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One
"They have to be your sons," Jimin had accused, "They have your distinct family features stamped on them, you were at the university of new york that one time, kiddo."
Kim Taehyung stood in the now silent room, the accusation his second in command had just made was still echoing through his head.
He didn't need to keep gazing at the photograph Jimin, Min Yoongi's mate had taken with his mobile phone on their way through LaGuardia (NY) Airport.
Jimin was on his way back after visiting his husband's side of the family. He went directly to the penthouse to confirm such a statement, to show me the boys' faces.
They were already carved into his memory for all time.
Two black-haired, honey-tan-skinned and dark-eyed identical faces looked back at him, their parent kneeling beside them. The three of them were shabbily dressed in cheap-looking clothes.
Tall, dark-haired, with the features of two thousand years of alpha-male victorious Baek-ho warriors, where the determination was sculpted into their psyche and the bones of his handsome face.
"I don't know anything about them," Taehyung said, breaking the silence.
"Of course you don't but you can't deny that they're yours," Jimin retorted, "Just look at those faces. Those children are of your blood."
He looked at the photograph again and then announced curtly, "Of my blood."
Jimin stared at him, baffled and confused, "Huh?"
Taehyung looked at his pack brother, on the verge of quarrelling just as they had always done as children. He turned towards the wide penthouse windows and looked beyond them to where the horizon met the Han river.
