Dear Life

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(y/n) - your name

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Its been a few weeks now and Hoseok has been getting along with the Taehyung and Jungkook smoothly. He’s been an actual ray of sunshine, always making me smile like a ball of happiness. Another adorable goofball along with the other boys, despite the pranks they pull on Jackson.

I still need to find his shoes.

Jackson and I fixed up another room for Hoseok, getting him a bed, clothes, toys and other things he wanted. But the poor boy loves to sleep with Kook, almost falling off the bed multiple times. I had to put another mattress on the floor of his side on the bed.

I’m still worried about him.

Even though he hasn’t seen his mother for over 3 months, I’m still worried about how he’s actually feeling about me adopting him as his new mother. He has been all smiles and giggles but sometimes i wonder if that’s how he actually feels.

I’m still getting used to being a mum.

To three kids all in one go.

I sigh as I walk down the empty pathway, shivering against the cold wind of the pitch dark night. I just got out of work, a little past midnight and I’m regretting not bringing my car.

Why did I let Kris drive me to work this morning?

I could’ve taken my van.

But that car is too big to park.

At least you would’ve been home by now instead of being fresh mob victim.

You got a point there.

I pull my large coat over me tighter, trying to hide my figure as I walked down multiple dark alleyways.

I feel bad for Greta looking after the kids at home.

I shriek out when I suddenly hear screaming and yelling further down the street, loud thuds and wailing.

Oh shit!

Someone is being mugged!

“Please! Someone help!” I stop, frozen at the voice that echoed down from the opposite street.

It’s a child.

My heart hammered in my chest as I heard the child wail out louder, another thud piercing the silence.

“Please I beg you!”

What do I do!?

Should I call for help!?

I look around frantically but it was empty streets of closed shops, no single soul to be found.

“Shut the fuck up you brat!” I hear a loud smack and a man yell out.

This needs to stop.

I need to do something.

I cross the road and run as fast as I can, tears welling in my eyes as I hear smack after smack.

Please stop!

I slow down and brace myself against a wall of a bakery store, peering past the corner and into the alleyway. The backs of two men in black suits towered over a crying child who cowered on the floor, his body covered in bruises.

These sons of fucking bitches!

I rummage through my bag and find my pepper spray, taking it out and holding it tightly in my hand, the other gripping my large umbrella. I creep up to one of the men, my right foot raise behind me until I swing full throttle between the man’s legs.

“HOLY FUCK-”

“AHHHHHHH!” I scream out and plunge the pointy end of my umbrella into the mans back, hearing a crack before I turn to the other man, pepper-spraying his face. “THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR HURTING A CHILD YOU DISGUSTING TRASH!” The man’s screams echo into the distance as he falls to the floor with his buddy who held his crotch. I lift my leg and stomp on both of their nuts, pepper-spraying them both in the face until the bottle was finished. I pant out, chucking the spray away and see a small child huddled into a ball against a dumpster. He was shivering and crying out, hiding his face in his knees.

I can’t stay here.

These guys might recover.

Highly doubt it.

I take my coat off and drape it over the boy before picking him up in my arms and running off. I run far and I run fast away from those men. I struggled as the boy struggled to get out my arms, biting and hitting me.

“Jesus fuck-” I carefully put the boy down on the porch as soon I reached my house. The boy scrambled to run away but I quickly held his hand. “Hey, its ok. I’m not going to hurt you.” The boy wailed out, not listening to me until I quickly picked up my coat and covered his body in it. The cries quiet down and the boy stops struggling.

Huh, like a bird.

“Shhh. It’s ok. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” I let the boy go and place my hand down in front of him, my palm up. “I beat up those guys for you. So you’re safe now.” I hear soft sniffling and everything is quiet now. “I don’t know if you can understand me but, if you want, you can come with me and I can help you get cleaned up. Get you some food and somewhere to sleep.”

Nothing.

Not even a movement.

I sit down on my knees and place my other hand down, both palms raised up.

“If you have parents or somewhere you want to go, I can take you there. I can take you back home.” The coat moved.

Did he shake his head?

“Where do you want to go?”

No response.

I sigh out and lean my head down to try and catch a glimpse of the boy.

He’s so small.

His hair was a soft sandy blonde, cheeks bubbly and a rosy colour. His eyes were wide orbs of brown, lips a puffy pink and a cute button nose.

HOLY SHIT HIS HANDS ARE TINY AND ADORABLE MY HEART I-

CALM YOUR ASS (Y/N)!

THIS IS NO TIME TO ADMIRE HIS CHUBBY HANDS-

BUT THEY ARE SO SQUISHY-

SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CRAZY WOMAN.

I clear my throat and the boy looks up at me with fear. He grips the coat and brings it down to the floor so he’s cocooned beneath it.

HOW CAN I NOT GUSH AT HOW TINY THIS CHILD HIS HE-

STOP!

OK JEEZ!

“It’s ok sweetie. I’ll stay out here with you until you feel comfortable. I won’t let anything hurt you again.” I whisper softly and lean against the railings. The door suddenly opens I look up to see the Greta pop her head out.

“Oh (y/n)-” I quickly place a finger on my lips and Greta covers her mouth.

“Shhh.” I point to my coat and Greta looks at in confusion. “I’ll explain tomorrow. Thank you for looking after the boys today.” Greta smiles and closes the front door behind her.

“No problem sweetie. Your boys are lovely, just like their mother.”

“Thank you Greta. Goodnight. Say hi to Authur for me too!” Great waves goodbye and walks off back home and I let out a sigh.

He still hasn’t come out yet.

That’s ok.

I’ll wait until he’s ready.


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