SEVENTEEN IMAGINES, REACTIONS, MTL, AND MORE (Discontinued)

[44] Woozi Imagine: Like Father, Like Son

synopsis: It's the first time that Jihoon is left alone to take care of his son, Juho. Jihoon is anxious at first because he has never taken care of his son without assistance, but he does surprisingly well as he recognizes the charms of his son.

genre: fluff, established relationship

characters: husband!father!jihoon, son!juho, ft. wife!reader

warnings: Jihoon is a father. He has a kid.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: anyone else a sucker for dad!svt!?!?

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“I'll be back in like an hour or two,” you said, putting on your shoes.

Jihoon nodded nervously.

“If you need anything, call me.”

Jihoon nodded again. “Drive safely.”

You smiled back and turned to give him a quick hug.

“Take care of our son well, if you need anything, call me. You know what to do, right?”

Jihoon patted your back and nodded.

You let go of him and turned to the door. You took a glance at your husband and son, who had already returned to the living room.

A smile and chortle slipped from your lips as you closed the door tightly.

You wondered if Jihoon would be fine. It was his first time being alone and taking care of the baby. Perhaps they could use this alone time to strengthen their father-son bond at an early age.

The thought of it made you smile.

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Jihoon was sitting right in front of his son, Juho.

They looked like replicas of each other, sitting in the same position with their legs spread, their bums flat on the floor, their hands on their knees, a bit like a panda.

There was silence in the entire house.

Jihoon gazed at his son, who was just staring back with his cute, sharp eyes.

“Bah!” Juho suddenly babbled.

Jihoon laughed and moved closer to Juho, still feeling the nerve-wracking feeling of having to take care of Juho alone for the first time. Jihoon didn't really know what to do, aside from changing his son's diaper, giving him food from time to time, and feeding him milk.

Juho was only one year old. He could walk and run and of course, he could babble the formations of words.

The two were not sitting next to each other, looking like father, like son.

Jihoon smiled and turned to look at his son who was staring blankly at the walls of the living room. Juho had always been a rather calm baby so Jihoon didn't feel that worried, but being without assistance still gave him a bit of worry.

Jihoon tapped his son on the shoulder.

“So, what do you want to do? Are you hungry?” Jihoon asked.

Juho looked up at his father. Their eyes met for a quick second before Juho began to laugh. His sudden cute baby laughter caught Jihoon by surprise, making Jihoon slip an uncontrollable laugh too.

“You're happy now that your mom's gone, huh?” Jihoon nodded and stood up, taking his son into his arms with him.

The two walked to the kitchen. “What kind of food do you like to eat? Banana?”