Fruits Of My Labour // Ch2

Fruits of my labour // ch2

“Are you really my appa?” Hyungsik asks excitedly, walking along with the man who had just collected him from his friend's house.

“I am son,” the man dressed in all black smiles at his son’s excitement.

“Wait! What about eomma?” Hyungsik asks as he tugs on the long black trench coat made of soft material.

“Eomma said we should spend some time together, just us. You ok with that buddy?”

Hyungsik hums and makes that face, the face he always makes when he’s in thought.

“Can we get some chicken? I always love the chicken eomma makes.” The young boy asks curiously.

“We can do whatever you want son.” Taehyung hums.

“Ohh can we go to the toy store then? I’ve only been to one once. I want to see all the toys, I don’t have many but I like to look at them.” Hyungsik exclaims happily.

“Of course, shall we go to the toy store first? That way you can play with your new toys while we wait for our food.” Taehyung suggests, prying Hyungsik’s small fingers off of his coat.

Instead he wraps his larger hands around Hyungsik's smaller ones.

“Wait appa, you don’t have to buy me anything. I’m okay with just going to look.” Hyungsik tries desperately to explain.

Taehyung ignores him.

“Nonsense, we’ll go to the biggest store I know, how does that sound? My son deserves to be spoiled.” Taehyung leans down and kisses his son's cheek.

“Appa.” Hyungsik blushes, happy to be there, with his dad.

“Ahhh!” Hyungsik shrieks but that slowly turns into laughter as Taehyung pulls him up into his arms.

“No son of mine should have to walk in such old uncomfortable shoes. Come we will get you some shoes as well.”

“Thank you appa but please don’t waste your money on me. Eomma says we always have to be responsible with money because we don’t have a lot.” Taehyung listens thoughtfully to his son.

“It’s ok son, I have more money then your mother. What’s the point if I don’t spoil my angel a little bit?”

“Ok, does that mean I get to pick?”

“Yes, my son can pick his own shoes.” Taehyung pinches his son's cheek. Hyungsik looks away, giggling happily. Taehyung gazed at his son, happiness overcomes him, happiness mixed with a fiery anger.

‘How dare she keep him away from me for so long?’

“What do you mean?! He doesn’t have a dad! I don’t even know who his dad is!” Your throat was raw from shouting at the woman standing in front of you.

“Please don’t shout in front of my son on his birthday.” The woman, Mrs Park quips.

“That’s really what’s important to you right now!? My son is missing!” Tears fall down your cheeks, your breathing harsh, your mind fading into a questioning haze.

What if you never found him again?

Who took him?

What are they doing to him?

You needed your baby back.

“Ma’am please calm down, come sit here.” A gentle voice and an accompanying hand leads you to the nearby couch.

“Can you tell me all that you remember from today ma’am? don’t spare a single detail.” The police officer orders, pulling out his notepad.

“Well we had breakfast, got dressed and then came here, we weren’t allowed in as we were told there was going to be too many people but Hyungsik was as he’s one of Jaesung’s best friends, we went to get ice cream at a nearby park and waited until it was time to come collect Hyungsik. That’s when I received a message from Mrs Park telling me she let my son go with some stranger.”

“Maam we’ll do everything we can to find him ok? But you really need to breathe now.” You nod rapidly at the officer's words but you can’t seem to bring yourself to calm down your breathing.

“Mrs Park, what does the man look like?” Another officer at the scene asks,

“Like a model, all I can tell you is he was wearing all black, his hair was black and he had eyes that could make you want to rip your clothes off in a second.” Mrs Park smiles, but it’s bitter and more like a sneer.

You couldn’t control yourself, you scream, a bloodcurdling and pained scream.

“Eomma, will he be ok? Will Hyung be ok?” Douhyun asks, his voice soft trying to remain calm, but everyone in the room could hear the tremble in his voice.

“What the hell are you doing!? Mrs park, you let him go off with some stranger!?” Yerum shouts, red in the face, but the teenager was equally as terrifying as if it were a police officer or a low level mob boss shouting.

“Kid you really need to calm down,” a third police officer approaches and tries to place his hands on Yerum’s shoulders in an attempt to calm his breathing. Yerum’s elbows fly back, landing on the officer's stomach.

The officer trips backwards a groan leaving his lips as his hands clasp where he had been struck.

Yerum didn’t seem to notice as he was still busy shouting at Mrs Park, who had also started shaking slightly, her eyes that were once dry as a bone were now tearing up.

“You better start crying you bitch,” Yerum spits the vilest insults and you can’t seem to do anything other than sit there and listen.

“My brother could be walking towards his death because of you so whatever you remember you better spit it out and do it with some decorum.” Yerum stutters on the last word as if he’s struggling to pronounce it, it slightly undercuts his menacing tone.

Mrs Park nods before glancing around at the room, she sees you have calmed down slightly but your chest was still moving rapidly. Her son Jaesung was sitting solemnly next to Douhyun who was crying buckets, they wanted their best friend back. And Yerum, as Mrs Park comes to make eye contact with Yerum, the officer he had knocked down had gotten back up and was watching the situation closely.

“I’ll start from the beginning.”

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 𝓶.𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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