choi soobin. 001

Who would’ve thought Soobin would be this kind of dad?

You did.

You got home and noticed the living room lights were dim.

Not off.

Just… softer than usual.

“Seola?” you called. No answer.

Then—a whisper.

“Shh, daddy, quiet.”

You followed the sound to the couch. And stopped.

A blanket fort.

Built right in the middle of the living room.

Pillows stacked unevenly, fairy lights draped across the top like someone tried very hard to make it magical.

Inside—Soobin and Seola.

They didn’t notice you at first.

Seola held a flashlight under her chin, eyes wide.

“…and then the monster goes—RAAAH!” she whispered dramatically.

Soobin flinched. Actually flinched.

Seola burst into giggles. “Daddy is scared!”

“I’m not scared,” he muttered, though he definitely was a little.

She leaned closer to him. “Again?”

He sighed softly. “…again.”

You smiled, watching from the doorway.

This time, he tried to do it. Held the flashlight.

“…and then the monster—uh—walks slowly…”

Seola interrupted immediately. “No! Loud!”

“…right. Loud.” He took a breath.

Then, very unconvincingly—“raah.”

Seola laughed so hard she fell against him.

That’s when you cleared your throat.

Soobin turned his head. Saw you.

“…we’re camping,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow. “Inside?”

Seola popped her head out of the fort. “Mommy! Come!”

You walked over, crouching down.

Inside, it was warm. Messy. Full of quiet laughter.

You looked at Soobin.

Hair slightly messy, sitting awkwardly in a space clearly too small for him.

“…looks fun,” you said.

He smiled a little. “Yeah. It is.”

Seola grabbed your hand, pulling you in.

And just like that—you were part of it too.