ARTFUL Roses ( Suga Ff )

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I opened my arms wide open, as I noticed Aru bursting through her school Gate and running straight into my arms . I lifted her up and kissed her cheeks.

" How was your day kid? " I asked her , the most random question which a father asks after noticing his kid after school .

" It was awesome" She beamed, vibrantly. Stroking her hair lovingly, I placed her inside the car and took the seat from other side.

" Dad. Dad. Dad. " She just screamed my name enthusiastic .

" I am listening" I replied ineffectively fastening my seat belt .

" Today I answered the most toughest question and and and and... " .

" Oh god. breathe Aru" I said hyped , softly pushing her back and tightening her seat belt .

" Today ms. Choi praised me for answering the question " .

I turned and stared at the little beaming kid's smile. Kid's smile are the purest one, as they are not affected by external world.

I patted her head and said

" Good" .

She pouted at my lack of reaction . After patting her for one last time, I Concentrated back on the road, I pushed back the accelerator and drove off..

Maybe, my reaction is not a desired one,but it is not negative either.

As usual the car ride was silent, a comforting one. I looked over Aru who was playing with her own shoe lace, cutely shaking her legs. I felt the loneliness of my daughter though I was beside her.

Suddenly guilt wrapped me, that moment I knew I fucked up as a dad.

" Gosh. Yoongi can't you stop be stone head to your own little kid" . I mentally slapped myself for my rudeness by turning her down instead of appraising her for her intelligence.

"Aru. Wanna grab an ice cream with dad" I asked her, still eyes focused on road.

" YAH dad" She jumped with joy. Though I didn't see her, I could just portray her overjoyed spirit.

Parking my car at the parking lot. I stepped out of my seat, and helped Aru to hoop out. My hands engulfing her soft chubby hands, I walked her inside the parlor.

Grabbing the desired flavor ice cream for her, we took a seat at the far end corner of cafe. Soon she started licking the strawberry flavored cone. In no time, her mouth and hands just getting coated with sticky cream , few drops dripping on her uniform. I chuckled at her adorable inattentiveness.

My daughter is just an manifestation of inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. I never dreamt such a cute little human would turn the once cold blooded killer, into a warm father.

Picking up the tissue, I leaned forward and wiped her mouth and hands. These fatherly gesture never fails to bring butterflies in me. She smiled sheepishly.

" How does it taste! " .

" Awesome" She said and continued eating her cone. I just wanted to sit here and observe her surprised, twitched brows, happy, angry expression all flowing out only due to one Ice cream.