The Kim mansion glittered with preparation that night. Sara was in her element-slipping into her designer gown, adjusting her jewelry, posing in front of the mirror. She barely glanced at Jiho, already dressed in his soft nightclothes, before handing him to Jungkook.

"Put him to bed early. And for god's sake, don't let him cry when the reporters see us arriving on the red carpet," Sara ordered, more concerned with her lipstick than her son.