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Finally, after hours of taking pictures, they were done. It almost felt as they would never stop, capturing every single angle. I sighed in relief, swiping some of my hair out of my face.

I walked over to a chair with my jacket hanging around it. By every step I took, I felt the need to rest from standing and posing in so many various positions. Grabbing my leather jacket, I could hear the photographers clatter about the pictures that were taken. I turned and headed for the exit, desperate to get home and rest. I entered the black, sleek limo that was waiting for me outside. I opened the door and slid in the soft seat. I closed the door shut as Ted, the driver, took me back to my house.

After a few minutes, I was stepping out of the limo. I gave a small breath as I stuffed my hands into my pockets, now that I was finally home. I went up the long staircase that led to the wide, double door entrance. I opened the door and saw my parents. My mother was straightening her long, blond hair as her red, Chanel purse hung on her right arm. My father, was standing a few feet away from my mother. He had keys jingling in his hand as he walked towards the door, where I was standing.

He smiled as he stood right in front of me.

"Hello Namjoon. I'm sorry about the late notice, but me and your mother will be going out for the evening." After he said that, he looked over to his wife and gestured for her to come to him.

"But where are you going?" I quickly asked, looking at the two.

"Your mother just needs some time out. We will be back soon." He swiftly walked past me as my mom was following directly behind him.

Before I knew it, they were gone. What made them so desperate to leave?

Scrunching my face slightly, I decided to just go back to my room to rest for a while.

I laid in my bed, picking my phone up to look at my notifications that were missed while I was at the photoshoot. As I was scrolling notifications, I noticed that my mom posted a picture on social media. She was holding a mug, which appeared to be filled with coffee, drizzling with whipped cream off the edges. She had a huge grin on her face as her eyes were focused on the beautifuly decorated mug. I suspected that my father had taken the picture because of the angle.

I lifted my phone closer to me when I noticed 'Red Garden Café' written on the mug. We haven't been there for years. What made them want to go there now?