Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight:

(Kismet)

Looking at the ceiling surely wasn't doing anything to aid Taehyung's mind. It only makes him think deeper and deeper about he hates everything that went wrong, everything that prevented him from being with Hoseok.

He hated life. Once again.

His body has this feeling that he had not felt in a long time: dread, loneliness, feelings about The importance of his life lingering like a breath of death just waiting until you call it your own.

His room was dark, there was a dim light coming from the hallway, and a noice was loud enough to fill his room.

It's probably Seokjin doing some cleaning. After school he would just come home, work on his homework and then clean the house as he helped Seokjoon do his homework.

For Taehyung, that made him more miserable. Going on as if there isn't this huge problem pending, waiting for his future to be either destroyed or finally be able to have closure is torture.

With a deep sigh, he drags his limp body outside of his room and navigates the living room, with his eyes squinting from the brightness of the light. He had been under dark too long, figuratively and literally.

There in the middle of the living room, sat right in front of the sofa, his legs crisscrossed, and a laundry basket to the right side of him was Seokjin, speaking  with authority to Seokjoon.

He did not look up as Taehyung plopped on the small sofa, resting his jaw on top of the arm.

"What are you lecturing Seokjoon about this time," he lazily said, his hair empowering his eyes, already given up.

"Seokjoon, broke the window of his bedroom with a goofy figurine because he had decided to throw a tantrum so now he is not going to see Namjoon tomorrow," Seokjin tells him, folding one of his shirts, perfectly without a wrinkle in sight.

"Isn't that like awful? Seokjoon looks forward to seeing Namjoon on Wednesdays and Fridays after school," Taehyung explains, already feeling sorry for his nephew.

Seokjoon has been glued to Namjoon recently. Everything that he does, he wants to do it. Taehyung finds cute, sad, but cute. Seokjoon doesn't follow him as often as he used to.

"Yep. For a week, he won't see Namjoon. That will teach him not to throw things whenever he has a tantrum."

Besides him, Seokjoon was sat right next to him, his little body curled on the floor, right this moment, shaking from the current stream of tears that is appearing on his face.

"But he's my daddy too. You can't do that to me," Seokjoon mumbles, his lips quivering.

"What did you say, Seokjoon?" Seokjin demands, putting the laundry aside and turns his body towards Seokjoon. "Who told you?"

Taehyung could not believe what came out of Seokjoon's mouth. He was as shocked as Seokjin is. The question at the moment was how did he find out?

There is no doubt that Seokjoon is in fact smart beyond his age, but understanding and knowing beyond the logic of a child's mind of what is going in the world is illogical. Unless, of course, the child has an IQ higher than the others.

Toddlers don't know concepts, they can verily keep up conversations so it is surprising to see that Seokjoon has figured out that Namjoon is his other father despite anyone else telling him.

With his mouth open, Taehyung can't help but blink. Like as in blinking so fast he might make himself get a headache. He's just so shocked.

There was a split second before Seokjoon had stop crying and had distanced himself two inches away from his father. His face looked sad, more frightening at what his father might do to him after what he tells him.