𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ✷ (𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 13: 𝐀 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

Weeks flew by in a blur of activity. Jungkook and Taehyung, with the help of their lawyer, meticulously gathered evidence against Sahee and the elusive Minho. Rumors swirled like autumn leaves, fueled by their celebrity status and the unexpected custody battle.

One particularly gloomy afternoon, a relentless downpour drumming against the windows, Taehyung's heart lurched as the clock ticked past the twins' usual arrival time. A knot of worry tightened in his stomach. He dialed Jungkook's number, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Hey, Tae," Jungkook answered, his voice laced with surprise. "Everything alright?"

Taehyung's voice hitched. "No, kook. The twins...they haven't come home from school."

Panic surged through Jungkook. He raced to the school, Taehyung hot on his heels. Their arrival sent a ripple of commotion through the staff room. Confusion clouded the principal's face as he explained, "Their mother came to pick them up earlier. We assumed it was you, Mr. Jeon, with the recent court proceedings."

(Imagine them with a worried expression)

Taehyung's blood ran cold. "Mother? What mother?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The principal shook his head, regret etching lines on his face. "We apologize for the misunderstanding. We should have confirmed before releasing them."

A cold dread settled over them. They knew exactly who "mother" was. Ignoring the concerned whispers around them, Jungkook and Taehyung stormed out of the school, their minds racing as they formulated a plan.

Back home, they huddled with their friends, their faces grim. Hoseok, his usual cheery demeanor replaced by a steely resolve, sprang into action. "We need to divide and conquer," he declared. "Jimin, Yoongi, you're with me. We'll check all the places Sahee might take them."

Namjoon, ever the strategist, pulled out his laptop. "Taehyung, Jungkook, tell me everything you know about Sahee and Minho. Any connections, any potential hideouts?"

The urgency of the situation fueled their memory. They recounted every detail, every past encounter, clinging to any shred of information that might lead them to the twins.

As the night deepened, the city transformed into a labyrinth of dark streets and shimmering neon signs. Each passing hour stretched into an agonizing eternity. The rain seemed to mock their frantic search, blurring the lines between hope and despair.

But they wouldn't give up. The love they held for the twins, the fierce protectiveness that bound them as a family, fueled their relentless pursuit. They were determined to bring their children home, no matter the cost.

Relief, like a sudden burst of sunshine, pierced through the storm clouds hanging over their hearts. Yoongi's voice, crackling through the phone, held the sweetest news they could have hoped for. "We found them. The twins are safe."

A strangled cry escaped Taehyung's lips, tears blurring his vision. Jungkook, his face etched with relief, crushed Taehyung into a hug. The tension that had coiled around them for hours finally snapped, leaving behind a raw wave of emotion.

They raced to the police station on the outskirts of Seoul, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within them. Each passing mile felt like an eternity, the car a cage holding them back from their precious children.

Finally, they burst through the doors of the station, their eyes searching. And then they saw them, huddled in a corner, their faces smudged with dirt and worry, but their eyes shining with a familiar light.

Taehyung and Jungkook were upon them in a heartbeat, scooping them up in a crushing embrace. Tears streamed down their faces, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over them. The twins, overwhelmed by the sudden reunion, clung to them tightly, their small bodies trembling slightly.

As they settled, the kind-faced police officer, Yoongi's friend, explained the situation. "I found them huddled on my doorstep, soaked and shivering," he said. "They were asking for you, Mr. Jeon and Mr. Kim. They said they were your twins, but with their dirty clothes, I wasn't sure at first. But then, one of them, the smaller one," he gestured towards the little girl, "mentioned your names, and it clicked."

A shiver ran down Taehyung's spine. Minho. The twins must have in Sahee's clutches, but how did Minho fit into the picture?

The officer continued, "The little boy, he mentioned someone named Minho. Said he was bad and wouldn't let them go home. That's what I called Yoongi."

Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged a worried glance. Minho's involvement added another layer of complexity to the situation. But for now, all that mattered was that the twins were safe. They showered them with hugs and whispered reassurances, promising to never let them out of their sight again.

The night was far from over. They had questions, about their escape, about Minho, about Sahee, and the ordeal they had endured. But for now, they held their children close, savoring the warmth of their little bodies against theirs. The storm had passed, leaving behind a fragile peace, a promise of a brighter tomorrow.

Author-talesof_winterbunny aka Deya
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