N E W Y O R K

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"Please open the door." Jimin pleaded as he slid against the bathroom door. "I said I'm sorry like a million times already."

"That's only a million more times you'll call me a bitch." She yelled back.

"What else do I say?" He lifted his arms in defeat.

"Say it with meaning, Jimin." She mumbled, sniffling as she grabbed the pregnancy test in her hand.

Sora threw the stick in the trash can, before opening the bathroom door in which Jimin laid on. He fell on his back, rubbing his head as she shoved past him.

"Sora." Jimin groaned from the floor.

"Put an ice pack on it." She snarled, slamming the door to their room.

C A L I F O R N I A

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"Hey, come in, come in!" Jungkook enthusiastically greeted his many guests. There were still a couple families on the way, but there's always the early birds at every event.

"The food smells amazing Jungkook, did you finally start reading up those recipes I sent you?" One of the women joke.

"Ah, I couldn't have done it without the help of my beautiful wife." He placed his arm around her waist as she forced a smile.

That's what they were used to doing when guests would come over. They had to pretend everything was normal, and that they were in a happy marriage.

"I love what you've done to place Faye." The woman smiled, walking along with Faye as they toured the house.

It burned Jungkook, knowing that he did all this hard work, and people still thought that his lazy wife arranged the whole house. She didn't act like a mother should act, let's just say that.

"Jungkook?!" One of his friends, rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Jeez, you scared me." He chuckled, after sighing.

"You know, it's usually never this quiet around your house." He jokingly peaked behind the counter, surprising the little boy behind it.

"Gotcha!" He yelled as he carried Jungkook's four year old son.

"How old are you now Chul?" His friend asked the tiny boy in his arms.

Chul shyly covered his face, then lifted four of his small fingers. Jungkook beamed the happiest smile, using his thumbs to squish his sons cheeks.

"M-mama." He looked around the room, panicking as he didn't spot his mother.

"I'm gonna give him back to you." His friend lifted him towards Jungkook. "I can't handle crying kids."

"Mama's busy talking to Auntie Maria." Jungkook kissed the top of his son's head, setting him onto the floor so he could run around and play.

"So, tell me Jungkook.. How's life been?" His friend, opened a can of beer.

"You know, same old." Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

"Have you heard from Jimin recently?" The man asked, chugging his beer again.

"Ah, damn." Jungkook ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I said I'd call him, but I got so busy."

"Yeah, I talked to him two days ago."

"How's he holding up?" Jungkook asked as he laid the fried shrimp into a shiny white plate.

"This marks the fifth year since his parents have died, so things have been pretty rough for him and his wife."

Jungkook sighed, slowly shaking his head. "I should call him tomorrow morning."

He carried two plates to the dining table, setting them beside the beautiful white candle. His friend helped him with the rest of the food, since their wife's were busy touring the house.

Faye and her friend walked out to the back patio, gazing at the flowering garden and the blue poolside.

"Stay out of the water baby, I just bought those clothes." She advised her six year old daughter.

"Amina is the cutest little girl I've ever seen." Her friend cooed.

Jungkook and Faye both agreed that they would each get to name a child, due to the fact that they were two completely different ethnicities. She's purely Italian, while he's Korean. People often thought it was odd that the two children had very different names. They had to learn how to get used to it.

"She's the sassiest little girl too." Faye giggled as she watched her daughter cross her little arms.

"Who do you think she got it from?" Her friend joked, nudging her in the shoulder.

"You're being ridiculous now." Faye laughed, as she shook her head.

"Listen, I've been meaning to ask you this." The girl suddenly remarked. "Where'd you get that gorgeous dress from?"

Faye's smile turned into a straight line, as she remembered what Jungkook said. She looked down at the black dress, before pursuing his lips together.

"Are you okay?" Her friend held her shoulder.

"It's stupid." She laughed, while wiping a tear.

"It's okay, I won't judge you." She briefly hugged Faye as she spoke.

"Jungkook and I were arguing a couple seconds before you all arrived." She harshly tugged at her bottom lip. "He didn't like the way I was dressed, and he t— I'm being so ridiculous." She laughed.

"No, you're not being ridiculous. It's normal for couples to fight every once in a while."

"Yeah." She whispered. "Every once in a while."