"Okay, just—look sadder, Jimin. That flower you're looking at? It hurt you. It kicked your puppy." You say from behind your lens. You hear some of the other boys laugh at your prompts, but Jimin does as told, sitting in the little bubble and looking at the flower with sullen eyes. You snap a few photos, and when you're finally satisfied, you let your camera hang around your neck. "Okay, you're finished. Lunch break." You exclaim, and Jimin breaks into a megawatt smile, giggling to himself.

You watch as the boys retreat into their dressingroom, and you sigh, stomach growling as you remember that you didn't bring lunch, and that Sejun said he'd bring you it. Before you can think about it too much, Yuna pounces on you, little hands angrily slapping at your shoulder. "Well, you took your sweet time getting to work this morning, huh, Y/n?" You grimace, allowing her to harass you a little longer.

"I know, I overslept. Sorry." You explain, and she raises her eyebrows.

"Sorry? That's all you're gonna say? After I stalled so their manager wouldn't get impatient?" She asks incredulously.

"Uh, I'm sorry, and...I love you?" You try again, and she grumbles, but stops assaulting you.

"Go eat, dumb bitch." She roll her eyes, and as if on cue, Sejun enters the studio, brown paper bag in his hand. In his other hand, however, is a small hand. Your heart drops into the pits of your stomach at the sight of Soomi gripping your smiling husband's hand. She's here. And Yoongi is only one room away. You feel nauseous at the mere thought of Yoongi coming out of the dressing room. Yuna makes it over to Soomi and Sejun befo you can, sweeping Soomi into a hug.

"My baby! How are you, cutie?" She squeals, all former hostility gone. You smile at Sejun as you approach him, but he doesn't return it, simply placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth and handing you the bag.

"Thank you, babe." You say, but Sejun only nods. The nausea you feel only grows at this. This isn't normal Sejun. You feel little arms hugging your legs, and you look down to see Soomi, who giggles and grins, a hole in her smile from her missing front tooth. The delight at seeing your daughter after a day or so fades almost immediately as you acknowledge the blue beanie on her head. It's familiar, but you can't quite place where you've seen it before. "Hi, baby." You say, crouching down to be eye to eye with her.

"Hi, Mommy. How's work?" She asks, tapping the bun on top of your head gently and giggling in amusement. She's becoming more and more mature every day, and your heart swells at the thought of your little baby growing up.

"Good, love. How was school?" You ask, and she pouts a little.

"Fine, I guess. Mrs. Yang didn't like my drawing so she made me start over, and Chun Wooseok sat on the chips I brought for snack time and broke them." She explains, and you fight back the laugh that threatens to escape at her story. You kiss her nose nevertheless.

"What a jerk, Chun Wooseok." You comment, and she nods.

"Yeah! Mina says she thinks he has a crush on me, but he's gross. Cooties." She says, pulling a disgusted face. You laugh and glance up at Sejun, to see his reaction to his daughter having a potential suitor, but his face isn't as amused as you thought it would be. He isn't even paying attention to the conversation, looking somewhere over you and Soomi, jaw muscles pulsing and brows furrowed. You follow his line of sight, and all color practically drains from your fave when you see who he's sending daggers at—none other than Min Yoongi.

"Sejun?" You ask, trying to keep the quiver out of your voice as you stand up straight, moving yourself in front of Soomi just in case Yoongi happened to look up from his conversation with Namjoon.

"Is that—why is he here?" Sejun asks, his voice icy with contempt.

"I'm photographing his band." You explain, fingers curling around his hand, but he pulls it away. "Sejun—"

"Is that all you're doing with him, Y/n?" Sejun's voice is sharp and louder than the semi-quiet studio would allow to go unnoticed. Your jaw drops, heart breaking. He knows. He knows. He takes your speechlessness as a chance to continue. "That hat?" He points at Soomi, at the blue beanie on her head. "I found it in your car this morning, wondered where you got it because I haven't seen it before. Soomi was cold so I gave it to her, and when I picked her up her teacher asked me not to let her bring it to school because it's so expensive and she could lose it. The beanie's Chanel, and I had never seen you want for designer brands, so I was confused. But now things are beginning to make a lot more sense, because that fucking asshole—"

"Sejun. Sejun, please. Not in front of Soomi. Not here." You beg him, your daughter growing concerned, but Sejun doesn't listen. So that's why the beanie looked familiar. It was the one you pulled off Yoongi's head to card your fingers through his hair.

"The hickies. I saw this morning when you changed shirts." He practically hisses, tears filling his eyes. Your own eyes begin to burn with the beginnings of tears as you attempt to grab his hand, but he shakes you off. "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me it isn't true."

"Sejun, I'm sorry—"

"You're sorry? Sorry? So you admit it? I'm not crazy? You really—you cheated on me? With Min Yoongi? Fucking Min Yoongi?" Sejun almost shouts, loud enough for others to hear, at the sound of his name, Yoongi's jaw drops, the boy who always has something witty to say at a loss for words for once. Your lip quivers, not trusting yourself to speak or you'll lose it. Yuna slowly walks over, taking Soomi's hand and leading her away from the two of you. Sejun laughs, a humorless laugh, as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Please, Sejun, I love you. I love you so much, I do. I fucked up, and I-I don't know what got into me, but I love you. Please—"

"Save it." Sejun silences your desperate begging. "I should've known. It's Yoongi. It's always been Yoongi, and it'll always be Yoongi. I'll always be second best to you, because he's number one."

"Stop it, Sejun, that's not true." You're sobbing now, mascara staining your cheeks as you attempt to cling to him once more, only for him to push you off.

"You think I don't notice how much she looks like him?" He says softly, but his voice echoes in the silent room. At this exact moment, your entire world decides to come crashing down on you, tears flowing freely. "I'm not as oblivious as you think I am, Y/n. I've known she isn't mine for nearly her whole life. But I love her with all my heart like she is. And I love you, always have and probably always will. And I know—and you don't love me like you love him, and I've been trying to cope with that for all these years, but this—this hurts. And I need time." Sejun says softly, backing away from you, and walking to where Soomi sits in the corner, playing rock paper scissors with Yuna, and to your mild surprise, Seokjin. Sejun takes Soomi's hand, biting his lip. You can't speak, can't think, can't move towards your husband as he takes your crying daughter and leaves.

The reality of the situation doesn't hit you yet as you look around the silent room, the dozen or so pairs of eyes on you. Out of all of them, you only really care about one.

His eyes are teary, and Hoseok rubs his shoulder, shock evident on his face. Yoongi lets out a muffled sob, breaking eye contact with you, and running into the dressing room. You lunge forward, moving to go after him, but Hoseok catches you, holding you by your shoulders.

"Don't." He says, holding you at arms length. You break down into sobs almost immediately at his harsh tone, and that's all it takes for the kindhearted man to take you into his arms.

As he attempts to hold all your pieces together when everything you know and love has fallen apart.

this was so hard to write god damn

poor sejun :(((