Not While I'm Around

0.6 - Taehyung

just some cute shit

Taehyung's POV

Chungha awoke with a start, I had been awake for at least 2 hours- I never could really fall asleep. Her tears instantly began to fall; a nightmare. I pull her up into my arms, squeezing her tiny body as close to mine as I can. Her tiny hands rub at her eyes, the tears stinging her sensitive green orbs.

"Daddy, where's mommy?" Her tiny voice speaks up.

Her mother passed away almost a month ago. The loss still fresh in my mind but swept under the carpet in Chungha's mind. Only now is her concern growing.

"She's not here Chungha, she's gone somewhere else from now on," I whisper, her hair tickling the tip of my nose.

"What do you mean Daddy?" she asks, her head tilting back to look me directly in the eyes.

"I will tell you when you are older, no need to worry now, love." I whisper, poking her nose, causing a smile to appear on her features, "Why don't we get ready for school darling?"

She sighs, rising from the bed and dropping down to the floor, making her way silently to her room. The sun peeks through my curtains, beckoning me to prepare for the day ahead of us. I reach my arms out on either side of me, shaking away the drowsiness of the morning. I change into something less comfortable than the large pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt. I walk to the cool tiled bathroom, running the tap and splashing water onto my cheeks, trying to hide the bags under my eyes.

Once I'm finished getting slightly more ready than before, I walk downstairs to our spacious kitchen, the modern style reflecting the light that filters through the clear bay window on the far side of the space. Chungha sits on the bench, her legs tucked under her neatly, the flowery dress she wears sparkles like a gown under the warm daylight. Her hair is put back into to braids.

How does this kid get dressed so quickly? When I was her age I wouldn't have even gotten out of bed.

Chungha looks outside and sees the other neighborhood kids running around, the snow from last night causing the ground to become a damp layer of slush. Her nose scrunches up in disgust at the thought of getting even slightly dirty. Her mother always kept her clean and taught her how to be sanitary from a young age.

"What do you want for breakfast love?" I say, breaking her concentrated stare.

"Pancakes! With strawberries and chocolate!" Her small voice echoes through the large open area of the kitchen.

She gets up and runs to the island, climbing up onto one of the bar stools to watch me work on breakfast. Her eyes glimmer as she watches me, her mouth hung slack as she gets lost in the action of me flipping the batter in the pan.

Soon enough the pancakes are ready, the table is decorated with various pancake toppings. Chungha's favorite being the Nutella spread, her plate already covered in the chocolate paste. Her small chubby hands covered in dabs of Nutella, the area around her lip spotted in the spread.

"Chungha~ that's enough for now," I say scolding her lightly.

She nods her head slowly, a small pout unfolding on her lips. I grab my utensils, munching down on the still doughy pancakes, my body becoming heavy and warm with the delicious taste. Chungha does the same, her hands struggling to balance her pancake between the two chopsticks. Her tiny pink tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. Just as the pancake is about to enter her mouth, she drops it back onto the plate; but with her patient nature, she retries.

As we eat, the house goes quiet, all we can hear is the laughter of the kids outside, and the early calls of the winter birds. I finish before Chungha and sit quietly, watching as her patience grows thin with the ungraceful utensils. Her face is now covered in pancake toppings, strawberries, icing sugar, Nutella, cinnamon, and other things. I giggle escapes my mouth and her head shoots up at me, giving me a strong glare.

"When are you gonna finish? I want to get moving with this day you turtle." I say, crossing my arms over my chest, as she continues to shoot me glares, finally pushing her plate away.

"There, I'm done." She says, her voice layered with sass.

I smile and grab her plate, clearing off the white marble island. After we clean the kitchen and get her school bag organized, we head out the door. Both of us are bundled up, my scarf wrapped tightly around my neck and chin, with a black beanie, she wears her bright pink winter jacket and her light brown boots, she looks almost like Neapolitan ice cream, with her white snow pants tucked into her boots.

The cold winter air greets our cheeks as I open the door, her tiny pink palm wrapped within my large, honey one. The steps to the sidewalk are covered in a thick layer of snow, our feet becoming instantly covered as we jump into the abyss together. Her small giggles can be heard from quite a ways away, the uplifting sound causing a smile to unveil itself upon my features.

As we walk, we get closer to her daycare. A place she dreads, because it means she has to say farewell to me. Her grip tightens, only enough to make me start to feel it. Her steps become slower and her resistance becomes more and more evident.

"Come on sweetheart," I coo, trying to encourage her to take the steps forward needed to enter the building, "It's only for a little while longer."

"No." She states, her hand wrenching away from my grip.

My palm quickly misses the tiny bit of warmth and I'm soon down on my knees, my eyes level with hers. A layer of pink covers her chubby cheeks, the red scarf wrapped around her head squishes them to make them look even bigger. Bright blue orbs are glazed over with welling tears, her lip trembles slightly beneath the scarf.

"I don't want to leave you." She whimpers before hugging me at the waist.

I brush her head with the back of my hand, her cheeks becoming wet with tears.

"Come on baby, I'll be back as soon as possible," I whisper, my hot breath gently hitting her ear.

She nods slightly and I scoop her up and carry her to the door. I hand her over to one of the daycare workers and kiss her forehead one last time before I leave. She waves one hand back at me, and the other is wiping at her eyes. I smile and walk back out into the cold.

I make my way to work, the long black pea coat I wear, keeping me satisfyingly warm. The old park sits to my left, the snow building up around the playground legs. A cold wind blows and I have to tuck my head down so my ears don't freeze.

As the wind eases, I look around, admiring the beautiful winter park flourishing in the warm daylight. A lone boy sits at the swing set, his feet kicking at the snow beneath them. His soft features captivate me, the brown eyes that stare so intensely at the blank ground, and the way his mouth whispers words only he can hear.

Just as I'm about to approach him, he looks up. My face warms up and I have to look away.

Jesus Taehyung! Why can't you just be a normal human being? You need to get over her. You weren't even in love with her! She was just a friend.

I shake my head, thoughts of her returning to my mind. The smile that warmed my heart, even though she was only a friend, she was the only person that actually paid attention to me. I appreciated her and gave her the one thing she always wanted. A child.

My desperate attempt at falling in love didn't exactly blow up in my face, I got Chungha out of it. Her mother, my friend, did pass away in the aftermath of a plane crash, but I was eager enough for love, that a daughter would satisfy that desire.

My ache for sexual love still dwelt, and this cute young boy seemed to make it grow. But as the other older boy approached him, catching his attention and finally pulling him away. My heart sinks, the thought of those two together makes me shudder.

The older boy looks eager to take this other boy home, the tight pants he wears outlining his already hard member perfectly. His eyes have a lustful tone to them, the younger boys are more nervous, maybe even fearful as they meet the others. In a flash they disappear, holding hands and running off to some neighborhood house.

You missed your chance idiot.

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