Irene

Irene has spent most of her career explaining to people that her job isn't just handing items to doctors and changing adult diapers. They're apart of the job but the assumption that nurses only do the all the simple and easy work while doctors do everything else is abhorrent and discredits the hard work nurses actually do. 

Because nurses do literally everything. 

If they could diagnose and prescribe medication to their patients without having to page a tired doctor to their ward, they would.

Stigma like that makes a nurse feel expendable, that they're only there to assist; they are just as replaceable as the batteries in a gaming controller; they have no real purpose to the game itself. But the real truth is, you can't play the game without one.

Nurses run the hospital.

They page doctors to review patients they monitor because a doctor would very rarely spend more than an hour with a patient if they weren't under general anesthesia and on an operating table.

They call the codes when patients are deteriorating and more often than not, they've already stabilized the patient before the doctors even get there.

They monitor their patients and identify subtle surgical complications. They talk to physiotherapists, pharmacists, occupational therapists, psych and social work to get you back home.

A doctor will never stand between life and death alone because nurses will be there, protecting their patients to the very end. 

Nurses, we're lucky to have them.

Irene, Seoul Hearts is lucky to have her. 

"Dr. Yoongi?" Irene shouts, running towards him as he leans against the nurse's station looking frazzled at the current state of the hospital. "Weren't you taking Hana to ICU? The patient with sepsis?"

He stares at her as she gathers her breath and reties her long brown hair up into a high ponytail. "The ICU team took over that patient, I don't need to stay there and make sure-

"-so you're free right now?" she interrupts, her heart pounding through her skin as she lets her ponytail go. "I need your help."

He blinks at her as though the simple call for help had already made him tired. "With what?"

"Please, I just..." Stepping closer to him, she sticks out her hands in a praying like gesture. "There are no doctors in triage and there are more really sick patients. I need help Yoongi, I can't do it on my own. Please?"

"Where are the interns?" he asks, looking around the room. Everyone looked busy for as far as he could see.

"I don't know, last I heard they were all sleeping in the on-call rooms," she admits, dropping her hands to her sides. "Please, come on just help me."

"Irene, I'm really busy though. I can't just fucking drop everything to help you-

"-I'm not asking you to drop fucking everything," she interrupts, frowning at the man. "I'm asking you to sort something out because you have dying people in triage without a doctor and you're putting my registration at risk."

Yoongi takes a deep breath before running his palms down his face. "I can't help you right now Irene. Please wake up the interns and get them to help you, okay?"

Silence festers between them.

Yoongi can feel her temper rise, in fact, it gives him the chills just watching the pink flood to her checks.

"Those interns have been awake for 36 hours and you want me to wake them up and put my patients at risk?" she stares at him as though even the idea was beyond stupid. "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with this hospital?"

"Irene, this is a mass trauma event. Use your brain and figure something out, I know you can and I know you will," putting his hands on her shoulders, he stares into her eyes. "I personally cannot help you, I need to figure out how to close this hospital down and minimize the potential harm to the public."

Shoving his hands off her, she rolls her eyes. "Coordinate with the three other hospitals and the medical centers. Close one hospital at a time and get your hands on more resources through negotiating. All we need are doctors and resources, patients can handle being on the ground. Communicate Yoongi, god why are men so bad at that."

"I didn't even think of that..." Yoongi blinks before a gummy smile suddenly takes over his face. "You beautiful fucking bitch."

"Excuse me?"

"Thank you, Irene, oh my fucking fuck, thank you," Grabbing Irene's face, he places a big kiss onto her cheek. "Consider getting Taehyung, last time I heard, he's being discharged because they need the bed space. Give the interns a couple more hours."

"He's okay enough to be discharged?"

Stepping away from her, he pulls out his phone. "He's more than okay. Go see him, he's on the med-surg floor."

Irene watches a perplexed frown take over his face as he pulls out his cellphone from the large white pocket over his chest. "Alright Irene, I'm gonna call the other hospitals-

"-yeah yeah, and do I what I told you to do," she rolls her eyes before taking out her stethoscope and wrapping it around her neck. "You should listen to nurses more often." 

"I do listen to nurses-

"-I may have only worked with you tonight but I can tell you're a man of pride and you don't give others the opportunity to help you," her voice is hoarse as though she had been yelling all night. "We're a team, that's why we all signed up to do what we do. Give us the chance, it will help."

He snorts. "I'm very good at being alone, Irene."

"No, Dr. Min Yoongi, you're very good at being dumb. Don't be dumb."  

Yoongi watches dumbfoundedly as she walks away, shoving her hands in her scrub pockets before walking towards the elevators. 

Namjoon snickers at him from the other side of the nurse's station. "You know Yoongs, she's right." 

"Oh fuck off Namjoon." Yoongi rolls his eyes before dialing the number he had been avoiding all night. It rings a couple times before the man he'd been actively avoiding for his entire career picks up. 

"Sorry to disturb you, my name is Dr. Min Yoongi and I'm head of the Emergency Department and coordinator during the mass trauma event we've got going on. We're low on resources, I'm reluctant to close the hospital as we're the only one open right now and I need your help."

Namjoon watches him walk towards his office before he closes the door behind him. 

"Here we go."

Taehyung

"Your mum's name, what is it?"

"Tae Tae?" She blinks up at Taehyung in confusion. "You want to know her name? It's mama?"

Taehyung stares down at the little girl before bursting out in laughter. "You don't know your mothers name do you Sunny?"

"What?" She glows a bright red. "Yes, I do ...I just call her mama because that's her name to me."

Taehyung sweeps his arms around her, pushing her closer into his chest and onto his lap. "You're so cute. How is that even possible? How did the world make someone this cute!"

She stirs in his arms before resting peacefully against him. "I don't know, don't ask me. Ask my mama."

"I will," he promises, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Sunny, does your mother ...does she still like caramel popcorn and dumplings?"

She nods her head ecstatically. "We eat dumplings all the time but because she doesn't want me to have sugar, I don't think she eats caramel popcorn anymore because of it."

"She doesn't want you to have sugar?" he asks, one eyebrow cocked. He was certain you'd be the type of mother to spoil her rotten; teeth rotten. He knows how much you loved anything coated in caramel and chocolate.

"She doesn't like it when my teeth fall out, she says it makes her feel old. I can't help it! They just do!"

"That's very true, if I was your dad, I'd sneak you some chocolate. Life is better with chocolate, I think," Taehyung rests his head against Sunnys. She beams at the prospect. "Hey, does your mama still try to bake in her spare time?"

Sunny nods against him. "She tries her best but me and uncle Jimin make muffins so she doesn't have to. It's really fun at our house Taehyungie, there's uncle Jimin and uncle Jungkook, mum and me and we're always playing and the neighbors dog comes over sometimes."

"You like dogs?" he asks and she nods ecstatically. "I love dogs but mama doesn't want to get one until I'm older."

"That's sad."

Sunny agrees. "The dog could be like my sister or brother, and there would be laughter and mess every day," she nuzzles herself into him as she snuggles the blankets close to her chest. "Jungkookie would love that too, he's a dog person. Do you know Jungkook?"

"I might," he whispers. Taehyung smiles as he imagines a warm and happy home for you and Sunny but the happiness of that concept without him feels like a knife in his heart.

"What's your home like? I bet it's fun too," she asks.

Taehyung takes a deep breath. He lives alone in a studio apartment that he hasn't seen in months having slept continuously in the on-call rooms but he's not about to tell her that. "It's comfortable. I live with lots of friends and it's never quiet! It's always fun and never lonely ...and yeah ...it's just very comfortable."

"Why do you sound like you're lying? Mama says it's bad to lie," She stares up at him, concern laced within her brows. "You live alone don't you?"

"You're too smart," Taehyung laughs uncomfortably. "How did you know?"

"You said you were never lonely ...I think you're very lonely," she whispers. Turning her head up to him, she puts her little hands on both of his cheeks. "But I'll be your friend so don't get lonely, okay?"

He nods his head between her hands before smiling.

"Yes, princess." 

You

"What's going on out there, can you go check Jin please?" you ask, voice muffled by the face mask over your nose and mouth.

Someone had been arguing outside the tents and if you were paying attention, you would've been out there yelling too but you weren't. No, you were focused on ensuring Minho stopped the newly discovered femoral arterial bleed in his chest tube patient.

You had no time to focus on anything else.

But you did note that whoever was arguing sounded both familiar and frustrated, as though they've been through this a million times.

Jin wipes the perspiration dripping down his forehead with the back of his hand. "Sure, just stop that bleed. He's already lost so much blood and another unit of red is transfusing now."

"That is what we are doing Seokjin." Dr. Gaston groans beside you.

"Fuck this. He needs to be in an operating theatre right now," you sigh, pressing your finger inside the incision site and clamping down on it. Kicking off the break, you stare Minho down to start moving the trolley. "Let's go, let's get him inside."

"I wonder what's going on out there," Minho comments, ignoring you. "Because it doesn't sound particularly good Y/N. Can we check it out?"

Dr. Gaston beside him hums in agreement under his breath.

Rolling your eyes, you stare him down. "No, the patient comes first because-

But an angry voice slices through the night before you even get the opportunity to sass him. "LET ME THROUGH RIGHT NOW."

You all pause, Minho's hands still above the patient as you all listen to the harsh words of warning fill the dry air as Jin pauses by the tent doors.

"No, you can't fucking go inside. What have I told you? No, means no."

"Wait," you stare in equal parts shock and curiosity at Minho, who reflects your expression. All the air suddenly leaves your body when the stern announcement of closure hangs in the air. "Did he just..."

Jin gulps. "No..."

Dr. Gaston stirs. "What is going on?"

"Wait if that means, what I think it does," Minho stares up at you. "Does that mean...."

"Hey, what are you doing? Who are you?" an intern yells, trying to shove past the security guard outside the emergency entrance. You all look up at each other, prompted by the urgency in the man's voice. "Why won't you let me in? I'm a doctor here."

Without a second of delay, you rip your hand out of the patient, prompting the immediate clamping of Dr. Gaston's hand as you rip off the cloth covering your face and you rush through the tent opening and straight towards the men.

But the sight startles you blue. Big yellow caution fences were being rolled out of a van as military men began surrounding the hospital with it.

"Y/N!" Jin rushes towards you. "I know what you're thinking but take a deep breath before you do anything-

"Shut up Jin, what the fuck is this?" 

Taehyung

"And then mama, let Jungkook live with us because he was homeless and then I got another uncle! So, she'll definitely let you come and live with us!" Sunny giggles, resting between Taehyung's legs as he braids her hair. "I love my uncles, they teach me things, lots of things, like did you know dogs have dreams! Do you wonder what they dream about to?"

"You have so much energy," Taehyung yawns into the back of his hand. "I've thought about it because they run when they're sleeping-

"-I've seen them do that too!" she interrupts him. "Do you like dogs too?"

Tying the little hair tie on the last braid, he looks down at her. "I do like dogs, I wish I had one."

Sunny reaches up to feel her head. "Are you done with my hair?"

He nods.

She frowns as her little hands feel more than two braids. "What did you do to me?"

Taehyung giggles as he looks at the four braids sticking out in different directions. "You look like an octopus ...oh my gosh, you're a sunpus." He slaps his own thigh as he laughs at her.

She's frowning at the weird man but the sheer volume of his laugh makes her laugh too. "A sunpus!"

He wipes away the imaginary tears as he huffs the rest of his laughter out. "Oh man, I surprise myself sometimes."

Irene runs from the elevator to the nurses' station. She stares at the admission whiteboard looking for Taehyung's name and bed number.

"Sorry, who are you here to see?" Nurse Joy asks, suddenly appearing at her side before throwing the empty bag of IV fluids into the bin in front of Irene.

"Hi, I'm Irene," she says, searching for his name. "I'm here for Kim Taehyung."

"Ahhh, you're Irene!" Joy smiles, "I've heard alot about you sis, my name is Joy. Welcome to Seoul Hearts!"

Irene smiles at Joy. "Thanks, I'm assuming Jimin has come by then."

She nods. "He's a cutie that one."

"Wait until you see Dr. Jungkook, he's beautiful."

Joys face lights up. "Oooh, I'll keep that in mind. Anyway, I need to get some antibiotics up. Your man is in the quad, his discharge is being processed at the moment but he's got a kid with him so work something out for us, yeah?"

Irene nods. "Yeah sure, go on, get those ABs up. I'll see you around Joy."

"Nice meeting you Irene!" She calls out as she walks away. Looking down the hallway, Irene hears the delightful sound of laughter, following the noise, she walks into his dark shared room.

"You're funny Tae!" a little voice giggles as Taehyung tries to sush her. "Don't sush me, that's rude."

"People are trying to sleep we gotta be quiet-

Pulling at the curtain separating his bed space from the others, they both look up, caught in fright as Irene stands at the end of the bed with arms crossed over her chest.

The light captures the terror and the surprise on both of their faces hilariously well.

"Sorry to ruin the moment guys, Taehyung get changed, you've been discharged and I need you downstairs."

Taehyung fumbles as he unconsciously holds Sunny tighter to him. "Ireney the meany!" Sunny shouts, sinking her face into Taehyung's chest. "I'm not leaving Tae Tae if you've come to steal me too."

"Princess Sunny, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," she lies, bowing to the young girl. "I have not come here to steal you but to bring you both downstairs, Taehyung needs to help us."

Her little brows raise in confusion. "Why would he help you when he is hurt?"

"Sun," Taehyung kisses her head and she shuffles into his lap, clearly liking the affection. "I'm a doctor, I need to go downstairs and help them."

She pouts as she pulls away from his chest. Turning around, she looks up at him with big wet eyes. "But aren't you hurt?"

Taehyung shakes his head. "I am a little but I know just the thing that will cure me."

She smiles. "What is it?"

Leaning down to her face, he giggles. "Kisses."

"Why didn't you just say that before!" She pouts before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

They both giggle as he kisses her cheek back. 

Irene sighs before ripping off the blankets. Running back to the nurse's station she grabs a little plaster and a piece of gauze. Returning to the bedside, she sits next to Taehyung as she rips off the dressing around his IV line off.

"I'm gonna remove your IV line and then you're going to get changed and then, we're going downstairs. We don't have much time. I heard Yoongi's going to lock the doors."

The news seems to stun him. "Hold up, hold up, what? He's going to do what?"

"We're beyond full capacity Taehyung and we have no resources to manage. Yoongi is closing us down." 

Yoongi

"What's going on outside?" Jungkook opens his office door, peering in cautiously. "Why are there trucks?" 

Yoongi looks up. "I'll make a statement soon, I'm just organizing the other hospitals. Do me a favor?" 

"I'm not going to fucking blow you if that is what you're going to ask"

Yoongi laughs. "No, although you're about as straight as the painting Jimin hung up on the kitchen wall, easily swayed."

Jungkook holds his cast close to his chest, feel the pain begin to breakthrough his cast. "What do you want?" 

"Go and help Irene in triage, she's grabbing Taehyung from upstairs to help her too." 

"My Irene?" Jungkook frowns, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "My Irene is holding the triage waiting room on her own?" 

"Yes, now go and help her. I'm not going to ask you again." 

Rubbing the back of his neck, he nods. "I won't be of much help to her in this condition but I'll try my best." 

"Please. Thank you Jungkook, I'll remember this." 

Taehyung

Taehyung follows behind Irene in a new pair of scrubs. Sunny holds his hand as she looks up at him in his white coat. "You look cool Tae." 

He smiles down at her. "Thanks, Sun." 

"I'm warning you right now Taehyung, it's messy downstairs so only do as much as you can looking after Sunny." 

Pressing the elevator button, they wait. Irene tries hard not process the physical similarities between Sunny and Taehyung. If she does, she'll be curious and when she gets curious, she stays curious, so she ignores it. 

She ignores their similar laugh. 

Their similar smiles. 

Their similar mannerisms. 

Their impatience and

How they click so well.

"Where's her mother?" he asks, pulling her close to him. Irene watches the way Sunny clings to his thigh. She watches the way affection grows across Taehyung's face. 

"Outside in triage helping Seokjin, Y/N's been awake far too long. I think I'll run out and grab her, she should be resting." 

Taehyungs brows lift. "She hasn't rested?" 

Irene shakes her head. "Absolutely not, with you out, she cant." 

"Is there a place she can go to rest?" 

Irene nods as the elevator doors open, they walk in as she stammers remembering the floor to go to. Taehyung leans forward to press the right floor for her. 

"The big staff room has been set up for staff. There's a bed for her and Sunny, it's just we can't leave Sunny on her own hence why Jimin's dumped her with you." She says, sinking against the elevator wall as the doors close. 

"Where is uncle Jimin?" Sunny asks and Irene shrugs. 

"Probably helping people Sun." 

"Wait," he huffs in disbelief. "You're telling me Y/N has been working since yesterday morning without taking a break?" 

"Look, I don't know. I don't keep track of her breaks, you're just going to have to ask her yourself. What I do suspect, however, is that she hasn't slept and she has surpassed safety requirements to practice and I'm going to have to ask her to sit out or I'll tell her that I'll be making a complaint against her." 

He frowns at her as the elevator doors open. "You'd do that to your own colleague?" 

Rolling her eyes, she turns to him as they walk down the hallway. "I know her and she's stubborn. The only way she'll stop is if Sunny is hurt or someone threatens her livelihood. I know her Taehyung, I know how she works it doesn't mean I'll actually complain against her." 

Taehyung wants to say he knows you too but he's not so sure anymore. 

"Irene!" Jungkook shouts, spotting her as she walks into the hub of the department. "Yoongi said you needed help in triage ...do you know what's going on outside?" 

"Sorry, what?" she asks, turning to the direction of triage. "What do you mean something is going on outside?" 

"There are trucks... and fences ...you don't? You haven't been outside?" 

Irene doesn't even respond before running to the public emergency entrance. There are patients all watching out the window as she pushes through the crowd to get to the doors. 

"What's going on?" a patient asks. 

"Why won't the doors open?"

"Have we been locked in?"

Pushing through the crowd, the automatic sliding doors stay closed. Putting her hands on the glass she looks up at the sensor looking for it's usually flickering green light. She frowns, it's red. 

It's been turned off. 

"Isn't that the doctor who treated you honey?" a patient asks, pointing to a fight outside. Irene looks back outside, noticing a slowly growing crowd of people around a woman being picked up off the ground.

Irene gasps. "Y/N." 

You

"Get back, no one goes in and no one comes out," another man shouts, gesturing him to look at the security guards putting up fences around the entrance. The intern stands there, hands in his hair. "Orders from the top, we gotta lock all the doors too."

"Hold on, what are you doing?" you shout, running towards the security officer tying a lock around the fence blocking the entrance. "Hey hey, why are you locking the doors?"

A third security guard wraps his arms around you, pulling you back towards the tent. Your heart races into stomach. "You can't lock us out, we're in triage, we're triaging patients inside who need surgical help!"

"We're following orders," he responds in a grunt, holding her back. "So get back in that tent and stay there, until we say so."

"What? No," You scream in frustration, kicking at his legs. "I don't care what you're doing. My five-year-old daughter is in that hospital, you can't separate us. Let me through."

"You heard me." he groans, grabbing onto your feet as he picks you up off the ground.

"Let me in!" you scream, shaking your body in his arms. "You can't do this to me. You can't."

Irene bangs on the closed emergency doors as patients stand at the windows to watch around her. You look up to the source of the banging. She shakes her head at you.

"Irene," you scream, as Jin peels you out of the security guards hands. "What is going on?!"

"Calm down Y/N, you're causing a scene, everyone inside can hear you."

"I don't fucking care," you shout, pushing against him. "My baby is in there, I need to be in there with my baby."

"Take a deep breath-

"-fuck your deep breaths Jin," you snap, "Irene, what is this?" you shout loudly.

Jin pushes the guard away from you as he holds you against his chest. You don't look away from Irene. 

"Let me fucking go."

"I'm sorry," Jin says

You fight the hands wrapped around you, scratching at them. "No you aren't. She's my baby. Please, my baby is in there, I need to be in there. I was only going to be out here for half an hour, please, I'm begging you, she only has me."

Dragging you away, he picks you up off the ground as the security guard takes you from Jin and throws you over his shoulder. "Stay back Doctor, you try to enter by force and I will arrest you."

You start kicking him and slapping his back. "Are you fucking kidding me? This isn't just a closure this is a restriction. You're stopping me from doing my job, to which I am legislated to do in mass trauma and disasters, you're breaking the law! Who told you to lock everyone in? I'm a doctor, I work in there. What the fuck are you doing?"

He sighs loudly as he trudges towards the main triage tent. "The Boss did."

"Who? Who the fuck?" you scream louder, your voice feeling course already. "Call them again, give me the phone. This is illegal!"

"Dr. Min Yoongi informed us that you already knew."

The words are like gasoline pouring over the fire in your body and the name that falls from his lips tastes like metal and blood on your tongue. Of course, he'd lock the doors as soon as you were out here. Of fucking course.

"I'm going to sue, that's it. I'm suing Min Fucking Yoongi!" 

Irene bangs against the door again, anger radiating off your skin. 

"Put me down, I promise I'll behave, you're making me feel dizzy." you plead, feeling nauseous. He puts you down as you look back to Irene but he holds your bicep. She shakes her head at you before you hear her shout through the glass. "I'll sort this out!" 

"Where's Sunny?" you shout back and she holds up her hands in a waiting like gesture as she turns around. She disappears into the crowd before they part back to their seats. 

"Dr. Y/N, we need help in here! He's not responding to fluids!" Dr. Gaston screams through the tent, the urgency in his voice sways you for a second. 

"You have two doctors in there, figure something out Dr. Gaston because we're stuck out here," you shout. 

Jin sighs before you. "Wow, what a fucking day." 

You roll your eyes at him before stammering. "Honestly, I am not surprised Yoongi would do this but I am surprised he would do it right now when he knew I'd be outside." 

"Don't think that Y/N, he's just doing his job." 

You shrug your shoulders. "Whatever." 

Irene bangs on the window, pulling your attention back. 

You frown at lack of seeing Sunny's face. "Where is she?" you shout at her. 

Irene turns around, pulling someone towards the window and for the 90th time in 24 hours, your heart completely stops. You stagger backward, straight into Jin's chest as your mind swirls at what you were seeing. 

You don't blink as your hands begin to quiver.

You should've expected this. 

"I'll figure something out!" Irene yells to you but you pay her absolutely no attention when it feels like your entire world has just been pulled out from underneath your feet; you stare without blinking at the man holding your baby.

His messy brown hair splays in all directions, his uniform is nice and clean but above all, he's holding her like he knows she's his daughter and he's staring straight at you.

You aren't sure how to feel about Kim Taehyung holding Sunny in his arms as she begins to cry in the nook of his neck. But you can hear her cries as she calls out for you and your heart pounds at the need to hold her.

Just watching hurts. 

Irene grabs the phone from her tunic pocket, dialing Jin's number. You hear the ringtone go off in his puffer vest. Jin answers the phone immediately. "Jin speaking." 

"Put her on the phone." 

"Y/N," he says, handing you the phone. You pull your eyes away in order to grab the phone. "It's Irene." 

"Irene, is she okay?" you immediately ask. "What's going on?" 

You watch her talk into the shell of the phone through the window. "Yoongi and I talked about it, I wouldn't worry about being locked out for too long. They're doing periodical closures of the hospitals and sharing resources." 

"That's stupid, we can share resources and leave the hospital open. Has he called for military aid yet?" 

Silence. 

"I don't know, I can't answer that question, you're going to have to speak to him but hang in there, I'll figure something out," she whispers. 

Taking a deep breath, you whisper back. "I believe you ...can you pass the phone onto Sunny?"

She nods. "Sure." 

"Sunny, your mama wants to talk to you on the phone." 

"But why can't I go outside and be with her." 

"Not right now, okay, here." 

Sunny grabs the phone, sniffling into the shell of it. "Mama?" 

"Baby, are you okay?" you ask, watching Taehyung wipe the tears off her face. "Have you been crying?" 

"I am okay but I miss you, when can I see you?" 

You shake your head. "Soon baby, soon. You need to stay with Taehyung, okay?"

She nods. "Okay."

"Hand the phone to him please." You watch through the window as she gives him the phone. He looks at it, takes a deep breath and puts it to his ear. 

"Hi."

"Taehyung." 

"Y/N." 

Scuffing your shoe beneath the concrete, you sigh. "Please look after her. She means more to me than anything in this entire world." 

"I will don't worry about her ...I'll keep her safe." 

"Thanks."

He hums his response. 

"Has she slept yet?"

He sighs. "No, she's mostly just cuddled up to me and talked all night ...she's full of sugar." 

"Oh, that's just great. I explicitly told everyone not to give Sunny sugar but alas no one listens to me these days." 

He laughs softly on the other end. "She's fine, I think it's just her way of internalizing the environment she's been put in." His voice grates into the soft tissue in your stomach, ...are those butterflies?

"As long as she's okay ...I guess."

He hums his response again. 

 "Y/N?" 

"Yeah." 

"She has my smile."

Your heart throbs painfully. "I know." 

"She's my daughter, isn't she?" 

Closing your eyes, you hold the phone to your chest for a second. You're summoning the strength to respond when you look back up to the window. Holding the phone back to your ear, you nod. "I don't want to admit it although, at this point in time, I no longer think I have a choice. Sunny may be your daughter but she is my child. Mine. Don't forget that." 

"What?" 

"You heard me Kim Taehyung." 

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A/N: Holy shit, I just wrote this entire thing in one sitting and it's now 6AM. I'll come back and edit it when I've slept, thank you for reading 

Shoutout to @lustfulbts, I hope you're studying girl! Thank you for supporting me xx