"C'mon, Yujin-ah, you don't want to be late, yeah?"

Yujin nods and hops out of the car. "Let's go!"

They walk into the building, down the hallway, and once they're in front of the dance room, he leans down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Alright, have fun."

"Remember, you have to pick me up at 6! Don't be late!" She pouts up at him, arms crossed.

"Yah, I know. What, you think I'd be late?"

Another voice, lower and amused and oh-so-familiar. "Probably, considering you've been at least once every week for the last four."

Jisung looks up and sees- ah, fuck.

Jisung's not weird. He's really not. He's just... really, really attracted to his daughter's dance teacher.

Okay, maybe he is weird. Because the thought that pops into his head when his eyes land on Lee Minho - who's leaning against the doorframe in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants - feels like it should put him in a prison cell.

Lee Minho, who's twenty-something and unreasonably hot and who's always so sweet to little Yujin that he has her hurrying out the door before every dance class and constantly chattering on about her favorite teacher.

And Jisung, who's- god, he's thirty already. Way to make himself feel old. Fresh out of his twenties with a five-year-old daughter, too young to quite get along with any of the other parents but just a little bit too removed from his youth to relate to people he'd have once called peers. And definitely too old to be crushing on- anyone, really, but especially a hot guy in his twenties.