°•°•We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin•°•°
Six hot blooded teenagers and the bitchy, dom newbie with a rather perky butt.
what can possibly go wrong‚ right?
Well several things‚ if...
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Window seat•°•°
It was afternoon, the heat diving under the rather cooler environment. Taehyung counted for the fourth time as he tried to put the clothes in order. He might sound weird, but the feminine shorts he was wearing felt oddly comfortable.
He wasn't into crossdressing, but actually never cared about masculinity either. In his words, he's to wear what makes him feel himself.
It was also a reason why he is into baggy suites and old day's denim fashion. Just like his taste for movie and song.
But Hyuna was being the stubborn little demon she is, when he had worded out his distaste towards the mother-daughter dress set. She had threatened him—and fulfilled—that she'll be sitting on the floor of that populous shopping complex, infront of the mannequin that showcased the rainbow top and white shorts, until he buys her them.
So there he was, wearing the matching outfits as his daughter, packing for the tour, as the said girl kept playing on her custom made laptop.
The door bell had gone off wasn't even a proper second when Hyuna sprinted off. Taehyung yelled from behind, chasing after the little human being as he knew Hyuna was trying to open the gate before him.
"How many times have I warned you to not, girl"
He scoffed once he came to a view of yoora scooping the giggling girl in her embrace.
"Oh please, don't give her that smile as if she has done something great, disregarding her own father. You are the one eating her head, I'm telling you"
Taehyung spoke closing the expensive wooden door with a thud, not noticing the red woman gaping at him, not until he sprung totally,.
"Woah, Tae, damn, you got thighs"
Huh? Wha-..oh well
Taehyung didn't even dare to look down as he sighed, crying out a 'oh hi, Yoora' as he walked upstairs, leaving Yoora to giggle at the way her handsome boss looked so worked up and flustered by the simple teases.
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Taehyung rolled his eyes when he saw the woman had his daughter and herself all casual, all over the couch as they played Netflix.
Taehyung checked if the glass bowl was in bearable temperature before carrying it towards the duo, plopping on the other side.
Hyuna slipped out of yoora's grasp, now settling herself on Taehyung's now clothed lap, feeding on the puffed corns.
"Unnie, are you coming with us to the sea too?"
Taehyung nervously smiled at her way as Yoora frowned, he probably should have asked her.
Their friendship was based over Hyuna. She became close with Yoora, and while hanging out with her, Yoora gained friendship with her father too.
Taehyung actually had the only friend which is her. So he was expected to tell her each and everything.
