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Fruits of my labour // chapter 3

“Eomma, you're squeezing too tight.” Douhyun moans, trying to release himself desperately from his mothers grasp.

“I am sorry baby but eomma needs to protect you.” You can't help yourself but to squeeze him tighter.

“It’s too tight, just a little looser please” Douhyun asks.

“Ok baby, I am sorry.” you let him go slightly but keep him close to you.

“Can you please be quiet? I'm trying to sleep.” Yerum moans grumpily.

“Do you miss him hyung?” Douhyun whispers, looking at his brother's back moving along with his breathing.

“Of course I do. Douhyun, what kind of question is that?” Yerums breathing speeds up. His tone shakes slightly. You could tell he was close to crying.

“We all do baby, that's why you're sleeping in eomma’s bed tonight, so you don't feel so alone.” You don't want to tell him the real reason why you're keeping him so close, that what happened to his brother could happen to him. You needed to keep your boys close to you, you werent gonna lose them as well.

You weren't going to sleep anyway, how could anyone sleep in the situation you were currently in?

“Taehyung, I see you’ve brought a guest. How’re you doing, little guy?” The man asks, smiling at the shy child who grabs his fathers coat and hides behind his back.

“Hyungsik, this is Hoseok, Hoseok is daddy’s husband. You know what that is?” Taehyung peeks at the little boy who looks up back at his father and nods.

“You know Jimin and Yoongi are not going to be happy about this don’t you?” Hoseok glances up at Tae before turning his attention back to Hyungsik who was still hiding behind the comfort of his father.

“To be honest, Hyung, that is the least of my worries, I need to get my little man to sleep. We've had quite the day haven't we son?”

“I had so much fun appa! I loved it so much.”

“I'll talk to Yoongi and Jimin in a bit, just let me put my son down for the night.” Taehyung practically pleads with his husband.

“Very well, but please don't let it be known that I knew about this. You know what it's like when those two get angry.” Hoseok jokes earning a light chuckle from Taehyung.

“You'll be in the room though, nevermind this little guy it's nearly Jinnie’s bedtime, you know the rules.”

“Once Jinnie is tired we are all tired.” The two men synchronise, ending their conversation with a peck on the lips, Taehyung and Hyungsik head off to put Hyungsik to bed.

“Appa?” Hyungsik’s small voice calls from under the sheets.

“What is it, my son?” Taehyung, who was just about to leave before his son called out for him, sat next to Hyungsik on the massive king sized bed.

“I really enjoyed today but shouldn't I be going home? Eomma will miss me otherwise.”

Taehyung nods thoughtfully at his son, Hyungsiks words pulling on his heart strings, but he can't bring himself to tell his son the truth, that his eomma couldn't look after him like his appa could. Taehyung had more money, and more time to make sure his son had everything he needed.

So he lied.

“Actually baby, eomma said you should stay with me for awhile, how does that sound?” Taehyung questions while stroking his son's hair.

“It sounds good appa,” Hyungsik says, yawning half way through his sentence.

“You get some rest my son, I promise there's another fun day ahead tomorrow.”

Just as Taehyung got up to leave, Hyungsik asked him another question.

“What about my hyungs? Why aren't they here spending time with us as well?”

Taehyung could have sworn he heard his heart shatter into 3 million pieces.

“Well son, if your brothers were here with us as well, eomma would be lonely right?” Taehyung treads carefully, he was unsure if what he was saying was the right thing to ease the little boy's curiosity.

“Yeah, you're right appa, goodnight appa. I love you”

And just like that, the 3 million pieces of his heart were back together again and Taehyung felt like he was walking on clouds.

Never before had he felt this type of euphoria. It came close when he married the loves of his life but not quite, this was stronger. The happiest he's ever been, he's sure of it.

“I love you too son, sleep tight. What would you like for breakfast in the morning?” Taehyung catches himself asking.

Hyungsik was half asleep, Taehyung wanted to laugh. If he didn't have the DNA results he would've thought he'd picked up Yoongi hyungs kid by mistake.

Taehyung turns to leave but before he does he hears a gentle “Bacon n’ eggs please appa.”

But even with his half asleep quiet voice,Taehyung heard. “Ok son, i'll ask Seokjin to make it the best ever for you.”

Taehyung didn't get a response after that.

He smiled at his son one last time before quietly shutting his door and heading to the top floor of the manor where his and his husbands bedroom was.

“Ahh there he is,” His oldest Hyung sighs in relief whilst checking his watch. “What took you so long? And where were you all day?” If Taehyung didn't know any better he'd say his older husband looked annoyed, but Taehyung did know better. Seokjin was teasing him. He loved to do that to all of them and none of them have ever complained. They love him too much to complain.

But nevertheless he was going to answer Seokjin’s question, it actually gave him a perfect opening. God, he loved his hyung so much.

“Haha very funny,” Taehyung played along, admittedly quite nervous for the reactions of the men in the room, but it was now or never.

“I was spending the day with Hyungsik.” Taehyung responds, waiting for a response from the room.

“Who's Hyungsik again? Is he that really hot bodyguard that keeps checking you out because I swear to god if it's him Kim Taehyung you're going to have a man's blood on your hands.” Jungkook seethed,

“Are you jealous Jungkookie?” Seokjin teases, the oldest teasing the youngest.

“No it's he who needs to be jealous after all, Taehyung is ours. Not some greasy ex trash man.”

“Anyways, would you like to continue Taehyung.” Namjoon says, putting down his book to glance at Taehyung. Once glance and Namjoon knew there was more.

“Hyungsik is my son.”

The room stared at him in silence for a few moments and then both Jimin and Yooongi started shouting at Taehyung.

“What do you mean you were spending time with your son!?” - Jimin

“We had a plan, remember Taehyung?!” - Yoongi

The two continue to yell for a few more seconds before Namjoon shushes them.

“You two need to calm down, although I agree with their sentiment. You knew this was important to them, Taehyung. Why would you go without them?”

Taehyung sighs before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“I'm really sorry and I know it was selfish but I couldn't stand the thought of my son out there without me being in his life. I am willing to do anything to make it up to you, I'll even sleep in the guest room and I'll rewrite the whole plan. But please, know that I am sorry but I did what needed to be done. You should've seen the state of the woman he was left with while his mother went out for ice cream. Your boys are safe for now I promise and they'll be safe until we go to collect them.”

“When will we collect them?” Hoseok asks

“Tonight.” says Jin, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

“Yoongi, Jimin, you'll meet your sons tonight.”

Fruits of my labour // chapter 4

“Ma’am please have a seat.” a kind looking police officer motions to the chair opposite him.

“Thank you officer,” You replied before taking the seat he gestured to.

“Do you have any updates, officer?” You ask, your desperation not being to hide itself away.

“Unfortunately. Not much ma'am but we’ll keep trying and we will find your son” the officer bows politely. A look of sorrow in his eyes.

“thank you officer, please keep me updated” you say. Bowing politely before getting up to get Yerum and Douhyun from the officer waiting outside the room where you had just received the news of no updates on your little boy.

Choking back a sob as you had to face questions from your other sons.

“Come on boys, let's head home.” the pair of their heads snapped in your direction, a look of hope in their eyes, hope that you had to extinguish.

The kind police officer watched as you exited the building. Waiting for a second before picking up his phone.

“Hello sir, yes she's leaving now. We didn't say anything about the location of your son sir.”

“Very well done, you’ll surely be rewarded.”

“Thank you Mr Kim.”

“So what's the plan hyung?” Jimin asks, clearly eager.

“We will wait until the mother is asleep and then we will break into her apartment and take the boys.”

“Isn't that too risky?” Yoongi ponders

“There’s seven of us. She’d be easily outnumbered.”

“So we pry the boys out of her arms?”

“Exactly.”

Jimin bites his bottom lip, his heart pounding as the seven of them wait in the dark car outside the building where their sons lived with their mother.

The clock kept ticking away, they waited and waited until the time was right.

“Let’s go, now.”

The seven of them move swiftly, creeping in the dark as they move closer to their target.

“1,2,3 go” Namjoon waits by the door before signalling for the men around him to open the door.

Jungkook leans down by the door, hacking into the electrical lock.

After a total of 5 seconds the door beeped and the door was pushed open.

The men hold their guns securely in their hands, not intending to use them. But if worse came to worse then they would do what they had to.

The men survey the apartment, looking around.

“Ahh look how gross this place is, so small that there’s barely enough room to walk around and the carpet is coming up off of the floor.”

“I can’t believe that woman has raised our sons in this.” Jimin scoffs in disgust.

“Move forward” Namjoon motions with a flick of his middle and index fingers.

The seven of them continue to move around the apartment. Before coming to a door.

“This is it.” Hoseok nodded to the rest of the men.

“Let’s go then.”

𝓕𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶.𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Fruits of my labour // chapter 1

“Eomma! I can't find my jacket, have you seen it?” A small but slightly panicked voice called from up the stairs.

“Sweetheart you don't have to be ready for three hours yet.” You called to your son, Hyunsik, who was busy struggling to lift up some clothes in the washing basket. Still desperately searching for his favourite jacket.

“But I really don't want to be late, Jaesung said that there would be chocolate cake.”

“Yes I know sweetie, his mother confirmed. But you know, if you get there too early you'll have to help set up.” Hyungsik made the face he always makes when he's in thought.

“I’m ok with that” he decides confidently.

“Really,” you raise your eyebrows in mock thought “You'd be ok with listening to uncle Doohwans stories for three extra hours?”

Hyungsik's face morphed into an expression of horror.

“No, no! Definitely not that” he exclaimed.

“Ok so, how about we find your jacket later, Yerum and Douhyun are barely awake yet my love” you play with your son's soft hair before flicking his forehead playfully.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“Bacon n’ eggs! Please!”

“Of course my baby. Do you think your brothers would want the same?”

You say as you squeeze past your son and into your tiny kitchen where the wall paper was peeling and your gas was barely working. You really needed to find the money to move to a new place.

“I think so eomma, they seem to love bacon n’ eggs almost as much as me.”

“Almost as much as you huh, I best give my big strong boy a big portion then right?”

He laughs but you notice his laugh sounds different than usual, almost deflated, like he was faking his laughter at your expense.

“Eomma, please dont waste food on me. I only need a small bit. If anything you should give Yerum more, he's older” he mumbles, almost like he's trying to keep secrets.

“Why do you say that baby?” you could hear how your voice was laced with concern. You were pretty sure your son could hear it too by the way he looked away from you. Almost as if he felt guilty for bringing it up.

“Baby, are you ok?”

“I'm fine eomma, it's just that I feel guilty. You spent a lot of money on my new jacket. We could've used that money to save for something more important like a new oven but instead you bought me a jacket.” He explains and the whole time he's looking into your eyes with tears forming in his.

“We needed that money eomma and it was wasted on me because I wanted a new jacket. I'm really sorry, so please don't waste anymore money on me ok?”

“Baby, Baby it's not like that,” You come to sit next to him on the worn out kitchen chairs. “ I didn't waste my money on you, you need to look good for your friends' party, don't you worry about money baby, you're too young to worry about money yet, let eomma handle that ok?” A pit forms in your stomach and all you can do is wrap your son in your arms.

“Dont you worry son, let mama handle all these things, ok?”

“Promise me?”

“Ok, eomma. I promise”

The two of you heard patting against the old wooden floor boards and soon followed a small voice.

“Eomma, can I have eggs n’ bacon for breakfast.” Douhyun asks, clinging on to his carrot plushie that your mother had given him.

“Looks like you were right sweetie, maybe that means you'll win some party games later as well.” You kiss Hyunsik’s forehead and move to go back to the kitchen to cook for your sons.

“Ok so everyone knows the plan, me, Douhyun and Yerum will go get some ice cream at the park across the street.” You explain.

“Ok mama,” Hyunsik skips along happily just ahead of you.

“Why can't I go to the party as well mama?” Douhyun asks.

“Well because there's gonna be a lot of people there my love. Perhaps there just wasn't enough room.”

“HYUNGSIK HEY!” an energetic voice calls.

“JAESUNGIE!” your son equally as excited calls back.

“Ok you have fun my darling,” you nudge him forward and wave him goodbye.

“Mama, can I have chocolate?” Douhyun asks, clinging onto you.

“Yes of course my love, i should have a coupon somewhere here. Anything for you, Yerum?”

“No, I'm ok.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure, yes.” His words held a slight annoyance.

“Ok, well i did ask.”

“Can we watch the sunset eomma?” Douhyun asks.

“Yes of course my love.”

You watched the sun slowly setting for 40 minutes whilst enjoying your ice cream.

You hear the ding of your phone so before you start to walk back to the apartment you check your phone and your heart drops.

‘Hey Y/n, there was a man here five minutes ago claiming to be Hyungsik’s father, so i let him take him home’