Word count: 399w

Prompt: parents!kaisoo prompt for you - one of the kids did very badly for her exams and kyungsoo flips out while jongin sits her down and talks to her.

'You got a WHAT?' Kyungsoo shrieks, Jinri's report card grasped in his hand. There's a red mark in place of the A Kyungsoo had expected her to get in Math, and he is absolutely seething. 'This is math! It's just numbers, there's really only one right answer and a clear cut way to get it, I - your father works in finance, Jinri, you should have all of this down!'

'I'm sorry!' wails Jinri, adolescent body shaking as she tries to hold back tears. It's just then that the door swings open and admits a haggard-looking Jongin, tie loosened and sleeves messily rolled up, only to be greeted by a scene that just promises him a headache.

He looks from Kyungsoo to Jinri and back again, and then he sighs.

'Jongin! Just look at what your daughter brought home to me today! She expects me to sign it, just look!'
'It's not my fault, Daddy! I tried!'
'You didn't try hard enough!'
'How would you know, you aren't me!'

'Enough.' Jongin drags his palm down his face in an effort to wipe his tiredness away. 'Jinri, come and sit with me and Papa. We'll go through this together, alright?' Jongin's voice is gentle but authoritative, and Jinri hands over her report card without a word when he asks for it.

'What's with this red mark?' Jongin asks, finger landing on Jinri's fail grade in Math. 'What does it mean?'

'That I failed.'
'And?'
'That I need to study harder?'
'Why?'
'Because,' - and at this, she clears to lower her voice, almost on par with her father's pitch -

'The future is the house we're going to live in, your present day are the bricks.'

'Good girl. Now will you promise me you'll work harder?' Jongin asks, voice less authoritative and more gentle, and Jinri is at ease enough to nod and skip away. Jongin turns to Kyungsoo.

'You're too soft on them,' Kyungsoo grumbles, arms folded and he refuses to look at Jongin. Jongin chuckles and runs his finger along Kyungsoo's jaw, stopping when his hand curls around the latter's chin. 'I'd never have let her off just like that. I would have -'

His words are cut off by a mouth covering his, another pair of lungs stealing all the oxygen away from him. Jongin pulls away just enough so that he can wrap his arms around Kyungsoo's waist, lips up against the elder's ear -

'I think I'm too soft on you.'