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(All in black, glove in one hand, knife as a favourite toy, 'try me' straight face, Two chains out of three since one is with Ava... All I see is shadow💀🤏🏻)
AUTHOR'S POV
Ava was sitting on couch, frowning at the people standing infront of her. Judging the way their heads were bowed down as they talked to her dada.
The doll in her hand was longer forgotten, now her attention was on the paper in taehyung's hands which seems to offend her alot since it took his whole attention from her just in meanwhile.
It was their play time, the humans infront of her who looked like they were having their first hearing for murder were bothering her alot.
She made a sounds, clapped her hands, cooed which always grab her father's attention but this time it didn't seems to work as taehyung was still reading documents with his dead serious expressions.
Troubled expressions form on face along with huge pout as she crawled near him before leaning her body carelessly against his arm, not even having throught that the couch on the other side was dead end that met with floor.
Survival Instinct? Depends on how better reflex her Tata has.
And as always taehyung wrapped his arm around her little body before she could do any stunt, engulfing her completely. Man knew better by now.
Sitting with her was all about him getting tested at each step about how better he can protect her.
That seems to have work but it only brought pout on Ava's lips and annoyed squeak because not even once taehyung looked up from the document until he raised his head to talk with the woman standing infront of him along with two men.
She looked at the woman, highly offended for getting his attention before sulking again. She was done making sounds that seems to not effect her tata. It was time of action as she leans her upper down on his thigh since he was holding her securely on his left side.
Her tiny hands squirm with a mission to reach the paper he was holding in his right hand. She wiggles before reaching to hold the paper. She made a sound when the corner of the paper touched her tiny fist as she tugged on it with great force grabbing his attention as he stopped mid conversation.
He looked down at her, expressions still controlled and calculated that were always guarded infront of his employees. "Don't." he muttered tugging the paper back.
With that one word he turned his attention back to employees infront of him. Where Ava froze, stared at him heart broken, her lips wobble as she leans on his thigh and stared at him with wide eyes but didn't try to put efforts to do anything otherwise.
