Chương 29: 9.5
He was grateful, he still hoped the children never experience this though but what could he possibly do in this situation? He wished Namjoon could hire a great psychiatrist for Taehyung and Jungkook after this or at least he prayed to the god for a miracle where the children get amnesia and forget everything about him; including this.
His sight blurred, the fire that burnt down his mansion, the fire that killed both of his beloved uncle and his stupid father, the fire that took his wings and almost kills Namjoon, the similar fire flashed before his eyes.
Slowly he felt like he was drowning in the black sea, the same desperation from years ago. He drifted away from reality, the voices became distant like he was under water. He became a little deaf and blind with his eyes opened, his body relaxed but not in a good way. Vision blurring and tilting, the room was spinning, black spots consuming the light.
"Bye bye"
He heard the children's screamed, shouting for his name again and again but his eyes watched how the match flew across the room to him. He wondered how that little fire would become so big and eat him alive, burning his every feather left and his skin until his bones turned into dust.
Nothing make sense for Seokjin.
"APPA!!!!!!"
He didn't expect two small figure to run passing him and caught the match with their bare hands though. He gasped unconsciously, once again he worried about the children's palm getting burnt rather than the fact he was almost losing his life due to the fire.
"Son of a bitch! I told you to hold them!-"
The next thing he heard was a loud gunshot and the bad guys fell in front of him with a hole on his chest, people with black clothes rushed inside and shot the bad people who took out their own guns to fight back.
"Seize them!" he heard Namjoon's loud commanding voice, the trigger being pulled and loud crashing sound but all he did was sitting there with stinky smell of fuel forcing their way to his nostril. His hair was wet, his clothes were wet too, he was a little aware of his condition but he didn't move or react to his surroundings. Until two pairs of small hand hugged his body and cried loudly, calling his name; they sounded to be so far away from him but moving closer to him.
Slowly but surely, he could clearly hear Taehyung and Jungkook's voice even when both of the children were hugging him and standing right before him.
"I'm dirty," was what Seokjin first said, it was true; he was dirty and his body was drenched by fuel but the children didn't care, "It's nothing, just a scratch. I have been through worse…" they refused to let him go when he tried to push them away a little to prevent their clothes getting wet by the fuel that still dripping from his bangs.
"Appa," he looked to Taehyung and Jungkook's eyes, they were frowning just like him. Both of the children looked so tall and strong before him, they held him intact; refusing to let him turn into dust, holding him together. Funny how they still shaking but they tried to calm Seokjin who wasn't shaking anymore in the first place.
They were fragile yet, they tried to be strong for him, to support him at his worse. To make him stop crying while they cried louder than him. They were soft boys, Seokjin thought how pathetic his sons were. Taehyung and Jungkook panicked and mumbled, 'how do I get the blood to stop?!' or 'that's not good-'.
They took a deep breath, eye full of determination, "Let's go home!"
Seokjin recalled the day of his grandfather's funeral, how he said that to his children. The smeraldo, the lily, the tree, the cold whispers, judging looks and the loud murmuring from the elders when he said he would take them.
How he moved from his old apartment solely for a new life, how he accepted the broken him and embraced the children with his bandaged arms. How he wished to be normal, to be the greatest father, the way he learnt to carry a kid safely, a daycare, a safe jobs, a warm and healthy breakfast.
A lullaby, a kiss before sleep, cleaning the living room together, movie night, buying plushie and snacks in the mart.
People fell in love with Seokjin as if he was a flower, a beautiful flower but they never love his roots. So when autumn came they didn't know what to do, different than Taehyung and Jungkook who fell in love with him when in the autumn; the time he lost his beauty but also the time he looked the prettiest.
Like, how people saw the hybrid as a raging storm but the children saw him as the lighthouse.
Everyone is broken, they just like to pretend they're not. It's like a mask that no one is willing to take off but yet the kids see through the mask Seokjin wore.
Seokjin's eyes twitched, he didn't know he could still crying again but the tears were there, he shook his head and pulled the children closer. He made a lot of mistakes, but Taehyung and Jungkook would never be one of them.
Not to love many but to love deeply, and in doing so, lose himself in another; surrender but actually finding the real him inside the chaos. Discovering all of their beautiful fears and love wholly, fully, truly, madly.
He let their foreheads touched each other, an act to comfort. To think that Seokjin never had a chance to be soft. He was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass. He wanted people to be afraid of hurting him, but now he wondered maybe he was a soft boy too just like his sons.
"Both of you-" their fingers entwined slowly with Seokjin's crooked ones, and suddenly, life made sense again.
It's them, because no one else makes sense.
A bunny hybrid and a tiger hybrid, he became their home.
Just like how they became the soft boy's home.
"You're my Home."
Taehyung and Jungkook are Seokjin's home.
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