Give Him Back(Completed)

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Youta gasped, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, his hands tried to claw at Valentine in an attempt to get him to remove his grip on hair. In fact, the man was pulling on his hair so much that a few of it was ripped out of their roots and blood seeped out of his head, travelling down his face.

Karma and Gakushū felt like vomiting just by watching this.

They both know they would trade everything they possess just to hold their baby again.

"No dads please don't do it! Please! Papa don't give him what he wants! Daddy no!" Youta begged

Valentine's smug face falls and it reddens with anger. He starts slapping the boy back and forth and spitting on his face. "Ignorant boy!"

The parents watched, frozen as the man continued to hurt their son.

Despite his torture, Youta continued to plead for his parents not to do what Valentine wanted. His voice cracking and his body shivering as he betrays his real needs for the sake of saving his parents' reputation.

They knew crying won't solve anything, but they couldn't controll how they fet. But still, even as they cried their anger still simmered right below the surface.

Youta was thrown against the ground, his back was stepped on by the heel of  Valentine's boot. The boy curled to his side to protect himself as best as he can. "Watch carefully you two!" The man points at the camera.

"Watch as I tear your baby to shreds!" He cackled maliciously.

Then, all humor vanished without a trace. "Remember, fifty billion yen. If I don t get that amount within the hour, your precious son gets every bone in his body broken" he raises Youta's hand. "Starting with his fingers"

"And may I just say I love your boy's hands, so smooth...his fingers are so delicate and lean..."

Karma finally lost it when Valentine opened his mouth and swallowed Youta's fingers whilst keeping his eyes on the camera, sucking and licking his fingers like a lollipop. Youta shuddered in disgust and fear

Karma grabbed a chair and threw it on the screen

SMASH!

He watched the TV fall off the wall and smash on the floor.

The red head was heaving, his fists clenched.

Gakushū meanwhile, had thrown his phone on the wall, completely breaking it.

Karma slowly turned to face his desk, reached under it, pressed another hidden button, and then another TV screen appeared on the wall. It turned on and showed the damned footage again.

"When you have the money, call the number on the bottom of the message, and we will schedule a meeting to trade our portions. A little warning that, any call not related to the cash will result in the death of Asano Akabane Youta. Have a nice day"

And then the screen went black.

The red head breathes heavily, his chest tight like he had just run a marathon.

He dropped to his knees and cradles his face in his hands. He allows himself to fall apart, wishing his husband was there beside him to hold him and comfort him

But he knows his husband is suffering at the same time too.

Meanwhile with Gakushū, the man had already let himself cry for a few gut wrenching seconds, letting all of his emotions out with a great scream.

It was a miracle no one had walked in the room yet.

The strawberry blonde lifts his head, wiping away his tears he pulls himself together, gathering the anger pooling in his stomach and chest. His violet eyes darkening dangerously, he storms out of the lounge and heads to his father's office.

His adrenaline pumping through his veins and beating along the frantic pulsing of his heart.

He knows he has a long hour ahead of him