Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

33

"Enough of Courage The Cowardly Dog—hold on a second, who gave you permission to watch this?" This show is the reason she has nightmares about witches and monsters.

Especially this blue monster episode that is creepy as shit.

Eunha got upset when I took Jimin's ipad from her hands. Mochi must have left it within reach, that I can bet my bank account on. I pack it in my suitcase then set it up. "Heeeyyy." Eunha whined in her spot of the couch. "No, you're not watching any more episodes." I told her.

The guys were now starting to come in with their luggage but stopped when the little girl stomped her foot. "I watched that!" She yelled and stomped her foot again. To this I slowly turned to her, raising my eyebrow high. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah."

I turned to Taehyung and RM to confirm that I'm not hearing things. "Can I have that?" I asked for the towel Tae is holding, "are you going to hit her?"

"No," I take the towel and slowly twist and twist it until firm enough, I wrap it into a ball then hold it in my fist. "Who are you talking to, I'm just curious?"

Eunha's eyes focus on the ball before they moved up to meet my serious gaze. "I-I don't...know."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah!"

I take two long strides toward her with the intention to show authority, but she booked it behind the sofa and down the hall. I skim the towel and it hit her square on the middle of her back, throwing her to the ground. If she wasn't so dramatic like Jin it would only hit her. She screamed as I got closer, picking her up by the legs. Now upside down, she profusely shrieked at me in anger.

"Looks like theres no milk for Baek Eunha."

"Whyy?"

"Cause she's being a bad noodle. So no chocolate milk." Her heartbreak over the milk is a straight line to my funny bone. Though I didn't laugh. "I want chocolate milk, appa!! Pleasee."

"I said no, now go to your corner." I put her down, blocking with my leg her attempts to run pass me toward Taehyung and RM silently watching. I would move her with my body down the hall with my foot until I ushered her into the bedroom. "Appa!"

"Appa who?"

"Stoppp!!" She yelled rather aggressively. It just stopped tickling me. "What did I tell you about yelling, Baek Eunha. In fact what did I tell you to do when you're angry?" My voice is stern showing that I am upset rather than amused by her show. I crouched, firmly holding her forearm to stop her from throwing herself around. "You know what to do, I'm going to count to three."

There was silence. Her huge eyes staring into mine, slightly embarrassed but still heated. "Baek Eunha, one." I started. "Baek Eunha, two...you ready for three?"

"Corner," she says slightly raising her voice so I can hear her and not her mumbles. "Get to it. Go, until I say its fine to come back." She huffed, but marched to the chair waiting for her at the corner of her bedroom. I leave the door open, "I'll be watching you." I walked back to the guys who had resumed to pack their suitcases.

"Terrible two's."

"More like terrible three's. That kid is getting on my nerves." I shake my head, now feeling the tension of the moment. When I'm not challenging my fellow members, my daughter is the one doing it. I've sort of toned it down because now I'm starting to feel the karma of my actions.

"Eunha, lets go." I call, while mixing chocolate powder with the milk. The tall sippy cup sat in my hand as I waited for my toddler to come out. When she did, her head hung low and her bottom lip pouted. "Anything to declare?" I asked. She looked up with her red puffy doe eyes. "I'm sorry, appa."

"Okay, I'm sorry too. Here you go, don't drink it all. Leave some for after the salon."

She nods, and we were off to a children's hair salon I was recommended to go to. Eunha's hair is so long and feathered it makes her look she belongs in the 80s. The lady at the front desk looked like she wanted to faint as soon as we waltzed in. "annyeong-haseyo. Do you have an appointment?"

"For Baek Eunha."

The lady marks a paper with supposedly the name I gave then smiled politely. "First haircut?"

I nod. "Fantastic, this way please."

Eunha held my hand as we followed the woman. This is a children's salon? Looks like a whole McDonalds themed playground. The seats are so small and adorable my heart can't take it. A man made his way around a seat with a gentle approach. "We got a first haircut. He'll take great care of her." The lady leaves after a slight bow.

The man spoke to me first about any fears Eunha might have but honestly we're about to find out. Luckily the man knew what he was doing because he spoke to her like a pro and made her laugh, agreeing to make her look dashing. After sitting her on the chair
and making the seat higher he covered Eunha with the plastic.

"So, dad, how would you like Baek Eunha's mane trimmed. Any particular style?"

My ears grew red. "Uh, I don't know really. Her hair is really thick and it's causing headaches. And later this month she's making a very important appearance." I rambled on more than I should have. The man luckily nodded to my every word without taking his gaze away from my daughter's massive head of hair.

"I may have an idea. Natural, not too technical. How short would you like the hair to be cut?"

I gesture about shoulder length. The silver scissors came alongside the brush. I'm nervous for this new look. As the time passed, Eunha freaked out in the beginning but I talked to her like if nothing was happening. She would reply with fear but eventually relaxed.  "Turn around." She tells me. 
"Why though?"

"Surprise hairstyle." She gushes. The man chuckled slightly at her cuteness as he trimmed her bangs. I turned my back to watch over anything, folding my arms over my chest. There were women discreetly checking me out from afar. Some of them are red as a tomato and it would make me blush because I don't know where else to look. 

After a while of blow drying and trimming I heard the stylist call me.

"Alright dad, take a look."

I turned to Baek Eunha standing on the chair. My jaw automatically dropped at her shoulder/neck length hairstyle, angled and cute thin bangs hanging over the eyes. She looks so different, yet the same, what the heck. I felt my heartbeat increase. So this is what it must feel when people see the slightest style change in me. 

"It it good?" Eunha asks after a long silence. I shake my head,  "not it doesn't look good." She blinks blankly.  A smile creeps into my face as I scoop her up,  "you look incredible!" A couldn't resist from digging my digits through her shortened mane. Its softer now though still just as thick. Thankfully it doesn't weigh her down.  

We were greeted back at the apartment with the aroma of Kimchi.

"How did it go?" Taehyung asked first from the sofa. Everyone is scattered around the living room in their world.  "Ladies and gentlemen, her." I move out of the way to reveal Eunha.

Eyes went wide.  "They chopped so much!" Hobi cried.  "It looks beautiful." RM says now coming at us. Monkey see, monkey do, cause they all came over to rub and pat Eunha's head obnoxiously. I'm going to feel so bad for when she's older, we are going to grow on her like a fungus.