C A L I F O R N I A

12 ᴘᴍ

"Is that Chul?"

Jungkook slowly looked over his shoulder to see his son digging through a woman's purse. He dropped his jacket in Sora's arms, and rushed over to the table. The woman widened her eyes as she looked down at the boy rummaging through her things.

"Oh my goodness." She covered her mouth, as the guests at her table stood out of their seats to see.

"I'm so sorry ma'am." Jungkook apologized as he took Chul into his arms.

He hugged his son tightly, kissing the top of his head, while the young boy had no clue what even happened. Jungkook smiled to Sora, and together, they went to tell Jimin and Faye.

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"It's been ten minutes." Faye worriedly glanced up at the wall clock. "What if we lost him?"

"Faye." Jimin softly mumbled her name, leading her eyes to his.

"We'll find him."

Without realizing, the precious space between them has faded away. Faye could feel Jimin's knees hitting hers, as their bodies faced each other. As for Jimin, there was no where else to look, but at her eyes.

"Fa—

Jungkook's words slowly faded as both him and Sora stood by the waiting area. Jimin quickly pulled back, moving away from Faye. An uncomfortable silence filled the room, as no one knew what to say.

"He found Chul." Jimin tried to chime in, as he felt bad for putting Faye in this position.

Faye gulped as she slowly stood from the seat. She headed towards her husband, grabbing Chul from his arms. She showered her son with kisses all over his chubby cheeks. Sora gave a forced smile as she watched Faye and her son, but was burning on the inside. Things were going to be very different now.

"Let's go home." Jungkook weakly smiled as he grabbed his jacket from Sora's arms.

The car ride was mostly silent, except for Amina and Chul's occasional whining. Jimin knew he fucked up, but he didn't know how to make it up to Jungkook.

Jungkook unlocked the front door, flipping on all the light switches as he walked inside. The kids ran into the living room, playing as they usually would. Sora hesitantly approached Jimin as he was taking off his jacket. She gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"We need to talk." She crossed her arms.

"Where." Jimin sighed, knowing he was in trouble.

"Upstairs." Sora slightly frowned as she spoke.

Jimin hesitantly followed his wife up to their guest room, shutting the door behind him. Sora crossed her arms, as she sat along the edge of their king sized bed, wrinkling the beautiful golden sheets.

He raised his brows as she glared him. "Should I sit next to you, or are you just gonna punch me?"

"I'll probably punch you, so it's best you stay over there." Sora casually admitted.

"Whatever you're thinking, it's not true." Jimin quickly made himself clear.

"Do you think I'm an idiot, Jimin?"

"Well—

"You're not supposed to answer." She narrowed her eyes.

"Listen, I was just making her feel better while her son was fucking missing. Sora, do you know how it feels to lose your kid in the middle of California?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sora lowered a brow.

"Uh." Jimin pursed his lips as he look at Sora. "I don't know, what are you talking about?"

"How you lost Chul. . ."

Jimin bit the inside of his cheek before nervously laughing. "I was definitely talking about that too."

"But you said—"

"No I didn't." Jimin beamed a smile as he gently grabbed Sora's shoulders.

"I—

"Shh, you talk too much." Jimin whispered as he placed his finger against her lips. "How about you let my body do the talking?"

Sora's eyes widened as Jimin pushed her back onto the bed. "Jimin, what are you doing?"

Jimin lowered himself, until his lips met hers. She couldn't deny that he was a great kisser, as he was definitely used to kissing so many girls before her.

Sora wrapped her arms around Jimin's neck, as he lifted her in his arms. The two of them haven't had such romance since they moved to their apartment.

Meanwhile, Jungkook and Faye sat across from one another in the family room. He poured himself a hot cup of tea, as he crossed his legs. Faye let out a quiet sigh as she glanced down at the floor.

"You have no reason to be mad."

Jungkook raised his brows. "Really?"

"I didn't do anything wrong okay?" Faye crossed her arms. "The thing that frustrates me the most is how you can sit there and fucking flirt with another girl right in front of me, but when Jimin is literally just staring at me, you make such a big deal!"

"I'm flirting with another girl?" Jungkook narrowed his eyes as he stood. "Are you talking about Sora?"

"No, I'm talking about Jimin." Faye sarcastically hissed. "Yes, I'm talking about Sora. . ."

"How am I flirting with Sora?"

"Don't even start with me Jungkook, you know exactly what I mean. The way you two have been giggling non stop with each other and you treated her so nicely. Just admit that you like her."

"So because I'm nice to someone, I like them?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"If you can't see what you're doing wrong, then I don't see myself living here much longer."

"What do you mean you and Faye are getting a divorce?" Sora widened her eyes as she heard the news from Jungkook.

"Things aren't working out between us." Jungkook sighed. "She thinks I like you and not her."

"Why would she think that?" Sora lowered her brow.

"Maybe because of how nice I treat you, but in all honesty, I'm only doing that because of how kind you've been to me. Faye's never acted like a good wife, so I don't think it's fair that she's now gonna complain and say I'm in the wrong." Jungkook groaned, while pulling at his hair.

"Jungkook, I'm so sorry." Sora's lips trembled.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because ever since Jimin and I got here, we've just made things worse. I feel awful knowing I'm the cause of your divorce." She used her sleeves to wipe her eyes.

"That's the thing." Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek. "This was happening long before you guys arrived."

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"You're what?!"

"Jungkook and I are getting a divorce."

Jimin blinked a couple times. "and why the hell are you doing that?"

"We keep fighting—

"Oh no no no." Jimin waved his hands in front of him. "Every fucking couple fights, so don't come at me with that 'we're fighting' bullshit. You know what you two need, fucking couples therapy."

"I don't think couples therapy will w—

"It will work." Jimin insisted.

"If you could just stop cutting me off, that'd be great, thank you." Faye forced a smile.

"Sorry." Jimin sighed. "Go ahead."

"I was just saying how I don't really think couples therapy will work because it's not like we just have one tiny problem that needs to get solved. It's our entire relationship that's at stake right now."

"Big words sweetheart, all I heard was tiny and steak." Jimin rested his chin in his hands.

"It's—not—going—to—work." Faye frowned as she exaggerated the pronunciation of each word.

"Much better." Jimin smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "So couples therapy?"

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AUTHORS NOTE

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I'm sorry for the really long wait, but I finally got

into writing again! I hope all of you enjoyed this short update. Feel free to check out my new book, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ if you'd like. It's sort like a crack fic, but better in my opinion. Bye, love ya ♡