"Great. You are now my favorite child." Yoongi told the young girl, who beamed with his praise. He turned blankly to the rest of the children. "To everybody else - get back to work."
When a prideful Min Yoongi and his fearful cousin, Jungkook, are...
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"Hey, Yoongs, what did Jimin give us the hair dye and bleach for?" Jungkook asked Yoongi as he saw him enter the lounge room. The blonde was sitting on the couch – the broken TV long forgotten as he lolled back into the torn seat with the hair dye Jimin had given them in one hand and a newspaper he had found in the other.
Yoongi heaved a sigh, trudging over to Jungkook and sitting on the couch. "To dye our hair, what else?" He responded coarsely, leaning back into the couch only to have to pull out a pencil that was jammed into the fabric behind him.
Jungkook's eyes lit up and he immediately pulled one box of hair dye to himself, dropping the other on the floor in the process. "I call dibs on the brown one!" He announced heartily. Yoongi, who was quite tired with the whole situation and not in the mood for a childish fight over hair dye, let him win. He picked up the fallen box of hair dye, pulling it up to his face to inspect it. Reading the name of the color on the package was probably a bad idea. "Pink?" He groaned, slopping back into the chair miserably, "Why did he have to choose pink?"
Jungkook gave him a confused frown. "What's wrong with pink?"
Yoongi's face contorted into a grimace as he looked towards his cousin. "What's wrong with pink, he says?" He mimicked, throwing the box back onto the floor. "Pink's a fucking girl color! That's what's wrong with it!" He crossed his arms as he fell back into the couch, shoving them underneath each other, muttering about.
It was then that he noticed the newspaper in his cousin's arm. Lazily, he reached over to snatch it from the boy, earning him a protest in response. Yoongi shot him a sour look before yanking the pages open. It was there that his eye caught the small, incy, tiny words stamped in blank ink.
Workers wanted
Small day-care in need of a new supervisor and assistant teacher.
Work from Monday – Friday (7am – 5pm)
Pay: $13 per hour
Yoongi nudged Jungkook roughly on the shoulder, causing him to wince as the raven pointed eagerly at the job advertisement on the page. Jungkook leaned over his shoulder to look. "A Day care centre? But you hate kids." Jungkook questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.
Yoongi smiled broadly, and as he never smiled, the smile made him look like some evil villain with a plan. "That's exactly it, Jungkook. Where do you think dad would never think I'd work?" He closed the pages on the newspaper, rolling it back into its original shape.
"As a cleaner for public toilets?" Jungkook piped up, causing Yoongi's smirk to suddenly drop into a frown. "No, Jungkook, try again." He said.
"At MacDonalds?"
"No, Jungkook, we were literally just talking about it."
"Well, then," Jungkook shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about." He scratched the back of his head. "I have a short attention span."
