A/N
Sorry for the late update, hope you like this chapter.
Also, which group do you want me to feature as small kids?? I don't really know who to use.
"Are you ready to go?" I ask the boys. It had been a fun weekend, but something felt off, the way Yoongi was acting. They nodded and Namjoon started the car.
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We were home and settled. Namjoon was on the phone to work. I sat on the sofa, staring at the blank TV bored out of my mind. It was a good weekend. But...
"Jin." Namjoon said, sitting on the floor in front of me.
"Yeah?" I tried my best not to smile because I was hoping now that the kids were in bed, we could have time to ourselves.
"Um... I have a business trip with Hyunwoo and-"
"Hyunwoo?" I asked. To say I was shocked was an understatement. Hyunwoo was Namjoon's ex, and I didn't want them to go anywhere together.
"Yes. It's for a month-"
"A month?!" I screeched.
"Yeah, but it's good money-"
"Namjoon I don't care if it's good money." I say, standing up. "Tell them no."
Namjoon looked at me apologetically. "I... I said yes just now."
"You... what?" I said slowly. He nodded. "And you didn't ask me first?! How can you expect me to balance work and the kids?!"
"I'm sure your sister wouldn't mind helping." Namjoon said.
"She has a life too, namjoon!" I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Um, is it a bad time to say I leave tomorrow?" Namjoon asked.
"T-tomorrow?"
He nods.
I stay silent. How could he do this? I can't support the family and work at the same time. I can't. And Noona has a life of her own, I can't ask for her to help out lots. And a month?!
"Jin-"
"Just go."
"What?" He looks shocked.
"Pack and go." I say. "Get out of here Namjoon."
"Now you're mad?!" He yells. "I spent my weekend with you! I help out! And you're telling me to leave?!"
"Yes." I say. "I believe you have an emergency bag packed already. So go."
"Jin-"
"Get out!" I yell, tears streaming down my face. "Get out! Get out!"
"Fine." Namjoon goes upstairs and gets the already packed bag. He slams the door behind him.
I sink down to the bottom of the stairs. I cry.
"E-Eomma?"
I look up, to see Yoongi, tears pricking his eyes.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I run up to him, and put my arms around his small frame.
"A-are you and appa going to get a... a d-divorce?"
I was shook by his question. "I don't know, baby." I say honestly. "I don't know."
