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CHAPTER SIX
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"Yes, I'm in Seoul. I needed to visit a friend first, but I'll call u when I have time to visit u. Miss u!" You read the message. "That isn't how she texts, Taehyung."

"Y/N you're probably just overreacting."

"Are you kidding me?! Why would she have gone to visit a friend after we fled Japan because we were being attacked?" You asked annoyed. "You're the mafia man, Taehyung. Stop being so oblivious."

"So what do you want me to do? Ask Namjoon to hack into the airport cameras and then the ones on the streets?" Taehyung asked sarcastically. "You and our kids are my priority, not your friend."

"Either you ask Namjoon or I will."

"He works for me. He listens to me."

"Stop being such a dick!" You yell. "Ayana isn't just my friend! She's been with me since the twins were born! Maybe to you she's no one but to me she's like a sister, so either you help me find her or I'll do it myself."

"Are you seriously threatening me right now?" Taehyung scoffs. "You're not going to do anything. You could get hurt."

"If this was any of the boys you'd go to save them without even caring about what I think." You fight back the tears of anger that threaten to fall out. "You're such a hypocrite!"

"And you're inexperienced, Y/N!

"You haven't seen me for three years! You don't know what I'm capable of!" You say, remembering how you killed someone.

"You're not going to go find her!"

"Then why won't you!"

"Because she isn't mine to take care of! You're not going to risk your life for her and that's that!"

"What are you? My dad?!" You question and Taehyung scoffs. "No, you're not. Because my dad would've thought it right to fight for the people you love and care for."

"Y/N we have kids! Stop thinking so carelessly!"

Just when you were about to answer, cries were heard from upstairs.

"I'll go." Taehyung offers.

"No," You rebuke. "I'll go."

You run up the stairs and into the kids' room. You turn on the light to find Taesung crying.

"What happened?" You ask, making your way to console your son.

"You and daddy were screaming." Taesung said through sobs.

You sigh in frustration over how you and Taehyung made your son cry.

"I'm sorry baby." You apologize as he continues to sob into the crook of your neck. "It's okay. Mommy and daddy were just talking really loud."

"Really?" He pulls away to look at you with his lower lip sticking out.

"Yes," you giggle. "We promise not to talk loud anymore."

Taesung nods and you lay him back on his bed. You tuck him under the covers and kiss his forehead.

"I love you so much." You whisper.

"I love you too, mommy."

You close his door and walk back into the master bedroom where you expect to find Taehyung, but don't. You check your phone on the nightstand and read the message Taehyung sent.

You roll your eyes and sigh.

• • • •

"Isao?" You ask once the call was picked up.

"Y/N! Where have you been? I've asked around for you and Ayana, but no one has seen you guys."

"We're in Seoul."

"Seoul?"

"It's a long story." You simply answer. "Listen I really need your help."

"What is it?"

"I know you say you hate getting involved with your mom's side of the family, but I really need this."

"Oh no." You hear him murmur.

"Please just listen. Ayana was abducted, Isao. I know by who, but I just really need you to look into the airport cameras. I need you to check what happened after I got on that plane and left."

The line goes silent for a few seconds. "Please Isao. This is Ayana we're talking about."

"Fine." He finally answers. "I'll see what I can do."

You sigh in relief. "Thank you so much."

"Anything for you. I'll call you when I get something."

• • • •

You hear the door open along with Taehyung throwing his shoes off on the side. He goes to walk into the living room but stops under the door frame.

"I told you not to wait up."

"Are you drunk and high or just drunk?" You question.

"It's none of your business." He answers rudely.

"Of course it's my business, Taehyung. It always has been and especially now when our kids are sleeping upstairs."

"Just go to sleep, Y/N." He says dropping himself on the couch.

"What is going on?" You ask. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what?"

"Like a dick. Like the Taehyung that I loathed and had to get married to."

"This has always been me." He says as he rubs his temples.

"No, it hasn't." You whisper. "You really have changed."

"Three years is a long time."

You walk to him. "Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what, Y/N?!"

"Being so cold!"

"Just stop."

"Taehyung-"

"It's been three years, Y/N! Did you really think I would still be that little boy?!"

"What are you saying? That you've outgrown the 'little boy' who loved me?"

"I'm not saying that. I still love you, Y/N."

"Then maybe act like it."

You storm out of the living room and go into the master bedroom where you begin to cry.

What is going on with Taehyung? Is it the time we've been apart? Us? Or maybe he just doesn't love me anymore...

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing. You looked at the contact name and quickly composed yourself.

"Hello?"

"Y/N? Is everything okay?" Isao asks after noticing a slight difference in your voice.

"Yeah, I think I'm just getting sick." You lie. "Did you find anything?"

"The cameras show Ayana got on the plane, but I can't check what happens after that. The Japanese Mafia doesn't have access to the cameras in Seoul. At least it isn't easy." Isao informs. "Is there any way you can gain access to the cameras at the Seoul airport?"

You think for a moment, but remember Taehyung not wanting to cooperate. "No."

"I can go to Seoul and try hacking into them." Isao offers. "It'll be easier there than here in Japan.

"Can you really?!"

"Absolutely. I told you I'd do anything for you."

You sigh. "Isao-"

"I know. You're married and have kids," He interrupts. "But that still doesn't stop men from falling for you."

You swallow the lump on your throat that his words created.

"I'll call you when I'm in Seoul."

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Is taehyung annoying anyone
else or just me? 🤭🤭

ANYWAYS, everyone say
hello to Isao: