There was an awkward silence between the two adults before the woman spoke up, her lips upturning into an uneasy smile. "I'm just here to speak to Mrs Moore." She repeated.

Suddenly aware that he was practically ogling the woman into discomfort, Yoongi shook himself out of his trance. "Uh...Yeah." He stuttered, trying to bring himself to remember the old woman while he was staring at this beautiful Aphrodite in front of him. "She's uh..." He pointed towards the office, which was in a separate building beside the classroom. "She's in there."

The woman's tense smile relaxed. "Great, thanks." She bid him a wave before heading over to the other building. Yoongi watched as she walked away, his eyes never leaving the flowing raven hair that swayed as she walked. When she disappeared into the door to the office, Yoongi slammed the door of the classroom shut.

He turned abruptly to the children, who were now all finished with their work and waiting for his next command. He looked over them in silence, his mind venturing back to the woman. Whose mother was she?

He waved his hands to the kids, ushering them to follow him as he made his way to the carpet on which the children sat at the start of the class. One by one, the children left their chairs at the table and totted over to the carpet. When they were all there, Yoongi spoke up. "Whose mom is the lady who was at the door just then?"

Rhonda titled her head in confusion. "What lady?" The other children copied her, chanting little 'what lady's and 'huh's at the pink haired man.

Yoongi groaned in annoyance. "The lady that was just at the door, you know?"

Roshanna shook her head. "Nope, we don't." The other children hummed in agreement with her.

Great. Now I have to explain what she looks like. "She has brown hair and eyes and hearing aids-"

"Oh! That's my mom!" Jiwoo piped up giddily. "She has hearing aids because when she was a little girl she got really sick and her ears don't work as good! She's so pretty, though!"

Yoongi, along with the rest of the class, looked over at the girl. "That's your mom?" Jiwoo had been picked up by her grandmother – or what Yoongi assumed was her grandmother - the day before and so Yoongi hadn't seen the girl's mother.

The girl nodded.

"Great. You are now my favourite child." Yoongi told the girl, who beamed with his praise. He turned blankly to the rest of the children. "To everybody else – get back to work."

"AWWWW!" The children groaned as they got up off the mats, slightly dejected as they made their ways back to the table where their drawings were.

When the clock struck three, Yoongi was eager to see the young woman again. However, again, the only one to come pick Jiwoo up was her grandmother. This did not put Yoongi in the greatest mood.

He and Jungkook took the bus back to the apartment complex in silence. Despite the fact that Jungkook had been silently sitting behind Yoongi's chair at the daycare all day, it didn't bother Yoongi. He was too invested in knowing more about Jiwoo's mother. Was she single? What was her name?

What was her shampoo brand? It smelt gorgeous. Yoongi could still smell it now – the faint scent of lavender that ghosted her figure.

Wait. Now he was just sounding weird. He was very attracted to the woman, but just as Jimin had said, he should not get into any friendships, let alone relationships. And he didn't even know this woman. For all he knew, she could be sent from his father.

Ok, that was a little too paranoid, but still...

Not to mention the fact that he felt like a creep as he thought about her so much.

As soon as they got into the apartment, Yoongi was quick to wash away the grotty little remains of the day from himself – in brown, rusty water. Maybe I should just go down to the beach and shower at those free showers there. He thought as he rubbed himself with the cheap thinning soap he had bought from the convenience store near the day-care.

Inspecting the paper thin soap that was breaking apart in his hands, Yoongi sighed. "Better do some shopping tomorrow." He muttered to himself.

When he got out of the bathroom, Jungkook was standing at his door, freshly clean in a borrowed pair of Yoongi's clothes. "I had dinner." He smiled.

Yoongi pushed him aside. "Cool. That's great. What did you have?"

"There was a tin of tuna in the cupboard." Jungkook bubbled.

Yoongi frowned, turning to the boy. "Did you check the use-by date?"

The boy nodded. "It said the date for today."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, turning to walk into the kitchen. "Don't blame me if you get food poisoning."

Jungkook's eyes widened, bounding after Yoongi. "The food has poison in it?!"

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As the night grew older and the moon rose further into the sky, Yoongi was slipping into bed, his cousin doing the same.

It was quiet for a minute before Jungkook piped up, his voice muffled by the sheet that was over his face. "Could you sing me a lullaby?"

"What?"

"A lullaby. Mom and dad always sing me a lullaby before I go to sleep, and I miss it." Jungkook pouted, looking down at the bedsheet he was tucked into.

Yoongi's brows bridged. "A lullaby?!" He snarled. "Jungkook, you're 23 years old!"

"I knew! I knew! I knew you would say that!" Jungkook whined childishly, tucking his arms into each other. "I just miss mom and dad! Can you please just sing me a lullaby?" Yoongi's face was blank. "Pllleaassee?" Jungkook begged.

Yoongi sighed loudly. He had slight empathy for the boy. As someone who had loving parents growing up, of course he was going to miss them. "Alright." He gave in. "But only one."

Jungkook's eyes lit up like the fourth of July as he bounded up into sitting position, waiting for Yoongi to sing.

"I don't know what to sing." Yoongi deadpanned. He had never been sung a lullaby and had never sung one.

Jungkook gave him a wide smile. "It's ok! I'll show you!" He assured the older man. "So it goes – Go to sleep, close your eyes, don't wake up till morning light. Mommy and daddy will hold you tight. We'll all live happily. " He sung. "Did you get it?"

Yoongi nodded. He kind of got it.

"Good." Said Jungkook, lying back down beside Yoongi. "Now, hold my hand." He outstretched his hand for Yoongi to hold.

Yoongi's face contorted in disgust. "That's weird. I'm not doing that." He watched as Jungkook's eyes began to water, his lips puckering into a childish pout.

Yoongi sighed. "Alright, whatever." He grasped the younger boy's hand, making him smile widely. Yoongi hated to admit to himself that seeing his cousin smile made him feel warm inside. Holding his hand felt like the family he had never had. He brushed the feeling off, though. It was stupid to feel that way. Family is just a social construct. It didn't matter. There was no love in family. Love was a lie. "Let's get this over with." He muttered bitterly.

"Go to sleep, close your eyes." He watched as Jungkook's eyes slowly closed. "Don't wake up ever-"

Jungkook's eyes suddenly popped open, and he looked at Yoongi with a frown. "No, no no." He corrected. "It's meant to go – Don't wake up till morning light."

"Right." Yoongi deadpanned. Jungkook laid back down, and snuggling into the covers, he closed his eyes again. "Go to sleep, close your eyes. Don't wake up till morning light. Mommy and daddy will hold you tight-" Yoongi's voice started to get emotional. He could feel the tears brimming on his eyelids. Brushing them away, he finished the song in a rush. "And we'll all live happily. Goodnight."

He quickly let go of his cousin's hand, burying himself into the bed sheet and pretending to sleep so the boy wouldn't annoy him. Jungkook's eyes popped open again, and he watched in bewilderment as his cousin made a fake snoring noise.

Poor Yoongi. He thought to himself, turning away from the man and snuggling back into the covers.

A/N: So what ya think?

Who is your favourite character?

And what was your favourite part???

 I have to admit my favourite part was the lullaby one, that was pretty fun to write. 

Anyway, stay healthy! Luv you my cucurachas!