Attraction

Part Forty Nine

***italics means it's said in Korean***

Taehyung picked up the baby boy from his crib, carefully pulling the baby into his chest. He felt that same despair encase his chest and his eyes started to water. He was tired, but more than anything, alone.

He quickly took him out the room, checking on his twin brother before going towards the kitchen to prepare the bottle.

It was two in the morning.

"I can make the bottle. Take a seat." Seokjin's voice reached Taehyung's ears. He did as told and gently rocked the baby, making shushing noises as Seokjin prepared his food.

The sound of the door opening and closing caught them off guard, both freezing in their spots, listening to how loud the sound seemed through the quiet house. Both males turned their heads towards the entrance of their home. They listened to the sound of one of their soulmate as he stumbled through the door.

"I know how to walk!" Jimin pushed Namjoon's hands away from his body. He didn't want to be touched by him or any of them.

"You can't walk Minie. Let me help you!" Namjoon was trying to be patient.

But Jimin refused. He struggled to take his shoes off but somehow managed to do it. His eyes couldn't focus on anything in the house, except for a light. So he made his way towards it.

Namjoon walked behind the shorter male, arms around his form to catch him if he fell. But he managed to stumbled into the kitchen, where Seokjin ignored him and gave the bottle to Taehyung.

"I wanna feed my baby!" Jimin's loud voice made the baby boy jump, a suddenly lip quiver was seen and cry was heard.

"You're drunk! You can't feed him." Seokjin got in front of Taehyung, protecting Taehyung and the baby from Jimin.

"Move hyung... I want to see my baby." It would seem Jimin had sober up enough to stand without swaying.

"It's ok hyung. Jimin can help me by holding the bottle." Taehyung didn't want another fight to break out, not with the baby being present. He moved to the living room and Jimin stumbled behind him.

Seokjin was mad. Furious. Yet he didn't say anything to not make things between them worse. Jimin managed to sit, his hand wrapped around the bottle as their baby sucked and slowly went back to sleep.

Taehyung felt his heart beat fast.

One, this was the closest he's been to any of his soulmates for the past two months. Two, he didn't want Jimin's drunken mind to lash out, not while he was trying to feed their son.

He knew both Namjoon and Seokjin were getting tired of the drinking habit Jimin had picked up, but both held on because for their twin boys.

As soon as the bottle was finished, Taehyung quickly placed the baby on his shoulder, trying to get him to burp before he fully fell asleep. When he heard the cute sound, he got up and left. He closed the door just before the screaming began.

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Things were falling apart in the group.

Hoseok and Yoongi had moved out, coming to take care of the babies then leaving when night fell. They would stay about three to four night of the week to watch the twin babies over the night but when morning came they would leave.

Jungkook didn't say much.

He was there, most of the time. He would space out more than usual, kept his thoughts to himself. Not complaining or worrying. Not unless it had to do with their twins, with the only thing keeping him sane and together.

Jimin had been drinking more. He picked up the habit and he was starting to abusive the substance more and more these days, coming home late or having Seokjin or Namjoon pick him up from his favorite bar.

Namjoon, Seokjin and Taehyung were the main caretakers of the babies. They were fully committed and talked the most between themselves.

If it wasn't for the babies, they probably would have taken a break from each other.

Unfortunately or fortunately, everything was set with the adoption of their twin boys. The mother gave birth, had enough time to see them and say her goodbye before handing them over to the group of soulmates.

And it was those beautiful twin boys that kept them trying to at least stay in each other's presence.

Aila leaving left a hole in them, a constant reminder something was missing. They hadn't talked about the fact Aila exposed the ugly in them. Once they left that hospital all those years ago, they ignored the conversations they needed to have and went on with life. And now, they only had regret.

If a stranger had been able to love their soulmate, unconditionally, how had they not tried? Had they not talked? Communicated?

But maybe it was a good thing that their bonds broke. Maybe she would have controlled the bond. Maybe she was going to damage them beyond repair and that's the reasons the bonds broke. Maybe life took pity of the fate they were destined to, took pity of the pain their bonds were going to bring and decided to spare them of that hurt.

But dammit was it breaking them.