pink nails ━ﾞ
⤿ character(s) ― ash island x female!reader
⤿ genre ― fluff ‘ oneshot
⤿ synopsis ― your sister leaves her daughter with you despite your protests.
⤿ trigger warnings ― n/a.
⤿ word count ― 1.0k.
⤿ notes ― i wrote this in 3rd person because i’m testing out the waters for a little bit. i don’t know if i’m going to continue to write in 3rd person. so if this flops, oh well. ( n/n ), means niece’s name and ( s/n ), means sister’s name.
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The annoying sound of arguing had filled the air, two shouting voices being heard from the kitchen where two women were arguing back and forth with one another, one much angrier than the other.
The pair were sisters. The one on the left was the older, while the one on the right was the younger one. The older raised her hand, putting it in her younger sister’s face, “I don’t have time, ( y/n ). All I’m asking is for you to watch her for a few hours. This is a last-minute meeting and I need to be here.”
“THEN TAKE HER WITH YOU!” ( y/n ) growled, slamming her hand down on the marble kitchen countertop, ignoring the sudden pain that had risen from the palm of her hand slapping the hard surface.
The younger continued “I’m tired of you walking all over me, ( s/n )! You can’t keep dropping your kid off here. Especially not when you KNEW I was spending time with Jinyoung today. It’s going to be a while before I get to see him again.”
“She’s your niece, ( y/n ), she’s not just a kid!”
“I love how that’s the ONLY thing you chose to hear from what I said! That shows you like to cherry-pick.”
The older rolled her eyes, grabbing her purse and putting it on her shoulder, “I don’t have time for this. I’ll be back in a couple of ho―”
“( s/n ), if you leave ( n/n ) here so help me GOD, I’m calling, Mom―”
“Love ya, sis. Tell ( n/n ) I’ll be back in a few hours,” ( s/n ) ruffled her younger sister’s hair, sliding out of the kitchen and through the front door in only a matter of seconds like a flash of light.
( y/n ) growled under her breath, before letting out a tired sigh as she accepted the situation. Sitting on the sofa in the living room was a lonesome glittery pink backpack that had belonged to her niece.
Seeing as it was lonesome, both her niece and her boyfriend of two years had disappeared, probably off to her room. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that it was open, its pink zipper on the other side, revealing the pink fluffy insides of the backpack, which was filled with coloring books, a half-done workbook, a few toys ranging from Barbie dolls to action figures of 90s’ and early 00s’ that she showed interested in much to her mother’s dismay because they were “boy toys”. But ( y/n ) couldn’t deny her niece and got her the action figures anyways, telling her there was no such thing as boy and girl toys, just toys.
The young woman shoved her hands into her sweatpants pockets, muttering on and on about how this wasn’t her responsibility, which it wasn’t, “But I’m the bad guy because I just wanted to spend time with Jinyoung when I haven’t seen him in about two weeks because of our clashing schedules. ‘She’s not just a kid, ( y/n )’ She’s your niece,” She mocked her sister in a funny tone, as she inched down the long hall in both defeat and anger.
She heard an unfamiliar voice coming from her room, making her raise an eyebrow. Slowly, she peered into the room, coming across an expected sight.
Sitting on her bed were two figures, one much bigger than the other. Her niece sat with her legs crossed, sitting tall and proud as she watched the tv across the screen, some old school cartoon was playing and had the 6-year-old’s full attention. In her left hand, she held a ponytail holder for the man behind her.
Behind her sat Jinyoung, brushing the young girl’s hair with one hand, the other holding her hair in place. ( y/n ) blinked at the sight of her boyfriend doing her niece’s hair.
He could do hair? Why didn’t he tell her this? Had he done this before? Many questions arose in her mind as she watched from the door, Jinyoung taking the ponytail holder and tying up ( n/n )’s into a high ponytail. The young man put the brush to the side of him as he braided her ponytail, before clasping his hands together, proud of his work, “Finished.”
A look of glee appeared across the young girl’s face, as she grabbed a small handheld mirror that she grabbed from the bathroom to look at her hair, “Wow, it’s pretty. You did really good, Uncle Jinyoung! I like it! Mom can’t braid so I’ve gotten my hair braided before.”
An involuntary smile appeared on ( y/n )’s face, watching the sight in front of her. She never recalled the two being so close, especially not this close.
“Uncle Jinyoung, huh?”
The young girl and her hairstylist Uncle looked to the door to see just the woman they were looking for. The same smile appeared on both of their faces.
“You two are starting to look similar.”
Her niece hopped off the bed, running over to her and hugging her by the thighs, “Aunt ( y/n ), look what Uncle Jinyoung did to my hair! It’s pretty, right?”
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Now I’m going to do his nails!”
“His nails?!”
A concerned expression appeared on the woman’s face as she looked to her boyfriend, who had only scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “I kind of promised her, I would let her paint my nails pink.”
( n/n ) dashed out of the room, darting toward the living room where her backpack sat, deep inside the brightest pink shade she had, read as stolen from her mother’s counter.
“A promise, huh?”
“Yeah...you do still have nail polish remover, right?”
“You’re not going to remove my niece’s hard work when she leaves. I’m going to make you suffer a little while longer.