I do not forget to close the door behind me and make my way to the front door, however, this already opens and reveals the tall and robust man that made me regret my decision yesterday.

I did not expect to fall upon such an intimidating man. His tattoos, his toned and fit build, his height, his features, all of them are enough to make me nervous no matter the reason why I am here.

"Good morning, y/n," he smiles at me with a charming and beaming smile, perfectly shaped to start the day well. "Good morning, Mister Jeon," I speed up to come into the house and allow him to close the door, noticing that he is already dressed up, in a white dress shirt with a tie, and a pair of trousers, when I haven't started my day yet.

"I'm glad to see you're on time," he looks down into my eyes but already makes me feel affected by his aura. "I'm very punctual..." I take my shoes off, feeling shy after a night away from this new person. "Great, you have even more positive points then," he chuckles but fixes his tie while stepping towards the sofa next to us. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

"Just a fruit," I answer him with honesty but see his facial expression change. "Hm. That's not enough for a young girl like you," he tucks his hands in his pockets, my body remaining still. He licks his lips as I cannot do anything but stare without saying anything. "Come with me," he tilts his head to the side to invite me to follow him, so I do it, and we both walk to the kitchen.

"Do you remember what you have to do today?" he takes a bowl out of a cabinet but peeks at me. "Yes, I have to wake Hyejoon up at eight am and feed him, then I have to give him a bath, play with him. At ten, there is a nap, and I wake him up again at twelve for the second feeding. The other nap is at two p.m., the third feeding at four, the last nap at six p.m., then the last feeding is at seven p.m., and I put him to bed at eight p.m."

"Wow," he raises his eyebrows but cracks a smile. "That's perfect," he says, almost proudly. I grin like an idiot after the confidence he just built inside of me, and I check what he is doing. "Here you are," he slides the bowl towards me. "Eat more, you need energy to take care of my son," he leaves the cereals in front of me.

"You didn't have to, Mister Jeon, but thank you," I do not refuse since I do not want to seem disrespectful, and I grab the spoon he handed me. "No need to. I'm going to be home at six today, all right? My wife will probably be home earlier or later if she's with her colleagues again."

"Okay," I nod and swallow, still chewing on the cereals. "Also," he turns towards me, putting his veiny hands in his pockets once more, so I gaze at him. "Don't let my boys annoy you, okay? I know they won't go too far, but if they ever bother you a bit too much, tell me, and I'll make it clear to leave you alone."

I shyly agree but glance down to keep on eating.

The sound of a door drags my attention away, so I take a look at the person who just joined us but come across a woman I haven't seen yet. A gorgeous one who goes well with the man I have by my side. None of them says a word to each other, but I bow to her. "Nice to meet you, Miss Jeon."

She tucks some strands of hair behind her ear without expressing any kindness, and she glances at Mister Jeon before stepping away. "Nice to meet you too," she breathes out. I do not react to this cold reaction but clear my throat and have a glimpse of Mister Jeon, who doesn't look pleased.

"When do you come home?" she asks him while pouring some coffee in a cup, standing away from us in a tight pencil skirt and dress shirt. "Around six p.m., why?"

"I'll probably be home at that hour too," she answers and turns towards us. I gulp down but handle the tension in the room while discreetly eating. "Great, y/n will be here till eight p.m. anyway," he puts the attention on me but causes some stress. I swallow my food and notice her eyes are remaining focused on me. "How old are you?" she holds her warm cup with both of her hands.

"I'm twenty," I tell her the truth. "Do you have a boyfriend?" her question gets me to furrow my brow, and I shake my head. "No, I don't."

"I don't think this is a good idea to have such a young girl at home with Hajoon," she expresses some bother, my presence obviously not doing her heart good at all. "Stop the nonsense, she's here to work, nothing else," Mister Jeon defends me. He straightens up and drinks the rest of his cup of tea as if he did not care about what she said.

Miss Jeon sighs without saying anything and walks away, leaving me and the tall man alone in the kitchen.

"Don't mind her, she's in a bad mood," he gazes at me with way more softness and almost comforts me. "But anyway, I need to go to work. If you ever need something or feel worried, call me, all right?"

"All right, Mister Jeon," I nod but bow to him. "Have a nice day," my sentence leaves my mouth in a low voice, his hands still in his pockets to show some confidence and ease, he smiles with a hint of satisfaction and bows back to me. "Have a nice day too," he returns, before moving to the front door that his wife just took to get on the road to her workplace.

Right when I was staring at him, who is putting his shoes on, a boy appears from out of nowhere. "Bye dad!" he says, getting Mister Jeon to whirl around. "Are you already up?"

"Yep," Hajoon grins but walks up to me. "Nice to see you again, y/n. How are you?" he joins me, pulling his black hair back. "I'm fine, what about you?" I peek at Mister Jeon who has not left yet, but who is checking up on us. "I'm—"

"Buddy," he grasps his attention in an easy manner. He turns around, standing before me in his hoodie and sweatpants. "Do not bother her, understood?" he stares at him with earnestness, and he agrees, not defying him. Since he got the answer he wanted, he puts his suit jacket on and glances at me. "I count on you," his face changes to emanate some sweetness, and I nod once more to reply, shyly.

"See you later," he grabs his keys and his bag, then he steps out of the house after hearing our answer.

I am suddenly stressed out, I don't know how Hajoon truly is, or how he behaves when his dad is not around.

I lay my eyes back on him but catch him staring at me. "He's scary, isn't he?" Hajoon chuckles while talking behind his father's back, but I smile and shrug. "Not scary...just..." the words do not reach me when I need them the most. "He is," he affirms and laughs. He moves to the fridge as I am not doing anything but keeping quiet.

Maybe he is right, Mister Jeon is a bit scary.

"Dammit, mom drank the rest of the coffee again," Hajoon throws the cup on the kitchen counter with frustration. "Can you make some coffee, please?" he forces a broad smile, using a sweet voice. I acquiesce and do as asked.

"Thank you, Miss," he fakes some loveliness, but I do not pay attention to it, I make the coffee for him. "Will you be here once our parents are back?" this annoying boy comes closer to stand on my right, not leaving me alone. "Yes, I'm here until eight p.m."

"Wow, really?! I'm happy to come home earlier suddenly," he shows some unexplainable joy about it, getting me to frown at him. "Why?"

"Because," he tucks his hands in his pockets, having the same body language as his father has. He puts his hood on and hides his black hair. "I already like you, you seem very kind."

"I'm glad to hear that," I barely know how to respond, this makes me even more nervous.

What have I gotten myself into?

"Well, I'm just stating the truth. My dad already talked about you," he reveals, receiving all my attention and curiosity. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah," he nods, smiling but taking a peek at what I'm doing. "He told me that you seem to be an annoying girl who does not do anything properly because she's too clumsy and all," his answer breaks my heart, and I stare at him, wondering if he is telling the truth or teasing me like his father told me.

He stares into my eyes with his big ones but bursts into laughter. "I'm joking. You look so hurt, I'm so sorry," he joins his hands together and comes closer, making me want to punch him. "That was not funny."

"I'm sorry, I won't do this again," he runs his fingers through his hair but sincerely apologizes. "But he did talk about you, some days before hiring you, and yesterday. He likes how kind, respectful, and serious you seem to be."

"Oh, that makes me feel a little bit better..." I do not keep it to myself since he literally stepped on my heart a second ago, but he chuckles. "Don't say it to my dad. He's gonna kill me if he knows I made you feel like that."

"Why would he?" I grab a cup to serve him, and he turns towards me. "He made it clear that I should not bother you. Neither act like a moron when you are here, but that's gonna be hard."

"Because you're always a moron?" I let it out without realizing, but he shoots his eyes up to mine. He pushes his inner cheek with his tongue and smirks, concealing it as much as possible. "Ok. I take it because I deserve it, but you better not roast me like that again. All right?"

"All right," I giggle but pour the coffee in the cup, and I hand it to him. "Here."

•••

6 pm.

"Sleep tight, sweetheart," I lie Hyejoon down in his crib and straighten up, relieved to see him sleep so peacefully.

This day was not tough but stressful, I did not want to make a mistake, this really made me feel on edge, but I feel better now that I know Mister Jeon is going to be home, and that I did everything as told.

"Y/n?!" Hajoon calls my name in a loud voice, making me hurry to leave the bedroom and close the door. "Y/n, wh—"

"Shh!" I run to the railing to quieten him. "Hajoon. Don't shout, please. I just put your little brother to bed."

"Oh, sorry," he whispers but smiles at me. "I just wanted to know when the dinner will be cooked. I finished my homework, and I'm starving..." he takes me for his maid. "Uhm, Hajoon. I'm here to take care of your brother, not to cook your food or something like that."

"Oh..." he does not hide his disappointment. "I thought you were the maid, not the babysitter only," he gazes up at me but makes it obvious he is craving food. I breathe out in a heavy way but go down the stairs. "Haven't you eaten anything for lunch?"

"I did, but it's always the same disgusting sandwiches my mom buys at the supermarket," he rolls his eyes and talks about his mother without any care or love again as if something was wrong with their relationship. I look at him, wondering if I should give in and cook some food.

Mister Jeon already told him he could not cook anything for dinner yesterday, maybe if I do it, that will help him, unless he does not appreciate it.

"Are you thinking about doing it?" Hajoon smiles at me with cuteness, exposing some soft crinkles in the corner of his eyes whenever his cheeks rise. "Does it look like I am?" I cross my arms and gaze at him, feeling like they know how weak I can be for other people. "Hm. Kinda," his adorable look turns into an arrogant one once a smirk erases the smile that was on his face.

I cannot hold mine back.

"I'm just on the verge of dying because of my hunger..." Hajoon bites his lips, making me understand with enough hints how bad it is for his stomach to wait. "What do you want to eat?" I submit, getting him to enjoy the power he has. "Gimbap and soft tofu stew, please."

"Okay..." I let him have what he wants since I want to show how serious I am to Mister Jeon, and I move to the kitchen. "Thank you, love," he already teases me when we barely know each other, but I chuckle and turn towards him. "Don't call me love."

"How should I call you then? Miss?" he heads to the sofa to lean on the back of it and keep on watching me. "Call me y/n, this is better."

"Better but boring," he dares to judge my name, causing me to fix my eyes on him after getting the food out of the fridge. "Does that mean my name is boring?"

"No," he giggles and shakes his head, before taking his cap off to ruffle his fluffy black hair. "I would not dare to say such a thing to a woman. I meant by that, I like to give nicknames to women and girls."

"And why is that?" I frown but focus on the ingredients. "My dad is a flirt, I maybe got this from him," he adds but states what I got to figure out this morning. "I mean, he's not a flirt, he's a gentleman, that's what he said."

"Ah yeah, 'a gentleman'," the sarcasm makes me chuckle, but the topic piques my interest even more. Why am I not surprised? His father is attractive enough to be a flirt but pretend not to be.

"Anyway, you never heard what I said about him, all right, y/n?" he calls me by my name like I told him to, and I smile at him. "All right, Hajoon."

"Thank—" he shoots his eyes to the right at the sound of the front door opening, and I do so, expecting the head of the house to come in. Everyone remains silent, and Mister Jeon steps in, but his sharp and big eyes meet mine. "Hey," he smiles and takes a look at his son.

"Good evening," I bow to him from my spot as he is taking his shoes and coat off. "This sweet woman is cooking for me," Hajoon mentions me, my body tensing up in front of the intimidating man. "Don't ever hire anyone else, please. She's perfect."

"Oh, so you already know she's perfect?" his charming smile quietens me, and once he comes closer, I become nervous again. "Yes, I feel it. You know how good I am at finding the good girls," he sneers but gets his father to change of facial expression. "Don't say something like that, Hajoon," he loosens his tie and walks up to me, so I lower my eyes and turn towards the kitchen counter to not face him.

"You don't have to cook, y/n. That's not your job," he inches closer to me and puts his veiny, tough hand within sight to grab the knife I was holding. "It's fine, Mister Jeon. I work till eight p.m., and I don't have anything to do right now..." I barely have the guts to look up into his eyes from this close, his cologne spreading through my senses and mind to affect me with enticement. "Yes, but I don't want you to do more than planned."

"Really, Mister Jeon. I'm fine, I want to cook for you all," I try to keep the knife in my hand and do not move away, so he lets go and gives me a soft look, reminding me of his son's words that I must keep to myself. "If you're tired, stop and take a break, all right?"

"I will," I nod and agree, so he allows me to cook but stays next to me. "So, how was your day?" he removes his tie and undoes some buttons of his dress shirt. I try to remain focused on the vegetables that I am cutting while he is almost undressing, and I prepare some rice. "It was fine, I was just nervous since this was my first day."

"Why would you be nervous?" his eyes never leave me, unconsciously raising the temperature of my body. "I don't know...if I ever make a mistake or something..."

"It's all right, we all make mistakes anyway. As long as you don't hurt my baby, I won't be mad," he attempts to reassure me. "I'll never let anything happen to him, I promise," I answer but hear the door open again. His wife is back, I thought I would not see her again today. "I trust you," he whispers as if his wife was a problem, and I gaze up at him with a smile on my face but fall into his eyes. They truly look like two brown marbles filled with sparkles, it is difficult to maintain eye contact with him. They make me fear to dive into them whenever there is a contact between us.

"Aren't you with your colleagues?" Hajoon speaks in the background, bringing Mister Jeon's attention away from me, unfortunately. "No, not tonight..." she replies, but since I am well-mannered, I turn around and greet her by bowing. "Good evening, Miss Jeon," I fake a smile but do not get any reaction. She drops her bag on the floor and sighs, she moves up to the fridge to grab a drink, but Mister Jeon's warm hand touches my forearm. "Take a break if you need," he steps away and walks behind me.

I feel like he is used to this behavior, to this coldness from his wife.

"Were you good with her?" I manage to hear Mister Jeon, even though his voice was low, so I peek at them to discern their faces. Hajoon grins and nods to him, playing with something in a pocket of his ripped jeans.

I feel under pressure all the time in here, I hope this feeling will fade away the more I spend my days with them.

I focus on the vegetables that I just cut but look on my right, wondering where the cooker is. Not seeing any, I ask for some help. "Mister Jeon?" I grasp his attention easily. "Yes?" he reduces the distance between us but makes the closeness tighter than earlier. "Where is the rice cooker?"

"Here," he makes a few steps and opens a cubicle to take the appliance out and place it over the flat surface. He turns it on and pulls the top up. "Here you are. Give me the rice," he stretches his hand out to me, so I give him the box.

"Since when do you cook?" Miss Jeon interrupts us by stepping between us. "I help her out," he closes the appliance to let it start. "She doesn't even have to cook, but she does it for us."

"I can cook, and since we're all home," she lays her eyes on me. "You can go back home."

"Why the hell would she leave? I'm pretty sure she cooks better than you do," Hajoon goes insane and argues for me, even if he has to go against his mother as her rudeness undeniably hurt me. "She leaves my house. I cook din—"

"You never cook dinner! Last time you cooked something was for your fucking colleag—"

"Hajoon!" she yells his name and startles me, making my body jump. "You watch your tongue and behave, understood?!"

"Go to hell," he snaps and walks up the stairs, leaving his mother dumbfounded. I think it is time for me to go.

"I'm sorry for bothering..." I bow to the parents and proceed to the front door without checking Mister Jeon's opinion about this. "Can't you fucking defend me?!" the strong-minded woman shouts at him, but I hurry to get out of this house and not witness this fight. "He's right though, why do you want to suddenly cook when you never do it?"

"Are you— Uh..." a chortle escapes her. "You're just a fucking coward who cannot speak up," she goes a bit mad and talks badly to him, but I grab the handle of the door to leave. "Wait, y/n," Mister Jeon rushes to me right when I step out, so I do not leave since I want to know what he is going to say to me. He makes us stay outside and closes the door so that we can be alone.

"I apologize about this, I didn't want you to see this happen, but there has been some tension between us, and Hajoon just cannot keep quiet whenever his mother does something that upsets him. Don't feel like it's because of you, okay?" he kindly helps me to not be hurt by the events, and I force a smile to show him I'm fine. "It's okay, don't worry, Mister Jeon."

"Sure? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around us and not come back," he surprises me with some concern when I thought he did not care about me that much. That brightened up my mood in no time. "I'll come back, I'm not going to leave you like that."

"I'm not going to lie, I was fearful in a second when I saw you react like that and leave, I thought you took it personally. I mean, you don't know us well, so this must have caused a lot of uneasiness, but I swear, I’ll make sure this doesn't happen again," he does everything to comfort me after this little issue, and I cannot even hide or hold my smile in. "Thank you, but don't be worried about that. It's your family, so I don't want you to change anything just because I'm here, I can handle it."

"You really are a considerate and sweet girl. I already hired a babysitter some months ago, but she was the total opposite of you. I'm glad I found you because even if this was only one day, you really did everything well, you're on time, you're respectful, and you even take care of my teenager when you don't have to," he sends me many compliments and nearly makes me blush. This is the type of gratification that I love to feel. "I really want to make sure you feel good with us otherwise I know this won't work but bother you to come here every day."

"This won't bother me, Hyejoon is really a calm boy, so that wasn't too hard to take care of him and feed him. However, Hajoon is a bit...agitated? If I can say," I hesitate to use those words but see his features lose the darkness that was visible a minute ago. "But they're cool and fun. I like to be helpful."

"Thank god," he exhales with what seems to be relief, and a moment of quietness follows his soothing voice, the evening noises keeping us soundless. He stares at me without breaking the contact and obliges me to do it for a second. "Anyway, I don't want you to catch a cold or go back home too late. Be careful on the road, and I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"I'll be there on time like I was this morning, see you tomorrow, Mister Jeon.  I hope your evening will get better," I bow to him before walking away, and he softly says some more words. "Thank you, have a good night, y/n."

"Good night," I leave and move to the gate.

Maybe this fight had a good aftermath from my point of view.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

I walk back inside the house once y/n has left, and I make my way upstairs without glancing at my wife who just ruined the mood. I head towards my teenager's bedroom and knock on the door before walking in. "Hajoon?"

"What?" he answers from the other side of the walls, so I step in and close the door behind me. "If you're here to scold me, no need to stay, I don't need it."

"Hajoon..." I sigh but try to understand him, even if I should be there for his mother. "I know how hard it is for you because she's never here, but you should not—"

"She's never here, she never does anything but drinks and goes out with her colleagues all the time. For once, someone in here is cool and spends time with us, so why the fuck—"

"Language," I cut him off without being too harsh, and he carries on. "Whatever, I wanted y/n to stay. She can't even cook anyway, I'm pretty sure she's just jealous of her because she has your attention."

"Even if I know you're mad at her, do not talk like that to your mother, and least of all, behave like that in front of y/n. This made her feel uncomfortable and caused nothing but a problem," I explain to him in a calm manner to not worsen it, and he stays relaxed but still expresses some wrath. "I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but I wanted her to stay and eat with us."

"I know..." I show him that I understand. "She'll be here tomorrow, I want you to apologize to her. All right?" I tilt my head to the side and ask for an agreement, but he takes hold of his laptop. "Do you have her number?" he replies with a question only, ignoring what I said. "Yes, I do, but I won't give it to you."

"Why?" he gets annoyed like expected. "Because I don't want her to be bothered, and I don't want you to apologize by text, this is disrespectful."

"I wouldn't have done it by text, I'll do it tomorrow..." he puts my mind at ease, making me finally relax. "I just want her number to chat..."

"Ask her for it, not me," I do not give in to him since this is on y/n's decision.  "Why is mom never home but always with her colleagues?" he asks in a serious and poised voice, telling me that he is tired of this as well. I cannot tell him the truth, as well as tell him why the tension between us is so important.

I shrug. "She needs space, I guess, but don't be worried. She loves you, she just has a hard time at work and all, try to understand and not get mad, all right? Think about your little brother, he wouldn't want to grow up in such a family full of tension."

"Yeah..." he complies, but still with difficulty. I breathe out in a heavy way and lift my hand up to comb my hair back, feeling exhausted after the long day I had, and this issue that had to be added to it. "Anyway, come downstairs once I call you, okay?"

"Okay..." he nods. "Good," I show my satisfaction after fearing this discussion, and I step out of the room to get back in the hallway but make my way to my baby's room. I remain as quiet as possible to not wake him up, and I open the door to get inside.

I move closer to his crib to check how he is doing, and I make sure his breathing is steady and good, his body in a good position, everything that can put my mind at ease. I sigh at the sight of his peaceful expression and bend over him to drop a tender kiss on his head, before moving away to get out of the room. I close the door in a gentle manner and step back to head to the stairs, walk them down, and end my way on the large sofa.

I ignore my wife who is in the back, cooking for the first time only because she could not stand to see the young girl here.