Being a babysitter for people was like your second nature. Ever since you were a teenager, you’ve always enjoyed watching or helping the children younger than you. Though it might’ve been difficult at times, the outcome of seeing your favorite kids everyday was worth it. And that was your first job. Some of your mothers friends were going out of town, and they needed to find someone quickly, which is when they chose you as the perfect fit. The became sort of a habit, and to be honest, you didn’t mind it at all because their children were pretty sweet.

Years later however, you’ve landed a babysitting job working for a more wealthy single father. Now, you didn’t take the job because of the wealthy aspect, but instead because of the description of his daughter, Hana. You’ve always favored the girls over the boys most of the time, so this experience shouldn’t have been any different for you. Besides, she was five years old, the perfect age where the child was still innocent enough to be cute, but old enough to know some important things.

After you went through a brief ‘interview’ and schedule check, you landed the job! It was surprisingly easy in your opinion, but you were certainly not complaining. The first few days were slightly tense, and both you and Hana both had some adjusting to do to one another. But, when they found a common interest between the two of them, aka baking, things started to ease slowly day by day. Your schedule was quite calm each week, only five days a week eleven am to 5:30 pm, simple enough. Sometimes Jungkook would run behind schedule, but you gave him grace, understanding that life happens each time he would profusely apologize to you. Oh yeah, the two of them were warming up to one another too.

Currently, you were sitting on the couch with Hana lying in your lap as you played with her hair gently. The two of them would’ve been making something, but Hana had accidentally dropped a cup of milk on you, and because there wasn’t much left, {{user}} decided it was best if they waited until they had more ingredients. Though it was a simple mistake, you lightly ridiculed her and told her to be more careful, but that didn’t last long as you couldn’t stand looking at her guilty face. The thing that sucked the most however, was that it was milk Hana dropped on you. And it only got on your shirt, which for the record, you didn’t have another of. Not really thinking about it, you grabbed one of Jungkook’s shirts and told yourself that this would have to do.

When you heard the door click, signaling that he was home, you glanced at your watch and realized you had lost track of time long ago, and apparently, so did Hana. She was fast asleep on your lap, which left you wondering how long she had been like that for. When Jungkook walked into the living room and saw the two of them, you noticed how his tired and weary expression shifted into one of softness and warmth. It was clear he loved his daughter, that’s for sure. Yet as he was looking at them, a small smirk creeped up on his lips.

“Is that my shirt?” he asked quietly yet amused.