30 minutes later...

As I step into Mister Jeon's house with Jungkook, Minjun runs to me. "Y/n!" he joyfully jumps into my arms, and I give him a big hug. "Good morning, sweetheart," I drop a kiss on his head. "Good morning, I missed you."

"I missed you too," I smile. Seeing or spending time with him always brings me so much joy and happiness. "Was the ride here okay?" Mister Jeon asks, worried.

"Yes, it's slippery, but walking is much harder than driving," I run my fingers through Minjun's hair as he does not move away, staying in my arms. "Alright, I'm gonna leave now then. I wouldn't want to be late to work."

"Alright. Be careful on the road, please," I smile at him, hoping he stays safe on his drive. "Don't worry, I will. Be careful too, sweetie," he says before saying goodbye to his sons.

As he closes the door, Minjun tightens his hold on me and looks up at his brother, who sat down around the table on the right. "I missed you too. It was annoying without you," he moves up to him, putting his arms around his brother's neck.

"I missed you too, goofy," he says, ruffling Minjun's hair. The little one grins widely and comes back to me as I took my jacket off. "Did you eat breakfast?" I comb his hair back, revealing his doe eyes. "Yes, daddy cooked for me."

"Good," I say, grateful for their dad's thoughtfulness. I take a seat next to the pouty boy and let Minjun sit on my lap. "What did you do this weekend?" I ask him, putting his bangs properly.

"I played Mario Kart and Animal Crossing, and I started building a Lego car. Daddy even helped me," he expresses some joy, a smile brightening up his face. "Aw, I can't wait to see that car when it's finished. It's going to be amazing."

"You'll be the first one I show it to, I promise," he responds excitedly, leaning in. He rests his head on my chest and hugs me. "I'm even more eager then, I feel special," I press my lips on his forehead. He always makes me feel so soft.

"What are you doing?" he pays attention to Jungkook again, probably noticing he is upset. "Looking at some stuff," he slides one hand in a pocket of his trousers, holding his phone with the other. "What stuff?"

"None of your business, curious boy," he smiles at him and peeks at me. The eye contact does not last long; he quickly focuses back on his phone.

He can be so immature sometimes.

•••

8:10 am.

As I am waiting for the ring to bell with Jungkook, I set my eyes on him and lower the radio's volume. "Can you stop sulking, please?"

"Can you just tell me if you see him?" he replies coldly. "It's weird. It makes me feel like I'm stalking a kid, Jungkook."

"You're not stalking. You're observing," he attempts to make the situation look better. That does not work, though. "I'd rather ask him directly than spy on him like this. And why do you want to see him so badly anyway?"

"I want to know what he looks like," he avoids making eye contact. "He looks like a normal teenager."

"Yeah, but he is the cringe type, like an e-boy? Is he attractive? Ugly? Or-"

"Stop behaving like that. You're just being judgmental, and I seriously don't like it. I don't like to hear you talk about people like that, so stop," I scold him, making it clear I do not appreciate this. "I won't treat him the same way I treat you, but if you act like that again, this might change my opinion of you."

He stares into my eyes, now looking somewhat remorseful.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he looks away, realizing his behavior. He looks down at his feet and shifts uncomfortably. I do not enjoy seeing him feel that way or telling him off, but he needs to understand.

I keep my eyes on him, knowing he will have a hard time getting this off his mind. "Now stop worrying about the way I treat other guys. I spend time with you, so focus on that only."

I watch as his expression softens, realizing that I am not going to let him off the hook so easily. "How though? I can't fully enjoy being with you if I know some other guy gets that same treatment. I wouldn't feel special anymore."

I sigh and glance outside, feeling hurt. "See? This is why I didn't want you to sleep at my house. You shouldn't feel that way."

He stares into space, surely pained by my words. He runs his hand through his hair and hides his head in his hood. "So...No, whatever. I gotta go," he goes out of the car, leaving me feeling horrible.

I watch him walk away, knowing I may have just ruined his day.

I notice he is not heading to the schoolyard, though. Wondering where he is going, I get out of my car and follow him. "Jungkook," I call his name and hurry up to face him.

"Hey," I stand before him, his teary eyes meeting mine. "Baby, why are you crying?" I ask, my heart breaking at the sight. I should have shut up. "Nothing. I'm just dumb. Leave me alone."

"No. I'm not leaving you alone until you tell me why you're crying," I do not let him go, wiping his tears away. "You're not dumb. Something hurts you, and I want you to talk about it."

"Why the hell would I? It's just gonna make it worse if I say something," he says, pulling away. "No, it won't. Keeping it to yourself is only going to hurt you even more."

He gazes into my eyes, shaking his head. "You know what the problem is anyway. I'm a kid, and I get jealous very easily. I'm sorry for being so childish; I just don't know how to control it yet 'cause I feel like if I'm not your favorite, you just won't give a shit enough to not leave and forget about me at some point."

His childhood really messed with his perception of self-worth. At the end of the day, he just wants to feel loved and accepted.

"I won't forget about you. You're a very special person to me, and I mean it, alright?" I swear. "I can understand you'd feel jealous, but there's absolutely no reason to be. I promise."

He steps closer and wraps his arms around me. As I hug him back, he holds me tight, bringing me some warmth.

"I don't want to see you feel like that again, okay? I care a lot about you, and you'll always come first," I rub the back of his head. "Okay," he whispers softly, nuzzling his head into my shoulder.

I move back and press a kiss on his cheek, feeling his tension melt away. I cup his face and brush my thumb over his cheeks, his puppy eyes staring into mine. I smile at him and say, "And don't pout either. You need to go to your classes now."

"Hm," he murmurs in response. "Will you come to pick me up after school?"

"Yes, I will. Now hurry up, the bell rang," I reply, fixing his bangs under his hood. "Okay, see you later then," he pulls away and walks towards the school entrance as I head back to my car.

•••

4:30 pm.

After finally driving the boys home, I get in the bathroom to make a call.

"Oh, hello, y/n," she answers. "Hello, Miss Flores. I'm calling you back because I couldn't pick up your call a few minutes ago," I say, hoping she has good news for me. "It's okay, don't worry. I just wanted to talk about when you'd be ready to start working?"

"Oh, am I hired?" I cannot even answer her question, excited to hear her confirm I can work for her. "Yes. You seemed like the perfect girl to take care of my little ones, and my boys absolutely wanted you, so I couldn't pick another person."

"I'm so happy to hear it, Miss Flores. I can already start this Friday if needed," I let her know, walking out of the bathroom to look for my diary. "Saturday would be perfect for me. I have a day off this Friday, but I won't be able to be home before ten p.m on Saturday, so that'd be amazing. I need to know what time I should expect you, though, and also what schedule you have in mind."

I hurry to grab a pencil and bend over the table to write everything down. "Starting from Monday, I should be free every Wednesday, but I still need to talk about it with the dad to make sure he hasn't changed his mind. Other than that day, I'll always be free every Friday and weekend. And for the time, I can be there as soon and late as you need me."

"Alright, alright. Do you think you'd be alright coming over around seven a.m every Saturday and Friday?" she asks, and I nod while taking notes. "Yes, sure. I'm fine with that."

"Perfect, and if you become available on Wednesday, would you be alright coming over at the same time every week?" she already plans, and I agree. "Yes, that'd be fine too. I'll let you know in two days if this is possible. Will you also need me on Sunday?" I sit down, noticing Minjun come closer.

"Sunday? No, not this week at least. You'll probably rarely work on Sunday with me," she says, meaning I will get more time for myself than I did for the past months. "I mean, it depends. The last babysitter I had would sometimes hang out with them on the weekend because I always need to work even when I'm home. Would you mind doing this, or would you prefer to stick to regular babysitting duties at home?"

"No, honestly I wouldn't mind doing that. It sounds like a fun opportunity to bond with them outside of the usual routine. It could help them feel more comfortable around me," I keep my eyes on my notes, fiddling with my pencil.

"I'm glad to hear it. I'll let them know you're interested. I just need to talk about something with you. It's about Leandro. He's a very introverted and shy boy, and the previous babysitter was, let's say it politely, a disgusting person who showed a complete lack of knowledge in childcare or understanding. So, I hope you'll understand if he needs more time to warm up to you and build trust. He's been through a lot and is very sensitive, so your words could easily hurt him too, so make sure to be gentle in your approach. He's a sweet boy who just needs a little extra patience and love."

"Don't worry about it. I'll go slow and take all the time needed for him. I did notice it when I met you, so I'll let him get comfortable at his own pace and do my best to also help him get out of his shell," I promise, showing her I truly care about the children I take care of. I always strive to create a safe and nurturing environment for them.

"Thank you so much. This really means a lot to me, and if you ever manage to boost his confidence, that'd mean the world to me," she tells me, her voice wavering with emotion. I can tell she is a good mother. "No need to thank me. Children are precious, and they deserve to be happy," I smile and put my pencil down.

"You're a great girl. I'm pretty sure you'll make them happy. I could tell when you met them that you truly care about their well-being, and they were comfortable around you, so I'm giving you my trust," she says, maybe not realizing how significant this is to me. "Thank you, Miss Flores. I promise I won't let you down."

"Thank you. I gotta go now, though. Have a good day, and see you on Saturday," she puts an end to the call, so I tell her the same and let her hang up the phone.

"Are you leaving us?" Minjun asks, worrying and pouting after hearing the words I said. "No, baby. I love you way too much for that. I'm just going to take care of a new family, but I'll keep coming here."

"I was scared," he leans towards me for a hug, which I gladly reciprocate. "No, don't be scared. I'm not leaving."

"I want you to take care of us forever," he rests his head on my chest, and a smile spreads on my face. "Forever? That would make me more than just a housekeeper or babysitter," I toy with his hair as I look at Jungkook join us, sitting in front of us with a yogurt in his hand.

"What if you marry daddy? You could be our mom and never leave," he raises his head up, saying sweet and innocent words that make my heart melt.

"Aw-"

"She's too young, dummy," Jungkook disagrees right away, cutting me off when I found it adorable. "No, she's not. Daddy's still young. And at least, she won't hurt him."

"Dad wouldn't date a girl of her age anyway, so that won't happen," he dives his small spoon in the yogurt, disagreeing with his little brother. "Dad said she's an amazing woman. I'm sure he would marry her. I'll ask him."

"Sure, do it. He'll tell you the exact same thing I did. Just because he thinks she's an amazing woman doesn't mean he'd want to date her. He probably just sees her as a daughter," he speaks for me, not even asking for my opinion. "Well, he can adopt her then."

"No one adopts an adult, and she's got her home and all. Just stop and do your homework. You talk too much," he tells him with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You're just dumb," Minjun shoots back and goes to get his books.

I chuckle at the response Jungkook deserved, getting him to notice. "That's funny?"

"Yes. Shouldn't have been mean to him," I smile and close my diary, Minjun sitting down next to me again.

It's adorable how he always switches spots to do his homework. If I am in the kitchen, he will work at the kitchen bar. If I'm at the table, he will work here. No matter where I am, he is always close.

"You're one to talk, hm?" he shoves his spoon in his mouth. "Why did I even say wrong? Are you gonna tell me you'd date our dad?"

"No, I wouldn't. He's like a father to me," I reply, knowing the opposite would make him upset. "See, dummy?" he annoys his little brother again, but I intervene this time. "Stop calling him dummy, and leave him alone. He's doing his homework."

"He literally called me dumb!" he whines, raising his hand up towards him. "How many times did you call him dummy before that?"

Knowing he is in the wrong, he glances down and takes a spoon of his food. "Whatever."

I smile and look down at Minjun, moving my chair closer to him. "If you need help, tell me. Okay?" I comb his hair gently. "Okay," he nods cutely.

"Are you gonna work at their house every weekend now?" Jungkook asks, directing the subject to something dangerous. "Are you sure you really want to talk about this?"

"Yes," he leans forward, putting his elbows down on the table. "I want to know."

"I'll take care of them every Friday, weekend, and maybe Wednesday too," I reply, hoping he does not get upset again. "Hm. What about that family you take care of on Wednesday, though?"

"The dad told me he found someone else to keep an eye on the children, so he won't need my help anymore. Apparently he is dating someone new," I explain what I was told. "Alright. So, you'll be with them four days a week then?" he figures out, and I nod, "Probably, but from what she told me, I shouldn't have to take care of them every Sunday."

"Okay," he nods and stares at his food thoughtfully. "I won't be with them this Friday, though," I tell him, waiting to see what he is going to say. "Can't you come here? And if you're free on some Sundays, can't I go to your house?"

"You know what I said about that, Jungkook. But I can come this Friday if you want," I agree to one thing only. "What about just going out? I won't be at your house."

I smile faintly, knowing the cause of this behavior. "If I spend some Sundays with you, your dad will barely be able to have his sons around."

"Minjun will stay here with him," he makes it evident he wants to be alone with me. "What? Why? I want to be with her too," Minjun offers me a perfect pretext to refuse without hurting Jungkook, and I use it. "See. You got your answer."

"You wanna spend time with dad, so stop complaining. You'll have all his attention on yourself," he complains to his little brother, believing he is the reason why he cannot share some alone time with me. "But I want to spend time with her too. Why can't I be with her if you are?"

"Because you're a kid, it's different. You can't hang out with adults," he argues. "You spent the whole weekend with her, and I couldn't even see her-"

"Hey," I interrupt Minjun, running my fingers through his hair. "Stop fighting, please. He stayed with me because he was sick, but I'll spend equal time with both of you from now on, okay?"

"Yes..." Minjun calms down and focuses back on his homework, but Jungkook stands up. "She kisses, hugs, and cuddles you all the time, but you're still gonna complain just 'cause I ask for half of what you get from her," he walks back to the kitchen angrily.

I lean closer to Minjun and brush my hand over his cheek. "Don't answer, okay?" I whisper, telling him to not indulge in the argument anymore. He nods to me, still hurt by the situation. I press a kiss on his head and stand up.

I walk up to Jungkook and stop him before he could leave. "Why are you so moody since this morning?" I ask him, the obvious change since last night hanging heavily between us. "I don't know," he drops his spoon in the sink and grabs a bottle of water on the counter.

I catch his wrist and trap him against the kitchen counter, demanding answers. "You don't know?"

He meets my gaze, his eyes filled with indifference. "No. I don't. Sometimes, I get out of bed on the wrong side, and nothing goes right the more I go on with my day. And today is just a dogshit one."

"It happens to me too, so I understand, but you just need to tell me what's going on so I can help you. We'll play a game, we'll go out for a walk, we'll do whatever you need to feel better. Just come up to me and tell me, 'I'm not feeling in a good mood. I don't wanna talk about it. Can we just go out and get some fresh air?' And we'll do it," I tell him, his features softening.

"You literally just told me the opposite a second ago," he twists my words. "It's different. If you or Minjun needs this type of moment, I'll do it, and I know you'll both understand."

He breathes out and licks his lips. "Fine. So if I'm having a bad day and you're home, will you let me spend some time with you?"

"If you need it and don't just want it, then yes. I'll take care of you, and I'll do the same for your little brother. It's different from just hanging out and having fun while the other one feels left out," I answer. "What if I always need it?"

"Now you're just lying," I smile and turn away, going back to his little brother. "I'm not lying, though."

"Whatever, and also," I quickly turn around before getting back to the table, his body bumping into mine. "You apologize to him," I whisper as he swallows some water. He shakes his head and goes back to his seat.

"I'm serious," I stare into his eyes, waiting for him to do it. "I can see that. You're even prettier like that," he says with a smile, and I can't help falling for it. "Prettier when I'm angry? That doesn't make sense."

"I'm just saying it in the most respectful manner. Pretty isn't the right word," he responds, his eyes now fixed on his book, a smirk across his face. 'Yeah, keep quiet now," I smile and lean back.

40 minutes later...

"I'm done doing my homework," Minjun joins me in the kitchen as I am cooking dinner. "I'm proud of you, sweetheart," I smile, patting his head. "Move away from her," Jungkook comes up to me as well, wrapping his arms around his little brother. He picks him up and takes him away. "Hug me instead."

"No," Minjun says, not showing him affection as he usually does. "Why? That breaks my heart, you know."

"You don't care anymore, so I don't want to," he replies, causing me pain with such horrible assumptions.

I turn around and check up on them sitting at the table. "What the hell are you saying?" Jungkook lowers his voice, putting his little brother down on his lap. "I'll always care about you. I like when you hug me. I love you, you dumbass."

He has his own way of expressing his love.

"You don't want to spend time with me anymore, liar," he pouts. "That's not true. I was just sick these days, so I couldn't. And school has been difficult too," he explains to him. "We'll play this weekend if you want, and I'll build your Lego car with you too. How does that sound?"

"Good. That makes me happy," he responds with a smile, and I feel a sense of contentment and relief wash over me. "We'll do this then," he kisses his head and puts him back on the floor before standing up.

He ruffles Minjun's hair and smiles, and the little one runs to me. He throws his arms around me and looks up at me. "Do you need help with something? Can I set the table?"

I comb his hair, pushing his bangs back. "You can do it if you want," I reply, Jungkook inching closer to wrap his arms around me from the side. "Come on, set the table so I can hug her more."

"I changed my mind," he giggles and wraps his arms around me tighter, and Jungkook pushes my back to force me to move forth, squeezing his way between my body and the counter behind me.

"What are you doing? The food is gonna burn if you don't let me go," I say, both of them asking for my attention. "You're more important than food, though," Jungkook replies, annoying his little brother by making a mess in his hair. "No, I'm not. So, you, my little one, you can set the table," I address Minjun and grip Jungkook's arms. "And you, you move away."

While Minjun listens and does as told, Jungkook whines and crushes me in his embrace. "You can cook while I hug you, can't you?" he speaks in my ear, his warm breath and beautiful voice sending shivers down my spine.

"No, I can't. I can't focus if you do that," I reply, dragging him to the pot on the stove. "Why is that?"

"It's distracting," I use the only reason I can think of, and I feel him smile.

"You never say that when Minjun hugs you while you cook," he states, knowing he has a point. I smile without saying anything, stirring in the food. "Go help your brother."

"Tell me why I'm distracting and not him then," he does not let go of this, making it hard to stay focused on the meal. I set myself up for this one. "Because...he's quieter and smaller."

"I'll be quieter if you want me to," he responds. I do not speak but add spices to the food, loving the warmth of his fit body against mine. I know this is wrong, but I cannot control it anymore.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asks, making sure I am okay with this. "No, you're not," I tell the truth. "But the more you hug me, the more your jealousy worsens. I know it, so it's not a good thing."

"You're wrong for being right," he moves against me, his phone, which I can feel against my butt, vibrating in his pocket. "All that matters is that I'm right," I grab a spoon as he took one arm away from me to check his phone.

"Hm, no," he denies, and Minjun comes back. "Did you not want Daddy to marry her because you want to marry her instead?" he blurts out. "You talk way too much, you goofy. Go away," he playfully pushes him away. "No!" he punches his thigh.

"You damn brat," Jungkook laughs and fights back, moving back from me. I let them both play with one another like most boys do, and I make sure dinner will be good.

– Four days later –

Friday, February 2nd, 2024.

7 am.

As I finally come inside Mister Jeon's house, I put my stuff down on the table and take Minjun in my arms. "Hello," he smiles at me, happy to see me when I usually don't spend this day of the week with them.

"Good morning," I say, holding him close. "What's that?" Jungkook notices the clothes I brought with me. "It's for tonight," I pat Minjun's head as he steps towards the dress.

"Tonight?" Jungkook bends over the table and grabs the clothing, taking a closer look at it.