I'm feeling soft today. So get ready for fluff.

Taehyung blinks, the other's words not registering into his innocent mind.

"M-Me?"

The tall man almost coo's at the sight, pink lips pouted in confusion, wide, round eyes looking up at him curiously. He denies that his usually cold heart melts slightly at the boy's adorable expression.

"I want you angel."he murmurs huskily, slender fingers reaching up to caress soft, supple skin, relishing in the way the other's skin feels underneath the pads of his fingers.

Pinks dusts at the boy's cheeks, small hands reaching up to swat playfully at the other's fingers.

"Don't say stuff like that."he whines, embarrassment defiant in his flushed expression.

Halted breaths flicker around the room, the men who had accompanied the tall man glancing warily between the two males.

Again, their boss surprises them with simply chuckling, dropping his hand from the others cheek, the smile still present on his lips.

"It's simple angel. You come with me and your parents live another day."

The fond emotions which had loitered in the air only seconds ago disperse as soon as they emerge, the man's words causing the younger to stiffen.

The young boy's line of vision flickers from his weeping mother to his pained father who appeared as if it were a struggle to breathe, his chest heaving in agony.

He's a kind boy, generous and loving to both human and animal and seeing his parents in pain, hurt him quite considerably. His conversation with his mother flickers in his mind, the image of his mother's tear stricken face, morphed with guilt as she pleads for him to consider what she predicted.

He doesn't hesitate to give his answer, chin wobbling slightly,"I'll come with you."

The tall man smirks approvingly, scoffing at the woman who holds tightly at his son, pleading from him to remain.

"Taehyung no!"

His father is watching his son, with wide, desperate eyes, thrashing in his bonds as he shouts for mercy.

"Please! No, kill m-me! Don't touch my son!"

It's almost pitiful to watch the usually calm and collected man fall apart on his own carpet, pleading cries falling from trembling lips, tearful eyes that beg for him to reconsider. To spare the boy he called his son.

But nothing can change the powerful man's mind, who towers over him, empty, black hooded eyes that watch him with disgust, lips curled in a mocking jeer.

"Come now angel."he says, turning his back to the bawling parents, "Let's get you home."