saved. [rewriting]

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jeonghan looked at seungcheol with tears in his eyes. 'only if i get to see my son tonight,' he said, leaning down to his hand and wiped his nose. he let out a small sigh, shooting a glare at the mirror in the room.

'he's already in a hotel room with our children's specialist, wen junhui. we were going to have to put him in foster care if you didn't agree because you would've gone to prison,' seungcheol explained and stood up to unlock the handcuffs that held jeonghan in his place.

the younger man stood up and rubbed his wrists; welts from the tightness of the cuffs. 'let me see him now.'

'of course.'

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seungcheol swiped the keycard across the little slit and opened the door to the hotel room where minghao and junhui were staying in. jeonghan pushed him away and ran to his son.

'minghao! oh, god, my baby!' he cried, kneeling down beside him. he and junhui were playing with trucks on the floor. 'i will never leave you again like that. i am so, so sorry, hao.'

minghao hugged back. 'it's okay, daddy. junnie gē kept me company. we played together with our trucks.'

'that's great,' the korean 'father' said and caressed his head softly. 'thank you, junhui. couldn't imagine how scared he was.'

junhui just smiled politely. he didn't look that old, maybe in his early twenties like jeonghan was himself.

'jeonghan, i'm sorry to disturb you, but we need to discuss some . . . business,' seungcheol interrupted the moment.

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i'm sorry for this shitty chapter. it's mostly a filler.