"Warning: We're heading into a warzone!"

Jungkook's robotic voice rang through the otherwise silent interior of the car, making Jin who was added to the conference call crack up with his signature laughter. Hoseok's lips twitched but the morning's incident was slowly weighing down on him again now that he was on his way to the office.

"What did you do this time?" Jin's voice infiltrated the speaker with a hint of laughter. They heard a rustling noise and a door being shut before the line went quiet.

"Well, you know how I met Jimin hyung and kinda picked up on my photography? Hold on—" Someone spoke in the background. Jungkook's crush on the model was no secret between the trio. When the youngest mentioned doing photography again in a fleeting comment Hoseok didn't give it much of a thought.

"Yes. Clear both our schedules for the morning. No calls," they heard Jungkook instructing someone. "Okay, listen," Jungkook continued with a sigh. "Last night my dad said that I have to meet this Song Jae-Hwa and I fucking bet they might have already decided everything. He wants me to go on dates with her. It's crazy!"

"What?" Both Hoseok and Jin hissed in unison.

"The Song family?" Jin hissed. "Your father couldn't have picked anyone else?"

"I know. Not only that, I got pissed when they said they won't let my sister leave the country if she refused to sign the documents. Hobi hyung, you're right. He wants me to transfer the shares to him legally. He wants her out of the picture and I didn't like the way he talked."

Hoseok noted the way Jungkook possessively addressed 'my sister' and filed it in the corner of his mind to ask him later. Had they been talking a lot? The logical part of his brain didn't fail to add Jungkook was working with Jimin, which meant the youngest was in fact working with Jeoni aka Katy Min. Jin was modeling for Vinora and that meant they both knew his wife. How interesting!

"Wow!" Jin exclaimed distracting Hoseok from his thoughts. "This is messed up."

"Oh, it gets better. He wanted me to go to this Seoul Fashion week with Jae-Hwa. You know what that means, right? It's like telling the entire world we are together. I told him I'll be going but not with her. And I'm working as a photographer and he can do nothing about that. He wasn't happy."

Shit. It dawned on Hoseok that it'd be the first time the public would see him and Eunji together. Fuck!

Jeoni's face and contagious laughter popped in his mind. She hadn't been hiding her marriage to him from what he noticed by stalking her Instagram. What does that make him?

"Whoa, whoa...Jungkookie," Jin called. "You said that to him?"

"I did, hyung. I'm tired of this shit he's putting me through. I will not marry someone when I know I'll not be happy. Besides, I don't see why I can't pursue my passion when it's not affecting my work. I can handle both."

"Hoseok-ah! You there?" Jin asked. "You're too silent today."

Hoseok sighed, running a hand over his face as he carefully maneuvered the vehicle through the traffic. "I told my mom that I'm seeing someone. Well, more like I'm already with someone."

"What?!" It was now their turn.

"Wait! You told your mom about Jeoni?" Jin asked.

"Not exactly. Hyung, they've already finalized everything. Eunji told me that they want us to get married in January." He felt an invisible weight lifting off his shoulders after conveying that little detail.

"What the fuck?!" Jin cursed. "That's...That's insane."

"I told them there won't be a wedding. Mom said it doesn't change a thing if I'm with someone, I have to marry Eunji."

"But you're already married," Jungkook argued.

"Exactly," Hoseok agreed.

"Shit! It explains why both our fathers are here at the meeting."

"Oh, wow," Jin piped in. "It's definitely a war zone then."

"Yeah," Jungkook sighed exasperatedly. "There's more, but that can wait until evening. I need you both together. Jin hyung, do you have anything to do in the evening?"

"I have a photoshoot and a dress fitting appointment. I'll be free after nine," Jin replied.

"I don't have anything to do," Hoseok said.

"Cool. Then let's meet up at Jin hyung's place. I'll bring drinks. I can definitely use one or two," Jungkook admitted.

"Wow. Drinking on a weekday? I'll cook then," Jin volunteered. "Hoseok-ah, I know you don't wanna go home tonight. Just head to my apartment after work, yeah?"

"Okay, hyung."

"Okay, hyungs. I gotta go. Hobi hyung, come directly to my office."

"Okay."

Hoseok disconnected the call with a loud sigh. It's gonna be a long day.

***

Namjoon: Were you talking to Aera now?

The Devil: Yeah, why?

Namjoon: She went out saying she needs a break. I think she's upset.

I mean I know she's upset.

The Devil: And you're in office?

Namjoon: I had a few urgent emails to answer. It's been like 10 mins.

The Devil: And?

Namjoon: I want to go after her.

The Devil: What's stopping you?

Namjoon: Yeah, you're right. I'll go now.

So, coffee or hot chocolate?

The Devil: Follow your heart, Oppa. You know her as much as I do.

Namjoon: Okay. Right. I'll go then.

Namjoon pocketed his phone and eyed Aera's discarded coat with a frown. He knew where she might have headed. So, he headed to the brand new coffee machine that was set up in the corner of their shared office, grabbing a cup of coffee for him and hot chocolate for her.

Aera, his beloved wife was usually a pleasant and fun-loving woman. She was one of the most understanding person with a voice of reasoning, the most level headed in their relationship. But some things set her off.

For example, Namjoon himself. He messed up big time by pushing her away and giving too much time to work. If they had communicated things the usual way, it wouldn't have come to this. The time difference and lack of communication led to several misunderstandings and Namjoon was often too tired to argue or clear his side, leaving her alone to her devices.

He realized his mistake now. In his defense, he was just trying to adjust to everything. To be honest, their relationship had been steady and strong while they were in university, but the moment he started working, things had overwhelmed him.

He should have just told them that he was struggling, but he was too stubborn to admit it. Too driven to prove himself to his parents, to himself. He'd unconsciously driven a wedge between himself and the one soul he valued the most.

Yoongi hyung was right. Communication was the key and so was time. He should have realized it sooner. Given her more time and showed her how much she meant to him. Though she allowed him closer, he could sense her walls were up high. But he couldn't blame her. He'd hurt her in the past.

Last night was the best night after so long, but Namjoon was well aware of the fact that sex between them didn't mean she had forgiven him for everything. They'd always been great friends, trusting partners. Last night was all about comforting and assurance. The intimacy and passion were still there, but it was lacking something.

Aera was afraid to be hurt again. She was afraid he'd revert to his old ways once she has forgiven him. He could feel it in the way she was clung to him the entire night. Feel it in her tears she'd shed when she thought he was asleep.

She loved him, but she was afraid to lower her walls and let him in again. And Namjoon blamed himself for causing that. He needed to work hard to get her to trust him to not shut her out again. And he was more determined than ever.

Earlier, he'd let her go despite wanting to run after her. A part of him wanted to give her space. And he was also busy with urgent work that required his immediate attention. With Min group's reputation in line, he had to compromise with choosing to attend to the office matters first, hoping Aera would understand. She always did.

It didn't take him long to find her in the rooftop garden. It had become her place to retreat whenever she needed to clear her head. Namjoon cleared his throat to announce his presence. She slanted a sideways glance at him, accepting the cup of hot chocolate but just held the mug between her hands.

Their roof garden was a beautiful place with wooden benches and decoration plants. He placed his coffee mug on the small round table before draping the coat around her shoulders.

"I had a few emails to take care of, you know regarding this issue."

Aera hummed, staring aimlessly at the endless sky with a serene expression on her face. Her face gave nothing away, but Namjoon knew her long enough to know the storm brewing under that calm façade.

"You know you can tell me everything, right?" he asked cautiously. "I know something's troubling you. But I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"It's nothing," she stated dejectedly. "Just the usual." She sipped the hot chocolate carefully blowing on the drink.

"Baby..." He moved closer, taking her free hand in his. "Talk to me, please...We were friends before anything else. If I can't help you, then at least let me listen."

Aera sighed, worrying her bottom lip and twirling the hot drink with a frown. "What if it's something you don't wanna hear?"

"Is it something that concerns me?"

She shrugged, taking another sip. "Maybe."

"Then try me."

Aera shook her head with a humorless laugh. "I don't think you'd fancy what I have to tell you."

"Doesn't matter. I want to be the person you can trust to share your thoughts. We talked about this Aera. No matter how hard it is, we agreed to share the things that are troubling us." He stopped her before she could pick him on that sentence. "I know I have failed you by not sharing my thoughts and struggles with you. But I want to change that. We agreed to start over again. Please...baby, tell me."

Silence settled between them, her frown deepening and she took a few sips. He rubbed his thumb on the back of her palm in a soothing motion.

"What if...what if I tell you that your mom hates me?" Her gaze lifted, doubt and several questions flashing on those brown orbs that drowned him every time they locked gazes. There was uncertainty in her voice, but her expression was a mixture of hope and desperation.

"Then I'd believe you," he stated without a hitch in his voice. He loved his mother, but he loved Aera more and he knew his wife was not the one to bitch without reason.

Relief washed over her face and her features visibly relaxed. "Good," she murmured.

"There's more?"

She flicked a glance at him. "You're no fool, Joonie. You have eyes and ears. The next time we meet in a social gathering, put them to use."

Namjoon knew the conversation was over. Aera won't tell him more, which also piqued his curiosity. His mother loved Aera, didn't she? She was always praises for his wife and her family. What made Aera think she didn't like her? What did his mother do this time?

What am I missing?

***

Porshiya never believed in love at first sight until Seokjin. The charming star had stolen her breath away at their first encounter. There was a time when she laughed at the rom-com at cheesy scenes that showed bells going off in the major character's head or the characters going speechless when they meet for the first time. It was ridiculous. But karma put her in that place, Porshiya felt everything at once.

Her breath had hitched while her heart skipped several beats before racing as if she'd ran a marathon. Her jaw went slack and eyes wide. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and she felt the zap of electricity jolting through the tip of her fingers where their hands connected for a handshake. The world had faded around her and the strange music in her head had been mesmerizing.

Even now as she moaned into his tantalizing mouth, she couldn't believe her actions. Porshiya was anything but reckless. This was so unlike her. Porshiya John, the acclaimed designer who graced the ramp walks with her show-stopping pieces would never ever do something reckless as this. However, with Jin, her brain just short-circuited and all logical thinking flew out of the window.

They were in his dressing room, where he was getting ready for the morning shoot. She had stopped by for a chat, but all those months of endless flirting had resulted in Jin pushing her against the wall for a searing kiss and things had escalated so quickly after that.

Porshiya bit her bottom lip and buried her face into his broad shoulders, relishing the way his hard body flexed under her tight grip. Pleasure blinded her senses, their movements desperate yet intense. They were in a shooting spot, surrounded by people, protected by paper-thin walls of the dressing room. Anyone could hear them. Did they lock the room?

Another upward thrust rendered her speechless and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she straddled him. Strangled moans, staccato breaths, and obscene sounds of their joining were their only noises in the room. A few minutes later, when her world fell apart, she felt a sliver of doubt poke at her. The realization of what they both just did dawned as the lust induced haze in her brain cleared. But the awkwardness she expected to settle never came. Those insecurities were replaced with warmth when he murmured words of love into her ear before kissing the side of her face, holding her as tight as possible.

That moment, everything felt right. It didn't matter where they were. She belonged with Seokjin. He ruled her heart, mind, body, and soul.

She knew she'd have a hell lot to explain when she slipped out of his dressing room, looking fucked out. Her friends would have the time of their lives teasing her. Katy would forever hold this over her head for Porshiya was never one to engage in something scandalous like this. But none of that mattered now.

"That was intense," he was murmuring against her lips, kissing her softly. "I was going to take you on public dates, slowly seduce you to my bed...but sue me..." He chuckled releasing her lips, staring right into her soul. "I can't think clearly when I'm with you. Tell me it's not just me." He was cupping her face as he grinned widely.

Porshiya returned the smile with ease. So far their dates had been in his apartment in secrecy. "Public dates and slow seduction would have been nice, but it's still not late for a date though. And yes, you're not the only one. You make me reckless, Jin. And I don't know why it feels so right."

"Mhmm...I just want you to know I seriously like you. I've never felt this way for another woman, not since my high school." He tipped her chin so he could look at her properly. "I want more. I want to wine and dine, give you flowers and chocolates, woo you the way you deserve." He inched closer so their lips were only a breath away. "Will you allow me that honor?"

"Did you pull that line from one of your rom-com?"

Jin's eyes widened. "I'm trying to ask you to be my girlfriend here. Can you for a minute stop teasing and focus?"

"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "Can you put me into a freezer?"

"Huh?" He pulled back blinking.

"You just made me melt into a thick gooey puddle," she complained, hiding her burning face into his chest. What the hell did he expect her to do? Saying those cheesy things while he was still buried in her did funny things to her heart and entire being. She was too deep. And she never wanted to get lost in anyone else this bad ever.

Jin chuckled. "So, is that a yes?"

She lifted her head. "It's always yes." She then sealed it with a kiss.

***

The meeting was a disaster in every sense. Fortunately, it was only Jungkook's father Jungwoo, his father Heesung, and Jungwoo's assistant Minseok in the room. At least, they had the courtesy to not include the others.

Hoseok had sensed the animosity stirring in the air as soon as they walked in. He hadn't bothered with the pleasantries as he plopped on the chair opposite to his father and his father's best friend since childhood. Beside him, Jungkook copied his action.

"Is it true that you're seeing someone?" His father, Heesung was the first to break the silence. Tension gripped the atmosphere, too thick they could slice it with a knife. If his father's clenched jaw was any indication, Hoseok knew he was pissed.

"Yes." Hoseok met his glare, his gaze not wavering. Under the table, he quickly removed his wedding ring from the index finger and changed it to the right finger. If he was going to do this, then he should do it the right way. The first step was to stop hiding the fact, he had a wife.

His father watched him intently. "Having a few flings here and there, enjoying your youth is not wrong," he said. "Whoever that is, cut them off. It's not a good PR if they see you with another woman when you already have a fiancée."

Hoseok narrowed his eyes. "I don't do flings, dad. And it's exactly as you said. It's not a good PR if I'm engaged to someone else when I already have a woman I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"How dare you?!" His father slammed his fist on the table. "How dare you defy your parents? You knew our plans for you and yet you have no shame to admit that you have a woman."

"I never agreed to your plans. I thought I was pretty forefront with my refusal." Hoseok didn't back down. Hell be damned if he let his father ruin this for him. "What's wrong in admitting that I'm in love with someone?"

"I've given my word to the Ahn family."

"And I've given my word to my woman." He wasn't ready to tell them about his marriage yet. First of all, he had to speak to his wife before bringing her into this mess. Second, he wanted to protect his perfect wife from his parent's eyes. The last thing he wanted was for them to unleash their wrath on her.

"Your woman, huh?" His father snarled, which was so uncharacteristic considering he was usually a calm, composed person even when he was mad. "Does this woman even exist? Or is it your ploy to get us off your back? Does this pathetic woman have a family background like that of Ahn?"

"She exists and very much real. Trust me, uncle, her family is nothing less compared to the Ahns if not better," Jungkook piped in before Hoseok could respond.

Both the older men's attention turned to the youngest, who was turning quite rebellious recently. "So you knew," Heesung continued with the same anger. "You knew all this time and you dared not to tell any of us."

"Why would I?" Jungkook questioned with a frown. "It's not my story to tell."

"What has gotten into you?" Jungwoo jumped to his feet. "First you defy your own parents and now you're blatantly disrespecting your Uncle."

"I'm not. I'm merely stating the fact." Jungkook stood, glaring at his father. "I'm an adult and I have every right to decide the path I want to take."

"Photography is a waste of time! I let you mess around it in university because your grades were good and it kept you grounded. I thought that phase was over when you graduated. Now you're forgetting that you're set to head one of the prestigious companies in Korea. I'll never let you ruin our reputation like that."

"How does pursuing photography affect your reputation?" Jungkook quirked a brow. "It's a respectful profession just as much."

Jungwoo huffed. "You call that a profession? And you dare compare that to your upcoming position as the CEO of the Jeon Group?"

"That's enough, dad. I'm not having this discussion with you. I don't understand why I can't have both when I'm clearly good at handling both. I never let my passion affect my responsibility, did I? My performance here at the company is still the best and it will continue to be the best."

"Stop taking that tone with me, boy. I allowed you to have your way and hoped you have come to your senses when you stopped doing all that."

"I stopped because I was busy at the company," Jungkook retorted. "I want to start again. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong? Your entire focus should be on the company. You should be focusing on dating Jae-Hwa and marrying her. I already had a child when I was your age."

Jungkook frowned. "You just admitted that you were fucking around behind mom's back when you were my age." A satisfied smirk lifted the corner of Jungkook's mouth. "At least, I'm not fucking around. I don't think you have the right to talk about reputation. I'd rather be known as a photographer than as a fuck boy."

Jungwoo gaped at his son, his mouth opening and closing as Hoseok watched the scene unfold silently from his chair. The attention on him and his wife was long forgotten.

"Then you will get nothing from me. You won't get a single penny and you can forget all of this." Jungwoo furiously waved around them.

"It's funny how you think you're still in charge while grandfather's will says otherwise. Did you forget all this now belongs to me and my sister?" Jungkook narrowed his eyes, his lips curved into a smirk.

Hoseok's eyes widened slightly. He'd never seen Jungkook talking back before. He had always been an obedient child just sucking it up even when he didn't like what he was hearing.

"Mind your words, boy!"

"No, you mind your words, dad," Jungkook fired back. "I tried to do everything you wanted me to do just to please you, but you won't even let me be. Stop deciding my life for me. I won't marry Jae-Hwa or anyone for that matter. I don't want to discuss this with you anymore."

Jungkook pivoted on his heel, exiting the office. Hoseok climbed to his feet, eying the stunned men the youngest left in his wake.

"Yeah, what he said." Hoseok jabbed a finger at Jungkook's direction before following the youngest out, thankful for the distraction.

***

"Jungkookie, I never thought you had it in you," Jin said for the twentieth time, amusement dancing in his features.

Hoseok silently twirled the drink in his hand. A lot had happened today. Jungkook had told them how his mother had opened up to him and he knew how much it meant for the youngest.

"And I still can't believe Aunt opened up to you."

"Yeah," Jungkook agreed. "She said she will support me in whatever I decide to do. That it was okay if I don't want to become a CEO."

"What?" Jin exclaimed. "Are you sure she wasn't drunk or anything?"

"She wasn't hyung," Jungkook sighed. "She told me that she's going for this therapy that's helping her.

"That's good," Jin admitted. "She's been dealing with a lot. I'm glad she's getting help."

"Yeah, me too."

Hoseok knew the exact moment the attention turned toward him. Their gazes were heavy on him and he sensed a question coming.

"Hoseok-ah, I see you're finally ready to admit you're a married man," Jin teased.

"Yeah, I'm going to talk to her," Hoseok admitted. He knew he could no longer avoid this chat. "I saw her today."

"Who did you see?" Jin asked.

"Jeoni," Hoseok breathed. "I mean...Katy. I saw her hyung. She's here. In Seoul." He grinned involuntarily. "Can you believe she's right here? She's just as beautiful with the same smile. She looked so adorable in that orange sweater."

"Did you talk to her?" Jin inquired.

"Ah, actually...I kinda zoned out when I saw her. She left before I could reach out."

"Oh."

Hoseok smiled to himself. "Don't worry, hyung. I know she's going to the Seoul Fashion week. I'll talk to her then." The new collaboration between Vante and Gucci was the talk of the town. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together and figure she'd be there. And he also knew both his hyung and dongsaeng was well aware of this and was just baiting him to talk.

"How do you know she's gonna be there?" Jungkook asked.

"There's something called the internet, Jungkook-ah. And care to tell me why you were digging behind my back?" Hoseok countered.

"Huh? I did nothing," the youngest feigned innocence.

"Then what's my marriage certificate doing in your office drawer, Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. When he'd found the document two days ago, he was confused as to how Jungkook got hold of it. Now, everything made sense. "Your sudden interest in photography makes sense now. Tell me if I'm wrong, Jungkookie. You and hyung planned this. You already knew about Jeoni."

Both men shared a startled look.

"What? No. I knew nothing," Jin exclaimed.

"Well, um...It was a coincidence, hyung," Jungkook drawled. Ah, the honest boy. He couldn't lie to save his ass. "I first met them in the gym and I swear I didn't know about noona at the time. It was just Jimin hyung and Tae hyung. And you know how I feel about Jimin hyung, right? Anyway, I was just following Jin hyung's advice and making small talks. But it was Jin hyung who made the connection after I found your marriage certificate. By then I was already friends with them and when I visited their studio noona kinda asked if I wanted to try and you know how much I love photography."

"How convenient?" Hoseok spat but there was no heat behind his words. He could imagine Jungkook rolling his eyes at his words.

"She's really sweet. Oh, hyung I can see why you love her," Jungkook gushed. "She's just so adorable and funny and everything you are. She's like this perfect counterpart of you and she loves to spoil me. You know she lets me use her camera. She has the most advanced version in the entire crew. This guy, Robert, the other photographer I work with, said she never allowed anyone to touch her equipment. But she let me do whatever I want. Can you believe she lets me take over the entire shoot?"

"So, that's how it is, huh?" Hoseok scoffed. "And what about you Jin hyung?"

"Hey, don't blame this on me. I didn't even know who she was when I signed with Vinora. And it's not my mistake our dongsaeng is so adorable. He has everyone on the set wrapped around his finger and that includes your wife. Okay, she might go overboard in spoiling this brat but yeah. I don't get any of that special treatment though, except for the special access to their VIP break room."

"Only the break room? The way you both act domestic with each other, I doubt if you're secretly married too." Jungkook teased.

"We are not," Jin grunted.

"Whatever." Jungkook huffed. "Oh, hyung, Jeoni noona knows I'm your dongsaeng."

"She what?" Hoseok asked, his eyes widening.

"There's something called the internet, hyung. She already knew who I was. Do you think she will just let anyone that close to her? Do you know only the people in her close circle are allowed to call her Jeoni? And by close circle, I mean only her four friends."

"That's true. The five of them like to keep it to themselves. They don't indulge with anyone outside of work, let alone letting someone closer. Their studio is like a fucking fortress, I swear. I've never worked in a place with so much security. Makes me wonder why. They didn't have this much security even in the US. I never met Aera though I've heard of her plenty."

"Yeah. Robert said Aera noona mostly handles the office work and she's always busy," Jungkook added.

Hoseok assumed Aera must be the other woman. There wasn't much information available about her on the internet. He knew her from the photos on Jeoni's Instagram profile.

Jungkook hummed. "But Aera noona will be at the show. We will meet her then. Robert said she's like the leader of their group."

"For a newbie, you sure know a lot of inside information, Jungkook-ah. I'm not even surprised," Jin snickered. "You just know how to get what you want."

"I had to see the woman who managed to get my hyung wrapped around her pinkie. I can see why though." Jungkook chuckled. "I heard the Plexis people almost pissed their pants the last time they tried to get hold of Jeoni noona."

"Oh, tell me about it. I was right there, Jungkook-ah. Jimin is a force to reckon with when he's angry. He told them they would terminate the contract if they tried to contact Katy."

Hoseok patiently listened to their banter. They tended to talk more when they were like this. "When were you both planning to tell me this?"

"Um...Seoul Fashion week?" He could imagine Jungkook rubbing the back of his neck with a goofy smile.

"Eunji is going to be there," Hoseok grimaced.

"Oh," Jungkook said. "I swear, Hobi hyung, Eunji doesn't stand a fighting chance in front of her. Oh, God! I can't wait to see what happens when they meet each other."

Jin laughed out loud. "Oh, Eunji is in for a ride. Hoseok-ah, it's not just your woman, the entire group is kinda...how do I say this..." he trailed off. "You'll see what I mean."

"Hyung, I don't think it's a good idea for you to enter the show with Eunji. The entire media will be there and you know how these things work," Jungkook said.

Hoseok sighed. "Do you think I want to be there? I told her to fuck off and she keeps calling herself my fiancée. I don't know how to get it through her thick head."

"Hyung, why don't you come early? You can skip the red carpet. I can get you to backstage. Hell, I can even get you an additional pass to be there. You don't even have to sit with Eunji. Leave it to me."

"Good idea, Jungkook-ah. I think it's better this way," Jin said.

Hoseok breathed in relief. "You can do that?"

"Of course, hyung. And did you forget who's the boss?" Jungkook wiggled his brows.

It dawned on Hoseok that Vante was one of the top brands participating in the show.

"Vinora is one of the main agencies on the show, Hoseok-ah. Trust me when I tell you Eunji won't get anywhere near you. I'll be there too. You have nothing to worry about," Jin assured.

"Okay." Hoseok lifted his gaze to Jungkook. "Tell me more about her, Jungkook-ah. You seem closer to her."

The youngest scooted closer, eyes bright and smile widening. A smile tugged at Hoseok's lips at the overflowing cuteness as he readied himself to listen to the tales about his wife.

A/N: I didn't mean to disappear for too long. Work had been hectic since the start of the New Year. 

Did you here Jungkook's mixtape might be around the corner? Apple Music keeps teasing. I don't know if they are doing it intentionally or accidentally. They updated Jk's photo and then added 10000 hours before removing it. Either way, I'm so excited!!!