اونی که اینو کشیده ب نیت یونگی کشیده حالا شما هرکیو میخوا
اونی که اینو کشیده ب نیت یونگی کشیده حالا شما هرکیو میخواید تصور کنید
وان شات انگلیسی
“um… daddy…?”
“yes, sweetheart?”
“could you…?”
yoongi only chuckles lightly when he sees the hint of what his daughter wants when she shifts her weight from left to right. he folds the newspaper and leaves it on the table, getting up and following her back to where she came out from. he snickers when they situate in front of the bathroom mirror. she’s growing but she can’t exactly see the other half of her face even on her tippy toes.
he reaches for a comb and slips a few bobby pins, using his lips as a holder as he gathers her hair nicely. she’s smiling widely as she looks at the mirror and god, dear fucking god, she looks just like you. more and more each day, reminding him again and again of what love makes. he’s done in less then five minutes; her hair tied neatly with pins to keep her baby hair off her face.
the bus is here and she has about two minutes to spare. yoongi helps her put on her bag just as they reach the main door. the daily routine goes on and yoongi gets on his knees. she kisses him on the cheek, he kisses her on her forehead. he hugs her tight, she smiles bright.
“i love you, daddy.“ she says softly, clutching onto her bag pack straps.
"i love you too." he promises, holding onto both of her hands that seem so small in his.
they keep quiet for a moment. a couple of seconds tick by until yoongi heaves a deep sigh. it’s her first day of school, baby. do you see our little girl? so beautiful and ready to learn. yoongi squeezes her hand gently, gazing to her round eyes, "remember that-”
“mommy loves me too… even when she’s not here anymore.”
“that’s my girl,” yoongi smiles faintly, reaching over to stroke her cheek, “always remember that sweetheart, okay?”
“as long as you remember that too, daddy.”
عرررررررررررر گریهههههههه نوموخوااااااااااااام
وان شات انگلیسی
“um… daddy…?”
“yes, sweetheart?”
“could you…?”
yoongi only chuckles lightly when he sees the hint of what his daughter wants when she shifts her weight from left to right. he folds the newspaper and leaves it on the table, getting up and following her back to where she came out from. he snickers when they situate in front of the bathroom mirror. she’s growing but she can’t exactly see the other half of her face even on her tippy toes.
he reaches for a comb and slips a few bobby pins, using his lips as a holder as he gathers her hair nicely. she’s smiling widely as she looks at the mirror and god, dear fucking god, she looks just like you. more and more each day, reminding him again and again of what love makes. he’s done in less then five minutes; her hair tied neatly with pins to keep her baby hair off her face.
the bus is here and she has about two minutes to spare. yoongi helps her put on her bag just as they reach the main door. the daily routine goes on and yoongi gets on his knees. she kisses him on the cheek, he kisses her on her forehead. he hugs her tight, she smiles bright.
“i love you, daddy.“ she says softly, clutching onto her bag pack straps.
"i love you too." he promises, holding onto both of her hands that seem so small in his.
they keep quiet for a moment. a couple of seconds tick by until yoongi heaves a deep sigh. it’s her first day of school, baby. do you see our little girl? so beautiful and ready to learn. yoongi squeezes her hand gently, gazing to her round eyes, "remember that-”
“mommy loves me too… even when she’s not here anymore.”
“that’s my girl,” yoongi smiles faintly, reaching over to stroke her cheek, “always remember that sweetheart, okay?”
“as long as you remember that too, daddy.”
عرررررررررررر گریهههههههه نوموخوااااااااااااام
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