Lee Know...soonie, Doongie, And Dori Are Feeling Jealous

lee know...soonie, doongie, and dori are feeling jealous

LEE KNOW The Kitten Interview

It’s alright hyunjin, me too

i need him to get me in a chokehold so badly... i have a fever

🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻

AAAAH this is so good

Family Friendly

Genre: dad!Chan, crack

Warnings: vaguely suggestive

Request: no

Characters: Chan, Y/N, Noah, Sky

Word Count: 1.1k

Thursday nights in the Bahng household were reserved specifically for family movie nights. It was the one night in the week they all looked forward to (even if Sky complained about how corny the whole situation was), and they prepared well for it every time; a large plethora of snacks, the softest of blankets, and the perfect lighting in their room. Not too dark, not too bright - a middle ground that kept them all happy.

Every week, they took turns to choose the movie they wanted to watch. Naturally, this often ended in disaster; with Sky's love for horror, and Noah's love for crime, it seemed to Chan that he could never catch a break. Not that he'd ever complain - even if he did feel as though his blood was running cold more often than not, he didn't mind. He found that being in the company of his family acted as a buffer; he was just happy to be there, and he enjoyed seeing the happiness on his family's face.

This week, however, it was Chan's turn to choose a movie. He scrolled aimlessly through his Netflix account, a growing smirk on his face catching the attention of his daughter.

"Oh no," the thirteen year old shook her head as she pulled a large bowl of popcorn to herself. She had already dug her way through a quarter of it; Y/N knew she would have to get up in approximately ten minutes to make her a new batch.

"I know that look," Sky continued. "We're doomed … we're going to be subjected to the sappiest of sappy movies."

Chan chuckled as he continued to scroll with the TV remote. "You know me so well, Little Cloud."

"Lord give me strength," Sky muttered, making her parents both crack up with laughter.

The four of them were huddled up on the same sofa; it was a large sofa, giving them plenty of room for them to sit alone. However that didn't stop Chan from sitting half on top of his wife, his legs wrapped around her as though they were seatbelts, preventing her from leaving.

"I don't know," Noah chimed in. He was scrolling through his phone, pretending to not pay attention. "I love a good romance movie."

"That's my boy," Chan grinned. He reached his long arms out to playfully tickle Noah's neck, and the boy groaned as he shuffled out of the way. It only made his father move closer to him, and he gave up with a sigh, a smile spreading across his face.

"Can't we watch a horror movie?" Sky grumbled.

Y/N smiled. "Baby we watched a horror movie last week. Let your father watch the sappiness that he wants to watch."

Sky looked at her father. His eyes were sparkling as he scrolled through the movies, and his large nose was glowing coral in the room's warm lightning.

She smiled, curling her knees up to her chest. "Okay."

"What about this one?" Chan stopped at a movie; he mumbled the description to himself as his face broke into a smile. "This sounds fun … what do you think?"

"Whatever you want baby," Y/N dropped her head onto his shoulder. She reached for his hand under the blanket they were sharing, and only she noticed the flush creeping up his neck and the extraordinary heat radiating off of him at the movement.

Once Noah and Sky had agreed, Chan played the movie. He tossed the remote away; it bounced off of the armrest and disappeared onto the floor, making his children giggle.

He instantly regretted it a moment later when a rather explicit scene flashed across the screen. All four pairs of eyes widened before different reactions escaped them; Sky screamed, Noah grabbed a cushion to slam across his face, and Y/N burst into giggles just as her husband dived onto the floor.

They were barely five minutes into the movie, and chaos had already ensued. Chan scrabbled around on all fours as he hastily hunted for the remote, the lewd sounds from the TV being the backbone to the shrieking taking place in the room. Tears of embarrassment formed in Chan's eyes as tears of laughter formed in Y/N's, and when Chan suddenly spotted the remote under the sofa, he lunged for it, hitting his head on the small coffee table in the process.

"Dad!" Noah yelped, jumping at the sound of his father's head connecting with the wood.

Sky's round eyes widened further until they began to look like moderate sized plates.

"Ow," Chan sobbed, whirling around to press pause on the TV. He had stopped at a very inconvenient scene; what he assumed was the female lead seemed to be caught up in a very non-family friendly act, one that caused Noah to slide down the sofa in defeat. He reached for his phone and stared at its screen instead, slowly thumbing out the already disastrous events of the night to his friends.

Chan backed out of the movie. He threw the remote again and face planted into the seat of the sofa, an agitated scream leaving his mouth. His shoulders shook as he laughed silently, and Y/N pressed her lips together to stop herself from laughing like a goat as she reached out to pat his back.

"Why does this always happen to me … " Chan mumbled into the sofa. "Why me?"

"Daddy, you're bad at choosing movies," Sky declared. Her popcorn was already finished; she pushed the empty bowl away and grabbed the remote instead, a devilish look in her eyes. "My turn."

"Go ahead," Chan groaned as he climbed back onto the sofa. He fell into his wife's arms, his face resembling that of a sundried tomato as he buried it into the crook of her neck.

Y/N grinned as she hugged him. She leaned forward and whispered to him, making him choke.

"Maybe we should watch that later."

Chan thumped his chest, coughing aggressively. Completely oblivious to their mother's mischievous antics, Noah and Sky stared at their father.

"Dad … are you good?" Noah asked.

Chan whispered. "I'm good."

Sky snorted. "He's not good."

"I am good," Chan groaned, sitting up as he dropped his face into his hands. "Just … pick a movie, Ky."

And Sky did. She chose a horror movie, and almost a minute later, Chan let out a piercing scream; he hadn't expected a jumpscare to appear so early on in the movie, and his heart suddenly took off as though it was in a marathon.

The entire family burst into laughter all over again.

Chan meanwhile, burst into tears.

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He's got my expectations way too high😭

Garlic Pasta (As a Form of Love)

This one's a bit shorter but it made me so happy to write! Sorry it took a few days! This fic was an anonymous request, check my masterlist to see if requests are currently open!

Summary: You and your boyfriend Chan are cooking together, and Chan never adds enough garlic for your taste.

Pairing: boyfriend!Chan x gn!reader

Word Count: 600

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife

Includes: Boyfriend Chan, blond Chan (bc I'm in love with him), cooking pasta, "I love you"s, affectionate teasing

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!

Masterlist

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You watch as Chan adds oil and garlic to the pan. “More garlic.” You judge.

“More garlic?” He raises his eyebrows. “I think it looks fine.”

“You always think it looks fine.” You jump up to sit on the counter. “And then it always needs more garlic. What are you, a vampire?”

Chan does fangs with his fingers, lunging at you. You squeak and lean back. He laughs, and you’re struck by how much you love him. The way he looks at the floor when he laughs, the way he runs his hands through his hair, the way he teases you. You love everything about him.

You never thought you’d be dating Chan. He’s so… he’s everything. Handsome, funny, so sweet and protective. You’d convinced him to bleach his hair not too long ago, and you hadn’t thought he could get any more attractive, but you’d been proven wrong.

He faces his own challenges, you know that. He struggles with self-love, but you’ve been there for him, encouraging him to be kind to himself and cut himself some slack. He puts so much pressure on himself to be perfect—the perfect leader, the perfect songwriter, the perfect boyfriend. And as much as you believe he’s perfect, you always tell him he doesn’t have to be—he just has to give his best and not push himself too hard.

That doesn’t make him safe from some teasing, though.

“You are a vampire! Vampire Chan who doesn’t know how to make pasta. It’s garlic pasta. That’s the recipe. The point is the garlic.” You say, leaning back towards him.

“Fine. More it is.” Chan pokes your arm as he turns around, grabbing another clove of garlic and starting to chop it into small pieces. He misses your self-satisfied smile.

The smell of garlic begins to fill the kitchen; you can’t tell if it’s from what’s currently cooking in the saucepan or what Chan’s cutting, but it’s lovely. “That smells delicious already.”

“Glad you like it, baby.” He scrapes the cutting board into the saucepan, and the sizzling sound gets louder as he begins to stir it with a wooden spatula.

You hop off the counter and step behind Chan, draping your arms around his waist and perching your face beside his arm, watching what he’s doing. He glances down at you, but in that glance, you catch something deeper.

He looks at you like you’re his world. He looks at you like he loves you in the way that you love him—wholly, unconditionally. The affectionate smile on his lips, in his eyes, lets you know that your love is not one-sided.

He stirs the sauce he’s making. “Can you get the heavy cream for me, my love?”

You press a kiss to his (remarkably buff) arm. “Sure.” You get it from the fridge, screw off the lid, and put it beside him on the counter.

“Thank you.” He picks it up, his attention on the saucepan as he pours it in, stirring as he does so.

“Looks delicious.”

“Think it’s got enough garlic now?” He’s still looking at the pan, but there’s a smile in his voice.

You nod. “I think it’s good now.”

“Wonderful. I live to make your perfect pasta.”

“You’re doing a great job.” You say, and then, softer, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Chan glances up for a moment to press a haphazard kiss to your face. It lands beside your eye, and you giggle.

Those words, that kiss—you’re his, completely.

And he’s yours.

now THIS is the relationship I want with my dad

Anger Management Class

Genre: dad!Chan, angst, fluff

Warnings: cheating, very vague mention of self harm, anger

Request: no

Character: Chan

Word Count: 4.1k

The picture burns uncomfortably in Sky's mind. The sixteen year old chews on her lower lip, drumming her fingers on the desktop as she glares at the back of her best friend's head, drilling lasers into her pretty hair.

She waits impatiently for the last ten minutes of the lesson to tick by. She's too hot, and she tugs at the tie around her neck, agitated as she pulls open the top buttons of her shirt. Anger bubbles up inside of her, and Sky breathes heavily, stirring the paper on her desk.

Discreetly, Sky pulls her phone out of her pocket and switches it on under the table. It unlocks onto the picture that feels like a punch to her stomach, and not for the first time does she wonder who the anonymous sender is. But she barely cares; the two laughing faces in the picture are as clear as day, as is their bare skin.

As soon as the bell rings, Sky scrapes her chair back and shoves her equipment into her bag. She slings it over her shoulder and completely ignores her friend's sweet smile as she turns around to face her.

"Sky! Fancy grabbing some ice cream?" The girl asks, her eyes crinkling up at her.

Sky clenches her jaw. "No. Thank you."

Confused, Ella stares at Sky. She's about to say something to her when Sky brushes past her and storms out of the classroom, the door slamming behind her.

Sky's heart thuds in her chest as she thunders down the stairs. She knows exactly where her boyfriend will be, and she bursts through the doors to the canteen as her veins continue to swim with anger.

He's in the back of the canteen, strewn like a sack of potatoes across a chair. His friends laugh as they lounge around him, the heady scent of smoke lingering around them and not for the first time does Sky wonder why on earth she agreed to date this guy.

Harry looks up as she approaches, and when he smiles at her, it's a genuine smile. It's a smile that mingles horribly with the image glued to the insides of her eyelids, constricting her breathing, and Sky shuts her eyes briefly as she tries to gather her thoughts.

"Sup, Sky?" Harry says. "You eating lunch with me?"

Sky reaches into her pocket for her phone. She tosses it onto the table, the picture glowing up at the intrigued boys.

Harry leans forward, removing his arm from the back of the seat. He frowns as he tries to make sense of the image; his eyes widen suddenly and he grabs the phone, bringing it closer to his eyes.

"Where did you get this?" Harry asks, looking up at Sky. "Who sent this to you?"

Scoffing, Sky leans forwards and snatches her phone back from his hand. She tucks it into her pocket. "Let me remind you of something," Sky says, folding her arms across her chest. She refuses to answer any of his panicked questions. "You asked me out. You begged me. For months. Literally fuck you, you two faced, ugly, son of a bitch."

"Hey, don't talk to him like that!"

Sky whirls around, incredulous as her eyes land on a sneering Ella. Sky's gaze darkens.

"Why? Should I talk to you like that instead?" Sky takes a step closer to the girl. "Fuck you, you two faced, ugly, son of a - "

The entire canteen falls silent when a crack echoes in the room; Sky freezes as her cheek rings with a stinging pain. It buzzes through her body and snaps something inside of her.

She can't help what happens next; in a fit of rage, her fist connects with Ella's jaw and the girl's head snaps back as she stumbles into a table.

"Oh shit," someone whistles just as Ella screams and charges at Sky.

She grabs at Sky's hair, pulling and tugging; Sky pushes her off only for Ella's hand to connect with her lip, her nail dragging across her skin. Ella is crying now, and Sky tries to push down the sudden bubble of laughter rising up inside of her. But it doesn't work, and she bursts into manic laughter, making the watchers around her giggle too.

"You're a bitch," Sky states in a matter of fact manner that makes Ella seethe. "Some kind of best friend you are … do you really have such shit luck with guys that you have to sleep with your best friend's boyfriend?"

A chorus of entertained "ooooh"'s circle around the canteen. Sky turns around, looking wild as she turns her burning eyes on her ex.

"And you? You couldn't have found a different hoe?"

Sky sticks a hand out as she sees Ella moving towards her out of the corner of her eye; her hand comes into contact with the clumsy punch Ella tried to throw at her.

"Fuck off," Sky scowls, shoving Ella away.

"Sky Bahng!"

The entire canteen falls silent again as Sky turns; the teacher on duty stands in the doorway of the canteen, taking in the scene infront of her. Knocked over tables, an unusually terrified looking Harry, Sky's wild hair and Ella panting heavily on the floor with a bloody nose.

"Come with me," the teacher says, sighing heavily. "Now."

Sky purses her lips. She grabs her bag from the floor before pointing at Harry. "I dump you. I don't like beggars and cheaters," then she turns to Ella. "I also dump you."

Can you dump a friend? Sky thinks. She shrugs, stepping over Ella as she follows the teacher out of the room.

***

Sky slumps in the chair in front of the headteacher's desk. Her hair is a cloud of askew chestnut locks, her eyebrows furrowed, her pupils dilated and her lower lip bust and swelling. Her knuckles have split and congealed blood nestles in between her fingers, rimming the edges of her fingernails.

She watches the headteacher moodily. The older man is reading through her written statement, comparing it with Ella's paragraph of lies.

Bored, Sky examines her nails. She frowns, trying to pick the dry blood out from under her nails.

"Sky," the headteacher begins with a sigh. He leans back in his seat, his hands going to rest behind his greying hair. "Your behaviour is not tolerated in this school. You're a grown kid … what were you thinking? "

"My boyfriend slept with my best friend," Sky says simply.

The headteacher pauses. He looks as if he's about to sympathise before he thinks better of it.

"Even so," he says. "That's never a reason to hit someone."

"She hit me first," Sky retorts. "Is she going to be suspended too?"

"Well, she's injured enough so I don't think that's necessary."

Sky barks out a humourless laugh. "Really? I'm getting suspended and she's not? When she started it? What I did was self defence."

"Sky, don't argue with me," The headteacher drops his face into his hands. "There's no proof to say she hit you first. And honestly, with your past record of reckless behaviour … "

Sky clicks her tongue. She wishes Mrs Beaucanon was here. She'd understand. But of course, she had to go on maternity leave.

"Is my dad coming?" Sky asks.

"He's already outside waiting," the headteacher responds. "But Sky - "

"But Sky nothing," Sky scowls as she pushes her chair back, standing up. "Some school this is. The head is forever picking sides and ignoring the actual shit that goes on. You can keep preaching about how this is one of the best schools in the country, but we all know that's a fucking lie."

She ignores the deep inhale from the aghast man, and she storms out of his office and towards the school's main reception.

For some reason, as soon as she sees her father's matching furrowed eyebrows, she has the urge to cry. But she doesn't, and instead she grits her teeth as her father opens the car door for her wordlessly.

She slides into the passenger seat and Chan closes the door gently before walking around to the driver's seat. Once he gets in and starts the car, he doesn't say anything, just drives off in silence.

It's been a few minutes; the muscle in Chan's jaw jumps every so often but other than that he seems outwardly calm. Sky stares out of the window, a hand resting on her chin as the trees outside pass in a blur.

"I'm sorry dad," she whispers suddenly. She shuts her eyes, squeezing them tightly as she inwardly curses at herself.

She always acts before she thinks. It's something she's struggled with for years. And every time, she regrets it; she knows it upsets her parents, and she hates upsetting them more than anything.

Chan smiles softly. His fingers drum lightly on the steering wheel before he turns down another road. His voice is gentle when he speaks, making tears prickle at the back of Sky's eyes. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

Sky looks at him. "Didn't the head tell you?"

"He did," Chan nods. "But I want to hear your side of the story."

Sky smiles as she looks out of the window again. He's probably mad at her, and yet, he's still as fair and patient as ever.

"I got a message from a random number," Sky begins. "While I was in class. It was a picture from the party last weekend."

"The one you didn't want to go to?" Chan asks.

"Right. That one."

Chan nods. "What was the picture?"

Sky wrinkles her nose, her stomach somersaulting all over again. "Ella and Harry. Kissing. Naked."

Chan is quiet. He doesn't say anything, but his fingers tighten on the steering wheel.

"So I confronted Harry about it," Sky continues. "Maybe I called him an ugly son of a bitch."

"Ky … "

"I know, I know," Sky mumbles. "But I can't help it when I'm angry."

Chan smiles knowingly. "I know. What happened then?"

"Ella was there. She got mad I called him ugly so … so I … called her an ugly son of a bitch too … "

Chan struggles to keep his laughter in. "Ky."

"And then she slapped me. So I punched her back. And then she grabbed my hair and I pushed her and she flew."

Sighing softly, Chan brings the car to a brief pause as the lights glow red. He looks over at his daughter, smiling sadly.

"Look at you," he murmurs, reaching out and gently caressing her injured hand. "Out of all the traits I could have given you, I had to give you my anger, huh?"

"It's not your fault dad."

"It is," Chan shrugs. "Maybe I didn't raise you as well as I should have."

"Dad," Sky is appalled, and she turns in her seat to fully face her father. She takes in his worrisome but loving expression, painted red with the car lights in front. "Don't say that. You're the best dad I could have ever asked for."

Chan smiles, scrunching his nose up as he starts driving again. "Hmm."

"It's true. This isn't on you, this is on me. You know I struggle to think before I act," Sky says sheepishly. "I'll be better dad. I promise."

"I know," Chan gently cups her cheek. "It's okay baby."

Sky leans into his touch briefly before he removes his hand, replacing it on the steering wheel. It grows quiet again and Sky shuts her eyes briefly. Her head is pounding, and she aftermath of her small injuries causes delayed pain to lance through her mouth and her arm.

"Are you angry I got suspended?" Sky asks, opening her eyes again.

Chan checks the rear view mirror and shakes his head. "No. You acted in self defence, right? And … I mean … technically you didn't do anything wrong … "

Sky giggles, and Chan chuckles along with her. "Dad you're bad."

"I thought you just said I was the best?"

They laugh again, and Chan reaches out, patting the girl's knee. "Just don't let it happen again, okay? No matter how angry you are, violence is never the answer."

Sky smiles. She was waiting for her father's life lessons. "I know."

"Are you feeling okay?" Chan asks then, his voice growing softer. "You know … with what happened with Ella and that little bast - "

"Dad," Sky laughs, cutting her father off. She's wistful as she looks out of the window; Chan never did approve of Harry, and deep down, Sky didn't really like him either. But she was sick of all her friends being in relationships and sharing relatable experiences without her … now she realises how foolish she was. "To be honest … I'm glad it happened."

Chan raises an eyebrow. "You are?"

"Yeah," Sky says slowly, wondering how to put her thoughts into words. "I … I think I know why he cheated as well."

Chan looks at her with a silent question.

Sky shrugs. "I wouldn't let him kiss me or touch me. So he probably looked somewhere else for what I wasn't giving him."

Turning around another road, Chan nods slowly as he considers his daughter's thoughts. "It's possible."

Then, curious, Chan looks at his daughter with a smile. "You never kissed him?"

Sky wrinkles her nose in distaste. "Why would I share my saliva with someone I don't love?"

Chan snorts, bursting into amused laughter as he comes to another stop. He reaches out and pats the girl's head. "That's my girl."

"I don't think I'm going to date anyone else," Sky continues, exhaling with satisfaction. "Not for a while anyway. I don't think there's a point in it. And also … I think it's going to take me a good while to find someone who treats me the way you treat mama."

Chan giggles, his nose turning red. "What?"

"I told you this last time," Sky grins. "You and mama are so cringey but you both love each other more than anyone else I've ever seen … and I want that one day."

His heart warm, Chan can't help but reach out and caress the girl's hair again. "And you will have that, one day. When the time is right, it'll come to you."

Sky nods happily, grinning up at her father. His gaze flits down to her hand again, and he suddenly grimaces.

"Do your fingers hurt?" He asks. "Looks like you gave her quite a hefty punch, huh?"

Sky holds her hand out and tries to wriggle her fingers. It doesn't really work and she's sheepish when she says so to her father.

"Hmm let me see if I have something in here," checking to make sure he's not in a busy place on the road, Chan leans over and opens up the glove compartment. He finds a cold can of coke and pulls it out before handing it to the girl. "Here. Hold this against your fingers and it should help the swelling a bit."

Sky does as she's told. She rests her fingers against the metal and shivers at how cold it is, making her father laugh.

"Fancy grabbing something to eat?" Chan asks suddenly.

Sky adopts a mischievous expression. "Dessert too?"

"Sure. Dessert too," Chan chuckles just as his stomach rumbles. He clutches his stomach with an embarrassed expression spreading across his face. "That wasn't me."

"It was."

"Wasn't."

Giggling, Sky leans back against her seat. She steals a glance at her smiling father, and is suddenly overcome with a rush of affection for him.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

The man laughs, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Where did that come from?"

"Just felt like telling you," Sky says.

Chan smiles, and he quickly squishes her cheeks with a single hand before making his way down another road. "I love you too, Ky-Ky."

His stomach rumbles again, making Sky burst into high pitched giggles.

Chan sighs. "How do burgers sound?"

"Burgers sound good."

"Okay."

A short while later, Chan parks in the car park of one of their favourite food places. Sky makes to open the car door but Chan places a hand on her arm.

"Wait," he says, and he opens up the glove compartment again.

Curious, Sky watches as he fishes out a little black pouch. The man unzips it and pulls out a few little packets, followed by a tube and a fluffy white roll.

"Hand," Chan holds his hand out, and Sky places her injured hand in his. She smiles as Chan rips open the antiseptic wipe packet, and gently dabs at her split knuckles.

Sky inhales. She pretends it doesn't sting by clearing her throat, plastering a fierce smile on her face.

Chan laughs, and he gently blows on her hand. He's suddenly reminded of a distant memory; a dark classroom, his future wife's arm on his desk as he tends to her ghastly wounds.

Chan smiles softly. He must be smiling harder than he thought, because Sky cocks her head at him.

"Why are you smiling, dad?" Sky asks.

Chan chuckles. "Just remembering something."

"What?"

Shoving the used wipe back into the packet so it doesn't soak his seats, Chan unscrews his tube of cream. "You know your mother used to … have a tough time, right?"

Sky nods, eyes softening.

"There was a time in school when I bandaged her arm … I told Noey about it a while ago. But I just suddenly thought of it because I'm bandaging your hand … strange that I'm doing the same to you, huh?"

Sky smiles, watching as her father wraps the bandage carefully around her knuckles. "Oh how history repeats itself," she declares dramatically.

Chan chuckles. "Well, not quite the same, thankfully." The man sticks the bandage into place with a little plaster before kissing her fingers and then leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on her forhead. He runs his fingers through her hair, trying to smooth it over before his eyes come to her bust lip. He winces. "Now, what do I do with this?"

Sky giggles. "My lip is fine dad."

"Are you sure? It looks painful," Chan sighs, and he reaches for the cream. "Here, let me put some of this on."

Sky lets him dab the cream onto the little wound, his finger delicate as always; she barely feels anything, and she smiles happily when he moves away again, screwing the lid onto the tube.

"Come on then," Chan smiles. "Food time."

They order their burgers and sit at their favourite table by the window. It's beginning to grow dark outside already, the cold season casting a damper on the earth. Heavy clouds swarm across the sky, rain starting to softly patter down the windows like liquid crystal. It only amplifies the cosiness of the warm interior, the golden lights reflecting on the rain and casting dark shadows across the table.

"I thought we could get ice cream after this," Chan groans as he stares at the rain. He leans back against his seat, stretching his arms above his head. "Maybe not. Wouldn't want you catching a cold."

Sky giggles. "When was the last time I caught a cold after eating ice cream in the rain?"

Chan opens his mouth. He closes it again. "You're right."

Chuckling, the two of them smile at each other. "What about those hot brownies?" Sky suggests. "You know the ones uncle Felix brought us the other day?"

Chan's eyes widen in remembrance. "The ones with the ice cream?"

Sky nods.

"Sold," Chan says, and Sky laughs as love hearts explode in the pupils of Chan's eyes.

Their food arrives a few moments later, and the two of them immediately attack their plates; they're both ravenous, and they mirror each other's sounds of joy as they take large bites of their burgers.

They fall into an amicable silence as they continue to eat their food, until a question pops into Sky's mind.

"Dad?"

"Yes, baby?"

"When you were my age, how did you deal with anger?"

Chan sets his burger down on his plate. "How did I deal with anger?" He repeats the question to himself as he leans back in his seat, thinking.

Then he chuckles. "I didn't deal with it very well."

"Really?" Sky asks, eyebrows shooting up her forehead.

"Really," Chan nods and leans forward again, picking up his burger. "I struggled a lot. I think we're the same, in that aspect."

Sky giggles.

"I think … the first thing you need to remember is that anger isn't bad in itself," Chan continues, shovelling a fry into his mouth. "It's an emotion, and you're allowed to feel it, you know?"

Sky nods quietly, the way she always does when her father is about to impose some of his wisdom on her.

"But it's important that you don't let that anger control you," Chan says. He smiles knowingly. "Don't take it out on someone, no matter how angry you might be. Sometimes the best thing you can do is stay quiet until you're much calmer."

Sky flushes beet red. "I always make a scene when I'm angry."

Chan chuckles. "I know. Next time you feel angry, try your best to stay quiet okay? It's hard … but after a while it'll get easier and easier."

Sky nods determinedly. "I'll try."

"I think another thing you could try is tire yourself out," Chan suggests. Then he corrects himself, laughing, "not crazy tired. But enough so that you don't have the energy to be angry."

Sky furrows her brows. She giggles to herself ... she feels like she's in some sort of anger management class. "How do I do that?"

"When I was in school I played a lot of sports," Chan says. "On those days I always found I was more tired and all the pent up stress and anger had disappeared."

"I don't want to play football," Sky scowls, making her father laugh.

"You don't have to," Chan says. "Dancing is an option, going for a run … "

Sky stares at her father.

Chuckling, Chan wracks his brains. "What about boxing? I used to box a lot … that really helped."

Interested now, Sky raises her brows. "Boxing?"

"Yeah," Chan nods. "You can punch things but safely. Without hurting anyone."

Sky giggles, and she covers her face, embarrassed when her father gives her a pointed look.

"Boxing sounds fun," Sky muses.

"How long are you suspended for?"

"A week," Sky replies.

Chan takes another bite of his burger. "I could sign you up for lessons … I have a friend who runs a boxing club. You could start this week, if you wanted to. It might help your overall mood, and get rid of your excess energy."

"Wait," Sky waves a fry at her father. "You have a friend who runs a boxing club?"

Chan shrugs. "Yes."

"How do you know everyone?" Sky asks incredulously. Then she giggles. "Do you by any chance know ... Bryson Tiller?"

Chan chokes on his water. It dribbles down his chin as he stares at his daughter, aghast. "Bryson Tiller? You like Bryson Tiller? Since when?"

Sky giggles, looking innocent. "Why, shouldn't I?"

Chan isn't sure how to respond. "I don't know, should you?"

"Answer the question, dad," Sky laughs cheekily. "Do you know him?"

Chan rubs the nape of his neck. "I know a mutual friend."

"Are you joking?"

"Nope."

Sky leans back in her seat and narrows her eyes at her father. "Are you some sort of spy? Or like … were you in the Mafia?"

"No!" Chan laughs, dabbing at his face with a napkin. "Who do you think I am?"

"I have no idea," Sky says slowly, making him laugh again. "Also, mama shared the playlists you made for her years ago with me like ... last week. That's how I know who he is."

At that, Chan flushes bright red. "She did what?"

Chan makes a mental note to have a pointed conversation with his wife later. He's not sure he's completely thrilled by the idea of her sharing the many sex songs he added to the playlists for her.

Sky giggles as if she knows what he's thinking. "Dad is naughty."

Chan groans. He drops his face into his hands. "How did we even get here?"

Sky shrugs, clearly satisfied as she sips her strawberry milkshake.

"I'll sign you up tomorrow," Chan says, clearing his throat. He's suddenly too hot, and he has the urge to go home to his wife.

"For the boxing?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I thought you meant to see Bryson."

Chan points at Sky's plate, mildly exasperated as she bursts into laughter all over again. "Finish your food."

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