AHHH The Mood Boards Are So Prettyyyyy

AHHH the mood boards are so prettyyyyy 😲

I genuinely couldn't pick a favourite

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𝓕𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶.𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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 // 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.”

HELLOOO

HELLO MY BELOVED !! I missed you for the 2 minutes I wasn’t a writer here

Fruits of my labour // chapter 5

Yerum rubs his sore eyes as he rereads the textbook mandated by his school. He grumbles as Douhyun kicks his side. His brother had been kicking him every night since they started sleeping in the same bed as each other. In a way it was a relief. Sort of proof that he was still asleep next to him. Still next to him.

Yerum looked over to his mother, who was staring at the ceiling, still awake. He noted that she hadn't been sleeping lately. He couldn't blame her. Yerum knew that Douhyun was still too young to truly understand the situation at hand. That the police didn't know when or even if Hyungsik would be found. They couldn't explain that to Douhyun, not yet. Not until he's old enough.

Looking back down at his textbook he reread the citations on the diagram of a chicken's digestive tract. Yerum didn't quite know when or if he'd need this information but it was what was in his school's curriculum.

After reading for a little while he started to hear creaking, the creaking was accompanied by a strange feeling in his stomach, a gut feeling screaming danger was coming.

He closes the book and focuses all his attention on listening close to the sounds of the city apartment outside the bedroom door.

He heard the turning of the door handle and his heart started pounding against his chest.

The door continued to move and suddenly he was looking face to face with seven men.

He quickly moves back, trying to get away from the seven men who had just broken into his family’s home.

His mother had also heard the door opening and as she looked in the direction of the door, her eyes widened.

She quickly practically leaps up and grabs hold of Douhyun and Yerum who grips on to his mother. .

“Oh, how cute.” A man in a dark suit hums, peering at the family in front of him. Yerum’s gaze travelled from each of the men's faces to the guns they had gripped in their hands.

“Please, what do you want?” His mother stuttered, Yerum could feel the rapidly beating of her heart against his back. The terror in her voice only made Yerum even more scared. His mother had always found a way to hold it together. Even when they had to move to this cheaper apartment, even through all the times when they had struggled with money. She had always managed to stay calm for them.

Growing up and seeing his mother struggle was hard but in a way it was so inspirational to Yerum.

“We want what was rightfully ours in the first place.” One of the men spoke, his voice was soft and in itself a vast contrast to his appearance. His hands gripping his gun tightly.

“Hand over the children.” A man with tattooed arms motions to the two children who were nestled between the woman's arms.

“NO! Please I'll do anything, don't hurt my babies.” Y/n lets out a shaky breath. Trying to contain her tears.

“You seem to have misunderstood. We don't want to hurt your children. “ A serpent's voice fills the room.

“Then what do you want! Please don't hurt my little brother.” Yerum cries.

Jimin looks over at the boy's face and he struggles to not tear up. He could see the similarities between his son and himself.

“We don't want to hurt any of you, your mother needs to let go of you now. We’ll take you home.” A handsome but intimidating man says as he gestures to the two boys curled up in your arms.

“No, their home is here with me! You can't take my kids!”

“Why not, we already have your other son, what's his name? Hyungsik is it? He's with us now.”

Your heart raced and you gripped tighter to your children.

“WHy did you bastards take my baby?! He did nothing wrong.”

“Who said anything about him doing anything wrong? We took him because he's my son. You don't even remember me do you? We slept together and we had a baby. A baby I didn't know about because you never even tried to find me. Why shouldn't we inflict the same pain that you gave to us.”

Even though you were in shock you managed to mutter “us?”

“Yes, you seemed to enjoy your past wild nights so much that you had three children with three different men. What a coincidence it is that those three men are now married and happy alongside their other husbands.”

“Eomma?” Yerum questions.

“Please! Just leave us alone. Please just leave us alone.” You begged.

“No can do I am afraid, now hand over the children. Our children.”

“Please, don't take them away from me. I’m sorry, i'm so sorry”

“I think it's a little late for an apology don't you?”

“Please, I'll do anything. Just don't take my babies away from me.” tears start falling from your eyes.

“You're pretty confident for someone who’s face to face with seven men who are all holding guns.”

“My children are worth the risk.” you spit.

“That's it, I'm tired of waiting. Yoongi ", a man with an intricate dragon tattoo on his neck, nods to who you assume is Yoongi. Said man moves forward, his gun steady in his hands as he places the barrel against your head.

“Please don't do this,” You couldn't control the shaking in your voice.

“Please don't hurt my mother.” a new voice enters the room, the voice shaking with pure fear.

“No, it's ok baby. Shh shh” You try to calm Douhyun down but his lip quivers and tears start falling from his eyes.

“You may be my dad, but trust me if you do anything to my mother I will never forgive you! Who do you think you are? Maybe my mother was in the wrong but look at you now, threatening a woman's life in front of her sons. One of whom is only six!” Yerum shouts, looking directly into the eyes of the seven men in the room.

The man known as Yoongi, who was holding the gun to his mothers head, his hand wavers.

“So, if you take us, you'll have to take our mother too. I can promise you, as mad as you are at her it will be nothing compared to the pure rage i, we all will feel if something happens to our mother.” - Yerum

The men look at each other and slowly lower their guns.

“Get them in the car, all of them.”