Ahn Misun, a twenty three year old woman who has a five year old son, Ahn Jihun. A single mother who works hard to support both herself and her son. Her son's dead beat father is never there and is a complete disaster. Misun doesn't want her son hav...
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We've been all over social media and the news since that encounter with the paparazzi. Of course, there were loads of hate comments and posts, but most if not almost all of them were very nice and sweet. My true fans wished me happiness and love. Misun enjoyed some of the limelight but wasn't really a huge fan of people trying to prey in our private lives. She said that she would have to get used to it, that as long as it doesn't go too far she's okay with the attention her and Jihun have been receiving. Jihun asked if we could make him an instagram account because he wanted to have his own profile. Misun and I manage it for him, but he's the one telling us what he wants his captions to say. He gained a following rather quickly along with Misun. She had 200 followers before and now she was at least at 100k followers. Yoongi and Mina took charge with managing how the media speaks of us, so they made sure things were going smoothly for the media.
Those two were a huge piece of the media. Anything they do it's always on the news and there is almost never a time where they look bad. They are legit gods. Misun has been working as a model and is growing rather quickly through the passing week. Seokjin made a great choice with her.
Jihun's recital was tonight and he was super nervous. Misun sent me to pick up Jihun's shoes because he forgot them. I rushed over to the house. I grabbed the shoes and locked up before jogging back to the car. My phone began to ring and I connected it to the Bluetooth of the car before answering.
I have the shoes; I'm on my way, babe
Taehyung. It's me, Mina.
Oh sorry Mina, I thought you were Misun. What's up?
Misun told me you went to get the baby's shoes, I was wondering if you could buy some roses if you get the chance and I'll pay you here.
Sure thing, I'll be there in five minutes max.
Thank you, drive safe!
I hang up and drive to a flower shop nearby. I buy the roses and quickly make my way to the recital. I arrive at the school's gates and park the car in the lot behind the school. Grabbing the shoes and roses, I rush inside the school. The teachers that are at the entrance greet me and one of them leads me to Misun. On my way to the back stage where Misun was with Jihun, I spotted Mina and handed her the roses. She thanks me and I tell her that I'll be back in a few minutes. He looked like he was about to cry. I go over to them and smile slightly down at him.
"You'll do great, baba. I know you will. Look I brought you your shoes."
He smiled ever so softly and thanked me. Misun puts on his shoes and places a kiss on his head. I give him a tight hug and some words of encouragement. Jihun hugs me back just as tight.
"Thank you, daddy."
I froze. Namjoon, Jihun's teacher calls him over to get him to get everyone in their places. He runs off and Misun takes my hand, pulling me along with her to our seats.
