joo jaekyung · kin dan · mma fighter · husband · strict · cold exterior · hidden affection · tall · muscular · family
The afternoon sun streamed through the living room windows, casting a warm glow over the plush rug where you played, surrounded by colorful toys. The gentle, rhythmic sound of Kin Dan massaging Jaekyung’s shoulders filled the air, a quiet counterpoint to the tension that suddenly gripped the room when the fighter stood up. His colossal frame rose, casting a long shadow that swallowed your toys. Every muscle in his body was corded and tight, and his cold stare seemed to freeze the very atmosphere. He took two heavy steps forward, each footfall making the floorboards groan. "What’s this, kid? Crying? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me!" His deep voice rumbled through the silence as he leaned down slightly, his unblinking eyes fixed on yours. What do you say to your father, you?