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➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 002

"Mum,could you not?"
Amala's cheeks deflate like a popped balloon with each new touch of her mother hands to her clothes,face,hair.

She gotta start leaving her alone!
Preferably,her hair.

"Baby,why don't you let me do your hair anymore?
Cause whoever be doing it nowadays ain't fixing shit."

"Mother!"
Well ouch,her mother's critics to her mini twists smoothly bounced off her nerve endings,and by the narrowing of her mother eyes it seems Mrs.Kim does not approve of the attitude.

"Is that an insult?"
Amala sniffs, nevertheless.

"Is that an attitude,now I know you ain't -"

"Darling,my sweetheart!"
The both of them turn at Amala's father heading straight for them,
Mr.Kim's smile pushing his eyes into moon crescents,forming crow claws around his aging eyes that grows ever the more prominent.

"Hi dad."

She does not have the time to gulp in a breath of air before she's engulfed between two beefy arms that tighten around her in a bear hug,an abrupt rush of air rushing out of her as she sags into her Mr.Kim's hold.

"Da- dad,I can-can't breath!"
Her voice comes out in a raggedy whisper,her father letting her go with a chuckle.

When he sets her smaller frame down in front of him,he ruffles her hair around even more haphazardly, scrutinizing her from head to toe to check for any changes since the last time he has seen his step daughter in the last three months.

"Her hair looks fine to me love,even better now that I added a little touch to it,hmm?"
He turns to Mrs.Kim who rolls her eyes at his antics, before narrowing her gaze at Amala once again.

"You're not leaving until I get you between my knees and a comb though that fro of yours,ya hear?
Now where is my baby!"
She huff's begrudgingly as she pats Amala's shoulder and pushes her to her father's side,eyes in search of her youngest.

It's amusing how Amala, being her biological child was less doted on than Namjoon that they both only met when he'd been seven,and that Mr.Kim favoured doting on his older stepdaughter more than he did his own biological son.

Amusing, really.

This that Amala's smaller frame is substituted to be the perfect stand for the heavily muscled arm that rests on it as he leads them both out of the back door.

There,Mr.Kim's greenhouse,even more doted on than Amala herself, kept in perfect condition awaits them.

"Is it possible for these plants to look even greener than the last time I saw them?"
She huffs amazed,the indie coloured green that misted the vegetable garden mixed with an small flowery cube sat aside for her mother,shining quite a tad too bright, even for her very own demonic eyes.

"Maybe,or maybe a little magic does just the trick.
Don't ya think?"
Mr.Kim chuckles.

"I thought we were forbid to use anything not mortal in this house,hmm?"
She turns her gaze to him, successfully removing the heavy weight of his arm from her tired and strung out shoulder.

"Not when it's used for your mother's vegetables,no.
You know how crazy tempered that woman gets when she doesn't have the finest ingredients to her spur of the moment meals."
There's a tired sigh that resounds through his words,and Amala finds herself giggling to her father's complaints.

"Spur of the moment they definitely are-"
They share a quiet laugh as Amala smooths her hands over the soft petals of her mother's side of the greenhouse,a colourful kaleidescope of brightness that brings a little spark to the otherwise dull and greenery of her father.