhee; aged 2

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Donghyuck absolutely loved anything and everything that his children made. With having three children all aged within elementary school and pre-school it was constant. The paintings, drawings, sewing projects, clay models, posters, easter cards, father’s day cards, halloween cards, and pictures made from stuck down seeds, stones or other random materials. Donghyuck cherished every single one of these art pieces, insisting to you that each child was a prodigy and was going to make it big as an artist one day. He kept everything in a box under the bed, treating them as keepsakes for the future and almost like reassurance that his children’s creative minds are alive and blossoming. So when this year, you wanted to have his Christmas presents be a bit more personal, you thought a card was a perfect place to start. 

He was out of on schedules for a lot of the day, leaving you plenty of time to have the kids make three individual cards for Donghyuck. You practically bought all of the craft stores stock, barely any of your dining room table could be seen underneath. 

‘Have you guys thought about what you’re going to draw on daddy’s card?’ you ask, hoping to pick their brains a little.

‘I-I’m going draw daddy, dancing as Santa,’ Sunhee chirps, grabbing a red crayon from the carton.

‘I’m sure he’ll love that,’ you chuckle, ‘what about you, Kyungah?’

‘I think I’ll do a snowman,’ she purses her lips, in thought, ‘I think I’ll use black card and the special pen.’

‘Good choice,’ you nod, ‘Dalgun?’

‘I’m not sure yet, still thinking..’

You do some work of your own while the kids craft, going through bills and finances and other things that needed organised.

’Sunhee!’ Kyungah suddenly exclaims, prompting your head to snap up. 

There’s a patch of silver glitter across the table, from a tall pot. Sunhee looks mortified, quickly turning to look at you and gage your reaction.

‘It’s okay Sunhee, accidents happen,’ you give her shoulder a reassuring pat, ‘it can be cleaned up.’

You grab a dustpan, quickly sweeping up the glitter from the table and throwing it into the dustbin.

‘Do you want some help?’ you ask Sunhee, who’s card is covered in red, green and blue scribbles, and now specks of silver glitter.

‘I think I’m done,’ she examines her work.

‘Would you like mummy/mommy to write the message for you?’

‘Please,’ she nods, before deciding she’s well and truly finished with the task, hopping off her chair and running into the living room, where you can thankfully still see her as she plays. 

You write down a message for Donghyuck, signing Sunhee’s name for her, since she hadn’t learned to write yet. Kyungah and Dalgun finish up their cards and write their own messages.

Donghyuck doesn’t arrive home until late, way past your daughter’s bedtimes, and a little past Dalgun’s.

‘Have the kids been okay today?’ he asks you as he finally gets into bed, sinking into the mattress with a deep sigh.

‘Yeah, we had a fun day,’ you grin, settling into his arms, ‘the kids made a surprise for you.’

‘Oh really?’

‘Yeah, give it to you tomorrow.’

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‘Dada!’

‘Hello my angel,’ Donghyuck lifts Sunhee into his arms, ‘good morning.’

‘Daddy, we have a surprise for you,’ Kyungah holds out the three envelopes, two with ‘Dad’ and ‘Daddy’ written in Dalgun and Kyungah’s handwriting, the other with ‘Dada’ written in yours.

‘Ah, what’s this?’ Donghyuck coos, ‘you three are so cute! Which one should I open first?’

‘Let’s go youngest to oldest,’ you suggest, preventing a possible argument from breaking out.

Donghyuck opens the envelope with ‘Dada’ written on, face breaking into a huge smile when he sees that Sunhee has made the card herself.

‘What’s this?’

‘Daddy dressed like Santa, on the stage.’

‘Oh, of course,’ Donghyuck smacks himself on the head as if he’s said something completely stupid, ‘I love it, you drew so well, Sunhee!’

‘Me next!’ Kyungah chimes in.

Donghyuck opens the next envelope, pulling out a drawing on black card of a Snowman in the snow, drawn with a special white pen that shows up on the black paper.

’Kyungah, you’re so great at drawing,’ Donghyuck praises, ‘it’s really neat!’

‘Thank you daddy,’ she says shyly.

‘Now,’ Donghyuck opens the card, ‘To Daddy, I hope we can have a fun Christmas together. I miss you. Love from Kyungah.. Ah, come here.’

He pulls his older daughter into a hug, ‘I miss you too, Kyungie. Thank you, I love my card.’

’Time for Dalgun,’ you say, Donghyuck quickly unsealing the envelope, and pulling out a card.

You feel a pull on your heartstrings when you realise Dalgun has drawn a family portrait, the five of you in front of a big Christmas tree.

‘Ah, Dalgun, I love it,’ Donghyuck looks genuinely incredibly moved, full of pride by what his children have made for him.

’To Dad, Merry Christmas, you’re the coolest. From Dalgunie. Ah thank you, son. The three- the four of you are amazing.’

‘Ok, family hug,’ you hold out your arms, the rest of the family joining in.

➸ request from yellow anon; hi there! how are you doing? i’m doing fine rn bcs i saw how active you are these days <3 could i request haechan teaching sunhee how to sing bcs he saw her try to copy him one time during a recording <333 tysm !!! 

➸ note; hi yellow anon bestie thank u so much for requesting!! i hope this is what you wanted and i hope u like it!!

➸ word count; 982 words

➸ sunhee; aged 3

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Donghyuck didn’t mind bringing Sunhee along to the studio at all. His two older children were currently at school, and you were at work, so Sunhee was his responsibility for the day. 

He debated calling a babysitter, but decided to just bring her to work with him. Sunhee was really well behaved, and the members and staff loved her. 

Once you had left for work, and Dalgun and Kyungah were at school, Donghyuck got Sunhee ready to go out. 

Normally, his dance bag is full of various items such as deodorant or his razor, but today it’s filled with toys, kids snacks and spare toddler sized clothes. 

’Sunhee-ah, are you looking forward to seeing uncles?’ Donghyuck asks the toddler, who is sitting on the floor playing with random scattered toys. 

‘Uncle Mark?’

‘Yeah, Uncle Mark will be there. And Uncle Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle and Jisung.’

She gasps in excitement, ‘are we going?’

‘Yeah, I told you, daddy’s taking you to the studio with him.’

‘Dancing?’

‘I think daddy’s doing some singing today,’ Donghyuck explains, ‘it’ll be fun.’

Donghyuck searches the cupboard for some suitable pairs of shoes for Sunhee.

‘Come and get your shoes on baby,’ he calls, and the two year old comes quickly toddling towards him.

Her tiny hand holds onto his shoulders as she lifts each foot up, letting her father slip on her shoes and secure them.

‘Right! Looks like we’re ready to go. Can you hold daddy’s hand while we walk to the car?’

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Sunhee is an extremely shy kid. Especially with adults she doesn’t know. 

So as she and Donghyuck are walking through the corridors of the SM building, hand in hand, she’s practically clinging onto Donghyuck’s leg. Staff members try to speak to her, but they either get silence or a squeak in response. 

It’s only when they arrive in the studio does she speak to anyone.

‘Uncle Mark,’ she grins, happily toddling towards him and flying into his outstretched arms. 

‘Sunhee-ah!” He lifts her in the air, spinning her around in his arms.

She shrieks and giggles as he sets her down, finally breaking down her shy barrier.

‘Has she ever seen a recording?’ Mark asks Donghyuck, ‘I don’t remember ever seeing her during one.’ 

‘I don’t think she has,’ Donghyuck shrugs, ‘you wanna watch daddy and uncles sing?’

‘Yeah!’ She chirps cutely, suddenly in the arms of Jeno. 

‘Ok, then let’s race there- go!’ 

Donghyuck suddenly breaks off into a slow jog, giggling when he hears Sunhee shriek and complain about ‘cheating.’

He lets Sunhee win the race, stopping her at the doorway of the studio.

‘Be careful when you go in baby,’ Donghyuck advises her, ‘don’t touch any of the stuff on the tables, ok?’

‘Ok daddy,’ Sunhee nods, ‘no touching.’

‘Good girl, come on.’

All four of the staff members in the room turn to look as Donghyuck opens the door.

‘Oh gosh, Sunhee!’ One of the managers who had met her several times squeals, ‘so nice to see you!’

‘Hi Auntie,’ Sunhee, forever the introvert, murmurs, holding tightly onto her father’s hand.

’Sunhee, this is Kenzie,’ Donghyuck motions to the producer, ‘she makes our music. Kenzie, this is my youngest, Sunhee.’

’Nice to meet you Sunhee,’ the producer smiles.

‘Hi,’ Sunhee mumbles, ‘nice to meet you too.’

’She’s so adorable,’ Kenzie grins, ‘you ready to get in the booth? Do you need someone to watch her?’

‘Do you mind?’ Donghyuck asks the manager, who nods rapidly.

’No, I don’t mind at all! She is the sweetest.’

‘Thank you- Sunhee-ah, be a good girl for Auntie, okay?’

‘Ok daddy.’

‘Good girl, I won’t be long.’

Donghyuck spends the next three quarters of an hour or so immersed in recording, occasionally glancing out of the glass screen to check on Sunhee. Thankfully she was playing well, fiddling with a plastic toy. 

Ocasionally, he could hear her little voice imitating him, singing along to the same lines absentmindedly. Cute.

Sunhee’s face lights up as Donghyuck emerges from the recording booth.

‘Daddy you’re back,’ she chirps, ‘you sang so good.’

’Thank you baby,’ Donghyuck kisses her little cheek.

‘I want to try singing like you,’ she smiles thoughtfully, ‘do you think I could sound like you?’

‘Of course you could,’ Donghyuck nods, ‘wanna try?’

‘Yeah!’

Donghyuck notices Mark setting up in the booth, so decides to search for a spare room. 

‘In here,’ Donghyuck smiles, ushering her into the room. 

It’s just an empty studio, but will do well enough for a bit of practice.

Thankfully the door to the booth is unlocked, so Donghyuck just strolls right in, searching for something for Sunhee to stand on. He pulls up a chair close enough to the mic, helping her stand on it and gently holding her sides got keep her steady.

‘You wanna sing like daddy?’

‘Uh-huh!’

‘Okay, copy me!’

Donghyuck sings a couple of lines of Be There For You. Sunhee repeats them, quite flatly, but a solid attempt from the three year old girl.

‘Good job!’ Donghyuck praises, ‘you sang so well!’ 

‘Really?’

‘You wanna sing some more?’

‘Yep,’ She nods rapidly.

‘What songs do you wanna sing?’

‘More of yours daddy,’ she smiles fondly.

The two of them spend the rest of the day singing along to what Donghyuck believes is every NCT song under the sun.

But it’s sweet, and Donghyuck loves spending time with his youngest daughter.

‘I think maybe Sunhee has decided her career path already,’ Donghyuck laughs in amusement as the two of you get into bed later that night.

‘Really?’

‘Yep. She’s gonna be a singer just like her daddy.’

He’s beaming with pride, warming your heart.

‘She does?’

‘Yeah,’ he smiles, ’so maybe we should get her lessons or something?

’Maybe when she’s four or five,’ you say, ’but you can teach her until then.’

➸ request from anon; hey :) could i request something rq :) i’m a young single mom and i rarely see any stepdad!nct and i was wondering if you could write a stepdad!hyuck au with reader their and 2 year old son? if not that’s totally cool! thank you!

➸ note; thank u so much for your request!! also huge props to you for being a single mum<3 ur doing amazing x

pls note that this is separate from my oc kids ‘universe’ if u wanna call it that just for the sake of this request <3

➸ word count; 1096 words

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‘Heya buddy,’ Donghyuck grins as Hyunsuk toddles towards him as quickly as he can, jumping into his arms.

Unlike your son, you walk normally towards the door to meet your boyfriend.

‘And hi beautiful,’ he wraps you in a hug, kissing your cheek gently.

‘Hi Hyuckie.’

Donghyuck had come into your life when Hyunsuk was only nine months old. Hyunsuk’s dad, Baekhyun had broken up with you once he’d found out about your pregnancy. You’d grown and raised Hyunsuk all on your own until you met Donghyuck working in a cafe.

He’d completely swept you off your feet, and you had become serious very quickly. You remember wondering when it would be the right time to casually mention that you did in fact have a child, but once you had, you felt a huge sense of relief wash over you.

‘You have a son?’ His eyes had widened slightly, but he managed to swallow another forkful of chicken.

‘Yeah… he’s ten months.’

‘What’s his name?’

‘Hyunsuk.’

‘You must’ve had such a hard time… being on your own.’

‘It was ok. I… I would really love for you to meet him one day, if that’s something you would want.’

‘I’d love to.’

Now nearly two years on, Donghyuck and Hyunsuk were incredibly close. When they had first met, Donghyuck was clearly petrified, but quickly took to him and his cuteness, instantly becoming a father figure for him.

You would never try to force Donghyuck to be that to him - worried that maybe the pressure or the responsibility may push him away, so Hyunsuk would always refer to Donghyuck as just that, or ‘Hyuckie.’ When he wasn’t with you, he would often ask where Hyuck was, when the next time he would see him would be, what he was doing and if he would be there to tuck him in at night.

Tonight, Donghyuck was having a ‘sleepover’ (as Hyunsuk would call it) at your house.

‘Hyunsuk, you know you shouldn’t leave the dinner table without asking,’ you half scold him.

’Sorry mummy/mommy.’

‘Oh, are you in the middle of dinner?’ Donghyuck asks, and you nod, ‘yeah he just ran off when he heard you open the door.’

‘Well, little man, I think you’ve got some chicken nuggets getting cold you need to go back to,’ Donghyuck picks him up, grinning at Hyunsuk’s melodic giggles as he raced through the hallway.

You follow, sitting back down at the table and watching as Donghyuck encouraged Hyunsuk to finish off his peas.

‘I don’t wanna eat the peas,’ he pouts, trying to shove away his plastic Mickey Mouse spoon.

Donghyuck sighs quietly, mulling over the little one’s words before quickly coming up with a solution, ‘how about… if you eat all of your peas, we can watch some TV before you go to bed, if that’s okay with your mummy/mommy.’

He looks at you, his facial expression showing you that he was worried whether or not you’d approve.

‘That’s fine with me,’ you smile, much to the apparent relief of Hyuck.

‘Come on then,’ Donghyuck gathers a bunch of peas on the spoon, holding it in front of Hyunsuk’s face.

Hyunsuk happily swallows the peas, buzzing at the thought of being allowed to watch some TV before bed.

A few spoonfuls later and his plate is completely cleared of food.

‘Alright, lets get you ready for bed,’ you get up, scooping Hyunsuk in your arms and walking out of the room.

‘But mummy/mommy, Hyuckie promised me we could watch TV-‘

‘And you can, but you need to get washed and in your pyjamas first!’

You hear Donghyuck clearing away plates downstairs while you give Hyunsuk his bath. Eventually the clattering comes to a stop, meaning he’s probably finished loading the dishwasher.

Once Hyunsuk was fully washed and in his pyjamas, the two of you trudged into the living room, where Donghyuck was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone.

‘Hyuckie,’ Hyunsuk whines, holding his arms out to Donghyuck.

‘Do you want a cuddle?’ Donghyuck asks the sleepy toddler, who nods tiredly.

You let Donghyuck take Hyunsuk from you, smiling fondly at the way Hyunsuk settles into Donghyuck’s chest, staring at the blank TV screen.

‘What do you want to watch?’ You ask him.

‘Paw Patrol,’ he mutters.

‘Of course,’ you laugh, not surprised at your son’s choice.

You cuddle into Donghyuck’s side, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arm around him and Hyunsuk as the episode begins.

Hyunsuk manages to last about an episode and a half before beginning to nod off, Donghyuck rubbing his back slowly.

You both watch in silence as his eyes eventually flutter shut, quiet breathing evening out into light snores.

‘Thank you for getting him to eat,’ you mumble, and Donghyuck tilts his head to give you a kiss on the forehead.

‘It was nothing.’

‘You’re so good with him… and I’m really grateful that you always try and help me out, even though he isn’t your responsibility.’

‘Hey, you told me all that time ago that you’re a packaged deal. I’ll look after him as long as I’ll look after you. I love him that much.’

‘You know… you’re the only real male figure in his life… you’re like a dad to him, Hyuck.’

‘Honestly… I’ve never really said this because I’ve never felt as though it was my place to say but, sometimes I wish he was my son.’

‘He is.’

Donghyuck seems taken aback.

‘He asks a lot about who his ‘daddy’ is’ you put the word in quotation marks, ‘and I never really know what to say. Once he asked me if you were his daddy and I didn’t know how comfortable you’d be with that label.’

‘It scares me a little…’ Donghyuck murmurs truthfully, running his fingers through Hyunsuk’s wispy curls, ‘but I’m telling you right now that I’ll be here for him- and you- as long as you’ll have me.’

There’s a couple of moments silence before a particularly loud snore reminds you that Hyunsuk is still asleep on Donghyuck.

‘Let’s carry him to bed, okay?’

You remove yourself from Donghyuck’s side, before walking up the stairs with him into Hyunsuk’s bedroom.

Donghyuck carefully lowers Hyunsuk into bed, covering him with his red bed covers.

‘Daddy?’ Hyunsuk lisps.

‘Goodnight, Hyunnie,’ Donghyuck whispers back, kissing him on the cheek.

➸ request from anon; can you write haechans s/o telling him that she’s pregnant and he gets really soft and mushy

➸ note; surprise,, two nights in a row :)

i actually wrote this really quickly!! thank you sm for requesting, i hope you like this as much as i do <33

➸ word count; 454 words

➸ dalgun; in the womb lol

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‘Come on, come on, come on,’ Donghyuck pleads at the timer, impatiently smacking his hand on the white rim of the bath.

‘I can’t speed up time, Donghyuck,’ you deadpan, glancing back to the test just to see if maybe he did have some form of magical powers that could somehow make the results on the pregnancy test magically appear.

It hadn’t been long ago since you had begun trying for a baby. It seemed like the right time - you were engaged, he wanted one, you wanted one, you were financially stable and had the room.

It had only been a month since you had come off all forms of birth control, so the sickness you had developed in the last few days was surprising, to say the least.

As soon as you’d noticed it, you had asked Donghyuck to buy you tests on the way home from practice.

Donghyuck hadn’t even given you the privacy to take the test, anxiously bouncing on the balls of his feet and hovering around you while you started the timer in order to wait for the results.

‘Hyuck, I might not even be pregnant,’ you say, not wanting to get his hopes up too quickly, ‘I could just be sick.’

‘No, I just know you’re pregnant, I have a feeling.’

‘Whatever you say…’

The timer suddenly begins to screech shrilly, causing Donghyuck to jump about five feet in the air, rocketing over towards you and sitting on the toilet seat beside you.

‘Okay… let me turn it over… three, two, one.’

You flip over the the test.

There’s a split second of silence as you both read the single word on the screen.

‘I knew it!’ Donghyuck screeches, jumping to his feet and throwing his fists in the air.

‘Holy shit,’ you whisper, unable to believe what you’re looking at.

‘Baby,’ his eyes are bursting at the seams with sparkling hot tears, ‘you’re pregnant.’

‘I-‘

You aren’t even given a chance to express your feelings before Donghyuck is lifting you up in a hug. You squeal when he lifts you off the ground, slowly and gently wrapping your legs around his waist.

He makes obnoxious kissing sounds as he litters your face with them, your salty tears mixing with his own.

‘I love you, I love you,’ he states repeatedly, ‘oh, and our little baby.’

‘Our baby,’ you cry, ‘we’ve already- I love you so much Hyuck.’

‘I love you too, baby. And our little baby Lee.’

Donghyuck eventually lets you return to your feet, carefully lowering you to the ground.

‘I need to be gentle with you now,’ he purses his lips, ‘you’re my little pregnant woman.’