Friendships Desires and Secrets

The Problem with Boys

Weeks turned into months, turned into spring. Yoongi had been so busy at the studio and working from home, that Tara was able to spend her free time with Alex and Amy. Over dinner, they talked about all manor of things from work to babies, marriage to money. During one of these conversations Alex stunned the table.

"Well I'm flabbergasted at how the two of you aren't pregnant yet." They both knew about Alex's cancer and full hysterectomy years before they moved to Korea. "I need a baby to squish before all my hormones are dried up."

Amy laughed. "I'm sure we can expect a little one on the Min front any time now. JK wants to be home full time before we even think about it."

Alex looked a little stunned. "I get where you're coming from but I thought you said that you weren't using anything?"

"Oh yeah no." Amy blushed. "I use vinegar and water after."

Tara knitted her brows. "You know that's not a hundred percent effective."

Amy looked like one of those silent movie villans when she replied, "Yes! Well aware. Bahahahahaha."

The people at the next table shot them curious looks. The friends always spoke English when together in public, especially when they were the only foreigners. It helped them carry on private conversation and helped keep the guys safer.

"So, what's the plan if you do end up carrying the child of one of the most handsome men in the world?" Alex prodded.

"Pray to God that he or she looks like his father." Amy replied, her once playful cadence was stained with sadness.

Tara piped up, "No ma'am. You don't get to do that too. I do that all the time to myself, and Alex is right, it's just my inner demons. You tell those fuckers to shut up."

Amy and Alex looked at Tara in shock.

"What?" Tara said, confused.

"Potty mouth?" Alex busted out laughing. Amy followed after a moment of trying to hold it back.

"Well, I do spend my free time with a vulgar man." Tara smirked. "In fact, I need to go now before I'm late to meet him. I'm supposed to be picking him up from the studio in an hour."

"He's getting off awful early?" Alex remarked.

"I sure hope so." Tara retorted, blushing. She left her friends after paying her part of the bill and made her way over to the new studio that Yoongi had bought. She let herself in and heard him all the way down the hall, yelling in absolute frustration, followed by a crash.

She hurried and didn't bother to knock. Opening the door slowly she peeked into the room. Nothing much was amiss except the small journal he took notes in sometimes, was laying near the drum set on the floor. She reached for it, his head swiveled around to her.

"Might as well leave it. It's shit. All of it."

"You know better than that." She chided gently. "Maybe a new perspective tomorrow would help."

He nodded in typical Yoongi fashion, lips pressed. He sucked air across his teeth and stood up from the desk, stretching like he hadn't moved in hours, which he probably hadn't. "I'm ready to get out of here anyway Jagi. I have a surprise for you tonight."

"Oh? I like surprises, when I know what they are." Tara huffed, knowing that he wouldn't spill until the moment had arrived.

"You will like this one. So will I." He said with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

Tara knew she was in trouble.

When they arrived at Yoongi's apartment, the lights were already on, and someone was moving around inside. Yoongi locked the door and turned on soft music that played through the entire flat. Then he turned the thermostat down a few degrees.