“Kibum, it’s almost seven thirty. When are you coming down?” he heard Jonghyun call from the foyer.

“Five minutes,” he responded. He gave his hair one last once over and began smoothing out his daughter’s hair out to put up in a ribbon.

“Go get your hair clip,” he said, motioning across the hall and she was off to her room to retrieve it. He placed it in her hair near the tie and smiled, smoothing out her red holiday dress.