Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

14

"Appa."

A high pitched voice called out. I couldn't look yet since I have a guy powdering my cheeks. Taehyung took a long time to prepare Eunha for the shoot.

When I could finally look, there stood the supermodels of BigHit. Eunha released Tae's hand to waddle toward me. She wears cute brown plaid long sleeved dress, a medium sized ruffled bow around her blouse collar, her stockings are white and black T-strapped scalloped shoes. To top it off her hair is tamed and is matching Taehyung's leather beret. Such TaeTae staple. I have to give kudos to him because he is the most stylish of us all.

"Who's that pretty lady I see?" I cover my eyes initiating a peek-A-boo moment. She smile's widely and copies me, I take that chance to get lower to her level. When she takes her hands off her I slander her with kisses, making her shriek. "She smells amazing, what is she wearing?"

"Burberry."

"Taehyung."

"Her fit is Burberry as well, I had to." He grinned teasingly. He knows very well I don't like him spoiling Eunha with expensive outfits. Every time I look in her drawers there's a combination of clothing with that familiar Louis Vuitton label somewhere or covering the entire thing. Thats our signature designer as a whole when we go to events, so I can't avoid it.

But I don't flaunt it if I can help it, so I cannot have my daughter flaunt it neither.

"Oh my goodness, are we doing a photoshoot or attending a Dior fashion show?"

I hear Jiwon come around the corner, holding bag with what appears to my outfit. "Burberry dressed this fine lady today."

"I'm good aren't I?" Taehyung's deep voice is teasing. Sure yeah whatever he's got good fashion taste. He flaunts.

"Jungkook, let's get you dressed." I followed Jiwon to a dressing room and start to change. I button my dress-shirt up to the penultimate button.

"Coming in," my stylists says along two knocks. She puts my black sparkly blazer down to undo another button so my shirt a bit more open. "Now it works better." She opens the blazed for me slip my arms through.

Jiwon adjusts the waistband, smooths out my collar then steps back. Her chin covered by her hand I chuckled at her focus squints. "Tailored to perfection. Looking sharp, Jungkookie. I just need a few more things."

"The accessories."

"Yessir," she holds up designer pins.

I mounted a conversation with her as she worked on me. It's becoming increasingly easy to talk to Jiwon as time passed. We've come to understand our struggles in our field. We relate on a lot. "I posted our noodle challenge, I put a big bunny sticker to hide your face. Your voice was altered."

"Okay and what happened?"

"People knew it was you." She bites down the thread to break it. "How?"

"In the beginning of the video when I explained the rules, you were in the background on your phone. And I didn't see it."

"Oh my God," I slapped my forehead. No wonder I keep seeing the hashtag #Jikook flourishing social media. Nothing gets passed the fandom. "Okay you're ready." Jiwon's hand remains of my sleeve.

But when I look at it, she pulls away.

I went to grab her hand, finally gathering the courage to do it, but someone knocks. "He's ready." Jiwon says after noticing my move. A staff member came in and I was startled by the loud wailing. "Ugh that sounds like somebody's kid." I scratched my styled hair.

The staff explained to me that Eunha and Yoongi were playing piano, but he got a call from his composers and had to lock himself away to talk. So now my daughter is throwing a huge fit and wants nobody's comfort. All I can hear is screaming. Part of me misses that baby screaming in the middle of the night. But this fit doesn't go away unless I'm harsh. My mother, the staff and some of the members scolded me for scolding her softly.

Claiming I can't make a point scolding my kid with a smile so hard my eyes are closed.

"If you don't wanna yell then that's fine, but you have to show her you're the boss. It's not always her way, be firm on it."

A little tougher. That's all.

Eunha has this terrible habit of throwing herself on the floor and thrashing her legs and arms. It pisses me off a great deal, but today I'm eerily calm.

"Hey, hey, come here."

Eunha stands up to hug my legs but I crouched all the way down. She's hysterical crying. "Why the show, who hurt you this bad?" I used a sarcastic tone which upset her more. She begins pointing to the studio where Yoongi is taking his call. Unaware of the chaos going on here.

My fist wrap around my daughter's left arm, not roughly but firm enough to keep her where I want. "No, we can't go over there, stay here." I say and she screams 'appa' against my chest. "Baek Eunha, listen to me."

"Naaahh! Appa!"

"No? Okay we're not going anywhere. I'm not talking." She cries, yanks back but I keep my grip firm. "Appaa."

"I'm not talking to you unless you stop crying."

She whines loudly. "Okay, as you wish." I start humming, looking anywhere but her at the moment. Eunha bounces around more but then coughs from stress. "Are you ready to listen to me like a big girl?"

"I big girll!!"

"No you're not big girl. You're throwing a temper tantrum and everybody is looking at us."

Her eyes wander the space, watching the staff and members silently standing around. Eunha goes stiff, realizing the stares and grows timid. "Okay, take a deep breath with me." I take a deep breath, then another one to encourage her to remain calm.

"Now, uncle Suga is busy, so he cannot play with you, okay? Remember—"

"Appaa."

"Baek Eunha, listen to me," I tap both my ears, keeping strict eye contact. "You know what listen means. I'm talking to you, remember when one of us is busy you search for a solution. Not this." I gesture to the mess she made to her clothing. The beret is non existent. I point to the corner of the place where a pile of her toys lie.

"You have allll these toys and space to play in until appa is done working. Okay? You're a smart flower, you do not miss behave throwing yourself on the floor like that." I told her this with a stern, understanding tone so that it doesn't scare her nor make her upset. The doctors did tell me that she learns quick but I have to be patient when her patience thins.

I cup her face gently, "Toodles? You understand me?"

Her head nods. I don't like to see her embarrassed or down when I scold her. Especially publicly.

I pretend to be in pain and hiss, hunching over. I groaned, hiding my hand in my blazer.  "Appa?" I could feel Eunha trying to look at me in the eyes.  "I need to give you something, Toodles."

She comes closer. I revealed my fingers to her which are in a heart.

"My heart." I blow it to her, then chuckled. Slowly Eunha's expression lightened to a cute happy look.  "Can I have a hug?"

She nods joyfully and runs into me.

I glared at the staff as they were Jungshook. Easy as pie, people, easy as pie.