silent symphony

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"Welcome home, baby…," Mrs. Park whispered, her voice turned thick with affection as she reached out, cupping Taehyung’s face gently.

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she was afraid he would disappear if she let go. Mr. Park was standing beside her, his gaze is warm yet filled with unspoken words.

Taehyung blinked up at them, his heart pounding in his chest.

He had spent his life in a different world, far removed from the luxury that surrounded him now. His eyes darted between them, searching for familiarity in their faces, in the warmth of their touch.

Mrs. Park's hands moved to smooth Taehyung’s hair, her lips pressing into a soft smile despite the tears threatening to spill. “You don’t know how long we’ve waited for this moment, sweetheart.”

Taehyung fidgeted slightly, glancing back at Jungkook, who was standing a few steps away with an unreadable expression.

Mr. Park cleared his throat, “Let’s go inside, Taehyung. There’s so much we want to show you. So much we want to tell you.”

Taehyung hesitated, gripping the hem of his sweater tightly before slowly nodding. Mrs. Park gently took his hand, leading him toward the grand entrance, her fingers squeezing his reassuringly.

Jungkook watched, his jaw clenching as he resisted the urge to reach out.

*

Taehyung stood in the grand living room, his wide eyes scanning the familiar unfamiliar space as he was there once before.

Mr. Park gently placed a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, guiding him forward. “Taehyung, there’s someone we’d like you to meet,” he said softly.

Across the room, a young girl and boy was standing.The girl, Momo, had a bright, welcoming smile, her long dark hair neatly tied into a ponytail. She looked elder than Taehyung, her eyes were filled with curiosity and warmth or so everyone thought.

Minjae was standing beside her, slightly taller with sharp features and an air of quiet confidence. His hands were tucked into his pocket, a smile is displayed across his face.

“This is your sister, Momo,” Mr. Park continued, his voice gentle. “And this is your brother, Minjae.

"We adopted them, when they needed shelter and protection, they will love you so much... " Mr. Park said with a smile.

Taehyung blinked, his lips parting slightly in surprise. Sister? Brother? He had never imagined having siblings. His fingers fidgeted at the hem of his sweater as he took a hesitant step forward.

Momo was the first to move,“I’ve been waiting to meet you,” she said with a bright smile. “I always wanted a little brother!” Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around Taehyung in a warm hug, catching him off guard.

Taehyung stiffened at first, not used to such open affection from strangers, but slowly, he relaxed, allowing her warmth to settle over him.

Minjae, on the other hand, simply nodded at him. “You’re finally home,” he said, “We’ve heard a lot about you, mom, dad missed you everyday.. "

Mrs. Park wiped a tear from her eye as she watched the scene unfold. “See, sweetheart? You’re not alone. You have us—you have them.”

Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat and gave a small nod.

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Minjae leaned back against the cold stone wall, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips.

"So… the so-called heir to the throne is here, huh?" he scoffed.