TWENTY-FOUR HOURS | Min Yoongi x Reader [✔]

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The glass bowl slipped out of your hands, breaking into tiny glass shards as it hit the wooden floor. You stood there, shocked at the three-year-old in front of you. Although half of her hair was missing, an amused grin was plastered on her face while she carefully handed you the scissors she had. Without saying a word, you took the scissors away from her, then reached for the broom and dustpan and began cleaning up the remnants of the bowl.

"You haven't even been here for a day, and you've already broken something?" You turned your head and saw Yoongi entering the kitchen. "Oh my!" He gasped as you continued to sweep up the last shard, clearly unamused by him.

"I thought you were watching her," you glared at him.

"S-she said she needed the bathroom," he stuttered and rubbed the back of his neck. "I assumed she was old enough to go on her own."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, realizing that you could only be disappointed in Tae-seol, "She does know how to go on her own. Tae-seol, sweetheart, I told you not to play with things like that and to behave yourself when you go potty."

"Sowwy, Eomma," she apologized and rubbed her glossy eyes.

Yoongi picked her up and held her, "Well, It could've been worse. We can get it fixed now, and she'll probably end up with shoulder-length hair," he attempted to reassure you.

"You're right," you gave him a fake smile as you headed up the stairs to get ready. "At least she didn't slice her finger off!" you shouted, entering your shared bedroom with him following closely behind.

"Why are you mad at me?" Yoongi asked as he handed her an outfit to change Tae-seol into.

She was still dressed in her loungewear from when she took a nap, and you knew it would be too warm for her to wear out.

"I'm not," you muttered, putting the denim shorts on Tae-seol. "I'm frustrated because we've been trying to grow her hair out for so long, and she just cut it off like nothing."

"Ion want shwort hair!" Tae-seol huffed, folding her arms across her chest after I changed her shirt. "I want long hair!" she cried out, her dark brown eyes beginning to gloss over again.

"Tae-seol," Yoongi cooed, his pale hand stroking the back of her head. "Eomma and Appa can't do much since you cut it off, sweetheart. We have to cut it shorter so your hair looks nice. You don't want ugly hair, right?"

"Wes," she looked at him with big eyes as he smiled at her, hoping that her mood will lighten.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Yoongi booped her nose. "If you're ready, we can go now, y/n," he said, and I nodded in response.

You followed Yoongi to his car and let Jungkook, who was playing video games in the living room, know that you would be gone for a while. Sighing, you watched as Yoongi put Tae-seol into her car seat then started the car.

At this point, you were beyond upset, but there wasn't much you could do. No matter how much you wanted to lecture the toddler, it wouldn't help the problem at all; her hair would still be a mess. And you couldn't put the blame on her either. You and Yoongi were both at fault too. He should've baby-proofed the house, and you should've checked that he did it thoroughly.

You looked at the frown on your child's face, the short strands of her hair barely falling below her shoulder. For the past few months, you proudly showed off your daughter's tail-bone length hair to your friends and co-workers. Now, you'd only have her beautiful face to boast about.

"So," Yoongi broke your train of thought. "Could you really slice your finger off with scissors?"

"I don't know," you smiled sweetly at him, your small hands rubbing his shoulder. "but keep talking about it, and you'll find out."

"Feisty, just how I like it."

"Yoongi-ah, our daughter is in the car!" you said sternly and retracted your hand.

"That's oppa to you, baby," he joked, a small smirk on his face.

"I can't believe I had a kid with you."