About another week later, things slid into slight normality.

Somi wasn't bed ridden anymore, and could slowly walk around with the help of crutches.

I made no hesitations to visit her twice a day; once every morning and then after my work with Taehyung.

Most of the time he would ask to tag along, and I'd let him, surprised he even asked.

I would tell him he doesn't need to, but the man insisted, saying he had nothing else to do.

He was bullshitting, obviously. The biggest, most famous fashion designer of Asia always had something to create, something to show.

But the thought of him wanting to visit my sister with me didn't piss me off, like I thought it would.

No, it made my very heart warm, flutter lightly at his rare enthusiasm.

So, because of this, I was in a happy mood when I arrived at the hospital.

I let myself enter in the recovery room, expecting Somi cuddling my nieces on the bed.

What I didn't expect, however, was my sister with her head in her hands, crying as Dr. Kim stood next to her, rubbing a soothing hand down her back in comfort.

Chanja and Chanmi were both confused as they kneeled at Somi's feet, trying to console her nevertheless.

A frown instantly adorned my face. "What's going on?"

Dr. Kim looked up, at me then at Taehyung behind.

He smiled at the doctor. "What's up, doc?"

I glared at him. "Did you have to do that?"

Taehyung put his hands up. "I took a golden opportunity, that's all." Then he set his eyes on the weeping girl. "Oh, Lord."

Ignoring the blabbering idiot behind me, I rushed over to where my sister was, kneeling beside my nieces as I kissed them both on the head before turning to their mother. "Somi, dear, what's wrong?"

The girl's sobbing quieted, looking up at me.

Her eyes squinted. "Sora!"

Suddenly, I was enveloped in Somi's arms as she pulled me close to her.

Hugging the woman back, I asked, "What's wrong, sis, why are you crying?"

I felt a pat on my shoulder.

Letting go of Somi, I noticed Dr. Kim holding out a file.

I took it from him, going over the papers.

As I skimmed through them, my eyes widened.

"What the fu-"

I stopped short after I glanced at the girls. "What the heck."

"He's filed a case against Somi," Dr. Kim explained. Then he put his fingers to his mouth. "M-mrs Han I mean."

"Miss Yoon," I corrected. "She left the prick, remember?"

Quickly excusing my language, I continued, "It says here you have to go to court two days later to decide who gets custody of the kids."

I stared at Somi in disbelief. "When did this arrive?"

"Th-this morning," she got out. Her eyes started glistening again with fresh tears. "Oh G-God, Sora, I-I don't know what t-to do."

I sighed, trying to cut back the look of hopelessness on my face.

I'm going to bury that bastard when I'm done with him-

"I have an idea."

All heads turned to Taehyung, who had his fingers on his chin, lost in thought.

Chanmi took one look at him and squealed.

"Tae Tae!"

She ran to him, wrapping herself around Taehyung's leg.

Laughing, the man lifted her up and settled her in his arms.

Rolling my eyes yet smiling still, I said, "You were saying...?"

Taehyung proceeded while rocking the chubby girl, "So, as I was saying, do you have the Appearance and Answer files?"

I went through the papers. "Yes."

"Right." He looked to Somi, her head down. "Miss Yoon, you need to fill these out. I'll send them to my one of my lawyers, a good friend of mine."

"And then?" I asked, holding my sister's hand in reassurance.

Taehyung slowed his rocking, lips twitching to the side. "And then, we go to court."

-

Two days later, we went just there.

Somi and I had filled out all the necessary forms to partake in court.

The woman, already so disturbed by the divorce, was even more quiet as she listened to specific instructions on what to do if she denies all charges against her.

Taehyung had arrived, in black and grey checkered shirt, black pants and shoes, looking miraculously stylish in his casual attire.

Another man walked beside him. He had a baby-like face, a mess of black curls atop his undercut, and a suit adorning his small build, a leather bag held in his hand.

I cocked my head to the side as the two men came closer. "Taehyung," I greeted.

He nodded in acknowledgement, turning to the man beside him. "This, dear Sora, is Kim Minseok. Best lawyer in all of Seoul."

"Only Seoul?" Minseok drawled, lips quirking upward. "And I really believed you thought more of me, Taehyung."

"A shame, isn't it," jeered the millionaire right back, returning his friend's smirk.

"Guys," I said, interrupting their little conversation. "We need to fight a case, remember?"

"Aww, Miss Yoon, don't put all that hard work on yourself," Minseok cooed. "That's my job. All I need for you is to tell me any important information of your ex-husband-"

I blinked. "Excuse me, Mr. Kim, but that shithead isn't my ex. He's my sister's."

Minseok blinked this time. Twice.

He then turned to Taehyung. "So she's not the victim?"

The man gave his lawyer friend a look. "No, you, idiot, that's the sister."

"Oh, the one that you-"

"Right!" Taehyung exclaimed, much too loudly as he clapped his hands together. "Let's get inside, shall we?"

"Lead the way, Mr. Kim," I said.

Somi and the kids were already inside the hall as we entered. She stood up when she heard our footsteps, turning around to face us, crutches in hand.

I instantly rushed to her, holding the woman at arm's length.

"Don't worry, sis," I assured her. "We'll get through this."

"Indeed, Miss Yoon," Minseok said from behind me. "Your case is much stronger."

We all sat down, the lawyer urging Somi to sit next to him on the front seats as court protocol.

I took a seat beside Chanja, Chanmi on her left, Taehyung on my right.

The judge sat at the top, facing us all with a stern look as he held his malet tightly in his wrinkled hand.

A sound of the doors bursting open had my head whipping around to the back.

Chanyeok entered the courtroom.

I fisted my hands, as if trying to keep all the anger I possessed in my closed palms.

Even though I glared at him with all my might, his eyes were only on one woman.

Somi didn't dare look back at him.

Even after all this time, she's afraid of him. Haunted by the thought of his face, his words, his actions.

I gritted my teeth. Son of a bitch.

The judge slammed the malet on the wood.

"The court is now in order."

He turned to Chanyeok. "Were you the one who pressed charges, Mr. Han?"

"Yes, your Honour."

The man put his files on the front table, getting up from his seat. "Now, Your Honour, this woman, seated next to her lawyer, was my wife. But now, even after our divorce, she has kept my kids all to herself, not even letting me see them!"

The judge propped his head in his hand, turning his stare towards Minseok. "Is that true, Mr. Kim?"

Minseok stood up from his seat, ruffling his hair as he casually smirked at the judge. "First of all, Your Honour, is it alright if I ask you a question?"

The judge raised an eyebrow. "Yes, go on."

"Thank you." The lawyer then walked over to where the high court was, hands locked behind his back. "Do you have kids, Your Honour?"

The old man's face softened a fraction. "Yes, I do."

"And you wouldn't want them to be in danger, is that so?"

"Indeed."

"So, what if this man-" Minseok pointed to Chanyeok- "Did something dangerous and horrific enough that my client would take her kids and leave him?

"And let me tell you, Your Honour, he did do something horrific. Horrendous, even to think about it."

Minseok gestured towards Somi. "Do you see her in crutches at this moment? This is the work of this man sat right there, next to us as if he's any normal man, fighting his average case.

"Your Honour, I've got records." He hands them to the judge, who skims them over. "Hospital records, and the phone line conversation between Miss Yoon's younger sister, Yoon Sora-" he points to me- "And Miss Yoon's eldest daughter, Han Chanja-" pointing to the girl.

"Now, Miss Yoon didn't let Mr Han here see the kids for the fear of the same thing, that had been done to her, happening to her daughters."

"Objection, your Honour!" Chanyeok screamed. "I would never do that!"

"Objection over-ruled," the judge said coldly, turning to the young lawyer again. "Continue, Mr. Kim."

"Thank you, Your Honour." Mr. Kim turned to Chanyeok now, his snarky, arrogant attitude darkening.

"Isn't this all true, Mr Han?" Mr. Kim asked, sauntering near the angered man. "Isn't it all true that you abused your wife in a sick and terrible manner?"

Chanyeok hesitated before he replied.

"No..." he raised his voice. "No, its not."

"Bullshit!" I screeched out, ready to smash his head before Taehyung gripped my arm, pleading I calm down.

I was shut up by the judge's glare. Hmph.

Minseok let out a humourless laugh, patting Chanyeok on the shoulder. "Really now?"

The man turned back. "Your Honour, there is a recorder in the files I gave you. Would you be so kind to take it out?"

The judge obliged, fishing out a black device from a plastic wallet.

"Please press play."

Tick!

"Hello?"

Oh my God.

"Anni Sora?!"

My stomach dropped. It's that call.

"Hey sweetie, is everything okay?"

The recorder played loudly throughout the silent court. Corrupted sounds of sobbing could also be made out, behind Chanja's stuttering.

"Anni, it's Momma."

I closed my eyes.

"She's been beaten up by Papa."

My breathing hitched as those words, more blurry through the recorder yet clear nonetheless, voiced out into the open.

I sensed Taehyung stiffen beside me. Chanja and Chanmi looked ready to cry again.

My eyes trailed to Somi, but I could only see the back of her head. So my vision slid further, to the one caused all of this.

The one who was the reason that phone call was made.

Minseok turned back to Chanyeok, a smug look of victory on his face. "No further questions, Your Honour."

And with that, the young lawyer strolled back to his seat, settling himself down.

The judge, who looked surprisingly more cold than before, shifted his focus to Chanyeok.

"Mr. Han, do you have anything to say on this?"

The bastard only gaped back, shaking his head. And as he realised he had lost a case for the first time, he replied, "No, Your Honour."

The judge looked at the courtroom. "To me, Miss Yoon, your ex-husband is a threat to you and your children."

His steely eyes glared into Chanyeok. "Because of this, Mr. Han, you are proclaimed guilty of brutally assaulting Miss Somi and Yoon. I now sentence you to a life sentence in Seoul National Prison, where you will spend your next 25 years."

The malet struck, the hard sound ringing across the room.

Two policemen entered from the side doors, grabbing hold of Chanyeok by each side.

The man started yelling, demanding they let go, but for once in his life, he did not get what he want.

As the police took him away, I made sure to give the bastard a flying kiss.

He only growled in return, sparing a last glance at this kids before the door swung shut.

"Court dismissed," the judge ordered.

And that was that.

Minseok got up, helping Somi to stand as she gripped her crutches.

Me, Taehyung and the girls went over to them, I taking hold of my sister's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's done," I whispered. "It's over."

Somi smiled, and I had to hold back a gasp as it was the first time she'd spread it so wide.

She instantly pulled me into a hug, burying her face in my neck as she wept.

I only held her shuddering body, looking at Taehyung.

He offered me bright smile.

I returned it. It's done.

It's over.

-

Hey guys!

So this lil' book hit 10K, and I shat myself from happiness so I doubled the word count on this chapter.

A bit emotional this one, but the next chapter is filled with cute moments because of a special day. I'll give you a hint: it's all about Taehyung ;)

Anyway, please do vote and tell me your opinions on this chapter. It shall be appreciated :)