Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"The babysitter club?" I repeat with a soft laugh. "What kind of club is that?"
"The kind I don't want to be apart of." He huffs, and crosses his arms over his chest.
"I'm being serious! I've never heard of a club like that before." I admit, trying to hold back a laugh but my cheeks feel like they're about to explode.
"It's a club created specially for the single parent teachers. There's really no need to fret over the details." He mumbles then he sharply stands up to lean over the chair that is separating us both. "And your cheeks are as chubby as Jimin's right now, stop stiffling a laugh, you egg." He softly pokes my cheek, and finally, I breathe again.
"I can't imagine you taking care of little kids." My voice is candid, and I take ahold of his finger that's poking at my cheek and I go on to stare at his entire hand- and it's insanely beautiful and soft. Dear Namjesus. "Why'd you join in the first place if you want to drop out? Or can't you resign or something. I'm sure we're allowed that much if we don't like a club."
"The reason's personal and Principal Bang doesn't want me leaving that horrific club." He gently pulls his hand away from me and leans against the desk, going on to tuck those magically beautiful hands of his into his pockets.
I pout, raising a finger up to my face, "Alright fine then. Can you at least tell me what's so bad about the babysitter club that you want out? Kids are cute."
"Are you insane?" He deadpans, and his voice goes deep, sending chills throughout me but all I do is watch him slip out his smartphone and he quickly scrolls through it.
"Look at what these little demons do." He whines, shoving the smartphone into my hands.
"Calling them little demons is a bit hars- oh my lord."
As soon as my eyes falls over the photo on the screen, my lips part in shock.
The photo shows an annoyed looking Taehyung, with his uniform blazer all covered in snort and the five little kids that are present in the photo are either pulling at his hair, biting his hands or hanging from his neck tie.
"They're little demons aren't they?" He presses, with an exasperated sigh.
"I can see why you're not in your blazer..." I look up at him with a sheepish smile as I hand him back his smartphone and judging from this photo, he's not entirely wrong.
"And take a look at this..." He tucks his smartphone away and hands me one of his notebooks.
"Oh lord..." My eyes traces over all of the crayon writing that's covering the pages containing his algebra equations. "Wait... This is so cute."
"It's not cute." He counters, pulling slightly on my bangs but I ignore him and continue speaking.
"It's says that you're the best hyung and I love you Taehyung oppa." I smile up at him. "Although it's supposed to be hyung because from the photo, they're all male."
