Minji's Sitter | Taejin ✔️

Seven

The next morning Seokjin was standing in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge for something to make for Minji's breakfast. Soon he'd have to wake her up and get her ready.

When his alarm went off earlier, he had groaned out in frustration. Getting up early was not his thing, he hated it, but he had to get Minji ready, and now that her grumpy father was home, he couldn't afford to get in trouble by him.

"What's for breakfast?" Taehyung asked as he walked into the kitchen and saw Seokjin leaned over and looking into the fridge. He had to turn his head quickly from looking where he shouldn't be looking. He might need to have a talk with the younger about his choice of clothing within his home, especially when he is around.

"Minji is having waffles," Seokjin said with an attitude as he pulled his head out of the fridge and looked over at Taehyung. Is he expecting food too? Better not be. I might be a babysitter, but sure as hell ain't no maid.

Taehyung ignored Seokjin comment and placed his own request for food, "I want waffles too, but can I have it with eggs and bacon please?"

"Do I look like I am running a diner to you?" Seokjin quickly grumbled under his breath.

"Excuse me?" Taehyung was caught off guard by Seokjin's words.

"I said, how would you like your eggs done Taehyung?" He turned his back to his boss and rolled his eyes. Now he not only had Minji to prepare stuff for but her dad too? He was definitely not getting paid enough.

"Scrambled with cheese, mozzarella cheese, if we have any." While Taehyung was talking Seokjin walked over to one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled out a notepad and pen. He began scribbling on it.

"How would you like your bacon?"

"Not too crispy please," Taehyung spoke, and Seokjin scribbled on his notepad.

"Are you writing down what I want?" Taehyung questions while looking at Jin.

"Yes, I am. Seeing as this is a diner I want to make sure I get your order correct." Seokjin said and continued writing Taehyung's order on his notepad.

Taehyung got up from his seat and walked over to Jin and grabbed the notepad out of his hand, frightening him. "Why are you making things difficult? Are you saying that it's an issue for you to make me breakfast?"

"I am not saying anything Taehyung. However, I really think you are mistaking my role here. I am here as Minji's caretaker, not yours. You didn't even allow me the opportunity to offer you breakfast, but you barge in here, "what's for breakfast?" I think you are thinking this is burger king and you are getting a two for one special, but let me clarify. This is not burger king, and there is no two for one special with me being here. You hired me to be a baby sitter/nanny whatever the hell you want to call it, not a maid/housekeeper. I don't care if you fire me, but know that I, as your worker, have rights too."

Seokjin felt good saying his mind to Taehyung. He refused to allow Taehyung to use him. He had rights too.

"Fair enough. How much?" Seokjin looked up at Taehyung, confused. "How much what?"

"How much will it cost for you to be everything I want around here?" Seokjin could tell that Taehyung was not joking around. The man before him didn't even crack a smile.

"Taehyung that's a lot of money, I don't thin-"

"Seokjin just answer the question. How much are you willing to do it for?"

"I would like a yearly salary of $165,000 plus bonus and paid time off." Jin thought to himself if he threw out a ridiculous number out there, Taehyung would most likely refuse it and ain't no way Taehyung was going to give him a bonus anyway.

"Done. Your paid time off is only per my approval. You only get three weeks off, and I need one month's notice. Now, that's all settled make my breakfast and bring it to me in my study. Don't make me wait long, either. I hate waiting." Taehyung turned on his heels and walked out of the kitchen, leaving a very shocked and confused Jin.

Taehyung really thought Seokjin was going to ask for more money. Poor guy didn't even know what he had not signed up for. Taheyung smiled to himself as he walked to his study, maybe he didn't need to talk to the younger about the type of clothing he was wearing around the house anymore.