"IAM COMING, AND THIS TIME I WILL NOT LET YOU LEAVE.. I WILL BURN THIS ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD DOWN UNTIL I GET YOU, AND I DONT CARE WHO GETS BURNT."
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For eight years, Y/n has hidden from Kim Taehyung, the ruth...
“We are all a little broken but the last time I checked, broken crayon still color the same.”
The sun was shining outside, but Taehyung’s room remained in darkness, with thick curtains drawn over the windows. The quiet was abruptly interrupted as the door was flung open with a loud thud. Namjoon entered the room, carrying Jiho and Jiwon in each hand.
Only Namjoon and Jisoo were allowed to enter Taehyung’s private space without permission, and Namjoon smiled to himself at the sight that greeted him.
Taehyung was still asleep, his large body almost completely covering little Sen, who was nestled in his arms. It was such a heartwarming sight that Namjoon couldn’t resist taking out his phone.
He snapped a few photos, capturing the adorable scene. Jiho and Jiwon, noticing the camera, struck silly poses, making the moment even more delightful.
But the kids couldn’t stay still for long. Jiho and Jiwon climbed onto the bed, their giggles growing louder as they started jumping up and down.
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Taehyung groaned in his sleep, instinctively pulling Sen closer, but she remained blissfully unaware of the chaos around her, sleeping soundly.
Eventually, Taehyung let out a deep sigh and slowly opened his eyes, still half-asleep. A pout formed on his lips, but that quickly turned to shock when he saw Jiho and Jiwon’s faces mere inches from his.
Startled, he sat up with a yelp, which finally woke Sen. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off her drowsiness.
“Good morning!” Jiho and Jiwon yelled cheerfully, their faces beaming with mischief.
Taehyung blinked at them in confusion, his brain still catching up. “Morning…” he mumbled, annoyed, glancing over at Namjoon, who stood by the door, chuckling quietly.
“Sen, how’s your wound?” Namjoon asked, his voice gentle as he looked at the little girl who was now clinging to Taehyung’s shoulder.
Sen nodded sleepily, letting out another big yawn as she leaned into Taehyung.
“Okay, get ready. I’ll take you three home. Your mothers must be worried sick by now,” Namjoon said, his tone growing more serious. The mention of her mother made Sen’s eyes snap open and made her sit straight.
“Mumma? Jiwon! Jiho! Mumma?!” Sen shouted, her voice rising with panic.
“She’s freaking out now,” Jiwon said, rolling her eyes dramatically.
“Look, sissy! You wanted to enjoy the fun, remember? We made a deal, and you said you’d take responsibility if things got dangerous,” Jiho added, crossing his arms with a smirk.
“What? When did I say that?” Sen asked, bewildered.
“You didn’t say it exactly,” Jiwon replied with a sassy grin, “but you agreed to it.”
