ele tem uma pintinha ali perto do peitoral pq em outras vidas eu me acabava de mamar nos seios dele 💭

deus abençoe os gostosos com a pinta perto do peitoral 🙏

where are my slippers, seokmin? 🤨

the two arrived at seokmin’s apartment, a little rushed, laughing at the ridiculous things he was saying in an attempt to be seductive—and failing miserably. he kicked off his shoes haphazardly at the entrance, slipping on his favorite slippers that were so worn they were practically gray.

"i’ll grab some water, you know, to hydrate before we… talk," he said, winking in an exaggerated way. you chuckled but rolled your eyes, used to his overly dramatic ways.

seokmin headed to the kitchen, filling a glass and gulping it down as if it would somehow "prepare his body" for the long, steamy night ahead. but then, a piercing scream echoed from the apartment entrance:

"lee seokmin!!!"

he choked violently, clutching his chest as he hastily set the glass down. "what the—?" he stumbled out of the kitchen, freezing mid-step when he saw you marching toward him, arms crossed and stomping with a very determined gait. your expression was stormy, lips pressed into a pout that told him he was doomed.

"what’s wrong, babe?" he asked cautiously, already bracing for impact.

"where are my slippers, seokmin?" your voice was sharp, and there was a glint in your eye that suggested you already had a theory.

"slippers?" he glanced down at your feet, visibly confused. "but… aren’t you wearing slippers?"

"these?" you gestured dramatically at the plain black pair you were wearing. "these are your generic, basic, guest slippers, seokmin! i’m talking about my slippers—the white ones with the charms i customized to keep here! they’re supposed to be on the shelf by the door!"

"ah…" he blinked, trying to process the source of your anger. "but… they’re not there?"

"obviously not! do you think i’d be shouting your name like this if they were?" you snapped, exasperated.

"okay, okay… let’s check again," he offered, sighing as he led the way to the entrance. you followed close behind, arms still crossed, your footsteps echoing your frustration.

he crouched down to rummage through the shoe shelf, pulling out even the most ancient-looking slippers gathering dust in the corner. after a moment, he turned to you with a blank expression.

"see? they’re not here!" you declared, your voice laced with triumph as if proving a point.

seokmin scratched his head, clearly realizing he was in trouble. "uh… so where could they be?"

"that’s what i’d like to know, seokmin," you said, narrowing your eyes. "you hid them, didn’t you?"

"what?!" his eyes widened, and his voice cracked slightly. "why would i hide your slippers, y/n? that makes zero sense!"

"oh, doesn’t it?" you raised an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. "maybe you don’t want any of your little visitors knowing you’re taken."

"wait, what?!" his jaw dropped, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over his face. "babe, do you even hear yourself right now?"

"i do! and i’m waiting for you to explain," you shot back, your tone daring him to deny it.

"why on earth would i hide your slippers to pretend i’m single?!" he planted his hands on his hips, trying to sound outraged, but it was obvious he was holding back a laugh.

"i don’t know! you tell me!" you stomped your foot, pouting even harder.

seokmin sighed dramatically, covering his face with both hands for a moment before peeking through his fingers, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. he had to stay serious, but it was becoming almost impossible.

"babe, i swear i didn’t hide anything…"

"then why are you so nervous, huh?" you challenged, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

seokmin opened his mouth to answer but froze. the real reason—he was dying of laughter because he found your indignation adorable—would undoubtedly seal his fate. instead, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he clapped his hands together as if he’d just solved a great mystery.

"i remember now!"

"oh, really?" your tone dripped with sarcasm, your disbelief practically radiating off you.

"they’re in the laundry room!" his face lit up with excitement, as if he had just redeemed himself completely.

seokmin didn’t waste a second. before you could say anything, he grabbed your wrist gently and began leading you toward the laundry room. you followed him begrudgingly, dragging the dreaded guest slippers across the floor with exaggerated disdain. their very existence offended you, and you made sure the squeaking noise they produced was loud enough to emphasize your displeasure.

the moment you both entered the laundry room, seokmin let out a dramatic sigh of relief as his eyes landed on your cherished white slippers, resting peacefully on the counter next to the washing machine. he pointed at them with triumphant pride, as if he had just unearthed a long-lost treasure.

"there! see? i told you i didn’t hide them."

he turned back to you, his wide smile practically begging for forgiveness.

"i washed them and… forgot to bring them back to the entrance," he explained, gesturing as if it was the most harmless crime in the world.

"hm, okay," you replied, crossing your arms. you knew he was telling the truth, but you weren’t ready to let it go just yet. keeping up the act of being mad was part of the fun—especially since your sour mood had started much earlier, and he was fully aware of why.

ever since he refused to leave jeonghan’s gathering early, despite your clear hints and even direct requests, you had been sulking. all you wanted was some alone time with him, but seokmin, with his boundless social energy, seemed more focused on entertaining his friends. he knew you were craving his attention, and while it secretly amused him, he also knew he’d have to pay the price later.

seokmin burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking with the kind of pure joy that made it hard to stay mad at him.

"i can’t with you, y/n! you’re the most dramatic person i know!"

"what am i to you, seokmin?" you asked, your expression still attempting to look stern.

"my beautiful, sweet, amazing girlfriend…" he began listing your qualities theatrically, clearly trying to butter you up.

"then why am i wearing these?!" you pointed at the guest slippers with a mix of disdain and mockery. "guest slippers, seokmin! is that what i deserve?"

he laughed even harder, his voice echoing through the small room. you felt the corner of your mouth twitch, almost breaking into a smile. damn it—you loved his laugh.

still chuckling, seokmin grabbed your custom slippers and, with the flair of a seasoned actor, knelt in front of you. holding each of your ankles delicately, he swapped out the offending slippers for your rightful pair, all while looking up at you with exaggerated devotion.

"happy now, my troublemaking princess?"

"better," you replied with a small huff, spinning on your heel and walking out of the laundry room, leaving him behind with the basic guest slippers you loathed so much.

not one to be left behind, seokmin darted after you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. his hands settled comfortably at your sides as he planted playful kisses along your neck and the back of your head. his laughter vibrated against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"baby," he murmured between chuckles, "now that we’ve found your slippers… how about we get back to the original plan?"

"what plan?" you asked, pretending not to melt into his embrace, even though you clearly were.

"the one you mentioned earlier at jeonghan’s house…" he teased, gently steering you toward the bedroom.

"i should hit you with those cheap slippers," you muttered, but you didn’t resist his guidance.

"i’ll gladly take the punishment," he said, his voice brimming with humor as he closed the bedroom door behind you.

[⚾] where seokmin can't wait for his son to grow up and play baseball with him.

"papapapa." it was already the sixth or seventh time you heard your baby babbling that word, the small voice echoing in the room. it was late afternoon, and you were sitting on the couch, watching your child play with the toys scattered on the soft carpet. but something seemed to be missing. the baby's curious eyes wandered around the room, searching for something or someone. you knew perfectly well what—or rather, who—he was looking for. seokmin, your husband, loved to practice baseball on his days off, and that day, he was taking longer than usual to return home.

the baby began to get restless with the absence of his dad, making faces and emitting small sounds in an attempt to get attention. his big, curious eyes explored the environment while he babbled once again: "papapa." this time, there was a confused expression on his little face, as if he was trying to understand why dad wasn't there.

you watched as he crawled to the bedroom where seokmin usually told stories before bed, but upon arriving there, he found the space empty. a gentle ache filled your chest as you saw the little one so distressed, and you followed him into the room.

"my love, appa isn't here," you murmured, picking him up and feeling the tenderness of the moment. it was impressive how, even so small, he already showed so much affection and longing for his dad.

determined to cheer up your child, you went to the closet and carefully took out the tiny jersey that seokmin had kept with so much love. it was a dodgers shirt with the number 17 on the back, along with an mlb cap from new era, also from the dodgers. items that seokmin had bought excitedly while you were still pregnant, eager for the future.

with the baby in your arms, you dressed him in the jersey, which was still a bit big, and adjusted the cap, which was also too large for his little head. seeing him dressed like this, a miniature version of seokmin, you couldn't help but smile. the baby watched you curiously, a smile lighting up his face as if he understood what was about to happen.

"shall we go see appa?" you asked, knowing that while he might not understand all the words yet, "appa" was one he knew well. the answer came in the form of a joyful giggle.

you grabbed the diaper bag and walked leisurely to the field where seokmin usually trained. the air was fresh, and your child observed the colors and sounds along the way, his eyes shining with fascination.

upon arriving at the field, you spotted seokmin running around the bases, fully focused on the practice. his teammates were also busy, each in their position. still holding the baby, you stopped near the fence and watched seokmin for a moment. he seemed so at ease there, playing baseball, as if he were performing on stage, and you felt a wave of pride for him.

one of seokmin's friends noticed your presence and waved, catching his attention. "seokmin, look who's here!" he shouted, pointing in your direction.

seokmin stopped and turned immediately, a smile already forming before he even saw you. when he finally realized it was you and your child, his eyes sparkled with joy. he dropped the baseball glove on the ground and ran towards you, his heart racing with happiness. the baby laughed with excitement in your arms, recognizing the familiar figure quickly approaching.

"look at this outfit!" seokmin exclaimed when he got close, laughing as he took the baby in his arms. "you're dressed just like appa."

the baby held seokmin's face with his tiny hands, still laughing with joy at seeing his dad. seokmin lifted him in the air and brought him close, kissing his cheek with affection.

"sorry for showing up without warning," you said, smiling as you watched the scene, "but he kept calling for you all afternoon. i thought bringing him here would cheer him up."

"are you serious?" seokmin asked, surprised, a huge smile on his face. "he was calling for me?"

you nodded, caressing his face. seokmin leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss. "were you waiting for appa?" he asked the baby, who laughed at recognizing the word.

"i told you…" you laughed, amused.

seokmin turned to his friends, proudly showing off his son. "look who came to beat you all!" he said loudly, with pride.

"i can't wait for him to grow up and come play with me," he confessed to you, his gaze still fixed on the baby.

you laughed, crossing your arms and pretending to be worried. "oh? and who’s going to take care of me when you two are out on the field? am i going to be left alone at home?"

"it's not like that, love, i just…" he tried to explain, but you interrupted him with a gentle kiss, and he smiled, feeling his heart warm.

the two of you smiled, and you watched the man you loved hold your son with such care.

you and the little one sat on the small bleachers, now more relaxed, still fascinated by the environment and by the presence of his dad. you adjusted his cap and positioned him on your lap so he could see seokmin in action on the field.

seokmin focused on the game, but not before blowing kisses to his son, who laughed at the sight. you laughed along, charmed by the scene.

the game continued for a while longer until the baby finally began to get sleepy, perhaps lulled by the rhythm of the game or by the comfort of being close to his dad. when the game ended, seokmin waved at you, and you had the baby relaxed in your arms.

he ran towards you, still smiling, his face sweaty. gently, he took the baby, who was already fast asleep, and slung the diaper bag over his shoulder.

"he was exhausted from looking for you earlier," you said softly, as you watched seokmin adjust the baby in his arms. "but now that he's seen you, he's at peace."

seokmin smiled, looking at the baby sleeping so soundly. "thank you for bringing him here. i had no idea how much i missed you both while i was training."

you started walking back home, taking your time. seokmin held the bag in one hand and kept the baby secure against his chest with the other. you, in turn, carried seokmin's glove with the baseball inside.

"i'm not sure how i feel about having another baseball player in the house," you teased, tossing the ball in the air. "he seems to have taken a liking to being on the field."

seokmin chuckled softly, his eyes shining with happiness. "i admit, i can't wait to see him running around the field, with the same passion i have," he said, looking at you lovingly. "but we can fix that."

"how?" you asked, curious.

he stopped walking for a moment and, still holding the baby, pulled you closer, intertwining his fingers with yours. "we can have another one…"

you smiled, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours, and continued walking together along the quiet street. in the silence of the night, the sound of your footsteps mingled with the baby's soft snores. "i love you, seokmin," you said, squeezing his hand.

"i love you too, y/n. thank you for today."

boy's dad 💖💖

[SMAU] SEVENTEEN CHATTING WITH THEIR CHILDREN

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL spoiling his kpopper daughter

MASTERLIST (soon)

[SMAU] SEVENTEEN CHATTING WITH THEIR CHILDREN

LEE SEOKMIN with his mvp completely in love

MASTERLIST (soon) | CHOI SEUNGCHEOL | KIM MINGYU

Seokmin loved calling his fifteen-year-old son mvp (most valued player). The nickname started as a playful nod to his role on the school basketball team, but over time, it became something more. To Seokmin, it wasn’t just about the court; his son was his mvp in life, the brightest part of his days.

Meant for each other | LSM

"when i met jeonghan, i never imagined i would have two other perfect copies of him in my life."

choi seungcheol as father of a little girl in primary school.

d/n = daughter name

you and seungcheol received a notice from your daughter's school asking that at least one of you should come to the teachers' office. normally, you are the one who attends d/n's school meetings, but since seungcheol had a day off, he offered to go.

upon arriving at the school, in front of the teachers' office, he found your daughter sitting on a bench, her head down, swinging her legs. seungcheol approached calmly but worried. he knelt down, held d/n's hands, and asked in a gentle voice, "what happened, dear?" d/n didn't respond, continuing to look at the ground.

soon, the teacher noticed seungcheol's arrival and approached. he stood up to greet her formally.

"mr. choi, sorry to make you come here, but in cases like this, we must follow protocol," the teacher said. "d/n hit a classmate, and we advise that her parents talk to her."

seungcheol was surprised by the news, as his daughter was not one to hit others; on the contrary, she was a sweet and delicate girl. he looked at d/n and felt a pang in his heart seeing her so sad.

"oh... i'm sorry," he said, not knowing what else to say. "this won't happen again."

the teacher nodded and asked him to sign a notice of awareness, which he did. "shall we go home?" he asked with the same gentleness, picking up the backpack beside her.

she stood up and took her father's hand. the two walked in silence to the car. seungcheol knew she was afraid of being scolded, so he preferred to respect her space.

d/n settled into the back seat. while adjusting her seatbelt, seungcheol said, "don't worry, my princess, appa won't scold you. but i need to understand what happened." he looked into her eyes, conveying reassurance.

the little girl hesitated for a moment but with sad eyes said, "i'll talk when we get home and are with omma."

seungcheol agreed in silence, patted her hair, and closed the door. he then sat in the driver's seat and started the car, glancing at his daughter from time to time in the rearview mirror.

upon arriving home, you were in the living room waiting for them. you stood up seeing the frustration in your husband's eyes and your daughter's head down.

"what happened?" you asked, worried but maintaining a calm tone.

"d/n, can you tell us now?" seungcheol asked.

"a boy spent the entire class pulling my hair," she began with a trembling voice. "so i did what uncle jeonghan told me to do."

"what did uncle jeonghan tell you to do?" seungcheol asked, raising an eyebrow, fearing the answer.

"he said that if any boy at school messed with me, i should kick his butt," she replied.

you controlled yourself as much as possible not to laugh. the situation was funny; you would definitely have done the same, and jeonghan would definitely say something like that.

seungcheol gave you a reproachful look. he knew you wanted to laugh because he knew you perfectly.

"i can't believe i have three of you in my life," cheol murmured, shaking his head.

you placed a hand on seungcheol's shoulder, trying to comfort him but unable to hide a smile.

"we're going to talk to uncle jeonghan about this, and you, little princess, need to understand that violence is not the solution, even if he started it," you said to your daughter, with a firm but loving look.

d/n nodded, understanding she had caused trouble, but feeling supported by her parents.

seungcheol decided to impose a light punishment so d/n could reflect on what she had done: no snacks for a week. after talking to d/n, he called your brother, jeonghan.

"jeonghan, we need to talk about what you told d/n," seungcheol started, serious.

"what did i say?" he asked, confused.

"you told her to kick other kids' butts," seungcheol said sternly.

on the other end of the line, jeonghan laughed.

"ah, so my little princess really did that?" jeonghan responded proudly, still laughing.

"it's not funny," seungcheol scolded. "she needs to learn to handle these situations differently."

"sorry, cheol, i didn't think she would take it so seriously," jeonghan said, still in an amused tone.

after finishing the call, seungcheol finally relaxed on the couch. he saw his daughter approaching with a sweet, bright look; she knew perfectly how to melt her appa's heart.

"appa, i'm sorry for what i did. i promise not to do it again," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

seungcheol took a deep breath, trying to maintain his resolve.

"i know, dear, but you're still punished with no snacks for a week."

d/n, however, didn't give up. she was good at this. she continued to stroke her father's face and looked at him with the most adorable eyes only she could make.

"appa, please... just one snack?" she asked, with the sweetest voice possible.

seungcheol tried to resist, but her affection was irresistible. he sighed again and finally gave in.

"alright, just one," he said, defeated.

you, watching the scene from afar, couldn't contain your laughter. "i knew you wouldn't resist her," you said, laughing.

seungcheol looked at you with an embarrassed smile.

"it's hard to say no to her," he admitted.

d/n smiled, happy to have gotten what she wanted. before taking the snack, she hugged her father again.

"i love you, appa," she said, with a mischievous smile.

seungcheol, still smiling, responded: "i love you too, my little one."

d/n then held out the snack to him, with an expectant look.

"want to share the snack with me, appa? so we can eat together!"

seungcheol hesitated for a moment, but d/n's kindness and affection were irresistible. he accepted the snack with a smile.

"sure, let's share."

you laughed to yourself, watching your mini-you in action.

"when i met jeonghan, i never imagined i would have two other perfect copies of him in my life," seungcheol commented, seeing you laugh at the situation.