Kim Taehyung,

This letter is courtesy of the Seoul Prison System.

We regret to inform you that your father was found dead in his cell. An investigation was completed. He was murdered by a fellow inmate once he was discovered to have been a pedophile and a sexual assaulter.

Due to the current laws in place, your father will be cremated, and his ashes will be provided to you to do with as you wish.

While cleaning your father's cell, we found six envelopes, all addressed to you. These are being opened and scanned for evidence before being mailed to your mailing address.

We apologize for your loss. Please reach out if you have any questions.

Sincerely,
Lee Chinhwa, Chief of The Seoul Prison System

I folded the letter, wiping the tear from my eye before hearing the front door click shut.

"Tae? Baby? I'm home!" Jungkook called, and I could hear him set his keys down and kick off his shoes.

I walked out of the kitchen, paper still in hand, towards my boyfriend.

"Hey, love, why are you crying?" His voice immediately softened and he hurried to put his arms around me in a loving embrace.

"M-My father was m-murdered."

"Oh, Tae... I am so sorry. Is that the letter?"

I nodded, handing the paper to him, watching as his eyes scanned the letter. His grip on me tightened as he set the letter down on the kitchen table.

"Baby, how do you feel?" He held me by the shoulders so he could look directly into my eyes, something he has started doing to make sure he can read me well.

I shrugged. I was worried about speaking. I didn't know whether my voice would crack or whether I would sound broken.

Jungkook pursed his lips. "The kids will be home from school in a few minutes. I can keep them occupied if you need some time to process alone."

I bit my lower lip for a few seconds before sighing. "I want to move back to Seoul."

"Really?" Jungkook quirked up an eyebrow. "I thought you liked it here."

I shook my head. "I felt safe here. I knew he couldn't find us. But with him gone... I miss Seoul. I miss our friends. I want our kids to have friends to play with. I hate having to speak English because this shit is hard to learn. I just want to go home."

Jungkook smiled, pecking me on the cheek. "I will go wherever you want, Tae. You're my home. You and the kids, and Yeontan, are all I truly need. But it would be nice to see my parents."

"Free babysitting," I chuckled, watching as Jungkook smacked my arm playfully. With a heavy sigh, I hugged my husband, feeling the comfort of his arms around me. I couldn't help but feel the tears threatening to fall once more. "I hate that he was murdered. Call me cruel, but I wanted him to rot in that jail cell."

Jungkook rubbed a hand up and down my spine gently. "I know, hun, but at least now we don't have to be scared. If he wasn't murdered... we probably wouldn't be able to talk about going back to Seoul, especially with the kids."

I nodded into his embrace, opening my mouth to speak when the front door opened.

"Daddies! We're home!" Min-jun called, setting his backpack in the hallway, his sister right behind him.

I pulled away from Jungkook, facing our beautiful adopted twins with a small smile.

"My babies!" I said, bending down with my arms extended. "Daddy could use a hug."

The twins rushed over to give me hugs, and I sniffled when I felt the gentle squeeze of Jungkook's hand on my shoulder as I hugged the small humans that make our family.

I pulled away from the kids and looked at both of them. "What do you two say about moving home?"

"To Korea?" Min-jun asked.

"Yes, to Korea. We would live by grandma and grandpa, and you both would make friends with our friends' kids."

Our daughter jumped up and down, a smile on her face as her pigtails bounced and swirled around. "I want to meet your friends, daddy. You talk about them so much."

Jungkook and I shared a small smile before I hugged my family again. "Then we're moving back to Seoul."

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