WRITTEN IN THE STARS

FOURTY SIX

January 20

[ Molly POV ]

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"Do you want to make an announcement?" Michael asked, pen in his hand and earpiece in his ear, ready to take down notes.

I shook my head, smiling at him. "No, it can remain a mystery."

"That's fine." Michael smiles, closing his notepad and folding his arms over it. "I want you and Jimin to be happy and if keeping your relationship status hidden from the public will do that, then I'm all for it."

After the accident, Michael never raised his voice at me again. He promised to listen to my requests and treat me like the same artists I was when I first joined the company. Things were going much better now that we were on good terms again.

"We're not keeping it a secret." I shrug. "We'd rather just let them figure it out."

"Okay." Michael nodded. "That concludes our meeting."

We stood from the seats in his office, and he followed me out the door. "I'll text you tonight when the album is released."

I said my goodbyes and left his office, smiling and waving at staff members as I exited the building.

After the crash, all of my projects had been put on hold. My recovery became their first priority, and now that I'm fully recovered, we've gone back to the usual routine with the release of my album tonight.

I exit the building and a smile naturally forms on my lips when my eyes land on fluffy, pink hair resting on Jimin's head. He smiled at me, already laughing as he sways to keep his balance.

I squeal out of joy, running up to him and instantly running my fingers through his hair.

"You were so bored that you dyed your hair?" I laugh, my eyes glued to the cotton candy pink of his hair.

He laughed, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up. "Do you like it?"

I nod furiously, a smile on my lips when I met his eyes. "Yes. You look so handsome." I lean in, kissing his lips.

Jimin moaned pleasurably, smiling against my lips and pulling away. "Let's go home and make baby number one."

My jaw dropped and I slapped his chest lightly. "Jimin!" I laugh, swinging my legs for him to put me down.

He giggled, kissing me once more before pulling me down. He opened the door for me and helped me into the passenger seat. He ran to the driver's seat, and drove off after starting the car.

Soft music played as drive drive through the skyscrapers of the city of LA. He hummed along softly with a sweet smile painted on his lips. I smiled at him, wondering what was going on in that head of his that had him giggling to himself.

"What should we name our son?" Jimin asked, resting his hand on my thigh as the other gripped the wheel.

He was thinking about our future.

I giggled, crossing my arms over my chest as I watch his lips curved into a smile. "Not that we'll be having one any time soon, but I think we should name him Benjamin."

Jimin chuckled, his hand squeezing my thigh. "It sounds like Ben and Jimin combined."

"I know that's why I like it, but we can come up with something else. What should we call him?"

The entire car ride was spent discussing baby names. We'd each through out our suggestions only to be shot down by the other.

My heart fluttered the entire time and butterflies froamed free inside as we discussed baby names. It was more than how cute a name sounded or what would fit with the last name 'park', it was the idea of spending the rest of our lives together.

Eventually, we got home and we still hadn't come up with a name.

"The boys are home?" I ask as we walk through the driveway, seeing their cars parked.

"I guess." Jimin shrugged, holding my hand as we walked to the door. "They weren't here when I left."

Opening the door, Namjoon stood in front of us, a nervous smile on his face.

"Hey." I smiled, stepping in and walking around him. "What are you guys doing home? I thought you had-"

My eyes landed on black hair falling around pale skin with contrasting red lips and large eyes.

Joy stands in the middle of the living room, foot stepping towards my directions hesitantly as her eyes beg for permission to approach me.

"Joy." I breath, shoulders dropping as I run to her. She runs towards me, wrapping me in her arms as I sway her side to side.

"I'm sorry." She breathed.

"It's okay." I smile, feeling nothing but joy at our restored friendship.

"I missed you." She said, her voice muffled against my hair.

After our argument, we hadn't spoken. We kept our distance, and we hid from each other to avoid any kind of confrontation.

"Me too."

But she was my best friend, and I couldn't lose the friendship we had.

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