silent symphony

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Mrs. Park"s voice trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched the edge of the couch, her knuckles turning white. "I am a hundred percent sure, love," she choked out, her voice breaking. "He is ours. He is our boy." Her words hung in the air, heavy with certainty and desperation.

Mr. Park was sitting across from her, his brows furrowed in sorrow.

"Did you notice?" Mrs. Park continued, her eyes sparkling in excitement"He’s a perfect blend of us. He has my hair and skin tone, and that smile... those eyes... they’re yours, every bit of them." Her trembling hands reached for her husband.

Mr. Park let out a heavy sigh, his gaze dropping to the floor"I understand fraya... But we can't now... We don't have any proof, moreover he is under that cunning jeon jungkook, I don't understand how did he got the guardianship..? "

Fraya’s eyes widened, her tears flowing more freely now. Her voice was barely a whisper as she asked, "Is he... is he the one who took my baby away from me?"

"My little angel, whom I wasn't even able to hold once... "

Mr. Park shook his head "You are  emotional right now fraya,  Think about it—Jungkook was just a boy himself back then. It doesn’t add up."    Mr. Park reasoned out.

But Fraya was inconsolable. She buried her face in her hands, her sobs wracking her body.

"Please," she cried,"Please bring my baby to me. He’s eighteen now, and you and I both know the truth—he’s a male omega. What if something happens to him?" Her voice broke, and she shook her head violently, as if trying to dispel the horrific thoughts forming in her mind. "No, no... I can’t think like that. But please, I beg you, bring him to me."

Mr. Park’s heart ached at the sight of his wife’s despair. He moved to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her trembling shoulders.

"Fraya," he said softly,  "We’ll figure this out. I promise you, we’ll find a way"

She turned to him, her tear-streaked face filled with a mixture of hope and desperation. "Promise me," she whispered, clutching his hand tightly. "Promise me you’ll bring him back."

Mr. Park nodded, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I promise," he said farmly"We’ll bring him home."

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A few days later....

Under the comforter jungkook spooned taehyung's naked body, giving small kisses in his neck and shoulder while caressing the swell of knott on the omega's smooth tummy.

Jungkook’s rut had overtaken him earlier, an uncontrollable storm of need and desire. In the heat of the moment, he had claimed Taehyung completely, knotting him for the first time.

Taehyung had felt it—the sharp stretch, the unfamiliar fullness. A gasp had escaped his lips, caught between pleasure and the sting of pain. His body trembled, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation, the connection so intimate it left him breathless.

But Jungkook was there,  His deep voice whispered soft reassurances into Taehyung’s ear, his lips brushing gently over his skin. Each kiss was soothing, each touch easing the ache. Slowly, the pain faded, replaced by a comforting warmth that spread through him, filling every corner of his being with a sense of belonging and love.

Taehyung's fingers found Jungkook's, intertwining with them as his body began to relax, surrendering completely to the moment. His breathing slowed, syncing with Jungkook's.