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"you didn't give him his glass of milk, did you?" she guessed from the other line, annoyance lacing her every word. sometimes, she still thought he only called just to bother her, and he used their son as an excuse.

yoongi mentally facepalmed himself.

"i can't believe you don't even know your son's nightly routine--" she started disapprovingly.

but he cut her off, his sentence coming out as though it were one long word. "of-course-i-know-my-son-who-do-you-think-you're-talking-to?-goodbye-ara."

and with that he hung up his phone. 

looking towards his still crying three year old son, he heaved a sigh and scooped him up in his arms easily. "problem solved, champ." he said words of praise that were more of a reassurance to himself. "let's go to the kitchen and get you that warm glass of milk."

-

another little update for you all tonight. i think i'm going to write maybe one more, and then i'm going to work on my red bullet series fics for a bit. then i'm going to have something to eat, get in the shower, and then in bed because i have to get up early to go to work tomorrow morning.

so today i was informed that i would be closing on march 24th, and i am not really looking forward to it tbh. because we are open 24hrs, and the closing shift is from 8pm to 4am. 

that means i'll be dead by the time i finish my shift. 

i just hope i don't fall asleep or something. 

-clary