It was around six in the evening as Yoongi got out of his room.

Jimin had stayed for dinner and stayed playing with Naho in her room as Yoongi seemed to clean the kitchen.

Naho and her new friend were fully emerged in a doll fantasy when Yoongi came in.

The boy chuckled as he saw his little sister with a wide smile, a tall barbie doll in one hand playing with his classmate who also, had a doll in his hand.

"I'll be going. Naho, be good and go to sleep early okay?" He said as he looked at the girl with a mixture of authority and kindness.

The girl nodded in a smile before she resumed her game with a confused Jimin.

Was he going to see someone? Maybe go partying? Clubbing? Mayb-

"He's off to work." Naho said.

Jimin's eyes widened. How did she know what he was thinkin-

"It's because you were staring at the door." She simply said.

Jimin's eyes widened before he smiled.

"You can go home you know." The girl said as she let go of her doll and looked at the ground.

"No, I like playing with Naho." Jimin said in a smile.

Naho's shoulders slight pulled up as a smile stretched the corner of her lips.

Cute. Jimin thought.

***

Yoongi entered his part-time job. Dropping his jacket in the lockers as he took out his uniform.

He keeped his black jeans but took his shirt off, revealing his toned chest.

"Who knew you were this ripped." A voice said behind him.

Yoongi turned around, recognising his co-worker.

"Thanks?"

"You should hurry though, chef is already waiting."

Yoongi sighed before he nodded.

"Thanks Hoseok." He said before sliding into his apron.

"I'll never get over how hot you look with that apron." Hoseok complimented as he tied his own apron around his hips.

"That's a really unusual kink."

Yoongi simply said as he walked past him and walked through the doors.

The small boy was instantly hit with the strong smell of fried food and the heat of the stoves. He walked through the aisles as he secured his bangs away from his face with a headband.

He rolled up his sleeves and took a deep breath.

His ears were buzzing, the loud shouts from the chefs and the stressful talks of the cooks.

The atmosphere was hot and tense.

"Suga what the fuck are you doing! Get to work!" His superior shouted before slapping an order on his chest and stomping away, already shouting at another employee.

Yoongi ran to his station before looking at the order.

"Red velvet cupcake." He read.

He ran to get the ingredients before settling on his station. Already feeling exhausted he measured the ingredients and started preparing the batter.

"Suga! What are you doing! It's been five minutes already!"

"Sorry chef!" The said boy shouted as he mixed faster, already feeling pain in his arm.

He poured the batter in the molds before popping everything in the oven.

His boss came in with a full tray of 30 cupcakes.

"I need these decorated as "blackpink" cupcakes in 15 minutes. Get to work!" The chef yelled.

Yoongi nodded, already feeling beads of sweat form on his forehead.

This was going to be a long night.