𝗞im Taehyung had chosen his happiness all throughout his life. He was a self-made man, a dashing CEO of his own company as well as a doting father to his daughter, Ara.
He is a firm believer in the philosophy of life where it's okay to make sacrif...
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"Come along, dearie." Yoongi holds the little girl's hand in one hand and her bag in the other as they walk to the navy-blue sedan parked in the driveway.
When he opens the door, she seats herself gingerly and straps her seatbelt on.
Yoongi smiles and pats her head before closing the door, and heading to the driver's side.
Ara's school was only a twenty-minute drive from her house but Taehyung had avoided sending Ara by bus and always left it to Yoongi, to get his daughter to school on time.
Why, you may ask? Because being the daughter of the CEO of one of Seoul's most popular children's clothing brands came with its own set of pros and cons – especially issues with privacy and the paparazzi. But Yoongi has never minded and rather preferred dropping the precious angel before going to his own office.
It was almost like he didn't want to start his day without the sweet routine they'd fallen into.
He still remembers the exact moment four years ago when one evening, he and Taehyung were in the middle of dinner and the younger asked him to drop Ara to school and his eyes had nearly bulged out of his head.
"Hyung, if you don't mind, tomorrow I have an emergency at the office and since Jiminie can't make it either, could you drop Ara to her school?"
"Uh..." Yoongi was unsure of himself, all of a sudden – not because he couldn't do it, but because it was Ara they were talking about. The little girl had only started to familiarise herself with other faces apart from her father.
She had always stood at a distance from him and Yoongi was terrified that if anything went wrong, a bad impression would be permanent on her small mind and he'd never recover from that.
"You sure Ara will be okay with that, Tae?" he quietly asks, subtly glancing at the little girl picking at the broccoli on her plate.
Taehyung only looked at him and smiled while whispering back, "I already know you take care of her silently, hyung. I just think it's time she sees that too."
So, Yoongi had made up his mind, but his self-confidence wavered when Ara suddenly started sniffling.
"Oh, what's wrong, darling?" Taehyung turned his attention to his daughter.
"D-dad, I d-don't want to go to s-school tom-morrow."
"What?" Taehyung frowned. "Why?"
"I don't want to g-go with uncle." Her words had hit home and it hurt even more as Yoongi could tell that she was trying to hold her tears back.
Taehyung, however, had remained calm, picking Ara up and seating her on his lap. "Sweetheart," he began slowly, "why don't you want to go with uncle Yoonie?"
