Taehyung walks down the dark street, limping slightly. His hoodie is covering his hair and saving his neck from the cold. It's so cold now that he can clearly see the white clouds from his breath form every time he exhales.

It will be Christmas next month. What should he get for Jimin?

He keeps walking, ignoring the aching pain in his back, he's used to it. After another fifteen minutes, Taehyung enters his apartment building. He sighs and enjoys the warmth as he walks up the stairs.

He's annoyingly tired. The food at the diner has definitely helped, but he still feels weak and dizzy. He grabs his keys and locks himself inside. It's only 10 pm, so he's not surprised when he sees Jungkook on the couch, watching tv.

The elder is glad to see that Jimin is not in the living room, so he must be sleeping. Taehyung closes the door behind him and takes his jacket off. He lets the hoodie stay on.

"Hey," Jungkook says, giving the other a short glance.

"Hi," Taehyung answers and walks over to his school bag. He pulls his notebook out and opens it on the familiar site.

He sighs louder than intended as he sees the numbers. He can't afford to take a shower. He lets a hand slide over his face before resting over his mouth. He can smell himself. He smells like sex, cum, and sweat and it's freaking disgusting.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks before standing up. Taehyung doesn't realize that the younger was speaking to him before he feels the raven press his groin against his ass.

He yelps and turns abruptly, pushing Jungkook slightly back, even though it was a half-hearted push.

"Wow, calm down, I'll pay," the raven says with a smirk.

"I didn't just babysit your child for free," he adds.

Taehyung gulps and looks down. He bites his lip to hinder the sobs from escaping his lips. He's tired, incredibly tired.

"Taehyung?"

Was the floor always this... wavy? Taehyung takes a hand to his forehead and hisses by the sudden dizziness that fills his head. His heart is beating fast and a headache pumping harshly in the back of his head.

Fucking shit.

"Taehyung!?"

Everything turns black.

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Taehyung slowly opens his eyes. His head is hurting awfully much.

He hisses before looking around. He's in a small room on a bed, all the walls are white and its sterile smell is making him uncomfortable.

He quickly figures he's in a hospital room. He sighs and calms for a second.

But only for a second.

Jimin!?

But his fear disappears as fast as it arrived, seeing the small boy on the bed next to him, sleeping quietly while hugging his plushie.

Taehyung falls back on his side, his eyes never leaving his son. What happened? Has Jimin been taken care of?

Suddenly the door opens and a woman steps inside.

"Oh, you're awake!" She comments and places some food next to the bed.

"What happened?" Taehyung asks, his voice hoarse.

"You passed out."

"Oh..."

The woman sees through him like an open book, knowing that Taehyung knows why he passed out. The brunette ruffles his hair and suddenly feels his stomach take a turn.

He grabs his hair and looks at the nurse with big eyes.

"H-How long have I been here?"

"Three days, we couldn't wake you up."

No.

No, no, no. Three days?

He abruptly stands from the bed, ignoring the nurse's protests and grabs his clothes on the shelf. He lifts the still sleeping Jimin into his arms and sprints out of the building.

It only takes him ten minutes before he's at Jin's house.

"Taehyung?" Jin is surprised, not knowing Taehyung woke up from the hospital yet.

"Sorry Jin, please take Jimin," the younger rushes the kid into Jin's arms. The elder can't object before Taehyung is running from the house and down on the street again.

He feels his throat get cold from running, his eyes blurry from fear. Penetrating, disastrous fear.

Why does Taehyung live?

One reason and one reason only. To protect his son. To show his son as much love and care he can in this world.

And he swears, he will do anything to ensure his baby's future and safety.

He hurries through the familiar doors to the hotel, totally out of breath as he almost breaks the door to his father's office open.

"There you are."

"I-I s-swear I didn't m-mean for this! I p-passed out and ended up a-at the hospital and-"

"Taehyung. I don't care."

The younger's eyes widen, and he stares at his disgusting father who has his legs on the table, leaned back in the old chair.

"But-"

"You broke the deal. I don't care how or why."

Taehyung needs to support himself against the doorframe. He feels his knees weaken and his eyes blinking rapidly to get a hold of the situation, keeping him from passing out again.

"And I thought you would come here. You dropped him off at that friend of yours, right?"

Taehyung feels the fear and anger rise in his throat.

"They will go to your apartment to get his stuff."

Those were the words that send Taehyung flying. He ignores the aching pain from his legs as he sprints from the building as fast as he can, high on adrenalin. He swears he could outrun Usain right now. He feels his phone vibrate, probably messages from Jin.

The words of his father spin in the back of his head as he keeps running in the direction of his house.