silent symphony

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Mr. Kim stepped forward, his hands trembling. “Taehyung, you’ll always be my son,” he said, his voice breaking. “But they’re your real parents, the ones who brought you into this world. I… I just had the honor of raising you.”

Taehyung’s eyes filled with tears as he tried to make sense of the situation. “You’re not my aboji?” he signed with shaky arms.

Mr. Kim shook his head,  “I am, in my heart. But they’re your blood. They’ve missed you, Taehyung, and they love you just as much as I do.”

Mrs. Park broke into sobs, unable to hold back any longer. “We’ve always loved you, Taehyung. We never stopped searching for you.”

Taehyung’s small frame trembled as he clutched Jungkook’s hand tightly. “Alpha… what should I do?” he signed, his face painted with confusion and fear.

Jungkook pulled him into a comforting embrace. “You don’t have to decide anything right now, pup. Just take your time. Everyone here loves you, and that’s what matters most.”

Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook’s chest, his tears soaking through the fabric of his shirt. The room was silent except for the sound of quiet sobs, each person lost in their own emotions.

Finally, Taehyung pulled away slightly, looking at the Parks and Mr. Kim with tear-streaked cheeks. “I… I don’t know what to say,” he admitted.

Mrs. Park knelt beside him, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch his cheek. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart. Just know that we’re here for you, always.”

Taehyung nodded slowly, his mind still spinning. But as he looked around the room, he saw nothing but love and sincerity in their eyes. It didn’t erase the confusion, but it gave him a small sense of comfort.

Mr. and Mrs. Park sat across from Taehyung, their faces etched with years of longing, regret, and a deep, unspoken love. The silence in the room was thick, but it was filled with the weight of their emotions. Taehyung, still sitting close to Jungkook, looked up at them, his eyes filled with confusion and a quiet fear.

Mrs. Park was the first to break the silence. Her voice was soft, trembling with emotion as she reached out, her hand hovering just above Taehyung’s. “Taehyung… my sweet boy, you’ve grown so much. We’ve missed you every day of our lives.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued, her voice breaking. “When we lost you… it was like we lost a part of ourselves. We searched everywhere, never giving up hope that one day, we’d find you. We never stopped loving you, Taehyung. Not for a single moment.”

Her words seemed to hang in the air, filled with a rawness that made Taehyung’s heart ache. He looked at her, his lips parted as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. Mrs. Park’s hand gently brushed against his cheek, her fingers trembling as she wiped away a tear that had escaped his eye.

“We don’t expect you to understand all of this right now,” Mr. Park spoke next, his voice steady but laced with emotion. He leaned forward, his gaze locked with Taehyung’s. “But we’ve always wanted you. You are our son. You were taken from us, and we never stopped fighting to get you back.”

His voice faltered slightly,  “Every day without you was a day we felt lost. But now, here you are, and we just want you to know that we love you. We will always love you, no matter what.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicked to Jungkook, searching for reassurance, but Jungkook simply nodded, his hand resting firmly on Taehyung’s back, grounding him. He could feel the emotions swirling within Taehyung, but he knew this was something Taehyung needed to hear.