BTS DDLG One-Shots

Taehyung

The rain outside had little Aya sighing, leaning her head against the couch cushion beside her and curling her toes back and forth in boredom. Taehyung, her lover and caregiver, was on the phone with Uncle Kookie at the end of the couch and all his attention was snagged away. Thinking of that only made Aya sigh again.

"Alright, man. Keep working. I'll help you next time I see you, okay? Trust yourself dude, you're an amazing artist. Okay, Kook, I'll talk to you later."

As Daddy finally put down his phone, the little girl in the floor perked up the slightest bit. Especially when his eyes immediately moved to her.

"You're awfully quiet," he observed, humming to himself in thought. Adjusting his sitting position, he patted his lap and beckoned you over. "I hope my little girl isn't grumpy, you know we can't have that!"

Aya smiled a little and stumbled to her feet, waddling over to her caregiver and curling up warmly in his lap. "No gwumpy, Daddy. Bored!"

"Oh no, no!" Taehyung gasped, holding the girl tighter. "That's unacceptable! I must entertain my baby at once!"

Aya started to giggle but before she knew it he had lifted her up and tossed her unceremoniously over his shoulder. Spinning her around a few times, she laughed uncontrollably as he carried her down the hall of their apartment and to her playroom.

"What'll be, honey?" He asked as they entered the room and took a seat on the floor. "Coloring books? Dress up? Doctor? Or maybe you're up for a good old fashioned tea party!"

Aya's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh Daddy, Daddy! I know!"

He kissed her nose, "Lay it on me! Quick!"

"We pways Pwince and Pwincess!" She squealed excitedly, bouncing and clapping her hands happily.

Taehyung pretended to contemplate this before he leaned closer to the little girl, a fake pout on his lips, "Sounds fun, sweetheart, but Daddy has one condition?"

His precious little girl nodded, rapt, as he replied, "Daddy doesn't want to be a prince– he wants to be a king!"

This time it was Aya's turn to pout and she crossed her tiny arms over her chest, "But, Daddy! How can we's get married and stuffs if yous a king and I'm a pwincess!"

Taehyung booped the fussy baby's nose, "How else would you grow up to be a queen, baby? Daddy's princess when you're little, and my queen when you're big. See? Daddy has to be king!"

Aya being little and being naive still didn't quite grasp why her Daddy insisted in kingship, but she nodded nonetheless at his explanation. "Otay, Daddy!"

Getting to his feet and hoisting his baby up with him, Taehyung inquired, "What now, Princess Aya? What shall we do?"

"It's a ball, Daddy! We's has to dance!" Aya giggled, bouncing again on the balls of her feet.

Taehyung's mind overflowed with love and adoration for the beaming creature beneath him. Pulling her forward, he helped her stand on his feet and took her hands in the proper royal ball dancing position.

"Alright, then. May I have this dance, my beautiful princess?"

The rest of their game entailed Aya's sweet, tinkling giggles filling the air and Taehyung whirled them around the room. Occasionally he would lift her and spin her around, her smile so wide her cheeks were red. The happiness on her face warmed his heart to no end and when she finally tuckered herself out and reaching up for him with grabby fingers, his soul melted into his heart.

"Come on then," he cooed, lifting her onto his hip and procuring her nearby paci to pop into her mouth. "How about we get into your pj's, huh? How does that sound?"

She nodded her sleepy head, burrowing into the crook of his neck and whining gently as he shuffled down the hall and to her bedroom. Upon their arrival, Taehyung sat the little down on her bed as she rubbed her tired eyes.

Grabbing her favorite PowerPuff Girl nightgown, knowing it would bunch up at her hips while she slept and keep her cool, he moved back to her and guided her arms up to remove her dress from the day. Suddenly in only her underwear and bra, the little girl shivered as Tae finished undressing her.

"C-cowd, Daddy," she pouted. "W-wan uppies."

Taehyung hurried to dress her again, finishing quickly and lifting her up into his arms as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Patting her bottom gently, he bounced her and moved down the hall to his bed room, grabbing her teddy bear on the way out.

"You're right, Princess Aya, it is awfully cold tonight. Daddy can't have his little girl sleeping by herself, cold and alone, now can he? What do you say, little princess? Do you wanna sleep with Daddy?"

Taehyung already knew her answer but still relished the happiness on her face when she pulled her sleepy head back from his shoulder and smiled brightly, "W-wes, Daddy! Pwincess go nini wif Daddy!"

"Good girl," he cooed, guiding her head back down to his shoulder. "Daddy's sleepy angel."

Once Taehyung had laid Aya down in his bed she waited eagerly for her caregiver to return. As soon as he was dressed he climbed in beside her, opening his arms and smiling to himself as her head tucked itself neatly into the breadth of his chest and her little breaths could be heard beneath him.

"D-Daddy?"

"Yes, angel?"

"Chus wove Pwincess Aya a whole bunch?"

"Of course, silly girl. I love my Princess Aya more than anyone else in the world."

A sleepy giggle graced the air, "O-Otay, Daddy. Pwincess Aya wove King Daddy, too. M-more dan all the o-other kings in da world."

Taehyung, heart warmed beyond belief, placed a gentle kiss to his Aya's forehead and closed his eyes, "My sweet little girl. Hush now, princess. Rest those sleepy eyes."

Her little arms tightened around him, "Nini, Daddy.."

"Goodnight, princess."