Yoongi and you have been married for 20 years.

He sits at the table in the morning. Coffee in front of him just the way he has always drunk it for the past 20 years now. His eyes are glued to his tablet , reading articles and news that could be interesting for him. You sit next to him, drinking your favourite drink in peace.

Suddenly, you both turn your head towards a loud yell of agony. You both gave each other a look because the source of the yell could only be one person. Hwayoung , your 15 year old daughter. You both decide to take a look at whatever she had to complain about.

Hwayoung sat on her floor, crying over a broken frame. Next to her, the brother, your son, 7 year old Gihan. He looked with apologetic eyes. Big droplets of tears on his face. Yoongi leaned against the wall, rubbing his neck in frustration because you just like him knew that the little one probably didn't mean to, but Hwayoung had every right to be upset. However, she snapped and yelled at Gihan, throwing the broken frame at him in anger.