Title: spreading your wings (except… not really)
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 1609w
Warnings: This was an ask.fm drabble
Prompt: kaisoo at a pharmacy with the girls buying the girls' necessities and arguing over which brand of pad is better and the girls getting embarrassed
The neon sign above the entrance glares down at Jongin and Kyungsoo, making the younger’s palm sweat where it’s pressed against his husband’s. The girls are on his other side, a little further away from their fathers, because this was not what they signed up for. They did not expect both of their fathers to insist on coming with them to buy their… Women things.
Soojung shudders.
‘Pads!’ declares Kyungsoo, taking one step into the pharmacy, Jongin at his side. ‘We are here to buy our girls pads,’ he says, as if trying to make himself believe it. Jinri and Soojung shuffle even further away, Sunyoung hiding her face in her hair.
‘Sanitary napkins...’ murmurs Jongin, dragging Kyungsoo along to the right aisle. The elder marches along behind him with a kind of determination that would make a lesser man tremble. His brow is set resolute, and Kyungsoo is close to thinking that this won’t be too bad, until they round the corner and -
‘Oh. My. God,’ is all Kyungsoo can say. His eyes are greeted by row upon row of female sanitary products, shelf upon shelf of thing he’s never laid eyes on before wrapped in all the colours of the rainbow. There are different coloured boxes with different coloured stickers, and Kyungsoo cringes when he sees the words Super Absorbent! proudly emblazoned on the side of one of the packets closest to him.
‘Well. Right.’ Jongin looks over his shoulder, where his daughters are gathered at the end of the aisle, a good ten feet away from both their fathers. Their eyes are glued to the ground, and Jinri kicks at the floor.
This is so not what they signed up for.
Kyungsoo catches sight of his daughters, the discomfort clear on all three faces, and decides to break the tension. Chin up, shoulders set, he saunters up to a shelf of particularly brightly-wrapped packages, and bravely picks one up. ‘Always,’ he says, a little louder than he intended to. ‘Incredible protection, amazing comfort,’ he reads. Soojung hides her face in Sunyoung’s shoulder.
Jongin watches as Kyungsoo reads off whatever information that’s printed on the package, and he decides, well, that can’t be too hard. He has a sister, after all, and his father never bat an eyelid when he had to come home with emergency sanitary products. He can do this, he’s sure of it.
He walks up to another shelf, eyes scanning its contents until it settles on a familiar name. He picks the package up gingerly, only barely holding back the temptation to squeeze.
The package is really… Squishy, he notes.
‘Kotex,’ he announces, startling Jinri. Her mouth falls open, and her cheeks flush bright red. This cannot be happening. ‘Soft and smooth,’ he reads, voice booming in the near-empty pharmacy. Jinri wants a hole to open up right under her feet, and swallow her whole. ‘Ultra thin. Soft, cottony cover.’
Kyungsoo eyes Jongin in a way that’s not quite neutral, and he’s somewhat intrigued by the spark of competitiveness that’s suddenly erupted in his chest. ‘Heavy flow,’ he reads, holding his package up a little higher. ‘So you… Won’t have too many embarrassing accidents.’ Kyungsoo says, a little less confidently.
Jongin raises an eyebrow. ‘These have wings,’ he says, his tone slightly triumphant. He smirks at Kyungsoo. ‘Do yours?’
‘Why would you require pads to fly? The whole point is to make them stay put,’ says Kyungsoo incredulously. He holds his package up and all but thrusts it in Jongin’s face. ‘These are non-wing, and much more practical, if you ask me.’ he says smugly.
‘I didn’t,’ says Jongin. ‘Besides, I’m the one with the sister. She used to always use these ones.’ He can’t resist. He gives his package a little squeeze. It leaves his daughters horrified.
‘Daddy!’ they shriek, scandalised. Jinri has her hands on her cheeks, and prays nobody they know will show up any time soon.
‘Too much information!’ gasps Kyungsoo. ‘And anyway, your sister has really weird taste. We’re getting these ones.’
‘Mine have designs on them!’
‘Mine absorb two times more!’
‘More than what?’
‘Yours, I’m sure!’
‘How can you be sure, tho - ’
They’re interrupted by Sunyoung marching right between them, passing through their flurry of words to get to another shelf, one neither of them spared a thought for. She picks up a value pack, just as Jinri and Soojung pick the packages their fathers are holding out of their hands to replace on their respective shelves.
Jongin and Kyungsoo are silent.
‘We’re getting these ones,’ says Sunyoung firmly. ‘My friends use these, and they say it’s pretty good quality. And Papa, wings aren’t meant to make pads fly.’ She walks straight past them, making her way to the cashier, her younger sisters following behind her. Jongin and Kyungsoo follow along as well, the former silently taking the money out of his wallet to pay.
The girls smile at the cashier and exit the pharmacy with an air of relief, all of them piling into the car not long after.
The drive home is quiet, the radio droning in the background on low. Everyone is silent until Soojung speaks.
‘When I hit puberty and need to buy pads,’ she says, making Kyungsoo cringe -
‘I don’t want either of you anywhere near me.’
Title: hashtag (this is what it feels like)
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 691w
Warnings: This was an ask.fm drabble
Prompt: kaisoo finding one of the girls' twitter accounts and realising she's having some problems and sounds really sad
‘At Jinri ee underscore zero three two nine every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not, and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.’
They’re both seated on the couch in their living room, Kyungsoo on one end with his phone, Jongin on the other with his iPad. Jongin’s brows draw together as Kyungsoo reads from his screen aloud, voice a complete monotone as he frowns.
‘At Jinri ee underscore zero three two nine I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.’ Kyungsoo reads. His thumb continues a slow scroll through his daughter’s twitter profile, worry gathering in waves in his chest as he goes. ‘What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered most to us wind up in parentheses.’
‘Honey,’ Jongin says, putting his coffee and iPad down. ‘I’m trying to find stocks for us to buy, and you’re depressing me.’
‘Are you even paying attention to what I’m reading?’ asks Kyungsoo, raising an eyebrow at his husband. Jongin shakes his head.
‘I think something’s wrong with Jinri,’ Kyungsoo sighs, getting out of his seat to perch himself on Jongin’s lap. He holds his phone up so his husband can see what he’s talking about, and sure enough, worry begins to tug at the skin of Jongin’s forehead.
‘What’s this?’
‘Twitter. Jongin, you’re not ancient yet, alright.’
‘I know that. I mean. She looks… Okay to me?’
‘She obviously doesn’t want us to worry,’ says Kyungsoo, pressing his lips together. He clicks his phone off and lays it on the table, tucks his head under Jongin’s chin so he can feel his heartbeats. There isn’t anything more calming than the rhythm his husband’s heart beats, Kyungsoo thinks.
Seconds pass in silence, Jongin pressing his cheek against the top of Kyungsoo’s head, until the elder speaks.
‘Do you think we’re bad parents, baby?’ Kyungsoo asks. His voice comes out small and muffled, and Jongin just holds him closer, wraps arms around his husband before kissing the top of his head.
‘Of course not. Maybe she just doesn’t want to talk about it,’ Jongin says. ‘Like you said. Doesn’t want us to worry.’
‘But do you think we should ask her about it?’ Kyungsoo asks, pulling away to look at his husband. The memories are a little cloudy now, but Kyungsoo can vaguely remember how it felt like to be to be young and feel alone. It might be a little different for his daughter, he supposes, having had no siblings himself, but he knows how loneliness and sadness can sometimes slip between even the finest of cracks.
He doesn’t want his daughter to feel alone. She has him. She has Jongin.
Jongin turns the thought over in his mind. ‘Well,’ he says, ‘I guess we should. Seeing as we know something’s going on.’
‘I don’t want her to think we’re invading her privacy, though,’ mumbles Kyungsoo, eyes dropping Jongin’s gaze. ‘I don’t think she’d like it. The fact that we’ve seen her tweets and stuff, I mean.’
‘Well, if you want her to be honest with us, we have to be honest with her, is how I see it. She’s a big girl now, honey. We have to treat her like one,’ he says gently, fingers curling underneath Kyungsoo’s chin to tilt the latter’s gaze back to meet his.
‘I guess you’re right,’ Kyungsoo concedes, leaning forward to peck his husband on the lips. ‘I’ll ask her when she gets back.’ He makes to get off Jongin, but the latter resists. He holds Kyungsoo firmly caged in his arms, and Kyungsoo raises his eyebrows at him.
‘No,’ says Jongin slowly, ‘We’ll ask her.’ he says, pulling Kyungsoo in for a real kiss. His lips curve into a smile when he pulls away, and breaks out into a grin when he sees the love in Kyungsoo’s eyes.
‘Together.’
Title: stilling seconds
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length:888w
Warnings: This was an ask.fm drabble
Prompt: jongin being overprotective of his girls (parents!au)
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Jongin sits in the living room, hands settled on both armrests. Soojung sits across from him with a book, staring at her father as intensely as he does the clock on the wall opposite.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
‘Jongin? What do you want for dinner?’ calls Kyungsoo, from the foot of the stairs. He shuffles into the living room and sees his husband sitting there motionless, his daughter staring (decidedly creepily) at him, and his brows furrow. ‘Um. What are you guys up to?’
Soojung doesn’t even spare a glance at Kyungsoo,eyes focused on Jongin. ‘Daddy’s been staring at the clock for the past half hour,’ she says, as if that’s explanation enough. Kyungsoo waits for some elaboration, a plausible reason as to why Jongin’s fixated on the cheap timepiece they first bought when they moved in together, but gets none.
Jongin keeps staring at the clock, and Soojung keeps staring at him.
‘Okay,’ says Kyungsoo, still confused. ‘So why are you staring at him? And how long have you been there?’
‘Observation, research, studying the relationship between that clock and Daddy’s attention span. Half an hour.’ says Soojung matter-of-factly, again not offering up any additional information, and Kyungsoo just shakes his head.
‘Pizza tonight,’ he says, words falling on deaf ears. ‘I’m ordering pizza. Lots of beef,’ says Kyungsoo, more to himself than to anybody else, but that’s okay. He’s having pizza tonight. With lots of beef. He exits the room.
The clock’s minute hand approaches the 12, the hour hand on the seven. Jongin raises his eyebrows and is almost tempted to steal a look at the door, but he doesn’t - he keeps his eyes on the clock and watches the seconds tick by, until the time finally reads seven o clock.
‘SUNYOUNG!’ he yells, the sudden volume startling Soojung. The teenager almost jumps out of her skin as she hears footsteps approaching, and her sister appears at the door.
‘Yes, Daddy?’ she asks, perfectly blow-dried hair swaying.
‘This Jinki boy said he was going to pick you up at seven, did he not?’ Jongin asks, tone hard. Sunyoung nods. ‘Well it’s seven and there’s no si - ’
‘Sunyoung! Someone’s at the door for you!’ calls Jinri, and Sunyoung smiles triumphantly, a small sigh of relief escaping her lips.
‘You were saying, Daddy?’ she says, before turning and heading for the front door.
Jongin huffs, stands up, and follows after his eldest daughter, his youngest scrambling to trail after him.
‘You look nice,’ says Jinri, smiling at her sister’s boyfriend. Jinki only manages a sincere smile for a total of five seconds before Jongin enters his line of vision, his face shrouded in an almost visible dark cloud.
‘Um - good evening, si - ’
‘You’re late.’
Jinki swallows. ‘I - um, I apologise, I got - ’
‘You told my daughter seven, it’s almost seven fifteen, now.’
‘I’m sorry, I got a little delayed because traff - ’
‘Jinki, I think it’s time we go,’ says Sunyoung, wrapping her arms around one of her boyfriend’s. She looks at Jongin with a subtle glare that has her father backing down immediately - that, and the fact that Kyungsoo’s come up next to him, put his arm around Jongin’s waist and is squeezing him a little too hard.
Fine.
They win, this time.
‘Sunyoung’s right, you don’t want to be late!’ says Kyungsoo, all plastered-on grin and feigned gaiety, but Jongin knows he just wants them gone before his pizza arrives. ‘Have fun, you two,’ he says, practically shoving them out the door.
‘Be back by curfew!’ Jongin has the presence of mind to bark, before the door swings shut in his face and Sunyoung and Jinki are gone.
Kyungsoo pulls away from Jongin, fixes him with a glare. ‘Did you really spend half an hour of your life just sitting there staring at the clock so you could bust your daughter’s boyfriend for being five minutes late to pick her up?’ he demands, hands on his hips.
Jongin swallows.
Jongin nods.
‘You’re crazy,’ says Kyungsoo plainly, arms dropping limply at his side. ‘Absolute nuts. I married a cashew.’
‘You didn’t have to be that hard on him, Daddy,’ says Jinri, disapproval clear on her face. ‘He’s a nice guy and he treats Sunyoung right and he makes her happy. That’s the most important part.’
‘Yeah,’ Soojung agrees, indignantly folding her arms across her chest, somewhat disappointed with the results of her little “study”. ‘Also, he’s nice to me and Jinri as well, and none of my friends’ sisters’ boyfriends buy them snacks and stuff just because.’
Jongin looks over helplessly at Kyungsoo, who’s too busy staring at the door, drumming his wallet against the table. He feels his husband’s eyes on him, though, and shrugs, not even looking at the younger. ‘They’re right,’ he murmurs distractedly. ‘Also, he did look good tonight. Didn’t he?’
Soojung and Jinri nod, and Jongin’s jaw drops to the floor, another wave of dissatisfaction pulling his brows together in a frown.
‘He better not have any younger brothers.’ Jongin says, before turning and leaving the room.
Author’s note: I give up on titling and on updating frequently i’m SO SORRY HAHAH A two weeks once ya nice lie
Anyway I have decided (dk if I’ve said this before, in previous instalments) that parents!au will end with #30 hahiu yep and then I’ll link the headcanon doc along with it and then parents!au will be over
Also y’all should check out
kaisoommer because… I mean it’s obviously kaisoo but also… I mean…. nudge nudge wink wink alright I am goodnight
ALSO I HAVE LOST ALL ABILITY TO TITLE i very nearly titled that last one coppertears i'm not eveN
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