CALIFORNIA

12 ᴘᴍ

"Amina, why are you crying baby?" Jungkook lifted her into his arms as she loudly sobbed.

"He's s-scary." She whimpered, while pointing at the man in the red suit.

"Really?" Jungkook pursed his lips as he tilted his head. "He doesn't look scary to me, it's just Santa, remember the guy from all the books and movies."

"I don't wanna see Santa." Amina pouted as she tightly hugged Jungkook.

"Well then you're not getting any presents." Jimin scoffed, thinking it would get her to listen.

Amina's eyes began to water again, before she let out another sob. Jungkook rolled his eyes as he looked over to Jimin. "Nice going dipshit."

"What?" Jimin defended himself. "I thought it would work."

"Now she's gonna be like this the entire day." He muttered, while wiping his daughters tears.

"Fine, I'll fix it." Jimin groaned as he stepped near the younger girl. "I remember when I was your age Amina, I used to always cry about meeting Santa, when one morning, my mom came into my room, ready to beat the sh— crap out of me. I opened my presents the night before Christmas, so she came into my room angry. I told her that Santa bought them, so it didn't concern her anyways. Then she broke the news to me and told me that Santa isn't real—"

"Jimin." Sora smacked the back of his head.

"What the hell was that for?" He lowered his brows, while rubbing his head.

"S-Santa's not real?" Amina looked at her dad with watering eyes.

"Of course he's real baby." Jungkook gave her a bright smile, not knowing how long he could keep this up. "Jimin's not the smartest guy around."

"Look—" Jimin pointed to Chul. "He doesn't cry about it."

He lifted the younger boy, and placed him in Santa's lap. "See, Chul's not crying—

"Someone get me a napkin!" The man dressed up as Santa, lifted his hands as vomit covered his sleeves.

—

"See what you do?" Jungkook muttered as he wiped his son's face in the boy's restroom.

Jimin rolled his eyes as he continued to pee in the urinal. "Jungkook, you're just jealous that I know how to take care of your children, and you don't."

"Now Amina thinks I'm a liar." Jungkook crossed both his arms. "She asks me if everything is real? She'll see a squirrel and say is that a real squirrel daddy?" Is that real poop? Is that a real person?"

"This soap smells amazing." Jimin was in awe as he smelt the purple foam in his hands. "It smells like a mixture of my baby powder and a—

"Jimin!" Jungkook shouted. "Focus."

"Sorry." He mumbled, and quickly washed his hands with water.

"Like I was saying, she a—" Jungkook let out a deep breath as Jimin turned the hand drawer on, making it impossible to hear.

Jimin moved his hands away from the dryer, while wiping them against his shirt. "What was that?"

"Let's just go." Jungkook hissed, as he dragged him out of the bathroom.

"Oh my god Jungkook." Jimin's eyes widened. "We left Chul."

"what?" He jumped back.

"Gotcha." Jimin gave him a devious smile before he moved to the side, showing the little boy that stood behind his legs. "That was a good one, wasn't it?"

"I hate you so much." Jungkook mumbled as he closed both of his eyes.

—

"How about this." Sora turned to Faye as they took Amina into a toy shop. "I'll find her some presents, while you stay here with Amina."

"Deal." Faye nodded. "She likes pony's, dolls, the little bracelet kits, really anything that's pink and glittery."

"Budget?" Sora asked as she raised her brow.

"Jungkook's credit card, now go." She shoved Sora forward, watching as she tried to navigate through the packed store.

Like Jimin said earlier, it's Christmas Eve Eve, so everyone's trying to get presents before the actual day comes. It was like Black Friday, but without all the sales. Faye held her daughter as she casually browsed around, trying to not make it seem like she's shoplifting or something.

Sora eyes brightened as she saw a glittery unicorn sitting on a clear shelf. It was glowing with silver, and pink sparkles, something Amina would love.

Sora bit down on her lip, trying to hide her grin, while she stepped toward the unicorn. She lifted both her hands, when suddenly, the stuffed toy disappeared from her sight. She quickly glanced behind her shoulder, narrowing her eyes at the woman who held it.

"Uh, excuse me ma'am." Sora greeted the woman with a smile. "That unicorn right there was kinda mine."

"Oh really?" The lady placed both her hands on her hips. "Did you make this unicorn?"

"N—no." Sora scrunched her nose.

"Then it's not yours, so find your own!" She hissed, before turning away.

Sora pushed her tongue against her cheek while she cracked her knuckles. "Give me the damn unicorn!"

The lady's eyes widened and she began to take off, running through the isles as she knocked over the toys. Sora chased after her, shoving past bodies as she tried to keep up.

"It's mine!" Sora yelled as she continued to race after the woman.

"Get your own!" The woman hissed as she quickly stepped onto the escalator.

She dragged the giant unicorn up the stairs, letting its horn smack strangers head's.

"Sorry." Sora mumbled as she pushed past people.

"Stay back." The lady grabbed a plastic looking baseball bag from the shelf, and drew it back.

Sora lifted both her hands in defeat before picking up a lightsaber toy from the ground. "Look, it's an elephant!"

The woman looked over her shoulder, when Sora quickly snatched the unicorn out her hands. She went down the escalator again, knowing she had company behind her. "Out of the way!" Sora slid against the edge of the escalator, before jumping onto the floor. She located Faye, and frantically waved her hands as jumped up and down.

Faye squinted her eyes as she saw Sora from a distance away. "Sora-?" She quietly whispered, before a woman came tackling her down.

"Oh my god." Faye covered her mouth as she tried to go over what just happened.

She rushed through the toy store with Amina in her arms, setting her down as she tried to break up the fight. "Hey, why the hell did you tackle her?" Faye shouted at the older lady, before letting out a loud screech. "Did you just bite my arm?" She stood up from the floor, and raised her eyebrow.

The woman casually looks around before grabbing the unicorn again. Sora screamed as she pulled on it's legs, trying to get it back.

Faye sighed as she knelt down to Amina. "Listen baby, you know how I always tell you not to ever resort to violence?" She waited for a nod. "Well today is different, because Sora needs my help."

"I understand mommy." Amina softly mumbled as Faye kissed the top of her head.

"Out the way Sora!" Faye yelled, taking a couple of steps back.

"This girl's a wild animal, so good luck trying to fight her." Sora gave the lady a fake smile.

Faye screamed as she charged forward,making the woman scream too. She tackled her backwards, as Sora brushed the dust off her jeans. "Geronimo!"

The woman's eyes widened as Sora jumped in the air, landing straight on them both. Amina giggled while she witnessed the whole thing. "Geronimo." She squeaked, running over to jump on them too.

"Can we leave now." Jimin groaned as he followed Jungkook around the clothing store.

"We have to find a present for Chul." Jungkook told him for the millionth time.

"You're gonna buy him clothes?" Jimin lowered his brows.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing." Jimin sighed. "Oh look at those nice pair of socks, they'd definitely go well in his stocking."

"I know—" Jungkook's smile faded. "You were being sarcastic, weren't you?"

"Yep." Jimin nodded, when something caught his attention. "I used this back in the nineties when I asked that hottie from first grade out."

"You gave her a gum ball?" Jungkook furrowed his brows.

"It wasn't just any gum ball." Jimin placed his arm around his shoulder. "It was the dark cherry one."

"Wow." Jungkook rolled his eyes. "My mistake."

"You got a quarter?"

"Jimin, you're not really gonna—"

"Yes I am." Jimin cut him off, extending his hand for the coin.

"You're brain's stuck in first grade." Jungkook muttered under his breath as he dug around his pockets for a quarter. "Take it and shut up."

Jimin took the quarter, putting it into the coin slot before he twisted the handle. Both Jimin and Chul were astonished as they watched the red gum ball swirl down the machine's clear slide, when all of a sudden, it stopped.

Jungkook snorted as he saw the blank stare on his face. Jimin turned to Jungkook, and slowly pulled out his hand.

"No Jimin." He harshly spat. "I'm not giving you another quarter."

"Fuck you grandpa." Jimin hissed. "I'll just get it myself." He opened the tiny lever, and stuck his hand into the machine.

"That's a bad idea." Jungkook folded his arms as a grin appeared on his face. "But go on, I love seeing you struggle."

"Come here you fucking possessed ball of shit, I'm fucking hungry."

Jungkook covered Chul's ears as Jimin started to curse at the gum ball. He reached up a little more before his hand finally grasped the red gum ball.

"Yes!" Jimin shouted, like he won the lottery. "I got it, Jungkook."

"Hurray." Jungkook sarcastically cheered.

"and you said I couldn't do it." Jimin got off his knees when suddenly he was pulled to the floor.

He pulled his arm back, widening his eyes as his wrist couldn't leave the machine door. Jungkook tugged at his bottom lip, wanting to yell out the words, I told you so. Jimin turned to him with a worried look on his face. "Oh my fucking God."

"The machine thinks I'm a gum ball."