Please Come Back

Ch - 21

Taehyung's hums in his sleep, squeezing the pillow between his arms and snuggling close into the warm duvets. Even though he was feeling all warm and cozy, he was feeling a unfamiliar feeling pooling inside his heart. It was like someone was staring at him.

He flutter his eyes open, slowly and tries to adjust to the bright lights in the room. He rubs his eyes and slowly sits up, stretching his arms and now finally opening his eyes. A terrified scream leaves his lips and he immediately covers up his body with the duvet when he realizes someone was staring at him, and that someone happens to be Jungkook.

Taehyung looks around in rush, and realizes that he wasn't in his room but rather a luxurious looking room. He backs away and bumps his back on the head board, a scared expression washed over his face.

" Where am I? " Taehyung yells with wide eyes.

" I am asking you something? A-and where is my son?" Taehyung now removes the duvet from him, standing up and running towards the door. But just right before he could reach and grab the knob, a hand grabs his hand and pulls him roughly making him collide with another body.

" Who is he? " Jungkook asks, his voice an octave lower causing cold shivers to run through his body. Taehyung gathers up his self and slowly looks up at the older, a murderous look on his face which didn't fazed the older at all.

" What are you talking about? " His voice drops a octave lower too, which is too deep from Jungkook's. He yanks his arm away from the Mafia leader's grip who let's out a chuckle. A chuckle that held no humour at all, rather it dripped with sarcasm.

" Don't act like you don't know what I am talking about. " Honestly, Taehyung was scared to his life. The terrifying thoughts running across his mind wasn't helping him to understand to whom the raven haired male was referring to.

" I am talking about that kid Taehyung, who calls you 'eomma'. " Taehyung widens his eyes and stumbles back. His hands started to sweat and tremble.

" Why are you shaking Taehyung, are you perhaps hiding something from me? " Jungkook smirks sadistically, taking slow steps towards Taehyung who was backing off with scared steps.

" What makes you think I am hiding something, and why do you even care? " He pauses, and continues again, " Just tell me if my son is safe and let me fucking go! " He snaps. Jungkook laughs and shakes his head, finding Taehyung's behaviour amusing.

Internally he was hurt, but he didnt blamed Taehyung for it. He blamed himself. He deserved all those words. He deserved being feared by the person he...... He finds it better not to mention.

Jungkook was trying his best. His best to just get his shit straight and talk everything out calmly. But he couldn't do anything according to what he honestly wants to. A heavy load of emotions were weighing down on Jungkook making him feel frustrated about everything. No matter how hard the raven haired tried to let out his emotions in front of Taehyung in hopes to show his feelings, he just couldn't do it.

" That kid is safe. " Jungkook finishes and Taehyung rages, his hands turned into fists and his nails digs into his palm.

" If you even touch my son, it won't be good for you, including that wife and that child of yours." A slap lands on Taehyung's face, making him smirk.

If anyone touches his son, he doesn't care who he is going to hurt, not even if it's a pregnant woman or an unborn child. He would cross every limit to keep his son safe between his arms.

Panic rushes over Jungkook. ' No no! What did I do?' He curses himself several times. But it was intolerable for him to hear Haru being referred to as his wife conceiving his child. ' No, Tisha did it. I didn't. Tisha did it!'