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‘bout you

“Yah-“, Seungkwan’s arbitrary singing stopped as he looked up from his phone from where he lay against the arm of his chair, legs thrown over the side,”Are you just going to sit on the sofa all afternoon?”

“‘Yah’? Isn’t that what you’re doing too??”, you threw his attitude right back at him.

If there was anything about your relationship, it was that both of you could dish just as much as you could take. If anyone else observed you, they might see an unhealthy relationship, but bickering was one of your many languages of love.

“Tsk”, he pouted, setting his phone on his chest as he sat up, to face you,“Baby Boo isn’t supposed to talk back. What happened to when you used to be so sweet to me??”, sitting up he tossed his phone on the coffee table, “You spend too much time around Jeonghan Hyung”

“Don’t blame Hannie!! This is all you!”, crossing the short distance between you, you dropped yourself in his lap, squirming until he put his arms around you and let you get comfy in his arms.

Stroking your arm as he stared at the ceiling, he sighed deeply. After a bit of time had passed with his gaze landing on you, he lazily grinned.

“We probably shouldn’t spend all day on the sofa.”, he nodded his head back, one of his arms leaving your body to fluff over his hair and reach out to the small glass table beside him for his coffee he’d made just earlier.

“But it’s so comfy”, you giggled, rolling and squirming in his lap as if that could somehow help you get closer.

“Not when you move around like that! I’ll get bruises…”, he set his drink safely out of the way and lifted his knees, pulling you you closer in his lap to get you to stop.

“Okay! I’ve decided.”, giving a firm pat with both hands to your bottom he put his legs down again, preparing to stand, “We will go to a cafe!”

“But you already have coffee”, you snorted, leaning forward to reach for the half full cup of Americano he’d spent a good amount of time on this morning. Often he’d get his usual iced americano on the way to work but some mornings, for ‘authenticity’, he’d put the effort in to make it at home. Most likely so he could brag about his self-built barista skills.

“What did I say? No talking back. You’re going to make me age.”, he grumbled, swatting at your hand, his lips coming to form their usual pout as he complained, “This coffee is no good.”

“Did you just say your homemade americano is bad??”, you giggled.

“That’s not-“, he raised his hand, giving a good flick to the center of your forehead.

“You hit me!!”, you whined, both hands covering your forehead, rubbing away the minuscule pain as you did your best to summon a few crocodile tears as payback.

“Eh??”, he leaned back, his lips parting in shock and disbelief. The two of you often played that way. He hadn’t hit you that hard, had he? He hadn’t, you just knew how to tug at his heartstrings.

“Yah-“, deeming you weren’t putting on a show, he worriedly grabbed at your wrists trying to get a look at your forehead, “Yah! Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?? Let me see!!”

Unable to conceal your giggles any longer, you dropped your hands and shook your head ‘no’.

“Yah…”, he mumbled, feeling betrayed as you hopped to your feet, running down the hall to your bedroom.

“Yah!! Come-“, hot on your heels when you opened the door, he tackled you onto the bed, “-back.”, he grinned victoriously, having caught you. Holding you down while you squirmed, he took your hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead where he’d flicked, though not even a red mark remained.

“Let’s get ready?”, he propped himself up to look down at you.

With a nod from you, he stood and pulled you to stand with him so the two of you could get ready together. The consensus was matching casual outfits that could just barely pass for not matching. Boo was far cheesier than most people would believe even when you tried to tell them.

Before the two of you made it to the door, he turned around, letting you slam into his chest so he could place his arms around you.

“Can you be little for me today??”, he pressed a kiss to your confused little head, “I miss my Baby boo. It’s been a while, yea?”, he began to pout, as per usual, “And you’ve been so mean to me today”

For a moment, you thought about combatting him, you had not been mean. He was the mean one. But quickly, your usual conflictive and playful nature was whisked away as you pondered regressing or even age dreaming again in public.

“Be little outside?”, you felt spacey. Your Daddy had never asked you to be small, just for him.

“It’s never been a problem before?? Are you not comfortable?”, he asked, wondering if something was wrong as he picked at your hair, adjusting and fixing it out of habit.

It really had been a while. Lately, you’d been doing your best to be less ‘difficult’. Seungkwan was always caring for you. If you hadn’t learned his age early on, you’d be dithering on whether he was older or younger. Half the time he’d be nurturing, protective, mature. But the other half had you questioning, since he seemed just as bratty if not more than you. But still, no matter how much grief you gave him, he wanted you to be dependent on him. Originally, it wasn’t in your nature, but over time, you found yourself depending on him as a child would even when you weren’t regressing.

Just a few weeks before, you’d drawn the line when his friends were over. You were sat in his lap while you all ate in front of the television, Seungkwan feeding you from his takeout between alternating bites. A comment from Vernon, innocent but powerful, had made brought you out of your own world and made you take a look at yourself.

‘Why don’t you just give y/n this one?”, he had pointed to an unclaimed box of food but then on the table was Seungkwan’s explanation of how the two of you just ate like that nowadays.

“Baby. Stop that.”, Seungkwan massaged between your brows where they’d started creasing as you thought and thought in chaotic twists and circles, “We talk about this. I know you want to be more independent, but not being little anymore? That’s overkill. Please, for Daddy?”

Laying your head on him, he put his arm back down to hold your close. If you said ‘no’, Seungkwan wouldn’t push you further, but your heart sank at the thought. You missed him. That you missed him. But you weren’t sure if you could get there on your own.

“Can you help me?”, you asked, looking up at him anxiously. Noting how you’d never asked that before, a new ask deserved a new ask, he was quick to nod, sure he was up to the task.

“Come sit”, stepping back, he sat on the sofa and held out his arms for you to come to him, to sit in lap just as you did on late nights when it was ‘Daddy and Baby Boo’ time.

“Now when we go out, you have to stay close so you don’t get lost, do you understand??”, his wide eyes looked into yours waiting for you to nod, only then did he smile softly. Being ‘Daddy’ was a highly important job to him. The most valuable and significant job one could have; holding a little one’s heart so vulnerable in his hands.

“But Daddy will buy you whatever you want for today, okay? Does that sound good? Lots of tasty treats?”, he teased, patting your thighs enthusiastically, hoping you’ll mimic his excitement. Shyly, you nodded even though your subconscious still tried to fight it.

“Yah!! Where’s my baby boo. My little cutie. Daddy wants to spend the day with you.”, frowning, he began poking you, throwing out any silly, sweet name he could think of, “Babygiiirl~”, sounded funny on his tongue even when he sang it, playfully and shamelessly, but it made you blush just the same.

“Hmmm…”, he tickled and pinched at your sides while pretending to be deep in thought, “…cutie, miny me…”

“Daddyy! Stop it! Tickles!!”, you giggled, swatting him away, along with his annoying, cheesy nicknames.

“You’ll be my babygirl for today?”, he grinned, noticing how the nickname had equally both amused and flustered you. Even ironically, he never quite saw himself using it until you. Names like “princess”, “sweetheart”, “baby girl”, had never seemed natural to him until you, the embodiment of those names, came into his life. He still found them a little awkward on his tongue, but he couldn’t help but slip them in from time to time when you especially earned them.

“Yes, Daddy! Now, stop it!”, you tried to grab his hand when swatting at him had failed, but he simply lifted you as he stood, kissing you before gently letting you drop back down to stand on the floor. Out of breath, you wanted to take a moment to compose yourself but he’d found himself the perfect opportunity.

“If I make it to the door first you owe me kisses whenever I ask for them. All day.”, he looked at you intensely, making no move as he sized you up. Then, he took his chance, booking it towards the door the moment you glanced in that direction.

After his victory, you ended up thrown over his shoulder after your attempts to throw a fit and boycott your plans with him. It was unfair! He’d cheated, after all!

Once you’d arrived at the cafe, you’d had some time to cool off, bouncing at his side as you looked over all the choices on the menu. Any of them could be yours. Even if you’d lost, he was still treating you to anything you wanted. He didn’t brag often, but Daddy had deep pockets and it was rare you allowed him to spoil you. After his shenanigans, you deserved it.

Ordering three sweet treats with your drink, you excitedly wiggled in your seat. You wanted to try all of them today, Seungkwan would always eat whatever you couldn’t finish which made you feel a lot better about ordering more than you might be able to eat.

As you thought, he ended up with his usual Iced Americano, sipping it as he curiously eyed your desserts.

“You haven’t even had lunch.”, he commented, chuckling a bit to himself. Ignoring him you were more than happy to start sampling your treats. After a few bites of each, you needed some recovery time and Seungkwan eagerly grabbed your spoon once you’d slid your plates over to him, setting down his phone he’d been scrolling on previously.

The two of you chatted for a bit, occasionally playing and kicking each other under the table like children as you poked fun at one another until you recognized his facial expression. He’d come to another decision.

“I feel so inspired. Let’s try everything today.”, he dramatized, placing his hand over his chest with a wink, “Cafe Hopping.”

Just as he promised, he dragged you out to the nearest cafe for round two, stepping in line to order another Iced Americano, this time paired with a small slice of fruit tart. If he was going to keep having sweets, he at least wanted a good serving of fruit for the day. This cafe happened to be much more spacious than the last, making you step closer to Seungkwan, wrapping both your arms around his tightly as you pressed the side of your face into it.

“Do you want me to order for you, baby?”, he asked over his shoulder. Relaxing a little, you nodded, thankful for how well he knew you. But still, a little despondent, your mission to be less of a handful was failing again.

“Just a moment, thank you.”, he addressed the barista with his best smile before pulling you behind him letting you hug him, pressing your face into his back for security and hushedly speaking over his shoulder again, “Tell me what you want, Baby Boo.”

Through your whispers, he finally managed to order your two drinks and choice of dessert as he rubbed his thumb against your back to assure you. You felt a little shy about eating so much this time around, so you settled on one and waddled behind Seungkwan while he hunted for good seats. Though it was up for debate whether it was good news or bad, Seungkwan found you seats on a navy blue sofa (figures) where you could sit side by side while enjoying the ambiance of the cafe.

“Let’s go somewhere special next.”, he tapped at his phone, pulling up some popular spots as he finished his tart and tried a sip of one of your sweet drinks, “I think I’ll never eat anything sweet again after today. I have my sweet Baby Boo, anyways.”

Giggling, you offered him a sip of the other drink you held in your hand which was an interesting tea that caught your attention and was much less sweet, especially after having anything that had lots of sugar in it.

“Oh, that one’s much better. Let me have some more.”, he leaned over to take a sip but you quickly pulled it away.

“Drink your coffee! It’s not sweet at all! This one’s mine.”, you poked your lips out at him.

“You don’t wanna share with your Daddy? My coffee is almost gone. Give me some.”, he leaned against you roughly, nearly pushing you over, but you were happy to push right back.

“I’ll take that kiss instead?”, he raised his eyebrows, natural puppy eyes compelling you to listen to what he said as he leaned for your straw while you thought about it. But you were just a little faster. It was fun to play with him. You learned from the best, of course. Him and all your favorite uncles.

“You’re no fun.”, he huffed, reading reviews of a cafe he was interested in while he finished off his third americano of the day.

“Hm?”, he looked at you as you put your drink in his hand. You liked winning, but making your Daddy happy was just as nice. After a small sip, the corner of his lips curled at your precious action and he tilted his head to rest against yours.

“Finish your drink, baby.”, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your head before pulling up directions to the next chosen cafe. His affection only made you feel smaller, the line between age dreaming and regressing almost blurring. Obeying, you placed the straw between your lips and peeked at his phone screen as he moved his maps around, checking the subway route.

“I suppose we have nothing better to do…”, he sighed to himself, “Okay! This next one we will have to ride the subway for a short bit. But I promise you’ll like it.”

A hop, skip and a step later, the two of you sat in the train, watching the world outside speed by. Playing with the ring on his littlest finger, you listened to him ramble on about the last time he was on a train and his recent adventures with the guys.

“Thank you.”, he intertwined your fingers, bringing them to his lips and leaving them there. One building passed, two, three.

“Huh?”, you had zoned out a little, both your heart and your mind floaty as you’d listened to him talk. But now he was thanking you. Blinking at him with big, confused eyes, you waited for him to continue.

“For letting me be with my Baby Boo.”, he whispered, cracking a smile, making a heart with his free hand using his first finger and his thumb, “I love youuu~”

Boo Seungkwan, in that moment, wanted to say much more. That you were never a burden on him. How much he loved being with you and caring for you. How he’d protect you and how you had nothing to ever be embarrassed about. But he settled for ‘I love you’. He’d tell you all those things and more but firstly he wanted to see you smile.

Quickly you reached out and took the heart, pulling his hand down but he only got louder, attracting attention from a few of the people sitting around you.

“I love you! I love you! I love you!”, he chanted until you retrieved your other hand from his and slapped them both over his mouth.

“I love you.”, you whispered back, giggling as you slowly lowered your hands.

“You’re lucky.”, he pouted, putting his arm around you and pulling you close, turning his head to rest his nose in your hair, “You’re lucky I love you.”

Even as you approached the third cafe, obliviously hand-in-hand, you let him guide you, not believing this was the spot he’d chosen. But Seungkwan deserved a little more credit than that. Seoul’s very own Kakao Friend’s Ryan cafe!

“Woaah. We’re really going here, Daddy???”, you awed, squeezing his hand to contain your excitement.

“My back is right here. You can pat it now.”, he nodded with a smirk.

“Dummy.”, you frowned, pretending to be annoyed by his response before hugging him once you’d finally stopped in line.

It was a little more crowded than the previous cafes, being such a popular scene, but you hardly noticed, the cute decor drawing your attention.

“He looks like you, Daddy!”, you teased, tugging his arm toward the nearest Ryan statue. Lowering his brows in attempts to mimic the look of the character, he coaxed a giggle from you and pulled out his phone.

“Do you wanna take a picture with Ryan??”, he held up his phone but you were already getting in place. Feeling small next to the large cute character friend, you pouted, looking around at the large space becoming even more congested.

“Can you take it with me?”, you reached out for his hand, feeling unwanted eyes on you. Turning left then right, Seungkwan began looking for the nearest warm looking person, calling them over, bowing and asking if they minded taking just one photo of the two of you.

After a quick photo, you returned to the line, though you’d lost your spot when you’d left before. Usually, neither of you minded a little waiting but with so many people around, you felt nervous and exposed. Turning to hide in his chest, you directed his arms around your shoulders, boxing you in close.

“Are you feeling shy again, babygirl~”, he sang faintly, feeling a little claustrophobic himself.

Your head moved in little nods as he walked forward with you, the line shortening little by little.

“Hmm. What do you want to get this time, baby? Look at all the cute treats. Do you want some cake, or maybe some pudding??”, he squeezed you before opening his arms just enough to invite you to turn around and look at the displays now that you’d finally gotten close enough to see them in detail.

There were so many colorful, tasty looking treats with hand-drawn, smiling faces to choose from. Endless beverages, all with a cute, Ryan themed twist. It would make any little one beam with wonderment, and you were surely not immune.

Looking around, your eyes fluttered as you took it all in, display by display. By the time you reached the register, you knew exactly what you’d wanted. Seungkwan chuckled, practically holding you back as your bubbliness emerged, reciting off each of the treats you’d chosen. In addition to three very contrasting flavored drinks; a Ryan macaron, a pudding, a slice of cake, almost anything they had with a cute character painted on top was listed on the screen with a hefty total for Seungkwan’s wallet. He could feel his demise, the sugar comatose he’d certainly face when it was his turn to finish them.

“Are you sure you want all of that? Daddy can only eat so much.”

“But they’re so cute. I’ll eat a lot! I promise!! You said I could get whatever I wanted today!”, you frowned, using your pouty baby charms that had melted through his will before you’d even finished speaking.

“Okay.”, he yielded, knowing very well you couldn’t eat as much as you were ordering. When it was his turn, he stuck to what he liked best. An iced americano would be his best option for breaking up all the sweetness his poor stomach would be consuming for your sake.

“Now we just need to find a good place to sit.”, he turned around, pleasantly surprised at how a good portion of the crowd had cleared up by the time your order was ready.

“Oh-“, he struggled, his arm, drink in hand, going around you as you nearly stumbled past him to steady you. If not for his quick save, you might have taken a spill and your sweets with you, “- careful, Baby Boo.”

The corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile as you accepted his help, letting him carry half of your treats to a table. Sitting across from each other, he snapped some photos of you and your table full of treats for safekeeping and happily let you feed him bites of the ones you found most delicious.

“Daddy, is it really cafe hopping if you only order americanos?”, you squint at him, swaying your feet under the table as you cleaned your spoon again.

“I like what I like. Drink your…. Whatever that is.”, he poked the spoon he’d fetched from the counter to split your desserts with you at the mug filled with cream and different sweets sticking out of it.

“You sound like a grandpa…”, you mumbled as you indeed tried a cautious sip of the hot liquid.

“Yah! What was that?!”, he spat, having definitely heard you.

“The fall from Daddy to Grandpa is hard.”, he sulked, taking another drink from his americano as he looked up at you from his phone, hoping you’d correct him. But knowing his antics, you just giggled and took another bite of your half eaten pudding.

Finally, the plates, mugs and bowls were clean and Seungkwan was hunched over in his chair, holding his stomach and throwing a fit for your attention.

“My stomach is going to explode. Do you feel bad? Making me eat all your leftovers. I can never eat this many sweets again.”, he sat up to see your lips pursed, trying not to smile. His sulking, given his best efforts, really was cute. It wasn’t totally your fault, he had a will of his own, and the four large coffees along with sips he’d taken from yours didn’t help his case. Standing from the table, he gathered his things and held his hand out for yours.

“What’s this?”, he grabbed his phone as it began buzzing in his pocket, turning it to see a call from one of his Hyungs.

“Jeonghan Hyung. Have you eaten?”, he asked, greeting him as usual, waiting to hear why he’d received a call since he’d definitely sent a photo of you at the Ryan cafe to the group chat.

“Yah! We’re close by! Bring y/n to dinner. Cheol is buying!!”, Jeonghan reported, yelping not a moment later, most likely from whatever punishment Seungcheol had unleashed on him, having never agreed to that.

“Ohh, you’re close. Ah, well. Y/n ate too many treats so she’s feeling sick. And she’s small today. I think I’ll have to take her home, so I can’t come out tonight. Sorry.”, he explained as the two of you walked towards the door, wincing and putting his finger to his lips to insist you go along with his story.

“Ah. Okay, understood… Take care of her.”

After ending the call, you kicked Seungkwan in the shin, letting yourself out of the building casually and not as the eager escape you were actually making.

“Ah shi-“, he limped dramatically, his expression petulant and begging for mercy.

“Excuses!! What if I wanna see Hannie??”, you asked, glancing at his walking stance as the two of you strolled down the sidewalk. You hadn’t meant to kick your poor Daddy too hard.

“You want to see Jeonghan Hyung so bad, you kick your Daddy? What is this?”, he teased.

“You’re the one who's sick, dummy.”, you looked at up him dejectedly, with an angry pout.

“Wahhh~ you’re so cute when you’re angry, Baby Boo. But don’t be angry with Daddy.”, he laughed softly, pulling you to his chest in the middle of the path.

“Grandpa”

“Seungcheol Hyung is twice as old as I am! How am I the grandpa?!”, he pushed you away, though not any harder than playful. Seungkwan was a very physical man, but he was never anything but gentle with you.

“I’m tellin Cheolie you said that!”, you skipped ahead towards the way you came, leaving him behind and sulking again.

“Yah! What’s he gonna do??”, he called after you, totally not intimidated by your threat at all.

“Okayyyy. Then you won’t mind if I call him right-“

“Okay okay. I’ll buy you ice cream so shut up.”, he caught up, swiftly reaching down to take your hand in his for the remainder of your journey to the station, swinging back and forth as he pulled you close.

Ice cream was the perfect olive branch, but the thought of food had both of you queasy. Your shared silence was his answer.

“You’re right, you’re right. I’ll buy you ice cream next time.”

🧸End Note: she/her giving me the ick rn but I still feel babygirl 🤭 we age dreaming againnn. One of my many Seungkwan fic ideas is born! Longest fic I have ever written. I have no excuses other than it’s SEUNGKWAN DAY!!! for the beautiful man who always finds his way into my biasline even when I lock the door and throw away the key to my heart. Every time he posts I swear I get new fic inspo. Eventually I’m sure I’ll have so many Seungkwan fics posted here (I have so many ideas I swear I have the biggest crush on I’m in love with this man) ANYWAYS Happy Birthday Professor Boo!!! PS EVERYONE GO LISTEN TO HIS NEW COVER, TIME LAPSE RNNNNN THANK YOU BOOO 🤧💗~ 🐶🐰🍓

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