Our Babyboy

Chapter 2

The late afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the city. The park, once filled with the laughter of children and the warmth of midday, began to quiet as the evening crept closer. Yet for Taehyung, time seemed to stand still in the moment. His small hands gripped the chains of the swing as he soared back and forth, his wide eyes filled with wonder.

Ahjumma sat on a nearby bench, her face softened by a gentle smile as she watched him play. "Careful, Taehyung-ah! Don't go too high!" she called out.

As the swing slowed, Taehyung jumped off gracefully, his small feet landing softly on the ground. He turned toward Ahjumma, flashing her a bright smile as he ran over to her. She stood, opening her arms wide, welcoming him into a warm embrace. The golden light of the fading sun bathed them, casting long shadows across the park, a peaceful moment shared between them.

Far from this serene scene, in the high-rise building of a bustling district, the atmosphere was anything but calm. Jimin and Jungkook stood in their private office, tension thick in the air despite the silence between them. The floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a breathtaking view of the city below, but neither of them paid it any mind. Jimin, with his fingers trailing along the edge of the desk, stared at the phone screen in front of him. It displayed a photo—one they had taken just hours earlier in that very same park. The photo was of the boy they couldn't stop thinking about. Taehyung.

"He's perfect," Jimin murmured, his voice low and smooth but edged with something darker. His eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the image, admiring the innocent expression on the boy's face, the way his wide eyes sparkled with wonder as he swung through the air.

Jungkook, standing behind Jimin, arms crossed over his chest, nodded. "Too perfect to let go," he said quietly. His voice had a sharpness to it, laced with something possessive. His dark eyes flickered toward his phone where the same picture rested. A flicker of something dangerous glinted in his gaze—an intense longing, a hunger.

Jungkook had never been one to let things slip through his fingers, and this—this boy—was no exception.

"We don't even know his name," Jimin sighed, though his tone remained calm, calculating. "But we will."

Jungkook reached for the intercom button on his desk and pressed it. "Come into my cabin now," he ordered, his voice curt.

Within moments, the door opened, and the secretary stepped in, clipboard in hand, a professional smile on her face. Jungkook didn't waste time on pleasantries. He held out his phone, showing her the photo of Taehyung. "Find him," he said simply. "I want every detail about him—who he is, where he lives, who takes care of him. Everything."

The secretary hesitated for only a moment, her eyes flicking over the photo before nodding quickly. She took the phone from his hand, already preparing to get to work. "Understood, Mr. Jeon," she said, her tone obedient, almost fearful. She knew better than to ask questions, especially when it came to Jungkook and Jimin's demands.

Once she left the room, Jimin turned toward Jungkook, leaning against the edge of the desk, his eyes still dark with intent. "We'll have him soon," Jimin said, his voice carrying the same weight of certainty that Jungkook's did. "And when we do... he'll be ours."

Jungkook stepped closer, his gaze lingering on Jimin, possessiveness swirling between them. Their relationship had always been intense, a constant push and pull of control and desire, but this—this was different. Taehyung was different. They both felt it, something deep and primal pulling them toward him.

Jungkook's hand found its way to Jimin's chin, tilting his face up as he leaned down. "As long as he belongs to us, I don't care," he replied, his voice soft but filled with a possessive edge.