Divorce (J.JK x P.JM)

Questions

*~Jimin POV

I knew it would happen but I thought I had more time. I didn't know she'd ask so quickly. At least give me time Hwa-Young. She just won't let me forget her father.

"Mommy! When are we going home? Where's daddy?"

"Um we'll be going home in 4 days, I don't know where daddy is babe."

"Mama, I miss daddy."

"I-I know baby."

"Can we call him? Paleassssee?!"

"Ah, Hwa-Young."

She pouted at me. I sighed.

"We can't call him."

She pouted then walked upstairs. I heard her rummaging. She was probably packing her things. Dammit Jungkook.

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*~Jungkook POV

"Finally last box. I guess I should call Tae and tell him I'm done."

I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.

"Are you done?"

"Y-yeah. They can go back in now."

I heard muffled talking then Taehyung sighing.

"Did you take any pictures."

"Ah, no. I assumed Jimin wanted to, I don't know, burn em?"

"Good. Hwa-Young has been asking about you. Jimin wants you to take her to school tomorrow."

"Ah, but I have to be the office early tomorrow."

"You're doing it again."

"What do you mean?"

"You aren't making time for pup. Jimin doesn't care anymore and he'd rather not see you. But your daughter? She has been crying asking for you."

I sniffled then sat on the bed, "I don't believe you. There's no way she cares, she has her mommy and her mommy probably told her how much of a bastard I am."

Tears started to fall from my eyes.

"Ah, you really are stupid Jungkook."

With that he hung up. I dropped my hand on top of my leg, my phone tightly clutched in my grip as I began to cry.

"I-I'm so sorry, please forget me Princess."

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*~Jimin POV

"Please Hwa-Young!"

"Not until I get to see or talk to daddy!"

I groan. She's refusing to get dressed for the dinner with me, her, and Tae. I looked around the house, Jungkook has moved out. I could care less where.

I quickly grabbed a photo that was sitting on a table. It was me, him and Princess when she was 3 on her birthday. We looked so happy.

"See babe. There's daddy, right there! Can we go now?"

She stomped then started to cry.

"Ah! No no no! Don't cry, okay wait! Look see, I'm calling daddy."

I dialed the number then handed her the phone.

"Daddy?"

"Hwa-Young? Ah, hi honey. Did you take your mommy's phone?"

"No, he gave it to me. I miss you daddy."

"I miss you too love. I'll see you soon okay?"

"How soon?"

"Uh," he chuckled, "I don't know babe. Ask your mom."