How to Make a Scene

Babysitter (Ryuhyo)

(Might be mistakes yatta yatta)
(807 words)
(Gp!Ryujin)
(Part 1)

This seemed like any other babysitting gig, two loaded parents (which always means well for Jihyo) asking for someone to babysit their kid, the rich ones seemed to have the most well behaved children. The house was huge without any cars in the driveway, the parents had taken off already.

However this was going to be a bit different, the text she got when she accepted this gig went along like so;

**알 수없는 번호**
(Unknown number)

우리는 잠시 자리를 비울 것입니다. 그래서 당신은 객실을 차지할 수 있습니다. 우리는 한 달 후에 돌아올 것입니다. 당신은 시간당 급여를 받을 것입니다.
(We will be absent for a while. So you can occupy the room. We will be back in a month. You will receive an hourly wage.)

Upon entering the huge home, Jihyo was greeted with loud yelling from the living room. A girl with short blue hair tied into two little buns, was currently screaming her head off while playing what seemed to be COD.

"NO! You dumb fuck! Why did you fucking follow me?! I told you to go left!"

The girl turned and threw her controller, she hadn't known Jiyho was there beforehand, the controller flew right past her face, thankfully not hitting her.

How inviting.

"Well, hello to you too Ryujin."

Jihyo clears her throat and sets her bags down, causing the younger one to look confused. Jihyo was confused herself, this girl looked well past the age to need a babysitter...

"The fuck? Who are you?"

"Language... I'm here to watch you, per your parent's request."

She holds up her phone with the text pulled up, hardly holding it up long enough for the young adult to see.

"What? They never told me about this!"

While Ryujin was stomping and throwing her headset, Jihyo moved her bag to the table and pulled out her water bottle and a few other items, including a stuffed toy she'd got for what she assumed would be a child... not a hot headed teen.

"So, where is the guest room?"

The older asked kindly, not expecting the same respect back. Ryujin groans and crosses her arms.

"Upstairs, two doors down to the left."

"Mm, thanks.."

Jihyo forces a smile, taking her bag upstairs to her new room for the month. Unloading her items and setting them neatly in a particular order in certain places. Putting her empty bag aside and rubbing her forehead.
She really hoped Ryujin wasn't going to be like this the whole month, perhaps it was just a bad first impression, it would make sense right? She was playing a game and already seemed tense...

"I'm really watching a fucking 18 year old..."

"Hey, Language. Asshole."

She glanced at the doorway, the short haired girl was leaning with her arms still crossed.

"That's a bit creepy, don't you think?"

"Whaaaat, I wasn't standing here the whole time, you freaky pervert."

Boy, this was definitely going to be more than she signed up for.
Ryujin was just so.. out there... to put it kindly. She had no filter and it bugged her quite a lot.

"So how old are you anyway? 27?"

"First of all, that's rude to ask, and secondly I'm 24."

There was a thick silence for a while, slowly a smirk crosses Ryujin's face.

"Well sorry you look 27,"

And with that she turns on her heel and walks away, assuming she goes off to her room. Jihyo was left shocked and even more irritated than before, this brat was going to be the death of her.

Morning wasn't any better. She woke up early like usual, started making breakfast, eggs and sausage. It was peaceful until a certain grouchy cat came down the stairs, wearing simply nothing but her boxers and a cropped shirt. Jihyo hadn't realized or had the chance to see how fit this girl was, sporting a toned stomach and strong thighs.

The grumpy cat went straight to the fridge and grabbed an unfinished chocolate bar, nearly about to take a bite before it's yanked away.

"Hey what the fuck?"

"Language young lady, and no chocolate for breakfast. I'm literally making you something to eat. Go sit down,"

"Give me it!"

Ryujin hissed through her teeth, stomping her socked foot. Jihyo sighs and points the unwrapped chocolate toward her, pulling it away and biting into it herself before Ryujin could, leaving the younger shocked, offended and slightly red.

"Mm no, now go sit down, almost ready."

"Fine. Asshole.."

"Watch your Language,"

Jihyo reminds as she focuses back on her cooking, hearing a chair being pulled back. She doesn't take too long to finish up, plating the food with a hum before bringing it over to Ryujin. Almost immediately the younger hounds it down, if Jihyo didn't know any better, she'd assume the girl had been starved her whole life.