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A Dad on Valentines [PART FIVE] - Saeran

This is heavily inspired my @myetie 2nd Gen AU/Taemin AU, cause I’m obsessed with that.

Hope you enjoy :3


The problem with judgement is that, in many cases, it turns out to be utterly unfounded. Such was the case for Saeran, whom most people shied away from. With his tattoo’s, strangely coloured hair and almost sickly pale skin people tended to judge.

Saeran had always insisted that it didn’t bother him. He hated most people to begin with, so their opinions did not matter to him. As long as he had you, Saeyoung and your friends by his side, he was fine. That was until your daughter Soomi was born.

All of the sudden the judgement didn’t just affect him or even you anymore, but your daughter as well. People didn’t just look at him weird, but he was often times accused of being a horrible father or kidnapper, among other things.

Over time Saeran got used to it, most of it at least, but you could tell just how much those words hurt. Especially when he was trying so hard to be a better parent than his own were. People had no idea what a bad parent really looked like, considering one of them was their president.

Despite all accusations, Saeran was actually great father to Soomi, doting on her from the first time he held her. Saeran is extremely attentive, surprisingly patient and very loving. And all that despite being relatively silent for the better part.

When Soomi was still young you’d spend endless evenings just watching Saeran interact with her. Often leaving you in awe as he simply held her, looking at her lovingly or played silly games for hours without ever growing bored of it.

When she grew older, Soomi became interested in drawing and Saeran of course joined in. They would spend hours just sitting together, doodling without so much as speaking a word. Until she looked up at her father and he’d hand her the crayon she’d wanted without even having to ask

Their connections was different, but it worked for them. Soomi loved her father so very dearly it was beyond her how anyone else possibly couldn’t. So, the older she got and the more she understood, the fiercer she protected him.

Whenever someone uttered anything unpleasant, be it a teacher, a fellow student and someone on the street who thought that opinion mattered for some reason, she was quick to shut them down. Even if Saeran had failed in everything else, he hadn’t failed to raise a strong girl.

However even the strongest of us have struggles and insecurities and when those threatened to overwhelm Soomi, Saeran made sure that he was there for her, no matter what. Like it was the case that Valentines Day.

Soomi came home and while being quiet and moving through the apartment like a grade a ninja weren’t necessarily uncommon things, Saeran instantly tensed when he looked up from his book and looked at their daughter.

He got up from where he’d been sitting on the couch and you watched him walk over to your daughter. Once again, without a word, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. Your heart shattered when you saw he sag in his arms.

Saeran sat her down on the couch and kneeled before her, looking up to meet her eye. “What happened, angel”, he asked, worry laced within his words. Soomi shrugged, struggling to find the right words. Saeran waited, letting her figure it out.

“There is this boy…”, she began. “I didn’t like him at first, at least not like that, but he’s nice and we spent a lot of time together and then I kind of did start to like him. I thought he liked me too, he kind of hinted at it, but today he didn’t give me a Valentines so I’m not sure anymore.”

“Soomi, are you a strong woman?” The girl blinked, perplexed by her fathers sudden and seemingly unrelated question. She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. But what does that have to do with anything.” Saeran got up and walked away, returning with his daughters phone in hand.

“A strong woman takes what she wants, Soomi. She doesn’t wait for the world to come around and hand it to her. So, seeing as you are a strong woman, because that is what we raised you to be, you’ll call that probably frightened boy and ask him out on a date.”

It wasn’t ten minutes later that Soomi came running back out of her room, gathering her wallet, phone and other things in a hurry to get out. Even in a hurry, however, she took her time to run towards her father and press a kiss to his cheek.

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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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