Our Little VIP

Seven

Taeyang

"Hey Zozi. How was school?" I asked when she walked into the room.

She shrugged.

"What's with the sad face?" Daesung asked.

"Nothing" she shook her head.

"Cmon, tell us what's wrong" I said.

"I know what I want for my birthday."

"What?"

"Can I get a training bra?"

Daesung choked on his drink. Isn't she a little too young for that? "All the other girls have one."

"How would you know?"

"They kept talking about what color bras they were wearing at lunch."

"I think you'll have to ask your eomma Jiyong."

"Please! Pretty please!" She begged as she folded her hands together and poked out her bottom lip.

"Zozi, you have to ask Jiyong." I said, ignoring Daesung who was still coughing right beside me.

"That's not fair!" She folded her arms and frowned. "All the other girls have one! So why can't I?"

"Zozi, you have to ask Jiyong. He's the one that handles these kinds of things."

"Why can't you just say yes?! You always tell me to ask him about things!" She exclaimed. "Aargh! You're ruining my life!" She ran off.

I think she just jumped from seven to seventeen.