His Little Girl || KTH
genre: single dad au
wc: 775
warnings: brief mentions of past fboy tendencies. I think that's all.
a/n: just something I wanted to read so I wrote it don't know if it's good though.><
Taehyung never imagined his life would take such a drastic turn.
One moment, he was the guy who brought home a different girl every weekend. The next, he was standing in a hospital room, staring at a tiny human being who shared his eyes.
A father.
When he first found out — the day she was born — he was a mess. Completely overwhelmed. The word dad felt foreign on his shoulders, too heavy, too permanent. He didn’t know the first thing about raising a child. He could barely keep a houseplant alive.
And Trix, she was gone.
It had felt so unfair back then. So infuriating. She had walked away from the responsibility as if it were nothing, leaving him to rearrange his entire life overnight. They had both created this child. Yet she wanted no part in it.
Their relationship had never been anything serious — just convenience, late nights, blurred lines. He hadn’t known her deeply, but he had believed there was softness beneath her sharp edges. A heart under the “bad girl” exterior.
He had been wrong.
For a long time, anger fueled him. Anger at her freedom. At the way she could continue living exactly as before while he had to grow up in an instant.
But looking at things now, years later, he finds himself feeling something unexpected.
Gratitude.
Because she left Areum with him.
And he can’t imagine a world without her in it.
He’s forgiven Trix — for his own peace, if nothing else — but that doesn’t mean he’d ever allow her back into his daughter’s life. Areum is his world. His responsibility. His greatest blessing.
She changed him.
Softened him.
Saved him, in ways she’ll probably never understand.
Right now, he watches her from the kitchen doorway as she sits on the living room carpet, carefully arranging her toy tea set. Her little body wiggles with excitement as she babbles to her dolls, completely immersed in her imaginary world.
Just looking at her makes his chest ache with love.
“Daddy!”
Her voice snaps him out of his thoughts. She’s staring at him with wide, doe-like eyes that mirror his own.
He melts instantly.
“Yes, my sweet girl?”
“Daddy, the little dollies want you to join us, please,” she says, dragging out the last word with practiced sweetness.
He exhales softly, already defeated. She has him wrapped around her tiny fingers, and he’s not ashamed of it in the slightest.
“Okay, honey. Daddy will join you in a few minutes. I just need to finish cleaning up, alright?”
She nods solemnly. “‘Kay, daddy. We’ll wait.”
How he ended up with such a gentle, patient little soul is beyond him. Of course, she can be dramatic. A little spoiled. A little sassy. But that’s his fault entirely — he’s the one who gives in too easily.
And he doesn’t regret it one bit.
Once he finishes, he joins her on the carpet. The moment he sits down, she scoots closer until her small shoulder presses against his side. The simple gesture makes his heart swell.
She hands him a plastic teacup with utmost seriousness.
“Thank you, little madam,” he teases.
She attempts an exaggerated eye roll — though it looks more like a slow blink — and he chuckles, shaking his head.
When he moves to “drink” the imaginary tea, she gasps and grabs his hand.
“Daddy, you're not s’pose to drink yet!” she giggles. “Dummy daddy doesn’t know how to play tea party.”
He scoffs dramatically. “Ah, forgive me, Your Highness.” He bows his head. “I shall strive to improve.”
She taps her chin thoughtfully, pretending to consider his fate before nodding. “ I forgive you, dad.”
He thinks that’s the end of it — until she suddenly grabs his face with both her hands, squishing his cheeks together until his lips pout.
She bursts into giggles.
“But~,” she sing-songs mischievously, “You have to give me ice cream first.”
He narrows his eyes playfully. “Oh, is that so?”
He presses a kiss to the tip of her nose before replying, “Nice try, princess. No dessert before dinner.”
Her arms cross immediately. A dramatic huff escapes her.
There she is. His little firecracker.
Unable to resist, he scoops her up and settles her on his lap, peppering her face with playful kisses until her laughter fills the room again.
Her giggles echo against the walls, bright and pure.
And in that moment, Taehyung realizes something with absolute certainty:
He’s never felt more complete in his entire life.
Not during the wild nights. Not during the fleeting relationships.
Nothing has ever compared to this.
To being her dad.
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