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Girl dad Yeonjun who always scowls when you're just holding your baby and she starts crying. You literally didn't do anything, she's just fussing, and he's all, "yah, give her here, you've lost your privilege." His baby crying is one of the worst sounds in the world to him. He'd rather listen to blaring sirens—it'd be less painful.

Taking her in his arms and shushing her gently, holding out his pinky for her to wrap her tiny fingers around. His eyes light up and his softest smile comes out when she quiets, her brown eyes looking up into his. He doesn't care that he'll probably have to sit down and not move for a few hours, because she'll definitely fall asleep on him, because this is his proudest moment.

And when you find him not long afterwards on the couch with your daughter cradled against his chest, you can't help but laugh at the way his own eyes are dipping sleepily, their shared warmth making him relaxed. Your hand falls on his shoulder as you whisper, "I'll put her down."

He looks up at you with his signature sad eyes. "But she won't be this little forever."

Suppressing another laugh, you run your hand through his hair and press a kiss to his newly exposed forehead. "There'll be plenty more cuddles before she's too big to hold, I promise."

mafia dad jjun who's just as protective n possessive of his nanny as he is of his daughters :3

oomf this took me so long and yet it could be so much better ><

Mafia dad Yeonjun is very picky about who looks after his children. When he finds the perfect nanny, perfect in both the hours you're willing to work and for his children's needs and preferences, he pays well. He buys you a separate phone for communicating with him—just a precaution to ensure the safety of both his kids and their nanny.

He hears so much about you from his two girls who rave about you all the time that he feels as though he knows you, in some small way, before he has the time to get to know you. Eventually, when he gets the time to come home early while you're still up, the two of you talk over drinks in the kitchen. Slowly you begin to get to know each other in the flesh.

Yeonjun comes home to find the house quiet, kids put to bed already. He comes across the nanny at the kitchen table, fallen asleep while reading, and he can't help the warm smile that breaks over his face. Gently, he wakes you up and sends you to bed.

It's not long, maybe a year, until Yeonjun starts to consider you as part of the family just as his girls do. It feels natural, like a no-brainer. You're flustered when you spot a present wrapped and under the tree with your name on it that Christmas. Yeonjun's eyes and smile beam as you bumble on about how he shouldn't have.

There's one small incident wherein Yeonjun tags along on the weekly grocery shop, lifting his daughters into the cart and pushing it along happily through the aisles of produce behind you. It's quite a good system: you find the things on the list, Yeonjun takes them from the shelf and gives it to the girls who put it in the cart—perfect teamwork.

He feels so at ease, doing these mundane things with his little family. It's nice to feel as though his family is more complete again, though it's not in the traditional sense.

But all too soon, there's a phone call that he can't ignore, his blood pumping to high alert when he hears the news from his informant. He doesn't explain anything when he hangs up the phone— he can't, not here and not now—just deposits his cell into his pocket and grabs his kids. He passes the younger and lighter of his girls to you while he takes the oldest, abandoning the cart of groceries and ushering you of the shop through the entrance door.

He drives for hours until the sun has gone and darkness falls. It's only when he pulls up and parks in front of a secluded house in the middle of what feels like nowhere that he breathes easily again. The kids are asleep in the back seat and have been for a while, but you haven't asked any questions. His eyes, no longer frantic, turn to you in the darkness. He looks depleted. You can tell he has something to say, but before he can speak, you're unbuckling your seatbelt and nodding towards the children. Together, you carry the sleeping girls up to a bedroom that looks to be meant for them but yet to be used.

In the kitchen, Yeonjun unravels. He pulls you into him, the first real intimate physical contact you've had, and you feel the tension vacate his body. He sits you down and tells you everything—the full extent of his job and what he's really involved in, which he hadn't filled you in on except the bare bones of what needed to be known, the phone call, the danger. He tells you that if you want to quit, he'll understand, trying to hide the sadness in his eyes at the thought of you doing so.

He looks up as you place your hand over his, and you take the opportunity to lean in and press a tentative kiss to his lips. He cradles the back of your head, so gentle as if he doesn't want to break you but enough to keep you there so he can return the kiss, all his emotion expressed through this one action. When you part to catch your breath, you tell him you can't leave. Not when you've finally found somewhere, someone, who feels so much like home.

yeonjun who has two little angel daughters and he’s completely content.. until his youngest tells him that she wants a baby sister for christmas lol

🥺 my heartu, I'm a sucker for girl dad jjunie

Yeonjun thought he'd have his hands full with two kids, but they're so good at listening to their parents and sharing with each other. He's never had to break up a single fight. He feels like he could sink to his knees with the love he feels every time the older one looks out for her little sister and takes her under her wing.

He's sitting on the sofa one night watching them play, when the little girl runs up to him, struggling to climb onto his lap with a baby doll under one arm. Yeonjun is too busy with hugging her and sniffing her (he swears his kids smell so good, don't worry it's so normal) that he has to ask her to repeat her question.

"Can we get a baby? A girl one? Pleaaaase?"

Yeonjun's heart melts like butter. He wants to promise her that she can have a baby sister, wants to give her the whole world, to both his kids. Instead, he drops his head back on the sofa and looks up at his wife with a "pleeaaaase?" of his own and those begging eyes.