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The first thing Yoongi found himself doing was reaching for Bear with his sticky fruity fingers, although his fingertips merely brushed against the stuffed animal's soft fur as Yoongi was hauled into strong arms with a hmpf, the sudden movement momentarily knocking the air from his lungs.
"Mother—"
Yoongi visibly jumped in his captor's arms when the woman in front stormed forward, her black polished heels silencing in the soft grass. Her hair was black and greying, tied up in a neat bun, and she wore a sophisticated suit with black tights despite the unusual summery weather. Yoongi found her face to be absolutely terrifying and intimidating, and he subconscious curled in the man's hold.
Whether he wanted to be free or not, right now, he could say he knew the man holding him and he felt much safer in his arms.
"Who is this?" the woman yapped, voice ages but incredibly fearsome. "You tell me you're working by email and not to bother you, but you're actually out in the sunshine, relaxing, with... with a child!"
Yoongi watched his kidnapper's mouth attempt to get some words out but the woman was having none of it and words fell loudly from both the adults throats, jumbling together in an incoherent mess that made Yoongi's head hurt.
"Who are you, boy? For goodness sake, Seokjin, let him down—"
"Let me explain—"
"I don't need an explanation!" the woman roared so fiercely a whimper escaped Yoongi's trembling lips.
"I saw the room. With the giant crib, something at first I thought was a bloody cage, the toys, the photos, the diapers."
Yoongi felt Daddy's heart thudding furiously against his chest, his own heart doing the same, except for both very different reasons.
"You didn't take me as the type to take in a special needs boy, Seokjin."
Yoongi froze, stiff in the man's arms, who was also seemingly just as frozen as himself. Mortification morphed on his face, eyes bulging out and cheeks colouring over with a bright pomegranate. Just like that, all the security and genuine happiness he felt when sitting on the blanket, surrounded by nature and with Daddy, vanished. No more fuzzy feelings remained, instead replaced with something akin to desperation and anger.
"I thought you had become quite secretive lately. Locking the doors at daytime, working more than usual. The colouring books just a few days ago," the woman sighed out. Her voice wasn't gentle, far from it, more exasperated and still quite frustrated. "That Namjoon got you into this, didn't he? I knew—"
"Mother, stop," Seokjin exclaimed, effectively silencing the woman. Yoongi caught the man's eye contact for a moment, before he sighed, saying next with a shaky voice,
"You're right." Yoongi gasped, the sound stifled. "This is Yoongi. He's a boy that requires special needs, of which both Namjoon and I are providing willingly. I apologise for not telling you sooner but we didn't want to overwhelm him."
Silence followed. Yoongi was struck with bundles of negative emotions, feeling betrayed for some unknown reason to him. His eyes quickly became wet.
The woman cleared her throat, eyes narrowing. "Right," she said, voice tight, "then I'm afraid to be the bearer of bad news. As you're taking over the family business, you have to have a certain public image, one that doesn't include disabled boys—"
Seokjin stepped forward. "Hold on—"
"I am sorry, Seokjin," she interrupted, sounding the complete opposite of sorry. Almost as if she was accomplishing something, taking something from an enemy. "You have a choice. You either send him back from wherever you even got him from—" Her dark eyes pierced into Yoongi's teary dull ones. "—or you'll say goodbye to this home and the business. Don't forget who paid for this."
"I'll give you two days. Although I expect you have already made a sensible decision."
With that, the evil woman turned and left. Both Yoongi and Seokjin had wet eyes and broken faces.
Yoongi was carried towards the blanket, watching as Bear was snatched up along with the bag, but the blanket and fruit was left discarded in the shade of the oak tree.
"Daddy's so sorry, sweetheart," the man choked out, voice cracking. Yoongi didn't know what he was apologising for exactly, but frankly he didn't care. The damage had been done in the garden, all the minuscule positive feelings he had felt towards his kidnapper gone.
His head hurt, his eyes were blurred with warm tears and his nappy was wet. Yoongi couldn't even find any comfort in Bear's soft material or glass brown eyes. Although he found comfort in something else entirely.
