Taehyung's POV
"Tae!" My dear runs into my arms from school.
"Dear," I lift her, "How was school?"
"It was good," she says as I walk back to the car, "We have a singing competition day after tomorrow."
"Hmm? Are you participating?" I ask while I strap her onto the car seat.
"Yes!" She replies in excitement, "But I don't know what to sing."
"I'm sure we can figure it out," I reply.
"I'm hungry, Tae," she rubs her belly.
I smile and get inside the car, "How about we stop to get pizza? Or maybe something else? What do you want?"
"I want a hamburger," she replies.
"Aright," I start the engine, "Hamburger coming up!"
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"I can't sing well," Yuna cries, "I want to win."
"You can sing well, my dear," I try to console her.
"No, I can't," she cries, "My friend told me I can't sing after listening to my recording."
"It's okay. She doesn't know what real talent is," I rub her back and kiss her red cheek.
"I want to be a singer," she hugs me.
"You will be a singer, my dear," I smile and rub her back, "If you want to be a singer, you will become one."
"Will I really?" She pulls away from the hug rubbing her eyes.
"You will," I smile, "Now, who wants ice cream?"
"Me!" She giggles.
"Let's go," I lift her and walk to the freezer, "What flavour?"
"Strawberry!" She claps her hands.
"Okay," I place her on the kitchen counter and get bowls.
"Can we eat from the ice cream tub?" She asks with a puppy face.
"No," I reply.
"Why?" She whines.
"Because then we wouldn't know how much we ate. Ice cream cannot be eaten more than a limit," I explain.
"What is the limit?" She asks swinging her legs and thudding them against the counter wall.
"Three scoops per person," I reply.
"That's too less!" She replies and I chuckle.
"Let's eat," I give her a bowl of ice cream.
"Mmmm," she nods.
"Tasty?" I ask.
"Yes," she replies.
"Do you want to watch TV?" I ask.
"No, I have homework," she denies.
"Do you need help?" I lean on the counter.
"No, history is easy," she says while licking her spoon.
"You like history?" I ask.
"Yes! It's so much fun," she giggles.
"That's good," I smile.
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I was at the school recording Yuna sing. I was swaying to her singing.
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