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Third person P.O.V

Taehyung was standing while leaning on the window slightly. He was silently looking at the sky and then something hit him and he smiled through his busted lips and waved his hand over to the sky.

In the next moment, he started humming slightly and started the song his mother recorded for him.... before his birth. (A/n I changed the lyrics from SHE to HE because his mother wrote that for Taehyung in this ff.)

"He.. looks like a blue parrot
Would you come fly to me~

I want some good day, good day, good day..

Good day, good day~

He stopped for a moment as he felt the same emotions spreading through his body... emotions he always feels whenever he listened to that song.. missing the warmth of his mother the whole life. His eyes slowly stung and he felt some warm liquid flowing on his cheeks... he cried... he cried in memory of his mother. Not because he was almost abused.. but because he was afraid.. afraid of being lonely.

He took a moment before starting again with his a bit shaky voice, oblivious of the raven-haired who practically forgot to breathe for a moment when he heard the song.

"This song," Jungkook muttered in horror as he recalled the memories... those memories that kept him a bit sane in the darkest period.

Gulping thickly, he quickly walked towards the source of the voice and his breath hitched when he saw blond standing near the window. His figure was clear in the moonlight of the full moon... he looked like an angel... a broken one.

Jungkook was too much shocked to do anything when Taehyung again started the song.

Looks like a winter bear, you sleep so h-appily..

I wish you a good night... good night.. good night..

Good night, good ni- ght ~

His voice broke again as a sob left his lips. He wanted to feel the warmth again, even though it was just through her voice, but he still felt her, close to her heart. He used to listen to her every night and now he just couldn't. Good nights felt like long gone...

Jungkook was drunk but after listening to his song, he was totally sober. He could feel the song... every verse... every word was the same, the tone was also the same, just the voice was a bit different... because of the age difference.

Imagine your face say Hello to me..
Then all the b- bad days they're nothing to me~

With you~

Winter bear

Ooo hoo oo~ ooo hoo oo~ Ooo hoo oo~

Sleep like a winter bear ~

Ooo hoo oo ~ ooo hoo oo~ ooo hoo oo~

Sleep like a winter bear ~

Taehyung fell on the floor, covering his face as he let out more sobs but muffled those quickly as it was a deep night.

"I- I miss you, Mom... I wish to be with you... I want you, Mom." He cried silently, letting his pain pour out like a river and Jungkook could hear him well as he was standing near that window.

"N-no.. it can't be true. He can't be him... he can't be.." Jungkook was just trying to shake off the deep feeling in his heart that he was wrong, wishing to be wrong.

"Flashback"

"Kookie... here listen to this... my mom recorded this for me..." A small 7 years old boy chirped in excitement, showing the device to the other boy.

"Why not.. but you also sing." The other boy said with a smile.. a smile that only came on the arrival of the younger one.

Younger quickly nodded his head and touched the start button and started singing the song in his mother's voice.

"Sleep like a winter bear~"

"Flashback ends"

After a while, any sort of sound stopped from Taehyung's room and Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts.

He looked up at the window and the blond was gone. Without any further thought, Jungkook ran to his room and opened the door. The room was almost dark, just a small side lamp was on. A small pinch of fear was there when he walked to bed but found that empty.

A sense of panic hit him as he walked into the darkroom to search for a certain blond. He felt his heart clenched when he found the aforementioned sitting near the window, his head resting on the window railing while his body felt slumped.

The dim light was still illuminating the pale skin that was flawed by the ugly bruises... given by none other than himself.

He slowly crouched down to his level and softly touched the bruised skin and found no reaction from the passed-out male. The blond was in deep sleep after the most tiring day of his life.. he was tired not physically but mentally.

Jungkook slowly picked him up and walked to the bed. After gently laying him on the bed and covering his petite frame with blankets, Jungkook sat beside him.

Looking deeply at the boy to prove himself wrong but his breath again hitched when he noticed the mole on his nose...

He bit his lips in nervousness as his hand automatically made its way to touch the mole. Of course, he didn't notice that mole before, and why he should? He never wanted to find that boy in this blond.

No no..he can't be him...

Jungkook tried to shrug off but can't. He just stared at the sleeping boy, and the longer he stared, the more his heart suffocated.

He couldn't control his feelings anymore and dialed a number quickly.

"I need information about this boy, right now. His childhood pictures, specifically around the age of 7-9." The other male quickly said yes boss and Jungkook send him some information.

"I don't know why I am doing so, but if you are really him... I have no idea what will happen." Jungkook mumbled, eyes still fixed on the blond.

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Hoseok called both Jin and Jimin and told them that he found something and want to tell them immediately.

Jin knocked on the office door of the other and a muffled 'come in' came in return. Jin entered the office with Jimin and found Hoseok sitting on his office chair while his eyes looked like he didn't sleep for long.

Upon hearing the voice of the door, he looked up and smiled at both boys.

"Hi to both of you. Come on, sit." He chirped while gesturing for both males to sit opposite him.

"How are you both? Need something to drink?" He asked and both males shook their heads.

"No, thank you so much Hoseok. We are good." Jin said in a soft tone.

"So, what is it?" Jimin asked as he was getting impatient with every passing day.

Hoseok chuckled and walked towards both males.

"Do Mr. Kim.. senior and junior... have any kind of relationship with the mafia?" Hoseok asked in a serious tone and Jin and Jimin quickly shared a look and glared at the detective.

"What kind of question is that?" Jimin snapped at him with a deep frown but Jin put his hand on his thigh to calm him.

"Well, it's a simple question. But from your reaction I am sure, they don't... or maybe you don't know about that." Hoseok stated with a deep frown latching his features.

"Why would they have? We are doing simple work and it's definitely not related to any kind of mafia or thugs." Jin replied a bit offended.

"Well- I am not sure then. But there is definitely something otherwise he is not the person to kidnap someone by himself." Jimin slammed his hands on the table harshly and got up from the chair.

"Can you please stop with this riddle? Tell us, who the hell did that." Jimin deadpanned on Hoseok and this time Jin didn't stop him, he was also getting annoyed.

"Ok ok.. calm down dude." Hoseok chuckled and shook his head before grabbing a file. He placed the file in front of both males before locking his fingers together.

"According to my research, your cousin was kidnapped by a mafia group.. and the most important thing is that the Mafia leader.. himself.. did so. The boy who was carrying your cousin." Hoseok explained while both males were reading the file.

"This is him?" Jin asked while pointing his finger to a picture on file and the detective nodded his head.

"He is Jeon Jungkook.. I know him well. He was one of those mafias that are involved in removing some dangerous thugs that even police can't. He is not the type of mafia to harm innocents." Hoseok frowned and Jin snickered.

"So you are trying to say that Taehyung isn't innocent?" Jimin was trying his best to calm his bubbling anger.

"It's not always related to the person who is the victim.. maybe the target is someone else." Jin and Jimin looked at each other.

"Don't tell me-" Jimin gasped and tried to put things together.

"Uncle wasn't involved in anything as far as I know," Jin said with uncertainty.

"One more thing, according to my information, he didn't enter the hall by himself. I checked the security of the hotel and I am sure that someone helped him...

Someone from family." Hoseok added.

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Jungkook patiently waited for the information and the funny thing was, he reminded seated next to sleeping Taehyung.

Taehyung slightly frowned in his sleep, a groan left his lips and his body flinched. His hand moved to his covered stomach and slightly clutched the blanket over it. It lasted for a moment before his grip loosened on the blanket.

Jungkook blinked before slowly removing his hand from the blanket. He had no idea why he was doing so but he removed the blanket and gently moved Taehyung's shirt up.

He saw a big purple gash on his stomach and it definitely looked painful. Jungkook bit his lips and felt a sense of guilt again seething inside his veins. Right at moment, his phone buzzed as the information was transferred to his phone.

How much impatient he was, but now when the information was already on his phone, he felt his limbs getting numb at the thought of finding out something he wasn't ready for.

He opened the file with shaking hands and read that.

Name: Kim Taehyung
Mother:  Deceased.
Father: Kim Hyungsik
Address old: xxxxx
Address new: xxxxx

Attached file:

Jungkook calmly read the information and his heartbeat quickened when he noticed the old address. His lips went dry as he moved the page up to see the pictures.

His eyes widened in horror, his heart skipped beats and he felt his brain stop working. The phone slowly slipped away from his hands as his hands felt numb... so numb.

With his blank eyes, he turned to face the boy who was sleeping so soundly.

Jungkook got up from the bed in hurry and his gaze fell on all the bruises he gave to the blond. He grabbed his hair while shaking his head.

He never thought that he would find the boy in such a situation... the boy he was searching for- for years.. the boy he wanted to treasure for his whole life... the boy he admired and felt burdened under his sympathy... the boy he wanted to protect.

But he broke him...he hurt him... he hurt him mentally and physically, in the worst ways ever. He was impulsive, too hurt to see the person who made his life a living hell so far and was still having the best life ever, and being in his own pain, he did something to an innocent he never wanted to. It did make him guilty, he was sad to see the blond suffering, and being the cause of it too, but now, when he knows who the blond was, guilt was a very small word to describe his situation.

Jungkook fell to his knees as tears fell down his cheeks...he was crying.. after years... the emotions were flowing through his body.

"Why?? Why do you have to be his son? Why?" Jungkook muttered while still clutching his hair, finding his soul hurt all over again. His gaze fixed on the boy who again whimpered slightly in his sleep.

He wanted to compensate for his father's deeds, for something he even didn't do...

Jungkook thought and closed his eyes in the pain he was feeling in his heart.

"H- how I am gonna compensate now.."

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Assalam o alaikum. How is it? I am crying... :( .Just a glimpse of childhood but let it be a secret for a while.