Château de Versailles (3/?) Part Two
Title: Château de Versailles (3/?) Part Two
Pairing(s): DooWoon
Rating: PG-13+
Word Count: 6,631
Summary: Yoon Doojoon is a decorated police officer of New York City. Away from work, he is also the spouse of a sweetheart and a doting father of their triplets. He has brought countless criminals to justice, but one will bring him to his knees.
Previous: Château de Versailles (3/?) Part One
(Yong Yoseob’s residence, Lee Kikwang’s POV….)
Yoseob called me a few hours ago while I was babysitting for the Viens. I missed the call, but he left a voice message. He said to come to his house as soon as I could, and that’s why I’m standing in front of his door right now. I knock on the stained glass, and I stand patiently by.
Yoseob greets me kindly as always. His smile is extra sparkly today, though, “Hello~” He has a drink in his hand.
“Hello, Seoooob~ I’m sorry that I couldn’t respond. I was with a client today.”
Yoseob waves it off. “Oh you’re completely fine, dear. Come in, come in~”
Yoseob permits me passage into his grand home. I place my bags to the side.
“Where’s my Mari~?” I ask, looking around for my hobbling little princess. Out of all the children that I sit for, I see Mari the most. I’ve been her nanny practically since she was a little less than a year old. She calls me uncle~ She’s an adorable little thing of limitless energy.
“She’s taking her afternoon nap… buuuut there are some other friends you can play with.”
“What do you mean…?”
He motions me to tail him… I follow Yoseob into the main space. There is a blanket spread out on the floor. And I see toys. Old toys. Mari’s toys. And I hear banging, and gibberish.
And then I spy three little ones. They take notice of my presence instantly, and I am ambushed all at once by the same pair of brown little circles. They’re triplets. They’re wearing the same clothing: a long-sleeved blue shirt with dark-red overalls. They each bore the cartoonish image of a sailboat on them. I look back into their wide eyes again… and I look deeper… and deeper………
“Aren’t these the-?”
“Yes. That’s them,” Yoseob confirms. And that’s all he needs to say.
These are the missing triplets from the news.
“Seobie… I had a feeling that you’d be a suspect, but… I didn’t think you’d go so far as to take the children.”
“Yeah well I kinda didn’t, either, but when someone cold-bloodedly kills your husband of ten years, you’ll be surprised at how far you’ll go. And furthermore, I didn’t have anywhere else to take ‘em. I wasn’t expecting to get the children, too when I went to kidnap him. I was only expecting Dongwoon to be in the store. Now that I look back on all o’ this, those kids fucked everything up, but I wasn’t gonna let Dongwoon know that-”
“‘Dongwoon?’”
“Their mother. Doojoon’s husband.”
“Oh. Didn’t they say he was pregnant, too?”
“Yep. A few months.”
Dear God.
“I’m not doing this to torture Dongwoon. Fuck Dongwoon, really. I’m doing this to teach Doojoon that he just can’t go around shooting up people’s spouses and not face any kind of consequences. So if it takes kidnapping his husband and little brats to get that fact across to him then so fucking be it.”
I… I can comprehend why he’s doing all of this, but he’s really taken it too far… If he ever gets caught, he will be in some serious trouble with the law. But some of Jun’s evasive tactics have rubbed off on Seobie. He’s a true weasel. It’ll be a headache to catch him if he’s ever caught.
“From what I’ve gathered, they’re actually really good babies. You shouldn’t have any problems with them. They don’t need your constant attention and entertainment like Mari did, ‘cause they’ve got each other. But they like to meddle some, so keep an eye out for them. I don’t want them breaking my shit. Mari seems to like their company. She took a quick liking to them the first night they were here,” Seobie smiles, “she likes to boss them around.”
“That sounds like something she’d do… Well… aren’t you worried?”
“Worried for what?”
“The cops.”
“Um, no. No one’s actively lookin’ for these kids. There’s a billion things on the PD’s plate and these brats were shoveled off a long time ago. But enough with the questions. You just listen me…” Yoseob leans into my face, “Your only job from here on out is to take care of Mari and these imps twenty-four seven. Whatever job or jobs you have on the side, call ‘em up and tell ‘em you quit. And you aren’t to tell anyone about this, or I’ll have you sent off somewhere where no one will ever find you~ Understand~?”
Great. Now I’m tangled in this bull.
Well, I knew what I was getting in to.
“Yes sir. I understand completely.”
“Perfect. I knew you would~ You can move into the spare room officially this weekend. And I’ll increase your salary three times. One for each kid. How’s that work for you?”
“That works fine. What are their names?” I ask.
“I honestly do not know, and I couldn’t care less. But for your sake, I’ll ask,” he yawns, “…I’m gonna lie down for a while… Marilyn’s gonna probably wake up in another hour, so I’ll tend to her. If there’s anything you need for those, I’ll get it, but after my nap.”
“Alright. Rest well.”
“I’ll try to.”
Yoseob disappears into his domain. The babies simultaneously turn their heads to watch him go.
And here I am, sitting in the center of the living space with kidnapped triplets.
“Wonderful,” I sigh. The boys turn their heads, peering at me again. The boy in the center seems to be very friendly… He crawls towards me, abandoning the musical toy in his clutch. I stop when the distance between us is cozy. I bend my neck lower, “Hi there, cutie.”
This one here is not at all interested in getting acquainted with me personally. He looks me over with these stunning brown marbles, crawls into my lap and reaches for my glasses. He almost snags ‘em, but I pull away.
“Ah, no, baby. You can’t have these~ Hyung can’t see without these.”
Because of their brother’s interest, the other two begin to crawl for me. All three are now interested in my spectacles. Grasping for them becomes a little game. And they’re all smiling with their eyes and with their lips. I play along with them, but at the same time, I feel so sorry for these little unsuspecting boys. Poor babies.
They know not the danger that they’re in.
(Yoon Apartment, 12:13 A.M.)
I fall into my new routine: I come home, and I undress. Dinner is a meat sandwich and a bowl of alfredo soup. They don’t taste that great together, I soon learn, but I’m too exhausted to actually cook something. I try to watch some TV, but all it ever does is make me angry. These newscasters would rather broadcast the most irrelevant stories than put out a follow-up story about my family. Shows where their priorities really are…
The streets were pretty calm today. Guk and I got out a few times and inquired some of the loiterers hanging around if they knew anything about Junhyung or his alleged husband. Most said they weren’t, but there was a study done around the area, and about eighty percent of those that got busted for trafficking got their supplies from a single source, and that source was Yong Junhyung.
But at the end of the day, work was not as stressful as I foresaw. My senses are heightened. I can say that, though. I’m not sure if there’s a crossbow on my back, but I always feel that I’m being watched… I need to be on my toes.
I shut off the TV after dinner. That’s enough television for one day. I don’t watch it much.
I cut off the lights in the main area. I let down the curtains. Everything’s swamped in darkness, everything’s quiet.
Going to bed is the same for me every night. The same as in, I experience the same feelings night to night. The feelings of emptiness and failure. No matter how many pep talks Guk gives, the absence of Dongwoon’s warmth and my boys’ cries breaks me down emotionally and mentally every time I think on it. ‘Cause they’re not here. I miss all of the songs Dongwoon sang to the boys before bed. I miss the warmth from his body… I miss him playing with my hair at night while we lay in bed and talk. I miss monitoring my boys’ growth. I miss them talking to me, and tumbling around, and watching them play…… In this month alone, I’ve probably missed so many things: Checkups for the boys, ultrasounds for Woon-
The home phone rings. I just about shatter my ankle tying to flip out of bed. I fight to find my balance. Something told me that I needed to get my ass up and take the call.
I tear the phone off the dinner table where I last left it, and I smash it into my ear.
“Yeah?”
“Doojoon…!?”
It’s my love.
“Dongwoon?”
He huffs into the phone, creating brief static disruptions, “Doojoon… Hey.”
“Hey, baby… you okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“They aren’t hurtin’ you are they?”
“No. I’m good. I’m okay…”
“How d’you feel?”
“I’m feeling fine. Everything’s fine, normal.”
“Good, good…” That’s what I wanna hear.
“How are you doing? How’ve you been?”
“I’m fine, baby. I’ve just been going crazy. It’s been… crazy, not having you. I’m just happy to hear your voice again.”
“Me, too… I’ve missed your voice, too Joonie. I… I… Wh-What day is it?”
“Today? It’s November 8th.”
“It’s been close to a month since I was taken?”
“……Yeah. That’s what it looks like.”
Dongwoon sighs with a helplessness I can taste. It’s like someone’s squeezing my heart.
“Any word on the boys?” he asks with a pinch of hope in his tone. I sigh heftily. There isn’t a thing that pains me more than me having to tell Dongwoon that I haven’t located our boys. He’s not even concerned for himself, and he’s expecting. It’s our boys that are on his mind. It’s always been that way.
“………Nothing. I gave the department your information as well as theirs. They said they’d call if they heard or saw anything, and… so far, nothing. I’ve been looking and asking around, too, and every story is the same… nothing.”
“…………”
I’m letting him down.
“Baby… I’m trying. I’m doin’ all that I can-”
“I know you are, I just… I can’t imagine that no one saw them, or saw where they took them.”
“Yeah, me too. But I’m looking.”
“What about the other officers? Don’t you have-isn’t there a sort of team looking for them?”
I rub my fingers across my brow.
“…Yeah. I’m the team. Well, actually, me and Guk. As… As horrible as this is, babe, with you and the boys missing, the department doesn’t have the time to assemble a search party to go out and spend days searching for you. Or, rather they don’t want to find the time to pay the expenses it would cost without having a substantial, promising lead on the case already. We had some press in the beginning, but, with so much happening right now, the story’s gone flat. I’m sorry, Woon. It’s kind of a one-man show right now until we can find out more.”
“…Doojoon, I’m so worried for them. They’re so little… and they need so much attention. And it’s getting colder and colder-”
“Everything’ll turn up alright, Woonie. I’m looking for ‘em.”
“……What have you found out so far?”
“So far… We know what your kidnapper physically looks like. The ring leader, so to speak. He’s the blonde. The short blonde. Junhyung’s partner. I searched again for Junhyung in the database, hoping it would give the name of his spouse since he was married. It gave me nothing. There was no name. So I can’t track him down, and I can’t get a location. So right now, things are pretty… stale.”
“…Oh.”
“But you don’t worry. Relax. I’m on top of everything. I’m gonna get it straightened out. But… go back for a second for me. You asked me what day it was… There’s not a calendar or anything you can look at? Where are they keeping you?”
“They always blindfold me whenever I change locations, so I can’t look at anything. The only places that I’ve seen since that day was Yong-ssi’s office and this empty room they keep me in. I’m left by myself until someone comes and gives me food.”
“Are they feeding you well?” I’m concerned for the baby. These are fragile weeks for Dongwoon.
“Yeah. Only simple things, but it suffices. I ask for water a lot, too… They give me whatever necessities I want so long as I behave. There’s just… no communication. An’… there’s nothing on the walls. There’s no clock. There’re no windows. There’s nothing. I don’t even know if it’s day or night out right now. And even if I could see anything… They said if I told you anything, they would hurt me.”
That’s the last thing I want.
“…Can you see right now?” I ask him.
“Yeah.”
“Who’s in the room with you?”
“……Yong-ssi.”
“He’s listening?”
“Yes I am, Doojoon,” I hear Yong-ssi reply, and my blood thickens, “are you enjoying your chat? I’m sorry that it’s been a while since you’ve last talked with him. He’s asked to speak with you several times, but I’ve just been very busy.”
Just listening to him speak makes my skin burn. “You fucking child. You think this is a fucking game, don’t you?”
“Oh no. You’re mistaken, Doojoon. I’m taking this quite seriously. And your pet is very much telling you the truth: One peep out of him, and I’ll consider skipping a few meals past his door for a couple days. Or, until I feel like he’s learned his lesson. And we certainly wouldn’t want that, would we Dongwoon?”
“No, Yong-ssi,” Dongwoon answers with a fault in his tone.
“It wouldn’t be good for the baby,” Yong-ssi adds.
My heart rejects a beat. There is nothing coursing through my veins. How in the hell does he know about our child? I am one-hundred percent sure Dongwoon didn’t tell him. He definitely hasn’t been carrying it long enough to show.
“I assume your silence is your way of asking, ‘How did he know?’ Doojoon. I’ve watched your tool here frolic to and from his doctor visits. I know he’s pregnant. It excites me, really. Because he will do anything I say just to keep that damned seed of yours alive, and that leaves me with plenty of ideas…”
“If you do anything to him, or any of our children-”
“Oh pipe down. You’re in no position to threaten me. If I were you, I’d finish my talk with my distressed husband here. This is a timed conversation. Who knows when you’ll speak to him again?”
Dongwoon swallows into the phone, “I miss you, Joonie…”
I choke.
“I miss you, too, babe. I’m trying, Woon.”
“I know you are, but don’t worry about me. Focus on finding our babies… Having them safe and with you is all I want right now. And Joon, be careful. They tell me that they see you all the time. They follow you; they know where you are. They can hurt you…”
“Them hurting me is the last thing that’ll happen. I’m worried about what they’re doing to you. I need to get to you as soon as possible. You’re already two months.”
“I feel fine. I’m eating well, and they’re giving me water. We’ll be okay… I… I can feel it moving sometimes.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. In a few more weeks it’ll be a girl or boy.”
“What does it feel like?”
“A girl.”
I sigh in frustration, “I was going for another boy, but right now, I don’t care what it is. Baby, I’m sorry for all o’ this.” If anything happens to either of them, it’s all on me. I don’t think I can shoulder that.
“Doo, don’t apologize. Stop it.”
“I really am. I should’ve-”
“None o’ this is your fault. It’s not your fault, Doojoon. Stop putting the blame on yourself…”
“Alright. I’m gettin’ sick of hearing this. Take him out,” I hear Yong-ssi say. Immediately after that order, I hear all sorts of commotion in the background static. And then I hear, “DoojoonIloveyouokay!?”
I scream for them to give him just a few more seconds with me.
But the line is cut.
These dates are fucking me up badly, so I hope they aren’t fucking you up. But if they are, basically, all you need to know is Dongwoon’s two months along. He and the kids have also been taken for at least a month at this point. His babies are little, about ten months, and Kiki-a nanny for high-end parents-has now been assigned to care for them as well as Seobie’s daughter. That’s all.
Thank you bb sooooo muuuuuccccchhhhhhhhhh for readiiiiiiiiiinnnnggggggggg……. <333333333333
Oh, and aside from Runi ♥, this is where I got my inspiration for this from.
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Pairing(s): DooWoon
Rating: PG-13+
Word Count: 6,631
Summary: Yoon Doojoon is a decorated police officer of New York City. Away from work, he is also the spouse of a sweetheart and a doting father of their triplets. He has brought countless criminals to justice, but one will bring him to his knees.
Previous: Château de Versailles (3/?) Part One
(Yong Yoseob’s residence, Lee Kikwang’s POV….)
Yoseob called me a few hours ago while I was babysitting for the Viens. I missed the call, but he left a voice message. He said to come to his house as soon as I could, and that’s why I’m standing in front of his door right now. I knock on the stained glass, and I stand patiently by.
Yoseob greets me kindly as always. His smile is extra sparkly today, though, “Hello~” He has a drink in his hand.
“Hello, Seoooob~ I’m sorry that I couldn’t respond. I was with a client today.”
Yoseob waves it off. “Oh you’re completely fine, dear. Come in, come in~”
Yoseob permits me passage into his grand home. I place my bags to the side.
“Where’s my Mari~?” I ask, looking around for my hobbling little princess. Out of all the children that I sit for, I see Mari the most. I’ve been her nanny practically since she was a little less than a year old. She calls me uncle~ She’s an adorable little thing of limitless energy.
“She’s taking her afternoon nap… buuuut there are some other friends you can play with.”
“What do you mean…?”
He motions me to tail him… I follow Yoseob into the main space. There is a blanket spread out on the floor. And I see toys. Old toys. Mari’s toys. And I hear banging, and gibberish.
And then I spy three little ones. They take notice of my presence instantly, and I am ambushed all at once by the same pair of brown little circles. They’re triplets. They’re wearing the same clothing: a long-sleeved blue shirt with dark-red overalls. They each bore the cartoonish image of a sailboat on them. I look back into their wide eyes again… and I look deeper… and deeper………
“Aren’t these the-?”
“Yes. That’s them,” Yoseob confirms. And that’s all he needs to say.
These are the missing triplets from the news.
“Seobie… I had a feeling that you’d be a suspect, but… I didn’t think you’d go so far as to take the children.”
“Yeah well I kinda didn’t, either, but when someone cold-bloodedly kills your husband of ten years, you’ll be surprised at how far you’ll go. And furthermore, I didn’t have anywhere else to take ‘em. I wasn’t expecting to get the children, too when I went to kidnap him. I was only expecting Dongwoon to be in the store. Now that I look back on all o’ this, those kids fucked everything up, but I wasn’t gonna let Dongwoon know that-”
“‘Dongwoon?’”
“Their mother. Doojoon’s husband.”
“Oh. Didn’t they say he was pregnant, too?”
“Yep. A few months.”
Dear God.
“I’m not doing this to torture Dongwoon. Fuck Dongwoon, really. I’m doing this to teach Doojoon that he just can’t go around shooting up people’s spouses and not face any kind of consequences. So if it takes kidnapping his husband and little brats to get that fact across to him then so fucking be it.”
I… I can comprehend why he’s doing all of this, but he’s really taken it too far… If he ever gets caught, he will be in some serious trouble with the law. But some of Jun’s evasive tactics have rubbed off on Seobie. He’s a true weasel. It’ll be a headache to catch him if he’s ever caught.
“From what I’ve gathered, they’re actually really good babies. You shouldn’t have any problems with them. They don’t need your constant attention and entertainment like Mari did, ‘cause they’ve got each other. But they like to meddle some, so keep an eye out for them. I don’t want them breaking my shit. Mari seems to like their company. She took a quick liking to them the first night they were here,” Seobie smiles, “she likes to boss them around.”
“That sounds like something she’d do… Well… aren’t you worried?”
“Worried for what?”
“The cops.”
“Um, no. No one’s actively lookin’ for these kids. There’s a billion things on the PD’s plate and these brats were shoveled off a long time ago. But enough with the questions. You just listen me…” Yoseob leans into my face, “Your only job from here on out is to take care of Mari and these imps twenty-four seven. Whatever job or jobs you have on the side, call ‘em up and tell ‘em you quit. And you aren’t to tell anyone about this, or I’ll have you sent off somewhere where no one will ever find you~ Understand~?”
Great. Now I’m tangled in this bull.
Well, I knew what I was getting in to.
“Yes sir. I understand completely.”
“Perfect. I knew you would~ You can move into the spare room officially this weekend. And I’ll increase your salary three times. One for each kid. How’s that work for you?”
“That works fine. What are their names?” I ask.
“I honestly do not know, and I couldn’t care less. But for your sake, I’ll ask,” he yawns, “…I’m gonna lie down for a while… Marilyn’s gonna probably wake up in another hour, so I’ll tend to her. If there’s anything you need for those, I’ll get it, but after my nap.”
“Alright. Rest well.”
“I’ll try to.”
Yoseob disappears into his domain. The babies simultaneously turn their heads to watch him go.
And here I am, sitting in the center of the living space with kidnapped triplets.
“Wonderful,” I sigh. The boys turn their heads, peering at me again. The boy in the center seems to be very friendly… He crawls towards me, abandoning the musical toy in his clutch. I stop when the distance between us is cozy. I bend my neck lower, “Hi there, cutie.”
This one here is not at all interested in getting acquainted with me personally. He looks me over with these stunning brown marbles, crawls into my lap and reaches for my glasses. He almost snags ‘em, but I pull away.
“Ah, no, baby. You can’t have these~ Hyung can’t see without these.”
Because of their brother’s interest, the other two begin to crawl for me. All three are now interested in my spectacles. Grasping for them becomes a little game. And they’re all smiling with their eyes and with their lips. I play along with them, but at the same time, I feel so sorry for these little unsuspecting boys. Poor babies.
They know not the danger that they’re in.
(Yoon Apartment, 12:13 A.M.)
I fall into my new routine: I come home, and I undress. Dinner is a meat sandwich and a bowl of alfredo soup. They don’t taste that great together, I soon learn, but I’m too exhausted to actually cook something. I try to watch some TV, but all it ever does is make me angry. These newscasters would rather broadcast the most irrelevant stories than put out a follow-up story about my family. Shows where their priorities really are…
The streets were pretty calm today. Guk and I got out a few times and inquired some of the loiterers hanging around if they knew anything about Junhyung or his alleged husband. Most said they weren’t, but there was a study done around the area, and about eighty percent of those that got busted for trafficking got their supplies from a single source, and that source was Yong Junhyung.
But at the end of the day, work was not as stressful as I foresaw. My senses are heightened. I can say that, though. I’m not sure if there’s a crossbow on my back, but I always feel that I’m being watched… I need to be on my toes.
I shut off the TV after dinner. That’s enough television for one day. I don’t watch it much.
I cut off the lights in the main area. I let down the curtains. Everything’s swamped in darkness, everything’s quiet.
Going to bed is the same for me every night. The same as in, I experience the same feelings night to night. The feelings of emptiness and failure. No matter how many pep talks Guk gives, the absence of Dongwoon’s warmth and my boys’ cries breaks me down emotionally and mentally every time I think on it. ‘Cause they’re not here. I miss all of the songs Dongwoon sang to the boys before bed. I miss the warmth from his body… I miss him playing with my hair at night while we lay in bed and talk. I miss monitoring my boys’ growth. I miss them talking to me, and tumbling around, and watching them play…… In this month alone, I’ve probably missed so many things: Checkups for the boys, ultrasounds for Woon-
The home phone rings. I just about shatter my ankle tying to flip out of bed. I fight to find my balance. Something told me that I needed to get my ass up and take the call.
I tear the phone off the dinner table where I last left it, and I smash it into my ear.
“Yeah?”
“Doojoon…!?”
It’s my love.
“Dongwoon?”
He huffs into the phone, creating brief static disruptions, “Doojoon… Hey.”
“Hey, baby… you okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“They aren’t hurtin’ you are they?”
“No. I’m good. I’m okay…”
“How d’you feel?”
“I’m feeling fine. Everything’s fine, normal.”
“Good, good…” That’s what I wanna hear.
“How are you doing? How’ve you been?”
“I’m fine, baby. I’ve just been going crazy. It’s been… crazy, not having you. I’m just happy to hear your voice again.”
“Me, too… I’ve missed your voice, too Joonie. I… I… Wh-What day is it?”
“Today? It’s November 8th.”
“It’s been close to a month since I was taken?”
“……Yeah. That’s what it looks like.”
Dongwoon sighs with a helplessness I can taste. It’s like someone’s squeezing my heart.
“Any word on the boys?” he asks with a pinch of hope in his tone. I sigh heftily. There isn’t a thing that pains me more than me having to tell Dongwoon that I haven’t located our boys. He’s not even concerned for himself, and he’s expecting. It’s our boys that are on his mind. It’s always been that way.
“………Nothing. I gave the department your information as well as theirs. They said they’d call if they heard or saw anything, and… so far, nothing. I’ve been looking and asking around, too, and every story is the same… nothing.”
“…………”
I’m letting him down.
“Baby… I’m trying. I’m doin’ all that I can-”
“I know you are, I just… I can’t imagine that no one saw them, or saw where they took them.”
“Yeah, me too. But I’m looking.”
“What about the other officers? Don’t you have-isn’t there a sort of team looking for them?”
I rub my fingers across my brow.
“…Yeah. I’m the team. Well, actually, me and Guk. As… As horrible as this is, babe, with you and the boys missing, the department doesn’t have the time to assemble a search party to go out and spend days searching for you. Or, rather they don’t want to find the time to pay the expenses it would cost without having a substantial, promising lead on the case already. We had some press in the beginning, but, with so much happening right now, the story’s gone flat. I’m sorry, Woon. It’s kind of a one-man show right now until we can find out more.”
“…Doojoon, I’m so worried for them. They’re so little… and they need so much attention. And it’s getting colder and colder-”
“Everything’ll turn up alright, Woonie. I’m looking for ‘em.”
“……What have you found out so far?”
“So far… We know what your kidnapper physically looks like. The ring leader, so to speak. He’s the blonde. The short blonde. Junhyung’s partner. I searched again for Junhyung in the database, hoping it would give the name of his spouse since he was married. It gave me nothing. There was no name. So I can’t track him down, and I can’t get a location. So right now, things are pretty… stale.”
“…Oh.”
“But you don’t worry. Relax. I’m on top of everything. I’m gonna get it straightened out. But… go back for a second for me. You asked me what day it was… There’s not a calendar or anything you can look at? Where are they keeping you?”
“They always blindfold me whenever I change locations, so I can’t look at anything. The only places that I’ve seen since that day was Yong-ssi’s office and this empty room they keep me in. I’m left by myself until someone comes and gives me food.”
“Are they feeding you well?” I’m concerned for the baby. These are fragile weeks for Dongwoon.
“Yeah. Only simple things, but it suffices. I ask for water a lot, too… They give me whatever necessities I want so long as I behave. There’s just… no communication. An’… there’s nothing on the walls. There’s no clock. There’re no windows. There’s nothing. I don’t even know if it’s day or night out right now. And even if I could see anything… They said if I told you anything, they would hurt me.”
That’s the last thing I want.
“…Can you see right now?” I ask him.
“Yeah.”
“Who’s in the room with you?”
“……Yong-ssi.”
“He’s listening?”
“Yes I am, Doojoon,” I hear Yong-ssi reply, and my blood thickens, “are you enjoying your chat? I’m sorry that it’s been a while since you’ve last talked with him. He’s asked to speak with you several times, but I’ve just been very busy.”
Just listening to him speak makes my skin burn. “You fucking child. You think this is a fucking game, don’t you?”
“Oh no. You’re mistaken, Doojoon. I’m taking this quite seriously. And your pet is very much telling you the truth: One peep out of him, and I’ll consider skipping a few meals past his door for a couple days. Or, until I feel like he’s learned his lesson. And we certainly wouldn’t want that, would we Dongwoon?”
“No, Yong-ssi,” Dongwoon answers with a fault in his tone.
“It wouldn’t be good for the baby,” Yong-ssi adds.
My heart rejects a beat. There is nothing coursing through my veins. How in the hell does he know about our child? I am one-hundred percent sure Dongwoon didn’t tell him. He definitely hasn’t been carrying it long enough to show.
“I assume your silence is your way of asking, ‘How did he know?’ Doojoon. I’ve watched your tool here frolic to and from his doctor visits. I know he’s pregnant. It excites me, really. Because he will do anything I say just to keep that damned seed of yours alive, and that leaves me with plenty of ideas…”
“If you do anything to him, or any of our children-”
“Oh pipe down. You’re in no position to threaten me. If I were you, I’d finish my talk with my distressed husband here. This is a timed conversation. Who knows when you’ll speak to him again?”
Dongwoon swallows into the phone, “I miss you, Joonie…”
I choke.
“I miss you, too, babe. I’m trying, Woon.”
“I know you are, but don’t worry about me. Focus on finding our babies… Having them safe and with you is all I want right now. And Joon, be careful. They tell me that they see you all the time. They follow you; they know where you are. They can hurt you…”
“Them hurting me is the last thing that’ll happen. I’m worried about what they’re doing to you. I need to get to you as soon as possible. You’re already two months.”
“I feel fine. I’m eating well, and they’re giving me water. We’ll be okay… I… I can feel it moving sometimes.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. In a few more weeks it’ll be a girl or boy.”
“What does it feel like?”
“A girl.”
I sigh in frustration, “I was going for another boy, but right now, I don’t care what it is. Baby, I’m sorry for all o’ this.” If anything happens to either of them, it’s all on me. I don’t think I can shoulder that.
“Doo, don’t apologize. Stop it.”
“I really am. I should’ve-”
“None o’ this is your fault. It’s not your fault, Doojoon. Stop putting the blame on yourself…”
“Alright. I’m gettin’ sick of hearing this. Take him out,” I hear Yong-ssi say. Immediately after that order, I hear all sorts of commotion in the background static. And then I hear, “DoojoonIloveyouokay!?”
I scream for them to give him just a few more seconds with me.
But the line is cut.
These dates are fucking me up badly, so I hope they aren’t fucking you up. But if they are, basically, all you need to know is Dongwoon’s two months along. He and the kids have also been taken for at least a month at this point. His babies are little, about ten months, and Kiki-a nanny for high-end parents-has now been assigned to care for them as well as Seobie’s daughter. That’s all.
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Oh, and aside from Runi ♥, this is where I got my inspiration for this from.
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