A Very Good Jackpot (Block B FF)

C5> Like A Kyung

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't the best idea to have the gang go outside for more shopping. Just maybe.

I couldn't believe Jaehyo could convince me, his whiny little self, but with a 'please' and a 'I won't spend all your money' (techinacally my aunt's,) I let them all go.

"Stupid, no good, slobby Ahn Jaehyo," I hissed evilly, folding the blankets that had been carelessly discarded on the floor by the High Maintenance Jaehyo. In fact, the only bed in tip top condition besides mine was P.O's bed, even his pink onesie was folded neatly into a square on his pillow.

Now why can't all the boys follow after him? Isn't P.O the youngest?

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"Shop till you drop?" P.O gasped. His older brothers had given him a strenuous amount of money to spend on necessities. In Jaehyo's eyes, designer clothes.

P.O passed the bills in his hands awkwardly as the rest of Block B ran off into the depths of the mall. Even calmest and oldest Taeil acted like a small child with the wad of cash. Left at home base, was only poor P.O.

"Okay..." he muttered, stuffing the money into his pocket, and walked off, only to run straight into a crazed looking Jaehyo with a line of bags running up his arm.

Already? What power does he even have?

"Hey hey hey, my little man!" Jaehyo exclaimed, sneakily trying to pawn off his heavy bags to P.O.

"Hey hyung, why in a hurry?" P.O yelled back, avoiding the bags and backed off slightly. Jaehyo was looking around and smiled at P.O, who backed away even more, before Jaehyo cackled. Witchery?

Jaehyo fished out money from his pockets. "Tell me where the onesie shop is, and I'll exchange for this cash," Jaehyo grinned, waving around the flimsy stack of green and blue papers.

"It's there," P.O simply pointed, and Jaehyo thrusted the hefty amount in P.O's arms before racing to the shop, all while yelling, "I'll prove her wrong!" in his shopping glory.

Well, if all the hyungs can shop this happily, without guilt, shouldn't I?

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"Okay, beds made, food made, relaxation made, now what?" I questioned myself, plopping to my bed still dressed in my onesie. It was admittedly really comfortable, so I couldn't just take it off.

Rolling around in agony, I wondered how long it would take for the boys to shop. Slowly, I began to regret not tagging along to buy some more clothes. Jaehyo was always to blame.

"Ridiculous, just barging in and stealing my freedom from me. Since what high school senior drop out needs to make food for seven overpriced men?" I grumbled to myself, rolling across the neat blankets and squishing P.O's small plush toy of a monkey.

"One is a child," I mutter, turning the plush toy in my hands, wondering how much money Jaehyo could be spending that I could have spent for my poor pets. It had been difficult to care for my babies with others laying around.

Hopefully, they shopped sparingly. I need to save money because I'm running out of crickets.

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Regret. Regret. Regret.

P.O stood, almost in tears, because here Seomi was, yelling at the boys for spending too much money. Each person had at least twenty bags, all from the most expensive of stores.

He clutched three bags, the only bags he had decided to save for her, but it wasn't enough to compare to all the designers he had opened up to, spending all of the cash Jaehyo withdrew from the bank of her aunt.