"Where is she? Where did that little demon run off to?!" Bambam's aggravated voice rang down the hallway as he stormed towards the dressing room with empty plates that had smudges of icing.
Louis didn't take the threatening tone lightly as his face darkened, similar to his father. Despite his constant chiding towards Ella, he was too overprotective to let anything harmful touch her.
"What did she do this time?" Jennie spoke up, chuckling when she saw it was more than just one plate. Two plates were stacked on top of each other, balanced on both hands.
"That, that glutton! She ate all of the small slices of cake reserved for me. Look at this!" Bambam huffed, "Not even a speck of cake is left!" He tried to shove the plate into Jennie's face but was met by an army of angry women that fussed about dirtying her hands or dress.
"Hey, riceball, get over here!" Bambam scowled when he spotted a pair of twin pigtails dangling from behind Louis 's shoulders. They moved as rabbit ears would before they lead the victim on a long, mysterious chase.
"I see you, don't try to hide. How can you be so mischievous? Who did you inherit that trait from?!" Bambam groaned when he saw her jump from behind Louis 's back. Before anyone could grab her, she was already running off with her little legs.
"Ahah, so you're stupid too! That's right, run straight into the lion's den!" Bambam let out a burst of villainous laughter as he placed the plates onto the floor and spread his arms wide. And just as he predicted, the little fool ran straight into his arms.
"Uncle, uncle, don't be mad at me." Ella squealed when she was lifted high into the air until her little legs were dangling. She kicked them back and forth before reaching her arms out in an attempt to hug Bambam.
No one protested his act of holding her up in the air as one would do to a plush doll. Everyone knew this idiot was too wrapped around her little pinky to even fathom hurting her. The most he could do was give her a small nagging before abiding by her wishes. Less than a minute had passed before she found herself securely wrapped in his arms, "Uncle, uncle, I was merely tasting the cake for you."
"Tasting it? Don't you mean gobbling it up like a sugar-high rabbit?"
"No, no! You have it all wrong!" Ella laughed, wrapping her arms around her doting uncle's neck. "I was just tasting the food to make sure it's not poisoned. For you, I volunteered my life. Shouldn't you be touched and happy at my actions?"
"Oh. You have a point there." Like a baffled buffoon, Bambam slowly nodded his head. The rest of the people wished to facepalm at how easily he trusted the child's stupid reasoning, but someone had to hand it to her, she was quite witty to make up an excuse on the spot.
"Is the wedding going to start or are you going to wait until I'm rotting at my funeral?" Woobin grumbled as he entered the room, dressed in a clean-cut suit.
"Great-grandfather!" Ella squirmed in Bambam's arms, wanting to be freed and jump right into the arms of her great-grandfather, but someone had beat her to it.
Louis had whirled through the people, his stealthy body easily navigated the crowded room. He stopped an arm's distance away from Woobin as if expecting something.
Woobin let out a hearty chuckle at his great-grandson. It was so amusing to hear his lethal tongue tearing apart the hearts of adults only for his actions to be completely different. "There, there." He patted the young boy on top of the head, ruffling his slightly wavy hair.
"Why do I feel like you enjoy doing this because I own a lot of shares?"
"Shares? What shares?" Louis innocently asked, as if he didn't understand what Woobin meant.
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Romance"Stay with me and I will give you everything your heart desires. For you, my darling, I would part the mountains, split the sea, and cause havoc on Earth just to have you." In every love story, there's always a vengeful and venomous fiancée who was...
