A request from yeoshazel
Fluff time! ATEEZ family AU.

Little Park Wooyoung woke up one morning to some loud sounds downstairs. It sounded like something fell.

Rubbing his sweet, tired eyes with tiny fists, he looked around the room.

He was alone.

"Mama?"

"Good morning, Wooyoungie," a voice softly greeted. "Did I wake you up, sweetheart?"

"Mhm," the little boy hummed.

Seonghwa chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry. I was only cleaning."

The five-year-old looked at him with a little bit of confusion on his face.

"Clean?"

"Yes, honey." Seonghwa scooped him up and nuzzled his nose against the boy's temple. Then how nose scrunched. "Ew. You smell."

"No!" Wooyoung argued. "Mama smells!"

"No~! You!" Seonghwa laughed. "How about a little bath before we go?"

"Go?"

"Did you forget our trip to the beach?"

Wooyoung stared wide-eyed at his father.

"The water," Seonghwa clarified. He wishes he hadn't.

Suddenly, the little boy shouted in excitement. His arms flailed and legs kicked. "Water! Water! Pirates!"

"Of course, Wooyoung. Pirates." Seonghwa smiled as he placed the boy down beside the tub.

Seonghwa monitored Wooyoung's playtime in the tub while cleaning the bathroom. This was always his time to multitask. Otherwise, the little boy would let him do nothing entirely if he weren't entertained.

"Mama?"

Seonghwa missed that one at first. A month and he still wasn't used to being called that. The name was usually reserved for her.

One day, it just broke. They had to divorce, and Seonghwa took full custody of his son.

Exactly what he wanted: she could have all the money, all of their belongings in the world, but Seonghwa only wanted Wooyoung.

There was a reason for that; Seonghwa knew he was guilty. For years, Seonghwa constantly worked long hours to provide for his family. When his wife offered to help, he stubbornly turned it down. The bickering went back and forth until they couldn't handle it anymore. She couldn't handle it anymore.

And Wooyoung, so used to using 'Mama,' slowly converted the term into a nickname for Seonghwa — almost to remember his mother he missed.

"Ma!" Wooyoung shouted louder. The adult blinked out of his trance.

"Sorry, honey. What?"

"Done."

"Stay in there for just a bit more."

"No!" Wooyoung messily tried to escape the tub. With a sigh, Seonghwa wrapped him up with a fluffy towel and placed him on the bed.

After a quick breakfast and packing, Seonghwa strapped his son to his car seat, ruffled his hair, and started driving.

Wooyoung talked a lot. But Seonghwa was all for it. He would understand about half the things the little boy said, but nodding was enough for him to be content.

"Are we there yet?" Wooyoung would ask from time to time.

"Not yet, Wooyoung."

About half an hour later, something bugged Seonghwa. Now it was too quiet. He looked up at the rearview mirror to see Wooyoung hugging his plush parrot close while sleeping. Adorable.

"Don't run too far," the father called to Wooyoung. The spot they settled at was perfect for the crowded condition the beach was in. Wooyoung obediently stayed in place, watching Seonghwa set up their little area. Coupled with two chairs and a small beach tent, Wooyoung was ready for a day of play.

"Toys, mama! Toys!" Wooyoung clapped his hands.

"Wait. You need sunscreen."

The excited little boy jumped. "Hurry!"

As Seonghwa applied the cream to Wooyoung's arms, Wooyoung caught a bundle from afar jumping in the sand. It was slightly brown and small. The thing looked to be running towards him.

"Doggy!" Wooyoung shouted with a smile.

When Seonghwa looked, a puppy was at Wooyoung's feet, attacking the little boy with exasperated pants. Wooyoung laughed and touched the furry creature.

"I'm sorry! Very sorry," a voice apologized. Seonghwa turned to see a man his age approaching them with a nervous smile. He was probably afraid of how Seonghwa would react.

Seonghwa was more worried about his son. He quickly picked up the puppy and faced the incoming guy. "This yours?"

"Yeah... Sorry." He took the dog into his arms.

"Mama! Can I touch?" Wooyoung asked his dad, then gestured to the unrestful dog.

"Of course, " he heard before Seonghwa could answer. "You can pet him. Just be really soft." The man crouched and held him out to Wooyoung. The boy stepped forward to caress the dog's ears. "Wow. You can tame him better than me." Wooyoung grinned at the man's comment.

Seonghwa tenderly looked at the interaction. "What's his name?"

"Hongjoong." Then the man broke into a laugh. "Oh, you meant the dog's-"

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. Sly motherfucker...

"I don't have a name for him, actually. I found him sleeping beside a dumpster three days ago," Hongjoong explained. "I'll have to think about it."

"Oh." Seonghwa peered at his son, now holding the relaxed dog in his arms. "Wooyoung, let's let the puppy go back with-"

"He's so cute!" Wooyoung exclaimed. Hongjoong laughed.

"He is, right?! What would you name him? Give me some ideas."

Wooyoung went off on a rant of different dog names from famous movies. Seonghwa noted that Hongjoong seemed to nod at everything Wooyoung said.

"You're smart," Hongjoong complimented.

"Thank you." Wooyoung blushed shyly.

"Well, I'll keep in mind everything you said. Then we'll name this little troublemaker. It was nice to meet you, Wooyoung."

"Bye, mister."

"And..."

"Seonghwa," Seonghwa finished. He shook Hongjoong's hand. The slightly shorter man smiled at their handshake.

"I like the bracelet," he said before waving bye.

"Toys!" Wooyoung shouted. Seonghwa nodded and went to retrieve them.

It was only about two minutes later when Seonghwa realized Hongjoong was talking about his bisexual bracelet. He grew warm and tried to hide his blush by playing with Wooyoung.

"Hey, do you two have space?"

Seonghwa mentally cursed at himself. It was him again.

"Doggy!" Wooyoung shouted once more. The puppy pounced on him again.

"Everyone's taking up room." Hongjoong scratched the back of his neck. Seonghwa shook his head in disbelief but also trying to conceal his smile.

"Yeah. Take that extra chair."

Seonghwa and Hongjoong talked about pointless things that evening. Seonghwa, feeling a little bold, thought to include that he was divorced.

"Oh, so you're single," Hongjoong stated. Seonghwa wasn't sure if he meant that as a question because it didn't sound so.

"Yeah. Just Wooyoung and I."

Wooyoung wasn't oblivious to the changes ever since that day. He would see Hongjoong and his puppy more often now.

But he would also see Seonghwa smiling or in a better mood now. Kids could do that; they knew when something was right or wrong. He felt the wrong instinct the last few evenings his mother was with them.

Then one evening, Hongjoong stepped into the living room where Wooyoung played with his favorite pirate toys.

"Hey, Wooyoungie. Are you having fun?"

"Mmh." Wooyoung shrugged, pushing a boat of foil over a tub of water Seonghwa had set up. To his side, Hongjoong's dog flipped over and slept with his belly up. Wooyoung moved to pat his tummy softly.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you like my mama?" Wooyoung asked unexpectedly. Even Seonghwa, who was cooking in the kitchen, had to pause to hear.

Hongjoong smiled. "Yes. I do. A lot."

"Oh."

"What's wrong?"

Wooyoung silently shrugged. His movements were a little slower. Seonghwa entered the room, worried with the silence that followed Hongjoong's question. Wooyoung started crying.

"Don't cry, baby," Hongjoong softly said, reaching out to him. Wooyoung wailed in withdrawal. Seonghwa ran over and swept the child into his arms. He sat beside Hongjoong on the couch.

Wooyoung didn't like that. He threw a fit, lashing his arms and legs in different directions.

"Stop. Stop it," Seonghwa serenely ordered. Wooyoung relaxed a bit while still choking on his sobs. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I miss mama," Wooyoung blubbered.

"I know you do." Seonghwa rocked him back and forth. He shared an anxious glance with Hongjoong. "Can I explain to you what happened?"

"Hm?"

"Mama and I weren't very happy. Remember I only saw you a few times?"

"Mhm."

"It was my fault I couldn't. I was working too much. When I wanted to say sorry, it was too late. I'm sorry, Wooyoungie. It's my fault you feel this way." Seonghwa pressed his head against the five-year-old. Slowly, he began to cry.

"Don't cry, mama," Wooyoung whispered while touching his parent's face. His small thumbs and index fingers brushed the tears away.

"I know... We need to stop doing that, huh?" Seonghwa sadly coughed out a laugh. Wooyoung noticed how Hongjoong set an arm on Seonghwa's shoulders in reassurance. He tilted his head.

"Ddoongie?"

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. He softly smiled at the nickname. "Yes?"

"Are you going to kiss mama?" Wooyoung asked.

"I don't know... May I kiss you, Seonghwa?"

As soon as Seonghwa nodded, Hongjoong held his chin and leaned in. It was a short and soft touch, but both the adults wanted more. You could tell by the pink blush on their cheeks.

Wooyoung was still watching. His eyes were wide in amazement.

"Uh..." Seonghwa fanned his heated face. "We should go eat."

From that day, Wooyoung tolerated Hongjoong. He was still wary of their relationship, but Seonghwa would always remind him he was happy. And if Seonghwa was happy, Wooyoung was too.

And one night:

"Yes! Yes, Hongjoong!"

Wooyoung peered his head into his parent's room. Seonghwa was hugging Hongjoong tight as if never wanting to let go. And Hongjoong was laughing back, teeth pearly white as he told Seonghwa to quiet down.

"Mama?"

Seonghwa wiped his incoming tears of joy and picked up Wooyoung. He twirled him around before sitting him in his lap. Hongjoong was right beside them too.

"Wooyoung, guess what?"

"What?"

"Hongjoong's going to be your dad!"

Wooyoung tilted his head. "D...Dad?"

"Yes, honey!" Seonghwa placed several kisses on his forehead. But Wooyoung sat still.

Dad.

The wedding was set to a few months ahead, but there was much to do. As time passed and approached the date, there came a day when it was time to select the outfits.

"Come on, Wooyoung," Seonghwa muttered. Little Wooyoung tugged him back. He was tired of walking around from store to store at their mall. He saw the same thing: either Hongjoong or Seonghwa was measured at every store they visited.

"No, mama," he whined. Hongjoong walked over and picked him up. Wooyoung sighed, his little feet finally having an opportunity to rest.

"Oh!" Wooyoung jumped in the man's arms. His little index finger pointed at a costume shop nearby.

"What is it?"

"Oh! Oh!" he kept shouting. As soon as he touched the ground, Wooyoung pulled Hongjoong to the store. He pointed at a mannequin. "Pirate!"

On the small figure was a beautiful pirate costume perfect for Wooyoung's size. The coat was a wine red with thick gold seams. The wide black belt wrapped around the waist area and sported deep engravings. Along with it, a feathered hat and black boots matched the set.

"I want it! Ddoongie, I want it!" Wooyoung looked up with glossy eyes.

An idea popped into Hongjoong's head.

"Seonghwa?" he called.

~

On the day of the wedding, Wooyoung excitedly jumped around, holding his toy sword. Seonghwa allowed him to wear the costume.

"Come on, Treasure! Let's go find mama!" Wooyoung's dog followed him obediently, seemingly thrilled as well.

When Wooyoung reached the top of the stairs then dashed to Seonghwa's room, his eyes widened.

"Mama! You're beautiful!"

"Am I, Wooyoungie?" Seonghwa looked down at his outfit. A long white coat stretched from his shoulders down to his calves. Settled perfectly around his waist was a black corset. The outfit was assembled to be simple, but it outlined Seonghwa attractively. A fake silver gun was strapped to his thigh over the black jeans.

"Like the movies!" Wooyoung was excited. "Ddoongie, where?!"

Seonghwa laughed. "Down the hall."

Just leaving his room, Wooyoung came face to face with his future second father.

"Ddoongie!" Wooyoung stared at the man in awe. His mixed brown, dirty yellow and black fur coat looked expensive. He was slipping the spyglass into his belt for decor.

"Wooyoung!"

"You're a pirate!" Wooyoung exclaimed. Hongjoong grinned.

"And that makes you?"

"Captain!" Wooyoung gestured to his hat as if it were obvious.

"Right. I'm sorry."

"Let's go! We'll be late," Seonghwa called. He was adjusting his hair before coming straight to a stop.

Hongjoong silently walked over to grasp his hands. His eyes ran over the outfit. He was inclined to comment on it, but no sane words left his mouth.

"What do you think?" Seonghwa gently asked. Hongjoong leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his lips.

"I think..." he smirked. "Your ring won't fit on these gloves."

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "Like your fingerless ones are any better."

"Mama! Dada! Are we going now?!" Wooyoung stood in between them.

Hongjoong was the first to speak, as the two were shocked. "What did you say, Wooyoung?"

"Are we going?"

"No. Before."

"Mama and dada?" Wooyoung innocently asked. A smile appeared on the adults' faces.

"Yeah!" Hongjoong picked him up for a half spin. Wooyoung clung tight but matched the happiness he felt.

"Dada," Wooyoung repeated, smacking his lips as if he were tasting something new.

"Let's go now, huh?" Seonghwa opened his hand. Wooyoung took it but didn't budge yet. He was waiting for Hongjoong.

The three walked out, ready for the wedding and one of the best days of their lives.

Yes, I wrote a oneshot about these outfits.