George woke up to the sound of music playing downstairs. He couldn't identify the song that was playing but he knew it was Ryan who was blasting it.

He cursed quietly as he made his way downstairs to see Ryan with his back towards him. He was shirtless with gray joggers on. He was cooking something and it smelt amazing.

George made his way towards the kitchen wearing a large white t-shirt and blue shorts.

"Uh, hey?" George cleared his throat, wondering if Ryan even heard him.

"Hellooo?"

Ryan's back muscles flexed but he didn't turn around.

"Now, are you suddenly deaf or just being a bitch? I said hello, asshole."

"I heard you the first time." Ryan turned the stove off and slid portions of the food onto two plates.

"Then why didn't you say anything? Were you not raised right? Fucking hell."

George sat down at the table in the kitchen. Ryan slowly approached George and sat a plate down in front of him then set a plate down across from George. Ryan slowly sat down, still staring at George.

"I'm not your fucking friend. Stop staring at me. Go find her and stare at her."

"She's dead. I'd just be staring at a slab of stone."

George's eyes widened.

"Oh." He slowly brought his fork to his lips to pop a piece of pineapple into his mouth.

It was quiet as they were within that awkward silence. The only thing that brought them out of their awkward silence was the doorbell. Ryan stood up and walked to the door.

"What're you doing here?" Ryan's eyebrows came together as he looked down at his boss' son.

"Can I use your phone?" Prince looked up at Ryan with his large doe eyes.

"For what?"

"To call my dad."

Ryan squinted at the younger boy.

"Just call him yourself."

"He hasn't been answering."

"Did you try your other dad's phone?"

Prince nodded.

"Well yeah, but he isn't on the phone long enough for me to actually talk to him." Prince frowned.

"If he isn't answering his son or husband, what makes you think he'll answer me?"

"You're his favorite."

"That's a lie. Yoongi is his favorite." Ryan clicked his tongue which caused Prince to giggle.

"He cares about you too, ya know. You're always by his side now when you guys go into fights. You're always with us or at uncle Yoongi's house for holidays." Prince smiled softly.

"You're trying to soften me up to get me to give you my phone, aren't you?"

"Yes." Prince nodded.

Ryan sighed before pulling his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Prince who thankfully took it.

"How the hell did you guess my password?" Ryan's eyes widened when Prince managed to unlock his phone and click to the phone icon.

"It's Miah's birthday. It's not hard to guess. You were in love with her after all." Prince said plainly, slightly looking up at Ryan.

"First off, fuck you. Second off, I'm gay. And third off, I wasn't in love with her."

"Well then, what if she was a guy? Would you fall in love with him, then?" Prince snickered.

"Why you—" Ryan raised his hand and smacked the back of Prince's head who yelped.

"Hurry up and call your dad, fucker." Ryan hissed.

Prince rubbed the back of his head before clicking the call button.

It rang.

And rang

And rang.

Click.

"Hello?"

"Dad!"

"Prince? What're you doing using Ryan's phone?"

"I wanted to call you and ask when you're finally coming home. But you haven't been answering. So I got worried and asked to use Ryan's phone." Prince sniffled.

"Oh, buddy. I'm sorry. Both the company and the mafia have been really busy recently; the company more than the mafia."

"I know, but I miss you." Prince whispered.

"I miss you too. But I can't just leave. Bear with me, okay?"

Prince was quiet.

"Pup?"

"Okay. Just come home soon."

"I'll try, pup. Love you."

"I love you too." Prince looked down at his shoes with a pout.

"Bye bye."

"Bye." Prince hung up and handed Ryan his phone back.

"How'd you get here?"

"I came with a friend."

"Friend? What friend? You're a rich spoiled brat who's the son of a rich mafia boss. What friends could you possibly have?"

"First off, I hope you stub your toe multiple times today. Second off, I have a friend."

"What's their name?"

"Like I'd tell you! Besides, dad already knows about him."

"Him?! Is he an alpha?!"

"Ugh!" Prince huffed.

"You're just like dad! I'm leaving!" Prince turned around and jogged down the stairs.

"Well is he?!" Ryan shouted after him, leaning over the railing of his stairs to see Prince get onto a bike after a white haired boy handed him a helmet.

"Who the hell?" Ryan scowled.

Before he could see his face they were already riding away. Ryan eyed him suspiciously. Ryan made his way back inside his home after pocketing his phone.

His eyes widened when he saw George looking at one of the photos he had placed over his fireplace. Litters of photos of his late parents and sister, photos of when Samiah dragged him into her family and into the mafia. Purely good memories, sacred memories. And memories that shouldn't be touched by outsiders.

Ryan snatched the photo from him and stared at him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Ryan hissed.

"I… I was just looking at the photos… I finished eating and washed the dishes. I even put your food in the fridge." George looked at Ryan with wide eyes as his hands stayed in the same position as before.

"Okay? Why were you over here then?"

"I just, I was just, just…" George cleared his throat.

"I just wanted to see this Samiah chick that I remind you of. And yeah, I can see it." George concluded as he looked at another photo where Samiah's cheek was squished against Ryan's and they both had huge smiles on their faces.

Ryan wiped the photo he was holding. It was the last photo he had of Samiah. Prince's 5th birthday. A group photo of everyone. He smiled softly before setting the photo back up.

"Don't touch anything." Ryan hissed before he made his way upstairs and slammed his door shut.

George rolled his eyes and grumbled before looking at the rest of the photos. That's when he noticed a picture with Jimin in it. But he was wearing a white and peach colored dress as a taller man stood next to him. He could only make out two faces out of the many.

Ryan and the boy he saw before at Jimin's home. When he was younger he guessed.

He assumed the man was the husband Jimin mentioned.

"Meh, he's mid." George shrugged before heading upstairs.