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mamaseul yeojin's a mommy's girl
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"jiwoo! tell your sisters that your uncle is here to pick you guys up!" haseul yelled as she fed her youngest cereal. yeojin sat happy in her chair munching away as chaos raged through the apartment on a typical monday morning.
"'kay mom!" jiwoo cried from her room as she stuffed her crayons into her backpack. the little girl ran around the room, packing unnecessary things for school like her dolls, extra shoes, a hair brush, etc.
"mom said to hurry up." she nudged heejin who was in a whirlwind looking for socks. jiwoo also looked across the room at jungeun, who was too busy trying to put clippies in her hair.
sooyoung sat at the couch pulling on her sneakers before she caught her mother's eye. "go tell your sisters to hurry up!" the woman yelled.
the adolescent rolled her eyes before getting up. she saw her younger sisters and prepared to yell at them. "what the heck is taking you pipsqueaks so long? uncle namjoon is waiting outside! you're just going to make me and jungkook late again!" she cried.
sooyoung and jungkook, namjoon's youngest son, were in the same grade and attended the same middle school. middle school started at a particularly earlier time than elementary so they both had to be there at a specific time.
"wait! i'm looking for socks!" heejin cried as she threw things out of drawers.
"i'm already ready!" jiwoo groaned as she sat on the bed in her uniform.
"if you're already ready, go to the car and wait so uncle doesn't have to wait longer." haseul stood at their bedroom door angrily. both jiwoo and sooyoung filed out of the room, leaving heejin and jungeun.
"what are you two doing?"
"mommy i can't find socks!" heejin on the verge of tears, yelled.
"baby no one cares if your socks don't match, your shoes will hide them." heejin took her advice and put on some random socks and followed her sisters down to the lobby.
"what about you missy?" haseul watched as jungeun adjusted her hair until it satisfied her.
"it's called fashion mother, you wouldn't get it." the little girl patted her head full of butterfly clips and bobby pins before standing up from her little vanity. offended, haseul looked down at her pajamas at the truth. the large basketball shorts, the long sleeve with a random logo, and the sweater on top didn't scream fashionable but the opposite actually.
