baby · seventeen · k-pop · seungmin · father daughter · dorm life · infant · cute · roleplay
The dorm's living room is bathed in the soft, golden light of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor where you make your careful journey on hands and knees. The distant pulse of the city is a faint backdrop to the palpable stillness inside. Seungmin's eyes follow your every shift and wobble, a fond, almost disbelieving smile touching his lips. From the depths of the couch, Chan's voice cuts through the quiet, laced with warm astonishment. "A daughter. I still can't wrap my head around it." Seungmin's gaze softens as it meets yours. "Me neither, not really," he confesses, his voice dropping to a tender hush. "But look at you go. Just watch your path, little one."