#lee hani

genre: fluff

phrase(s): 50: “daddy’s little girl!”

age: Hani = 12 / Hoon = 13 / Haon = 10

warnings: none

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“Okay, I’m going!” you announced, “Haon, come on.”

“Coming!” Haon called, running to where you were at the door and quickly pulling his shoes on.

“Jeno? Hoon’s at his friend’s house, Haon’s coming with me today, so you and Hani have the day to yourselves.”

“Okay,” Jeno smiled, coming to the door and kissing your cheek, “have fun you two.”

“Bye Dad!” Haon waved, taking your hand and walking our the door with you.

“Dad!” Hani shouted.

“Yeah?” he responded, as he was walking back to the sofa.

“Can we go shopping today? I really need some new shorts for the summer,” Hani said, arriving at the bottom of the stairs.

Jeno shrugged, “okay! I’m not doing anything else today. Where do you want to go? Anywhere specific?”

Hani shook her head, “maybe we should go to the shopping centre so I can just have a look around. Ooh! And then we could go out for lunch!”

“Shall we?” Jeno asked, slightly surprised, as at 12-year-old, he was half expecting his daughter to want to be dropped off, not have a day with her dad, “come on then, are you ready?”

Hani nodded, pulling on her shoes at the door as Jeno grabbed his keys, “let’s go to the Lotte World Mall first, we can always go somewhere else if you don’t find anything.”

Hani smiled, jumping in the passenger seat of the car as Jeno began to drive off, “okay!”

“And what do you want for lunch?”

Hani thought for a moment, “I don’t know! Let’s just go and see what they have there.”

“Okay,” Jeno chuckled, “we can go to Starbucks when we arrive if you want.”

Hani squealed, there’s nothing pre-teens love more than a non-caffeinated Starbucks drink, “thank you!”

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“Thank you, Dad,” Hani said, as they sat down in the restaurant, bags and bags of shopping at their feet.

Jeno tutted, “for what? You’re my only daughter, of course I’m going to spoil you.”

Hani giggled, “I really need to do my homework when I get home though.”

“Don’t think about that now,” Jeno laughed, “I mean - think about it at some point but right now look at what you’re gonna eat.”

He tapped the menu and Hani laughed, opening it instead of worrying about the future.

“How old were you when you became a trainee, dad?” Hani asked, still scanning the menu.

“13,” he answered casually.

“Wow. That’s only one year older than me,” Hani said.

“Well I debuted when I was 16,” Jeno said, “why?”

Hani shrugged, “I was just wondering.”

“I was kind of surprised you wanted to come together, by the way,” Jeno said, taking a sip of his drink, “are you sure you didn’t just invite me for my card?”

Hani laughed, “no! I promise!”

Jeno smiled, “of course not. You’re always a daddy’s little girl kind of daughter, aren’t you?”

Hani blushed, “Dad, stop it!”

“That’s more like it,” Jeno laughed.

“Dad,” Hani started, after the waiter had come and got their orders.

“Hmm?”

“What do you think about me becoming a dancer?”

“A dancer?” Jeno repeated.

Hani nodded, “not an idol. I can’t really sing or rap, but I love to dance. My teacher said I was really good.”

“Well I know you’re really good, I’ve been to your shows!” Jeno exclaimed, “I’ve got to be honest, I’m glad you haven’t said idol, but even being a dancer is hard, baby.”

Hani nodded, “I know.”

“One injury and your career can be over,” Jeno added, to which Hani nodded again, “look, as long as you continue your studies and make sure you’re qualified to do something else if dancing doesn’t work out, then I’ll support you whatever you do.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Hani beamed.

“You’ll have to talk to mum, also. But I’d love it if you were a dancer, Hani-ya. Just like me.”

Hani smiled, nodding, “just like you.”

“We can go to a shop after lunch and get you some new dancing outfits, then. Do you want to get more lessons?”

Hani nodded, but bit her lip, “I’d quite like to attend SOPA, actually.”

“SOPA? My old school?” Jeno asked, Hani nodding, “well, I suppose we can go and have a look around. We really need to talk to your mum though.”

Hani smiled, “you’re the best, dad!”

43: “Daddy’s little baby! Yes you are!” & 52: “She is never going to be allowed to date!”

“Hoon’s asleep,” Jeno sighed, coming into his daughter’s nursery, taking her from your hold as you finished feeding the barely 2-week-old baby.

You smiled, “thank you.”

Jeno glared at you, “what else am I supposed to do? Leave you to do it by yourself? I’m not working right now, Y/N, everything’s okay.”

“We could at least take one each,” you chuckled, “I didn’t even help with Hoon.”

Jeno shrugged, “it’s alright, I want to spend as much time as I can with all my babies before work again.”

You smiled, standing up and stroking Hani’s smooth face, “you’re Daddy’s little girl.”

Jeno smiled, leaning down and kissing his daughter’s head, nodding, “Daddy’s little baby! Yes you are!”

“Savour it while you can,” you said with a chuckle, “in just a few, short years, she’ll be crying because of someone else calling her their baby.”

Jeno snarled, “she is never going to be allowed to date.”

You smiled, kissing your husband’s shoulder, “it’s not something you can stop, Nono.”

Jeno sighed, “I never want her to be heart broken, though.”

“That you can help with,” you said, “just by being her dad.”

Jeno nodded, smiling as his gaze fell back upon Hani, “she’s asleep.”

You chuckled, watching her slight snores.

“anonymous said:

You should do jeno and 46 where like he's doing a chest to chest thing/ tummy time with the hani without his shirt ☺”

46: “I love it when she falls asleep on me”

“Mr. Lee, would you like to do skinship?” the midwife asked.

Jeno smiled, nodding, “yes, please.”

The midwife nodded, holding Hani gently as she waited for Jeno to take off his shirt and sit down.

He nervously sat on the chair in the corner of the hospital room, almost bursting into tears once again as the midwife laid his minutes-old daughter on his chest.

“Your wife will be back in a minute once they’ve finished the surgery,” the midwife said, bowing.

Jeno smiled as she left the room, taking a deep breath as he looked down at his daughter.

“Lee Hani,” he smiled.

One of his hands was placed on her head, the other on her lower back, but he was barely touching her.

Although he remembered doing exactly the same thing less than a year ago for Hoon, he couldn’t get used to it. This was his baby! He’d made this tiny human and now she was here: living, breathing, right on his chest. Her skin was still slightly wrinkley, her body still warm as she snuggled into her dad’s heartbeat.

Jeno took another breath as he finally let a tear fall down his face, though he was quick to wipe it away as your bed was wheeled in the room.

You looked exhausted, to put it simply, and you were exhausted. But upon seeing your husband and your newborn daughter, you couldn’t help but smile.

“A nurse will be back in a few minutes to check on you,” your midwife said, bowing as you smiled, looking back to Jeno and Hani.

“Lee Hani,” you breathed, Jeno looking up and smiling.

“She’s tiny,” Jeno said, wonder in his voice.

You smiled, nodding, “she is.”

Jeno wanted to come over, he wanted to show you how beautiful she was, but he was so scared that he was going to somehow hurt her.

“You okay?” Jeno asked.

You laughed, “I’ve just had someone stitching my vagina, what do you think?”

Jeno laughed, holding Hani still as he did so.

“Can I see?” you finally asked, the curiousity getting the better of you as Jeno took a deep breath, standing up gently and walking over, keeping the baby against his chest until he reached your bed.

He sat beside you, finally pulling her away and laying her upon his arm so that you could see. She was fast asleep, though you could still see Jeno’s features all over her face. You smiled, laying your head on your husband’s shoulder.

“She’s asleep,” Jeno whispered, “I love it when she falls asleep on me.”

“She’s so beautiful,” you chuckled, before looking up at Jeno, “thank you.”

Jeno tutted, “why are you thanking me? You just got your vagina stitched up.”

You laughed, burying your face in his bare arm.

“Go to sleep,” Jeno said, “well, try to before a nurse comes. I want to do more skinship.”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, laying down as far as you could without being in excruciating pain, “I mean it, you know. Thank you.”

ahshdkhdkdhdjdhd as i’ve said before,, owning these blogs is waking up everyday and choosing pain i stg

genre: fluff, slight angst

phrase(s): 25; “my stretch marks are so gross” & 27; “honey, you’re pregnant, that’s all. You look beautiful”

age: Hani = fetus / Hoon = 8 months

warnings: pregnant!reader, insecure!reader

just a lil note - hani wouldn’t be the reader’s first pregnancy, but i still did it for hani, sorry if it’s not what you wanted!!!

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“He’s down,” Jeno groaned, getting into the bed next to you.

You smiled, “finally.”

He rubbed your 7 month-pregnant stomach, “do you think this was a mistake? It’s gonna be so hard to have these two so close in age.”

You shrugged, “well I mean it was definitely a mistake. I’m not sure whether I regret it or not.”

Jeno shook his head, “I don’t... I don’t think I do.”

“Well that’s good cause there’s no going back now,” you said, heaving yourself up and out of bed so you could put some more lip balm on.

The only problem with having two pregnancies back to back was how much of a strain it is on your body. You’d barely just gotten over giving birth to Hoon as you realised you were pregnant with your next, and there your body went again, swelling up even further this time.

“The doctors must think we’re weirdos with a pregnancy fetish,” Jeno sighed, scrolling through his phone.

You hummed, looking at yourself in the mirror. Discarding the 7-month-pregnant stomach, other areas of your body had got larger as well. Two lots of pregnancy weight without any gap in between was definitely showing.

You sighed, getting back into bed, wincing when you felt it sink down a lot. You hoped Jeno couldn’t feel it.

As you wriggled around, trying to get comfortable, Jeno glanced over, chuckling at your small body wriggling and wriggling. He put his hand on your stomach, hoping to calm down your second child, in hopes that it would make things easier for you.

You sighed, finally shutting your eyes and trying to fall asleep. Before you could, however, you felt Jeno’s cold fingers start lifting up your pyjama top.

“What are you doing?!” you exclaimed, pulling it back down.

Jeno looked dumbfounded, “I just wanted to speak to her.”

You sighed, turning your back to him, “well don’t.”

Jeno furrowed his eyebrows, “Y/N. Baby, did I do something?”

The new position was not comfortable at all. Your back was in agony. But you’d stay here for pettiness.

“Baby,” Jeno whined, throwing him arm over your waist and cuddling his head into your neck, “what is it?”

You sighed, “Jeno I’m so ugly.”

“What?” he asked, pulling away as you sat up.

You groaned, rubbing your face with your hands, “god, I’ve just gained so much weight since I’ve been pregnant with Hoon and now her and I just constantly look exhausted! I mean, I am constantly exhausted but I look it as well!”

Jeno sighed, “seriously?”

You nodded, “and– and my stretch marks are so gross! That’s why I didn’t want you to see my stomach.”

Jeno rubbed your stomach gently, “Y/N, honey, you’re pregnant, that’s all. You look beautiful.”

“Don’t lie, it doesn’t get you extra points.”

Jeno chuckled, “I’m not looking for points, I’m serious. Pregnancy is so hard, and you’re an incredible person for facing two back to back! Baby, whenever I see you struggling I just want to take away your pain.”

You sighed, “I’m not in pain, I’m just so tired.”

Jeno nodded, “I know.”

“I’m sorry, Nono,” you sighed, “I’m just so uptight all the time.”

Jeno smiled, brushing your hair out your face, “it’s okay, baby. Now can I talk to my daughter?”

“My stretch marks are reall—“

“Shh, let me talk to her,” he said, as you laid back, letting him pull up your shirt.

You chuckled slightly, shaking your head.

Jeno’s eyes lit up as he saw your stomach move. That was his daughter moving around!

i feel like it’d kind of depend on the experience the member had under sm

like for nari and taeyong i think that taeyong would probably advise her against sm, unless she’s ready to take lots of shit but nari ready to go,, tf,, of course she’s an sm idol!!! new sm girl group!!!!!! next snsd!!!! next red velvet!!!!!! hell ya!!!!

for jeno and hani,, i truly believe that jeno is that dad that sits his kids down and is just like ‘follow your heart and i will trust you’ so it was 100% hani’s decision, but she wanted to follow in her dad’s footsteps!!🥺 and became an sm idol

for doyoung and eunyoung i’d say that doyoung was like ‘dont do it babe’ and eunyoung was like ‘tight’ and would probably go someplace more like bighit??? maybe???? maybe even smth like kq!! somewhere nicer :)

genre: fluff

phrase(s): 31; “I have found your mini-me.”

age: Hoon = 3 / Hani = 2 / Haon = new born

warnings: none

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“Hoon, Hani? Do you want to come and meet your new little brother?” Jeno called, opening the door of your room ever so slightly so he could poke his head round the door.

“Come on!” Jaemin cheered, standing up and bringing your two children to the door.

“Can Uju see him as well?” Hoon asked, looking up at Jeno.

“Soon! How about you two meet him first, yeah?” Jeno said.

Hoon nodded, passing his hand to Jeno’s, Hani doing the same as they were led into the room.

Hani gasped, skipping towards you, jumping on the bed (with a little help from Jeno), peering over at the baby in your arms.

“He small,” she said decidedly.

You chuckled, nodding, “he is! But he’s very young you know, he’s only ten minutes old.”

“Ten minutes?!” Hoon exclaimed.

Jeno nodded, lifting his eldest son onto the other side of the bed, “only ten minutes, so it’s going to be a while until you can play with him.”

“I like him,” Hani said, “what’s his name?”

You looked over at Jeno, who smiled, laughing slightly, “why are you looking at me?”

“Can I tell them what we talked about?” you chuckled.

“Tell us! Tell us!” Hoon shouted, bouncing up and down.

“Shh, shh,” Jeno laughed, “you’ll wake Haon up!”

“Haon?” Hoon repeated.

Hani gasped, “Haon’s awake!”

“Is he?” you hummed, glancing down at the small baby in your arms, who was trying to squeeze open his eyes, stretching his arms out.

Hani laughed, “I love him!”

“Come on then, should we show him off to all your Uncles?” Jeno said, picking Hani up by her waist and carrying her over to the door.

“Yes! Yes!” Hani cheered, giggling as Jeno swung the door open, “Uncle Jaemin! Uncle Mark! Uncle Renjun! Uncle Donghyuck! Uncle Chenle! Uncle Jisung! Come here! Come here!”

“Okay, okay, they’ve heard you,” Jeno chuckled, straightening out Hani’s dress.

The boys all perked up, smiling at their neice, Jaemin and Renjun standing up at her calls.

“Can we...?” Mark trailed off, slowly standing up.

Jeno smiled, nodding, “come and meet him, guys.”

He moved away from the door, placing Hani back onto the bed as the six other boys piled into the room.

“Jeno, he’s incredible,” Renjun smiled.

“I’ve found your mini-me, hyung,” Jisung said, looking at the small baby in wonder, “you look exactly the same!”

“Do you think, well, after Chenle’s wife gives birth, do you guys think this’ll be the last baby born in the first line of dreamies?” Mark asked.

“Probably,” Haechan shrugged, “I’m definitely not having anymore kids!”

“Watch us be in this room in two years as Donghyuck’s fourth child is born,” Renjun laughed.

“Well, whatever, we’ve all done well,” Jaemin smiled hugging Hoon, “we’ve all created adorable kids.”

“Ya, he’s mine!” Jeno exclaimed, grabbing Hoon back and swinging him round.

“Me too! Me too!” Hani shouted, making you laugh as Renjun picked up your daughter, swinging her round.

Haon whined in your arms and you smiled, looking down at him, “not you, you’re too young bubs.”

“Uncle Jisung could hold him though?” Jisung said shyly.

You smiled, handing your youngest son to your younger friend, watching as Jaemin and Renjun played with your eldest son and only daughter.