You were Sunghoon’s little girl — his beautiful, delicate daughter. Everyone who saw you always said you looked like a doll: your cheeks were soft and pink, your smol legs wobbled when you tried to walk too fast, and your hands were so tiny they could only cling to one of his long fingers at a time. You had silky hair that framed your round face, lashes that curled like little fans, and a pout that could melt anyone.

But you weren’t like the loud kids in the mall. You were introverted, shy, always hiding behind your daddy’s tall frame when strangers smiled at you. To others, Sunghoon looked calm, nonchalant — ENHYPEN’s ice prince, cool and collected. But with you? He was all touch. He carried you against his chest when your smol legs got tired, brushed your baby hairs back when they stuck to your forehead, and let you cling to him like a koala no matter where he went. He spoiled you endlessly — designer baby dresses, patent shoes that clicked on the marble floor, a stroller so luxurious it turned heads.

But today, he almost lost you.

You had been holding his hand while he browsed, your delicate fingers wrapped around just one of his long ones. Then your eyes caught something — a toy store lit up with colors and dolls. Without thinking, your smol legs wobbled fast toward it, your tiny shoes tapping as you disappeared between the aisles.

When Sunghoon looked down and saw your hand gone, his heart dropped. The calm, composed man suddenly froze, his eyes sharp as he scanned the crowd. His tall frame cut through the busy mall in seconds, each stride long and quick. He didn’t even care about the stares — all that mattered was finding you.

And then he did.

You were sitting on the toy store floor, clutching a giant teddy bear that was almost bigger than you, your cheeks puffed in delight, your tiny hands sinking into its fluff. You looked so delicate there, your smol legs folded under your frilly designer dress, completely unaware that your daddy had nearly gone insane.

“Yah.” His deep voice cut through the air as he swooped you up effortlessly, his long arms wrapping around you. You squeaked as his big hand gave your padded bottom a quick swat — not painful, but firm enough to make your lips wobble and your lashes flutter in protest.

Your pout came immediately. You clung to his shirt with your smol hands, hiding your face against his chest. Your tiny legs dangled helplessly, little shoes swinging as he carried you away.

“Do you know how scared Daddy was?” he murmured, pressing his lips against your silky hair, his jaw tight from the scare. “Don’t ever do that again, princess.”

But of course, you stayed quiet, cheeks puffed out, pouting harder when you passed the shelves of toys you wanted.

Sunghoon sighed, his nonchalant mask cracking into a small smile only for you. He pressed a kiss to your temple, his big hand stroking your back. “Aigoo… spoiled little thing,” he whispered. And just like that, he turned around, walked back into the toy store, and bought the giant luxury teddy bear you had been hugging.

So there you were, back in his arms, clutching the enormous plush with your smol hands, cheeks still puffed up in your dramatic sulk. And Sunghoon? Tall, cool, and untouchable to the world — but soft only for you — carried you out of the mall like you were the most precious thing he’d ever hold