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danna drove back to her house and led yoongi inside with his son. she hurried to the kitchen with him and the child in tow. once there, she rapidly grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and poured milk into them. handing one to yoongi, she instructed with a gesture of her head. "the microwave is over there. go heat it up and give it to your son before he wakes everyone in this house." her parents' bedroom was on the far end of the top floor and there was no risk of waking them. but the service was just down the hall and she didn't want them to see her with a guy in the house or else she could get in trouble with her parents who were pretty conservative.

yoongi took the glass of milk in his hand and took it to one side of the room where there was a microwave oven on the counter top. while the milk heated up, he sat his son on the kitchen island and held the crying child there. danna went to a crystal bowl of fruit on the kitchen table and grabbed a banana for her mother.

she half ran up the stairs and down the hall to give her mother the food. her fist collided with the door to knock and soon came her mother's voice. "come in."

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so the second time he and i talked was a month later.

for context, i was training to become a manager under the people department. so i had to ask new employees about their experience on the job so far, and their hobbies. and A was new, so i had to approach him.

there were three new employees, two boys and one girl. one of the boys (not A) only spoke spanish. and i thought it was A.

so i walk up and ask him something in spanish. he took one look at me, annoyed af. and said, "i speak english." i wanted to hide under a rock. >.<

-clary