C A L I F O R N I A

8 ᴀᴍ

Jimin shuffled around in bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. He narrowed his eyes as he felt something wet on his elbow. It couldn't be Sora, he through to himself. She doesn't do kinky shit like that. Jimin slowly turned his head and noticed the little koala, Chul, attached to his arm.

"How the hell did you get in here?" Jimin lifted the small boy onto his lap.

Chul ignored him, played with a piece of string that he found way more interesting then Jimin. Sora could've sworn Jimin was sleep talking, although he's never done it before. She turned her body, and smile seeing Chul cutely look down at her. He reached his arms forward, trying to get to Sora's arms.

"Here, take him." Jimin muttered, handing the kid over to Sora.

"Where are you going?" Sora asked, trying to keep the boy from pulling her hair.

"To find out how the hell this kid got out of his crib."

"Have fun." Sora chuckled, turning her attention back to Chul. "Why are you so cute—?" She cooed.

Jimin scrunched his nose after hearing her baby voice. He yawned as he headed down stairs, hoping Jungkook and his wife were still sleeping.

"Oh shit." Jimin calmly cursed as stepped on one of the kids, now broken toy.

"What'd you do this time—?" Jungkook muttered as he stood at the counter.

"Uh—nothing." Jimin quickly brushed it off, walking into the kitchen. "Damn, why does it smell like ass in here?" He pinched his nose.

"Amina tried baking cookies by herself and ended up burning them." Jungkook continuing scrubbing the black pan.

"Are your kids spies or something?" Jimin reached for a glass of wine. "I woke up to one of them slobbering on my arm, thinking Sora was finally accepting my tongue kink."

Jungkook choked on his coffee, setting the mug on the shiny counter. "I woke them up."

"What a good idea." Jimin narrowed his eyes.

"You know, I'm actually surprised you woke up so much easily. I though it was going to take you hours." Jungkook softly chuckled.

"Hours for what?" Jimin raised his brow.

"To get ready." Jungkook threw the dirty rag in the sink, setting the baking tray aside.

Jimin bit down on his bottom lip. "You were being serious yesterday, weren't you?"

Jungkook slowly nodded his head and Jimin shut his eyes tightly. A sudden breakthrough of giggles erupted as Amina and Chul ran into the kitchen, trying to avoid getting dressed. Faye rushed into the kitchen, holding two pairs of small boots and gloves.

"Kids, listen to your mother." Jungkook yelled out as he crossed his arms. Jimin raised his brow, making Jungkook frown.

"What—?"

"You really expect your kids to listen to you when you talk to them like you're their sweet old grandma—?" Jimin scoffed.

"How else should I say it—?" Jungkook shrugged his shoulder as innocently as one could.

"You grab an old shoe and b—

"I don't spank my kids Jimin." Jungkook's eyes were wide as he stared at Jimin.

"And that's why the older one watches porn." Jimin threw the shoe to the floor.

"She doesn't watch porn." Jungkook crossed his arms. "You taught her that."

"Did I?" Jimin pursed his lips. "I don't remember."

"Don't tell me how to raise my kids when you haven't had any yet."

"As a matter of fact, I've dealt with many kids in my lifetime. The only reason Sora doesn't want me having her child is because then she can't leave my broke ass."

The room was absolutely silent as Faye and Jungkook glanced at each other. Jimin definitely didn't know how to keep his mouth shut when it came to marriage issues.

"Let's go, shall we." Jimin winked, running up the stairs to change.

Faye turned to Jungkook, raising her brows. "He's actually crazy."

"I know." Jungkook chuckled, reaching for Chul as he ran into the kitchen. "Let's get changed buddy."

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"Amina, please get in the car—!" Jungkook yelled as she continued to run around the yard.

"Here." Jimin rested his hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Let me handle it."

"No Ji—

"Get your ass in the goddamn car or you'll be sorry." Jimin shouted from the open window.

Amina pouted as she lowered her head, slowly dragging her feet to the car. Jungkook's mouth was parted as he couldn't believe Jimin's vulgar language actually worked. The young girl sat in the back, even buckling her own booster seat.

"Okay, are we ready?" Jungkook asked, ready to back out of the drive way. "I'll take the silence as a yes."

"Woohoo—!" Sora sarcastically cheered, making Jungkook chuckle like a little boy.

The car ride wasn't too lengthy, but Jimin somehow managed to fall into a light sleep. Jungkook took a couple minutes to parallel park, since he was practically a professional. The kids squealed as they saw the y'all fairs wheel. Sora and Faye turned to each other, giggling at the younger one's.

"Jiminssi—?" Jungkook lightly shook his shoulder.

"Hm."

"I didn't think you'd actually fall asleep." Jungkook chuckled at his sleepy friend.

Jimin rubbed his eyes open, slowly stepping out the fancy car. He slammed the door, standing beside Jungkook as he stretched his arms. Faye popped the trunk open, grabbing the two seat stroller.

"Amina come here." Faye called for her as she placed Chul in the stroller.

"I'm not a baby." Amina pouted as she crossed her arms.

"You wanna walk?" Faye raised her brows.

"Mhm." She proudly nodded, running towards her father.

"Less headache for me." Faye laughed with Sora. "I'll just carry Chul then." She placed the stroller back into the truck, slamming it shut.

"Daddy, can we get some candy." Amina tugged at Jungkook's hand.

"Not now sweetheart."

Amina pursed her lips together, before running over to Jimin and shyly poking him. Jimin narrowed his eyes as he glanced down.

"Uncle Jimin, c-can I have a dollar—?" She held her hands out in front of her.

"I'm broke as a motherfu—no sweetheart." He corrected himself, pretending to smile.

"Can you carry me—?" She asked a follow up question.

Jimin sighed before lowering himself to pick up the small girl. They continued to walk along the pier, trying to find Jungkook's favorite breakfast spot.

"Any day now guk, my arms are getting tired."

"Now you must know I feel." Faye raised her brows.

"Wanna trade—?" Jimin reached his arms out, grabbing Chul as Faye took Amina.

"You're so much lighter." Jimin lifted the boy, kissing his cheek.

Sora and Jungkook lead the way, helping each other spot the restaurant he was so desperate to find.

"Here, how about you tell me the name and I'll type it into my navigation." Sora wisely suggested.

Jungkook snickered as he turned to her. "This is my destiny Sora, I need to find it without using this cursed technology."

Sora's cheeks went red as she began to quietly giggle, very amused by Jungkook's dorky side. "If I let you find your so called destiny—" She teasingly air quoted. "We'll be walking for hours."

"I'll take that as a challenge." Jungkook lowered his brows, before using his hands as binoculars.

Sora held her chest as the giggled erupted again. She couldn't believe how funny this guy was. All Sora ever wanted was someone who made her smile.

"It's on your left dumbass." Jimin pushed through the restaurant door, not bothering to hold it open for anyone behind him.

"How many—?" The hostess kindly asked, staring at Jimin and Chul.

"Sorry, we have slow walkers." Jimin casually looked over his shoulder. "There's six of us."

"Perfect, i'll be happy to seat you whenever your guests arrive." The woman smiled.

"What a joke." Jimin scoffed as he glanced out the window, seeing Jungkook and Sora stop to look at a street performer. "Fuck it, I'm hungry."

Jimin followed the hostess through the classy restaurant, when she came to a full stop. "Here's your table."

Jimin sat at the end of the booth, putting Chul right next to him. "Oh, one more thing."

The hostess smiled as she waited for his request.

"When you're bringing the check, make sure you place it on the left side of the table." Jimin spoke with confidence.

"S-sure." She tried to smile, before walking back towards the front of the restaurant.

"Look at you two so eager to eat." Jungkook mimicked a baby's voice as he pinched his sons cheeks.

"Jungkook would you please stop, you're making me lose my appetite." Jimin rested his chin in his hands.

Sora sat beside the young boy and Jimin, while Faye and her daughter sat beside Jungkook. A friendly looking woman came towards the table, greeting them as she asked the most expected question.

"Are you guys ready, or do you need more time to look at the menu—?"

"I haven't even opened mine." Jimin mumbled, reaching for the floppy plastic menu.

"We need just a little more time." Sora smiled.

"That's perfectly fine." The waitress kindly remarked. "Can I get you all anything to drink?"

"Lemonade!" Amina squealed, almost jumping out of the seat.

"Can you add another lemonade for him." Faye pointed to her son. "I'll have a root beer."

"Damn." Jimin muttered, forgetting he was in public. "I meant to say clam—see it's right there on the menu." Jimin gave Jungkook a guilty smile as he pointed to the seafood section.

"For you ma'am?" She averted her attention to Sora.

"I'll have a water please." She beamed a smile.

Jimin lowered his brows as he subtly turned to glance at Sora. Since when do people order water at restaurants, especially when you have a rich person paying for it all.

"Coke." Jungkook smiled

"And you sir?" She twirled the pen in her hand, waiting for Jimin to speak.

"What's your most expensive drink—?"

"Jimin—!" Sora punched his shoulder.

"Jesus, forgive me for sinning." Jimin sarcastically scoffed. "Give me a Margarita."

"Can I see your I.D sir."

"I'm deciding whether or not I should be offended by you asking." Jimin thought to himself as he pulled out his wallet.

The waitress briefly glanced at his drivers license before handing it back. "Thank you, I'll be back with your drinks soon."

"How are you both liking Cali so far—?" Jungkook raised his brows up and down.

"It's unreal, almost as if I'm in a movie or something." Sora lowered a brow as she spoke. "It's a good change though, with New York being so filthy and noisy."

"I've always dreamed of visiting New York City—!" Faye brightly smiled. "It's so hard to go on vacations with the kids being so young."

"You can always visit and stay with us." Sora insisted.

"We have one bedroom.." Jimin crossed his arms.

"You don't have to worry." Sora gave him a fake smile. "You already sleep on the couch anyways."

Faye pursed her lips together as she tried not to laugh, but regardless, a smile was forming. Jimin pushed his tongue inside his cheek, looking up at his suddenly sassy wife. The waitress came back with the drinks, setting them in front of each person.

"Jimin, maybe it's better you keep your mouth shut from now on." Jungkook almost snorted while he spoke.

"I see how it is." Jimin slowly nodded, staying silent for a couple seconds. "Keep acting like that water's gonna make you skinnier."

Sora slapped the back of Jimin's head so hard, that people from other tables turned to watch. Amina fell onto the floor, squealing and the four of them began to laugh with each other.

"Amina—?" Jimin looked at her from under the table. "Are you laughing at me?" He playfully asked, making her giggle even more.

Sora suddenly narrowed her eyes as she felt her dress become damp. She looked down and saw a small puddle next to Chul and nearly screamed.

"What happened—?" Faye stood to see what was wrong.

"Your son just leaked all over the place." Sora quickly moved out of the booth, leaving Jungkook and Faye with widened eyes.

"Let me take him to the restroom." Jungkook tried to get up, but the tight space made it difficult.

"Jungkook, I've got it." Jimin easily slid out of his seat.

"Are you sure Jimin—?" Jungkook felt awful as he watched Jimin carry the little boy.

"I've got it, just finish your food." Jimin looked over his shoulder as he walked to the bathroom.

"I don't think I can." Jungkook pinched his nose shut.

Jimin used Chul's legs to kick the bathroom door open. He pushed open a stall and set the little boy down. "You know how to pee right—?"

Chul slowly shook his head.

"What the fuck does that even mean.." Jimin tugged at his hair.

"Just pull your pants down and go." Jimin instructed him before shutting the stall door.

He walked over to the sink, scrunching his nose as he held his hands away from him. Jimin groaned as the soap dispenser was out.

"Hey, kid." Jimin knocked on the stall door. "I'm gonna go ask an employee to refill the soap dispenser. I'll be back in ten seconds."

Jimin walked outside the men's bathroom, spotting a server standing at the front of the restaurant.

"There's no soap in the men's bathroom, you think you can fix that—?" Jimin casually approached him.

"No problem, I'll get a fresh bottle right away." The man politely nodded, heading off to the kitchen.

Jimin impatiently sighed as he walked back into the men's restroom. "You better be done peeing by the time the soap's here."

"Kid—?" He narrowed his eyes.

Jimin laid himself on the dirty bathroom tiles, before peaking under the middle stall.

"Oh shit."