"Come on," I say, waving my hand at him. "I just finished having coffee with Daniel and Kimberly, but I haven't heard from Marie today." We start to walk in the direction of my house. I look at my phone, I do have one message, but it's a simple heart from Yoon-Gi. "I saw them getting on the transit. They have a flight today?" he asks, matching his pace to mine. He's being polite, but I can tell he wants to talk about what happened between him and my sister. "They do, just in a few hours." I open my back gate. The backyard is quiet, and it looks like the alarm is still set, so no one is home. I swiftly deactivate the alarm and go to the outdoor bar. I grab a glass and proceed to make myself some ice water. "Before you start talking, do you need a drink?" I ask. He smiles, "Yes, please, noona." I smile, noona probably being the favorite thing any of the guys call me. I pour him a glass of water and motion for him sit on one of the stool. He does, anxiety radiating off of him.

"What happened?" I ask. You'd think this boy was my flesh and blood brother; I love him so. "And try to talk slow, please?" I add. He smiles again. He takes a drink of water and a deep breath. He stares at the counter, his eyes wide like he does when he's stressed.

"I want to go back on tour. I want to perform again," he says quietly. I am a bit confused, so I pause a few moments to see if he has anything to add. "Kook, I am not sure I understand," I admit when he doesn't continue. He blinks and turns those doe eyes to mine. "I thought that was the plan. For all of you. One last tour as BTS?" They have all been so busy getting ready for the tour, and then they all have their side projects, and they are all involved in some way with the company and the newest group.

He nods. "It is. But I don't want to stop there. I love to perform. I love to produce too and do all the behind the scenes things, but performing is where my heart it." I nod, sipping my water. "We all know that. Why did that become a fight? You will do a wonderful job as a soloist." I pause, my eyes narrowing. "Hang on, Marie doesn't want you to?" He shakes his head. "No, she doesn't," he whispers. I can tell he doesn't want to tell me. "Are you afraid I will agree with her?" I ask. He tilts his head to one side and slow nods. "You are mistaken, my friend. Marie knew you loved to perform when you started dating when you got married. It's selfish of her to turn your desire into a fight." Just then my phone dings to let me know I have a message. Jung-kook looks at my phone at the same time I do. I swear they have a sixth sense about when the other is calling/messaging, around, etc. because the message is from Marie.

Sissy, Kookie is with you, isn't he?

I smile and look at him. "You want me to tell her you are here?"

"I guess so. You are pretty good at helping us understand each other." I snicker. "If you two would just talk to each other instead of talking at each other," I say under my breath. This time he snickers. "Yea, we are both super stubborn." I nod in agreement.

Yes, he's at the house. Where are you?

Bona's

Come on, let's talk it out.

I put my phone back on the table. "She was at Bona's. She's on her way here." He looks panicked. I cock my head, "Why that look?" I ask. He starts picking at a small mole on his cheek. "I don't want her to leave me, but I don't want to have to choose between her and my career. Losing either will make me miserable. And I'm selfish." I smile sadly at him. They are not super young, but sometimes they both still act like children. "I feel that it will not come to that."

"I think she is ready to have children, but Leigh, I am so scared to be a father. My father was wonderful; the hyung's were wonderful as well. Watching Yoon-Gi hyung help you with your girls was such a learning experience, but I just don't know if I can do that." I reach over and touch his hand. "Jung-kook, you are not the baby you think you are. I've seen you with Hobi's children, with Nam-Joon's. You will be an amazing father when the time comes." He smiles. "You think so?" he asks. I straighten up. "Yes, I really, really do."

I hear the front door open and close. I turn and see Marie pulling her shoes off. "We're at the bar," I call.

"The bar?" she says sarcastically. "Already?" I hear her mumble. I raise my eyebrows. "I'm sorry, is there an issue with that?" I ask. My sister and I are a lot alike; I am a bit rough around the edges when she is normally a bit more reserved. She is 15 years younger than me, and her mother was not the best role model, but I tried my best to be a strong female figure for her and our brothers. Kookie is frozen at the tone of my voice and Marie looks at me. "It's a bit early for drinks, don't you think?" I raise my eyebrows, "No, I don't actually. It's almost 5 pm. It is a fine time to have a drink. But, since you are worried, Kook and I just have water." She puts her eyes on the floor.

"Sorry, sissy," she says. "No sorry needed, just remember, my house we drink when we feel like drinking," I say simply. I wave her to sit next to her husband. She doesn't look at him, but his eyes do not leave her as soon as she comes in sight. She sits on the stool furthest from him; he turns toward her. "Marie…" he says softly. She closes her eyes but doesn't answer.

"There's no point in doing the silent treatment, Marie. You came here because you wanted to deal with this," I say a bit sharply. "Before I say anything else, I've heard Kook's side, what is yours?" She looks at me. She's trying to stay angry, but I can tell there is something else she is trying to hide. "I know how much Kookie wants to go back on tour. They all do," she begins, looking down. "But I don't want him to go solo," she whispers, closing her eyes, a tear escaping. He looks like he's been slapped in the face. You can tell he's getting angry.

"Don't react, wait," I say to him, he looks at me and immediately looks down. "Why?" I asked turning back to Marie. What she says is not completely unexpected, but she still says it is extremely fast in English. "I am afraid because of all the girls that throw themselves at him. I've seen it. And most of them are beautiful. I am scared to lose him if he goes alone." I see Kookie's face relax and a smile crosses his face.

"You silly woman. That is insane," he says to her, quickly walking to her side and grabbing her into a hug. "I love you; I want to be with you and build our life together. I just love to perform. And I figure you'd just come with me." She snuggles into his chest. "I'm sorry. I still don't understand why you picked me." He laughs, "I ask myself the same thing about why you picked my spoiled ass every day." He says.

I smile and roll my eyes. "Marie, even if you didn't go, you have to trust Jung-kook. He is not the type of person to ever go back on his vows." She nods, and he loosens his grip a bit. "I know. I really do. I don't know why I let this fear grab ahold of me." I shrug. "It happens. Just remember who he is, who you are and the love you share. That's all that matters." They look at each other and smile.

"You two have got to talk to each other. You've been together for three years, officially, and married for more than a year. If you keep coming me just so you two will be honest with each other, I'm going to start charging you." They laugh as I take a drink. "You think I am kidding." That makes them laugh harder. I raise my eyebrows at them. "I'm serious. Kook, do you remember how much my office used to charge you? How much do you think I would have charged for marriage counseling?" He scrunches his nose, still chuckling.