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