"I said Mr Sugar!" The girl responded, proudly. The children watched her in awe as she squared her shoulders at the pink headed man. Yoongi was disgusted by the little girl and offended by the name, but for the sake of the owner next to him, he kept his cool. "Why though?" He asked her.

The girl, who mustn't have been more than four, quickly got up from her crossed leg pose on the floor. "Because," She stated in her little high pitched voice, "Your hair looks like cotton candy! But Mr Cotton Candy is too long for a name!" The other children around her hummed in agreement, watching her every move. Yoongi was still confused. They could see he obviously wasn't going to be a nice teacher like Mrs Moore, so why the name of something sweet? Why not call him Mr Salty or something?

"I still don't understand." Yoongi confessed to the girl, who sighed in response. He could already tell this kid was going to be the bitchy smart kid. He could probably manage the annoying rambunctious children, or the quiet ones, but the boisterous bossy ones that scrutinized his every action? They were going to be a pain.

Never mind, I could just send her to timeout for the whole day. Problem dusted.

"Mommy says that cotton candy has too much sugar in it, and that's why it's bad to eat. So instead of Mr Cotton Candy, I'll call you Mr Sugar." The girl explained, and the children around her 'woahed' and 'oohed' at her words.

Then something catastrophic happened. One child began a possessed chant that carried all throughout the group of children. "Mr Sugar! Mr Sugar! Mr Sugar!" The children cheered, giggling amongst themselves.

Yoongi was nothing short of wanting to kick the little gremlins up into the atmosphere where no one would ever have to see them again. Along with that, he thought that maybe he should just turn around and go back to Chicago. He was sure being shot by his father was a fate nicer than this.

Then again, that would be stupid. He had already moved to Chicago and got this job. He couldn't turn back now. He would just have to deal with the annoying kid.

After waiting for the children to quiet down, as they were told to do by Mrs Moore, Yoongi turned to the girl with a sneer. "And what's your name?" The girl tossed her hair behind her ear. "My name is Rhonda. R-H-O-N-D-A." She spelt out, using her fingers as she said each letter.

"You have an old grandma name." Yoongi snickered immaturely, causing the girl to turn her nose up at him, her hands on her hips as if she was a middle aged woman. "And you're name rhymes with Yucky!"

The children all laughed as Yoongi turned red in the face. It wasn't a perfectly matched rhyme but they did sound similar enough for it to be a worthy roasting and enough to make Yoongi embarrassed.

Rhonda was now his nemesis child. He didn't care that he was biased; this girl was going to be the kid he sent to the corner for just... existing.

Immaturely, he poked his tongue out at the girl, who leered arrogantly at him in response as she returned to her seat on the floor. Mrs Moore turned to Yoongi with a slightly confused look but brushed it off as she looked past Yoongi to Jungkook, who was mentally cowering in the corner. "And you are?"

Jungkook looked around at the children with wide, doe eyes. If anything, he looked like he was in a room full of venomous snakes. Shaking, he introduced himself. "I-I'm Jungk-kook." He stuttered, freezing upon seeing the children blinking at him for several minutes like little robots.

And, just as had happened to Yoongi, also happened to Jungkook.

"Mr Cookie!" One child piped up, and the other children cheerily followed. Jungkook looked petrified, but it was ignored by the class. Mrs Moore giggled from beside the two men. "I think they actually like you." She commented. Yoongi sent her a gritted smile in return. He really didn't give a flying fuck whether the children liked him. He wasn't there so children would like him; he was there so that he'd have money to fix the damn apartment he lived in.

He just wanted to get this whole day over with.

.

.

.

"The puzzle piece fits here." Yoongi told the little blonde girl beside him as they sat on the floor together, doing a puzzle. Yoongi had been trying to tell the girl for ages that the puzzle piece he was holding would only fit in one place, but the girl obnoxiously denied it, taking the puzzle piece from him and shoving it into a place it didn't belong. It was getting on Yoongi's nerves more than he had thought it would.

"It fits here, Mr Sugar!" The girl exclaimed, shoving it into the wrong place. Yoongi sighed loudly, sending the little girl a glare as he yanked the piece off her hands.

"How old are you?" He asked the girl, knowing well she was only near the age of five and therefore had nowhere near the knowledge he had.

"I'm four!" The little girl declared, holding four fingers up above her head.

"Exactly!" Yoongi began, pointing to her, "You're four," - he pointed to himself - "and I'm twenty eight. What do you think that means?"

"It means you're old." The girl scoffed, causing Yoongi to scowl. "No, it means I know more than you." The girl shook her head incessantly. "Nope, you don't." She stated, looking upon the pink haired man with a triumphant grin.

"Yes, I do." Yoongi objected, getting a little too riled up at the small child.

"Do not." The girl protested, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue out at him.

"I do."

"Nope, you don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Yes.I.Do." Yoongi growled, his teeth grinding together as he peered down at the little girl, who craned up her neck to do the same to him.

"No.You.Don't." She gritted back, "Because if you did, you would know that the puzzle piece belongs..." She grabbed the puzzle piece out of his hands and shoved it back into the wrong place, "Here." Yoongi looked at her and then at the puzzle piece, his jaws clenching together in frustration. "You know what?" He exasperated as he suddenly got up, pointing a digit down into her face, "You're impossible."

"I'm not impossible, I'm Holly." The girl insisted, looking up at him with a confused expression on her tilted face.

Yoongi sighed exhaustedly.

I should have just worked at McDonald's instead. 

A/N:

Hello, hope you're enjoying!

For some reason I've been coddling this book like its my golden child when I've got like a million other books to update.

Speaking of other books - its weird, the other day I had a dream that my book 'Stay at home' was a movie, and I was watching it in the cinema. The part I was watching was young Hoseok in some jacket and jeans in an alleyway or something. Anyway, I actually thought it was real life and then woke up and realized that 'Stay at home' is just my Wattpad book:(

If you haven't read it yet, you should. It's probably my favorite out of all my books. 

My least favorite is 'I ruined a mafia fanfiction' (my first book), like sure its funny and all but it's just so grammatically incorrect that I hate reading it. Don't read it, its cursed. 

Anyway, thanks for listening to my rant and I'll see you in the next one!