Joshua and Wonwoo had rushed forward to support Jeonghan, their arms holding him up as he clutched onto Haneul for dear life. His body was trembling with adrenaline and exhaustion, his legs feeling like jelly under him. He was still incredibly weak from his long stint unconscious.

His son looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, his little hands clinging to his father's shirt. The sight was almost too much for his heart to take.

He could hear the members talking to him, checking on his condition. His body was tired, his mind foggy, but he ignored their concern. He was only focused on his son's innocent gaze. Planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.

His heart swelled with affection. He wanted to spend the whole day just holding him.

His heart still racing with emotion, he gently lifted his small son up in his arms. He was still weak from his injuries, his body almost shaking with the strain of lifting him.
He gently rubbed his thumb softly down Haneul's cheek.

"Are you okay chipmunk?" He asked him, his voice filled with gentle concern. He was anxious to hear his son's voice just as his son was his. He watched his expression carefully for any signs of distress or discomfort.

The small child nodded his head in response to his father's question. He snuggled gently into the embrace of his father's arms, his tiny face buried in the familiar comfort of his father's chest. The relief that washed over Jeonghan was overwhelming. He closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the moment of closeness with his son.

The two members had been carefully supporting his weight as he was lifting his son. His body was still trembling slightly from the weakness and exhaustion, but he could feel their strong arms steadying him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to compose himself. He knew that he was still injured and weak, but he was determined to be there for his son as much as he could. He would endure any pain if it meant spending time with his child again.

Seungcheol watched the father and son reunite with a small smile on his face. He was relieved to see them together again, his heart warming at the sight of their reunion. He watched as Jeonghan gently lifted his son, cradling him ever so carefully in his arms. He could see the exhausted strain on his face, the weakness of his body.

He watched as the others gently held him up, supporting him through his weak state. He could see the tension on their faces as they carefully kept him from falling.

He watched as Jeonghan sat carefully back down on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around the toddler. He felt a slight wave of protectiveness for the small child at the sight of him in Jeonghan's arms.

But he knew that their reunion was necessary, that they all needed to see him and hear his child's soft, bright voice again.

"I am okay daddy. They all took care of me."

Hearing his son's soft voice filled his heart with such an overwhelming joy. He had missed his voice so much in the past few days, the silence in his mind filled with questions and worry.

Jeonghan hugged his son tightly in his arms, his eyes watering slightly as he buried his face in his soft hair. His heartbeat was steady in his ears, the rhythmic sounds bringing him back to the present.

He lifted his head slightly and scanned the room, his gaze falling on the group of men standing around. His eyes locked with Seungcheol's for a brief moment, and he felt a small flicker of gratefulness in his heart. The man had taken care of his son while he was unable to do so.

He flashed him a small smile before turning his attention back to his son, the moment of vulnerability quickly fading.

He watched them quietly for a moment more, his gaze lingering on Jeonghan's gentle embrace. He could see the love and worry in his gestures, the careful way he held his son.

The sight filled his chest with a sense of warmth.
He knew that the time would come sooner or later when they would be enemies again. But for the moment, he was at peace with the situation. His own thoughts and worries stilled in his heart as he watched them together.

He could hear the others talking softly in the background, their voices a low hum of conversation. He watched as Joshua stepped forward slightly, resting a gentle hand on Jeonghan's shoulder.

He could see the concern on Joshua's face as he carefully watched over him. He knew that they were all worried about him, watching him carefully while he was so weak and vulnerable. He was grateful for their care, despite everything that had happened between them.

His small voice pierced the quiet calm of the room. It was like a jolt of electricity, bringing everyone's attention back to him. The others stopped their chatter instantly, their eyes all turning towards the small boy who was clinging to his father's side.

His innocent face was bright with happiness, his eyes sparkling with joy as he spoke.

"Mister I still don't know your name." Haneul asked Seungcheol.

The others all let out small chuckles at the boy's innocent question. He was clearly full of all the usual curiosity of a young child.

"The name is Seungcheol," he replied with a smile. His tone was gentle, his words filled with warmth towards the small boy in front of him.

He crouched slightly down, bringing his face closer to the child's. He ruffled his hair softly. "You can call me Cheol."

His smile was warm as he watched the child's reaction. He could see the others smiling at the sight of him interacting with the small boy.

His eyes were slightly wide with surprise as he watched the gentle interaction between him and his own son. He could see the affection in Seungcheol's gentle gestures, the soft tone he was using. His heart felt a strange kind of warmth as he watched them.

His mind was racing with the realization that his so called enemy was capable of such tenderness. He had only ever seen him as a formidable adversary, a cold and calculating. But now...he saw him differently.

"Thank you Seungcheol." Jeonghan said. Seungcheol watched him with a carefully composed face, his heart stirring in a way he didn't want to admit. His voice was carefully controlled as he replied. "No problem."

He was aware of the tension between them, the animosity that had always hung around their interactions. He carefully chose his words, refusing to show any vulnerability. He could always be professional when necessary.

He could see the gratefulness in Jeonghan's eyes as he watched his careful composure, the subtle flicker of gratitude as he spoke. He felt his heart shift slightly in his chest, a momentary flicker of warmth in the face of their usual cold animosity.

But he quickly suppressed the feeling in his heart, putting up his mental barricades once again.

His expression was carefully composed, his voice even with a faint hint of determination.

"We will trace up your old boss who did all this but for now take rest." he said firmly.

He kept his tone professional. He couldn't let his own emotions get in the way of their operation. He was the leader, after all. He had to stay strong and unemotional.

The members of his gang all shared a glance between them. They were all aware of the risk that they were taking.

They had never dealt with Jeonghan's old boss directly before. He was a powerful underground figure, his true identity kept tightly hidden from all outsiders.

With a nod from their leader, the members steeled themselves, readying for the challenge that lay ahead.

Jeonghan heart was still feeling the overwhelming love for his son that he had felt since the moment he had woken up. But he could feel a different kind of emotion in his core too. A different kind of warmth.

His eyes watched the back of Seungcheol head as he watched his child carefully. His heart felt full with the sight of his child's smiling face.

His heartbeat was steady in his chest, his body feeling more relaxed than he had felt in years.

For the first time, he felt a tiny flicker of respect for the group of men who had helped him. He was aware of their past crimes against one another; he was aware of the animosity that had always hung between their gangs.
But right now those things didn't matter. The past was past.

His thoughts kept returning to the one person who had shown him the most kindness. His enemy's gentle words. His gentle heart.

He watched as the members quietly filed out of the room, each of them gently patting the soft black hair of the small child as they left.  He felt his heart warm with gratitude again, his eyes softening slightly as he watched the gentle affection for him. His enemies were capable of love.

His gaze quickly hardened again as he remembered his own animosity towards them. He quickly closed his heart again.

The room fell quiet as the door closed behind the final member. The sound of their footsteps faded away. He was alone with his enemy and his child. He gently brushed his fingertips through the soft strands of his hair of his son's hair as he sat with him quietly.

His heart was still feeling slightly heavy with the weight of his injuries, his mind still a little foggy with the drugs that had been administered to him. His eyes were drawn towards the tall and intimidating form of Seungcheol sitting across him.

His eyes traced the sharp curve of the man's jawline. He was a formidable sight to behold, his imposing stance and powerful aura giving off an aura of strength. His gaze flicked down the firm muscles of his neck. His skin was smooth. His body was powerful. His heart fluttered slightly in his chest. Seungcheol was a dangerous and formidable adversary and he was beautiful.

His mind raced with conflicting thoughts. He was aware of the his soft tone with him. He was aware of the gentle affection he had shown his son. His heart grew warm with warmth. He was aware of his own attraction to the man.
He cursed internally. He was not supposed to be feeling these things. Seungcheol was his enemy.

He was aware that it wasn't the first time he had wanted him. His gentle touch was like a fire in his heart. His gentle words were like sparks in his heart. His desire had always burned for him. His heart raced with the knowledge that his was his desired man. The heat of his desire was burning low in his stomach. Seungcheol was kind of his forbidden dream.

His eyes traced his long muscular arms. He could almost see the faint outline of his muscles under the fabric of his shirt. A small shiver was sent through his body as he imagined what it would feel like to be wrapped in his arms again.

"Until we find your boss and whatever happened you can stay here." Seungcheol said his voice low.

His heart raced in his chest with the gentle suggestion of him. His brain was still fuzzy and foggy from the drugs he had been injected with. He didn't have the strength to go back to his own apartment just yet. And he couldn't risk the health of his son either. He gave a single nod. He was accepting his hospitality.

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