"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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"I said Mr Sugar!" The girl responded, proudly. The children watched her in awe as she squared her shoulders at the pink headed man. Yoongi was disgusted by the little girl and offended by the name, but for the sake of the owner next to him, he kept his cool. "Why though?" He asked her.
The girl, who mustn't have been more than four, quickly got up from her crossed leg pose on the floor. "Because," She stated in her little high pitched voice, "Your hair looks like cotton candy! But Mr Cotton Candy is too long for a name!" The other children around her hummed in agreement, watching her every move. Yoongi was still confused. They could see he obviously wasn't going to be a nice teacher like Mrs Moore, so why the name of something sweet? Why not call him Mr Salty or something?
"I still don't understand." Yoongi confessed to the girl, who sighed in response. He could already tell this kid was going to be the bitchy smart kid. He could probably manage the annoying rambunctious children, or the quiet ones, but the boisterous bossy ones that scrutinized his every action? They were going to be a pain.
Never mind, I could just send her to timeout for the whole day. Problem dusted.
"Mommy says that cotton candy has too much sugar in it, and that's why it's bad to eat. So instead of Mr Cotton Candy, I'll call you Mr Sugar." The girl explained, and the children around her 'woahed' and 'oohed' at her words.
Then something catastrophic happened. One child began a possessed chant that carried all throughout the group of children. "Mr Sugar! Mr Sugar! Mr Sugar!" The children cheered, giggling amongst themselves.
Yoongi was nothing short of wanting to kick the little gremlins up into the atmosphere where no one would ever have to see them again. Along with that, he thought that maybe he should just turn around and go back to Chicago. He was sure being shot by his father was a fate nicer than this.
Then again, that would be stupid. He had already moved to Chicago and got this job. He couldn't turn back now. He would just have to deal with the annoying kid.
After waiting for the children to quiet down, as they were told to do by Mrs Moore, Yoongi turned to the girl with a sneer. "And what's your name?" The girl tossed her hair behind her ear. "My name is Rhonda. R-H-O-N-D-A." She spelt out, using her fingers as she said each letter.
"You have an old grandma name." Yoongi snickered immaturely, causing the girl to turn her nose up at him, her hands on her hips as if she was a middle aged woman. "And you're name rhymes with Yucky!"
The children all laughed as Yoongi turned red in the face. It wasn't a perfectly matched rhyme but they did sound similar enough for it to be a worthy roasting and enough to make Yoongi embarrassed.
Rhonda was now his nemesis child. He didn't care that he was biased; this girl was going to be the kid he sent to the corner for just... existing.
Immaturely, he poked his tongue out at the girl, who leered arrogantly at him in response as she returned to her seat on the floor. Mrs Moore turned to Yoongi with a slightly confused look but brushed it off as she looked past Yoongi to Jungkook, who was mentally cowering in the corner. "And you are?"
