"What the fuck do you want?" I asked flatly.

"That is no way to greet me." She answered snarkly. I growled at her and looked down at the kid.

"Hey, bud." I said lightly, my tone instantly getting lighter.

"Daddy!" He squealed, waving his hands in quick signals. I smiled a bit and picked him up.

"Stay here." I told her flatly before walking inside the apartment.

"Yoonie!" Jimin said happily, jumping up at the sight of my son.

"Can you watch him for a few minutes?"

"Is she here?"

"I would've murdered her if she had sent him over by himself again." I said lowly. He simply nodded and I handed Yoonbin over to him, then turned and walked back to the door. "Now tell me. What the fuck do you want, bitch?"

"That's no way to speak to your wife."

"You are not my wife. I never proposed and we were never married." I said flatly.

"I'm the mother of your child!" She suddenly yelled.

"You're a fucking slut who fucking drugged me!" I screamed back. "Tell me what you want, Wendy!"

"I need money, Okay?" She finally spit. "Your checks aren't enough."

"I give you over ten thousand every other week."

"But-"

"I'm not giving you more money so you can go buy drugs!"

"You will if you want your son to be taken care of!"

"You little-!" I stopped myself, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her outside, slamming the door behind us. She shrieked in protest. But I'd lost it by then to care.

Jimin POV

I bounced Yoonbin on my knee slightly, trying to distract him from the yelling. Hoseok and Yoongi sat there awkwardly.

Suddenly the door slammed after some shrieking and I released a breath.

"So this is?"

"Yoonbin. He's Taehyung's son."

"He has a son?"

"Yeah. That woman-" I motioned towards the direction of the faint yelling, glad that the walls were pretty thick around here. "-drugged Taehyung and impregnated herself. He comes from a well off family, and she was a desperate drug addict. Taehyung was so young, so immature back then...he didn't know what to do, but he knew that he couldn't let her get high when she was pregnant with his baby. So instead of risking rehab and her potentially running away, he locked her up and only released her when she went into labour.

"There was a huge legal issue with that, as you can imagine. Taehyung's parents managed to pay it off, but they refuse to see him anymore. They basically disowned him, but they understood that he wasn't totally to blame, so they still financially support him under the condition that he doesn't try and visit them."

"How old is Yoonbin?"

"Six."

"And Taehyung is?"

Twenty two."

"And the mother is?"

"Twenty six, if I'm correct."

"That's sick." I sighed, shrugging.

"There's really nothing I can do. Wendy got into trouble for drugging and raping a sixteen year old kid, but she didn't go to jail since she had a child to take care of and the whole thing with Tae basically kidnapping her..."

"And I'm guessing she has full custody."

"She holds that over Tae every time she comes here. Shows up and demands more money otherwise Yoonbin might not be treated so nicely anymore.

"And Taehyung can't fight for custody because he's basically a kid with no job. One that goes clubbing every night and hooks up with random people.

"He's been trying to get a job for ages now. He spent the last six years of his life doing nothing but school. He graduated high school a year early to get into college. And he nearly passed out everyday just to go through college as fast as he could. But he couldn't find a job when he came out. Hasn't been able to. People don't trust twenty two year old kids."

"That sucks."

"That's the nicest way to put it." I flinched when I heard the door open and screaming entered the room.

"I'll fucking give you the money bitch!"

"Where's my son!"

"Inside you fucking cunt!"

"Good! I don't want him!" Then the door slammed shut again and a livid looking Tae entered the room. His nostrils were flaring, his hands curled into fists and shaking. "Jimin, I'm going out."

"Tae-"

"If she comes back..." Taehyung disappeared and came back with a check book. He angrily wrote something down. He flung the check at me. "...throw this in her face and tell her to fuck off."

And that was it. Taehyung stalked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. I looked down at the check. 30K.

"That fucking bitch."

"Okay, I'm not really a good example of someone to parent here...but shouldn't you not be swearing with a child around?"

"He's deaf. Some birth defect caused him to be deaf." I sighed out. "He can't hear."

Taehyung's POV

I went straight to the bar, sliding into a seat. "Your strongest." I said. The man didn't even question it.

I slammed it down and demanded another one.

Only when I felt the slight buzz course through my body did I start to slow down. But even then...

"Stressed?" I turned and looked at the man, his face kind of hazy.

"You have no idea." I muttered.

"Pretty men like you usually don't go to bars alone to get shit faced drunk."

"Well, That wasn't the original plan. I was gonna go to some club and find some nice dick, or maybe ass, I don't know. But then a bitch showed up and now I'm here, drinking myself shitfaced, as you so thoughtfully put."

"Then you must be extra stressed."

"Words can't even explain it." I muttered.

"Well, maybe I can help you distress a little?"

"You have to buy me a drink first, buddy. I ain't a cheap whore." The man chuckled and a drink was moved in front of me. I downed it in one go before standing and wobbling on my feet.

"Okay." I said, stumbling into his chest. He held my waist, steadying me. "Make me feel good, mister." I slurred out, just before everything went black.