Our Own Love Story

Chapter 13

Taehyung had never thought that he would be here again. He looked at the huge gates of Seoul, and almost lost his footing as he felt a harsh push on his back.

"What's your problem?" Taehyung hissed, and held his son tighter.

"Shut up, and walk Kim," One of the fighters said harshly.

Taking a deep breath, Taehyung stepped into the city, and looked around as he walked. The city looked different, and all the same at the same time. It had been six years since the last time Taehyung was here, and his heart clenched as he thought how he had left here.

How he was hurt and hopeless. How he wanted to die without a second thought.

Taehyung shivered and held his slumbering son tighter, reminding himself that those days were long in the past.

Taehyung looked around as they walked into the Chief tower. He could see some old faces in the crowd, as well as a few new ones, and people eyed them strangely. Well, Taehyung couldn't blame them, it had been nearly thirteen years since there was an Jeon in the city.

Taehyung sighed as they entered the Chief tower, and Yeonjun stirred and looked up, blinking quickly.

"Good morning, love," Taehyung smiled at his son, and pushed his bangs out of his face.

"Morning," Yeonjun blinked more, and then looked around. "Where are we?"

"In the Seoul road," Taehyung said softly.

"Oh," When Yeonjun realized that they were still being followed by the fighters that captured them, he held onto Taehyung tightly, and hid his face, refusing to look up.

Taehyung held Yeonjun tightly, despite the ache he felt everywhere. Yeonjun had refused to walk, and clang to Taehyung as tight as he could. It wasn't a short way, and Taehyung was pregnant, but still, he also refused to let his son down. He didn't feel comfortable enough to let his son walk separately from him.

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"We brought a rough fighter," One of the bad fighters, as Yeonjun called them, spoke to another fighter who was sitting behind a desk at the entrance.
He examined Taehyung for a while, and then opened a book, and then found Taehyung in there.

"Taehyung Kim."

"Jeon," Taehyung corrected, and all of them looked at him strangely. "My name is Taehyung Jeon."

"Okay then, Taehyung Jeon," The fighter at the desk looked at him mockingly. "Please sign here, so we can get you in a cell, till your fate decided."

Taehyung frowned deeply. "I'm not doing anything unless you get these things off of my son," He pointed the paper bombs on the child's back.

One of them rolled his eyes, but took of the bombs that both Taehyung and Yeonjun carried.

"Sign now."

"Are you planning to put my son in a cell as well?" Taehyung asked, and put Yeonjun down, and took him behind his back, ready to fight if needed.

"We don't have a daycare here," One of them said. "Sign, now."

"What kind of a city Seoul has become?" Taehyung asked, highly disappointed.

The words seemed to anger the Seoul guards, because soon, they started arguing, their loud voices echoing in the halls.

"What's happening here?!"
A stern voice asked, and they all silenced, looking back.

"Chief-ssi," All of the fighter's bowed down.