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“Call Me Back Part 3”

*Wallwood, The Next Day*

Young Woman: Mister Denver, you have a vista or here to see you. They say they’re Beacon Officials.

Denver: Oh! Send them in please!

As the mayor’s receptionist opens the door two figures walk in. One is a older woman with whitening platinum hair and piercing emerald green eyes. The other is a young looking man with black hair, a tan complexion, and hazel eyes. Denver recognizes this as Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch and her assistant Oscar Pine from the newly reopened Beacon Academy. Standing up from his desk, Denver goes to greet the two visitors.

Denver: Ms. Goodwitch, it is a pleasure to see you in my humble village. How may I be of service to you.

Glynda: Thank you Mayor Denver for having us, I only wish it was under better circumstances.

Denver: Yes...I’ve been told about the investigation about the whereabouts of Mr. Arc. If there’s anything I can be of service to you, ask away!

Oscar: We’ve been told about the disappearance by a friend of ours, I’m sure you remember Ruby Rose calling you yesterday morning.

Denver: Oh yes, I remember that conversation very well, it’s honestly been on my mind for sometime. I’ve talked to Mr. Arc very briefly but he seemed very dedicated to his fiancé, she was all he ever talked about.

Glynda: If we may Mayor, would be able to remember any places that Jaune Arc was lodging at during his stay at the village, places he went, and people he may have talked to while in Wallwood?

Denver: Well I could give you the address of where he was staying but for who he talked to, you will need to ask around I’m afraid.

Glynda: That should start our investigation well enough. Thank you Mayor Denver we appreciate your cooperation.

Denver: My pleasure Ms. Goodwitch! I hope you are able to find him.

Both Goodwitch and Oscar leave the mayor’s office and make their way outside. After being given the address of Jaune’s lodging they go to the local inn and ask the owner for permission to investigate the room. Once the owner agreed they make their way up to the room assigned to Jaune during his stay and opened the door. As they expected the room was cleaned up and everything looked presentable for when new guests come to rent the room.

Glynda: Drat! Just as I thought they cleaned the room of any evidence by now.

Oscar: Not necessarily. (Walk to the middle of the room)

Glynda: Oscar, the room has probably been changed much to often for you to pick up anything from here.

Oscar:(Looks back at her) You’re probably right but I still need to give it a shot.

Oscar inhales briefly while closing his eyes, reaches behind him to grab the same old cane passed down to him by his predecessor for safekeeping. He raises it a few inches off the floor, then once the exhales he brings his cane down. Doing sends a green glow around the room for a brief moment, then recedes back to Oscar as he opens his eyes. He turns back to Goodwitch with a frown on his face.

Glynda: What did you see?

Oscar: Nothing to help our investigation, or help us find Jaune quicker.

Glynda:(Breathes in then out) Oscar, I know that this may be hard for you to hear but...I don’t think we’ll be finding Jaune Arc-.

Oscar: We will find him, I’m certain of it. I was able to sense where he was planning to go, the only problem was he would have to go along the Woodland Trail passage.

Glynda: I see. So it seems like we will need a larger search party than just the two of us.

Oscar: Nothing to fear though, I just contacted Penny awhile ago, said she was willing to help us out with eyes in the sky.

Glynda: ...Hmph.(Smiles) Sometimes I forget that you have a thousand year old mind inside that head of yours. Always thinking ahead.

Oscar: I try my best.

Glynda: Well come along, we’ll have better chance of finding him when we have daylight.

Oscar: Yes mam.

*Few hours later*

The group of hunters, volunteers, and a flying maiden spend a good part of the day looking for any trace of the missing Jaune Arc. Many were friends of his and Ruby; like Lie Ren, Nora, Blake and Sun. Other volunteer included some of the villagers of Wallwood who had volunteered to help with the search. The light of day was starting to disappear, as was many’s hope of finding any indication of where the blonde knight may have went. Oscar usual optimism was starting to fade into worry. They had search almost every part of this path and they couldn’t find anything. As we was getting a bit frantic in his search, he heard a noise from above. Upon looking up Oscar sees Penny descending to the ground.

Oscar: Please tell me you found something Penny.

Penny: (Struggles to look at his eyes) I...I did....But I’m afraid you won’t like it.

Oscar felt a dark feeling in his stomach and hope it wasn’t what he thought it was. Soon after Oscar told the group over comms that Penny something and soon began to follow after as she leads the way. The feeling in Oscar’s stomach starts to grow as he starts noticing the forest around them begin to look more... battle scarred. Eventually they follow Penny as she leads them to an opening in the forest...there truly was no words to describe what he was seeing.

Around them the entire scenery was cleared, but not from natural causes. There was a familiar smell in the air of battle. Trees knocked over or cut down, patches of ground where areas were scorched, and a very ominous crater. How could anybody have missed this, this clearing was very near Wallwood so why didn’t anyone take notice of fighting.

Sun: Gods. It looks like a war zone here.

Blake: How did nobody notice this, there’s no way that people didn’t hear this happen.

Oscar: We can ask those questions later, right now we need to see if Jaune was a part of this struggle or not.

Penny: Oscar...this isn’t why I brought you here.

Oscar: What?

Penny signaled him to follow him and once the go behind one of the trees in the middle of the clearing. Oscar sees Goodwitch standing there, with her glasses off and wiping her eyes with her free hand. They make brief eye contact and Oscar follows where she was looking at before....and wished he hadn’t.

Oscar:(Backs away) No...no, no, no, no, no... (Covers his mouth)

Glynda:(Walk over time her assistant and places her hand on his shoulder) I truly am sorry. I...I wanted to be weong too.

Glynda walks away from him as Oscar tries to process this as best he could but all that was coming to his head were memories. Cherished memories of his younger years when he first met team RNJR, Yang, Weiss and Qrow, how they began their journey to stopping a plot to destroy mankind. Many of these memories have Ruby and Jaune as focal points, the two being role models for him and soon became greater friends he could ever hope to gain. However, right now, he was staring at what was essentially the lifeless corpse of someone he had grown to call a brother. There were so many emotions coming over him, pain, anguish, sadness, anger, and all these things made him want to empty his stomach.

Oscar feel something taking his hand and looks down to see a black gloved hand encompassing his own. He looks at the owner and sees Penny with a almost misty eyed looking expression. She tightened her hold of his hand.

Penny: I’m sorry for your loss.

‘Loss’...it was at those words that he truly began to feel dread. It wasn’t just him that will suffer from this revelation. He can overhear Glynda giving the news to the rest of the group, and he could hear Nora practically struggling to get past Goodwitch’s semblance to see her fearless leader. It hurts his heart to hear Nora began breaking down into sobs as she tries to deny what she had been told. Once freed, Oscar can hear Ren taking hold of Nora as she crumbles on the ground. The others not much better, understandable as they knew Jaune longer and felt crushing grief as even Yang gave way to tears. It was then that a crushing truth that hadn’t occurred to him yet. ‘Ruby.’ Her fiancé was dead... how could he face her after she practically begged him and the others to find him and bring Jaune back to her. From this Oscar began groaning within himself and he too starts to give way to tears. Not only or his loss, but everyone’s. Especially Ruby.

*Two Month Later*

Ruby woke up from her slumber, once again to see a empty space in her bed, something she still found hard to grasp. Just two months ago she attended the funeral of her fiancé Jaune Arc. She had no words to describe the crushing pain she felt that day, only that it didn’t go away. A lot of her friends and family came to attend. Jaune’s family was there too, but she didn’t have the strength or the courage to face them. She didn’t feel she had any right to face them, feeling too grieved and ashamed of facing his parents. Saphron and Terra gave her their condolences, which was nice but honestly it didn’t make her feel much better.

How was she to supposed to get better after this. This wasn’t the first time she had a death of someone close to her; her mother, Phyrra, Maria. But honestly this felt much heavier blow. Be a after her mom, Jaune was the one fill her life with so much love and she wanted to spend every moment of it with him. But now he was gone....she was alone again.

Ruby: Why...why him...(Crying)

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

Yang: Rubes? You awake?

Ruby didn’t respond just continued to cry into her pillow. Much too grieved to give her sister a response. However, Yang took this as a sign to enter and once she came in she saw the state of her sister, Yang looked down and sighed. Once Yang makes her way over to the bed she nudges Ruby’s elbow.

Ruby: Go away....

Yang: Rubes you gotta get up and do your exercises, you’ve been laying down for weeks on end.

Ruby: (Pushes her head closer to the pillow) Please just leave me be...

Yang: Look I know you really don’t want to but you got to get up, it’s not good to stay just sitting here while you’re in you last trimester. The doctor said so.

Ruby: The doctor can go fuck herself.

Yang was taken aback at Ruby’s plain unfazed use of a swear, as she almost rarely, if she ever used one.

Yang: Ruby....

Ruby: Yang please I... I’ll come out in a bit...just....leave me be...I don’t feel like doing anything right now.

Yang: ....Ok. Ok, I’ll be waiting down stairs for you ok. Just be there whenever you’re ready.

Yang walk away from the door and steps to the side where she could see Ruby remain unmoved on the bed. She knew that she wouldn’t go on much longer than this. Ruby needed someone to help her through her grief, but her inexperience witb this sort of matter, Yang knew there was only one person to help her sister out.

*The Next Day*

Ruby was sitting on the couch with a plate of crackers and pickles of all things, she’ll never understand why she craved them now but she didn’t care. Her hair had grown down to past her shoulders and was mostly unkempt. She was watching another rerun on the Holo-TV when she heard a noise.

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

Ruby: Yaaaaaang! Can you get the door!

Yang:(From the Kitchen) I’m making your next meal sis! Sorry but you’re gonna have to get the door at some point! Besides you’re closer.

Ruby:(Groans) Fiiiiiinnneee! But for the record, I’m the one carrying two babies in me you know! So don’t blame me if I need to get my legs massaged again!

Yang looked in the corner of her eye to watch as Ruby stood gently up to stand on her feet and walked towards the door. Yang hid her smile, phase one was complete. Now she just needs to count on phase two to work.

Ruby walks towards the door at a moderate pace while holding the wall and makes it to the door slightly out of breath. Secretly cursing Yang for making her walk her all the way over to the door. She opens the door and to her surprise she sees someone who she hasn’t seen for a good few weeks.

Ruby: Dad?

Taiyang: Hey Sweetie, hope you don’t mind your old man dropping in do you?

Ruby: N-no, not at all come on in.

The two make their way inside her home and find themselves in the living room where Ruby originally found herself in, the only exception was her dad was there. For a few moments neither of them said anything, just comfortable with the normal silence.

Taiyang:(Clears Throat) Well it looks like you have a nice place around here. I know I don’t come by to often. Not since, well you know.

Ruby:(Looks down) Mmmph.

Taiyang: I see you decided to grow your hair out?

Ruby: Oh yeah, I don’t...haven’t had time to go out of the house lately. (Coughs) Would you like some water or anything Dad?

Taiyang: Sure if you’re offering.

As if she read their minds, Yang came to the living room and brought them two glasses of water.

Yang: Here you go! (Leaves to go back to the kitchen)

Taiyang: Thanks my little sun dragon!~

Ruby:(Giggles lightly) You know she hates that you still call her that.

Taiyang: Well I’m her father so I can still call her whatever I please. Doesn’t matter if she’s grown or not!

Ruby:(Giggles) ...So what’s this visit about?

Taiyang: What? Do I need a reason to see my baby girl as she’s about to have babies of her own.

Ruby: So there’s isn’t a particular reason why you’re stopping by.

Taiyang:(Scratching his neck) Well I didn’t say that....How are you holding up?

Ruby:(Breathes in) Fine. I’m as good as I can be. (Avoids looking at him)

Taiyang:(Tries to look at her face) You know sweetheart, you never were a good liar.

Ruby:(Stiffens) So...what if I’m lying. Is it so wrong to hide what I’m truly feeling...

Taiyang: No, no! Of course not. I understand why you’re feeling this way.

Ruby:(Looks at him critically) Do you? Do you really Dad?

Taiyang: ...More than you know.

Ruby holds her breath, in that moment she saw in her father something she hadn’t seen in awhile. Understanding.

Taiyang: Ruby...When I first lost your mother, I felt like I was stuck in place. Like I wasn’t living reality anymore and I was stuck in a dream that I never would wake up from. I didn’t want to do anything or go anywhere because I was afraid I would have to face the fact that...she was gone and never coming back. I have a feeling that you’re going through something similar right now.

Ruby: I.... I-It’s so hard to just...do anything anymore. Everytime I look at my scroll I feel like I want to pass out. I...was so angry when he didn’t call back... I-I ‘sniff’ what if I-I’m the reason he...I was trying so hard to talk to him that I didn’t even consider that he may have been in danger... I let myself be so stupid and think that he was the bad guy in that instance that I didn’t even bother to check up sooner on how he was doing! I-I killed him Dad! I didn’t call anyone until it was too late and now HE’S GONE BECAUSE OF ME!

Ruby brought her hands to her face, to cover her face as she wept intensely. Immediately Taiyang hugs his daughter into his embrace. Whispering sweet nothings to her, doing his best to comfort his grieving daughter. After nearly twenty minutes of crying Ruby had began to calm down or as calm as she could. Once she does, Taiyang takes his baby girl’s face in his hands and so she could see him for what he’s going to say.

Taiyang: Listen to me sweetheart, you are not to blame for what happened. You didn’t know and no one could have known what would happen. It is not your fault! I know it’s a hard thing to do but you need to have mercy on yourself.

Ruby: I don’t know how...it feels like in a deep abyss that I can’t crawl out of...I-I can’t do this on my own.

Taiyang: Ruby, you are never gonna be alone. You have me, Yang, and all of your friends who are here for you. They know you’re in deep pain but you have to let them help you to heal, even if it feels painful to bring up those hard moments.

Ruby: ‘Sniff’ Is...is this feeling ever going to go away?

Taiyang: That’s the thing about grief sweetheart...it never fully goes away. In time it lessens but at some points it’ll come back at full force. It’s something you are going to be battling for a long time. So...do you want to start fighting back?

Ruby: ....Yes.

Taiyang places a piece a paper in her hand that looks aged but still readable.

Ruby: What’s this?

Taiyang: Something I wrote down to help me during my tough days. I think you may need it more right now more than I ever did.

Ruby holds the piece of paper close to her and hugs her dad tightly, which he reciprocates.

Ruby: Thank you Dad.... I really needed that.

Taiyang: Anytime my little bud.

Ruby smiles she looks to read the message and she reads it out loud.

Ruby: “I forgive myself, I forgive my weakness, I forgive my my actions. I am prone to mistakes, I am not perfect, I’m only human. It is ok to feel sad, but I do not let my sorrow consume me. I am strong not for my strength, but to admit my weakness. But most importantly... I still love myself...as those who have loved me” ‘Sniff’ You wrote all this?

Taiyang: To be fair I did read a lot of books while you two were younger so I had time to make a summary of it.

Ruby:(Giggles) You’re such a dork!

Taiyang: Hey I’m your dad, it’s my job to be a dork at times. (Places his hand on her left shoulder) Anytime you feel the need to cry or talk things out, my door is always going to be open to you.

Ruby: Thanks Dad....hey did you spill some water on me when you hugged me from before?

Taiyang:(Looks to see his water glass on the table) Um...no? Why?...oh. Oh! Oh my gods Ruby I think your water just broke! Yang Ruby’s water broke we need to get her to the Hospital!

Yang: Wait really?! Shit! I’ll get the car ready!

Ruby: What?! (Looks down to see a large wet area in her sweat pants) Oh god! It’s happening right now?! I’m not ready!

Taiyang: I’m sorry little bud, but I don’t think those babies are going to wait. Come on just take my hand and we’ll get you there soon.

Ruby:(Following her Dad) Oh! I just got out of my funk!

-End of Part 3; will be concluded in Part 4 -

*Please don’t hate me! Another cliffhanger see you next time!*

#rwby lancaster #ruby rose #jaune arc #ruby rose x jaune arc #oscar pine #glynda goodwitch #yang xiao long #taiyang xiao long #blake belladona #sun wukong #penny polendina #nora valkyrie #lie ren #rwby post au #call me back

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animeniacss · 4 years

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 34 - 6 Years Til Forever (FINALE)

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.5k words

Chapter 34 - 6 Years Til Forever (FINALE)

Friday morning you found yourself sitting in the living room, awake before even the sun had poked its head out to say hello. You were excited about the picnic, and knowing the girls would be there put you at ease, as they also were unaware of the baby. It was wild, just thinking that yet again, there was a baby growing inside of you, one you created with someone you truly loved. Min Ja and Hyo Bin were the only two things you positively took away from your time with Weong-Bin, but this child? This child was just the beginning of many happy memories that were just waiting to be shared. Despite knowing deep down this would work well, you were still ungodly nervous.

As you sat in the living room, you heard footsteps approaching from down the steps. Looking over, you saw Taehyung, rubbing his eyes and ruffling his curly hair. You didn’t expect him to be awake at this hour, but here he was despite the slight annoyance etched on his face.

“Hm? Morning.” He mumbled, walking over to you. “Why are you awake this early?”

“Couldn’t go back to sleep. What about you?”

“I promised Hobi-Hyung I would help him get your picnic set up Apparently he had a whole bunch of stuff he wants to make.” You chuckled a bit. “So, you need to go inside. It’s a huge surprise.”

“Well when Hoseok gets up and comes out here, then I’ll get ready to go inside.” You said. Taehyung sat beside you, and you ruffled his hair. “How does your hair look good even when you first wake up?” you asked curiously as Taehyung let out a yawn.

“Mmm, I’m perfect, of course.” He said, making a dramatic pose with his hand in front of his face. You rolled your eyes as your brother let out a playful giggle. “So, are you ready to tell Hyung?” he asked. You let out a shaky breath. “You can’t hide it much longer.”

“I know. I think I’m ready. I just can’t help but think the worst.”

“You know he’ll be thrilled, right? You just need to tell him.”

“But what if he just wants it to be us and the girls? I want to be with Hobi forever, which means the kids will be with him too. Maybe two is all he wants.”

“There’s a difference between kids you help raise and kids that are yours, no matter how much he loves the girls. Besides, Hyung has enough energy for fifty kids.”

“Jesus, Tae.” You sighed, and once again, Taehyung laughed a bit. “Fifty?” He could only shrug in amusement. “…I didn’t think I would have any more kids after Hyo Bin. I’m a bit nervous too.”

“You’ll do just fine.” He assured, ruffling your hair. You smiled. “I’m always here too, you know. So are Mom and Dad, who I’m sure stopped at a baby store on their way home.” You laughed.

“I know they did, they sent me pictures of cribs.” Taehyung laughed a bit. “Once he knows we’ll really need to start saving for an apartment. I wouldn’t want to burden you with-.”

“Shut up.” He said quickly. “You’re not a burden, don’t rush. There are more important things you need to worry about than a place to live, you’re always welcome here.” You smiled.

“You’re trying to make up for all those times that you were an absolute pain in the ass as a kid, aren’t you?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever in my life make up for all of them.” He grinned. You laughed a bit as Taehyung chuckled shyly. “You should get some more rest before you have to get the girls up. Hyung should be up at any moment and we’re getting right to work.” You nodded, getting up off the couch.

“Oh, alright.” You hummed, waving him off before heading back into the bedroom. When you walked in, Hoseok was already sitting up in bed, a grin on his face.

“Why are you up?” he asked curiously. You crawled back into bed just as he was slipping out. “Get some rest, we have a long day today.”

“Does a picnic really count as a long day?” you asked curiously, cuddling up under the covers. Hoseok grinned sheepishly, scratching his cheek.

“This one will. I can promise you that.” He assured. You raised an eyebrow. “Aaaah, go back to sleep. I need to go get everything ready.” Without another word, he hurried out of the room. You smiled, laying back and closing your eyes.

Hoseok also realized as he headed down the hall that he wasn’t too sure how he felt when Friday finally rolled around. It was a day he had been planning since he was bored and alone in his hospital room. He made sure he had everything down: he knew exactly what he wanted to say, how he wanted to say it, where he wanted to say it, and even practiced the reactions he would have based on different responses from you. He practiced his happy cry, his sad cry, he practiced not crying at all just in case. He felt that he was absolutely prepared for everything that could happen when it came to proposing to you. He was ready!

The family was still residing in Taehyung’s apartment until they could find another place to live. Your parents had spent another few day’s there as well before they had to pack up and head back home themselves, leaving the five of you in Taehyung’s nice house. Taehyung had no problem with you guys staying, in fact, he was trying to make your stay as long as you possibly could because he loved having you around. Not only that, but it meant when friends like Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Seokjin came by, they would have to come to his house. The trial allowed all 7 boys to finally meet all together and get acquainted with those they had never met before, leading to a tight friendship beginning to form. However, the company was not the focus of today. As Friday afternoon crept its way into Seoul, Hoseok was standing at the counter of the kitchen, with the help of an eager Taehyung. Both of them were chopping up some vegetables, putting side dishes in Tupperware, and setting everything into a nice picnic basket.

“I’m so excited.” Taehyung beamed, looking at Hoseok.

“I know, me too. I thought I would be nervous, but I don’t think I am.”

“Well Noona won’t say no.” Taehyung assured. Hoseok looked at him.

“How are you so sure?” he asked.

“She’s my big sister, I just know. She’ll definitely say yes, trust me.” Hoseok hummed.

“Alright, I trust you then, Taehyung.” He said simply. As he set the final ingredient into the basket and closed it all up, he hummed. “Okay, ready.”

“Where’s the ring?” Taehyung asked softly, although you were dressing the girls in another room and there’d be no way to hear him. Hoseok simply patted the little pouch that sat comfortably on his waist.

“In plain sight and yet totally hidden, aren’t I brilliant?” he grinned. Taehyung grinned. “Okay, everything is ready to go. Let’s go see if the girls are ready.” As the boys hurried to the girl’s shared bedroom, Hoseok knocked on the door. “You girls ready to go yet?” He asked. It only took a second before Min Ja opened the door. She was wearing a pair of overalls with a rainbow-striped shirt and matching sunhat. Across her chest laid a tiny flower handbag that Taehyung had bought her to put all her important items, you know, like rocks she found on the floor or pieces of sparkles and glitter she planned to save. Important things. “Wow, how cute you look, Min Ja.” he grinned.

“I know. Hyo Bin wants to dress like me, but she doesn’t have the same bag. The one Uncle Tae got her was of a heart.” As if on cue, a loud scream ripped from the room, and the boys stuck their heads inside. They saw you wrestling your three-year-old’s socks on, but she was kicking and screaming.

“Hyo Bin your bag is just as cute as Min Ja’s.”

“I HATE THE HEART BAG, MAMA! I DON’T WANT IT!” She shouted, sobbing hysterically. You sighed, grabbing hold of a flying leg before it clocked you in the forehead. “MAMAAAA!”

“You liked it when Uncle Tae took you to the store and bought it, didn’t you?” you asked softly. Hyo Bin continued to wail and scream. “…You’re ten seconds from staying home and not going anywhere if you keep acting like a baby, Hyo Bin. How are you supposed to go to school like Min Ja if you throw tantrums? You’ll get in trouble all the time.”

“She’s right. A boy in my class throws lots of tantrums.” Min Ja said, still standing by the door. “He also throws lots of chairs.” Taehyung glanced down at the little girl, a confused look on his face, though she didn’t seem bothered. As you managed to get both of Hyo Bin’s socks on, your effort was thwarted, as Hyo Bin yanked the sock off and tossed them angrily away from her. Having enough, you released your daughter and lied on your back.

“Okay, Hyo Bin. You’ve made up your mind.” You said simply. Hyo Bin, confused as to why she was no longer being held down, turned to look at you, though she was still hysterical crying. You slowly got up from the floor. “Mommy needs to go get dressed so we can go on our picnic. Min Ja was a good girl and got ready, so she can come. You can stay with Uncle Tae until we come back.”

“N-no Mama…” she begged, sniffling. She watched you leave the room. “M-mama!” She tried to run after you, but you gently excused yourself between Hobi and Taehyung before heading into your own room. She saw Hobi, Taehyung, and Min Ja looking at her, snotty and runny-nosed and red in the face. “I wanna come, Mr. Hobi…I’m a good girl too.” Hobi smiled a bit, kneeling down and pointing to the crumpled-up socks that Hyo Bin had flung away.

“How about we go get those socks on okay?” He said. Min Ja sniffled. “They match your heart bag really nice.”

“I want a bag like Unnie…” Hyo Bin said softly, whimpering.

“But didn’t you pick the heart bag?” Hoseok asked, picking it up. He gently laid it on Hyo Bin’s shoulder and across her chest. “Look how cute. What can we put in there?” Hyo Bin sniffled, opening it up to pull out a small plastic lipstick and blush container, as well as a few coins Taehyung had put in her bag, along with Min Ja’s when he bought them. “Oooo, wow. So cool. Don’t you like that your bag holds tons of stuff?” Hyo Bin wiggled her way into Hoseok’s arms, nuzzling her head into his neck.

“Mhm…” she finally said softly. “I wanna come too, Mr. Hobi.”

“Then we should stop crying, right? You won’t have fun if you’re crying.” Hoseok said gently, patting her head. Hyo Bin sniffled. Though the crying didn’t immediately stop, the girl silently went to her socks and picked them up, walking over towards Hoseok. He guided her onto the floor and simply helped her put the socks on. “There. Lovely. Ready to go?” Hyo Bin nodded as Hoseok scooped her up into his arms. The group exited the playroom, Hyo Bin still all sniffly. You stepped out of the room, fixing the ponytail you had put your hair into. “We’re ready~.”

“Aaah look how pretty you look.” You said to Hyo Bin, who was still sniffling in Hoseok’s arms. She wiped her eyes, albeit messily, and you smiled.

“I like your bag, Hyo Bin.” Min Ja said, looking up at her sister. “It looks really pretty with your hat.” The little girl, now with her sister’s approval, finally began to stop the sniffling and calm herself down. With that detour out of the way, the afternoon picnic could commence. Taehyung waved you all off, giving Hoseok a secret thumbs-up. He saw you turn to him as well, and he offered you a supportive thumbs up as well as he watched you guys go. He chuckled to himself, the door closing behind you as Min Ja chatted excessively about how excited she was.

“Hope this works.” He mumbled to himself, before plopping himself onto his living room couch and turning on the TV to play some video games.

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“I hope you're excited about this.” Hoseok hummed, tightly holding your hands as he led you down one of the park roads. “I am.”

“Of course, I’m excited.” You assured. “It was just sudden when you asked me on a date in the middle of the courtroom.”

“Hehe, yeah I know, sorry, I hope it didn’t catch you off guard or anything. I had been thinking about when I was going to ask and when I saw you it just…eh, blurted out.” You both laughed.

“No, it didn’t.” You assured. When Hoseok led you to the spot, which was right by a small park for children to run and play on while their parents relaxed, you smiled. “Girls, do you want to go and play on the playground while we set up the food?”

“Yeah!” The girls shouted in unison. You smiled, watching as they hurried to the park, which was populated with a few other children as well. It looked generally safe that you could divert your attention back and forth from time to time. Hoseok pulled out the picnic blanket, spreading it on the grass before setting different items down to keep it from blowing away.

“You and Taehyung made quite a spread.” You said.

“I made it. Taehyung put it in Tupperware and into the basket.” Hoseok assured, making both of you laugh a bit. “But he helped a lot, so it’ll be a good meal.”

“I’m sure it will be.” You smiled, sitting down on the blanket. Hoseok plopped himself down next to you, before laying back fully and stretching out his limb. “The weather turned out so nice too.” You hummed.

“Oh, I know. The weather called for rain and I was so nervous I’d have to reschedule everything.” Hoseok pouted a bit, glancing up at you as you looked towards the playground. His hand rested against his pouch, feeling the box that was sitting patiently inside, waiting for its time to shine. Like he did before, all the different possible paths of the day were running through his mind and he was wondering which one he would be walking down. He had to be careful if he wanted to walk down the right path. “I’m just glad we get to spend the day together.” You glanced down at him, smiling.

“Me too.” You said happily. Like Hoseok, you were also worried about the path you would be walking down. You thought about the talk you had with Taehyung early that morning before anyone else had woken up, and it made you feel a lot better knowing that not only did you have his support, but your parents as well. It comforted you, and already, you knew that the path you were heading down now was leagues different from the path that you found yourself on in college. You needed to just wait for the right moment.

You allowed the girls some more time to run around, getting themselves hungry enough that they would sit down and eat without much distraction. This allowed you and Hoseok time to relax together, just enjoying each other’s company under a nice, refreshing breeze. Everything felt serene and peaceful, a feeling you had finally been waiting for among all of the trails, secrets, and violence. Everything was falling into place. Hoseok glanced over to you as you reached into the basket and picked up a strawberry, popping it into your mouth. His eyes trailed the finger that would soon hopefully be decorated by the beautiful ring, and he knew he had to do this now before he chickened out for real.

“I need to talk to you.” He said. You glanced over, curious as to what he meant. “It’s…important.”

“Is…everything okay?” you asked curiously.

“Everything is fine, there’s just something I’ve been meaning to ask you. But I wanted to wait until the trial and all the stressful stuff was over so that I wouldn’t be adding more pressure onto you.” You blinked, turning to face him.

“Well…that’s a coincidence…” you said. “Because I feel the same way.” Hoseok looked at you with slightly wide eyes. “I have to tell you something important too, but I wanted to wait until the trial ended.”

“I see.” He said. “How about we….” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Sorry. Do you want to go first?” you asked. Hoseok gulped a bit. “No?” You were kind of hoping he would say that because you wanted to just get this off your chest. However, Hoseok did not immediately respond. Hoseok took a shaky breath, before sticking his fist out in your direction. “Huh?”

“Rock paper scissors.” He said. “The winner out of three rounds go first.” You nodded, sticking your hand out with a small grin on your face. Hoseok followed behind you. “Okay, Rock, Paper, Scissors, Go!” He shouted. You threw out rock, he threw out paper. Hoseok grinned. You blinked, feeling your heart race. You wanted to win, you wanted to get it off your chest. Every second that passed by felt like a knife being pushed deeper and deeper into your chest. Nodding your head, round two began. “Rock, Paper, Scissor, Go!” He said. You threw out scissors, and Hoseok, this time, threw out paper. “Aaaaah.” He groaned, pouting.

This was the most intense game of Rock Paper Scissors that you have ever played. Never did you think that this would feel like an Olympic sport, where a massive win was on the line, a massive advantage, a massive victory. The third and final round would be the defining factor. It was currently tied.

“Last round…” you said softly. Hoseok nodded, smiling gently at you. You hummed, before starting the round.

“Rock.” Hoseok said. You bit your lip. “Paper-.” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant.” You said quickly.

“Sci-.” Hoseok stopped almost immediately, his eyes going wide. You looked directly at him as soon as those words left your mouth. He was silent for a moment, looking down at his closed fist that was stopped dead in its tracks. “That’s not the next word- WHAT?!” He shouted. You flinched a bit. “You’re pre…you’re pregnant?!” He asked. You could only nod, unable to get his shocked expression out of his face.

“I wanted to wait until the trial was over to tell you. Then you brought up the idea of the picnic and I figured that would be the best time.” You explained.

“When did you know?!”

“When I was in the hospital right after the fires.” You said simply.

“Does anyone know?”

“Nayeon was with me when I found out. And I told my parents and Taehyung after…after the first day of the trial.” Hoseok blinked.

“How did this happen?” he asked. When he saw you open your mouth, he lifted a hand up. “Don’t answer that one. I know how it happened.” Hoseok saw the worry etched on your face, and he felt his chest bubble up with emotions. You could see his eyes watering. “Really?” You nodded, smiling a bit. “Oh my God.” He quickly closed the gap between the both of you, hugging you tightly as he tried not to burst into tears in a public space. “Wow. I was not expecting this to happen at all.”

“Are you mad?” you asked curiously. Hoseok shook his head, quickly pulling back to look at you.

“No not at all! After I found out about the other baby, all I could think about was having another one…” he looked down at your stomach with eyes full of wonder and amazement. You gently took one of his hands, placing it on your stomach. You were still relatively early in the pregnancy, so you were just barely showing anything. However, the minute Hoseok lied his hand on your stomach, all the strength he was trying to muster so he wouldn’t cry was gone. You watched as tears began flowing from his eyes. “Aw, man.” He quickly wiped them, and you smiled.

“Don’t cry!” You begged. “Please don’t cry, you can’t cry!”

“I’m so happy. Jeez, this isn’t what I planned to happen.” He said, sniffling.

“Oh. What did you want to tell me?” You asked, looking at him. He held your hand tightly in his, the other sitting firmly on your still flat belly. You smiled. “I totally cheated; you probably would’ve won. What did you want to say?”

“How am I supposed to propose to you in tears? Isn’t this supposed to be the other way around?” he asked. You blinked, dropping his hand from yours. He looked at you. “What?”

“Really?” you asked, smiling. Hoseok wiped his eyes, nodding. You felt like you wanted to cry as well, however, explaining why both of you were in tears would be difficult when the girls came back. You swallowed your tears, and a grin sat plastered on your face. “You were going to-.”

“Yeah, propose. I have a ring and…I had a speech and everything was planned.” He chuckled, opening up his little pouch and pulling out his little black box. Your eyes widened as he opened it, revealing the gorgeously expensive ring that sparkled almost as soon as it hit the light. “It was a whole big thing and I was absolutely terrified you would say no. But…man, after your news, I don’t even think I could top it if I tried.” You giggled a bit.

“You thought I would say no, you big idiot.” You were quick to take the ring. “Even if I wasn’t carrying your baby, I could never say no…” Hoseok held your wrist, gently taking the ring from your grasp. He laid your hand into his, quickly slipping the ring onto your finger. A smile formed on your lips as you held the ring up to the light, admiring the sparkle that it radiated. “Wow…I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Tell me about it.” Hoseok said, letting out a shaky sigh. You looked at him and smiled.

“I think these may go down in history as the oddest proposal and baby announcement ever.” You giggled, and Hoseok followed suit. You smiled, biting your lip. “I love you.” You said softly. Hoseok looked at you, a smile once again forming on his lips.

“I love you too…” he said simply. You looked down at the ring, Hoseok scooting close to you so that he could once again place his hand on your stomach. “Do you like the ring? Hyo Bin helped me pick it.”

“It’s so pretty. Not too gaudy. You know my first wedding ring was like that. Very flashy.” Hoseok chuckled. “Sold that thing for a nice sum after the divorce though.” Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh. “But I don’t think I’ll ever sell this one.”

“Good.” He said. Just as the two of you were finding comfort in each other’s embraces, you heard the sound of two young girls shouting your names. Looking up, Min Ja and Hyo Bin were hurrying over to the picnic table. Min Ja gasped.

“Mr. Hobi, did you ask Mommy if you could marry her yet?!” She asked. You looked at Hoseok.

“They knew?” You asked curiously. Hoseok laughed a bit.

“Min Ja heard me talking to Taehyung when you were putting Hyo Bin to sleep last night.” He admitted. You looked at Min Ja, who saw the ring on your finger. “Did you tell her about the baby?”

“What baby?” Min Ja asked curiously. You smiled.

“Well, Mr. Hobi and Mommy are getting married now, and we’re having another baby.”

“ANOTHER BABY!?” The girls shouted, eyes just as wide as Hoseok’s were, only on their little faces, they looked even wider. You smiled a bit as Min Ja and Hyo Bin crawled into your lap. “Where’s the baby?” Min Ja asked. “I wanna see her.”

“It’s in her stomach.” Hoseok explained. Gently, he took the girl's hands and placed them alongside his. “It’s really small right now, but when the baby gets bigger, so will your Mom’s stomach.”

“Great.” You groaned in playful sarcasm. “Just what I want, to be a basketball again.” Hoseok smiled a bit as the girls looked at your stomach.

“Is it a girl? Can it be a girl, Mommy?” Min Ja asked curiously. You smiled.

“It can be, but I won’t know until the baby gets bigger.”

“It can’t be a boy, it just can’t. Boys are gross and icky.” Min Ja pouted. You smiled a bit, ruffling her hair. Hyo Bin didn’t look as excited as Min Ja did at the idea of a little sibling. She just looked at your stomach.

“Are you excited?” Hoseok asked curiously.

“No.” she pouted up at him. “I don’t want a new baby.” You smiled, running a hand through her hair.

“Hyo Bin, you’re going to be a big sister, just like Min Ja is your big sister.” Hyo Bin looked at Min Ja, who was beaming just as much as Hoseok was. She still seemed unconvinced, but she kept the pout on her face and simply held your stomach tightly. You smiled. “How about we all eat, I’m starving.” You suggested, motioning to the opened picnic basket with food just waiting to be eaten. Hoseok pulled the basket over to you and began to pull out food, setting it out for everyone to enjoy. You watched as the girls tried their best to help him by setting out some food as well. He smiled happily, encouraging their helpfulness, which only wanted them to do more to help him. A smile formed on your lips as Hoseok passed you a small wrapped up sandwich, making sure to quickly kiss your cheek before he finished emptying the basket. A hum escaped your lips as you watched the scene unfold.

Just over 6 years ago, you never would have thought this would be how your life would’ve turned out. So many different paths had been found, doors had closed and others had opened, while other doors were completely destroyed. Despite this, the path that you were on and had been on since you were 20 years-old was one you would never change for anything, despite the hardships that were bestowed upon you. You were hoping that the next 6 years, and even longer, would only allow those paths to open wider and present you with even more wonderful and breathtaking memories.

~~~END~~~

Author’s Note: I wanted to thank you all for your support throughout this story. With work restarting for me next week, I’ll be going on a mini-hiatus so I can work on the new story ideas I have planned. Thank you all for your continued support and I look forward to seeing you in my next work !!! <3 - Jeni

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psycholojay · 4 years

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" The memory that haunts me "

I was graduating at my college degree that time, my grandma died 5 months ago, It was supposed to be an ordinary day, when my sister told me that they are at the hospital ang my father was confined, for me, that was usual, cause it happens all the time because my dad is hard headed, he always drinks alcohol even he was advised by the doctor not to for the reason that he already had an operation due to UTI

To cut the story short, my father was subjected to a dialysis, so, his schedule was every midnight because he was diagnosed of having a TB as well, I see my mom's perseverance and patience by attending to all the needs of my dad, by the way my mom is already at her 50's given that, I know she is tired sometimes but she do not complain.

Months pass by my father is having a hard time breathing on his own, that is why we needed to get some oxygen for him. whenever he has difficulties in breathing he uses the oxygen, being busy as well in school I thought with all the medical attention my father is getting better until one day, I have noticed that his bones are noticebly seen, which means his dropped weight, like a lot. Untill one day, the saddest day of my life, my father started to loose his vision, I was hurting inside, but I didn't show my mom, because if I will shenmight loose her hope as well, hope that my dad will be alright soon.

With their weekly schedule of dialysis my mom told me that the reason of by dad's blindness is due to a mild stroke and a vein in her brain clogged that is to why the unfortunate event happened, after that my father was going in and out of the hospital, he was being isolated as well due to his condition, fast forward.

One night in the calmness of my sleep a heard my dad calling my mom, so I went to check they are at the kitchen, my dad was coughing blood, it was a lot of blood, you can really smell the blood althrough out the kitchen, I don't know what to do that day. A week pass by everything was running smoothly, sometimes a helped my mom attending to my dad's needs specially assisting him going to the rest room, and as well my dad is having difficulty in swallowingso what he eats is right that has a lot of water

I thought everything is going okay now because my dad finished his medications for tb and he is declared of not having it anymore, until one day my dad was having difficulty in breathing, the oxygen no longer help him, so everyone is panicking while my dad is complaining that he no longer wanted to proceed with the medications because things doesn't do any better

Then after a week the day come, I was prepping to go to school when I heard my dad calling for me, so I ask him why and he said He wanted to go home so I answered him we are at home (I am really confused that time, I think he thought we are in the hospital untill he mentioned) "agawid nakun idjay ballay mi, idjay panggasinan" I wanted to go home in our house in panggasinan, so I panicked I called my sisters, I was crying that time because I believe that is not a good sign, so I let my father calm down, wait until he got rest, my mom is nowhere to be found that day, I guess she went to the market, so I ask my niece to look after because I really needed to go to school

It was a normal day at school, me and my classmates even hang out and do some shoots, at 6 pm we decided to go home, so my ex-partner decided to call for a trike for me, so while I'm on the way home, I have smelled a scent of a flower so I thought it was normal, but as I get nearer and nearer my heart is starting to race, so I rush going home and my neighbor who is at the store ask me if my dadwas already taken so I answered him I do not know because I do not have any idea, so I run and my heart started racing, until I saw ny dad, lying in his bed, no longer using oxygen because he is no longer breathing, I was crying a lot, it's like a piece of me was being torn a part I was in deep pain, I blame myself that maybe if I didn't go to school maybe I will still see him, setting at the edge of his bed, listening to the tv, (Syet, I'm already crying) my mon decided to call the funeral on and they said they will come early in the morning, so my last moment with my dad was 3am in the morning, I was ask to look after him because my sister needed to take some rest, so what I did is I hold my dad's hand, and ask for forgiveness in all the weong things that I did and was not able to notice, I am already crying. It was a painful thing, up until now it still haunts, I am not really close to my dad, but with that experience, I realize all the dad's effort to provide us all the things that we need, and we failed to provide him the things that he needed. I have the guilt the pain and the memories as if today, and I think it's the one that triggers my anxiety, and as well, this is the first time that I was able to release this emotion for 2 years.

Lesson is, love your parents, make sure that you make them feel special everyday, tell then how much you love them because things are unpredictable so live it, love unconditionally.

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fortheheavenssake · 4 years

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💜💜 PG MM Anon(II) 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 2

7. May 5

MM ANON ……… “ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂………… Archificialy archificial. ……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “……… a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar……… tunc non transiet ……… an infectious tube……… my my margarita ……… let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

MAY 5/2020

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE#7 CAN YOU KIDS BELIEVE IT IS THE 7TH RIDDLE ALREADY😮😮😮. 1535 HRS CST

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

“ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂……

WELL GIVEN THE LAUGHING FACES AND THE USE OF KATE, FOR SOME CRAZY REASON THIS HAS TO BE MADAM TALKING TO CATHERINE. WHY I HAVE NO CLUE. HOWEVER, I CAN FEEL THE SARCASM OOZING OUT JUST FROM THE WORDS. AM I CRAZY? NO PLEASE DO NOT ANSWER THAT! WHY WOULD MADAM BE CALLING HER OR HAVE HER NUMBER EVEN? IS CATHERINE CALLING HER? BUT WHY WHY WHY?

OR IS IT HARRY BACK FROM AFRICA OR WHEREVER, BUT WHY THE LAUGHING FACES, UNLESS THIS IS TELLING US THEY HAVE BEEN IN CONTACT ALL ALONG SO THE NICE TO HEAR YOUR VOICE IS FACETIOUS. BUT KATE, THOSE CLOSE DO NOT CALL HER KATE, HER PREFERENCE IS CATHERINE AS THAT IS HER NAME.

Archificialy archificial.

WELL AS WE KNOW, THE AGREED UPON LIE FOR ARCHIFICIALS BIRTHDAY IS MAY 6TH, WHEN REALLY THE BIRTH WAS APRIL 25/2019. WE KNOW A BABY WAS BORN VIA SURROGATE, THE NYC SHOWER WAS PINK BUT WE WERE TOLD A BOY. SO THE POWERS THAT BE ARE NOT GIVING REAL SEX, LOCATION OR WHO IS THE CHILD WITH. WE ALSO DO NOT WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY WHOSE EGG AND WHOSE SPERM WERE USED. SO MOST OF WHAT WE KNOW IS 100% FAKE INCLUDING ALL THE PHOTOS WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE SA APPEARANCE OF AN ACTUAL BABY WHO SHOWED NO RELATIONSHIP OR FAMILIARITY WITH MADAM OR HARRY. SOME OF THE THINGS SHE DID WHILST THAT BABE WAS IN HER ARMS WERE SCARY. GOING UP THOSE STAIRS IN EIGHT IN HEELS CARRYING HIM, TOSSING HIM UP IN THE AIR, TUTU’S DAUGHTER WAS REASY TO CATCH SHE WAS SO CONCERNED. SQUEEZING HIS TUMMY HE WENT LIMP. HIS LEG BENT, NOT TENDING TO HIS DROOLING ETC. THAT WAS A FEW MINUTES SUPERVISED WITH A BABY, GOOD GOD IMAGINE HER ALONE WITH ONE. THERE ARE REASONS WHY HER FAMILY HAS SAID SHE SHOULD NEVER BE LEFT ALONE WITH A BABY.

I HAVE DIGRESSED HERE, ONLY FOR THE PURPOSE OF ILLUSTRATING EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS ARTIFICIAL, FAKE BABY USED AT WINDSOR CASTLE, IN PAP WALK PICS.

SO THE BABY KNOWN AS ARCHFICIAL DOES NOT NOT NOT EXIST! SO AS HIS FAKE, YET AGAIN FAKE, BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW, TRADITION SAYS A PHOTOS OR PHOTOS WILL BE RELEASED. WE KNOW WITH CERTAINTY, IT WILL BE BLACK AND WHITE, PHOTOSHOPPED BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT HAVE ACCESS TO THE CHILD, FUZZY, GRAINY, CLOSE UP OF HIS LEFT EYEBROW, RIGHT TOENAIL, EAR LOBE PERHAPS. BUT NOTHING REAL, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. SO WE WAIT FOR AN ARTIFICIAL PHOTO OF AN ARTIFICIAL CHILD. I TRULY PRAY THE REAL CHILD NEVER FINDS OUT THEY ARE ADOPTED AND WORSE YET FINDS OUT THEIR PARENTAGE.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼

MM FAVE TRS, THE ROLLING STONES. THIS IS ALL ABOUT LIFE, WE WANT WANT AND WANT, THINGS DO NOT MATERIALIZE. BUT THEN, LIFE HANDS US SOMETHING UNEXPECTED AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT WE TRULY NEED. I BELIEVE WE TRULY NEED THE TRUTH. HARRY NEEDS TO BE ABLE TO RETURN AND TRY TO REBUILD HIMSELF WITH THE MILITARY THAT HE LOVES AND HAS SERVED AND HAS BEEN SERVING COVERTLY THESE YEARS WITH MADAM, AS WELL AS WITH THE PUBLIC..

……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “………

THIS IS A RIFF OF THE SAYING IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HEAD SANE WHILST ALL THOSE ABOUT YOU HAVE LOST THE PLOT, YOU ARE DOING WELL.

IS THIS MADAM DOING PUBLIC APPEARANCES WHILST APPEARING OH, 🤣🤣🤣😂😂NO PLEASE, I CANNOT TYPE THE WORDS 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 AND BE VIRTUOUS. WHAT!!

SHE MOST CERTAINLY PLANNING HER MASSIVE BOOK LAUNCH TOUR WHERE SHE WILL TELL THE WORLD HOW MEAN THE ROYAL FAMILY WAS TO HER, HOW RACIST THEY WERE AND EVERY OTHER LIE SHE CAN COME UP WITH.

IF ONLY THIS ANNOYING COVID WOULD GO AWAY RIGHT RACHEL?

a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar………

OH DEAR THIS SHALL END BADLY. CAMILLA, CATHERINE AND MADAM. IF IT WERE NORMAL TIMES MAYBE THEY WOULD MEET FOR A DRINK🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂….NO WAY ON GODS GREEN EARTH WOULD THIS HAPPEN, NEVER. CAMILLA REFUSED TO ATTEND THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE. AM I REMEMBERING RIGHT, A FEW DAYS AGO SHE DID A VIDEO I THINK, THE BACKGROUND OF THE ROOM WAS A PHOTO WITH MADAM EDITED OUT? PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I AM WEONG PLEASE.

SO WHAT DOES THIS CLUE MEAN? THIS ALSO SAYS ONTO A BAR NOT INTO A BAR, SO ARE THEY GYMNASTS NOW??

THIS CLUE I JUST DO NOT GET AT ALL. OTHER THAN A CELEBRATORY COCKTAIL WHEN SHE IS GONE FOR GOOD.

tunc non transiet ………

OK THIS IS LATIN LEGAL TERMINOLOGY, FASCNIATING AS IT COULD APPLY A NUMBER OF WAYS, ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN.

💜💜💜LEGAL ANON WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU??!!💜💜💜

NUNC PRO TUNC, LATIN PHRASE, HOW I WISH I WERE FLUENT. THIS PHRASE IS REGARDING TO THE DATE OF EFFECT OF A JUSTICES RULE DECISION. IT IS WHETHER THE CROWN 🇨🇦, THE COURT RATHER, WE 🇨🇦CALL IT THE CROWN AS ALL CASES HER ARE AGAINST THE CROWN. THE DISCRETION IN THIS WHEN AN ORDER OR A JUDGEMENT IS RENDERED AND TO TAKE EFFECT, IT MAY BE ENTERED INTO THE COURT RECORD IN TWO WAYS. IT MAY BE ENTERED AS THE CURRENT DATE OR OR OR WAIT FOR IT, A DATE IN THE PAST!!!

AS FAR AS TRANSIET GOES, I FIND CROSSOVER, BORDERLINE AS MEANING. SO PUT THIS TOGETHER, LET ME THINK HERE….. ALSO MEANS NOT NOT LASTING, ENDURING OR PERMANENT, CHANGING OF A PREVIOUS DATE.

I WONDER AS I HAVE MENTIONED A FEW TIMES, HAS THE ANNULMENT IR DIVORCE BEEN DONE AGES AGO AND MADAM IS FAKELY KEEPING HER MARRIAGE AND CHILD ALIVE? AFTER RESEARCHING THESE TERMS IN THIS CLUE, I FEEL STRONGER THAN EVER DIVORCE OR ANNULMENT WAS DONE AT CANADA HOUSE, AND THE REASON FOR MADAMS FAUX THEATRE VISIT WHEN IN REALITY SHE HAD ALREADY BEEN AT HARBOTTLE AND LEWIS JUST ACROSS THE STREET. I FEEL AS STRONGLY ABOUT THIS AS I EVER HAVE, THESE CLUES ARE REINFORCING THIS IN ME. BELIEVE AS YE WILL.

THE REASON THEY MIGHT KEEP THIS SCHTÜM, IS THE MEN IN GREY, AND 👁👁 👁 👁 👁 ARE WORKING HAND IN HAND IN HAND IN HAND IN HAND SO TO SPEAK TO BRING TO JUSTICE, THE BACKERS, THE FUNDING OF THIS DECADES LONG MULTI PRONGED ATTACK TO TAKE OUT THE MONARCHY, ANTI CHRISTIAN, HMMM I REALLY HAVE GOTTEN INTO IT TODAY.

an infectious tube………

MILLIONS TAKE THE TUBE DAILY, LONDONS UNDERGROUND TRAVEL. EVEN WITH LOCKDOWN ORDERED THERE WERE STILL MANY ESSENTIAL WORKERS TAKING THE TUBE AND THEY REMAINED CROWDED. NO TWO METRES APART THAT IS FOR CERTAIN. SO INFECTIOUS SPREADING LIKE WILDFIRE ALREADY, JUST IMAGINE IT BEING CONTAINED IN THAT SPACE WITH ALL THOSE PEOPLE THAT ARE CARRIERS, IMMUNE, HAVE IT BUT DO NOT KNOW IT. WE ARE TALKING COVID-19 HERE. YES THIS WAS AMD WILL REMAIN VERY INFECTIOUS. SLOWLY UNLOCKING THE LOCKDOWN MEANS MORE PEOPLE USING THE TUBE, MORE RISK. IT IS A BEAR OF A THING TO MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT.

my my margarita ………

OTHER THAN WANTING ONE I HAVE NO CLUE THE MEANING OF THIS. IS THIS SOMEONES FAVOURITE COCKTAIL? A YACHT GIRL PERHAPS? I DONT KNOW. MY BRAIN IS DONE. TWO RIDDLES ONE DAY TOO MUCH .

let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

THE ETERNAL PHRASE OFT USED IN JEST BUT OFT USED IN SITUATIONS THAT ONE JUST DESPITE TRYING EVERYTHING THEY CAN SOMETHING JUST IS NOT WORKING AND THE SITUATION IS THERE STILL BAD AS EVER. THAT IS THE TIME MANY UTTER THE SAGE OLD ADVICE, LET GO AND LET GOD. MEANING TO GIVE IT TO GOD TO DEAL WITH. GOD IS DEALING WITH MADAM, AS WITH ALL OF US WHEN OUR TIME COMES. BUT GOD IS WORKING THROUGH THE GOOD SIDE, MADAM WILL SEE JUSTICE ⚖️ , WE SAW THE START OF AT THE HEARING LAST FRIDAY.

AS FAR AS OUR DEAR. 💜🐼💜, SHE IS A PRAYER WARRIOR LIKE NO OTHER. SHE IS A GO TO, IN ANY AND ALL SITUATIONS. SHE SUSSED MADAM OUT RIGHT AWAY AND BEGAN SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH IN EVIDENCE TO PROVE IT. AND HERE WE ARE, SO CLOSE. I TRULY BELIEVE SHE DESERVES AN OBE OR SOME KIND OF OFFICIAL MAYBE COVERT RECOGNITION OF HER YEARS OF THIS TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY KIDS!! NOW THAT IS DEDICATION AND LOYALTY TO THE OATH SHE TOOK. I STAND IN ADMIRATION AND BLESSED TO CALL YOU FRIEND.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🐼😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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8. May 6

MM ANON ………… archificial anniversary ……… “she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………I speak for Meghan ……… 🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼……… “ the fool doth think he is wise…… “………… 🎼come fly with me (not)🎼……… A few weeks more …………” we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …………… “ yes , a new medal is appropriate” ………… unlockdown!!! ………… “ give us a hug”.

MAY 6/2020. 1350 HRS CST

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE #8

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

archificial anniversary ………

WELL TODAY IS THE AGREED UPON LIE, FAKE DATE OF FAKE BIRTHDAY OF FAKE CHILD, ARCHFICIALS BIRTHDAY. REAL BABY YES, APRIL 25/2019. WE HAVE ALL SEEN THE VIDEO BY NOW. I DID A SEPARATE REVIEW OF THAT, YOU CAN READ IF YOU LIKE. THE CHOICE OF BOOK FASCINATES ME, BECAUSE A NARCISSIST SPENDS HER LIFE BEING SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHE IS, LIES, PR, SO SIMILAR TO THE PLOT OF THAT CHILDRENS BOOK. IS IT A DUCK IS IT A RABBIT, IS SHE PREGNANT OOPS NO, ETC ETC. I FEEL SICK FOR THE BABY USED IN THIS VIDEO. FOR GOD’S SAKE, IF THIS IS NOT HUMAN TRAFFICKING, I TRULY DO NOT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO CALL IT. SHE GAVE MORE THAN WE HAD EXPECTED BUT ALWAYS WITH HER, NOTHING EVER MAKES SENSE. SHE DRESSED ULTRA CASUAL, HIM IN A ONESIE AND NAPPY. NO COMPANY WANTED TO MERCH ARCHIES FORST YEAR BIRTHDAY OUTFIT?? I THINK MORE LIKE SHE JUST DOES NOT DO DETAILS EVER. I TRULY FEEL ILL, I FEEL LIKE I HAVE SEEN A BEAUTIFUL CHILD MERCHED, LIKE HE IS A THING, A COMMODITY, HIGHLY EXTREMELY DISTURBING TO ME.

“she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………

SHE DEMONSTRATES NO MATERNAL INSTINCT OR BEHAVIOUR. WHILST READING TO ‘HER ‘ CHILD ON HIS FAKE FIRST BIRTHDAY. ONE WOULD THINK, IN ADDITION TO ALL MY COMMENTS ALREADY MADE ABOUT THE VIDEO, SHE WOULD HAVE SANG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM, HAD A CUTE HAT, BALLOONS SOMETHING. BUT NOTHING, SHE REALLY TRULY HAS NO CLUE, NONE AT ALL!!

I speak for Meghan ………

WELL, IS THERE A HEARING TODAY? I JUST READ THERE WAS. THIS WOULD DEFINITELY BE DAVID SHERBORNE WHO SHE HAS HIRED FOR THE MOS LAWSUIT. SHE IS SO EVIL, SHE USES THE SAME CHAP THAT THE LATE PRINCESS DIANA USED. HOW SICK IS THAT? I WONDER IF LEGAL REPRESENTATION IS REQUIRED REGARDING ANY POSSIBLE MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES IN ADDITION TO THE MOS ISSUE.

🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼………

CLASSIC BEATLES SONG ABOUT A CHAP WHO HAS NO MOTIVATION, NO GOALS, NO IDEA, NOTHING IN LIFE. IS THIS DADDY MARKLE?? GOING NOWHERE FAST. ALLEGEDLY SWITCHED SIDES TO TESTIFY AGAINST MADAM , WILL HE REALLY?

TRULY THIS COULD BE MA, BECAUSE I HAVE NOT READ OR SEEN ANYTHING ABOUT HIM IN AGES. IT IS LIKE HE HAS LEFT THE PLANET. HE IS EITHER IN HIDING OR WITNESS PROTECTION, BUT HIM, NOW THERE IS A NOWHERE MAN FULL STOP!

“ the fool doth think he is wise…… “…………

CLASSIC ROCK, SHAKESPEARE BUT NO LATIN TODAY HMMMMMMM, MM ANON, YOU CONFUSE ME😁😁BUT THEN AGAIN I AM SO VERY EASILY CONFUSED OR IS IT AMUSED??🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

THE BARD,THE PLAY, A VETY FUN ONE CALLED AS YOU LIKE IT. I HAVE ACTUALLY SEEN THIS ON STAGE AND SEVERAL SCREEN PRODUCTIONS FROM THE STAGE.

ONE KNOWS ONE’S STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES. BETTER TO BE THOUGHT A FOOL THAN TO SPEAK AND REMOVE ALL DOUBT.🙃🤣😂😂 SO A FOOL AKA NARCISSIST THINKS THEY KNOW IT ALL, WHILE TELLING SO MANY LIES THEY CANNOT KEEP TRACK BUT THEY DO NOT CARE. A WISE PERSON, NON NARCISSIST, KNOWS THEY ARE IMPERFECT AND HAVE FLAWS.

MADAM, I BELIEVE, HER ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN RAISED WITH A SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT AND BECAME THIS NARCISSISTIC EVIL PERSON. SELF SELF SELF SND SELF ALWAYS AND ONLY SELF.

🎼come fly with me (not)🎼………

GREAT SINATRA SONG, SO SOMEONE IS JETTING OFF BUT ONLY IN JEST. I THINK THIS IS PART OF THE MANIPULATION HARRY IS DOING WITH MADAM IN HER HOSPITAL ROOM. SAYING THEY CAN FLY AWAY TO AMERICA. TRYING TO GET THE LAST EVIDENCE FROM HER. THE SHOE TRULY IS ON THE OTHER FOOT TO STAY NOW!!

A few weeks more …………

ARE YOU TELLING US MM ANON, JUST A FEW MORE WEEKS UNTIL GAME OVER?? I MOST ASSUREDLY HOPE AND PRAY TIS SO🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

“we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …

NOW THIS IN INTERESTING, HRH HIMSELF, IS GETTING RIGHT CABIN FEVER AND TAKING ON A PROJECT. SOME SORT OF RENOVATION, WOOD REQUIRED AND THE USE OF A JIGSAW WHICH APPARENTLY IS HIVING THEM A BIT OF TROUBLE, HENCE HIS YELLING FOR SYDNEY TO COME HELP. I BELIEVE THIS MUST BE AT WOOD FARM🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 CAN YOU JUST SEE THEM ALL, HIMSELF IN HIS OUTDOOR CLOTHES, HMTQ IN SKIRT, SWEATER AND SCARF, SYDNEY IN HIS VALET SUIT🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂THEY ARE BUILDING AN INDOOR OUTDOOR SPACE. THIS IS MARVELLOUS, VIRTUAL BALCONY. GOOD LUCK GETTING THAT DONE! I WOULD PAY MONEY TO WATCH THIS SCENE FOR REAL!😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣☺️☺️☺️

“ yes , a new medal is appropriate” …………

FIRST THING I SAY THIS IS FOR OUR 💜🐼💜🙏🏻.

HOWEVER, AS YOU ALL KNOW, FOR A VERY VERY LONG TIME NOW I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FROM THE RAFTERS THAT HARRY IS ON SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT FOR HMTQ. HE HAS BEEN COVERTLY OVERT TRYING TO GET ALL THE EVIDENCE NEEDED TO PUT HER TO JUSTICE FINALLY, NOT JUST HER BUT THOSE WHO HELPED, THOSE WHO PLANNED AND THOSE WHO FUNDED THIS STTACK ON OUR BELOVED ROYAL FAMILY. I CONCUR, ONCE ALL IS DONE, TRITH IS KNOWN AND ACKNOWLEDGED. HMTQ WILL BE FREE TO SPEAK, I AM SURE MANY DETAILS WILL HAVE TO REMAIN SEALED. I FEEL CERTAIN THERE WILL BE AN OFFICIAL BESPOKE MEDAL FOR OUR HARRY.

unlockdown!!! …………

I WILL SAY THIS COULD BE COVID, ONCE THINGS ARE STABLE, THE TRUTH WILL BE REVEALED.

OR IF I HARKEN BACK A FEW RIDDLES, MADAM WAS ON MENTAL HEALTH LOCKDOWN. THIS HAS THREE EXCLAMATION MARKS, SO ITS VERY IMPORTANT.

“ give us a hug”.

FINALLY AFTER WEEKS OF LOCKDOWN, HMTQ CAN RECEIVE HUGS AND GIVE THEM. EVERYONE FOR THAT MATTER. THE BIGGEST HUG WILL BE FOR HARRY. PUBLICLY ENSCONCED SURROUNDED BY THE LOVE OF HIS FAMILY.

STAY STRONG HARRY, KEEP THE FAITH, WE BELIEVE IN YOU 100% YOU ARE LOVED AND PRAYED FOR. 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇲🇽

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9. May 7

MM ANON … Spider Sandwiches ………… the photographic phenomenon ………… “O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon” ……… “ modest, small and incremental “ ……… “ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ……… “ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. ………… another modest outfit. ……… the books a flop, who would buy it? ……… “ dada duck duck”…………”ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “…………… her irrelevant life………… desperately seeking ANYTHING………… a sad demise Rachael!!

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

MAY 7/2020

1333HRS CST. RIDDLE #9

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANOM😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

SpiderSandwiches …………

CATHERINE WAS BEING INTERVIEWED ON GOOD MORNING BRITAIN. THE FEMALE PRESENTER WAS ENQUIRING ABOUT KEEPING THE CHILDREN EDUCATED AND ENTERTAINED, AS SHE SAID SHE ALSO HAS THREE CHILDREN. CATHERINE LAUGHED AND MENTIONED A FEW THINGS, ONE WAS GEORGE WANTING TO MAKE SPIDER SANDWICHES. I KID YOU NOT! IT WAS HILARIOUS. SHE LOOKED LOVELY IN A YELLOW FLORAL DRESS.

the photographic phenomenon …………

CATHERINE AS PATRON OF THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY. WE ALL KNOW THE OUTSTANDING PHOTOGRAPHER SHE IS. I LOVE THE PHOTOS OF THE CHILDREN THEY SHARE WITH US BECAUSE THEY ARE TAKEN WITH LOVE BY THEIR MOTHER AND THE RELATIONSHIP IS VERY MUCH REFLECTED IN THE PHOTOS. CHARMING!

CATHERINE, ALONG WITH THE SOCIETY IS PLANNING AN EXHIBIT CALLED, HOLD STILL. THIS WILL BE PEOPLE SUBMITTING PHOTOS THEY HAVE TAKEN DURING THE PANDEMIC TO CAPTURE THE EXPERIENCE. I BELIEVE THEY ARE LOOKING AT AN EXHIBIT OF 100 PHOTOGRAPHS. WHAT A TOUGH JOB IT WILL BE TO MAKE THOSE CHOICES. WHAT AN AMAZING EXHIBIT IT WILL BE.I HOPE THEY DO A BOOK OF THEM FOR CHARITY.

“O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon”

THIS IS ODD, CANON IS A CAMERA, BUT CANNON IS A WEAPON. THE WAY THIS IS WORDED IS NOT POSITIVE AT ALL. THIS IS REFERRING TO MADAM AND ALOT OF SHIPS HAD CANNONS. I WONDER IF THAT IS THE MEANING HERE. VERY FACETIOUSLY SEXUAL COMMENT, I WONDER IF THERE WERE A WEAPON IN THE PORN VIDEOS. CANNON CAN BE STREET LINGO FOR A LARGE HANDGUN.

“ modest, small and incremental “ ………

THE UNLOCKING OF THE COVID LOCKDOWN WILL HAVE TO BE THIS WAY, AS WE IN 🇨🇦ARE DOING. KEEPING IN MIND ANY UPTICK OR SPIKES OF ILLNESS OR NEW BREAK OUTS MAY NECESSITATE GOING BACK A STEP.

“ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ………

WELL THIS HAS TO BE MADAM. CRICKETS OVER THE VIDEO YESTERDAY COMPARED TO ANYTHING CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN RELATED, EVEN CATHERINE ON A MORNING TV SHOW TALKING ABOUT THEM. THEY ARE SOOOOOO BELOVED, ALL OF THEM.

“ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. …………

CHARLOTTE’S POPULARITY IS SKYROCKETING , LET ME REPHRASE HAS SKYROCKETED. IT WENT HIGHER HER FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL WHEN HER HAIR FLIP TRENDED WORLDWIDE. THE PHOTOS RELEASED FOR HER RECENT BIRTHDAY SHOWED HER, IN THE ACT OF GIVING…..THE SKY IS THE LIMIT?? NO WAY THE UNIVERSE , TO QUOTE MY BUDDY BUZZ LIGHTYEAR, TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!!!

another modest outfit. ………

THIS IS THE DRESS I REFERRED TO A FEW CLUES BACK. LOVELY YELLOW FLORAL DRESS WORN BY CATHERINE FOR THE TV INTERVIEW. SHE JUST NEVER PUTS A FOOT WRONG AND SO MARVELLOUSLY FULLY COME INTO HER OWN IN HER ROLE. SHE IS MARVELLOUS!

the books a flop, who would buy it? ………

FINDING FREEDOM, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂AGAIN AS I SAID THE OTHER DAY, MADAM SHOULD HAVE SAVED THAT TITLE ONCE THE ORANGE JUMPSUIT TIME IS 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂COMPLETED. NOBODY CARES ABOUT HER. IF SHE STARTS SPEWING HATRED, LIES ABOUT HMTQ AND THE CAMBRIDGES, I CAN ONLY BEGIN TO IMAGINE THE WORLDWIDE RAGE.

“ dada duck duck”…………

IN THE READING VIDEO RELEASED YESTERDAY, I DID A SEPARATE REVIEW YESTERDAY, IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. SO, WAS THE CHILD SAYING DADA OR DUCK DUCK NEAR THE END OF THE VIDEO? MADAM WAS VERY QUICK TO TALK OVER HIM SAYING DUCK DUCK. I BET IN HER HEAD SHE WAS RHYMING ANOTHER WORD🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂!

“ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “……………

GOODNESS, DEARIE ME, SAY IT IS NOT SO. NOTHING WOULD SURPRISE ME, ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AS 🐼ALWAYS SAYS. 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮. THE REFERENCE CLUE A FEW RIDDLES BACK WAS P****HUB, REFERENCING A PORNOGRAPHIC WEBSITE. DISGUSTING.

her irrelevant life…………

SHE, WITH ALL HER MACHINATIONS, SELLING SELF ETC ETC ETCHAS RENDERED HERSELF COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT. THE ANNULMENT, MY BELIEF, OR DIVORCE WAS DONE CANADA HOUSE DAY, AND THE VISIT TO THE THEATRE AKA HARBOTTLE AND LEWIS🤣🤣🤣😂😂 THE NEXT DAY. DONE AND DUSTED IN THAT REGARD. SHE IS JUST BEING WORLDWIDE LAUGHED AT AND COMMENTS ABOUT NO MOTHERING SKILLS. NOW THIS USE OF MERCHING A BABY SHOULD BE A CRIME. IT REALLY BOTHERED MY SOUL YESTERDAY, AFTER WATCHING IT, I STILL FEEL 😳DISTURBED 😧 ABOUT IT ACTUALLY ☹️

desperately seeking ANYTHING…………

YES SHE HAS NO 🍌 SHE HAS NO BANANAS TODAY. WHO REMEMBERS THAT SONG? SHE IS BANANAS. SHE HAS NO OFFERS OTHER THAN LIKELY PORN. SHE HAS ALLEGEDLY BEEN REACHING OUT TO OTHER EUROPEAN FAMILIES WEEKS AGO. THERE IS NO ACTING WORK OR ANY WORK AT ALL. PEOPLE REALLY ARE SEEING THE VILE HUMAN BEING SHE IS AND HOW MANY HAVE SUFFERED THE INFAMOUS MARKLE EFFECT.

a sad demise Rachael!!

YES, ⚖️ JUSTICE IS NIPPING AT HER HEELS. HER FUTURE IS LOOKING VERY DIM. THERE IS NO SAFETY NET AT ALL. SHE MADE THE CHOICES OF HOW TO LIVE HER LIFE, TREAT PEOPLE HORRIDLY , AND IMHO TREASON, PLUS HOBBIES, MERCHING, THE IRS ETC ETC ETC. THE CLUE IN A PREVIOUS RIDDLE. LET GO AND LET GOD.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧 🇦🇺🇳🇿

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10. May 8

MM ANON …… The Queen, god bless her……… blackout ……… the king/ the Queen the nation ……… never give up, never despair ……… the home front……… 🎼some sunny day 🎼………… 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦……… and all who fought ……… a day like no other……… at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………… ‘ we shall remember them.

MAY 8/2020

75 YEARS AGO, PLEASE PAUSE FOR A MINUTE, LEST WE FORGET🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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1535 HRS CST. RIDDLE #10

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇳🇿🇳🇿🇳🇿🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸AND ALL THE COUNTRIES THAT SACRIFICED FOR OUR FREEDOM.

I AM IN TEARS JUST READING AND ARRANGING THE PIECES OF THE RIDDLE TO WORK ON. FABULOUS MM ANON 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

The Queen, god bless her………

HMTQ GAVE HER MESSAGE FROM WINDSOR CASTLE, I WAS BLESSED TO SEE IT ON BBC WORLD. I REALLY WANT SOMEONE TO PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME ALL THE INFORMATION OF THE PINS SHE WORE. I COULD NOT QUITE SEE.

GOD BLESS HMTQ INDEED🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. SHE IS AN AMAZING HUMAN BEING. LIVING HISTORY REALLY. HEARING HER SPEAK OF THAT DAY, THE BALCONY AND THEN THE PRINCESSES GOING AMONGST THE CROWDS. HUMAN RESOLVE AND THE NEED TO CONNECT AFTER YEARS OF DARKNESS, FEAR, DEATH, POURED ONTO THE STREETS, SINGING, DANCING, NAE BOTHER IF STRANGER OR FRIED, IN FACT STRANGERS WERE FRIENDS IN THOSE MOMENTS. A FELLOW HUMAN SOUL WHO HAD LIVED THROUGH THE SAME HELL. HER MESSAGE TODAY WAS PHENOMENAL. SHE HAS SUCH A WISE, CALMING, KNOWLEDGEABLE AND REASSURING PRESENCE. I THANK YOU, YOUR MAJESTY.

THE OTHER QUEEN, IS HER MUM, HRH THE QUEEN MOTHER WHO WAS QUEEN DURING THOSE YEARS. ONE HELL OF A STRONG SCOTTISH 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 WOMAN. STRONG AS STEEL, THE PART OF THE TEAM, ALONG WITH HER HUSBAND, KING GEORGE VI. THEY BUOYED THE COUNTRY, TRULY GOD SENDS, ORDAINED BY GOD SND THEY STAYED! DID WALKABOUTS AMONG RUBBLE, REALLY TRULY AMAZING.

I SAY PLEASE, PLEASE, P L E A S E, IF YOU HAVE NEVER WATCHED THE KING’S SPEECH AND LOVE OUR ROYALS YOU NEED TO SEE THAT FILM. HELENA BONHAM QUIRLY CSRTER PLAYED THE QUEEN MUM, COLIN FIRTH THE KING AND GEOFFREY RUSH THE THERAPIST. THE ABUSE HE, THE KING, SUFFERED AS A CHILD CAUSING HIS SPEECH IMPEDIMENT. GOOD GOD THATS A FILM YOU NEED TO SEE. ITS DIVINE REALLY. UNEXPECTEDLY KING, CROWNED IN THE HOLY CEREMONY AND WOW HISTORY UNTIL TODAY HAS BLESSED.

blackout ………

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE FILM MRS MINIVER?? GREER GARSON, PLAYS AN ENGLISH WIFE AND MOTHER DURING THAT TIME. ITS A MUST SEE. IT IS NOT DONE CHEESY LIKE , ITS AMAZING. I DID NOT CARE FOR THE SEQUEL HOWEVER.

NO LIGHTS AFTER DARK, THE LUFTWAFFE BOMBED AND BOMBED AND BOMBED LONDON. AIR RAID SIRENS BLARING, PEOPLE RUNNING TO DESIGNATED SHELTERS. VOLUNTEER AIR RAID WARDENS. BLACK FABRIC AGAINST ALL THE WINDOWS. NOTHING, NO CANDLE NOTHING. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. EVERY!!! SINGLE!!! NIGHT!!! LAYING IN BED JUST TENSE WAITING FOR THE AIR RAID SIRENS TO GO OFF……..YEARS OF THAT…,…..🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

the king/ the Queen the nation ………

ABSOLUTELY, AS I WROTE ABOVE, THE QUEEN MOTHER WAS STALWART, RIGHT BESIDE KING GEORGE VI. SHE BUOYED HIM UP, WHAT A TEAM THEY WERE. AND HERSELF ALWAYS LOOKING GORGEOUS, WALKING AMONGST RUBBLE, REFUSING TO LEAVE HER HUSBAND, REFUSING TO LEAVE THE PALACE IN LONDON. SHE ALSO BUOYED THE NATION WHILST HE RULED AND GOODNESS KNOWS ALL HE WAS PRIVY TO. WHAT A TEAM GOD SENT FOR THE EXACT TIME. WALLACE SIMPSON, LOVE HER OR HATE HER, SHE CHANGED THE COURSE OF HISTORY, FOR THE ABSOLUTE BETTER!!

never give up, never despair ………

THE ROYAL MOTTO, ALL FOR FREEDOM. SETTING STRONG ROLE MODELS, AND THE TWO PRINCESSES, REALLY HELPED PEOPLE COPE. MANY SENT THEIR CHILDREN OUT OF LONDON FOR SAFETY BECAUSE OF THE BOMBINGS. HMTQ, GOD BLESS HER, SHE BECAME A MECHANIC!!!

ALWAYS THAT FIGHTING SPURIT, KEEP A STIFF UPPER LIP, TIME FOR CRYING LATER, NOW ITS TIME TO FIGHT AND DO WITH KESS OF EVERYTHING FOR THE WAR EFFORT.

the home front………

THIS ACTUALLY WAS A TV SHOW, CANT RECALL WHERE BUT IT WAS SET AT THST TIME. THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN, GRANDPARENTS OR MEN AND WOMEN WHO FOR WHATEVER THE REASON COULD NOT NOT MEET MILITARY REQUIREMENTS, STILL SERVED THE WAR EFFORT.

THE WOMEN KEPT THE HOMES FIRES BURNING AS THE PHRASE GOES, TILL THEIR HUSBANDS, SWEETHEARTS, BROTHERS, FATHERS CAME HOME.

MANY WOMEN WORKED IN MUNITION PLANTS MAKING WEAPONS OR MISSILES, ANYTHING THAT WAS NEEDED.

THINGS WERE RATIONED, THEY HAD TO MAKE DUE, SUGAR, BUTTER, FLOUR, MEAT. EVERYTHING HAS TO GO FOR THE WAR EFFORT. THE WOMEN FILLED SO MANY ROLES AND HAD TO DEAL WITH BABIES, CHILDREN, AIR RAIDS, TERRIBLE FEAR FOR THEMSELVES,THEIR CHILDREN, FAMILY AND ESPECIALLY ALL THE MEN AND HUSBANDS, WOMEN AND WIVES EHO WERE “OVER THEE”. GREAT OLD WAR SONG

🎼some sunny day 🎼…………

VERA LYNN AND MUSIC HELPED SOOTHES THE SAVAGE BEASTS EVERYONE WAS DEALING WITH. IT IS READILY AVAILABLE ON WIKI SO HERE IT IS….MUSIC, OLD WAR SO GS, WWI PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OKD KIT BSG AND SMILE SMILE SMILE, WHILE YOURE A LUCIFER TO LIGHT YOUR FAG SMILE BOYS THATS THE STYLE………….USED TO SO G THAT WITH ELDERLY PATIENTS WHO HAD SERVED. I WOULD PLAY PIANO AND WE WOUKD SING ALL THE OLD SONGS, WHITE CLUFFS OF DOVER….

MUSIC TRULY IS THERAPY.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻…I AM IN TEARS AGAIN…😢😢😢😢

🔥 ALWAYS LUCIFER WAS A LIGHTER 🔥

🚬 FAG IS A CIGARETTE. 🚬 THATS WHAT I HAVE CALLED THEM MY ENTIRE LIFE MY DAD DID, NOW ITS BEEN PERVERTED, I HATE THAT.

See lyrics to Till We Meet Again…Vera Lynn

Drive the dark…

AFTER HMTQ MESSAGE TONIGHT, EVERYONE WHO COULD WENT OUT INTO THE STREETS TO SING THIS SONG, SO CENTRAL TO THE TIME. I READ DAME JOAN COLLINS WAS GOING TO LEAD IT FROM HER BALCONY. I SAW IT ON BBC WORLD, THEY SHOWED LONDON AND NUMEROUS PLACES LIVE. I PVR’ED IT. SO UNBELIEVABLY EMOTIONAL…..

NOT THAT IT IS ANYWHERE NEAR THE SANE THING BUT COVID-19 HAS SHOWN US HOW IN A SPLIT SECOND THE WORLD AS WE KNEW FLIPPED AND CHANGED IN A WAY NOBODY COULD HAVE IMAGINED.

🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦………

BOY IT WAS A TEAM EFFORTS, SO MANY FRONTS, RUSSIAN, RÖMMEL THE DESERT FOX, GERMAN GENERAL IN NORTH AFRICA, JAPAN BROUGHT AMERICA FULLY INTO THE WAR AFTER THEY WERE ATTACKED ON DECEMBER 7/1941. KIDS I KNOW SO MUCH WWII HISTORY.

IT LITERALLY TOOK THE WORLD BANDING TOGETHER TO DEFEAT THE SATANIC EVIL THAT WAS NOT ONLY INVADING OTHER COUNTRIES AND CAUSING WAR BUT MY GOD, THE EXTERMINATION CAMPS…..AUSCHWITZ, BERGENBELSEN AND MANY MANY MORE. IF YOU GO ONLINE TO THE HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL, YOU CAN SEE AND READ MILLIONS OF STORIES OF MURDERED PEOPLE.

and all who fought ………

ALL WHO FOUGHT WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. AS THE GENERATIONS PASS, WE MUST CONTINUE TO BE MINDFUL AND REMEMBER HOW OUR FREEDOM WAS OBTAINED. AS WINSTON CHURCHILL SAID “THOSE WHO FAIL TO LEARN FROM HISTORY ARE CONDEMNED TO REPEAT IT.”

a day like no other………

A DAY THAT WILL LIVE IN INFAMY. D DAY, JUNE 6/1944,. THE ALLIED FORCES HAD A MULTI-PRONGED ATTACK PLAN INVASION THOUSANDS KILLED BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT ONTO THE BEACH

I AM CRYING AGAIN. 😢😢😢IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SAVING PRIVATE RYAN, STEADY ON AND WATCH IT, YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. THEY HAD ACTUAL VETERANS FROM NORMANDY ADVISING. THE SCENE OF THE TENSION AND THE SHIPS APPROACH THE BEACH KNOWING FULL WELL THERE WERE SNIPERS…..THAT SCENE AND THAT FILM CHANGED ME FOREVER.

I ALSO HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND BAND OF BROTHERS. THE AIR FIGHTING SCENES ARE PHENOMENALLY DONE, IT PUTS YOU RIGHT THERE. IT IS DONE IN SEPARATE CHAPTERS /EPISODES, A BIT SIMILAR MEN. THE EPISODE “WHY WE FOUGHT” ITS UNBEARABLY EXCRUCIATING TO WATCH. SOME AMERICAN SOLDIERS, GOD BLESS THEM, COME UPON AN ABANDONED CAMP, WALKING SKELETONS…. THEY RAN TO TELL THEIR COMMANDING OFFICERS….YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW THE REST OF THE EPISODE GOES.

at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………… ‘ we shall remember them.

THIS IS A TIME FOR CUT AND PASTE, I AM WEEPING😢😢😭😭

The GreatWar 1914-1918

For the Fallen

Robert Laurence Binyon, by artist William Strang. (1)

Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper

Plaque unveiled in 2003 at Polzeath to commemorate the place where For the Fallen is believed to have been composed. (2)

Laurence Binyon composed his best known poem while sitting on the cliff-top looking out to sea from the dramatic scenery of the north Cornish coastline. A plaque marks the location at Pentire Point, north of Polzeath. However, there is also a small plaque on the East Cliff north of Portreath, further south on the same north Cornwall coast, which also claims to be the place where the poem was written.

The poem was written in mid September 1914, a few weeks after the outbreak of the First World War. During these weeks the British Expeditionary Force had suffered casualties following its first encounter with the Imperial German Army at the Battle of Mons on 23 August, its rearguard action during the retreat from Mons in late August and the Battle of Le Cateau on 26 August, and its participation with the French Army in holding up the Imperial German Army at the First Battle of the Marne between 5 and 9 September 1914.

Laurence said in 1939 that the four lines of the fourth stanza came to him first. These words of the fourth stanza have become especially familiar and famous, having been adopted by the Royal British Legion as an Exhortation for ceremonies of Remembrance to commemorate fallen Servicemen and women.

Laurence Binyon was too old to enlist in the military forces but he went to work for the Red Cross as a medical orderly in 1916. He lost several close friends and his brother-in-law in the war.

🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦 I KNOW IT IS FROM WWI BUT IT BEARS SHARING IN CASE IT IS UNFAMILAR🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

In Flanders Fields

BY JOHN MCCRAE

GOD BLESS HIS MAJESTY KING GEORGE VI AND HER ROYAL HIGH ESS THE QUEEN AT THAT TIME, THE THE QUEEN MUM.

MAY THEY BOTH REST IN PEACE

GSTQAOBC 🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿🇺🇸AND EVERY OTHER FLAG

I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT IT NEEDED TO.

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11. May 9

MM ANON …… “ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “……… on yer bike……… 🎼that’s life,……🎼………… Bar Wars………… survival of the fit-test……………”a vulgar mansion “…………… Spider sandwiches……… an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ……… now that’s TRUE grit…………… be- bop-a-loo-la RIP……… The Serenity prayer……thank you for this forum xxxxx…………… it will end ,…one day!

MAY 9/2020

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE#11. 1730 HRS CST

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

“ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “………

WE HAD A CLUE VERY SIMILAR TO THIS LAST SEASON…..ITS HIM JIM BUT NOT AS WE KNEW HIM….IF I RECALL CORRECTLY FROM MANY MONTHS AGO, AND I DO NOT FEEL LIKE CRUISING THROUGH THE ARCHIVES RIGHT NOW🤣🤣🤣😂😂. JIM, IS CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK, STARSHIP ENTERPRISE, CLASSIC TV SHOW FROM THE 1960’s IT HAS HAD SUCH A MASSIVE WORLD IMPACT, STILL SPAWNING FILMS AND THE NEWEST TV SHOW WITH DARLING PATRICK STEWART 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰CALLED STAR TREK: PICARD, WHICH IS AWESOME BY THE WAY AND I NORMALLY HATE PROCEDURAL TELEVISION SHOWS.

AN UNLOCK, IS TO OPEN, BUT NOT THE USUAL WAY, A WAY TO ACCESS VITAL INFORMATION BUT IN A ROUNDABOUT NOVEL WAY. NOT REGULAR EVIDENCE OR SOMEONE SPILLING THE BEANS SO TO SPEAK. LG AND HIS TEAM HAVE FIGURED OUT A WAY TO GATHER THE FINAL, NAIL IN THE PROVERBIAL COFFIN, SO TO SPEAK, IN THE LEGAL MATTER OF BRINGING EVERYONE TO JUSTICE AND RIDDING HARRY AND THE ROYAL FAMILY, AND ALL OF US OF MADAM,,HER CRONIES AND BACKERS. SCALES ⚖️ JUSTICE.

on yer bike………

YER IS SPELLT THE SCOTTISH WAY. IS HARRY UP AT BALMORAL WITH CHARLES AND CAMILLA? OH YES I WOULD BET MONEY ON IT! BY THE WAY, HOW AMAZING DID CHARLES AND CAMILLA LOOK YESTERDAY, MY MY MY, WHEN SHE LOOKED UP TO HEAVEN OH I HAD TEARS. I HAVE POSTULATED THIS BEFORE. I TRULY CAN SEE HIM BIKING AROUND, PEOPLE WOULD JUST LEAVE HIM BE. SCOTLAND IS ITS OWN UNIQUE LIVE AND LET LIVE. I CAN TOTALLY SEE THIS.

🎼that’s life,……🎼…………

ANOTHER GREAT SINATRA SONG, YOU’RE LOVING SINATRA NOW EH DEAR MM ANON? NEVER NOT A GREAT TIME FOR OLE BLUE EYES HIMSELF. I LOVE HIM, HE HAD SUCH A UNIQUE WAY OF PHRASING, THE VOICE LIKE A FINE SINGLE MALT, SMOOTH…DELICIOIS… THIS SONG IS ABOUT A GRIFTER, TRYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS IN LIFE NEVER QUITE MAKING IT BUT RESIGNED TO ACCEPTING THAT IS JUST THE WAY LIFE IS. NOW NOWHERE DOES IT SPEAK OF TREASON, SURROGATE, FAUXMEGNANCY, YOU GET WHERE I AM GOING. MADAM , HER CLAN, AND HER GANG OF ‘FRIENDS/BESTIES’ GIVE GRIFTING A WHOLE BRAND NEW MEANING. THIS HAS TO BE THE CON OF A THOUSAND YEARS, GRIFTING, LYING, OBFUSCATING, MANIPULATING, ALL ALLEGEDLY OF COURSE BECAUSE WE ARE HAVING FUN STORY TELLING HERE, THIS IS ENTERTAINMENT RIGHT!! HYPOTHETICALLY, A CON OF THIS NATURE, WHEN THE LAW COMES A- CALLING , 👁 👁 👁 👁 👁, GREY SUITED GENTLEMEN, ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE, I HAD TO GET A BOND REFERENCE IN HERE. DID YOU KNOW THAT FILM WAS THE ONLY TIME THAT GEORGE LAZENBY PLAYED 007. BOND WAS HAPPILY MARRIED HIS WIFE WAS MURDERED BY SPECTRE?? MY MEMORY NOT SURE NOW BY WHO BUT IT SET UP THE WHOLE FUTURE FOR BOND DOING ANYTHING RISKING HIS LIFE FOR JUSTICE.

THERE HAVE BEEN MANY REAL BONDS WHO HAVE RISKED AND LOST THEIR LIVES ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE AND MANY WHO CONTINUE TO. MADAM WILL NEVER EVER STOP BEING THE NARCISSIST THAT SHE IS AND WILL FOREVER BELIEVE SHE IS A VICTIM. THOSE WHO SERVE THE SIDE OF JUSTICE ARE JUST AS LASER FOCUSED, EXCEPT FOR THE GOOD NOT SELFISH EVIL. JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED. AGAIN I SAY, MOST WILL REMAIN CLASSIFIED BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE, HMTQ DOES NOT SUFFER FOOLS GLADLY, JUST REMEMBER THE PHOTO OF HER LOOKING AT MADAM, ON THE DAY OF THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE, THAT FACIAL EXPRESSION SHOWS THE RESOLVE, AS LONG AS IT TAKES, JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED.

Bar Wars…………

THE OTHER DAY THE CLUE WAS THREE DUCHESSES WALKED ONTO A BAR, SINCE THEN I HAVE HAD VISIONS OF A DRUNK HIGH MADAM DANCING LEWDLY AROUND A POLE ON THE BAR🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 BAR WARS RIFF ON STAR WARS….WE ARE ON A SPACE THEME TODAY. IS THAT WHERE CRIMINALS WILL BE SENT IN THE FITURE, PRISON ON MARS?

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS AGAIN I SAY, LEGAL ANON WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU??🤨🤨🤨🧐🧐🧐IN AMERICA WHEN YOU GRADUATE LAW SCHOOL, IN ORDER TO PRACTICE, YOU NEED TO WRITE THE BAR EXAM, THEN YOU GET YOUR LICENSE FOR THAT STATE. NOW JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A LICENSE IN ONE STATE DOES NOT AUTOMATICALLY ENTITLE YOU TO PRACTICE LAW IN ANOTHER. SOMETIMES IF YOU ACT AS CO-COUNSEL, YOU CAN. I DO NOT KNOW IF SOME STATES AUTOMATICALLY ACCEPT YOU OR IF EVERY SINGLE STATE HAS THEIR OWN BAR EXAM, BUT SOME DO BECAUSE THE LAWS VARY DRAMATICALLY, AND LOUISIANA HAS PARISHES NOT COUNTIES ETC. ANYHOW WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION. I AM ONLY TALKING AMERICA BECAUSE SHE IS AN AMERICAN, AND WORKED ON A LAW TV SHOW SO THAT EQUATES WITH HER BEHIND A LAW EXPERT WORLDWIDE😁😁😁

THIS IS A HUGE LONG WINDED TANGENTIAL EXPLANATION,WHICH IS TYPICAL 💜💜😁😁PG😊😊💜💜 RIGHT, I KNOW YOU KIDS LOVE IT. THIS IS THE MOS LAWSUIT, ANNULMENT/DIVORCE, THE LONG LIST OF PENDING LEGAL CHARGES, YOU KNOW , I WONT GO INTO EVERYTHING THAT HAS BEEN DONE. MAKE NO MISTAKE THIS IS WAR, SHE IS FIGHTING BECAUSE SHE IS RIGHT AND DESERVES EVERYTHING BECAUSE SHE IS SPECIAL, WAY MORE SPECIAL THAT ANYONE ELSE AND SHE IS BEING TREATED UNFAIRLY , INSERT 🙄ROLLS NOW.

BUT THE BIGGER WAR, IS THE SPIRITUAL WAR GOING ON BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, I, WITH ALL MY HEART💜💜, BELIEVE THAT IS THE REAL WAR HERE. ATTACKING THE CHRISTIAN MONARCHY BY DARK EVIL AGENDAS FOR POWER, CONTROL, MONEY AND LAWS CHANGING. HMTQ NEEDS TO BE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 FOR AS WELL AS ALL THOSE WORKING ON THE SIDE OF JUSTICE.

survival of the fit-test……………”

DARWIN, WAY BACK WHEN, HIS THEORY ON EVOLUTION , KEY PART OF NATURE OF LIFE, SURVIVAL, ACTUAL SURVIVAL AS IN REMAINING ALIVE AND PROCREATING THE SPECIES DEPENDED UPON THE FITTEST STRONGEST OF THE SPECIES.

HERE WE HAVE FIT TEST. MADAME’S SURVIVAL DEPENDS UPON HER BEING FIT, MENTALLY FIT. I BELIEVE DURING THE COURSE OF THIS RECENT MENTAL HEALTH HOLD , SHE WILL HAVE BEEN FULLY ASSESSED, AND I BELIEVE, GOING OUT ON A LIMB, BUT I DID WORK IN THAT FIELD FOR 20+ YEARS SHE WILL ABSOLUTELY BE DIAGNOSED AS NPD, NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER, WHICH IS AN AXIS II DIAGNOSIS, A DISORDER BUT NOT NOT NOT A MENTAL ILLNESS. AXIS I DIAGNOSES ARE MENTAL ILLNESSES. SHE MAY HAVE CO—MORBIDITY UNDER AXIS III OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE OR HOBBIES. EATING DISORDER MAY BE IN PLAY SOMEWHERE AS WELL . I FEEL VERY STRONGLY SHE WILL BE MENTALLY ASSESSED AS COMPETENT TO STAND TRIAL SHOULD THERE BE ONE.

I MENTIONED THIS THE OTHER DAY AND IN SEASON ONE. I BELIEVE THE STAR CHAMBER HAS BEEN ACTIVE FOR QUITE SOME TIME. I RECALL LAST SEASON, KIDS THAT IS HOW I AM DIFFERENTIATING MM ANON’S SERIES OF RIDDLES. LAST SEASON, NETTY WAS MENTIONED NUMEROUS TIMES OTHERWISE KNOWN AS BARON MALDON, IAIN DUNCAN BURNETT, THE CURRENT CHIEF JUSTICE OF ENGLAND AND WALES. WE HAD ‘9 of the 13 are solid’. I RECALL INTERPRETING TO MEAN THE CHARGES. AT ANY RATE BACK ALL THE WAY TO SURVIVAL OF THE FIT TEST, SHE WILL BE DETERMINED AS FIT!!!

💜💜NOW A PENNY WILL GO TO ANYONE WHO CAN REPLY PROPERLY TO THIS💜💜

😁😁😁😁😁FIT LIKE LOON??😁😁😁😁😁

“a vulgar mansion “……………

ANYWHERE MADAM IS VULGAR FOLLOWS. THIS WHOLE TYLER PERRY LOANING THEM HIS MANSION IN L.A. BLAH BLAH BLAH. TYLER PERRY LIVES IN ATLANTA HE HAS MADE BILLIONS IF TV AND FILM BOTH ACTING BUT THE REAL MONEY IS PRODUCTION. ALL THOSE MADEA FILMS THATS TYLER PERRY. THE FIRST ONE WAS HILARIOUS, CALLED DIARY OF A MAD BLACK WOMAN, DOUBLE ENTENDRE OF MAD AS IN EMOTIONAL AND MAD BECAUSE HE DUMPED HER. THE SCENE WHERE MADEA , THE GRANDMOTHER, TAKES A CHAINSAW TO THE HUSBANDS FURNITURE AND CUTS IT IN HALF IS HILARIOUS. THE MADEA GRANDMA WAS SO POPULAR IT SPAWNED FILMS. SO TYLER IS EXTREMELY WEALTHY. I SEE NO REASON WHY HE WOULD GET INVOLVED WITH MADAM UNLESS SHE HAS SOMETHING OR SUNSHINE SACHS DOES. THIS WHOLE PR GARBAGE HAS REALLY OPENED MY EYES WOWZA!!

PERRY IS THICK AS THIEVES WITH OPRAH AND GK. I REMEMBER YEARS AGO, HE GAVE THEM EACH A BESPOKE WHITE BENTLEY EACH.

Spider sandwiches………

IS GEORGE STILL JONESING FOR A SPIDER SANDWICH? I WONDER IF CATHERINE FIGURED OUT A WAY TO MAKE THEM. I CAN SEE BREAD, BLACK LICORICE FOR THE LEGS, RED DOTS FOR THE EYES ETC ETC. I HOPE IT HAPPENED. SO MANY PARENTS HAVE BEEN WILDLY CREATIVE AND CHILDREN TOO!!DURING THIS STAY HOME TIME.

an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ………

I WROTE AT LENGTH ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY. OUR CATHERINE IS PATRON OF THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY. THEY ARE PUTTING TOGETHER AN EXHIBIT ENTITLED HOLD STILL. IT WILL CONSIST OF 100 PHOTOGRAPHS THAT THE PUBLIC CAN ENTER DOCUMENTING THEIR TIME DURING THE PANDEMIC. IT WILL CONSIST OF A WIDE VARIETY I AM CERTAIN AND WILL BE EXTREMELY MOVING. AS I SAID THE OTHER DSY, I HOPE THEY PUBLISH A BOOK WITH THESE PHOTOS , I WOULD BUY THAT IN A HOT MINUTE AND THE MONEY COULD GO TO THE NHS OR CHARITY. EXCELLENT WORK CATHERINE BRAVO INDEED!! SHE IS AN AMAZING PHOTOGRAPHER, THE PHOTOS SHE TOOK FOR HOLOCAUST REMEMBRANCE DAY , UTILIZING THE PAINTING, THE GIRL WITH THE PEARL EARRING BY DUTCH PAINTER VERMEER AS INSPIRATION FOR HER PHOTO OF A DUTCH SURVIVOR WAS BRILLIANT.

now that’s TRUE grit……………

TRUE GRIT…GREAT OLD JOHN WAYNE FILM. LOVED IT. TRUE GRIT, MEANS BACKBONE, INTEGRITY, NEVER QUITTING WHEN THINGS GET ROUGH, SEEING THINGS THROUGH UNTIL THE END. I SEE THIS AS ALL OF US, DOING OUR BEST TO COMPLY AND SURVIVE NOT ONLY PHYSICALLY BUT FINANCIALLY, EMOTIONALLY AND IN EVERY WAY DURING THIS PANDEMIC. OUR WORLD HAS COMPLETELY CHANGED AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. MANY HORRIBLE DEATHS AND FAMILIES SPLIT, UNABLE TO HAVE PROPER FUNERALS, ALTERNATE GRIEF STYLES. BUT SOOO MANY BLESSINGS IF ONE LOOKS FOR THEM…. TRUE GRIT………WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE TOUGH GET GOING💜💜💜💜💜💜

be- bop-a-loo-la RIP………

LITTLE RICHARD RIP, HE JUST PASSED AWAY …I STARTED SINGING THE MINUTE I READ THIS. SHES MY BABY, BE BOP A LOOO LAH DONT MEAN MAYBE… BE BOP A LOO LAH SHE MY BABY DOLL MY BABY DOLL. THIS IS DIRECT REFERENCE TO THE LOSS OF A GREAT MUSICIAN. IT IS ALSO A REFERENCE TO ARCHFICIAL AND MADAM HAVING ONLY A DOLL IN A BOX SOMEWHERE, NO BABY, NOT THAT SHE CARES AND MISSES THAT CHILD .

The Serenity prayer……

GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE. MY GRANDMA HAD THIS HANGING ON THE WALL IN THE NURSING HOME. I WAS LITTLE MAYBE 7? WE WOULD GO VISIT HER ON SUNDAYS, I WAS ALWAYS SCARED, THE PLACE SMELLT FUNNY, PEOPLE WERE YELLING OUT, AS A CHILD IT WAS SCARY. MY PARENTS SPOKE TO HER IN HER LANGUAGE WHICH I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND, SO I LOOKED AROUND. I REMEMBER READING THAT OVER AND OVER. I WONDER WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THAT PLAQUE. I TRULY BELIEVE THIS IS ONE IF THE BASIC THINGS IN LIFE YET MOST OF US STRUGGLE WITH TRYING TO CHANGE THINGS OR PEOPLE EVRN THOUGH WE KNOW INTELLECTUALLY IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. I THINK OUR PARADIGM OF LIFE, AND WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT HAVE SHIFTED DUE TO THE PANDEMIC. I SEE GREAT THINGS COULD COME OF THIS. FIRSTLY AS WE NURSES HAVE BEEN SAYING FOR DECADES NOW, WE NEED BETTER STAFFING IN LONG TERM CARE. HOW WE RELATE TO ONE ANOTHER, HELPING OUR NEIGHBOURS. I JUST HAVE SO MUCH FAITH IN THE CHANGES YET TO COME. YES THERE ARE SCAMMERS ALWAYS WILL BE BUT LET USCTRY TO FOCUS ON GOID THINGS. AS PHILLIPIANS SAYS IN HOLY SCRIPTURE, WHATSOEVER THINGS ARE RIGHTEOUS , WHATSOEVER THINGS ARE TRUE..THINK ON THESE THINGS. I AM PARAPHRASING BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN😊.

thank you for this forum xxxxx……………

THIS IS A GREAT FORUM FOR SELF EXPRESSION, PRAYER, LAUGHTER, ROYALTY, ANYTHING. THIS IS A GODLY PLACE. A PLACE OF LOVE SND ACCEPTANCE AND WE ARE SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK MM ANON.

it will end ,…one day!

SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE. WE HAVE TO KEEP THE FSITH, KEEP PRAYING FOR HMTQ, HARRY AND THE FAMILY. PRAY JUSTICE IS DONE. WHAT IS DARK AND HIDDEN THE LIGHT SHALL EVENTUALLY FIND.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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12. May 10

MM ANON ……… Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months ……… hospitality will become inhospitable ………… the R factor ………… “Henry, don’t do that”. …… return to school??? …………… no guidelines …………… be alert,the country needs lerts………… risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety ………… it’s the economy,stupid!! ………… test, Trace and isolate. ………… a silver lining 🌈🌈

MAY 10/2020

💐💐HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MUMS, THOSE WHO MOTHER IN ALTERNATE WAYS ETC💐💐

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE #12. 2225 HRS CST

KIDS, I TRULY APOLOGIZE IT IS SO LATE, I HAVE HAD A TERRIBLE STOMACHE BUG TODAY AND IT HAS NOT LEFT ME. I WILL DO MY BEST, AS I KNOW YOU ALL WAIT FOR IT AND ENJOY IT💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊PG😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months

UNCERTAINTY SURROUNDS THIS CHILD, SEX, AGE, NAME, WHERE HE OR SHE IS, WHO WAS THE GENETIC EGG DONOR, THE GENETIC SPERM DONOR, THE SURROGATE AND WHO NOW IS CARING FOR SAID CHILD. WE DO KNOW WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY THAT BOTH MADAM AND THE CHILD SHE PRESENTED IN THE BIDEO ARE BOTH NOT THE AGE THEY ARE STATED TO BE. ONE OF A ZILLION LIES AND FACTS OBFUSCATED.

hospitality will become inhospitable …………

THE SAYING GOES, GUESTS ARE LIKE FISH, AFTER THREE DAYS THEY START TO STINK. WHEREVER MADAM IS COUCH CRASHING NOW, THEY ARE GETTING ENOUGH OF HER AND WANT HER TO GO ELSEWHERE. I CANNOT IMAGINE ONE MINUTE OF HER PRESENCE.

the R factor …………

TONIGHT U.K. PM BORIS JOHNSON SPOKE TO THE COUNTRY REVEALING HIS GOVERNMENT’S PLAN FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS. EACH POSSIBLE REACTION, COMES WITH AN R, OR RESPONSE. BASICALLY GOING BACK A STEP IF COVID-19 CASES INCREASE. PEOPLE ARE COMPLETELY CONFUSED. GO TO WORK, BUT NO PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. GO TO THE PARK, BEACH, BUT NO GUIDELINES FOR SEEING FAMILY. IT SEEMS VERY CONFUSING TO ME REALLY.

“Henry, don’t do that”. ……

THIS REMINDS ME OF THE SONG, THERE’S A HOLE IN THE BUCKET DEAR HENRY DEAR HENRY……DOES ANYONE ELSE REMEMBER THAT? IT IS ANOLD FUN SONG.SO OUR HARRY’S FIRST MAME IS HENRY BUT HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN CALLED THAT.

DID YOU KNOW KING HENRY VIII HAD A WELL DOCUMENTED RECORD OF ISOLATING HIMSELF FROM TIME TO TIME? HE IN GSCT HAD SECRET PRIVATE ROOMS WITH BOOKS, HIS MUSIC INSTRUMENTS TO OCCUPY HIMSELF. THERE IS A NEW BOOK BY ELERI LYNN, WHO CURATES THE ROYAL DRESS COLLECTION AT HISTORIC ROYAL PALACES. SHE PRESENTS BOTH KING HENRYVIII AND DAUGHTER, ELIZABETH I TOOK GREAT SOLACE IN THESE QUITE SMALL SPACES. THEY ENJOYED COURT AND ALL THINGS SOCITO BE SURE, BUT THEIR QUIET REFUGES WERE SPECIAL.

SO THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE, WHO IS THE SPEAKER OR WRITER? WHO CALLS HIM HENRY? A GRANDFATHER PERHAPS? I WONDER IF THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH HAS BEEN IN TOUCH AND ENCOURAGING OUR HARRY DURING THIS PANDEMIC ON TOP OF ALL HE HAS BEEN COPING WITH. WISE WORDS FROM A GRANDFATHER TO NOT TOTALLY ISOLATE BUT USE SOCIAL MEDIA ETC TO CONNECT WITH HIS BELOVED FAMILY. I KNOW INTEAD MANY MANY COMMENTS OF CONCERN FOR HIM AFTER THE LAST VIDEO HE RELEASED REGARDING VE DAY 75TH ANNIVERSARY.

return to school??? ……………

PRIMARY 1 AND 6 MAY RETURN IN JUNE. BUT WHAT ABOIT THE OTHERS.THERE ARE SO MANY UNCERTAINTIES. THE RISK OF RUSHING THIS IS TO ME UNNECESSARY, ESPECIALLY REGARDING SCHOOL, ITS ALMOST SUMMER BREAK, JUST LEAVE IT BE!!

no guidelines ……………

PEOPLE IN THE U.K. ARE MORE CONFUSED THAN EVER NOW, AFTER THE PM’S ADDRESS. CAN BE OUT WITH STRANGERS BUT VERY UNCLEAR GUIDELINES, IF NOT COMPLETELY UNSTATED GUIDELINES FOR FAMILY. GO BACK TO WORK, BUT DO NOT USE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION IE THE TUBE, USES, UBER ETC ETC. THIS MAKES FOR GREAT UNCERTAINTY IN A CITY THE SIZE OF LONDON, WHO HAS PRETTY MUCH THE POPULATION OF MY ENTIRE COUNTRY🇨🇦. THIS IS SUCH A RISKY SITUATION, SO MANY DEATHS AND HIGH TRANSMISSION RATE, EVERYONE MUST BE BESIDE THEMSELVES TRYING TO PROCESS THINGS SND MAKE DECISIONS. TRULY LIFE AND DEATH DECISIONS!

be alert,the country needs lerts………… THIS IS FUNNY🤣🤣😂😂😂, COULD BE A TSHIRT OR BUMER STICKER. DO THEY STILL MAKE BUMPER STICKERS? HUMOUR IS THE UNCERTAINTY, LACK OF CLARITY AND DIRECTION ON WHAT TO DO, HOW TO DO IT OR NOT DO THINGS. THE RISE, GLOBALLY OF CHILDREN FALLING ILL, WITH PRESENTATION SIMILAR TO KAWASAKI DISEASE IS SHOWING THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY AND ALL OF US THAT THIS ROSY ASSESSMENT OF CHILDREN BEING MINIMALLY AFFECTED BY THIS VIRUS IS BEARING OUT TO NOT BE CORRECT. THE INCUBATION TIME SEEMS LONGER AND THE ENVIRONMENT OVERLOADED WITH THE SHEER VASTNESS OF VIRAL PRESENCE IS TERRIFYING.

risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety THIS HAS BEEN AND CONTINUES TO BE ESSENTIAL. DIFFERENT PROVINCES IS 🇨🇦 ARE APPROACHING TESTING DIFFERENTLY, RESUMPTION OF MORE THINGS SLOW RETURNING TO OPERATION IN ORDER TO KICKSTART THE ECONOMY . PUBLIC SAFETY IS STILL PARAMOUNT, UT IT SEEMS SOME ISSUES HAVE BECOME POLITICISED, WHICH IS EXTREMELY CONCERNING.

it’s the economy,stupid!! …………

THE JOB LOSS NUMBERS AND CLOSING OF THE ECONOMY HAS BROUGHT ON NEARLY UNPRECEDENTED WOES. IT IS ESSENTIAL THE ECONOMY BE REOPENED. HOWEVER BALANCING THAT WITH THE VERY REAL LIFE AND DEATH SITUATIONS AND CHOICES WILL HAVE MAJOR EFFECTS, BOTH IN THE SHORT TERM AND THE LONG TERM AS WELL.

test, Trace and isolate. …………

THIS IS THE BIGGEST ISSUE, MANY JURISDICTIONS ARE DOING THINGS SO DIFFERENTLY. EITHER THE NASAL/ESOPHAGEAL SWAB TEST OR THE FINGER PRICK SEROLOGY TESTS. THERE HAVE BEEN MAJOR ISSUES OF OBTAINING THE REAGENT NEEDED TO TEST THE ACTUAL SAMPLE. ASSESSING THE PRESENCE AND PREVALENCE IN EACH AREA IS VITAL SO DURING THE REOPENING PHASE, THINGS CAN BE REDACTED IF NECESSARY. ISOLATION HAS BEEN KEY TO MINIMIZING THE SPREAD OF THE BEAST OF THIS CORONA VIRUS STRAIN COVID-19. TRULY, UNTIL THERE IS A PROVEN EFFECT VACCINE, MANY PEOPLE WITH COMPROMISED IMMUNE SYSTEMS, LATER IN LIFE AND OTHER PRE-EXISTING HEALTH CONDITIONS MAY HAVE TO ISOLATE UNTIL THAT TIME. IT IS A TERRIFYING THOUGHT KIDS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

a silver lining 🌈🌈. THERE ARE ALWAY ALWAYS ALWAYS IN EVERY SITUATION IF YOU CHOOSE TO SEEK THEM. GOD GAVE US THE RAINBOW AS A COVENANT, THAT AFTER THE GREAT FLOOD AND NOAH HAD BUILT THE ARK, ALL SPECIES OF ANIMALS AND HIS FAMILY SURVIVED. THE RAINBOW IS A BLESSING, LOVE SHOW AND A COVENANT. WE HAVE SEEN AMAZING THINGS, LONG TERM HEAKTH CARE WORKERS FINALLY GETTING RECOGNITION FOR THEIR HARD WORK AND THE GENERAL PUBLIC LEARNING HOW POORLY STAFFING LEVELS ARE. THE CHANGE FROM HOLLYWOOD HEROES TO MEDICAL STAFF, LONG HAUL DRIVERS WHO BRING FOOD AND SUPPLIES. THOSE WHO WORK IN FOID STORES, PHARMACIES, RETAIL, ALL THE THINGS WE DEPEND ON DAILY!! TILL NOW, MOST OF US BARELY GAVE IT A THOUGHT OF HOW BLESSED WE ARE , THOSE OF US WHO LIVE IN FIRST WORLD COUNTRIES. COLONEL TOM, HIS FUNDRAISING, THE CLAPPING, THE TREMENDOUS SENSE OF COMMUNITY, PEOPLE HELPING ONE ANOTHER ETC ETC ETC ETC. THERE ARE MILLIONS OF EXAMPLES OF HOW HUMAN BEINGS ACROSS THE GLOBE HAVE STEPPED UP. MANY THINGS WERE HALTED, WE COUKD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS HAVE FORESEEN. I HAVE A STRONG FAITH AND I BELIEVE THAT AS WE SLOWLY RETURN TO ‘NORMAL LIFE’ WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. WORK PATTERNS WILL CHANGE, HOW WE INTERACT WILL REMAIN CHANGED, I THINK WE SHALL CONTINUE TO SEE MARVELLOUS THINGS HAPPEN. WE MUST REMEMBER THE GREATT LOSSES AND SACRIFICE AND FAMILIES CANNOT GRIEVE IN THE NORMAL FASHION.THEY WILL CONTINUE TO NEED PRAYER, AND ON E ABLE, HUGS, VISITS, HOT MEALS BROUGHT TO THEM ETC ETC. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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2:14am

June 9 has been a roller coaster ride.

I got my second dose today. I thought I’d feel free somehow after but the feeling didn’t change.. and by that I mean:

I still feel anxious and nothing at the same time

Part I I feel guilty for wanting to go out still? Which is good because I have to think about my family. But that would mean i need someone who would compromise a bit of their life: getting swabbed before meeting each other. I guess its a start. Its logical. Its the new normal. But not everyone has the money to? Myself included! 😕 so that would mean I shouldn’t go out.. i feel like I can’t live my life. The life of moving on. Which leads me to part II..

Part II I still can’t stop thinking about Sean. How I want him to see me now and how ive grown that maybe he would like who i am now more than before. But that would mean I need his validation for who I am. And im still in the process of accepting who I am? I also keep thinking that maybe he messaged me because he wants the convo to lead to going back? Idk I keep reminding myself what he did weong so zi won’t fall for the trap? Why cant you just say how you really feel instead of beating around the bush or am I just reading into it and he’s saying what he really wants. Judging by his character…… i honestly dont know. I dont even know if I ever really got to know him. I tried too. And i got tired a bit. When I got back he wasnt there anymore. I understand. But not because I wasn’t enough for him. Its that he wasn’t enough for me. And I have to accept that sad sad thought. You have no idea how eager I am to see the day I read back to this and just laugh bc I don’t feel the same way as today. 😕 Don’t worry future Keishia! Today this is what ur thinking: I have come to accept that what we had, the actual moments where we laughed, talked, felt loved, felt understood, it really happened. Breaking up doesn’t invalidate the emotions we felt. We just have to be grateful we ever got to feel them. 🥲

Part III The awareness of the lack of intimacy in me today is level 89% signs of it is that I cry watching Her Private life. Which moments?!? Holding hands, hugging, couply things like watching together and drinking and fooling around and listening to each other’s feeling taking turns and feeling understood. 🥲 hay I still have 11% to hang on to. And thats enough. This is part of life. You will get through this. Treat emotions like visitors 🤗

Part IV Today is ate Kat’s last night at the house. I know its literally just a few steps away but this is the first time ever that we have to acknowledge that we’re going to be apart for longer periods of time. I think I might MAJOR SEPANX MOMENT but I have to think that this is 100% better than canada. I feel like I just need to hug her and I’ll feel better. 🤗

So thats on repeat in my head right now.. 🧠

I think the real lesson here is that do not watch kilig series/movie while being single because it will stress the fuck out of you HAHAHAHA

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vorosjournal · 6 years

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The needle

I am Paladin Voros Xathanar II from the Southern Isles of Maztica. I’m a Merfolk, and lately, I’ve been thinking about documenting my trecks. Ever since the whole deal with the prison, to be more accurate.

So, I don’t even know how I got there, or why, for that matter, but there I was, virtually naked without my trusty armor on a prison cell with a gith. I mean, yes, I have commited crimes in the past for the sake of my purposes, but none that would lead me to prison. I might be lying a bit here, but eh, no witness, no crime, right?

The gith was not a really talkative fellow, but after some time, I got a name. Xu. He seemed to be in the same position I was; neither of us knew what we had done, where we were or why and how they had gotten us here.

“You know what you did, you filthy scum” “you know, that thing you thought no one knew you did on Daggerford” “No one is sent to the needle without a reason” “you need to atone for your sins”

That sort of bullshit was everything that came from the mouths of our captors. Heck, I never have been to Daggerford. And atone for my sins? Fuck you!

Things got heated up after three months of this same repetitive shit. I wanted to get out, fuck a wench. Kill an asshole. Drink some beer. All the tension pilled up and I exploded when one of the guards was getting cocky. I don’t even remember his name.

So, there I was, defying an armed and armored asshole, on my rags. He hit me with his hammer and seeing that I was enduring and belittling his smacks, he started smiting me with it. Hah! The pussy wouldn’t even fight in equal terms. He beat me until I dropped, sort of. I gave him a hit or two, barehanded. Man, he was so furious and exhausted his face was as red as a tomato. His subordinate had thrown a dart earlier and I wanted to divert his attention from it and the gith seemed to have caught my drift because he hid the dart on a pile of hay while the asshole was beating me. It was a good start of the day.

After the cretin left, I healed myself a bit, but noticed something else was healing me. Someone else. I paid it no mind as I grabbed the dart and tried to unlock my cell. Of course, I’m not deft of hand so I was having a hard time at it, and then there she was, a dark skinned half-elf gall, the one healing me, told me she could open the door, no problem. Siljith, she told me her name was. I threw her the dart and as she said, she opened her cell. Then ours and another human’s. And so our escape began.

The human’s name is Cuylen. He’s a good fellow. Sort of weird. Shy yet daring. I guess you’ll understand what I mean after I talk my tale up to date.

Anyways.

We stealthed our way around the first block of cells until we found some make do weapons and some protection. Then off to the kitchens we went. There we killed a couple guards, such weaklings, and armed ourselves a bit better, after which, we released the rest of the prisoners on the floor. Some of them, though, refused to leave.

We decided to send Siljith to release the rest of the prisoners so we split. Cuylen, Xu and me would find our things and the exit.

After moving about as silent as we could, we took down some of the guards. Of course, I found the cretin who had hit me earlier that day and smacked his skull inwards, we found the room where they kept our belongings and my precious family sword was there, along with my shield and some bizarre interesting notes about each one of us. It’s funny they so throughout measured everything about us. My paper stated my full name, race, my 6”4’ height, my weight, my build, and the fact I have ‘two fully developed and functional seven and a half inches penises’ as it said (this is not common amongst merfolk, it is very rare, although I’m a descendant of sharks, almost no one else in my family is blessed with such perk.) I don’t remember being checked down there, but it was accurate. Then again, I don’t remember being brought to that prison, so there is that... Sidetracking, I guess someone jerked me off while I was unconscious, for that is my size when I’m hard. I kept the paper.

There were a lot of useful equipment in this tiny compartment, along with a weird wraith that wanted to write some story and a sort of ooze that tried to devour me, but there was also a lot of weapons, as we found out after we killed both creatures.

So we rendezvous with Siljith who had rounded up about 30 people, and sent them to the armory. Too bad a lot of them died from the traps in the place. Honestly I didn’t think they were that dangerous...

We release some more prisoners and found an interesting lady in a solitary confinement. Her name is Lelenia. A pretty thing if there ever was one. Man I hadn’t seen a woman in months, less one that beautiful. I mean Siljith is a woman and she’s indeed fair but I guess pir dire situation of escape hadn’t really gave me the chance to appreciate her beauty, also, she sorta gave me the vibes she was far more concerned with oir escape for now... However, this girl, Lelenia... she was the prettiest I’ve ever seen. Practically naked, all chained up in such a complicated contraption... I really wanted to release her. But it seemed a bit out of our current posibilities. The contraption, as Siljith explained, if released weong, would cause the whole tower to collapse. Plus the hearing of the screaming upstair made us hurry back.

“I’ll wait for you guys” she said as we left. “Not like I have a lot of options.”

The fact that she is trapped with several magic blockers, sort of worries me, but eh, on our side, what does it matter how powerful she is.

So, the screaming. The prison reinforcements came and wiped out the remaining prisoners. We took them down so, no problem, that was that. Last mercenary alive offered to help us in exchange of his life.

As it seemed, a ship was coming, pick up some prisoners. We were going to take that ship.

So, we infiltrated the ship as guards, they offered to treat my wounds as we pretended to have survived the prisoners’ attack but I refused to take off my armor. You see, it’s pretty hard to hide the fact you’re a merfolk if they can see yoir face or body.

After we were alone... well something happened... I mean, it had been three months and I was horny as fuck and... well Cuylen sort of offered me a hand... and I sort of took his ass. I fucked him. I fucked him senseless. My head was so feverish in heat that I did not care Xu and Siljith were watching (Siljith actually seemed to be enjoying it and that sort of turned me on even more. She didn’t join, though) and I mean I liked it. I don’t know how I feel about it but it was an ok experience. Anyways, I don’t know if I would do it again... after I finished I felt a tad... well, weird... I had breeded another guy. The feeling passed soon enough, tho, but it’s still hanging around in my head ever since...

After that, we ate at the ship’s dining hall, and at the first opportunity, we stole the ship, took some noble girl as a hostage and made the capitain ride us home.

Now the girl. She was a pretty thing. And a pervert. Here we uncovered the prison was a slave trader and she had bought a dragonborn and several other humanoids to sexually please her as sex slaves. The dragonborn didn’t mind his future life style. Heck if I didn’t love coming and going as I please, I would have liked to join him!

Now, things had started bad with the girl, see? She was being a brat and I sort of threatened her when we met, but after we got to the seas, I tried to make up for it, and I guess no girl can resist the Xathanor charm.

It was a long trip but all the heat in the girl’s room made it bearable, hell, enjoyable, even. The dragonborn and even Cuylen joined the ‘party’ and well, I had already fucked the guy so, what’s a couple extra dicks in the mixture. Besides the dragonborn’s body was also interesting... his cock could retract and it seemed like he had a pussy that I actually fucked once... maybe twice... it was a bit weird but pleasant, anyways because it was a guy’s body, he had what looked like a pussy but inside it felt hard because of his cock. I think at one point one of my dicks was inside her and the other inside the dragonborn, while his was also inside the girl. Anyways I’m side tracking and I doubt anyone would enjoy reading these... details. It was a very intense trip, however, and I don’t remember some of it because I was so drunk during those nights!

We released the pigeons so that the captain couldn’t send messages and capture us again. We were undermanned, but made do. Sent a fake message that we were going to Neverwinter but landed close to Waterdeep.

The girl was some sort of duchess from Waterdeep but insisted on being refered to as a princess. If only I could recall her name...

We got to port in a small town close to Waterdeep and there we rested. I fucked a local wench, I think. I don’t remember clearly, I drank and ate my full before going to sleep.

Upon the passing of the years I’ve learned human beds are rather a small sweet pleasure after spending some time on a ship.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 30 - The Trial

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.9k words

Chapter 30 - The Trial

Weong-Bin stood in front of the mirror in the men’s room. He was in the massive courthouse, his lawyer standing beside him as he watched Weong-Bin check his jumpsuit a few times. There was nothing to look at, it was just a plain beige prison outfit that he had to wear in the courtroom, but he wanted some time to think before going in. The day he was waiting for had finally begun, and he was looking forward to seeing how the trial would play out with everything that had happened. As he smoothed out his shirt, he thought back to the morning of the fires.

“Did you hear?” He overheard one guy whisper. When Weong-Bin looked over, he saw a plump guy, a murderer who was imprisoned for life, chatting with a few friends. “Apparently an apartment and a kid’s dance studio were set on fire by someone.”

“That’s fucking wild, man. Do they know who did it?”

“No clue. Apparently, the house that the fire was started in had two kids in it and their mom. And her boyfriend.”

“Aw shit, kids? Man.” He heard another guy let out a deep sigh. “I got kids. Their father must be panicked.”

“No idea. I got a peek at the last newspaper before they were all taken. I’m gonna see if someone will let me borrow theirs when they’re done.” The fat man said.

“Doubt it, but it worth a shot. Keep us updated, will ya?”

As Weong-Bin scoffed to himself, he gave one last look in the mirror.

“Ready?” His lawyer asked, motioning to the cops who were waiting beside him to escort him into the room. Weong-Bin looked over, a smirk forming on his face as he nodded.

“Yeah. Sorry, I took so long, I’m a bit nervous.” His lawyer patted him on the back as the two of them exited the room, the cops following behind as they made their way to their waiting spot. The courtroom was bustling with curious individuals, and Weong-Bin recognized a few familiar faces. He saw Seokjin and Jungkook, wearing nice suits as he stood by one of the doors, conversing with two other boys. He recognized Min Yoongi instantly, who he thought looked the same as he did when they first met in high school. There was another man in glasses as well, but he honestly couldn’t recognize him. They seemed pretty relaxed; despite the situation, they were about to witness. As he continued to look around, his eyes fell on his ex-mother in law and father in law, as well as Taehyung. The three of them were sitting on a bench, your mother in the arms of her husband. It looked as if she had been crying. Park Jimin stood beside Taehyung, talking with the prosecutor of the case, as he was expected to testify. It seemed most of the people he recognized were expected to testify, but what did they know? They had a suspicion at most, he wasn’t worried. As he continued to look around, more people began filing into the hallway, some even heading into the courtroom to find the best seats.

“Let’s get inside.” His lawyer said simply. Weong-Bin nodded, getting ready to follow him when his attention was alerted to the sound of a nearby door opening. Glancing over, he watched as you walked out. You were wearing a navy-blue dress, where the skirt fell to your knees and the sleeves stopped right at your elbows. It was a dress that showed skin, but not a lot. One that showed off how pretty you were, yet still left something to the imagination of others. Weong-Bin snickered, causing his lawyer to turn around and see what his client was now staring at. When he did, he saw you had stopped in front of them, staring straight ahead. He blinked, staring straight back at you as his mind began to wander once again.

The same morning that he had heard the inmates gossiping about the fires, was the same morning he woke up early, wanting to make sure he was one of the people who snagged a newspaper. They only supplied a few, so it could be difficult to read up on the daily news if you were not a morning person. Weong-Bin sat himself down, flipping open the paper to see the headline.

APARTMENT AND LOCAL DANCE STUDIO SET ABLAZE WITHIN THE SAME HOUR IN SEOUL!

As Weong-Bin continued to read, he was looking for a certain part of the article. Injuries and casualties.

“The fire was starting in the apartment of Miss. Cho, 27, a single mother who lived with her boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, 27, and two children, aged 5 and 3. The blaze was set around midnight, 45 minutes after the dance studio was ablaze less than 2 miles away. All those who were in the apartment building made it out safely, and the Cho family was raced to the hospital for their wounds to be treated...” Weong-Bin felt his fists grip the paper when his eyes scanned that line in particular. He looked up, scanning the room of inmates and guards who were watching. He saw Officer Song standing by one of the doors, hands at his sides. He wasn’t focused on Weong-Bin right now but instead focused on scanning for any troubling behavior.

“…Fuck…” Weong-Bin scoffed, crumpling the newspaper and tossing it aside. Behind him, that same fat inmate had seen it, and got out of his seat, grabbing the paper and bringing it to his friends to show. Weong-Bin let out a shaky breath.

“…Wait…It says here that the victims were….” When the fat man and his friends looked up, they saw Weong-Bin shoot out of his seat.

“I need to make a phone call!” He snapped. “My children and wife are attacked and I find out through a newspaper article!? Give me a phone!”

“We should go…” The lawyer quickly said to the cops, making Weong-Bin return from his flashback. He hadn’t gotten any more information that day, at least not from you, as he still was unable to contact you. The information he was given was passed down from the nurse to a guard, and then finally to him. He tried to act like the concerned husband and father, tearing up and begging to see or even talk to them, however, you all were resting, and he was denied. “Come on, Weong-Bin…”

“Right…” He said. However, before they could escort Weong-Bin away, you quickly walked up to them. The lawyer turned back around.

“Uh, Miss. Cho, you can’t-.”

“Please.” You begged. The lawyer hesitated, but however, he looked at the cops and nodded. They stepped back slightly, watching and waiting to continue their jobs. You finally looked back at Weong-Bin, who looked down at his restraints on his hands.

“…I’d hug you if I could.” He said, smiling. “I’m glad you’re all okay.” He looked around. “Where are the girls?”

“Yuna is watching them. Min Ja won’t be testifying anymore after what happened, she’s too shaken up. We’ve been staying at Taehyung’s house.” You explained simply.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re all safe.” He said simply. You pursed your lips together, and Weong-Bin looked you over. “Nice dress. I always wanted you to wear it when I bought it.” You looked down, smoothing out the sides of it just slightly with one of your hands. “…Looks like it’s gotten a bit tight, though. Around the stomach.” Just as your hand wiped some dirt off of the side, you gripped the fabric around your fingers. “It has been a few years since I bought it, though. Don’t worry, you look lovely.”

“…I forgot it was you who bought it.” You admitted, looking up at him. “I’m glad it was worn once…before I burn it.” Weong-Bin frowned. You let out a deep breath. “You looked kind of surprised to see me when I walked out of the bathroom just now. Why was that?”

“I figured you’d still be in the hospital. But you’ve always been so…tough, I guess?” Deciding to end it there, he turned on his heels, he looked at the cops. “We should get going.” He said, before following them off. As he passed Taehyung, he glanced over and saw that he had a dark glare in his face. “…Fix that look, little bro. You look like a murderer~.” He said, before finally walking out of sight. Taehyung scoffed.

“That prick.” He huffed.

“Don’t start.” Jimin said gently, crossing his arms as the prosecutor approached you. You were gripping the strap of your pocketbook, trying to keep your breath steady.

“You’ll be just fine.” She assured. “Ready?” You nodded, smiling a bit, before following her inside. Looking over your shoulder, you saw everyone else was following you inside, and a few familiar smiling faces helped boost your confidence up as everyone took their seats, and the judge entered the room.

The the trial was long. The prosecutor and the defense lawyer were taking their arguments and the evidence, trying to use whatever they could to make sure that the judge saw their point of view, that Weong-Bin was a violent abuser, or that he was a man with a temper who needed counseling, not jail time. As you listened, Taehyung sat at your side, his hand gripping yours tightly, hoping that he could silently help keep you calm when he knew you needed it the most. You couldn’t help yourself from staring at Weong-Bin from time to time, eyes diverting to him to see if he would have any type of reaction to mentions of physical evidence such as photos of bruises, documentation of police visits to the house over the years, and of course, the testimony of those who knew Weong-Bin and yourself. Every person that testified against Weong-Bin, his lawyer had something to say to them. Jimin was first.

“I saw him have my co-worker, Jung Hoseok, pinned against the wall of my dance studio. He was yelling his face and threatening for him to end the relationship with his ex-wife.”

“Then where’s the video footage of this alleged altercation?” The lawyer asked. “You must have had video footage of this if you’re making a claim so bold. Threatening is serious.” Jimin frowned, eyes falling into his lap.

“I did keep the footage for something like this. But my dance studio and all the footage burned down a few nights ago.” The lawyer let out what he tried to pass off as a sympathetic sigh.

“I’m sorry that happened, Mr. Park. However, without evidence, is there any other way you can prove this event occurred? How do we know you’re not making something up to protect your friends?”

“…Because I’m not?” Jimin raised an eyebrow. The lawyer nodded.

“That’s not good enough, Mr. Park.” His lawyer said as he returned to his seat, and Jimin was excused.

Jungkook was up next. The kid sat straight up on the witness stand, hands clasped together as he tried to look at professional and stoic as he could.

“I would always see that he kept calling her phone at work. When she wouldn’t answer, there were a few times he would show up outside the building.” He explained. “I would try to stay and make sure she was alright because I had a funny feeling about him, but she never let me.”

“A funny feeling?” The lawyer asked. “Well if she sent you away, she must not have needed you. She must have…felt safe.”

“I guess…” he said, tilting his head. “But still-.”

“So, is it possible you were blowing these feelings out of proportion because you…felt some type of way of Miss. Cho yourself?” Jungkook’s ears turned a bright red, and the lawyer chuckled.

“I guess so. But I know what I saw and she always looked uncomfortable when he would bother her all the time.” The lawyer nodded.

“Maybe in your rose-tinted glasses, she did. But you can’t even know how she really feels unless she tells you herself. Evidence A and B, of the records of the calls and him outside the work building during her shifts, only show he was trying to contact her about something, and she kept hanging up. There’s really no conversation for us to determine why he was calling her in the first place.”

“But-.”

“That’s all. Thank you, Mr. Jeon.” You watched Jungkook get up off the stand, guilt written all over his face. When he sat down behind you, you quickly turned and lifted your hand out, patting his shoulder as Jin rubbed his back supportively.

“Sorry, Noona…” he said. “He twisted my words.”

“You did fine.” You whispered softly. “Okay?”

When Taehyung and your parents testified about the bruises and the decrease in your behavior since entering the relationship, the lawyer was sure to mention that they never once called these suspicions into the authorities, probably due to lack of evidence. This lawyer was good at twisting the words of others to suit the needs of his client. It was his job, but that didn’t make him just as slimy as the people he worked for. Watching your friends take the stand in your defense only to be pissed off and intimidated by this man, it made you feel as if you were drowning in guilt.

“I don’t like how you’re twisting my words.” Taehyung said simply. “I said I never called the authorities because my sister always told me there was nothing wrong.”

“…So, you just confessed that she even identified as nothing ever being wrong?” The lawyer asked.

“She was lying.” Taehyung hissed. The lawyer smirked.

“I see… Thank you, Mr. Kim.” He said, walking back to his seat. Taehyung grimaced as he was excused, returning to his seat.

“I’m sorry…” he said softly, looking at you. You quickly shook your head, lifting a hand up to pat his curly black head of hair. He sighed, crossing his arms. Finally, the prosecutor stood up.

“Our the last witness is Miss. Cho herself.” She said. You felt all hands of friends around you pat your back supportively as you stood up, smoothing out your skirt as you slowly made your way towards the witness stand to sit down. The view from this angle of the courtroom was much different. You saw everyone’s faces, staring directly at you as they waited to hear what you were going to say. Jin and Jungkook did as they promised, offering kind smiles from their seats for you to turn to if nerves got the best of you. Taehyung was gripping your mother’s hand tightly, and she was clinging to her husband. Weong-Bin, he stood with a completely still face, but as he had most of the trial. He didn’t even look at you, he just stared straight ahead.

When the prosecutor approached you, she asked you all the same questions that she had during your times practicing. You answered with the truth. Weong-Bin’s abuse was gradual at first, at first mean words and comments that you would simply brush off, yet they would linger in your mind until you change yourself the way Weong-Bin wanted. Once you were in his clutches with a baby, the physical assaults would happen when you did something he didn’t like. Cooked the wrong dinner? He would hit you across the face. Come home late? He would hit you. If Min Ja wasn’t wearing a cut enough outfit to a party or get together, he would hit you. When you wanted a job!? That was the first time he hit you more than once in a row. When you got that job, and kept it even though the second pregnancy? The first time he kicked you. After that, the abuse got worse and worse, on top of all the evidence of his infidelity leading up to the divorce. And of course, even after the divorce, his hands were sure to remain on you. You never told anyone, because you thought it was always a one-shot thing. You thought it was something you had deserved because he molded you to think that way. Plus, none of these left scars, so maybe it really wasn’t what people claimed they were seeing. For the longest time, it wasn’t abused for you.

It was normal behavior.

You felt your heartbeat slow just a bit as the prosecutor thanked you and took her seat. That was only for a moment though, because it picked right back up again when you heard a chair push back, and footsteps approach you. Looking up, you saw Weong-Bin’s lawyer with his arms at his sides.

“Before you said that you were going through a tough time when Weong-Bin and you first entered a relationship. Is that true?”

“Yeah. When we first got back together, he helped make me feel better.” You said. The lawyer nodded, rubbing his chin. You took a shaky breath.

“…Are you a liar, Miss. Cho?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow.

“A…a liar?” You asked curiously.

“Before, your step-brother said that you lied to him about the abuse you claim you were facing at the hands of my client.”

“I was scared. He was financially supporting us and I had two kids. I regret lying, but I did at the time.”

“Is there anything else you have lied about regarding your family or my client?” He asked curiously. You blinked.

“…No?” you asked curiously.

“Really?” he asked. You watched him walk back over to his table and pull out a piece of paper. “Your Honor, I’d like to submit evidence 14A to the court.” You watched him pull out a small packet of papers. “Detailing the miscarriage Miss. Cho experienced approximately 7 years ago, right before reentering a relationship with my client.” Your eyes widened, and it felt as if your heartbeat now completely stopped. Whispers were heard in the courtroom, and your eyes immediately lifted to see the reaction of your family. They were stunned and turned to each other. You couldn’t hear them, but it seemed they were asking one another if they had previously known, but of course, all three of them shook their heads. Your vision of them blurred just slightly because tears were welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t even look at Jin or Jungkook, worried they would no longer have expressions of support on their faces for you. The prosecutor looked stunned as well, sitting back in her seat as she tried to process this new information. The lawyer looked at you, seeing the now distraught state you were in. “Miss. Cho never disclosed about her alleged abuse, much like she didn’t even disclose about her miscarriage to her family. The father, Jung Hoseok, her current boyfriend, didn’t even know about it. Miss. Cho is a liar. She was a liar then, in fear of being shunned as an unwed mother, and she is lying now in hopes of defaming my client, who, at the time of her miscarriage, was the only one who knew and still treated her with only kindness. Isn’t that true, Miss. Cho?”

“Stop.” You begged, covering your mouth.

“Answer the question, Miss. Cho.” He snapped. “My client is at risk of imprisonment for your overexaggerated lies. If you couldn’t even convey a miscarriage to your family, what would stop you from creating abuse allegations towards your ex-husband? My evidence showed he paid his child support on time, took excellent care of his girls when they were in his care, and attended every needed school meeting, dance recital, anything, still in their lives. My client simply wants to clear up any misinformation spread about him by his ex-wife, and wants to understand what he did to deserve it.” He looked back at you. “Well, Miss. Cho?”

“He said it was my fault that baby died, you called that kind!?” You snapped, your face beat red and soaking wet. “Yes, he was nice to me at first. Once I started dating him again, he began saying ‘It’s your fault it died,’ ‘You should’ve listened to me and aborted it,’ and other horrible stuff. I never told anyone because he manipulated me into silence. You had no right to bring that up here!”

“Of course, I did.” He said. “I did my work, got all the warrants, and all the testimony from the doctors who dealt with the miscarriage. It proves my point, that you’re a liar and a manipulator that only wants to defame my client. What’s your reasoning?”

“He’s a bastard!” You sobbed. “I can’t tell you the hell I went through married to him and even after I filed for divorce and got my kids out of that stupid house. I can’t tell you how awful my life was, has been, and always will be because of what he did to me. My boyfriend is in the hospital now, and I bet you Weong-Bin is thrilled about it!” The lawyer walked up to the little witness stand you were on, and slammed his hand against the table, making you jump as you tried to wipe your eyes.

“I have already acknowledged my client is not a fan of your boyfriend so maybe you’re right. But even if that were true, that would still make my client more honest then you are.” He said simply.

“That’s enough!” The prosecutor shouted. “This is harassment, Your Honor!” With that done, the lawyer stepped back.

“I’m done. Thank you, Miss. Cho.” He said simply, before walking back to his table. The room was silent after that, other than you trying to muffle your sobs behind your hands. Finally, the prosecutor sighed.

“May we have a brief recess?” she asked. The judge nodded.

“Yes. I want both of you in my chambers. Now. We will reconvene after 10 minutes while I review this new evidence.” With the slam of his gavel, you shot up from your seat. Taking hold of your purse, you made a beeline out of the courtroom.

“Noona!” Taehyung shouted, jumping up out of his seat. “Wait!” He was quick to follow after you, your parents not to far behind. Jungkook, Jin, and Jimin all shared absolutely stunned looked, while Yoongi and Namjoon were already up and out of the room, both of them frantically using their phones to contact Hoseok at the hospital.

“HEY!” Taehyung shouted, trying to maneuver through people in hopes of getting to you. He saw you at the elevator, frantically pushing the button as if that would make it come quicker. “Noona! Hey!” Just as the doors opened, he grabbed hold of you. You were quick to shake him off.

“Please, leave me alone. I want to go home.” You begged, stepping into the elevator and slamming your finger on the button to the first floor. When Taehyung tried to follow, you immediately pushed him out. “Don’t! God, please!”

“Noona-.”

“I didn’t want you to find out this way, I swear.” You sniffled, wiping your eyes. Taehyung once again tried to follow you in, but the doors closed, separating the two of you as you began to descend to the first floor. Taehyung’s fist slammed at the door.

“Noona! Noona, wait!” He groaned in annoyance, turning to see his parent’s approach. “Damn it. I’ll catch her.” With that, he raced towards the stairs, using all of his strength and stamina to meet you at the bottom.

When the bell dinged for your stop, you flew off the elevator and hurried out of the courtroom. You heard Taehyung shouting for you as soon as you exited the front doors, but you didn’t care. Looking around, you made your way down the steps of the courthouse, trying to see if there was a taxi or something nearby. Luckily, one was at the end of the street, and you hurried over to it. Taehyung was your transportation here, so other than him, you had no way of getting home without asking someone who would bring up today’s events. You didn’t want that. You couldn’t handle it.

When you reached the taxi, frantic hands slammed on the window until the man driving rolled it down. He noticed your distressed demeanor, and his eyes widened.

“Miss, what’s-?” Before he got to finish, you opened the back door and jumped in. When he turned to face you, you simply wiped your eyes and gave him the address through shaky tears. “Okay, okay.” He said, turning on the cab. As he pulled onto the street, he saw Taehyung race onto the street, looking around frantically. “Woah. Isn’t that Kim Taehyung, the model?” he asked, mostly to himself. You sniffled. “Wonder who he’s looking for.”

“It’s me. Please drive.” You begged again, whimpering as you covered your face. The man hummed, finally driving off. He saw Taehyung look in their direction, but just miss them as the cab driver drove off into the traffic of Seoul’s streets.

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“How are we doing on the prints of that lighter fluid found on the scene?” Myung-Dae asked, looking at his squad who was in charge of the case. The group looked up, sifting through papers and pictures of the scene from camera footage as well as suspects they had so far. “And what’s going on with those phone records?”

“I called the prison. Apparently, Weong-Bin made a lot of phone calls so they’re making sure that they get everything complied accurately.” Chun-Hei explained.

“Well, tell them to hurry up or something. We need to know now.” Myung-Dae huffed. Chun-Hei nodded as she hurried to her desk, picking up the phone. “I wonder how it’s going at the courthouse.”

“Apparently, Weong-Bin’s defense attorney exposed a hidden miscarriage Miss. Cho had been concealing for years.” One of the other detectives said. Myung-Dae’s eyes widened. “She ran out of the courtroom in a panic.” She motioned to the activity going on over social media over it, from some others who were in the audience. Myung-Dae walked over to her, taking her phone to get a better look. “Since her brother’s a popular model, apparently a few fans gathered around the courtroom. He rushed out after her.”

“…I need to call her.” He said, handing the phone back to his detective as he hurried to grab his own cell phone. “If anything comes up with evidence, let me know.” His team called out in understanding as they got back to work. Myung-Dae hurried out of the precinct. “Unbelievable. She didn’t need this to happen.” He muttered to himself as he waited for her to answer.

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While Myung-Dae was trying to call, you ignored each and every one. When the taxi got to Taehyung’s house, you tossed him a bill that might have been way more than you owed, but you weren’t in the mood to find exact change. You had stopped hysterical crying on the car ride, instead just whimpering and sniffling as you thought back to what had just happened.

You’re a liar, aren’t you? How do we know you’re not lying about the abuse, too?

Just thinking that a person could even try and pass that off as possible, it made you sick. As you got out of the car, you heard his voice.

“Be safe, Miss. I’m not sure what’s wrong, but I hope it works out.” He said. You turned to him, wiping your eyes. Your nod of understanding and thanks made him smile before he drove off down the road. You sniffled, looking down at your phone to see Myung-Dae’s name. Turning it off, you hurried into the house.

“Mommy’s home!” Min Ja shouted, grinning. You saw Yuna look up from the TV, where Frozen was playing. As your daughter approached you, she stopped. “Mommy? Where you crying?” She asked. You sniffled, putting a hand on her head gently.

“Yuna…can you just stay a while longer?” you asked softly. Yuna blinked.

“Of course…” she said. “Is everything okay?” she asked, her gaze following you as you hurried into your bedroom.

“What’s wrong with Mommy, Yuna?” Min Ja asked curiously. Yuna smiled.

“It’s been a long day, I’m sure.” She said. “Let’s just let her rest and watch the movie, okay?” As she un-paused the movie, she looked to the bedroom, seeing the door close and hearing it lock.

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“Ugh. She isn’t answering.” Myung-Dae huffed, deciding to give up after 6 missed calls. “She must be absolutely embarrassed and destroyed.” As he finally decided to head back inside, he saw his staff scrambling around the table. “What’s going on?”

“Boss! We just got all of the evidence in. Come look at this!” As Myung-Dae hurried over, he saw the small SD Card that held all of Weong-Bin’s phone conversations, a list of those phone conversation lengths as well as the numbers that they went with. Well, only one number, each time. The prints were also there, providing a name and face, as well as basic information on whoever was holding the lighter, which they found at the apartment and at the dance studio.

“…See if this phone number belongs to the owner of the prints. Now.” Myung-Dae said, as his group scrambled away to their computers. Myung-Dae sat down, picking up the paper on the individual, a smirk on his face. “We got you, you little prick.” He hissed, tossing the paper back onto the table.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 23 - All Those Years Ago

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 5.3k words

Disclaimer/Trigger Warning: There are mentions of death, depression, and high levels of intense stress.

Chapter 23 - All Those Years Ago

“Alright, I think that’s everything.” Myung-Dae said, closing his little notepad and sticking it into his jacket pocket. You had just finished telling the police everything, and they had collected all of your test results, including external and internal body injuries. It seemed that they had enough to at least bring Weong-Bin in for questioning. “When you’re feeling up to it, in the next few days, we need you to bring your girls down to our station so we can talk to them, too. Especially Min Ja, after what you’ve been sharing with us.” Your heart was heavy at the thought of putting the girls through this, but you knew you had no choice.

“Okay…” you said softly. It was still pretty early, and you were still barely waking up. “…What’ll happen to him?”

“Well, since you’re pressing charges, we’ll talk to him, and see what his side of the the story is, but he will be facing charges for what he’s done to you.”

“Thank God.” Taehyung said, and you as well as the cops glanced over. His hands were full of what seemed to be flowers. “It’s about time.”

“Tae…” you sighed, watching your brother walk over. He set the flowers on your bedside, and he turned to the cops.

“You promise he’ll be going to jail?” Tae asked.

“Based on what we have? Most likely, but it depends on things like his lawyer and the outcome of his trial…” You let out a shaky breath just thinking about the trial.

“But don’t worry,” The female cop, Chun-Hei, said happily. “We’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“Okay…” you said softly. “Thank you.” Myung-Dae handed you a small card. As you took it, you saw it was his business card.

“Call if you need anything, okay?” He smiled happily. You nodded, Taehyung waving them out as they took their leave. Once they were gone, your brother turned to you.

“Anyway, enough about that jackass.” He teased. “Here.” He pointed to the multiple flowers and little gifts. “Your coworkers sent the gift, and Mom and Dad sent the flowers.” You took the flowers into your hands as Taehyung continued. “Oh, and they wanted me to share a message.” He coughed into his hands. “They said, and I quote “We’ll be there in the next few days, whether you like it or not.’” A chuckle escaped your lips as you set the flowers down.

“Thanks for bringing these to me, Tae.” You said happily. As your eyes wandered up to the clock, you sighed. “You should be heading to work, though. If you don’t leave now, you’ll be late.”

“But I don’t mind, I-.”

“Tae, go to work. They said I’ll be released sometime today, anyway.” You poked his chest. “Just go to work, don’t spend the day in a gloomy hospital.” Taehyung didn’t look convinced, a small pout on his face. “See? That’s a good face to take a photo of! Go, now! Before it’s too late.” Both of you giggled a bit, and Taehyung sighed.

“I’ll come see you in the next few days then, when Mom and Dad get into town.” He said.

“Alright, deal.” You said. “When Mom and Dad come in, we can all get dinner. My treat.” Taehyung nodded, and you stood up to give him a tight hug. He held you tightly and sighed.

“Let me know if you need anything at all, okay? And I’ll be back in a heartbeat.”

“I know you will.” You said, patting him on the shoulder. “Have fun at work~.” He nodded, smiling a bit as he grabbed his belongings and reluctantly, but finally, left the hospital room. You sighed, sitting down on the hospital bed and turning on the TV. It kept you occupied for a little while, but in the back of your mind, you began wondering what Weong-Bin was doing. Not necessarily that you cared, but you wanted to know exactly what he was doing, and what his face would look like leading up to the moment those cops busted into his life and dragged him off to jail. The idea made you feel a bit relieved, but also incredibly terrified. Just thinking of the anger surging through him made you want to take the girls and flee the country. But you couldn’t, you knew that. So, for now, all you could do was watch TV and wait for your release papers.

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Hoseok didn’t sleep much that night. With everything swirling in his head last night, he was honestly amazed he managed to close his eyes, much less get a few hours of sleep at all. He managed to get the girls up and ready, and to their necessary schools, before having to stop for a coffee. Luckily, Jimin allowed him to take the day off, so that he could stay home with you and help you feel better, so he was planning to go straight to the hospital and stay with you until you got released. After grabbing himself a coffee, and one for you as well that Min Sun put in a travel mug for you, he made his way to the hospital. It was a long, silent trip to the hospital. He clutched both coffees in his hands, and his mind kept wandering to the sonogram that was tucked away safely in his little waist pouch. He didn’t know where this conversation would lead when he got to you, but he needed answers, and he’d rather have them sooner rather than later.

Once he arrived, he finished up his coffee and hid the other in his jacket pocket. He had to sign in, and be guided down the hall to your room, his heartbeat racing even faster with every step closer he got to the room. He wasn’t particularly nervous, but he couldn’t help but feel his heartbeat go faster.

“Miss. Cho?” The nurse hummed, walking into the room. You glanced up, turning off the TV. “You have a visitor.” Hoseok thanked the nurse and turned to you, seeing a smile on your face. When he finally laid eyes on you, he already felt a warmth spread through his body. He was so happy to see you, regardless of the conversation that was now hanging over the room like a heavy rain cloud.

“Hey~.” You said happily. “Here to keep me company until I get released?” You asked. Hoseok walked over and sat on the edge of your bed.

“If you’ll let me.” He said, smiling. The nurse excused herself, closing the door behind her. Hoseok looked at the door and made sure the nurse was gone. “Here.” He said, pulling the travel mug out of his pocket and handing it to you. “I got you some coffee.” A smile graced your lips as you took the coffee into your hands. “It’s a bit cold but it’s still good…”

“Thank you.” You said happily, leaning in to kiss him quickly. He was happy to return it, smiling. “Were the girls a handful?”

“Nah, of course not.” He said. “They were wonderful.” As he watched you drink the coffee, he smiled. “Min Ja said she wants me to move in…” he said. You glanced up.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah. She said that she was sorry for what her Dad was telling her, and she wants me to move in…” He put his hand in his little pouch, feeling the picture graze his fingertips. “She tried to ask me what happened to you, but I didn’t know what to tell her.”

“I know, that’s okay. It’s something me and her have to talk about.” You set the coffee cup on the table beside you, and you groaned. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can already hear my mother say ‘I told you so’, ‘I knew one day he would hit you’, ‘I knew you should’ve pressed charges back then’….” Your eyes cast down to your lap, and your hands gripped the sheets. “I don’t want to hear it; I know they’re right…” Hoseok took your hands, gripping them tightly.

“I’ll be there for you, don’t worry~.” He said. You smiled softly at him. He glanced down at your hands and held them tighter. He really didn’t know how to bring the picture up to you, not wanting to make you upset, but also want to know. You noticed that he suddenly seemed a bit melancholy, his eyes cast down to his pouch.

“…Is everything okay?” you asked curiously. Hoseok glanced up at you. “Did something happen?” Hoseok sighed. Now was as good a time as any.

“Well…” he said, pulling his hands back from you. “Something fell out of your purse when you left yesterday. Min Ja found it…”

“Oh? I didn’t even notice, I haven’t touched my purse since I got here…” you said, turning to the bag that was sitting on the side of your bed. “What was it?” Hoseok reached into his pouch and pulled out the picture of the sonogram. He handed it to you, and you took it. Just as you saw it, and took it into your hands, they began to shake. Hoseok let out a soft breath.

“…When on earth were you going to tell me?” he asked softly. You glanced up at him. He didn’t look angry, but he looked confused and hurt. That was almost worse. You didn’t know what to do, and you looked down at the picture once again. When you didn’t answer, he called your name. “We’ve been together for almost a year, and you still haven’t said anything to me about it…” When you continued to say silent, he pursed his lips. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes….” you said softly. Hoseok ran a hand through his hair, standing up.

“Why didn’t you tell me? This sonogram is dated 2 months after I left…I’m not stupid, I know two-month-old babies aren’t this big. How far along with where you here?” You looked at the picture again.

“About 11 weeks…”

“…11 weeks?” he gasped. “So were five months along already.”

“I didn’t know.” You said quickly. “I swear to God, I didn’t know until a week after you left! I had just found out when Weong-Bin asked me out. He and I went on a few dates, and I was too scared to tell him because I thought he would stop seeing me. I was in such a bad place I couldn’t bear to be single again. I tried to contact you as much as I could. Yoongi told me that you were busy.” Hoseok blinked. “Every time I called, he said you were busy. I knew what he meant, that you didn’t want to hear from me anymore.” Hoseok thought back to those days of crying on Yoongi’s couch, Rocky Road ice cream in hands as he ate the contents empty.

I can’t believe she keeps trying to call you after she dumped you! Yoongi shouted angrily, crossing his arms as he slammed the phone down.

Aaaah, don’t be mad at her, Hyung. I’m not.

Yeah, but you’re hysterical crying on my couch and eating all my ice cream because of her, so it counts.

Maybe it’s important, I should call her back.

She’s probably just trying to call and get you back. But you should just move on. It’s like she said, both of you have different lives now. Besides, she broke you with you, you shouldn’t go running back to her so easily.

But-.

Hoseok, trust me. I don’t want to see you hurt any more than you already are.

Hoseok remembered after that, your phone calls stopped coming in. Since Yoongi never bothered to ask you why you were calling, neither of them knew the truth. He felt like kicking himself for not just calling you back, even if it was to just hear your voice again. When he had even told Yoongi the two of you reunited after he watched you rushing out of the coffee shop, Yoongi had forgiven, but he sure as hell hadn’t forgotten.

You had better be careful. He remembered his Hyung telling him. It’s been a few years, and I know now she wasn’t happy about the break-up either, but she still left you just because you were transferring schools. Don’t be upset if she isn’t interested anymore.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He finally said in a breathy sigh. “I was heartbroken, Yoongi told me it was best not to contact you for a while. By the time I thought I was ready, I found out you were seeing Weong-Bin and I didn’t want to interfere.”

“It’s not your fault.” You assured. After a moment, you sighed. “…Weong-Bin found out about a week later when I started throwing up…He and I hadn’t been together yet…like that…” you said. “So, it obviously didn’t take him to long to realize….”

“And?” he asked.

“I told him that I was trying to contact you, that I wanted you to at least know, even though I was already in a new relationship…” You looked down, biting your lip as you thought back to those times, the feelings of heartbreak, confusion, happiness, and even a bit of nausea mixing itself into a wonderfully messed up concoction inside of your body. Hoseok saw your eyes cast down, and he took your hands in his once again.

“What happened?”

“He…freaked out on me. He didn’t yell or anything, but I knew he was mad.” You said softly. “He kept saying ‘He’s the one who transferred schools and practically forced you to break-up, but you’ll run right back to him over this?’ Something like that…” you squeezed his hands. “I kept telling him that I just wanted you to know, that you had the right to know. But when I did, he said I was letting you control me. It sounds so stupid now, but I was so confused just about everything. I was regretting breaking up with you, and I think he knew that. He probably was scared I would go back to you once you know.” Hoseok didn’t really like where this was going. You chewed your lip, looking up at him. “He told me I was too young to have a baby anyway, I was only 20. He said that you would probably think the same thing, so I should just go ahead and... get rid of it.”

“Christ…” he sighed.

“…So, I didn’t listen to him. I told him I had no intention of getting rid of it.” Hoseok looked up at you. “But at the same time, he was right…We were young. You had just gotten into the school of your dreams and I knew you’d go on to do amazing things. I didn’t want you to throw it all away for me and a baby…”

“But that-.”

“I know, I know. You’re not the type of person who would act selfishly…not like me…” You let out a shaky breath. “I told him I wouldn’t get rid of it. He yelled at me, threatened me and said if I didn’t get rid of the baby we couldn’t be together anymore. I thought about it, and I broke up with him.” Thinking back, you chuckled just a bit. “He was so upset, but he said that it was my choice. I respected that…” Hoseok could tell there was more to the story. “So, I planned to continue with school and have the baby and just live my life.”

“…So, what happened?” he asked. You felt your eyes water and you sniffled.

“This is the last sonogram I got of the baby…” you said softly. “Because it died two weeks later…” Hoseok felt as if this was all a dream. Those words entered his brain and he prayed he would wake up at your apartment, you sleeping next to him peacefully and none of this ever happening. “They said…it died because of overwhelming stress. It was too small and not developed enough to survive such intense amounts of stress.” Looking down at your lap, you tried to remember the tiny little bump you just barely had back then. “It makes sense. I had just gotten out of two relationships, was struggling through school, didn’t know how to tell my family. People around campus knew they were whispering about me every time I would walk past. Nayeon tried to make me feel better, but it didn’t help. I wasn’t sleeping, I could barely eat…” You felt your eyes water. “It’s all my fault it didn’t survive….”

“Woah…” Hoseok gasped, scooting closer, pulling you into his arms and giving you’re a tight hug. You were quick to wrap your arms around him like a snake, letting out a shaky breath.

“I was in such a rut after that….”

“…What happened afterward?” he asked.

“…Weong-Bin found me after word got around campus. I was so depressed, I felt like I wanted to die. Weong-Bin took care of me. He was really sweet, carrying my books to class, buying me nice things to make me feel better, taking me to nice places on our days off. It was…really nice.” Hoseok sighed, pulling back just a bit and hunching forward, putting his head in his hands. “Hobi…” you said softly. “I’m so sorry…Are you okay?”

“…It’s just a lot to take in…” he said softly. “Never in my life, did I think this would happen…” You could see some tears forming in the corner of his eyes and you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces.

“I won’t blame you if you’re mad at me…” you said, leaning back from him a bit. “I really do deserve it…” Hoseok looked up at you.

“I’m not mad. I don’t intend to ever be mad at you…How could I be mad at you for something that you didn’t control?”

“…It’s my fault. If I wasn’t so selfish this wouldn’t have happened. Like I said, I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep, people were talking about the unwed future mother on campus…It’s my fault.” Hearing your voice crack made Hoseok stand up.

“…Who told you that?” he asked. You looked up at him, tears finally beginning to stream down your cheeks.

“Who do you think?” You said softly, covering your mouth. Hoseok stood there for a moment, eyes wide as he watched you begin to cry into your hands. Now, along with the heartbreak and grief rushing through his veins, there was a surge of anger. “…I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. It’s all my fault this happened, he was right…” You sniffled, choking your words out behind pools of tears. Hoseok didn’t waste any time crawling right back into the bed, latching onto you tightly. You weren’t expecting it, and your body tensed.

“It’s not your fault.” He said quickly. “Not at all. Please, stop…” He said softly. Your head was still buried in your hands as you tried to stop the intensity of tears. He sat beside you, watching you try to cough and gasp for air. He could hear you practically begging for his forgiveness. “Hey, relax. Come on, now…” He rubbed your arms gently. “Please stop crying.” You finally manage to wipe your eyes enough to see him. You could see his eyes were wet too, and you sniffled.

“…You look like you are about to cry, too. Who are you to tell me what to do?” You said softly, running a hand through his hair. “If you want to, you should…” Hoseok chuckled. “It’s actually making me feel better.” Without waiting for a response, you pulled him into another hug and resting his head in your neck. He smiled a bit, nuzzling into your neck. You held him tightly, and both of you sat in absolute silence.

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You were released about an hour later. After signing the paperwork and gathering your belongings, you and Hoseok headed back to the apartment. The cry session that you both had made the both of you feel a lot better about everything, and it felt good to finally have this weight lifted off your shoulders. It also helped, knowing that the police had called you on your way out. They said they were planning to go pick up Weong-Bin and bring the girls to the station as soon as possible to get their statements out of the way as soon as possible. You agreed to bring them by after school, so all you had to do was wait until then. Back at the house, you saw that the flower pot mess had been cleaned up, and the house generally seemed in order.

“Wow, nothing burnt down…” you teased, looking at Hoseok as he set down your belongings. He chuckled, walking up behind you and giving you a tight back hug.

“You have such little faith in me.” He said. “Now come on. I need cuddles.” He began playfully pushing you towards the bedroom. “Last night was one of the worst nights ever. I’m exhausted.” You giggled a bit, following him into the bedroom. Once inside, both of you crawled into bed, and it wasn’t long before Hoseok grabbed you and pulled you into his arms. You latched onto him as well, both of you just glad to finally relax on a nice bed with each other. “How do you feel? Overall…” he asked curiously.

“Better.” You said. “I’m glad we finally got to talk about that…” Hoseok smiled.

“Is that what you meant when we first started dating? When you said there were things you didn’t want to talk about?” You shook your head, and Hoseok sighed playfully. “There’s more?” he teased.

“Isn’t there always?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Are you ready to tell me?” He asked curiously.

“Hm…” you sighed. “I don’t know how serious it was. After Min Ja was born, we were trying to have another kid. We weren’t having a lot of luck, so Weong-Bin started blaming me, of course…” you chuckled. “It was my fault. I was doing something wrong. It was always me. We argued about it a lot. Then, he would always bring up…” you shook your head, stopping there. For a moment, you had to pull away and lie on your back. Hoseok propped himself up on his arm to look at you. “One time we were arguing about it, and I made a joke. I told him that if he wasn’t satisfied, he could finally admit to the affair he was having.” Hoseok chuckled a bit. “I meant it to be playful, even though it was probably a bit too far…” You pursed your lips. “He punched a hole in a wall and told me to never ever say that again…”

“In the wall?” he asked curiously.

“Yep. Mind you, the wall was right by my head… it was the first time I ever thought that he would hit me.” Hoseok frowned a bit. “I started to get the idea he was cheating on me around then, but I didn’t have any evidence yet. It was around then I wanted to get the job at the doctor’s office…and well, you know the rest…” Hoseok nodded. “I just didn’t want to tell you because everyone always said it would escalate, that he would stop being emotionally controlling and using words to hurt me, eventually using his fists. I refused to believe them, and even after he started escalating, punching holes in walls, and throwing things in my direction, I still covered for him. My family doesn’t know any of that ever happened, and I didn’t want you to know either. Until now…” you chuckled. Hoseok reached his hands out, running his thumb against your cheek. You lolled your head over, nuzzling your cheek into his touch. He smiled.

“…You’re going to apologize to me now, aren’t you?” he asked. You looked up at him with wide eyes, and he grinned. “Knew it. You always apologize for sharing this sad stuff, or for not sharing it soon enough.” You rolled over, nuzzling your cheek more into his touch as his thumb ran along your cheek.

“I can’t help myself. You deserve apologies for my stupidity.”

“You’re not stupid.” He assured softly, pulling you back into his arms. His hand went from your cheek to your hair, running his hand through it. “You’ve managed to make it through all of this stuff for all these years and still come out of it raising two really good kids practically alone. How can someone stupid do all of that?” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you nuzzled into his chest.

“I guess that’s true…” you said softly. “…So, when can we start moving your stuff in?”

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By that afternoon, everything was put into place. The cops had your testimony regarding the issue, and with it confirmed that you would bring the girls in after school to talk to the police, they were able to go and pick up Weong-Bin.

“He’s probably just leaving work.” Chun-Hei said as she looked at Myung-Dae from the passenger’s seat of their car. “Do you think we’ll make it in time?”

“If he’s already home we’ll just meet him at his house.” Myung-Dae said simply. The duo pulled up to the building where Weong-Bin worked, seeing people were beginning to leave, briefcases in hand, ready to go and have a drink after a long day crunching numbers and sitting in meetings. As they parked the car, they saw Weong-Bin walking out with a few friends. It was almost time for the girls to be let out of school, so that was most likely where he was headed off to. Myung-Dae and Chun-Hei stepped out of the car and approached the building.

“Cho Weong-Bin!” Myung-Dae shouted, making the man look over. He stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“What can I do for you?” he asked curiously.

“You can come with us down to our station. We’d like to have a word with you.” Weong-Bin blinked.

“…. About what?” He asked curiously.

“…About your ex-wife?” Myung-Dae hummed. “The one who just got released from the ER with a concussion and a body full of bruises.” Weong-Bins eyes widened.

“What happened? Is she alright?” Myung-Dae and Chun-Hei shared a glance at one another, before looking back to the worried man before them.

“She’s been released from the hospital. But we need to talk to you.”

“Can’t it waits? I need to go pick up my daughters from school. It’s my day with them. I can come afterward.” Myung-Dae slammed a hand on Weong-Bin’s shoulder, making him flinch.

“Don’t worry about that…” he motioned to Chun-Hei, who held up a pair of cuffs in front of her. “If you want to do this without much fuss, you’ll come with us.” Now, his eyes widened, but instead of expressing bored and annoyance, he looked genuinely freaked out.

“…Am I…under arrest for this?” He asked.

“Aaaaah, there must be some brain cells still in that head of yours, huh?” Myung-Dae grinned. “Now, I’m done waiting.” He took the cuffs from Chun-Hei, turning Weong-Bin around and slamming them onto his wrists.

“Hey!” Weong-Bin groaned. “That hurts!”

“Man, I wonder if your ex-wife said that when you slammed your fist into her face. Let’s go.” He said grunted, shoving him towards the cop car.

Upon arriving in the police station, Weong-Bin was led inside. He kept his head up, not necessarily bothered by this whole event, just inconvenienced. This would be a simple conversation, he would call you to say that he was running late to get the girls, and he would go on with his life. Whoever made this call about fighting and smacking you around was just trying to start trouble.

Hoseok probably called it in because there was a red mark on her cheek. God, what a goody-two-shoes… Weong-Bin thought to himself. As he started being led towards the bustling office, where cops were shuffling around with papers and files, talking to one another about all of the horrible crimes they were focusing on right now. As he walked in, he heard Myung-Dae call out to someone that they were taking him to one of the open rooms, before being led there. As he walked past, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

In one of the other rooms, a big playroom with toys and little tables, sat another female cop. She was sitting at one of the tables, playing with two little girls as she kept running around the room and grabbing different toys. It didn’t take Weong-Bin even a second to understand what was going on, he could recognize his daughters in an instant.

“What the-? What are my girls doing here?” As his eyes continued to scan the room, he blinked. “Where’s their mother?”

“She and her boyfriend was taken to another room; we still need her boyfriend’s statement.” He said simply. “Once they’re done, we’ll be getting your daughters. Your ex-brother-in-law is coming as well, and we have cops going to talk to all of her friends and family. According to your ex-wife, they all have something they want to say about you. I don’t know how positive it’ll be, handsome~.”

“Hyo Bin is barely three, what the fuck do you plan on asking her?”

“You’d be surprised what little ones pick up on.” Chun-Hei said simply. Weong-Bin now was furious. He was trying to struggle out of Myung-Dae’s grasp, but the man was much stronger than he was. “Now, ready to go?”

Just as they were about to continue walking, they heard a few familiar voices behind them. Turning around, they saw a male detective, most likely the partner of the woman who was with the girls, talking with you and Hoseok.

“Now, when we talk with Hyo Bin, since she’s so young, you can stay in the room with her. You may be able to interpret things we might not be able to since you’re her mother.”

“Okay.” You said softly. As the group of three got closer to the little room, Weong-Bin was pushed back more by Myung-Dae to create a greater distance between him and you. As your eyes fell on him, you stopped walking. Hoseok noticed him too, and it wasn’t long for him to gently take your hand, shuffling you behind him just slightly, hoping that would be enough to protect you. Weong-Bin wasted no time speaking up.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked, trying to take a step forward, though he was stopped by Myung-Dae and Chun-Hei. “Come on, this is all a misunderstanding, you know that…” Weong-Bin looked at you. You were silent, your hand gripping Hoseok’s tight. “Who even called them? I know it wasn’t you. You wouldn’t-.”

“I didn’t call them.” You said softly. Weong-Bin’s shoulders seemed to relax. “…But I did press charges…”

“…What?!” He shouted, and you quickly stepped back a few more steps. “Why the hell would you do that? Everything I do for you and this is what I get?! ARRESTED?!”

“Allllright, let’s go.” Myung-Dae said, he and Chun-Hei quickly taking him into their grips and leading him down the hall. The other male cop led you into the playroom. “Hey, come back here!” He called out your name but was completely ignored as if he had suddenly gone invisible. Despite his attempts to get out of police grasp, Weong-Bin was dragged down the hall. However, he could still see in as he was being dragged away. He saw Min Ja hop up from her table, and Hyo Bin looks up from the cop’s lap, a big crayon in her hands. Min Ja hurried up to Hoseok, holding up one of the toys she had found while exploring the room. Hoseok knelt down, smiling as he took the toy into his hands. Min Ja stood close to him, as Hoseok playfully had the doll pepper kisses on her face.

That was the last thing he could see in the window before he was finally hauled out of sight.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 24 - Finding Normality

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.8k words

Chapter 24: Finding Normality

“Alright, we’re here to discuss the charges for Mr. Cho Weong-Bin.” said a judge, sitting up in his seat as he looked at the people in front of him. Weong-Bin, who was exhausted after a day of interrogation as well as being detained overnight, was standing beside the lawyer he had hired, a tall, skinny, older man with glasses and his hair slicked back. He was dressed in a suit that screamed ‘I’ve been in this business longer than you’ve been alive’. Weong-Bin had connections in his work, people who he befriended who kept trying to preach that he would never hurt his wife, that this was all a misunderstanding. However, despite their encouraging words, he was still stuck in court, waiting to see if he would be detained or not until his trial really began. As he stood there, listening to his charges as they were read out, his eyes wandered around the room, falling on you. You stood in the back of the room; your purse clutched tightly in your hands. He had seen you outside as he was being brought in, sitting with your family, who were keeping the girls entertained. They had no desire to be in there, but you made it absolutely clear that you wanted to see every single moment of this, from beginning to end. “I am understanding he’s brought to trial for assault of his ex-wife?”

“Correct.” Said the prosecutor, the stoic and sturdy woman who was helping you win. She and the police had been working diligently to make sure everything was and will be submitted on time to ensure that Weong-Bin would be unable for release from detention until the end of the trial, but they assured that wouldn’t happen, with the evidence that they had. “We want to make sure that not only is he detained until proven guilty, but that he has no contact at all with his ex-wife, their two young daughters, or any member of her family as well.”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous.” Weong-Bin’s lawyer said with a scoff. “This is all a misunderstanding and we plan to prove that.” The judge let out a deep sigh as he looked down at the records.

“Well the safety of Miss. Cho and his girls are my top priority. So, Mr. Cho will remain in detention throughout the trial unless he can make a 6 million won (500K USD) bail. If he does, he is unable to go within 500 feet of his ex-wife, their children, or any of her family members, nor have any technological contact with them. If he goes against these rules, he will remain in prison until his trial.”

“But-.” Weong-Bin said.

“Enough, be thankful I’m being that polite about it.” The judge said. With a smack of his gavel, the man stood up and excused himself. Weong-Bin turned around to see you still standing there, as the prosecutor approached you. While she was speaking to you, your eyes wandered towards Weong-Bin, who looked annoyed as he said goodbye to his lawyer and was escorted out of the room by one of the police officers. As he walked out, he made sure his eyes remained on you for as long as they could, as if he was attempting to burn his gaze into your soul forever. He knew it was working, as he saw you shrink back and turn towards the door with the prosecutor following close behind.

It had been a few days between being in court and when you had to take the girls to talk to the cops, and really set this entire event into motion. With Weong-Bin being in prison, you were unsure if he would be able to make his bail. He had a good job and his family was pretty well off, so you wouldn’t’ be surprised. Even with the rule of no contact, you were still uneasy at there even being a possibility he could be released. All you could think about was the interview Min Ja had with the female cop and a child psychologist a few days ago. It kept playing back in your mind, over and over.

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“Alright, Min Ja-.” The kindly cop said, smiling as she sat across from the girl. She had already revealed her name was Seo-Yeon to the little girl and introduced the doctor as Mrs. Geum. She looked at them after just seeing you and Hoseok take Hyo Bin out of the room. “We need to have a little talk, okay?”

“…Am I in trouble?” she asked curiously.

“No, of course not.” Mrs. Geum said gently. “We just want to talk to you about your Mom and Dad.” Min Ja set down the doll in her hands. “Can you do that?”

“Do you mean the fighting?” She asked curiously.

“What about the fighting?” Mrs. Geum asked.

“They yell at each other all the time, even when Daddy lived in our house. I don’t really know what they yell about, but it’s really loud…”

“Does it scares you?” Mrs. Geum asked. Min Ja nodded. “I’m sure it does. What do you do when they start to fight?”

“Uhm…well I make sure Hyo Bin can’t hear it because she cries at loud noises. Sometimes I hide under my covers or in my closet…”

“…Have you ever seen your Mommy or Daddy use their hands to hurt each other?” Min Ja looked down at the doll, holding it tightly in her hands. “…Min Ja?”

“A few times…Daddy is the one that hits Mommy…”

��“…And what does Mommy do?”

“She yells and tries to stay away from him, but he keeps trying to hurt her…” Mrs. Geum nodded. “Why does he do that?”

“Well, that’s something only your Dad can tell us…” Mrs. Geum said. “Has he ever hit you, or Hyo Bin?”

“No.” Min Ja’s eyes widened. “He doesn’t hit us.”

“…Does he do anything else that makes you sad?” She asked curiously. Min Ja pursed her lips together. There was a soft moment of silence, but Mrs. Geum and Seo-Yeon waited patiently. Finally, Min Ja began to explain everything to the police as best as she could. She mentioned everything she was told about Hoseok, how he couldn’t stay in the house because her father was trying to come back into their lives, how he got upset when she said Hoseok was nice, and how all of that made her head hurt.

“Even when Daddy said he fixed all his mistakes, he still made Mommy cry…” she said softly.

“I see…” Mrs. Geum smiled happily as she set down her notepad. “Min Ja, you were very helpful today. You’re a very smart little lady.” Min Ja looked up.

“Do you have to talk to my sister too?” She asked. Mrs. Geum nodded. “Well, I make sure she doesn’t hear the bad scary stuff because it makes her sad.”

“Well then you’re a really good big sister, Min Ja.” She smiled. Min Ja’s eyes sparkled a bit, and she nodded happily. “Okay, you’re all done, sweetie, you can go outside to your Mom.” Min Ja got up, politely nodding her head just like her mother taught her as she headed out of the room.

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Upon returning home from the courthouse, your family piled into your little apartment, the once quiet air immediately filling up with bustling commotion.

“Why don’t we help you unpack some more, Hoseok?” Your mother asked, turning happily to him as he set Hyo Bin down on the floor. Not only was this entire trial going on, but Hoseok had officially begun bringing stuff from his own apartment into yours, boxes, and bags of clothes, objects, even some furniture. It left the house looking cluttered, while was only adding to the anxieties piling up on you.

“What? Oh no, you don’t have you, that’s all you’ve been doing since you arrived.” He said quickly, waving his arms.

“But I’m sure this clutter is doing nothing to calm your nerves.” She huffed, walking towards a stack of a few boxes. “It’ll make me happy~.” Hoseok sighed softly, chuckling.

“Let’s at least figure out what we’re doing for dinner first.” Taehyung said. He watched as you made your way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a drink. He could see that you were not focused on the conversations going on inside your apartment whatsoever. He called your name as you closed the fridge door, but didn’t get a response. So, he called it again. And again. And again. Finally, your mother shouted your name out, loud enough to finally make you turn your head.

“Your brother is calling you.” She said.

“O-oh uh... Sorry, did you guys want something to drink? Hobi, Sprite?” you glanced over to Hoseok, who glanced up at you at the call of his name. He, like Taehyung could see that offering your guests drinks was not the first thing on your mind. He walked over to you, reopening the fridge and pulling out a Sprite.

“I’ve got it.” He smiled. “Why don’t you go rest? You’ve had a long day.” You chuckled.

“I’m not going to go nap when I have guests.”

“Well I live here now, too. So technically they’re my guests.” He corrected, reaching back into the fridge. He pulled out a few more drinks, turning around and tossing one in Taehyung’s direction. “Go on, rest up. We’ll do some unpacking then get dinner. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Hobi…”

“Go on, you’re wasting precious time that you could be sleeping, all cute in bed.” He teased, taking your hand. He led you into the bedroom. “Go, go, go. We’ll all be here when you wake up.” He smiled.

“Yeah, go rest, honey! We’ll watch the girls for you.” Your mother said happily.

“…Alright…” you said softly, finally walking into your room and closing the door behind you. Everyone in the living room took this time to share glanced with each other unsure of what they should say now that you were finally out of the room.

“Poor thing.” Your mother sighed softly. “I don’t know what to do to help her.”

“There’s nothing we can do.” Taehyung said simply, watching as Hyo Bin hurried towards him, reaching her arms up in his direction. He quickly scooped her up and held her tightly in his lap. “We just have to help her through until it’s all over.”

“…When did you become so smart?” Your mother sighed softly, putting her head in her hands. Taehyung chuckled. “But you’re right, we can only do so much. Oooh, I knew that piece of garbage was trouble. I can’t believe this.”

“Well standing around isn’t going to change anything. Let’s figure out what to do for dinner.” Your step-father said, rubbing his wife’s back. She nodded, turning back to Hoseok. “Now, time to unpack.” Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh.

“You really don’t have to do that; I assure you I can handle it later.” He tried to stop them, but they were adamant about lending a helping hand in getting some of the boxes opened and some of the stuff organized. Hoseok watched your mother walk to one of his luggage, asking to open it and start a load of laundry. After finally realizing he couldn’t stop them, he let out a deep sigh and finally allowed her to do so, much to her delight. He turned towards the bedroom, trying to picture you curled up under the covers and sleeping comfortably. When he heard nothing coming from the room, it put him slightly at ease. You needed a good nap.

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That evening, you all found a really nice meal at a local Italian restaurant, which was a bit expensive, but Taehyung took the bill with his recent magazine shoot doing really well. He wanted to try and take your mind off everything that was going on, and based on the faces you made as you swallowed up the chicken parmesan, he could tell that it was working. The dinner was a nice change of pace, something that got everyone out and enjoying themselves instead of worrying about the prick who was sitting in detention a few miles away.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” Taehyung said, turning to you as you exited the restaurant. Hobi and your parents were ahead of you with the girls, both of whom were chattering on and on. “Did that nap help?”

“I guess so…” you said softly. You watched as Hoseok lifted Min Ja up in his arms, as she pointed up to the lights that lit up the street all around the restaurant. “I just can’t wait for this to be over.”

“I know.” Taehyung sighed, pulling you into a tight hug. “It’ll be okay, he won’t be able to hurt you anymore. And if he makes bail and tries, I’ll just kill him.” You chuckled a bit.

“Yeah, then you’ll be taking his place behind bars. I don’t want that.” Taehyung chuckled. He watched as Min Ja continued to take all of Hoseok’s attention, motioning to different things that she saw in the bustling Seoul streets.

“I guess I don’t really have to spend so much energy worrying about you anymore.” He said, making you glance up.

“What, you’re finally going to stop worrying yourself into a coma?”

“Well, no.” Taehyung sighed. “But well…” he motioned to Hoseok. “You have Hoseok-Hyung worrying about you now. I did my part, I guess.” You chuckled, feeling the hug Taehyung had you in tighten. “It’ll be weird not having to rush over to you all the time when there’s a problem.” He pouted. “I won’t like it, tell me I can still worry about you, Noona.”

“No.” you scoffed, looking up at him. He whined, his pout remaining on his face. “Take all that worry you have for your Noona and go find another girl to worry about.”

“But-.”

“Nope. You’re not allowed to argue with me. It’s like you said, I have someone else worrying about me now, you’ve done your part.” Taehyung sighed, and you offered him a tight squeeze. “Don’t worry about it.” You said, patting his shoulder.

“Mommy!” You heard Min Ja shout, making you both glanced over. “Mommy, Mr. Hobi said we can get ice cream!”

“Hobi.” You pouted. “What-.”

“I want ice cream.” Hoseok shrugged.

“My treat.” Your step-father said.

“Alright, fine…” you said softly. You pulled back from your hug and headed back over to them, Min Ja grabbing your hand as soon as she was placed back onto the sidewalk. “Come on, Tae.” You said to him. He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets as he followed you.

At the ice cream shop, you knelt down at your children’s level, pointing out some of the different flavors that they saw. Your mother and step-father were at the counter, already placing their orders with the sweet teenager at the counter. Taehyung watched as Hoseok stood beside you, hands in his pockets as he watched you help your kids pick out a flavor that they wanted. He walked up to Hoseok, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Hm?” Hoseok looked over.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked curiously. Hoseok glanced over to you, seeing you meet their gaze. Hoseok glanced back over and smiled.

“Sure.” He said happily. He looked at you really quick. “I’ll be right back; just order my-.” Just as he was about to ask for some Rocky Road, he saw you standing up and putting in that exact order with the worker. “Awww, you already knew.” He said, and you looked at him.

“…This is for me.” You said. Hoseok blinked, eyes falling to the now empty container of rocky road, that the woman pulled out of the display case.

“…Aaaaah, so mean.” He pouted, but only receive a giggle as some form of sympathy. “I’ll be right back. Order me something else, you pick.” You nodded, watching the two of them walk out of the parlor together. As the boys stepped into the cool air, people shuffling past along the sidewalk, having their own side conversations, giggling and chatting as they walked past the duo in every direction. “Man, I can’t believe that she did that right in front of me….” He mumbled sadly. When he didn’t hear a response from Taehyung, he glanced up and saw the boy was looking directly at him. “Is everything alright, Taehyung?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.” He said, putting his hands behind his head. He looked at the scenery around him, humming. “I just…you need to promise me something.”

“…Okay.” Hoseok chuckled.

“I maybe a year younger than my sister, but I’ve looked out for her since our parents got married. I didn’t want my father to remarry someone after my mom passed away. I was a little brat for the longest time, even afterward. But she still went out of her way to treat me well and make sure that our family was happy together.” He said. “She’s stubborn, and that makes her kind of stupid sometimes. So, I’ve always tried to look out for her, even when she dated you in college. I just didn’t want to ever see her hurt, because she made sure I never was.” He chuckled. “When all of this happened with Weong-Bin trying to get back into their lives, I couldn’t help but be infuriated, but I knew it wasn’t helping her.” Hoseok nodded.

“I’m sure she knows you mean well.” He said simply.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed. “But it’s been over a decade that I’ve been the guy looking out for her.” Feeling a bit anxious, he ran a hand through his hair. “I know that, well, that’s not my role anymore.” He looked at him. “When Weong-Bin and her started dating, I made it clear I wasn’t going to let just anybody take my sister.”

“I know, you said the same thing to me.” Hoseok chuckled.

“Yeah.” Taehyung nodded. “The day before they got married, Weong-Bin asked me again if I was ready to let her go, and let him protect her.” Taehyung’s eyes darted to the side a bit as he pursed his lips. That day continued to play in his head all of the time.

“Come on, Little Bro-.” Weong-Bin hummed, resting against the wall of the living room. You were inside making the three of you some tea, and Taehyung had stopped by to bring you some of the final boxes from the house to complete your move into Weong-Bin’s house. He had kind of wished he had waited.

“Don’t call me that.” Taehyung sneered. Weong-Bin rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. Taehyung.” He walked over to him. “I know how much you care about your sister. We’re on the same page, I care about her too. But she’s going to be my wife tomorrow.” Taehyung could remember the smirk that formed on Weong-Bin’s face at that moment. “Don’t you think it’s time that you stop playing the protective little brother and let someone else take care of her for a change?”

“What?” Taehyung asked, standing up.

“I’m just saying, you’ve been taking care of her for the past few years, and that’s great. But, as her husband, it’ll be my job to protect her. There’s no longer any room for you in that role.” He stepped closer to Taehyung, who crossed his arms. “So, what do you say? Do you finally feel ready to let your Noona go to someone more…hm…capable?” Taehyung tried hard to restrain himself from knocking Weong-Bin’s lights out at that moment. He was still making a name for himself at that moment, and Weong-Bin knew that stopped him from doing anything drastic in fear of penalty. But that was just physical violence.

“What happened?” Hoseok finally asked, drawing Taehyung back from the memory.

“Hm? Oh, well I told Weong-Bin to go fuck himself and he punched me in the face.” Taehyung said simply, placing his hand on his cheek as if the punch had just been inflicted. “Hurt like a son of a bitch, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make it very clear I had no intention of letting him of all people protect her. I knew he would do a crummy job of it, and I was right.” Hoseok nodded. “I keep thinking about if it was you instead of him that married her. Things would be so much different.”

“Well I wouldn’t have punched you.” Hoseok said. Taehyung chuckled a bit.

“Yeah I know. But…I wouldn’t have said what I said to you, either.” Taehyung glanced at Hoseok. “If you’re the one that promises to protect her, then I have no reason to worry….” Hoseok chuckled.

“Are you passing the torch to me?” he asked curiously.

“…Mhm…” Taehyung said. “Reluctantly, I admit.” Both of them shared a smile. “But…you need to promise me, no matter what, that you’ll protect her, but it has to be a promise that you can’t ever break. No matter what.” Hoseok looked at him, seeing in Taehyung’s eyes the same seriousness and intensity that he saw 7 years ago when he met an 18-year-old Taehyung, one who had told him almost the same thing back then, back when Hoseok thought he would be the one who walked you down the aisle first. Hoseok couldn’t help but nod.

“Of course. I never planned to do anything different.” Taehyung let out an exasperated sigh.

“I know, I know that.” He said. “I just had to make sure. With everything going on, I told her I would back off because she has you now. But…I just wanted to make sure that we were on the same page.”

“We are.” Hoseok said. “I promise, I have no other intention in life but to love her for as long as she’ll let me.” Taehyung nodded, smiling.

“Thank you, Hyung.” He said, nodding his head a bit. Hoseok patted the younger boy’s shoulder, nodded.

“Let’s go inside before they eat all our ice cream. She’s done it before.” Taehyung laughed as he followed Hoseok inside.

“She used to do it to me all the time, then leave the empty carton in the freezer for me to find.” He pouted, and Hoseok began to laugh.

You watched the boys enter the parlor again. Min Ja and Hyo Bin were now sharing a cup of ice cream, their faces messy as they dug their spoons into the cold a delicious treat. Your mother was trying to clean them up, but they were not having it, they were too busy eating!

“Welcome back.” You motioned to their ice cream, set on the table waiting patiently to be eaten. As the boys took a seat, you smiled. “Are you guys done talking about me?”

“Who said we were talking about you?” Taehyung asked, sitting down and beginning to eat. “We have other things in common than you.” He grinned as he put a scoop of ice cream in his mouth. “Don’t inflate your own ego.” You laughed a bit.

“Okay, fair.” You said, looking to Min Ja. She looked up to you, then to her Uncle and Hobi.

“We got chocolate chip.” She beamed.

“Me too~.” Hobi smiled happily. “I was going to get Rock Road, but they’re out.” He pouted, and Min Ja giggled as his little childish tantrum. You chuckled. “Well, not out, but I was betrayed by someone who I thought loved me-.” His eyes fell to your ice cream cup, consisting of Rocky Road and rainbow sprinkles.

“Oh yeah, it’s my fault you stocked my freezer with Rocky Road and got me hooked, isn’t it?” You huffed, putting your spoon to his mouth. “There. Take some.” Hoseok chuckled as he leaned forward and took the bite. You smiled a bit. “There. Satisfied?” You asked. Hobi hummed and smiled, tilting his head in excitement as he ate the bite of ice cream. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched him. Taehyung watched you both, seeing the wide smile forming on your face as Hoseok leaned forward, begging for another bite. “What? No, no.”

“Please?” He begged.

“You have your own ice cream!” You laughed a bit. Taehyung chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

“Mommy, me too!” Min Ja begged, still trying to pull away from your mother’s attempts to clean her face. “I want some too!”

“Min Ja, let me finish cleaning you.” Your mother gasped.

“Mom, quit while you’re ahead.” You begged. Min Ja smiled as you held the spoon out to her, allowing her to reach out and take a bite. As she allowed the cold treat to tickle her taste buds, her eyes lit up. “I like that, it’s yummy.”

“Isn’t it?” Mr. Hobi beamed. “You’re such a smart little girl, Min Ja.” he cooed, making Min Ja giggle. Quickly, she took your cup and spoon, making your eyes widen.

“What- Min Ja! Give that back!” You gasped. She took another spoonful, a smaller one, and held it out to Hyo Bin.

“Try some, Hyo Bin.” She said. The little one reached out from her seat, opening her mouth just enough to take some of it into her mouth. She blinked, swallowing it. Almost immediately, her nose scrunched up, a confused look etched on her face. “You don’t like it?”

“…No,” she said softly. You chuckled, reaching over and taking your ice cream back.

“You girls eat the ice cream grandma and grandpa bought you instead of stealing mine.” You said, and Min Ja pouted a bit. “Go on. Before it melts.” Min Ja nodded and continued to eat with her sister. Finally, you were able to start eating your own ice cream.

“That was yummy!” Min Ja grinned, taking hold of her grandmother’s hand as the group of you exited the parlor. “Bye-Bye, Ice Cream Lady! Thank you!” She shouted, waving behind her. The workers smiled as they waved back.

“Alright, time to go home and take a bath.” You said to the girls, and once again were filled with their whines and begs not to. “You mean to tell me you two sticky rug rats don’t need to be cleaned? I doubt that.” You scooped them both up in your arms. “Oh, jeez-.” You groaned, finding the task a lot harder than usual. “When did both of you get so big?”

“I’m a big girl now, I don’t need to be picked up all the time anymore. Hyo Bin does, though.” Min Ja pointed out, pointing to the toddler who was curling up in your arm already, all the food finally beginning to make her sleepy. “See? She still gets sleepy from food. I-.” Min Ja stopped, covering her mouth to yawn. “I don’t.”

“Right.” You sighed, turning back to your parents and Taehyung. “Do you need to come back to the house for anything?”

“No, we can just catch the train from here to Taehyung’s house~.” Your step-father grinned, hitting his son on the back. Taehyung blinked.

“…Who said you were staying with me?”

“Well we can’t stay with your sister, can we? Her house is already filled to the brim. Besides, all our stuff is at your house. Your house has a spare room, doesn’t it?”

“Well, yeah, but-.”

“What? Is there a girl you’re hiding from us or something?”

“NO!” You saw your brother’s ears turn red.

“Then it’s settled!” Your mother turned to you again. Taehyung did too.

“Noonaaaaaa-.” He begged, walking up to you. “Don’t do this to me, they snore.” You sighed, nodding.

“I’m doing this to you because they snore.” You said, and Hoseok began to laugh. Taehyung groaned, giving in as his father came and gave him yet another supportive pat on the back. Finally, the group of you said your goodbyes, with the promise to see each other tomorrow. The girls yawned as they hugged their grandparents and uncle, Hoseok offered to take Min Ja into his own arms as she began to fall asleep. The group of you parted, Taehyung leading your parents to the train while you and Hoseok headed down the block to your apartment. “Well, that was fun.”

“I’m glad. I hope you made you feel a little better.”

“It did.” You said. Hoseok chuckled. He looked over to you as you fixed Hyo Bin as she continued to drift into slumber. He took this chance to take hold of your free hand, interlocking them together. You glanced over at him and smiled, making sure to give it an extra squeeze. “…Hobi, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” He said.

“I want to tell my parents and Tae, about the baby from college… I haven’t yet. With everything going on right now, it’s just another thing that’s been weighing on my shoulders.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Will you…help me?” Hoseok looked at you.

“Of course, I will.” He said gently, lifting your hand up to his lips and giving it a kiss. You smiled, a force pulling you slightly closer to him. “Taehyung just entrusted me to protect you. What kind of man would I be if I let him down already?”

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 22 - Speaking Up

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.1k words

Chapter 22 - Speaking Up

Hoseok had been trying to call you after his final lessons for the day wrapped up, and he sent his students off. That was about 15 minutes ago, and he hadn’t heard from you. He had walked into Jimin’s studio, where he was wrapping up with his lesson, thinking that maybe you had finished your conversation with Weong-Bin and had made your way to the studio. However, when he stepped in, he only saw So-Hee, sitting with the other mothers and happily bouncing a giggling Hyo Bin on her knee. He hurried over to her, getting her and the other mother’s attention as she looked up.

“Hey, Hoseok. What’s going on? You look frantic.” She said.

“Have you heard from her?” he asked curiously.

“No, I haven’t yet. She said she would call after she talked with Weong-Bin.” Hoseok sighed.

“Really? Jeez, I didn’t think this would take so long. I told her not to let him into the house.” He scooped Hyo Bin up and turning back to the lesson, seeing that Jimin was just finishing up, and having the girls do their cool down. He sighed, not wanting to worry Min Ja too much, he decided to just pull out his phone and try to call you one more time. As he heard it ring, he saw the girls finishing up and hurrying over their mothers after another successful practice day. He heard your voicemail begin to play and groaned. “Hey, it’s me. Min Ja just finished her lesson and we’re heading home. Please call me back so I know you’re alright.” He said, hanging up.

“Mr. Hobi? Where’s Mommy?” Min Ja asked curiously.

“Mommy’s home, so we need to hurry up and get home, okay?” he smiled, taking her hand.

“But-.”

“We can get changed at home, just put your shoes on.” He said. Min Ja nodded, sitting on the floor to slip off her ballet flats and slide on her sneakers. “Okay, perfect.” He said happily. He turned to So-Hee, who was getting San-Ha ready as well. “I’ll call you.”

“Please, do.” She said, waving him off as he led the girls out of the dance studio. She sighed, fixing her daughter's shoes as she grabbed her bag.

Hoseok didn’t really run, but he wasn’t taking the scenic route either. He held Min Ja’s hand tightly and clutched Hyo Bin in the other as he hurried down the street, around every necessary corner, and into the building, practically breaking the buttons of the elevator with how hard he pushed them.

“Mr. Hobi, what’s wrong?” Min Ja asked curiously. He glanced down at the little girl, who was looking back up at him with wide eyes. “Is Mommy okay?” Hoseok let out a frustrated sigh, squeezing her hand gently. Before he could answer, due to his hesitation of what to say, the elevator dinged on their floor and Hoseok hurried out. As he turned down the hall, the sight before him made him almost collapse. At the door were what looked to be a buff policeman with dark hair, and a tiny yet fit policewoman with her brown hair tugged up into a ponytail. There was also a paramedic. They were knocking on the door, calling out to whoever would answer from inside, but obviously getting so response.

“Oh, God.” He gasped, hurrying up to the door. “What’s going on here?” he asked curiously. The cops looked over at the man who was out of breath, holding two children.

“We got a call from a neighbor about loud fighting coming from this apartment. We just arrived here a few moments ago but whoever is inside won’t answer.” Hoseok felt like he would faint right then and there if he didn’t have Hyo Bin in his arms. “Do you know the tenants?”

“I’m her boyfriend, and these are her kids.” For a moment, he released Min Ja’s hand and dug in his pocket, pulling out his key. As he opened the door, he felt his heart racing. He had no idea what he would see when he opened the door, but as he did, he called your name. As the door opened, he saw the contents of the shattered flowerpot up against the wall. Then, he called your name again. Walking in, he saw you laying on the couch, just barely waking up to the sound of your name being called. “Oh, thank God….” He sighed, hurrying into the living room. “Hey, are you okay?” You sat up on the couch, rubbing your head as you looked around.

“Hm? What’s going on? Why are you all yelling?” You asked curiously. When you saw the cops at the door, and Hobi at your side, you blinked. “Where are the girls?”

“They’re over here.” One of the cops, a female, said simply, motioning to the girls who were standing at her side. The other cop walked over to you.

“Are you alright? We got a call that there were sounds of fighting and stuff breaking here. Is everything alright?” As you fully sat up, you felt your head throbbing. Your cheeks were now kind of numb, but still sore, and your back was killing you.

“I’m fine.” You said simply. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Not as bad as it looks? Your face is all red and your body is shaking…” Hoseok said softly. “What happened?”

“Weong-Bin and I started arguing and he slapped me a little bit…” you groaned, rubbing your head. “I hit my head….”

“I can tell.” The cop said. He stood up, calling over the paramedic. “We’re going to check for a concussion.” You blinked, watching as a lanky man crouched down in front of you and put a flashlight in your eyes. Almost immediately, you flinched back and covered your face.

“It looks like it might be a concussion. You seem to be sensitive to light. We should get you to the hospital.” The paramedic said.

“The hospital?” You heard Min Ja gasp, and you looked over. She was holding Min Ja as both of them stood by the cop. “I don’t like the hospital.”

“You don’t have to go, sweetie.” The cop said gently. “We just want to make sure your Mom is feeling okay.”

“I’m okay, I just need to rest up.”

“No way, you need to go to the hospital,” Hoseok said quickly.

“Hobi…”

“You need to go, you could seriously be hurt, you said you hit your head and you might have a concussion!” He gently took your hand into his and kissed it. “Just to make sure you’re alright.” You were silent for a few moments, and you felt Hoseok grip your hand tighter.

“…Okay, fine.” You said softly. “Will you be able to stay here with the girls?”

“Of course. I’ll be here.” He assured. You nodded, standing up quickly. The quickness made your head spin and you groaned, holding your head in your hands. “Easy.” Hoseok quickly stood up. As you got your bearings, you saw the girls, still standing by the door with the female cop. With a deep breath entering your lungs, you walked over to them and knelt down.

“Be good for Mr. Hobi, okay?”

“Why do you have to go to the hospital?” Min Ja asked softly. You could see the distress in her eyes. Pursing your lips, you ran a hand through her hair.

“It’s a long story. But the doctors just want to make sure I’m okay. I’ll be home before you know it~.” Standing back up, you turned to the cops. “Do I need to ride in an ambulance?”

“If you’d like, we can have it pull upfront.” Nodding, you grabbed your purse and followed the paramedic out the door. Min Ja noticed something fall out of your purse and looked around. She must have been the only one to notice and knelt down to pick it up. The female cop stayed behind to talk to Hoseok for a few moments, while the male cop left with you to get your statement on the drive to the hospital. Hoseok watched the door close behind you and heard footsteps disappear down the walkway as he turned and answered the cop’s questions.

The ride to the hospital was silent. The male cop, who you learned was named Myung-Dae, even offered you his jacket to use for some warmth. The paramedic checked your vitals as you shared the events of what happened, what Weong-Bin said and did to you, and how you ended up here. When he asked you for some family contacts, you refused to give any. The last thing you needed was an “I told you so” speech to give you an even bigger headache.

“I’ll come back tomorrow morning and talk to you again; see how you’re holding up and get the results of any of your tests for the record,” Myung-Dae said, looking at you as the ambulance came to a stop. You blinked.

“I’m going to be admitted?” you asked, looking up at the paramedic.

“You got beaten up pretty badly. They’re going to want to help you overnight while the tests process just to make sure nothing flairs up or anything after the fact.” Myung-Dae said. Once the ambulance stopped, Myung-Dae hopped out while you were guided out by the paramedic and led inside the hospital to officially check-in.

Upon entering the hospital, you were admitted and given even more tests. You really didn’t understand why, but they wanted to be sure that, other than a minor concussion, there were no cracked ribs, or anything else other than just some bruises on your face and back. So, you were stuck being wheeled to different parts of the hospital, getting X-Rays and tests done. They took pictures of your back, of your face and arms, basically of your entire body so that they could document any bruises that you may have to show exactly what he did. It was annoying, and every time someone offered you a pity look as they passed by, you only felt worse.

When the tests were done, and you were wheeled back to your room, which the nurse had so graciously dimmed the lights for you, and you crawled into the bed and lied down, covering your face with your hands. Your body was still aching, even after all this time had passed. Your back was throbbing; you hadn’t seen it yet but you knew that it was bruised to hell. Who knows, maybe you did have some cracked ribs. All because of your absolute stupidity. All because of your-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone calling your name. You sat up, only to hear the voice getting closer and closer. Other voices were heard as well, shouting at someone to stop running down the hallway screaming. As you sat on the edge of your bed, the door flung open. Taehyung stood at the door; face flushed as he gasped for air. His entire face beat red, either from running or crying or both. Before he could say anything else, his legs buckled.

“Tae!” You gasped, getting out of the bed and hurrying over to him. As you knelt down to help him to his feet, he quickly stopped you.

“Get back in bed, are you nuts!? Don’t worry about me, I’m okay…” letting out another choke for air, he rose to his feet and took you with him, leading you back to the bed. “What happened to you!?”

“I’m fine.” You assured.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re in the hospital!” He pouted. “Hoseok called me and told me Weong-Bin beat the shit out of you!”

“He didn’t beat the shit out of me.” You scoffed. “He knocked me around a bit, it’s not a big deal.”

“Stop trying to defend him!” Tae snapped. “The doctor told me you have a concussion, and possibly broken ribs and you don’t’ think that’s a big deal?!” You flinched at the sound of his voice, looking away from him. Taehyung blinked. “…I’m sorry…” he said softly, sitting down beside you. Being careful not to hurt you, he quickly wrapped his arms around you and gave you a hug, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around him too, hugging him tightly as you heard him let out a shaky sigh. “I got here as fast as I could. I was so worried…Please, don’t say this isn’t a big deal.”

“Okay…” you said softly.

“What happened?”

“He beat me up and said I was trying to ruin his family by being with Hoseok. He was the one manipulating Min Ja to think that Hoseok was trying to ruin our family too…that’s why she’s been so anxious.” Taehyung lifted his head from your shoulder, and you smiled a bit. “I tried to talk to him but he just exploded….” Taehyung looked at your cheeks, seeing that they were red, hints of bruising showing up in certain areas. You blinked, noticing that he was looking. “Is it bad?” you asked. “…I’ve been too scared to look in the mirror…”

“It’s…it’s red and bruised…” he said softly. “Do you want me to try and get you some ice or something?”

“No, I’m fine.” You said.

“I’m going to kill him.” Taehyung said. “I always knew he would escalate to physical violence! How can he do something like this?!” He sighed. “Tell me you’re pressing charges.”

“The cops are coming back tomorrow to talk to me again and get all the test results.” You assured. “…I never thought I’d have to press charges like this.”

“Well, it’s about time. He shouldn’t be doing this to you. He shouldn’t have done it when you were married, either. He needs to finally pay for what he’s been doing.” You nodded, and Taehyung pulled you back into a tight hug. You sighed, putting your hand on his hair, trying to calm him down. The last thing you wanted was for him to be upset on your behalf.

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“How is she doing?” Hoseok asked phone pressed to his ear as he paced the living room floor.

“She’s doing well. I stayed until visiting hours ended. From what I gather, they’re giving her something to eat and she said she’s going to bed.” Taehyung hummed. He was just getting into his car as he spoke to Hoseok. “But she seems to be feeling better. She’s just upset about everything that happened.”

“Well, I don’t blame her.” Hoseok said.

“How are you doing? Need me to come by?”

“Nah.” He said. “I think I can handle it. I got the girls to go to sleep without much issue.” He beamed proudly as he heard Taehyung laugh on the other end. “Just head home and get some rest. Thanks for checking up on her.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.” Taehyung said. After saying their goodbyes, Hoseok hung up the phone and sighed, plopping down on the couch. The girls were a bit of a handful tonight, Min Ja’s anxiety only increasing as she watched her mother be led off to the hospital. She kept trying to ask Hoseok about it all thorough dinner and their bedtime routine, but he kept saying that you would tell her all about it when you got home. It was an answer she didn’t want to hear, but she eventually gave up and stopped asking him. She simply lied in her bed, nuzzling under her covers, and gave a quiet ‘Goodnight’ before Hoseok left the girls to sleep. He gave you a lot of credit, being a parent was really difficult, and this was the first time he ever really got to experience it first-hand. Babysitting was never intense, but he was never left alone and expected to cook dinner, get the girls ready for bed and get them to actually fall asleep on his own!

“Ahhhh…” Hoseok got up, running a hand through his hair as he began pacing the kitchen and living room. He was running too high on adrenaline to simply sit down. All he could do was think about you, sitting in the hospital room all by yourself, probably absolutely devastated and sore. He wished he could be there with you, but he had no choice but to wait until tomorrow when the girls were in school. “What am I supposed to do tomorrow when they wake up tomorrow and she’s not home? I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it…” Groaning, he glanced towards the shattered flower pot. “Oh yeah…I need to clean this up…” He grabbed the dustpan that was in the kitchen and walked over, squatting down and dusting up the contents that were scattered all over.

I can’t believe he thinks he can just break stuff in a house he doesn’t even own. Hoseok thought to himself, a pout forming on his lips. I know this had to have scratched her up a bit, poor thing… As he continued to clean up the mess, he stood up and brought the full dustpan to the kitchen, dumping the contents into the garbage can. Just as he finished, dusting his hands against his pants, he heard footsteps behind him. “Hm?” Quickly, he turned around. Standing before him was Min Ja. Her hair was a bit messy from tossing and turning in her sleep, some of it sticking out in various directions. She was tugging at her nightgown at the bit, biting her lip as she hid behind the little wall that divided the kitchen and living room entrance.

“Oh, Min Ja?” he hummed, walking over to her. He knelt down, but she stepped back a bit. “What’s wrong?”

“Mommy isn’t home yet…” she said softly. “I can’t sleep…I keep thinking about Mommy…” Hoseok smiled a bit, offering her his hand. She took his hand and he stood up, walking her to the couch. As both of them sat together, Hoseok ran a hand through his hair. “Do you want some milk or something?”

“No…,” she said softly. “…Will Mommy be home soon?”

“I think she’ll come home tomorrow. The doctors just want to be sure she’s okay, I told you that already.”

“She looked bad when she went. She had bruises and marks…”

“I know…” he said softly.

“Do you know why?” she asked curiously. Hoseok felt his heart begin to race. He had no idea how to explain domestic abuse to a five-year-old! Should he even try?! Crap…

“Well, that’s not something that I can tell you. That’s something only you’re Mom can tell you…”

“Why?” she asked curiously.

“I just can’t. It happened to you Mom, so your Mom has to tell you. Would you be happy if I told people something about you? Something that maybe you wanted to keep to yourself?” Min Ja shook her head. “Exactly. So, for now, all we can do is be happy and nice to Mommy when she comes home tomorrow until she’s ready to tell us what happened, okay?” Min Ja nodded, finally starting to understand. “…How about you? Do you feel okay?”

“No, not really…” she said. “My head always hurts now…and I cry a lot more. And when you and Mommy put me to bed, it takes a long time before I can go to sleep…” Hoseok sighed, rubbing her back gently. She crawled into his lap and hugged him tightly. “I’m a big girl, I’m not supposed to cry anymore…” Hoseok chuckled rubbing her back.

“Awww, Min Ja, just because you’re a big girl doesn’t mean you don’t need to cry…”

“My friends in class say I shouldn’t cry anymore.”

“Well, I’m sure one day you’ll see your friends cry too. Everyone cries, even grown-ups.” Min Ja pouted, her arms squeezing around his neck a bit tighter. “Do you need to cry now?” Min Ja shook her head.

“No…I don’t think so…” She hummed. Hoseok nodded.

“You have school tomorrow, Min Ja, so why don’t we cry to go back to bed?” Min Ja was silent for a moment. “I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep, okay?” Finally giving in, she nodded. Hoseok stood up, keeping her in his arms as he walked to the bedroom. Once inside, he was quiet, so to not wake up Hyo Bin. Min Ja crawled into bed, and Hoseok sat down on the floor beside her bed. “There, get alllllll comfy, okay?” he whispered softly, smiling. Min Ja nuzzled under the covers, grabbing her stuffed animal, Bora, and holding it close to her chest. “All cozy?”

“Mhm…” she said softly. “You promise you’ll stay until I go to sleep?” Hoseok nodded, smiling a bit.

“I promise…” Min Ja’s little lips turned into a tight frown.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hobi…” she said softly. Hoseok blinked.

“Sorry for what?” he asked curiously. He could see Min Ja shift in the darkness and reached a hand out to stroke her hair. “Sorry for what, Min Ja?”

“Daddy…. made me think you weren’t nice…” She finally said, and he could hear her voice crack. “And that you couldn’t move in with us because it would make him sad…”

“Oh…” Hoseok said.

“But you are nice. Super nice….” She said. Hoseok chuckled a bit. “And Mommy always said when I do something wrong, I need to say I’m sorry…” Hoseok smiled. “I want you to live with us….”

“…. Yeah?” he asked softly. Min Ja nodded. “I would absolutely love that…” He said happily. “I’m sure Mommy will be happy too…”

“…Oh!” Min Ja gasped, sitting up, and startling Hoseok a bit. She reached over to her end table, turning on the light. It flooded the room, and Hoseok heard Hyo Bin groan in annoyance, though she didn’t wake up. Min Ja lifted up her pillow, before pulling out a small picture. “This fell out of Mommy’s purse….” She said softly, handing it to him. He took it into his hands, looking down at it. As he stared at it, an eyebrow raised a bit. It was…a sonogram? One that showed just barely the first few weeks of pregnancy. But, as he looked up at the date, he noticed something. The date was…waaay to early to be a sonogram of Min Ja. It was…two years too early. He blinked, glancing up at Min Ja, who was just staring at him curiously.

“…This was in Mom’s purse, huh?” he asked. Min Ja nodded. “Do you know what this is?”

“It’s a baby…” she said. “Mommy showed me ones with me and Hyo Bin. Who is that?” She asked curiously. Hoseok glanced back down at the picture, feeling his mind begin to race. Why on earth was he just seeing this now?! How come he wasn’t told that she had another baby?! Where on earth was the other baby?! “…Mr. Hobi?” He glanced up. “Who is it?”

“…I don’t know…” he said softly. “It’s not you, and it’s not Hyo Bin…”

“Oh….” She blinked. Hoseok sighed, turning back to Min Ja and smiling a bit.

“Alright, time to head to sleep…,” he said, gently laying her down. “It’s really late, and I don’t want you to be tired for tomorrow…” Min Ja nodded, holding her doll tightly as she closed her eyes tightly. Hoseok chuckled. “Want me to stay?” Min Ja nodded, her eyes still closed. “Okay…” he rested his back against the side of the bed, turning off the light and allowing darkness back into the room. “Goodnight, Min Ja…” he said softly.

He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting in the room, but he was a little while. He just kept staring at the picture in his hands. Despite the darkness in the room, he felt as though he had the image burned into his mind. He couldn’t understand it, he didn’t understand how it was fitting together! Once he saw that Min Ja was fast asleep, snoring lightly as she clutched tightly onto her doll, he stood up and left the room. With the door closed, he hurried into the bedroom and turned the light on.

He sat on the bed, finally able to look at the picture in the light. The baby was barely visible, so tiny, probably about the size of a lime. Your name was right on the top, along with the hospital you were at, and the doctor who was giving you the ultrasound. He kept looking back at the date of the sonogram. It was dated exactly 6 weeks…. after he and you had broken up.

….and he was just learning about this now?

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 20 - Anxiety

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.4k words

Chapter 20 - Anxiety

Min Ja may only be five, but that weekend was the worst weekend of her life. Her dad took her and Hyo Bin to the park, and they watched movies and had a fun time, but all Min Ja could think about was what he had told her. That Mr. Hobi moving in meant her Dad couldn’t come back in, and that Mr. Hobi was doing this on purpose? Why would he do something on purpose to make her Dad upset? But…if Dad moved back in, would that mean he and Mommy would be a happy family like he promised, or would they go back to fighting? No, no! She had to trust her Daddy; she didn’t want him to be sad. By Sunday, she spent the entire day in bed, not wanting to get up, no matter how much Hyo Bin and her father tried to lure her out with candy and games in the living room. She stayed in bed until her father had to take her and Hyo Bin back home, before dinner time.

“Min Ja, are you upset because of what we talked about?” Weong-Bin asked curiously, and his daughter glanced up at him.

“A little. I want to see you and Mr. Hobi every day, but you said I can’t. That makes me really sad.” Weong-Bin sighed.

“I’m sorry that makes you sad, sweetie. But if you want Mommy to be happy, it has to be that way. And I can make Mommy really happy, I told you, I worked really hard to fix my mistakes, remember?” Min Ja nodded. “Good.” He held her hand tightly as they exited the elevator and went to your apartment door. Weong-Bin knocked, and it took a minute, but the sound of footsteps headed to the door grew louder before you opened the door. Your hair was a bit messy, and you wore some throwaway clothes that were covered in dust and dirt. Despite your disheveled appearance, you were beaming as you opened the door.

“Mama!” Hyo Bin shouted in glee, reaching out to hug you. Without missing a beat, you held her tightly and kissed her cheek.

“Hi, my princess~.” You cooed happily. “Did you have fun with Daddy all weekend?”

“Uh-huh.” She said. You looked down at Min Ja, who walked up to you as you knelt down to her level.

“Hi, sweetie.” You smiled, pulling her into a hug. She hugged you back tightly. “I missed you so much.”

“You too, Mommy.” She said. Once you stood up, you set Hyo Bin onto the floor. Min Ja took her hand and led her into the bedroom so they could put their bags away. When they were gone, you turned to Weong-Bin.

“She seems to be okay. Did you talk to her?”

“I said I would.” He smiled a bit. “She spent all day in bed today, though.” He saw you frown. “But she’ll be alright, I think. She’s just a bit confused now, but she’ll come around.” Hearing that made you relaxed a little bit.

“Thank you.” You said softly. Weong-Bin nodded. “I’ll see you Wednesday, then.”

“Alright.” He said. “I’ll call the girls later.” As he waved you off, you closed the door and sighed. It was so uplifting, and you hoped that whatever Weong-Bin had said, it would help her feel better. But for now, all you could do was head into the bedroom and help the girls unpack and catch up on their weekend.

Min Ja seemed to be doing just fine, telling you about what they did with their Dad on Saturday. She was beaming as she talked about it until you asked about what kept her in bed this morning. Her smile fell into a frown, and she pressed her pointer's fingers together.

“I was just tired, I think.” She said simply. “Daddy said I could stay in bed until we had to come home.” You sighed, smiling a bit as you ruffled her hair.

“Well, okay then, as long as you’re feeling better now.” Min Ja nodded, resting her head on your shoulder as you rubbed her back. Hyo Bin was sitting with you as well, stacking up some of her blocks. Min Ja sat beside her and took some blocks of her own, putting them wherever she could to help Hyo Bin make a big tower. You smiled a bit, fixing your hair as you watched the girls, happy to have them back with you again. Weekends with Weong-Bin were torturous for you.

As the three of you sat in the bedroom, enjoying each other’s company, you heard a knock on the door. A loud, high-pitched voice called your name, and the three of you looked up. As you stood up, stretching out your legs, you turned to the kids.

“Girls, I’m going to get dinner started in a few minutes, okay? Just let me know if you need anything.” Min Ja nodded, both girls turning back to their little block creation as you went to the door. Opening it, you saw Hoseok standing there, panting. It looked like he was drenched in sweat, but he was grinning the minute he opened the door and saw you. “It looks like you ran a marathon. Another long day of rehearsal?”

“Yeah, my kids love to run me through the wringer.” He said, stepping into the apartment. He went to lean in for a kiss, but you pulled back, smiling as you saw him pout. “Hey.”

“Go shower first, you stink.” You teased, pushing him playfully into the apartment, “Then I’ll give you a whole bunch of kisses.”

“Aaah, a whole bunch?” he asked, eyes going wide. When he saw you nod, he playfully hurried towards the bathroom, making you smile slightly. As he passed the bedroom, he saw the door propped open, getting a slight view of the girls occupying themselves with blocks. He stopped in his tracks, propping the door open and smiling. “Hey girls.” He said happily. “What are you doing?”

“I think we’re making a house.” Min Ja said, looking up at him. “Hyo Bin is in charge this time, so I’m just doing what she tells me.” Hoseok smiled a bit. “…You smell.”

“Heh…hehe, I just got home from work that’s why. I’m sure Mr. Jimin smells the same way after he dances for 3 hours straight.” Min Ja pursed her lips a bit.

“…No, Mr. Jimin always smells really good when I give him hugs.” She said. Hoseok laughed a bit, before finally leaving the room and heading to take a shower. While he was showering, and the girls were busy, you began to get started on pasta. You were in the mood for some Western cuisine recently, thinking the change of pace would make everyone happy. You got to work, making some pasta and frying some chicken to mix together in a delicious combination. As you stood by the oven, watching the pasta cook, you heard the sound of the shower turning off and footsteps eventually approaching the kitchen. You kept your eyes on the pasta but saw Hoseok approaching out of the corner of your eye.

“Mmmmm, I was promised a bunch of kisses~.” Hoseok cooed as he got closer. You looked over to him and smiled. “Now that I’m clean, I plan to get them~.” Without missing a beat, he hurried up to you and pulled you into his arms, making you squeal out in delight, giggling as Hoseok wasted no time peppering you with kisses. It took a few minutes of playful pleading, but you finally got him to back up.

“I need to finish cooking, you lunatic.” You said with a playful grin, returning to the stove. Hoseok opened the fridge as he shook some leftover water droplets from his hair, leaning down to grab a Sprite from the fridge. Cracking it open, he let out a satisfied hum as he eagerly began to drink the beverage.

“Did Weong-Bing talk to Min Ja?” he asked curiously.

“It seems like he did. She seems to be doing okay. He said she stayed in bed today, though. She must be trying to sort it all out in her mind.” Hoseok nodded as he watched you cook. “Which is good, because I want to mention to her that we’ve been talking about moving in.” He smiled a bit, passing you the Sprite so you could take a sip.

“Do you think she’ll make it okay?” He asked.

“I think if we word it correctly and be honest, she’ll be okay over time.” You looked at him. “I feel safe knowing that you’re here. I think the girls will too.” Hoseok smiled happily.

“That means a lot to me.” He said softly. “If you really think it’s the right time, then maybe we could look into-.”

“NO!” You both heard a child shout from behind you. Looking over, you saw Min Ja standing at the entrance of the kitchen. Her eyes were wide, and they were welling up with tears. It looked like her little body was trembling.

“Min Ja…” you gasped. Quickly, you turned off the stove and walked over to your daughter. Kneeling down, you blinked. “How long have you been here?”

“I heard you scream…” she sniffled. “But when I came out here, Mr. Hobi was giving you kisses and you looked happy….” A small smile formed on your lips at first. “But then you said you wanted Mr. Hobi to move in….” she sniffled. “And he can’t, Mommy! He can’t!”

“Min Ja…” you frowned. “Min Ja, please, calm down.” You soothed gently. “Mr. Hobi is here all the time; you don’t want him to move in and see you every day?” Min Ja was silent at first, but she eventually shook her head.

“No! No, he can’t! What about Daddy?! What about Daddy? I want Daddy back! Mr. Hobi can’t move in, he can’t!” The next thing you knew, she began to cry in absolute hysterics. You quickly pulled her into a tight hug, rubbing her back as she clung to you, sobbing and begging you not to let Hoseok move in, he couldn’t move in! “P-pleeeeease, Mommy, noooooo.” She sniffled.

“Min Ja, Min Ja look at me.” You said softly, tilting her chin to look at you. She was still sniffling. “We don’t need to worry about it right now, okay? No need to cry….” You felt your heart shattering with every tear you saw drip down your daughter’s face. How could you even suggest this when Min Ja was not ready? “I would never do anything that makes you sad, okay?” Min Ja nodded, sniffling as much as she could and wiping her nose when it became too much. Hoseok walked over, kneeling down and handing her a tissue. She hesitated, but took the tissue from him and wiped her eyes and nose.

“…I-I’m sorry…” she sniffled, looking at Hoseok. He only offered her a kind smile.

“Sorry for what? Don’t be sorry, Min Ja.” he said gently, running a hand through her hair. “Mommy and I don’t want to do anything that will make you and Hyo Bin upset, okay?” Min Ja nodded, and her body finally stopped shaking like a leaf. You pulled her into your arms, giving her another tight hug as you felt her arms wrap around you and nuzzle into you.

“Do you want to go back inside and rest until dinner?” you asked her gently. “Or do you want to stay out here with me and Mr. Hobi?”

“I wanna stay with you, Mommy…” she choked. You glanced at Hoseok, who was already getting onto his feet.

“I’ll finish dinner, then.” He offered, smiling happily. “Go on inside and relax.” After a moment, you let out a soft breath and nodded, standing up with Min Ja in your arms. As Hoseok went back to the stove, turning on the flame and watching the chicken and pasta as it finished cooking, you took Min Ja back into her room. Hyo Bin was standing by the door, eyes cast up at you curiously. The yelling of her older sister must have worried her too.

“What’s wrong, Mama?” she asked curiously as you stepped into the bedroom. Slowly, your legs gave out and you held your girls tightly in your arms, silence overtaking the three of you for the next few minutes until Hoseok said dinner was ready.

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“I’m so sorry about that.” You said softly, sitting at the kitchen table as you served both yourself and Hoseok some tea. Dinner was silent, and dessert was a bit more talkative, but after Min Ja’s meltdown, the apartment seemed as if it had shifted, and nobody really knew what to say. The girls went to bed pretty much straight away, you even skipped the bath tonight because you just physically couldn’t. Hoseok was sure to keep his distance this time, not joining in reading bedtime stories or saying goodnight. He didn’t want to make Min Ja anymore upset tonight. When you returned, you practically collapsed into his arms.

“Don’t apologize.” He assured, threading one of his hands through your hair. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Obviously I’m not making this any easier for her.” You said. “I thought she was okay after she put you in that picture, but she wasn’t. I thought she was okay after Weong-Bin talked to her, but she seems to have gotten worse!” You groaned. “Either Weong-Bin fucked up what he said, or he said something that had the exact opposite effect.” Glancing at your phone, you sighed. “I’m going to call him. He’s still up, probably out flirting up his coworkers again.” Hoseok watched as you stood up, grabbing your phone and walking towards the balcony door, pressing the phone to your ear. It rang, and rang, and continued to ring.

You’ve reached Cho Weong-Bin. Unfortunately, I can’t come to the phone right now. Please le-.

“Voicemail, of course.” You sighed, hanging up. “I don’t buy that he’s asleep at 7 p.m. I’m calling him again.” You heard Hoseok call out your name, but when he saw you put the phone to your ear, he only chuckled. It rang, and rang, and rang again.

You’ve reached Cho-.

“He’s doing this on purpose.” You huffed, hanging up once again and tossing your phone onto one of the counters. You rested your elbows against the counter, your hands pulling at your hair. “I can’t believe I was so selfish. Min Ja is going through all of this and all I can think about is making you move in, even when she’s not ready. I knew this would happen.” Hoseok sighed, finally getting out of his seat and walking over to you. He turned you to face him, untangling your hands from your hair and setting them at your sides. He saw your eyes were watering and he quickly lifted his hand to wipe those tears away. “Sorry…” you said.

“Jeez, this family loves to apologize to me It’s gonna boost my ego.” You chuckled a bit, resting your head against Hoseok’s chest. You felt Hoseok’s arms wrap around you tightly as if he was trying to squeeze the guilt out of you. “It’ll all happen in time, you know.” He said. “Let’s worry about getting Min Ja to feel better.”

“Okay.” You said softly, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Want to watch a movie or something to get the depressing air out of this apartment?” Hoseok chuckled, his beaming smile helping heal you already.

“I’ll go pick one~.” He said giddily, hurrying into the living room. As you watched him, you turned back to the table. Grabbing the tea, you set the empty cups into the sink and filling them with some water and quickly wiping them down. Once they were clean, you headed into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Hoseok plopped himself down beside you and turned off the lights, allowing the glow of the TV to be your source of light.

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You’ve reached Cho Weong-Bin. Unfortunately, I cannot come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep, I promise I’ll get back to you soon. *BEEEP*

“Weong-Bin, pick up.” You said into the phone, trying to hide your frustration. was already Monday, and you were heading into work still trying, but getting no result since you started last night. He didn’t call the girls Sunday night like he promised, he didn’t return any of the voicemails and texts you had been sending him. “Come on. You can’t avoid me forever; you need to pick up the girls Wednesday.” Though you were reluctant to even send them with him until you had a straight answer, you really had no choice. “Please call me. If I don’t hear from you, don’t think I’m going to let you take the girls Wednesday. I’ll pick them up early.” You a frustrated huff, you quickly closed your phone and stuffed it into your bag. As you passed the doctors and older nurses, you said your hellos before entering the backroom and putting away your belongings. Jungkook was already there, locking up his little locker of stuff he had, and he turned to you.

“Good morning~.” He said happily. When he saw how annoyed you were, he pouted. “Are you alright? You look awful.”

“Weong-Bin again. Still won’t answer my calls.” Jungkook sighed.

“He’s probably guilty. Once, I totally broke my mom’s old vase and the guilt ruined my so bad I hid at my friend's house for a week and didn’t answer the phone.”

“And what happened?” you asked, amusement in your voice.

“She was even angrier. But the point still stands, he’s guilty of something.”

“Trust me, I know. He did the same crap when he was having an affair.” Closing your locker, you shrugged. “But he can’t hide forever.” Jungkook chuckled as the two of you went to the secretary table to prep for the day before the doctor’s office officially opened. You tried to remain focused, but you were getting absolutely nowhere with Weong-Bin. It was bothering you that he wasn’t answering, he must have no excuse, and Jungkook was right, he must be guilty of whatever he did to Min Ja.

Whatever he did to Min Ja…, just thinking that made you want to put your fist through the table. However, you didn’t know anything. Min Ja wouldn’t tell you what he told her, she would just start crying about it and apologizing constantly. It upset you so much. But there was nothing you could do about it until you heard from Weong-Bin. Your eyes looked up at the clock as you finished wiping down the counters and counting down the hours until you could get off work. You needed to talk to Weong-Bin.

Work was busy, so before you knew it, the time was flying by. If Jungkook wasn’t on the phone with a customer, you were, and if you weren’t dealing with a patient, then he was. Nurses kept running up to you asking you to push through prescriptions, make copies, and whatever else was needed for the doctor’s sake. By the time 4 hit, you were using a wall to prop you up.

“Why are my busy days always so brutal?” You asked, opening your locker. Jungkook looked completely unphased, grabbing his stuff and running a hand through his hair. “I’ll never understand how you manage to look as if you’ve been relaxing on a beach all day, every day.” That made Jungkook’s cheeks tint pink and a smile formed on his lips.

“I have good stamina from working out.” He said simply.

“Fair enough.” You said. Just as you finished gathering your belongings, you heard the sound of a buzzing coming from your phone. You quickly pulled it into view. “Oh God, please be Weong-Bin.” You begged, pulling the phone up to your face. However, instead of seeing Weong-Bin’s name on the Caller ID, the one time that would ever happen, you were met with the phone number from Min Ja’s teacher. “What the-. Why is the teacher calling me?” You quickly answered the call and put the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Yes, Miss. Cho. This is Mrs. Song, Min Ja’s teacher.”

“Yes, hi. How are you? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes. Min Ja went home with San-Ha and her mother when the school day ended. This is something different. Uhm, are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

“Afternoon? Yes, I am. Why?”

“I wanted to see if you and Min Ja’s father were available to meet with me after school for a meeting.” You felt your heart sink. Oh God, a meeting with her teacher? Was this a good thing? Did Min Ja start acting out in school too? Your mind was racing, and you tucked hair behind your ear as you turned away from Jungkook.

“Uhm sure! I can be there if you just give me time. I’ll work around my job hours. I’ve just been having trouble getting into contact with my ex-husband, so it may-.”

“I already called him.” She said. You blinked. “He said he would be free whenever you had the time this week.”

So, he can call back the teacher but not the mother of his children? Yeah, let’s see that bite him in the ass. You thought to yourself. “Okay, then I can get there right when school lets out.”

“Fantastic. I’ll see you then.” You nodded, hanging up the phone and letting out a deep sigh.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook asked curiously, putting a hand on your shoulder. You glanced over at him and offered a small smile.

“Min Ja’s teacher wants to have a meeting with me and Weong-Bin.” You said simply. “So, I need to look into leaving a bit early so that I can make it to the school on time.” Waving Jungkook off, you went to hopefully talk to your boss about leaving slightly early the next day. Even after it was approved, and you headed home to your girls after that, you couldn’t help but be worried about what that meeting would hold.

That night, as you put Min Ja and Hyo Bin to bed, Min Ja pressed her fingers together.

“Mommy, my teacher said you and Daddy are going to talk to her tomorrow.” She said softly. You nodded, sitting on the end of her bed.

“That’s right. Mr. Hobi is going to take you and Hyo Bin to the park while we talk.”

“Did I do something bad?” she asked curiously.

“I don’t know, did you?”

“N-no,” she said quickly. “I promise, I didn’t do anything bad.” You smiled, kissing her head gently and rubbing her back.

“Okay, then don’t worry. Just get some rest for now, okay? Let Mommy and Daddy worry about the meeting.” Min Ja nodded, laying fully in bed as you covered her with the blankets. “Goodnight, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight…” she said softly. You watched her close her eyes and snuggle deeper into bed as she tried to fall asleep. Once you saw her breathing even out slightly, you snuck your way out of the room.

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Weong-Bin was standing outside the school building, arms crossed as he looked at his watch. The school was letting out in 10 minutes, and you had just texted him that you were on your way, having just gotten Hyo Bin from daycare. He didn’t respond, but he got the text. As he looked around, watching people pass on the nearby streets, he was also wondering why he was called to this meeting. Did Min Ja confide in her teacher about what was going on? Has she been acting out? What was she saying or doing to concern the teacher enough to call a meeting? Just as his mind began racing, he heard you calling out to him. Turning over, he saw you walking down the street with Hoseok at your side, carrying Hyo Bin in his arms. He groaned, turning to face you.

“You were almost late.” He said.

“Well I had to go pick up Hyo Bin.” You said simply. Weong-Bin sighed, turning back towards the entrance of the school. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

“I’ve been busy.” He said simply. “My job is demanding, you know.”

“Oh, please, cry me a river.” You scoffed, putting your hands on your hips. Weong-Bin glared down at you, but before either of you could continue to bicker, the doors of the school let out. Kids began hurrying out of the building, shouting and cheering in glee at the sound of the ending bell. Younger kids would meet with their parents and other friends before heading home, while older kids started going home solo. The three of you didn’t move, watching as the hoard of students began to thin out. As children began dispersing, you saw Min Ja’s teacher. Mrs. Song was a young lady, probably only a few years older than you. She had brown hair pulled up into a tight bun, and wore a pencil skirt with a nice blouse. She was a sweet young woman, who was well-liked by all of her students. When she caught your gaze, she smiled and took Min Ja’s hand. Min Ja looked up from the floor and took her hand, both of them walking towards you.

“Hello, Miss. And Mr. Cho.” She said happily, shaking both of your hands. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Of course.” You said, nodding. “And this is Hoseok, my boyfriend.” When Hoseok introduced himself and shook Mrs. Song’s hand, you saw Weong-Bin clench a fist behind his hand. Glancing down at Min Ja, she looked up at you. “You’re going to go with Mr. Hobi, okay? We’ll come to get you when we’re done.” Min Ja’s wide eyes fell to Hoseok, who offered her a hand and a warm smile, fixing his arm that was holding Hyo Bin.

“Come on~. We’re going to have some fun.” Min Ja nodded, taking his hand. “We’ll see you guys later.” He said happily. He looked at Mrs. Song. “It was nice to meet you.”

“You as well~. Take care.” She said happily, watching as Hoseok led the girls down the road to the nearby playground. With them gone, Mrs. Song looked at the both of you. “Shall we?”

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 15 - He’s Enraged

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 5.2k words

Chapter 15 - He’s Enraged

Hoseok decided to start discarding any of the trash that you had collected through your hours of snacking. He made a few trips to and from the bedroom to the kitchen garbage, carefully watching his footing to make sure that he didn’t wake you from your peaceful nap. You had only intended of sleeping for a short period of time, but you were sleeping so peacefully, and Hoseok knew he would most likely be scolded for cleaning up, that he decided to just let you sleep. When he was done, he sat on the edge of the bed, opening up one of the final bags of chips leftover, and began to munch on them as he put the TV on a low volume. Every few moments, he would turn over and look at you, making sure that any of the noises he may be making weren’t enough to stir you. When he realized that they weren’t, he would turn back to the TV and continue to watch.

It wasn’t long before he heard you stir behind him. Quickly, Hoseok turned off the volume of the TV and looked over to you. “Mmmm.” You groaned, rubbing your eyes. Your hair was a bit messy from tossing and turning, and your lips were pulled into a tight pout as you tried your best to wake up, but it seemed you didn’t really want to.

“Hey~. Did you enjoy your nap?” he asked curiously, watching as you crawled over to him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing yourself up against his back as you nuzzled into his shoulder. “Awww, you’re so cuddly when you’re sleepy.” He teased, craning his neck back slightly. You nodded, a small, sleepy smile gracing your lips.

“I want some.” You said, motioning to the opened bag of chips in his hand. He chuckled a bit, lifting one out of the bag and up to your lips. You quickly ate it, and smiled a bit. “Mmm, what time is it, anyway? I didn’t think I slept that long.”

“You slept for about 2 hours.” Hoseok said. Your eyes widened.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You looked so peaceful! Besides, it lets me clean up all our garbage and watch some TV. I don’t mind.” He popped another chip into his mouth, grinning. “I have a little more time before I need to get going.”

“Okay. Anything you want to do?” You asked, looking out towards the window. It was already late in the evening, and the sun looked like it was about to set. “Want me to make some dinner?” Hoseok pushed his lips together as he thought about your offer.

“What’s on the menu?” He asked. As you tried to think of what you could make, you heard the sound of your phone vibrating. Your eyes fell towards the end table, seeing the phone shake and vibrate with every ring. You pulled back from Hoseok, who turned to face you, watching as you crawled over and grabbed the phone. Weong-Bin’s name poked up on your phone, with the word Facetime underneath.

“Oh Jesus.” You breathed out, glancing at Hoseok. He got up, motioning that he would be outside the room so that you could take the call. “Why on earth does he want to Facetime me?” you asked yourself, before forcing yourself to accept the call. While you were expecting to see your ex-husband on the screen, instead you saw both of your girls. They were sitting on a bed, the phone being held shakily by Min Ja as she tried to get both her and her sister in the frame. When they showed up on the screen, Min Ja gasped.

“It worked! Hyo Bin, it works! Hi, Mommy!” She shouted.

“Mama!” Hyo Bin gasped. You could see both of their hair was attempted to be put into braids or high ponytails, most likely but Weong-Bin, but it was so sloppily done that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Did Daddy do your hair for bed, girls?” you asked curiously.

“Mhm!” Min Ja grinned. You heard the door to your room open, and Hoseok peeked his head in.

“Is it just the girls?” he asked curiously. When he saw you nod, he grinned and hurried over to your side, pushing himself into the frame. “Hi, girls!” He said happily.

“Mr. Hobi!” Min Ja shouted in excitement. “Are you and Mommy having another date?!” Both of you shared a glance, unable to control the smiles on your faces.

“Something like that.” You said to the girls. “Did you girls have a fun day with Daddy?”

“Yeah! He took us shopping, and tomorrow we’re going to watch movies!” Min Ja exclaimed.

“Oooo that sounds fun.” You said happily. You were glad that Min Ja’s mood seemed to have improved from the day before when she had heard you and Weong-Bin fighting. “I can’t wait to see you Monday so you can tell me all about your time with Daddy.” You said happily.

“Mama, look!” Hyo Bin held up her hand. Min Ja lifted her hand up too. It seemed that both of them had on temporary tattoos of Pororo. “Pororo! Look!”

“I see.” You said, despite the slight lag that mad the girls freeze and unfreeze for a few moments at a time. “So cool. Do I get one?”

“Noooo.” Min Ja giggled. “But Mr. Hobi gets one!” You gasped as a huge grin formed on Hoseok’s face.

“Yes!” He said, giving a thumbs up to the camera as the girls began to giggle at how happy he was. “We can all match.”

“I’m hurt.” You said, pretending to cry into your hands. It only made the girls laugh harder, knowing that you were only teasing because you pulled that card so often. As you continued to talk to the girls about their time shopping, you heard the door in the girl’s bedroom open.

“Alright girls, give Daddy back his phone. It’s almost time for dinner.” You heard Weong-Bin speaking to the girls off-screen, and they both looked over at him. You felt your heart begin to race as you heard his voice, which right now was soothing and peaceful as he spoke to his girls. It immediately made you think back to when he was grabbing at your face, screaming at you and demeaning you exactly 24 hours prior to this. However, you tried to keep yourself from overreacting. He most likely wouldn’t even be on screen, or at least, you would hang up before he could.

“Okay, well I’m gonna go cook dinner too, okay? I’ll call you girls before bedtime.” You said to the girls, watching as they turned right back to the screen to look at you. “I love you, girls!”

“Okay! Bye, Mommy!” Min Ja said, waving. “I love you too!”

“Bye, Mama! Bye, Mr. Hobi!” She waved eagerly. In that moment, you felt as if you were going to die. You glanced at Hoseok, who looked just as taken aback as you. Despite what he said about your relationship and Weong-Bin, it was obvious neither of you planned to tell Weong-Bin about your relationship just yet. You mentally cursed yourself for raising a polite child.

“Bye, Min Ja. Bye, Hyo Bin.” He said.

“Min Ja, give Daddy the phone.” You heard Weong-Bin say off-screen. You let out a shaky breath. He sounded sterner than he did before, but not angry. “Can you go take your sister to the dining room, and I’ll be right in?” he asked. As the sound of scampering feet exited the bedroom, you finally saw Weong-Bin put his face on the screen. “…..Hello.” He said, smiling a bit.

“What do you want, Weong-Bin?” You asked curiously.

“Nothing. I just thought I would say my hellos before we go.” He said simply. He looked at Hoseok, who was still in the frame. “How are you doing, Hoseok?”

“Fine, and you?” Hoseok asked simply.

“I’m doing great.” You could see Weong-Bin smile, but there was anger in his eyes. “Well, I’d love to stay on and talk to you two….but the girls are hungry.” You nodded.

“I’ll be calling the girls before bedtime.” You said simply. Weong-Bin only replied with a nod. “Bye.” Almost immediately, you ended the call with a shaky hand. “…I didn’t want him to know yet.” You said simply. “I know he knows; I could see it in his eyes. Oh, God.” You covered your mouth with your hand as you tried to think of what to do. Hoseok checked the clock, before standing up and turning to face you. He could see how nervous this made you, and he reached out to take your hands.

“Come on.” He said. “Let’s make some dinner before I head out for the night.” He said gently. You nodded, standing up, both your hands still in his as he led you into the kitchen.

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“Min Ja.” Weong-Bin said to his daughter as they sat around the table eating. Min Ja looked up at her dad after swallowing her bite of food. “Does Hoseok come over and spend time with Mommy all the time?” Min Ja raised an eyebrow at the question. She was so used to calling Hoseok “Mr. Hobi” that she had yet to learn another thing to call him by. “…Mr. Hobi, honey? Don’t tell me your mother calls him that too.”

“No, but I do.” Min Ja said.

“Anyway, is he always over?”

“Mhm. He took us on that trip to the zoo!”

“Yeah, I know that.” Weong-Bin smiled a bit.

“And sometimes he comes over for dinner, and he plays with Hyo Bin and me, and we watch Pororo and sing songs and color. It’s lots and lots of fun!”

“That sounds great.” Weong-Bin said. “What else?”

“He helps me with my dancing too.”

“Does he ever spend time with just Mommy?”

“Uhm, I don’t know.” Min Ja said. “Sometimes they talk, or they watch TV with us. Mr. Hobi reads up bedtime stories, too.” Weong-Bin pursed his lips, nodding as he listened to Min Ja share more stories of experiences, she had with Hoseok, from dance class, to dinners, to bedtime, it was obvious the girls were fond of him. Hyo Bin conveyed this as well, telling her dad about the alpaca from the zoo as best as she could. While Weong-Bin loved seeing his daughters were happy, it angered him that this happiness was found with Hoseok.

Later that night, Weong-Bin put his girls to bed, reading them their story and kissing them goodnight as he watched their eyes close and their bodies melt into their comfy blankets. As he closed the lights and exited the room, he finally let out a deep breath. As he headed into his bedroom, the thought about all the times that Min Ja said Hoseok had come over. He’s over there right now, so I’m sure he’s been there alone many times before. He thought to himself as he quietly got himself ready for bed. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He was trying to keep his cool, but it wasn’t working. He ended up going onto his balcony to smoke a cigarette and began thinking of the best possible way to work around this little obstacle he has come across in terms of you.

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It had been a few days since Hoseok was at your house that night, and ever since, he felt as if he was on cloud nine. When the girls came home from their fathers, you had told him that it was awkward, but he didn’t come in or say much of anything to you. He kissed the girl’s goodbye and left without much else. It had made you glad he didn’t start anything, but also nervous about exactly why he didn’t bring anything else up. Hoseok felt the same way when he heard about the encounter. However, he had no intention of letting Weong-Bin damper his mood. He was thrilled that the two of you had officiated your relationship, and when he told Namjoon and Yoongi, they said that they were glad they could help forge a new relationship by allowing him to leave the bar that night. Hoseok laughed at Yoongi’s joke, but he really was grateful that they had no issue with him leave when you had called.

Now, it was Tuesday afternoon. You had called him on the train ride to work after getting the girls to daycare, and Hoseok exclaimed his excitement to see you tonight when you brought the girls in that afternoon. For the time being, however, he was glad he could kill time by working. He had helped Jimin plan out a few upcoming schedules, and the duo even looked into competitions. Now that the studio was gaining more attention from the recital and the heavy presence Jimin was beginning on social media, they were excited to start getting the name out there even more. However, that meant that at practice, all dancers needed to work harder.

“I’ll have Jin-Young make some phone calls and look into some of these competitions.” Jimin said as he finished writing down all the necessary information that the secretary would need in order to make these calls.

“Sounds good.” Hoseok said, looking up at the clock. His first group of lessons for the day was coming by soon, and he needed to get ready. “Anything else you need from me?” he asked curiously. Jimin scanned the paperwork and looked back up.

“I think we’re good. I need to get ready for the afternoon classes, myself.” He said, standing up. He and Hoseok gave each other a ‘good luck today’ high-five and headed to their own dance studios to prepare for their lessons.

Hoseok had gained another hip hop class – which one of his students eagerly named “Hip-Hope Classes” due to Hoseok’s positive and enthusiastic teaching – and had even begun to teach a few private and smaller lessons. It was about 3 when his first small class came in, a group of students who had just started college and were in a dance group together. They had claimed to see clips of Hoseok’s work online and were fascinated with his skills, begging him to teach them too! He was flattered, and it didn’t take long for Hoseok to see the passion these boys had and take them under his proverbial wing.

“Mr. Hoseok!” One of the boys, an 18-year-old boy named Hae Sang-Chol, shouted in excitement. He was the leader of the pack of five boys, a rambunctious and hyperactive boy who was always ready to practice. He practically flew into the room, alerting Hoseok of their arrival with his loud and demanding voice. He was brought by to reality by Ji-Tae, another 18-year-old who stopped him and forced him to politely bow in respect to their teacher. Hoseok couldn’t help but enjoy the presence of these boys.

“Hello!” He said happily. “I hope the classes went well today.”

“They went great, thank you.” Ji-Tae said, smiling. As the other boys said their hellos and the group spent about 5 minutes chatting about what had happened the past week, Hoseok clapped his hands.

“Alright! This dance isn’t going to learn itself! You all have been practicing, right?”

“Of course!” Sang-Chol stated eagerly.

“Then show me.” Hoseok turned on the music as the boys got into place. “Okay, ready, 1…2…3…” Hoseok crossed his arms as he sat back to watch the boys practice their dance. They had a dance competition through their college coming up and they really wanted to win, as most of their classmates did not see any potential in their skills. These five boys were a pretty new dance group together, started by Ji-Tae and Sang-Chol during their high school years and expanding with their other three members by the time they entered college. Hoseok seemed to have a lot of faith in these boys, more than their classmates did, hence why the boys were so fond of him in the few weeks they had known each other.

After the boys did a dry run of the dance, Hoseok was ready to teach them what they needed to fix, what they could improve, and how they could tighten their movements. Then, they would try again. And again. And again, until they got it right. The boys were worked to the bone by Hoseok, though he kept it fun and educating, they wouldn’t have it any other way.

While Hoseok was busy working with these boys, and their time was coming to a close, the door to the dance studio opened. Jin-Young, the twenty-six-year-old secretary was just hanging up the phone with a possible competition lined up for the dance studio’s contemporary dance division. When she heard the door open, she looked up to see a handsome man, dressed in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, and pushing his hair back with his hand. It piqued her interest, and she smiled as he walked to the counter.

“What can I help you with, Sir?” she asked curiously. The man smiled, leaning forward to look at the girl. A charming grin formed across his face.

“What’s your name, dear?” he asked curiously.

“Baek Jin-Young.” She said happily. “What about you?”

“Cho Weong-Bin.” He said simply, offering a hand to her, which she happily accepted. The duo shook hands, and Jin-Young’s eyes sparkled.

“Oh! You’re Min Ja’s father!” She said. “I remember seeing you at the dance recital. Aw, your girls are so adorable.” Weong-Bin smiled a bit.

“Well thank you.” He said. “Now, I need you to do me a favor, Miss. Jin-Young.” He said. The woman nodded curiously. “Is Jung Hoseok available?”

“He’s actually in a private lesson right now. I can call him if you need me too.” Weong-Bin shook his head.

“No need. This will only take a moment. He’s in a private lesson, you said?” When Jin-Young nodded, he chuckled. “I’m a huge fan of his dancing. Would I be able to go take a peek and ask him a quick question?” Jin-Young seemed a bit hesitant, and Weong-Bin immediately sensed this. “It’s alright if you can’t, it’s just urgent.”

“….You promise you’ll only be a minute?” she asked curiously.

“Thirty-seconds, even.” Weong-Bin grinned. Jin-Young sighed, offering him a smile.

“Alright, his studio is straight down the hall, the last door on your right. His lesson should be over soon, you may be able to get more than just thirty seconds.” Weong-Bin took Jin-Youngs hand, smiling happily.

“You’re so helpful, thank you.” He said, waving her off. Jin-Young watched him head down the hallway, sighing in bliss.

“God, he’s so handsome…” she mumbled to herself, sitting back in her chair before she ended up returning to her list of phone calls.

Weong-Bin headed down the hallway, the sound of different genres of music coming and going as he passed each room. Tap music could be heard, jazz, ballet and contemporary. Weong-Bin’s eyes scanned the ballet room, where he saw a quick glimpse of Jimin. He was instructing what looked like older women and men in their ballet moves. He passed by the door quickly, and finally found it, the last door on the right. Glancing in, he saw Hoseok standing with five boys, all of whom were sprawled out around the room, gasping for air as Hoseok walked around. Weong-Bin couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was obvious Hoseok was instructing them on something. He quickly knocked on the door, altering the attention of the six boys in the room.

“Come in.” Hoseok called quickly, and Weong-Bin unlocked the door. He stepped in, and he immediately saw Hoseok’s eyes widen a bit in surprise. Weong-Bin knew this was the last person he expected to see, and that was exactly what he wanted.

“Jung Hoseok.” He said, still offering a warm smile behind venomous words. “Am I interrupting?” Hoseok looked around at the boys, who were confused as to what was going on. They could most likely sense the tension that filled the air when he walked in.

“No.” Hoseok said after a moment of hesitation. “Is everything alright?” He walked over to the door. “If you’re looking for the girls, the last I heard from them was-.”

“I’m not.” Weong-Bin said quickly. “I’m looking for you. Can we talk outside?” Hoseok sighed, looking over his shoulder at the five boys who were standing up to their feet, getting ready to rehearse again.

“Everything okay, Mr. Hoseok?” Ji-Tae asked.

“Oh yeah.” He smiled. “Just restart the music and run the dance again. I’ll be right back in.” He turned back to Weong-Bin and the two of them went into the hallway. Hoseok closed the door, resting against it as he heard the music in the room start. “What do you need, Weong-Bin?” he asked.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush.” Weong-Bin said simply, setting his briefcase onto the floor. “I know you two ended things on decent terms in college, and now you’re both happy to see each other again, but I’m done playing games with both you and her. I want you to stop seeing my wife.” Hoseok blinked, a bit taken aback by the statement.

“…..No?” he asked curiously. “She isn’t even your wife anymore. In case you forgot, she divorced you.” Weong-Bin frowned.

“I’m trying to make amends with her and become a family for my girls, and you’re just being selfish by worming your way back into her life.” It took Hoseok a minute to process what Weong-Bin said because it didn’t sound right.

“…..That was…horribly backward.” Hoseok said simply. “I’m not having this conversation at my job. In fact, I don’t intend to have it ever, because I don’t intend to end the relationship.” Hoseok said simply. Hoseok looked at Weong-Bin, who was a few inches taller than him, but he looked very angry. Hoseok was slightly intimidated, but he tried his best not to show it. “I saw the bruises you left on her face, and you think I’m just going to step back and let you keep controlling her? I’m not doing it.” Weong-Bin glared at Hoseok, not thinking that this would be how it all went down.

“Listen you little prick-.” Weong-Bin said under his breath. “It’s not just her. I don’t want you hanging around my girls, either.”

“Why?” Hoseok asked. “Are you seriously telling me you’re jealous that they have good things to say about someone who makes their mother happy? And you called me the selfish one? Okay.” Hoseok sighed. “Weong-Bin, I’m ending this. Please leave.” Hoseok turned around and went to open the door, but Weong-Bin easily stopped him by grabbing a hold of his shirt. A frustrated groan left Hoseok’s lips. He just wanted to finish this lesson!

“I’m not done talking to you.” Weong-Bin said.

“Well, I’m done listening. I’m not ending my relationship because it’s what you want. What you two had is over.”

“What you two had is over too, you know. She left you long before she left me.”

“And I wonder why that is.” Hoseok said, turning back to face him. “If you hadn’t filled her head with all that stuff about long-distance relationships in order to get what you wanted, she never would have ended anything, and you know it. Honestly, you should’ve taken your own advice and watched the relationship “crash and burn” or whatever, over long distance if you have so many negative things to say about it. But you knew it wasn’t going to happen so you had to control her thoughts, like you always do, in order to get what you wanted. She’s not going to let you control her anymore, and that’s the end of it. Not so long as I’m around.” Hoseok took a deep breath. He could see how furious Weong-Bin was getting with every word Hoseok said. “I’ll say it again, please leave-.”

“What are you going to do if I don’t? Hit me? Do it, I dare you.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

This is getting ridiculous. Why am I still even having this conversation right now? Hoseok thought to himself. Before Hoseok could say anything, the door behind him opened and the boys were seen standing nearby. Sang-Chol looked furious, and the other boys were trying to keep him back.

“Hey! Are you giving Mr. Hoseok a hard time?!” Sang-Chol asked angrily. “Leave him alone!”

“Sang-Chol, knock it off. You’re going to get into trouble!” Ji-Tae said.

“I don’t care, this guy interrupts our lesson to treat him this way? Not on my watch!” Hoseok sighed.

“Sang-Chol, get a drink and relax, please.” Hoseok said sternly. “Go finish practicing, and stop eavesdropping.” He quickly closed the door again, hearing muffled voices of Ji-Tae and the others scolding Sang-Chol for his behavior. “But I agree with him you need to leave, Weong-Bin. This conversation is not going to end how you want it to.”

“Doesn’t look like you’re doing much to stop me.” Weong-Bin said simply.

As if on cue, the door slightly down the hall opened, and the ballet class was letting out. Jimin's’ class of dancers exited, carrying bags as they all laughed and talked amongst themselves. Jimin followed behind them, waving goodbye and giving a few extra pointers of one girl as she left with her friends. Once they were gone, his eyes fell on Weong-Bin and Hoseok, and he looked just as shocked at Hoseok did.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Your secretary said I could come to speak to Hoseok.” Weong-Bin said. Jimin looked at Hoseok, wondering what he would add to clear this up.

“And Weong-Bin was just leaving.” He hissed.

“Like hell, I am! I’m not taking orders from you, you bastard!” Weong-Bin snapped. He got close to Hoseok’s face but didn’t touch him. “I’ll make my demands clear again. Stop. Seeing. My. Wife!”

“She’s not your-.” Hoseok let out a frustrated groan. “-She’s not your wife, are you dense? No wonder she gets so stressed out talking to you!” Weong-Bin looked furious like he was waiting for the right moment to really strike and get Hoseok good. Jimin, not wanting a fight to break out, took a deep breath.

“Weong-Bin you need to leave before I call security and you’re banned from the studio and all of its future events.” He said simply. Weong-Bin glanced over. “You’re a smart man, I know it’ll kill Min Ja if you can’t come to anything she participates in here. Do you want that?” Weong-Bin stood upright again, grabbing his briefcase.

“Don’t threaten me, kid.” He hissed angrily. He glared at Hoseok one more time, who crossed his arms and rested against the wall. “Don’t think I’m giving up. You make me sick.” Hoseok didn’t say anything and just watched as Weong-Bin prepared to leave. “Tell your secretary not to let people in the back anymore if you’re going to lose your minds over it.” He snapped, before heading out of the building. Jimin let out a deep sigh, waiting for the sound of the front door to close before he approached Hoseok.

“Are you alright!?” He asked. “Tell me he hit you and I’ll call the cops.” Hoseok shook his head.

“Nah, he didn’t. He’s not that stupid…I don’t think.” He scoffed. “He’s just a delusional control freak. I’m not worried about him.”

“He looked like he was about to hit you, though.” Hoseok nodded, running a hand through his hair. It was during that motion that Jimin saw how badly Hoseok was shaking, and how pale his face had become. He most likely was bracing himself for a hit, his adrenaline running high as he remained stagnant as if his body had yet to determine if it should be in fight or flight mode. Now that the situation ended, the adrenaline that had gone unused was coming out in tremendous amounts of shaking. “Hyung if you want, you can go home. We can cancel your-.”

“Nah.” Hoseok smiled a bit at him. “I’ll take a walk after I finish this; I’ll be okay. I promised Min Ja I would stop in and see the new stuff she’s learning.” Jimin frowned a bit and Hoseok patted his shoulder. “I promise, I’ll be okay~.” He quickly headed back into the practice room, where he still saw the boys up against the door trying to hear what they could through the door. He chuckled a bit. “I lecture one of you for eavesdropping and I return to all five of you eavesdropping?” he asked playfully as he walked in.

“Is everything alright?” Ji-Tae asked, watched Hoseok walk over to his stuff. He grabbed some water and took a long swig of it before turning to them. He offered them a kind smile.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He said. The boys saw Hoseok’s water bottle shaking a little bit. Though it wasn’t as intense as when Jimin saw it, it was still somewhat noticeable. “We have about 10 minutes, so is there anything specific you want to work on?” he asked curiously.

In the last ten minutes of the lesson, they worked as hard as they could tightening movements and running the whole thing again. The boys saw Hoseok was a bit off after that confrontation from Weong-Bin, but they didn’t try to bring it up anymore, because Hoseok kept brushing them off and saying it was nothing to worry about. They knew it was true, and they shouldn’t be meddlesome, but seeing Hoseok like this was something they weren’t used to.

“Alright.” Hoseok said as the timer went off, signaling the end of the lesson. “Let’s get a drink and call it a day. You guys did great.” He watched the boys gather up their belongings. “We just need to tighten up some of your moves, Yo-Hwa, and we need to be faster during that middle dance break. Practice and you guys will be ready for that dance competition of yours.”

“Thanks, Mr. Hoseok.” Ji-Tae smiled as he and his friends gathered their stuff. Hoseok watched them say their goodbyes and head out. Sang-Chol approached him, fixing his beanie as he looked at his teacher.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. Hoseok sighed.

“Sang-Chol-.”

“I know it’s not my business and we haven’t been your students to long but that guy seemed like bad news. And from what I could hear, it sounded like he was going to beat you up! I don’t know why, and you don’t have to tell me, but I just hope you’re okay.” Hoseok chuckled a bit, patting Sang-Chol on the shoulder.

“Everything is fine. I promise. Thank you for worrying about little old me, but I have it all handled. Just focus on your dance and practicing, I want to see improvement next week.” Sang-Chol nodded, bowing his head before he left behind his friends. Hoseok walked over, closing the door behind him and locking it. He walked to the middle of the dance floor and sat down; his legs crossed as he stared at himself in the mirror. He let out a frustrated groan, before falling onto his back and sprawling his limbs out.

He loved you so much, why did he have to do through all of this bullshit to prove it?!

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 16 - Mom Friends

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.2k words

Chapter 16 - Mom Friends

Hoseok finished up his lessons in the middle of the afternoon, when you had already arrived with the girls for Min Ja’s dance lessons. After he finished with the final group, he took a walk to a nearby coffee shop and got himself something to drink, trying to clear his head. Hoseok was never a confrontational person, it wasn’t in his nature. Weong-Bin was so close to him, practically threatening and egging him on, encouraging him to fight in hopes that he would. Well, obviously Weong-Bin didn’t know Hoseok that well. It was a scary experience, but Hoseok knew he needed to be tough and not falter, that would be what Weong-Bin wanted.

If she finds out, it’s only going to stress her out more. He thought to himself. That’s the last thing I want to do to her right now… He pouted, kicking a rock as he walked down the street. But if he’s the one that tells her…ugh, I don’t even want to think about the stuff he would say to her! It was making him frustrated, but he didn’t want to let it get into his head. He saw the studio in his sights, and hummed, trying to put this all behind him for right now. You were most likely in there with the girls, and the thought alone made him excited.

As Hoseok walked into the studio, Jin-Young looked up from her spot behind the receptionist desk. The minute she noticed it was Hoseok walking in, she quickly hopped up out of her seat. She looked a bit panicked, and as if she had been teary-eyed at some point in the past few minutes.

“Hoseok.” She said as soon as he walked in. He glanced over. “I’m so….so sorry about what happened with Weong-Bin this morning.” She said quickly. Hoseok could see she looked upset, Jimin said he had spoken to her about not letting Weong-Bin in without reason from now on. “I knew I shouldn’t have let him into the back, I should have called you up here. I just…” she sighed. “I feel so stupid.”

I guess this whole thing is just gonna follow me around today no matter what I do, huh? Hoseok thought to himself, chuckling a bit as it crossed his mind. However, he could see she was truly bothered by this, and he offered her a kind smile. Lifting up a finger, he poked her quickly in the nose. She blinked, glancing up at him curiously.

“Don’t worry about it.” He assured her. “I know you didn’t do anything on purpose. Just be careful of Weong-Bin. He seems really charming and kind, but he’s so manipulative.”

“I know that now.” She chuckled a bit. “It’s a shame, I thought he was cute too.” Her attempt at a joke made Hoseok’s face twist into one of disgust. That made her laugh a bit more. “Well, I guess attractiveness men are based on more than just appearance.”

“Trust me, they are.” He said. He checked the clock, before looking back at Jin-Young. “They must already be in practice. I’m gonna go say hello.” He offered one more smile at Jin-Young, and she returned it as she watched him head down the hall and into Jimin’s practice room.

Jimin was just finishing up a practice run of dance when he saw Hoseok walk in. A smile formed on his lips as he offered his friend a quick wave. Then, his attention was back on the girls, seeing them standing in rows waiting for instruction. “Alright, girls,” Jimin said, resting against the wall. “I want you to pair up for The Mirror Game.” He said happily. The girls cheered as they scrambled around to find a friend and stand facing each other. A few kids came crying to him about not having a partner, but he very quickly shuffled them with each other and sent them on their way. “Remember that you need to copy what your partner is doing. And be sure to take turns leading.” He turned on a song to play as background music. The girls began doing different stances and moves, trying their best to copy each other as giggles began to emanate through the classroom.

You were sitting on the benches at the end of the room, Hyo Bin standing in front of you as she tried her best to do what she saw Min Ja doing on the dance floor. When you saw Hoseok walk in, a smile formed on your lips. He had walked up to Jimin and began to speak to him. As you watched them, you overheard the group of moms nearby talking about him again. They really were infatuated with him.

“I wonder why he’s always coming in here.” One said.

“He doesn’t have a daughter, does he?” Another asked.

“Oh no, I don’t think so.” Replied the third. You glanced over to them, slightly curious of where their conversation would go. When one of them caught your gaze, a brunette woman with hair that curled to her shoulders, you felt a bit nervous. You knew exactly who she was. So-Hee. Her daughter, San-Ha, was one of Min Ja’s closest friends in the program, the one who is going to the same school as her. The duo seemed to be pretty content just seeing each other once a week in class, but now that school was starting, Min Ja was starting to ask about playdates. Playdates were…something you hadn’t really experienced before, both during your marriage and especially after the divorce. You had put it off, but you were starting to be backed into a corner by your daughter.

“Do you think he has a thing for one of the moms here?” She asked, a grin forming on her face. Your eyes wandered over to her when she spoke to you, and you saw now a group of about four women looking at you, curious as to your answer. You didn’t know how to answer that, because you had two options: lie and be caught or tell the truth. Honestly, you weren’t sure what the outcome would be for either of those responses.

“Well…” you pursed your lips. “What do you think?”

“I mean I’m married, but…” she giggled. “I’d totally let him teach me the tango if you know what I mean~.” You blinked as the other mothers in the little group began laughing at her comment. You forced a nervous chuckle as you turned back to Hyo Bin, watching as she finally seemed to give up and plopped herself on the floor, whimpering in frustration as she began to cry. You saw Min Ja look up at the sound of her sister crying, which caused her to falter in her practice. Quickly, you stood up and scooped Hyo Bin into your arms, trying to soothe her and calm her about her dancing as soon as you could. She wasn’t in hysterics, but she was whimpering and trying to convey her frustration to you. Hoseok looked over at you when he heard Hyo Bin crying.

He thought back to this morning again, and it made his head start to hurt. He didn’t want to bring it up in the middle of you tending to your toddler. So, he simply put on a smile and headed over towards you, arms outstretched for the crying child in his sights.

“Hyooooo Biiiiiiin~.” He cooed, making the little girl look up. You did as well, and when he saw the smile grow on your face, it only made his widen as well.

“Who’s that?” You gasped, pointing at the thrilled man on his way. Hyo Bin wiped her eyes, trying to vent her frustrations to Hoseok now that he was close to her, her arms outstretched to him as he quickly scooped her up.

“Oooooh, are you trying to dance like Min Ja?” he asked, pointing to her older sister. Hyo Bin nodded, a shaky “uh-huh” escaping her lips. “How about I help you, okay?” Hyo Bin sniffled, nodding. You sat back down as Hoseok set Hyo Bin in a small area of the room that was out of the way of the lesson. He sat cross-legged as he looked at Hyo Bin. “Okay. Ready?” he took her hands as he helped her get into position. He was smiling as he tried his best, though he was not as well versed in ballet, he knew enough to help a two-year-old feel included.

As you were sitting, balancing your attention between both Hyo Bin and Hoseok as well as Min Ja’s lesson, you heard the sound of someone sitting next to you. Looking over, you saw So-Hee, fixing her hair as she offered you a kind smile.

“I feel like every time Hoseok comes in here, he’s totally all over you and your kids. You’re a lucky girl.” She teased. A shy chuckle escaped your lips.

“Yeah…I’m pretty lucky.” You admitted. “He…Hoseok is really good with my girls.”

“He must really like you.” So-Hee teased, offering you a playful nudge. “You should totally ask him out. You’re like the only single one in this cast of parents, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know how to answer that.” You admitted. Your response left So-Hee confused. “I mean…well…” Okay, maybe I’m being too anxious about this. It’s not that big of a deal that I’m dating him, I barely even talk to these women. You thought to yourself. After a moment of silence, So-Hee chuckled.

“You don’t seem to want to talk about it. That’s okay. I remember when you were going through the divorce how anxious and intense it must have been.” You glanced over to at her. “…I can be very observant.” She teased. “But if you don’t want to tell me anything, I get it.” She glanced back over at Hoseok, who had pulled Hyo Bin into his lap, allowing her to squeal in delightful giggles. “But you should take my advice.”

“…I already did.” You said. So-Hee blinked, now intrigued. “I dated Hoseok in college. We reconnected when he came back into town and…we’ve recently reignited out relationship.” When the words left your lips, you felt…weird. Not bad, not necessarily good, just…. weird. Your friends and family knew you had gotten back into the relationship, but you had only told them over text. It had yet to leave your lips until now, and that fact alone surprised you.

“…What?!” She grinned. “Oh my God, you little sneak and you never said anything until now?!” She gripped your arm, shaking you like a wild teenage girl. “I don’t believe you.” You chuckled a bit, seeing So-Hee smile in amusement as she continued to tease you. “That’s crazy! Oh, I need details on how that all is going.”

As the two of you, mostly So-Hee, continue to chat, the evening lesson came to an end. Jimin had the girls do a cool down, and told them what they should be practicing, before they got in their little group and did a goodbye cheer, before girls scattered to their parents. Min Ja hurried up to Hoseok and Hyo Bin, peeking over Hoseok’s shoulder as he looked up at her happily. You watched So-Hee’s daughter rushes up to her eagerly, and So-Hee’s attention turned from you as her daughter chatted her ear off.

“Mommy, are you and Min Ja’s mommy making a playdate? Pleeeeease say yes, Mommy!” So-Hee giggled as she grabbed her daughter’s bag.

“Nobody likes a nosey little girl, and you know better.” She said simply, standing up. You stood up too, seeing Min Ja rush over and hug her friend almost instantly, the two giggling in glee as they toppled over. “San-Ha!”

“Min Ja, your outfit is going to get all dirty if you keep rolling all over the floor!” You scolded, watching as the girls stood to their feet, dusting off their tutus as if nothing happened. So-Hee glanced at you, and from the corner of her eye, saw Hoseok walking over with Hyo Bin in his arms. She smiled, turning to him.

“Hoseok-Oppa~.” She teased, grinning. Your face turned red as Hoseok immediately began to laugh at the wild 26-year-old.

“So-Hee, knock it off.” He teased in between little giggles. So-Hee held your arm as she told her daughter to get her sneakers on, then turned straight back to you and Hoseok. “I finally learned why you’ve been turning down my coffee dates.”

“…Because you’re married?” he asked. So-Hee clicked her tongue at his obvious avoidance of her joke.

“Well, yeah. But the second, and more important reason-.” She motioned over to you. “You’ve been having your eye on this cutie pie over here.”

“So-Hee…” you sighed softly. “Stop it.”

“Awww, don’t be embarrassed.” Hoseok said. “She’s not wrong.”

“Hobi….” You pouted a bit, taking Hyo Bin back into your arms.

“Mommy, I have my sneakers on.” San-Ha said, tugging at her mom’s arm.

“Okay, honey.” She said happily. “Say goodbye to Min Ja.” You watched the girls quickly offer a hug to each other.

“You need to tell your Mommy to let us have a playdate soon!” Sun-Ha begged her friends, hugging her tightly.

“Okay, I’m gonna try!” Min Ja nodded, a confident grin on her face. She quickly turned to you, her hand tightly clutching San-Ha’s as she looked at you. “Mommy-.”

“I’ll think about it.” You said quickly. So-Hee chuckled at how quickly you responded to your daughter, and a pout formed on her face. “We need to get home now so I can make dinner.”

“Well…” So-Hee turned to you, offering you a little business card with what looked like her phone number. “Call me when you have time. I have a pretty flexible schedule.”

“Mommy said her job is sitting on the couch and drinking her adult grape juice.” San-Ha added, nodding. Behind you, you heard the sound of Hoseok begin to laugh, covering his mouth. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit too, and the girls, even though they didn’t understand what was so funny, giggled anyway, because the adults were. So-Hee turned back to you.

“That aside, like I said, let’s get the girls together before school starts up. Give me a call, okay?” You nodded.

“Alright. I will.” The sound of two young girls squealing in excitement flooded your ears and you waved So-Hee off.

“Bye~.” She said happily, taking San-Ha’s hand as the duo headed out of the room. You sighed, looking down at the card in your hand. Suddenly, you felt Hoseok rest his head on your shoulder. Looking towards him, you saw he was smiling.

“You don’t look happy.” He said.

“I am. Min Ja’s been wanting the playdate, I’m glad we finally connected. But…” you looked at Min Ja, while also setting Hyo Bin down on the floor. “Min Ja, can you take Hyo Bin and go say hi to Mr. Jimin for a minute?”

“….Okay!” She said, taking her sister's hand as they headed towards the instructor who was beginning to tidy up. When they were gone, and it seemed almost all the other mothers had taken their daughters out of the room, you looked at Hoseok.

“I have no bad blood towards any of the other parents here.” You stated. “But I never talk to them. This is the first time I’ve had a conversation with any of them.”

“Why is that?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t know.” You admitted. “When I was married, Weong-Bin told me to drop her off and then make sure dinner was ready when we all got home, so I went back home to get that prepared. After the divorce, I was so busy working, it took a long time to get time to even come to the lessons.” You glanced over to Min Ja, who was talking to a crouched down Jimin. “I never had any mom friends. I didn’t know how to talk to any of those girls. We’re not the same.”

“That’s not true.” Hoseok said. “You’re all moms.” A laugh escaped his lips as you nudged him for his joke. “I’m serious.”

“I know, but that isn’t what I mean.” You added. “They’re all married, some don’t even work, they just sit back and gossip and chat and…drink their adult grape juice.”

“Heh. Well, that’s another thing you have in common.” He added. You chuckled. “Well, at least you have a mom friend now.” He said.

“She thought I should ask you out…” you mumbled.

“You should.” He grinned, and you finally laughed a bit. “How about…. we go to a movie one night when you can get your babysitter.” You couldn’t help but nod.

“That sounds good.” You said happily. Hoseok smiled. “I should probably go. Are you coming over for dinner tonight?”

“Aaaah, no, I don’t think so.” He said. “I’ve been a bit out of it today.” He saw you frown and sighed softly. A piece of him wanted to tell you about what happened with Weong-Bin today, but he didn’t want to worry you over it. That was what he kept telling himself. But he had already held it off for the entire day, and that was already too long. “Listen, don’t get upset, okay?” Almost immediately, your frown deepened and your eyebrow raised.

“…Why?” you asked.

“…Weong-Bin came into the studio this morning and was giving me a hard time over our relationship. He was threatening me to end it.” Your eyes widened.

“What?!” You asked, Hoseok flinching at the sound of your voice. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Hoseok?!”

“I didn’t want to worry you.” He said quickly. “But…well, I’d rather you hear it from me than from him.” He saw that you looked a bit angry with him for holding it off. “I’m sorry. But it really wasn’t a big deal!”

“N-…” you ran a hand through your hair, stunned how quickly the conversation had jumped from mommy playdates to love triangle intimidation so quickly! “Not that big of a deal?! Hoseok…” Hoseok looked over his shoulder, seeing Jimin had looked up when he heard voices being raised. He quickly took your hand and led you outside the room, closing the door behind him. You were a bit shaken up from what he told you, and Hoseok knew he should have called you or something earlier. Why didn’t he, again? “Did he hit you or anything? I’ll call the police, I swear it.”

“No, he didn’t.” Hoseok said, smiling a bit. “Like I said, I just wanted you to know, but I’m not going to worry about it.”

“Not going to worry about it? Hoseok, I know you want to be the bigger man, and I respect that. But Weong-Bin is not going to take this well. I’m amazed I haven’t heard from him today!”

“I’m amazed too.” He said simply. “But if we spend all this time worrying about it and letting him freak us out, he’ll win. I’ve told you this already.” You groaned, covering your face.

“I know!” You shouted though you didn’t mean to. “I know, I know! I just… ugh! I cannot believe you waited until I was just about to leave to tell me this.” You said. Hoseok pouted a bit, putting his hands in his pockets.

“…Sorry.” He said. Before you could say anything else, the door opened, both of you looking over to see Jimin walking out with both of the girls in tow.

“Are we going home now, Mommy?” Min Ja asked.

“…Yeah.” He said. “Of course, honey. Do you have everything?” When you saw your daughter hold up her ballet bag in one hand and Hyo Bin’s hand in the other, a smile formed on your face and you felt your heartbeat slow down.

“Bye Mr. Jimin. Bye, Mr. Hobi!” Min Ja said happily.

“Bye-Bye Misser Hobi. Bye-Bye Misser Jimnie…” Hyo Bin repeated. Jimin smiled.

“Bye-bye girls.” He said. You offered to take Min Ja’s bag and turned to Hoseok, who offered a smile down at the girls as he waved and said good night. A sigh escaped your lips as you walked over to Hoseok, kissing his cheek. He looked over at you, seeing you scoop up Hyo Bin.

“I’ll be setting a plate for you.” You said simply, unable to hide your smile. Hoseok chuckled a bit.

“I’ll be there in a little bit.” He replied.

“Is Mr. Hobi coming home from dinner?!” Min Ja gasped. You nodded and she squealed. “Yay!” She said happily. “We’re having Japchae! Japchae, Japchae!”

“Oooo, yummy. I can’t wait.” Hoseok said. You smiled as you said your goodbyes and led your girls out of the studio, the sound of Min Ja cheering ‘japchae’ fading away as you exited the studio. Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Auuugh, she can be so scary when she’s upset.” Hoseok huffed, making Jimin laugh a bit. “I knew she’d be upset but I didn’t think she’d be upset at me!”

“Well you waited, what…6 hours to tell her that her ex-husband is threatening you?” Jimin asked. “I’d be mad too.”

“Okay, you’re no help.” Hoseok huffed, making Jimin laugh again. He knew he should probably clean up and get ready to go if he wanted to make it to the house for dinner, so without another word, he simply headed to the closet and grabbed a broom.

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The sound of knocking alerted your attention to the door just as you finished setting the table. Min Ja looked up from the table, a grin forming on her face, realizing that it was Hoseok at the door.

“Mommy, Mr. Hobi!” She squealed, watching your head towards the door.

“I know.” You smiled a bit, dusting your hands on your pants as you went to open the door. Upon opening it, Hoseok was standing there, a smile on his face.

“Am I late?” he asked curiously.

“No. You’re just on time, actually.” You said, letting him into the house. You watched him take off his shoes, before he blinked as if he realized something at the last minute.

“Oh right!” He said, grinning. He reached into the bag that he carried with him. “I didn’t want to make it obvious so I carefully put it in here but-.” He lifted out a little rose, handing it to you. “Here you go~.”

Almost immediately, you felt your breath catch in your throat. You took the rose into your hands and examined it, smiling up at him.

“What made you buy this?” you asked curiously, watching Hoseok shake a hand in his hair as he offered you a goofy smile.

“I just felt like it.” He said simply. “You better take extra care of it.” He nodded. “I worked really hard to find the perfect ‘I’m sorry’ flower.”

“Oh, my goodness.” You sighed. “You didn’t need to get me an ‘I’m sorry’ flower, moron.” You said, taking his hand as you led him inside. “Let’s go eat, huh~?” you hummed happily. He nodded, following you into the kitchen. The girls happily said their hellos to Hoseok as he sat at the table, watching you put the rose into a little cup of water before joining them.

After dinner that night, Hoseok helped you get the girls into bed before the both of you took a seat on the couch, exhausted sighs escaping your lips. It was silent for a few moments, and Hoseok looked over to you. He saw you run a hand through your hair.

“You promise me he didn’t hurt you right?” You asked him softly. Hoseok shook his head.

“No. He tried, but he didn’t hit me or anything.” Hoseok said. You nodded, laying your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. “He was being really intimidating, though. I didn’t realize he was taller than him until he was right in front of my face.” You chuckled a bit.

“Yeah. He is pretty tall.” You agreed. The sudden feeling of Hoseok’s hand running through your hair made you hum a bit. “Are you staying tonight?”

“Do you want me to?” he asked curiously.

“Of course, I do, silly.” You glanced up at him. “I always want you to stay here.”

“Well you were upset with me.” He hummed, pouting. “I honestly thought I would be in the dog house for a few days and I was trying to mentally prepare myself.” You giggled.

“Is that why I got an ‘I’m sorry’ rose?” you asked curiously.

“That’s exactly why.” He responded, and both of you giggled.

“You’re an idiot.” You said simply, poking his cheek. He hummed a bit, smiling enough to expose his cute little dimples. “You must be tired. It sounds like you had a long day.”

“I did.” He said simply, his head finally lolling to the side to gently rest on top of yours. You nodded, lifting yourself off of the couch, a hand reaching out to take Hoseok’s.

“We’re still on for that movie date, right?” you asked. Hoseok chuckled, leaning in to offer you a kiss on the nose.

“Of course.” He said. You nodded, smiling as you led him into the bedroom for a much-needed good night sleep together. It was the best kind of sleep, in your opinion.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 6 - Wine Clears My Head

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.2k words

Chapter 6: Wine Clears My Head

You followed Weong-Bin to a bench on one of the streets, where he motioned for you to sit down. Reluctantly, you did so, and Weong-Bin sat right beside you. You leaned back against the bench, glancing over at Weong-Bin as he looked around the area. There was a moment of silence, but he turned to you.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“No,” you said simply. “What do you want to talk about?” Weong-Bin sighed, running a hand through his hair before he spoke.

“Can I start by asking what happened to your hands?”

“I burnt them this morning.”

“On what?”

“Coffee. Now can we continue?” Weong-Bin rolled his eyes.

“You’re so clumsy, Jesus.” He muttered.

“I’ll leave if you want.”

“No, no! Okay… You know I meant what I said yesterday, right? About wanting to get back together.” You were hesitant but nodded.

“I know.”

“I really do care about you…” he said gently.

“Well, you have a funny way of showing it sometimes.” You admitted.

“I know, I know.” He sighed. “I’m not happy with how I act when I get frustrated.” A moment of silence fell over you, and you watched people pass you by. “I only want what’s best for the girls. It’s always been that way.”

“I know that.” You said simply. “But if you want me back so bad, why did you cheat on me back then??” Weong-Bin took a deep breath.

“I was upset…. we were going through a lot of stuff with…well…” he cut it off there. “You know.” You nodded in agreement as you rubbed your arm, eyes falling onto your lap. “I just did it. And I regret it.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t accept that.” You said softly. Weong-Bin let out a deep sigh, and he sounded frustrated through it.

“…Okay, fair…” he said. You glanced at him, and you couldn’t help to once again think back to the good times, even when those good times became few and far between. Weong-Bin’s job made him wealthy, he showered you and eventually the girls with anything he could think of. You went on trips, you ate at the most expensive places, you went to fabulous parties for his work. It was a nice life and you couldn’t deny any of that. But, with every good memory that flooded into your mind, three negative memories came in and swallowed them whole. Arguments, doubts, name-calling on both ends, affairs, that horribly messy divorce…You didn’t know if you wanted to risk going through that again, hell, if you even could handle it again.

“There’s a part of me that wants to believe you, Weong-Bin.” You admitted. “I want to be a family again for the girl’s sake but…I can’t. I just can’t.”

“…Is it because of Hoseok?” you sighed, shaking your head. “What’s even your relationship with him now?”

“I don’t….” you paused. “I don’t know. But regardless, he has absolutely nothing to do with my choice.” Weong-Bin didn’t look convinced with your answer. “Besides, it’s like I said, you sprang this on me out of nowhere.”

“I didn’t want to do that.” He said. “I mean it when I said that I had the entire thing planned out. But after I saw that you and Hoseok reunited, I’ll be honest, it pissed me off and I…. well, I overreacted.”

“Yeah, I know.” You said simply. Weong-Bin turned to you, and when you turned towards him, he gently took your hands into his.

“I’ve always loved you. That’s never changed. I loved being a father and a husband and working man and….it was all so perfect and I curse myself every day that I fucked it up. I want to make it right.”

“Weong-Bin…” You mumbled. “I…. I need time to think, at least.” You said. That was it, Weong-Bin had enough. He let go of your hands and turned away from you, staring ahead as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked irritated and inconvenienced.

“Come on!” He said. “After all that?! I said all the right things, and I mean them!” He said. When he saw your shocked expression, he quickly stopped himself. Coughing into his hand, he shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I-.”

“This is exactly why I won’t take you back.” You said simply, standing up. “I believe you meant everything that you have told me, but it’s this yelling and the way you talk to me… I dealt with it for so long, and I can’t do it anymore.” You felt a lump in your throat. “I only tolerate you now because you gave me two kids, but if they weren’t here, I’d never want to hear from you again.” You fixed your bag. “That doesn’t strike me as a good sign to be in a relationship with you.” Weong-Bin sighed, leaning back against the bench.

“…I’ll change your mind. You’ll remember how happy you were with me, and you know it.” He said simply, looking at you. Hearing that made you chuckle.

“My point exactly.” You said simply. “Call Min Ja tonight, she’s still hurt you left. I’ll see you Wednesday night…” With that, you made sure to cute the conversation off there and turned around, speed walking to the train station. You didn’t bother looking behind you, as you quickly hurried onto the platform. While you waited for the train, you sent a message to Yuna saying that you would be home soon, and to meet at the apartment.

When you got to your apartment, Yuna was already inside using her key. She was given an extra just in case of any emergency calls, and you were grateful that you made that decision sooner rather than later. Opening the door to the apartment, you saw Yuna sitting around the coffee table with the girls. The girls were coloring, and Yuna seemed to be getting some studying done.

“Oh Yuna, you’re a lifesaver.” You sighed, dropping your bag on the floor as the girls looked up.

“Mama!” Hyo Bin shouted, looking up at you as you walked over to the table. “Look! It’s a kitty!”

“A kitty, wow.” You hummed. Min Ja walked over to show you her picture as well.

“Mine is a picture of you!” She said happily. You smiled, taking the picture as you kissed her forehead.

“Yuna, I’m so sorry this was so sudden.”

“No, it’s okay.” Yuna assured. “I just hope everything is okay.”

“Everything is fine.” You assured. “Again, I really appreciate it.” Opening your pocketbook, you pulled out the money you promised and handed it to her. She didn’t want to take it at first, but you reminded her that you hired her to be paid, so she kind of had no choice. With a smile, Yuna stuffed the money into her bag.

“Mommy, Yuna said she wants to be an idol.” Min Ja said as Yuna got up to get ready.

“Oh yeah?” You hummed, glancing at the teenage girl. “An idol, hm?”

“Yeah, I’ve been going to auditions. No luck yet.” She said, chuckling a bit. “There’sauditions coming up for JYP Entertainment, I’m going to try my luck there.”

“She’s super good, Mommy. I want to be an idol too!” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Min Ja’s enthusiasm.

“Well I wish you luck, Yuna. You’ll do great~!” You smiled encouragingly. The teenage girl blushed, smiling a bit.

“Thanks. I’ll be heading out, then.” Yuna said. “Bye girls.” She waved as the girls hurried and gave her a hug, which she happily knelt down to accept it. As you wrangled your girls into your arms, kissing them each, you waved Yuna out the door. Once it was just you and the girls, you lied on your back and groaned, covering your face. It wasn’t long before your girls hopped onto your stomach, making your grunt.

“Mommy, why were you late?” Min Ja asked.

“I had to work.”

“Is that why Yuna picked us up?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Min Ja looked at Hyo Bin, who snuggled herself onto your chest. You smiled, running a hand through her hair as Min Ja continued to talk, switching the conversation to what she did during her time at daycare. As you listened to her, you heard your phone begin to ring. Sitting up, you scrambled towards your phone and opened it. Weong-Bin was calling. Assuming it was for Min Ja, you answered it.

“Hello?”

“Are you home yet?”

“Yes. I just got in a few minutes ago.”

“Let me talk to Min Ja.” He said. Without a response, you turned to your daughter; she was looking at you with a curious expression.

“Min Ja, Daddy is on the phone.” Her eyes lit up as she took the phone into her hands.

“Hi Daddy!” She said eagerly. You watched as she talked to her father, your hand still going through Hyo Bin’s hair. You could hear Weong-Bin’s voice faintly on the other end, apologizing for leaving the recital, but saying the Min Ja did a wonderful job. Though Min Ja was still upset, talking to her father definitely lifted her outlook on the entire situation. After some time, Min Ja hung up the phone.

“What did Daddy say?” you asked curiously.

“He said he was sorry and that he would see us soon.” She nodded. “Then he told me to hang up the phone first. So, I did.” Rolling your eyes, you took the phone back and checked the time. It seemed like now was a good time to get the girls bathed, and then you would start dinner up.

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That talk with Weong-Bin was no help. If anything, it made everything a lot worse. If Weong-Bin had kept his cool attitude straight through until the end of the conversation, you had to admit to yourself that you may have been singing a different tune. But you knew that was how he was, being sweet as a button one minute, but it took one thing that he did not want to hear to set him off. He was like a child in that aspect. With this weighing on your shoulders, you couldn’t focus on anything. It was bringing your mood down, it was bringing your energy down…you didn’t feel like yourself, and it was bothering you. When you got like this, it was only up to a few hours you would go through the motions, and then be fine. But now, it had been almost four days. Tonight, the girls were with their father, leaving you alone in the house. You figured this was a good time for some self-care.

You drew yourself a bath after dinner, sitting in there until your fingers and toes became prunes. The wine was prepared, you had your fluffiest pajamas out and ready to envelop you in their warmth, and Netflix was already pulled up with a variety of shows to watch. Hopefully, this would bring your mood up or at least make you feel less shitty. The bath was helping so far, relaxing your muscles and putting you at ease. So, it was a good start.

As you finished up your bath and slipped into your pajamas, you fell back onto the couch. After filling a glass of wine, bundling yourself up in a warm blanket, and flipping through Netflix, you allowed the glow of the TV and the warmth of the wine to envelope you.

“This is fine…” you mumbled to yourself, snuggling deeper into your blanket, and put the wine glass to your lips. “I need alone time.” Alone time left a chance for thoughts to come creeping into your mind.

I want to be a family again.

You responded to that thought by taking another drink of your wine.

I really do care about you.

Another sip.

Is it because of Jung Hoseok?

More.

I will change your mind. You’ll remember how happy you were with me, and you know it.

Two more drinks. Before you knew it, your wine bottle was almost done, and so was your head. It was swimming, but no longer from your intrusive thoughts. You had come to realize how you were spoiled with Hoseok visiting you when the girls were with their dad because now that he wasn’t there, you didn’t like the silence of the living room. It was something you had forced yourself to tolerate before, with your family living too far away, Nayeon keeping herself busy with school, and Taehyung’s job taking up a lot of his nights. Jungkook and Seokjin were most likely busy with school and work…That just left you, a sad sack in her fluffy pajamas and getting tipsy on wine while thinking about your love life.

“I can’t handle this.” You finally said, lifting up your phone. You scrolled through your messages until you fell upon Hobi, who was at the top of your messages list since he was the last person you talked to. You were talking about possibly meeting up for dinner soon, and you had recommended the restaurant that Seokjin had worked at. He was pestering you to attend ever since he got the job, and you were trying your hardest to make time. You hesitated for a moment. The last thing you ever wanted to do was to become dependent on Hoseok. After all, he was a single guy with single friends who were most likely out having a good time. Just because you made the decision to stop partying and going out when you had Min Ja, does not mean everyone else did. Staring at his contact information, you decided one text wouldn’t hurt.

Hey… (Sent 8:45 p.m.)

Setting your phone down, you fell back on the couch, nuzzling your head into a pillow. Your eyes stared blankly at the TV from now on, you weren’t too sure at this point what you were watching. The last movie had ended, and something new popped up in the queue. You were almost certain this was something you had seen before, but you had no strength anymore to change it. You didn’t even react at first when you heard your phone buzz underneath your body. Groaning, you shifted a bit, pulling the phone into view to see Hoseok’s name and selfie blaring bright light into your face. He was calling you. Quickly, you answered.

“Hello?” You groaned. You heard Hoseok hum when he heard the grogginess in your voice.

“Are you okay?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah…I just wanted to text you.” Hoseok could notice you were starting to grumble and slur some words. “I was a bit lonely tonight with the girls at their dad's.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” You chuckled a bit.

“You must be buuusssyyyy.” You cooed, your voice slurring as you reached out for more alcohol. “If you weren’t, the first thing out of your mouth with be if you could come by.”

“Heh, you must be drunk.”

“Mmmmm, maybe a little.” A giggle escaped your lips. “I’m…sorry I bothered you.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I was just preparing some stuff for work tomorrow.” He admitted. “It sounds like you need to go to sleep.”

“I do…” you said softly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep though.”

“Because you’re drunk on wine?” he teased. Another giggle escaped your lips, and Hoseok couldn’t help but smile.

“No….” you hummed. “Weong-Bin has been getting into my head again…” Hoseok’s lips almost immediately turned into a frown, and he sat back in his chair. “I don’t think I told you, but at the recital, Weong-Bin said that he wanted us to be a family again.” Hoseok blinked, trying not to give an over the top reaction.

“What did you say?” he asked curiously.

“…Well, I told him no….” you said, feeling your throat tighten and your eyes cloud with tears. “But he keeps calling my phone and texting me asking to talk to him. The other day he showed up at my work and worried the hell out of my coworker. He’s been worried for me ever since, the poor kid. I feel so guilty. And the girls have no idea what’s going on, but it’s been like four days and I’ve just been in such a rut. And I know that they know I’m not myself, you know?” A sniffle interrupted your rant, and you felt your throat close up for a moment as you tried to catch your breath. “And I burnt my hands the other day and they still hurt and nothing I’m doing to cheer myself up is working and I-.”

“Okay, okay.” You heard Hoseok quickly cut you off, and you stopped almost immediately. Your eyes were red and puffy now, and your heart was pounding in your chest. Was he tired of hearing you vent? He was busy after all. “I’m on my way over.”

“What?” you sat up, sniffling. “N-no, you don’t have to do that. I just wanted to call for a few minutes. Besides, your work-.”

“I’ll bring my work with me and do it there. It’s just paperwork and applications for the next session. Portable.” You heard the rustling of papers on Hoseok’s end, and you sniffled again. “Just stay by the door and I’ll let you know when I’m there.”

“I’m sorry…” you hiccupped.

“Don’t be sorry.” He said gently. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” With that, the two of you hung up. As silence filled the room again, the faint glow of the paused Netflix screen being your only source of light, you stood up off your couch. Dragging yourself to the door, you unlocked the knob and opened the latch, allowing Hoseok easy access when he arrived.

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“I’m here.” Hoseok chimed gently, knocking on your door. When he didn’t hear a response, he tried to open the door. He was surprised to find it was unlocked but stepped inside. “Hello?” He hummed, stepping into the apartment. Sliding off his shoes, he closed and locked the door before making his way into the living room. He called your name with a gentle, and worried tone in his voice.

“I’m on the couch.” You called back, just as Hoseok saw you. You were still curled up, stuck in that one position on the couch that you put yourself in after unlocking the door. He walked over, seeing you on the couch, a quarter-empty bottle of wine on the coffee table, and a wine glass that was empty as well.

“So, you must be really drunk.” Hoseok hummed, lifting up the wine glass and bottle. You glanced up, your eyes following him into the kitchen as much as they would allow before giving you a headache. Your ears told you what your eyes could not, that he dumped the rest of the wine out and put the glass in the sink to be cleaned. “When was the last time I saw you drunk? We were what, 19?” He teased, a smile forming on his face as he walked back to the couch. You pulled your knees up to your chest, allowing some space on the couch for Hoseok to sit. He turned on a table lamp before he sat beside you, and placed all of his work on his lap.

“Iiiiiiiiii think so?” You slurred, trying your best to think back. “I stopped drinking after I got pregnant.”

“When did you start again?”

“After the divorce.” You hummed, and Hoseok responded with a breathy chuckle. “I haven’t been really, really drunk though. Tipsy, sure, but…” you had to stop yourself to groan.

“Well that’s what you get for drinking a whole bottle of wine.” He said, flipping his little folder of work open. He was skimming through some applications.

“I have a lot on my miiiiiind!” You groaned, nuzzling the pillow under your head in defeat. “I know I’m going to regret it tomorrow.” Hoseok smiled a bit. “I’m sorry, I’ll let you do your work.” You hummed.

Nothing was said after that. Hoseok did his work for a little while, while you silently lied beside him. You had since turned off Netflix since you weren’t even really watching it anyway. There was nothing in particular that you wanted to say to Hoseok right now, just knowing that there was a body next to you in case you needed to speak, made you feel much more at ease than any bath or fluffy pajamas. Hearing him scribble away on his work, while also humming and making simple sounds of intrigue at every application that he looked at was like music to your ears at that moment, and that was most likely what sent you to sleep.

When Hoseok finished with some of his work, he was starting to get tired too. His eyes wandered to the digital clock on the TV stand, and he saw that it was pushing 11 o’clock. Setting his folder onto the coffee table, he stood up off the couch and looked towards you. He saw you were already sound asleep, your chest lightly rising and falling with every breath that you took. He noticed your body had to be contorted in order to make room for him to sit, and it’s been a few hours, so he was assuming that you were far from comfortable. Kneeling down, he gently reached out and shook your shoulder.

“Time to wake up.” He cooed, smiling gently as he heard you groan. “Come on, let me take you into bed before I head home.”

“Don’t goooo, Hobiiii.” You begged, your eyes still half shut as you struggled between slumber and alertness. Hoseok chuckled a bit. “I’m lonely….”

“I know, but you’ll be up and at work tomorrow, so it’ll be okay. Let’s get you to bed.” He helped sit you upright, and your eyes finally opened all the way, scanning the room with a tired and still drunk expression on your face. Hoseok chuckled. “How cute.” He cooed.

“Stop.” You pouted, nudging him. “Let’s just go…” you stood up, scratching your hair as you felt the blanket drop back onto the couch. Hoseok led you to the bedroom turning on the light before watching you shuffle to your bed. “Mmmmm….” You groaned, plopping down onto the comfort of your mattress. Nuzzling into the pillow, you felt Hoseok grab the blanket from the end of the bed and toss it over you, falling onto you and covering you in a warm embrace. “I’m sorry…” you mumbled.

“I told you not to apologize.” You heard Hoseok respond as he stood at the side of your bed. “Now, head to sleep.”

“Will you stay?” you asked softly, glancing up at him with a pout on your face. Hoseok sighed, putting his hands on his hips. He smiled down at you.

“Just go to sleep. I’ll hang around for a bit.”

“What time is it anyway?” you hummed curiously.

“Almost 11.”

“Oh…” You sighed, closing your eyes. “It’s so late. I don’t want you to travel in the dark.” Hoseok smiled more, watching your body begin to relax as slumber and your drunk state was beginning to take over you. “Promise you’ll stay. My couch is comfortable.”

“I know…” He chuckled.

“My bed is comfortable tooooo~.” You giggled a bit. “But I’m already in it~.” Hoseok felt his cheeks hit up a bit, but he began to laugh, an attempt to cover up any embarrassment he may have been feeling. “Mmmm, but you’ll take the couch. Because you’re good.”

“I’ll go get you some water.” He said. You heard him leave the room, and you hummed, nuzzling into your pillow. Your head was still pounding, and you lied down in your bed, gripping the pillow tightly as you tried to keep yourself awake until Hoseok came back.

When Hoseok returned to your room, water in hand, he tried to make his way in as quietly as he could, in hopes of not waking you if you fell asleep. When he approached your bed, he set the water down on the bedside table and tilted his head to look at you. In a short amount of time since he had exited the room, you had fallen back asleep. This time, instead of being curled up on the couch, you were sprawled out on your bed as you snored the minutes away. He knew now that he wouldn’t be able to wake you up if he tried.

“Oh, what am I going to do with you, hm?” he hummed, reaching out to brush some hair out of your face. The touch only startled you, but it didn’t wake you up. You just shifted, groaning a bit, but you continued to snore in your dream-induced slumber. Knowing that you were asleep, Hoseok quietly exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Hoseok found himself in the living room, and it was quiet. He looked around the room, putting his hands behind his head as he tried to think of what to do. He groaned, sitting on the couch as he ran a hand through his hair. He wasn’t too sure how long he decided to sit there, his mind glancing back towards your bedroom door from time to time. After what felt like forever, he looked towards the clock and saw that it had only been 45 minutes since you had entered your room and fell asleep.

“Well, guess there’s no helping it.” He hummed, standing up. He walked to the door, checked that it was locked, before walking to the couch and laying down, tossing the blanket over him, resting on the pillow, and staring at the ceiling until he too, was able to fall asleep.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 18 - Father-Daughter Talks

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.3k words

Chapter 18 - Father-Daughter Talks

Min Ja didn’t take to long to adjust to her new life. Before you knew it when you would go pick her up, she would be with San-Ha and groups of other friends, the group of them running around the playground by the school property while they waited for their parents to come and pick them up. A few little girls and boys, all in their uniforms as they happily laughed and chased each other around. You had to go through a lot of agreeing with Weong-Bin, but ultimately agreed that it would be a good idea to let him get the girls directly from school and daycare on Wednesdays, giving you more time to work and make your way home without rushing.

It was actually a Wednesday today, and Weong-Bin had approached the park his daughter was playing at. He was sitting on a bench, watching as Min Ja swung from the monkey bars, flinging her legs in an attempt to get away from the little boy who was considered ‘it’ in their game of tag. She seemed to be having a good time and had no reason to rush her for now, Hyo Bin’s daycare was still open for a good portion of the time. As he watched his daughter, his mind was wandering.

Min Ja only started school almost 2 weeks ago, so a majority of the school day was spent getting to understand how the school worked and getting to know each other. Min Ja, being the extrovert, she was, had no problem doing so, and she would be so excited to share her days with whoever picked her up. Weong-Bin was infuriated that he could only pick her up once a week. He was her father; he had a right to see his girls whenever he wanted. However, the courts didn’t see it that way, and he was stuck with only one weekday and every other weekend. Every other weekend?! He thought it was absolutely ridiculous. Meanwhile Hoseok got to see them every day and then some when he wasn’t even their father! The thought just…every time he thought about it, it infuriated him. When he felt his blood pressure rising, he stood up from the bench he was sitting on.

“Min Ja!” He called. His daughter looked up from the slide she was just about to go down. “Come on, it’s time to go. We need to go get your sister.” She pouted.

“Five more minutes?” She called out.

“No, I’m sorry. We need to get dinner!” Min Ja huffed, saying goodbye to her friends as she slid down the slide. She hurried over to her father, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder.

“Mr. Hobi lets me stay five more minutes.” She mumbled. Weong-Bin felt his blood rise even higher, but he took a deep breath to make sure it stayed level.

“Well, I’m sorry honey, but I’m not Mr. Hobi. I have a job to do.” He said simply, taking her hand as they began walking down the street. Min Ja looked up at her dad as they walked. She wasn’t stupid, she could sense when he was irritated.

“I’m sorry, Daddy…” she said softly. Weong-Bin glanced down at his daughter, sighing softly. He scooped her up into his arms.

“Don’t be sorry. Daddy just has a lot on his mind.”

“Like what?” Min Ja asked. It took him a moment to think of what he wanted to say, but he knew he should say something.

“Min Ja, Daddy is going to talk to you like a big girl, okay?” Min Ja’s eyes showed a glimmer of sparkle. She loved being spoken to like a big kid. “Do you know that Daddy loves Mommy very much?” He saw her nod, and he smiled a bit. “Good. Because I do. I love your Mommy very, very much.”

“Then why don’t you live with us anymore?” she asked curiously.

“Well, Daddy made a lot of mistakes for a long time.” He said. “So…Mommy told me I couldn’t live with you guys if I was going to make mistakes, it made us fight a lot.”

“I know.” Min Ja nodded.

“But Mommy said if I learned how to stop making so many mistakes, I could come to live with you and Hyo Bin again.” Her eyes went wide.

“Really?” He nodded. “Then when will you come back?” Weong-Bin thought about his next words very carefully. What he was about to say could possibly turn Min Ja totally against you and Hoseok, breaking any semblance of control you had over your tiny family and give him the chance to make everything better…

…Excellent.

“Well, that’s the problem.” He began. “Mr. Hobi is over a lot, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t live there.” Min Ja said, attempting to correct her father.

“I know that. But if Mr. Hobi is there, that means Mommy doesn’t want me to move back in, because Mr. Hobi is there instead of me. Do they always kiss and hug at home?” Min Ja looked confused.

“Yeah…it’s really gross…” Her little nose scrunched up. Weong-Bin smiled.

“Well, Mommy’s and Daddy’s kiss and hug.” Min Ja still looked a bit confused as to what she was being told.

“But Mr. Hobi is really nice…” she said. “When he comes over, we play tea parties and watch lots of Pororo, and he even knows how to braid my hair.”

“I know that, but that’s all the stuff I would be doing if I were living back with you and Mommy, right? Because you know how much I love you and Hyo Bin and Mommy.” Min Ja only nodded. “But if Mr. Hobi is there, then how am I supposed to live in the house? We can’t all sleep in Mommy’s bed, now can we?” The thought made Min Ja giggle a bit. “So, either Mr. Hobi is at the house, or I am. And I really want to be with you and Hyo Bin every day. Don’t you want that?”

“Mhm…” she said softly.

“Well, this is something that I want to tell you because you’re a big girl and I think you can handle it. Do you understand why I’m telling you this?”

“…I think so.” She said. “But if you do come live with us, they can’t Mr. Hobi just come to visit like he does anyway?”

“Well, it’s not always that simple.” He said. “But let’s stop talking about it for right now….” Min Ja nodded, resting her head on Weong-Bin’s shoulder as they arrived at the daycare.

That night, Weong-Bin spent a lot of time continuing the conversation that he and Min Ja was having on the walk home. She was asking him questions, having him clarify things that she didn’t fully understand, being as she was only 5 years old. Weong-Bin told her about his relationship with you in college, and brought up memories from Min Ja and Hyo Bin’s infancy, trying his best to play those moments up as positive memories. He put her to bed that night, kissed her forehead, and mentally high-fived himself for his own brilliance as he went to the balcony for a smoke.

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“Min Ja-.” Weong-Bin began, kneeling down to fix her overall skirt. “Promise me that you’ll keep everything you and I talked about to yourself, for now, okay?” They were outside the school, the sound of children rushing into the building to meet their friends overpowering any other noises that may be in the local area.

“…Why?”

“Because it takes time for me to talk to your Mommy. Please trust me. You know how sad it makes me when you don’t trust me, right?” Min Ja nodded and felt her father kiss her forehead. “That’s my smart girl.”

“Will you move back in soon, Daddy?” she asked.

“I hope so.” He smiled. “But for now, head to class, and learn a lot, okay? I’ll see you next weekend.”

“Okay. I love you, Daddy.” She waved to him before hurrying into the school building. Weong-Bin watched her as she met up with a few older kids she befriended, and stopped to say hello to a teacher. Once she was out of his sights, Weong-Bin stuffed his hand in his pocket and lifted up his briefcase. As he headed down the street towards his car that was parked nearby, he grinned to himself.

“That’ll teach Hoseok to fuck with my family.” He said, slipping into his car and driving off.

Min Ja had what her father had told her in her mind the entire school day. It was making her unable to focus because she was trying to understand what her dad was trying to say to her. Was Mr. Hobi a bad person? He didn’t seem like it. If anything, he was really nice. He and you never fought, and if you did, one of you was quick to apologize to the other. He doted on her and her sister every time he was there, which was pretty much every day now. He seemed so wonderful. But, if he was there, kissing and hugging you, would her Daddy ever come back to live with them? She wanted him to…didn’t she?

Before she had known it, Min Ja’s school day had ended just as soon as it began. San-Ha and her friends walked with and ban of fifth-grade boys to the playground nearby to play. While they all went on their way to watch the fifth graders play with some cool spinning tops, Min Ja crouched herself down by the sandbox, grabbing a stick as she began to create something in the sand. It felt like her head was beating like a loud drum, or the loud music Yuna plays when she babysits. She didn’t know what was going on with her head, but it was hurting her.

“Hey!” She heard a high-pitched voice call, pulling her from her thoughts. Looking up, she saw Hoseok crouch in front of her. He was beaming. “What are you making?” Min Ja glanced down, seeing a bunch of scribbles and piles in the sand that didn’t really stand out as anything in particular.

“…I don’t know.” She said.

“Oh, artsy.” Hoseok smiled. “Mommy has to work a little later than usual, so she told me to pick up you and Hyo Bin. Okay?” Min Ja took a good look at Hoseok as he crouched in front of her smiling like he always did. She was trying to look at him and think about what her Dad had told her at the same time, to see if something clicked in her head. It didn’t. Hoseok must have noticed she hadn’t spoken yet, and his smile turned into a frown. “Min Ja? Is everything okay?”

“…Yes…” she said softly.

“You look tired.” He smiled. “How about we go home and take a nap, yeah?” He stood up, sticking his hand out to her.

“…I don’t like naps.” She said, standing up and taking his hand. He began leading her down the street. The way the two of them talked to each other was normal, just like always. Hoseok asked about school, she told him whatever she could remember, and he would laugh. They managed to pick up Hyo Bin and head back to the apartment. Min Ja saw that Hoseok pulled out his own key. When did he get that? She thought to herself, the door sliding open to allow entry into the apartment. She stepped inside, taking off her shoes before tossing her backpack on the floor beside the door. She watched Hoseok setting Hyo Bin next to the coffee table. He saw Min Ja standing there too, and he smiled.

“You okay, Min Ja?”

“Yea, I’m okay.” She said. “I’m tired…”

“Then go take a nap. I’ll be here when you wake up. Do you need any help?”

“Uhm…no, I don’t think I do.”

“Okay.” He smiled. Min Ja hurried into her room and closed the door behind her. Hoseok tilted his head. He wasn’t oblivious, he could tell something was off about her. “I wonder if it was a rough day at school. What do you think, Hyo Bin?” he asked, glancing at the two-year-old who was scribbling all over one of the pages.

“Uhhhh…yeah.” She said, looking up at him. He smiled as they began to color together.

Min Ja ended up falling asleep for about an hour before you came to wake her up. You had gotten home about 45 minutes after the girls did, and Hoseok had told you that Min Ja seemed a bit lethargic.

“God, I hope you’re not getting sick.” You whispered to yourself as you knelt down beside your daughter’s bed. Attempting not to wake her up yet, you stealthily felt her forehead. There was no fever, thank god. “Min Ja…” you cooed gently, hearing her begin to stir. “Honey, wake up. You must be nice and refreshed now.” When Min Ja opened her eyes, she rolled over to look at you. “Hi, honey.” She smiled happily.

“Hi, Mommy.” She said.

“What’s wrong? Hobi said you looked really tired today. Are you feeling well?” She nodded. “Okay. Are you ready to get up now? Hobi and Hyo Bin are outside colorings.”

“…I have a coloring picture for school.” She said. “I need to draw a picture of my family.” You smiled happily.

“That sounds like a lot of fun. Why don’t you go start that?”

“Okay…” she got up, and that was when you noticed she was still in her school clothes.

“Let’s get you into some casual clothes first, huh?” you asked.

Once Min Ja was changed, you and she entered the living room again. Hoseok had Hyo Bin on his lap, the duo happily coloring on a big white piece of paper.

“What’s that?” he asked her curiously, pointing to what she was drawing.

“A cat.” She said, looking up at big. “A big, big cat.”

“Ooooo, very nice.” When heard footsteps, he looked up and saw the two of you approach. “Hi, Min Ja~. Do you feel better after your nap?”

“Yeah. I need to take a picture of my family for school, can I use your crayons?”

“Of course, you can.” He said happily. Min Ja took a seat next to him, taking a piece of paper, and a black crayon, before getting to work with her artwork. Hoseok watched her for a moment, smiling happily.

“How about I make something good for dinner? Sweet and sour pork?” You suggested.

“Yeah!” Min Ja said, looking over at you. The sparkle in her eyes made you feel at ease, knowing that whatever had her off balance would only be a temporary obstacle for her. “And rice and clear broth soup! And vegetable stir fry!”

“Aaaaaah, vegetable stir fry sounds so good!” Hoseok agreed.

“Okay, I’ll get to work.” You said, heading into the kitchen.

The next little bit of time was relatively silent since you were cooking and Hoseok was coloring with the girls. Min Ja had seemed to slowly come back to her usual self, Hoseok’s infectious happiness mostly likely being the cause by pulling her enthusiasm out of her tiny body and into existence again. She was cheering and coloring, sharing her thought process with Hoseok as she drew her, you and Hyo Bin in front of the apartment.

“That’s supposed to be Hyo Bin in Mommy’s arms.” She pointed out as she finished up the little bundle with a blurry smiley face inside of it that was in your stick arms. “I’m standing next to them. See, that’s my school clothes.”

“That looks so good.” He smiled. Min Ja looked at the rest of the paper and leaned forward to continue her drawing. Hoseok smiled as he watched her, his hand running through Hyo Bin’s hair. He was content just watching these girls.

The silent, however, was unfortunately ended by your shouting in annoyance, making the three people at the coffee table look up at you.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked, setting Hyo Bin to his side. Just as he was about to get up, you poked your head out from behind the opened refrigerator door.

“I forgot we ran out of rice! I meant to go grocery shopping. Auuuugh.” You groaned, closing the door a bit too harshly.

“Awww, I want rice.” Min Ja pouted. When you saw this, you sighed.

“I can run to the store and grab some.” You suggested. “Hobi, do you mind watching them? It’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Not a problem. We’ll be here.” You scurried to grab your bag and slide your shoes on at the door. “See you soon~.”

“Bye-Bye, Mama!” Hyo Bin called. You waved to your girls before hurrying out of the house and down to the local market. Hoseok looked back at the girls, who were already back to focusing on their coloring.

“Okay! I’m done!” Min Ja said, setting her finally crayon down. Hoseok looked up from his spot. His legs were starting to go numb sitting cross-legged with a toddler back on his lap. So, he set Hyo Bin to his side again, before scooting next to Min Ja and putting himself in a kneeling position.

“What did you make? Let me see.”

“Okay Uhm…” she motioned to the picture. “That’s me, and Hyo Bin, and Mommy.” Then, she moved to the other side of the paper. “Over here…over here is Daddy…” Hoseok looked over at her. “In his house.” He could see the behavior she was showing this afternoon after school was beginning to take over again. “Because he doesn’t live here.” Hoseok simply put a hand on her head, and she looked up at him.

“Are you okay, Min Ja?” he asked curiously. “Did something happen at school?”

“No.” She assured.

“You seem sad.” He looked at the picture she made of Weong-Bin, standing in front of his purple house with his little briefcase. He looked back at Min Ja, who had picked up another crayon and was coloring in a piece of the sun she had missed before. “Do you wish you could see your Dad more?” he asked. Min Ja immediately thought about what she and her dad talked about yesterday.

Promise me that you’ll keep everything you and I talked about to yourself, for now, okay?

It It makes me sad when you don’t trust me.

“Yeah…” she finally said. Hoseok smiled.

“Well, I’m sure he thinks about you every day even if he doesn’t see you. Just like your mom and I think about you when we don’t see you.”

“You think about us too?” Min Ja asked curiously. Hoseok blinked.

“Of course, I do! I know I’m not your dad, but you and Hyo Bin mean a lot to me~. I love you both very much.” Min Ja felt her eyes water. She quickly stood up, walking into Hoseok’s arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hm? Min Ja…what’s wrong?” he asked, though he took her into his arms without hesitation. Hyo Bin even glanced up when she heard Min Ja’s muffled sniffles. She nuzzled into his neck and he smiled, rubbing her back. She wasn’t speaking to him, but he didn’t really expect her too. He just held her close and she cry out whatever emotions she was feeling today, hoping that would make her feel a lot better.

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“I’m back with the rice! And I got a nice little dessert for tonight, too.” You called as you stepped into the apartment. Entering the living room, you saw that Min Ja still latched tightly into Hoseok’s arms. She was back to coloring, but she was the one now in his lap, his hands running through her hair. Hyo Bin was standing beside them, coloring as she remained blissfully unaware of the situation.

“Welcome back~.” Hoseok hummed, glancing over to you. “What snack did you buy?”

“It’s a surprise.” You grinned. Like a child, Hoseok pouted and whined. “Oh stop.” As you walked past, you noticed Min Ja didn’t look up from her paper to greet you. Your head tilted, curious as to what had her mind so focused. It was then you noticed her eyes were red and slightly puffy. Her cheeks looked as if she had been crying. It concerned you, but at the same time, you didn’t want to be too paranoid about it. Maybe she just fought with Hyo Bin over a crayon, and it was a battle she ended up losing. Glancing at Hoseok, he only offered you a kind smile in response. He could tell you were wondering what was wrong, and he silently made sure to keep you at ease for now. With that, you returned to the kitchen and resumed making dinner.

Dinner came and went without a fuss, like always, but you expected bath time and bedtime to play out like always, chaotic. Kids fussing, making messes, begging to stay up later. However, this time, it didn’t happen. Hyo Bin went down easy, and Min Ja still seemed in her off state, so when you told her the story had ended, she closed her eyes and nestled her head into your lap. As you ran your hand through your hair, you smiled down at her.

“I’m sorry, you had a rough day today, Min Ja.” you said softly. “Is there anything you want to talk about before bedtime?”

“No.” She assured. “There’s not.”

“Okay. Well, I hope you have a better today tomorrow.” You said, kissing her hair. Slowly, you fixed her position in bed and handed her stuffed animal to her. “Goodnight, Min Ja.”

“Goodnight, Mommy. Goodnight, Mr. Hobi…” she said. Hoseok smiled from beside you.

“Goodnight, Min Ja. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” She nodded, watching the both of you leave the room and close the door behind you. As she lied in the quiet room, the only sound coming from Hyo Bin’s snoring, she clutched her stuffed animal, Bora, tightly in her arms. All she wanted to do was wake up from his bad dream, already.

“What’s wrong with Min Ja today? Did she ever end up telling you?” You asked Hoseok curiously as you sat on the bed. Hoseok tossed his shirt into the hamper before plopping himself down beside her.

“I think she’s sad she doesn’t get to see her Dad too much.” He explained as he watched you slip into your pajamas. “I tried to make her feel better, but I don’t think it worked.”

“Well, I appreciate it. But that’s something Weong-Bin needs to talk to her about. I’ll have to call him tomorrow, I guess.” You groaned at the thought alone, tugging the covers over you. “Are you sure you’re okay staying tonight?”

“Of course. I think most of my stuff if here by this point anyway.” Hoseok smiled, laying himself in bed beside you. You nuzzled into your pillow and chuckled.

“Then you should just move in…” you suggested. Hoseok shrugged.

“In time, I guess.” He said. “I don’t want to cause any riffs, especially if Min Ja’s going through a separation phase.” A small smile formed on your lips.

“See, you even sound more like a parent than I do now.” Hoseok laughed a bit as you rolled over to turn off the light. “Alright, go to sleep. Goodnight.” You hummed. Hoseok rolled over, propping himself above you really quickly and turning on the light. You glanced up at him, and he looked a bit surprised.

“Uh…hello?” He puckered her lips cutely. “Aren’t you forgetting something? Something very important?” You couldn’t help but laugh, giving him a quick kiss. You saw his adorable heart-shaped smile as he closed the light once again and plopped down beside you. “Goodnight~.” He finally hummed.

The next morning was a nice one. The girls got up, you got them dressed, Hoseok made some pancakes for everyone. Min Ja woke up in a much better mood than yesterday, resting seemed to definitely help her spirits improve after the rollercoaster of emotions she was feeling.

“Mommy, I’m going to share my picture with my whole class!” She said happily as she watched you carefully roll the picture up and put it in her bag.

“That’s wonderful.” You said to her. “I’m sure they’ll love it! It seems you added pretty much everyone!” Min Ja smiled happily as he saw Hoseok approach with Hyo Bin in his arms, who was chewing on a plain pancake piece.

“Are we ready to go?” He asked curiously. Min Ja nodded and grabbed her bag as the lot of you headed out the door.

When you got to the school, you saw So-Hee, her husband, and San-Ha, by the front gate. Min Ja caught notice too as they got closer, and she saw San-Ha hugging her father goodbye. He held her close, promising to pick her up after school, and gave her a big kiss on the cheek, making his daughter beam in delight. Min Ja waited for her to be done so they could go into school together. That was when Hoseok caught her attention and knelt down beside her.

“How about I come to pick you up again today after school, and we go get something to eat? Something you want to get.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Of course. It’ll be fun, just the two of us, okay?” Min Ja nodded.

“Okay!” She said happily, quickly hugging him tightly. Hoseok smiled as he hugged her back.

Once Min Ja got into her classroom, she sat at her desk. San-Ha was talking to a few other kids, but Min Ja immediately pulled out her picture and opened it, displaying what it looked like on her desk. As few other kids came in and did the same since this was going to be the first thing that they did when class started. Before the bell rang, Min Ja grabbed her little pencil case from her bag, pulled out her crayons, and quickly made sure to add a certain heart-smiled individual standing right beside her into her family portrait.

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