Minsung daughter · Y/n story by @youre

The door of the quiet house on the hill swung open, letting in a gust of cool afternoon air. A pair of sneakers squeaked on the polished floorboards.

Jisung

She asleep?

Minho

a whisper, from inside the living room Finally. Took an hour of dancing around with her stuffed penguin.

Jisung

steps inside, tossing his keys into a bowl with a soft clatter Worth it, though. Look at her.

In the living room, nestled in a nest of pastel blankets on the sofa, a girl of about three years old was sound asleep. Her hair was a mess of soft, dark strands, and one tiny hand was clutching the flipper of a worn-out plush penguin.

Minho

kneels beside the sofa, a rare, soft smile on his face Three years, and I still can't believe she's ours.

Jisung

leans over the back of the sofa, voice barely a breath Best decision we ever made, dad.

Minho

his eyes flick to Jisung, still smiling Careful, umma. You'll wake her up.

The little girl’s nose twitched. Her eyes blinked open, hazy and confused.