#seoktio

He never got angry angry. Minseok knew that try as he might, he was seldom deemed threatening enough for anyone to take him seriously. A simple test, to see if Daddy would even bother. And sure enough, Chanyeol hadn’t. Only a “Sure, baby.” and that had set Minseok off, face set and marching right out the door. His tone hadn’t been playful when he spoke, he’d use his normal voice, his adult voice, per se. The one he used when he was being serious. But Chanyeol had brushed him off as always.

He stifled a broken sob as he wiped furiously at his eyes, finger jamming the lift button until he decided to make a dash for the stairs – only making it as far as one floor down before he breaks down completely and huddles into a corner on the steps, knees hugged to his chest as he cries freely. Chanyeol didn’tseem to care, but Minseok knew he did. He did in all the little kisses and hugs and presents and all their time spent together. But he just wanted– to be taken more seriously. To know that Daddy wanted him around and not that he was just a plaything that could be thrown away at anytime. Would it have killed him to just show a little concern earlier, at least ask where– or why he was leaving? Stupid Daddy.

Chanyeol pushes off from his spot, confused and frowning. He had been serious? Minseok is nowhere and when Chanyeol makes it out the door, he only catches the edge of the backpack the other had been carrying around before it disappears. 

“Minseok!”

Chanyeol only goes back inside to put on a pair of shoes, before he’s jogging down towards the stair case door. The first thing he hears is sniffled, broken sobs. He looks over the railing, and the moment he sees the graphic of the colorful backpack of the backpack looking right back at him, he’s practically hurling himself down the stairs, taking two steps at a time as he tries to reach his baby boy. There’s panic and concern as he finally makes it down the stairs, immediately diving down to place his hands over his little boy.

basic angst starters

Chanyeol turned to look at the other, unable to stop the small laughter that bubbles at his throat. The sight before him is of his small boy, dressed in a simple white shirt, jeans and colorful sneakers, along with his favorite printed kiddy back pack slung over his shoulder. He looked every bit like he acted around Chanyeol - adorable and sweet. 

“Sure, baby,” he said dismissively, not thinking much into the words spoken to him. How could Chanyeol believe those words, when he thinks the other is being playful? 

send me ‘i want the k’ and i’ll randomly generate a number. ( nsfw ) -  #16: spooning

minseok is so small, chanyeol sometimes gets scared when it comes to sex. he’s tiny, pocket sized, a little muffing among bigger muffins. strawberry flavored, and appearing delicate in all his five foot glory. 

except he’s not, and sometimes, chanyeol thinks he’s the one in danger. minseok likes to please his daddy, and that’s completely fine to chanyeol, but sometimes, minseok is a little devil, hiding his desire and intents behind adorable gummy smiles and crescent eyes. 

chanyeol is exhausted. tired. half-dead. he’s spent, his dick flopped pathetically over his thigh as he pants, chest raising and falling with every breathe he takes. minseok, on the other hand, is smiling at him, sweaty hair sticking to his skin adorably, and not at all giving away how sore he must be after riding chanyeol so fucking hard. “daddy, did you like the surprise?”