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"Please, sir, give me more money. Please, my child... they are waiting for me. Please, sir," he pleaded, joining his hands in front of his master while tears welled up in Enigma's eyes.

The other man coldly looked down at him, ignoring his desperate pleas. Without a second glance, he turned and walked away, leaving him behind-broken and helpless in his poor state.

He remained there, the weight of poverty etched into his weary face expression.

He stood up , gripping the remaining money tight in his fist before draping his muffler over his shoulder , as he walked by footpath , his eyes wandered to the other children  who are dressed good warm clothes,  well fed and showered with attention, his heart grow heavy with hurt and mix emotions as he thought of his three Innocent babies who were surely  waiting for their father

When he reach his house , he paused in front of the small broken house , from inside , he could hear faint sounds — his sons must be up to  something

He stood near the door when he heard the voices of his three children. His face paled, but after taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

He heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and the next moment, the door opened. His youngest son stood there, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Appa, you’re back!" he said excitedly.

Bending down, he lifted his son into his arms. In that moment, all the worries on his face disappeared as he looked at his children's bright, cheerful smiles.

"Yes, my son, appa is back! And I brought a book for you," he said with a gentle smile.

Kook’s face lit up with joy, and he threw his arms around his father, hugging him tightly. His tiny hands clenched his father’s clothes in a firm grip, his head resting on his appa’s shoulder.

His father placed a small but loving kiss on Kook’s head. In return, Kook cupped his father’s face and planted a kiss on his dirt-streaked cheeks.

"Appa, you are the best appa in the world!" Kook said softly, his voice filled with with warmth

Jungkook watched everything from the kitchen, a soft yet sorrowful smile tugging at his lips. His heart ached at the sight—his youngest clinging to their father as if afraid he would disappear. Taking a quiet breath, he stepped forward.

At the same time, jungguk, who had been sitting on the floor doing his homework, paused. His wide eyes flickered toward them, hesitation clear on his face. For a moment, he only watched. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, he stood up and walked toward his father and younger brother.

Without a word, their father pulled all three of them into his embrace. The warmth of his arms, the steady beat of his heart—everything about that moment felt like home. The boys clung to him tightly, as if they could make up for all the times they had missed his love in just this one embrace.

Tears welled in his eyes as he felt their small hands clutching his clothes, their bodies trembling slightly against him. The realization of how much they had longed for this moment made his chest tighten. But he refused to let the sorrow take over. Instead, he held them closer, letting them know he was there.

"My children, appa is right here. With you. Always," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

The three of them nodded eagerly, their small hands refusing to let go. Their tiny fingers gripped him with all the strength they had, as if holding onto a lifeline.

For the first time in a long while, the house felt full—not of silence or sadness, but of love, warmth, and an unspoken promise that no matter what, they would always have each

Kook looked up at his Appa, his wide eyes shimmering with tenderness and love. His heart swelled with emotions too big for his small frame to contain.

"Appa, I’m so lucky to have you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "In a world where so many parents treat their omega children with cruelty, you gave me everything—even things I never knew I needed. You never made me feel different… never made me feel unworthy. I love you so much, Apaa. After emmoa , you are our everything."

His voice wavered, breaking under the weight of his feelings. His small hands clung to his Apaa's clothes, as if afraid that letting go would take this warmth away. Tears pricked his eyes, but they weren’t just of sadness—they were of gratitude, of love, of the unspoken bond between them.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Jungkook wiped his eyes and, in a lighthearted yet gentle tone, said,

"Alright, enough crying now. Appa is tired—let him come inside."

With a soft chuckle, he gently tried to separate the twins from their Appa. At first, they refused to let go, their small hands gripping tightly as if afraid he would disappear again. But when they realized Jungkook was right—that their Appa must be exhausted—they reluctantly loosened their hold.

Their father smiled, ruffling their hair affectionately before stepping inside.

Jungkook closed the door behind them and turned to see his two younger brothers standing near the kitchen, their eyes still following their Apaa with small pout.

"Come on, let’s give him some time to rest," Jungkuk said, guiding them toward the kitchen.

The three of them gathered there while their father went to freshen up, the warmth of their small home now filled with love, relief, and a long-awaited sense of belonging.

Jungkook began setting the table, carefully placing the food and utensils in their proper places. His two younger brothers eagerly helped, their small hands working diligently alongside him.

By the time they were done, their father stepped into the kitchen, now dressed in clean clothes after his bath. His tiredness had not completely faded, but the moment his eyes landed on his children working together, a soft smile spread across his face.

For a brief moment, he simply stood there, watching them with warmth in his eyes. This—this simple scene of his children helping one another, their quiet chatter filling the home—was something he cherished more than anything else.

Kook looked at his father with a bright, beautiful smile and said excitedly,

"Appa, come! Today, the three of us made your favorite food!"

His eyes sparkled with pride and happiness, a glow so infectious that it brought soft smiles to everyone's faces.

His father’s heart warmed at the sight. Stepping closer, he gently ran his hand over Kook’s head in affection.

"How could I say no? After all, my precious omega prince has cooked today," he said in a voice filled with love.

The warmth in the room deepened, the bond between them growing even stronger in this simple yet heartfelt moment.

The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the small home as they all settled around the dinner table. Their father took his seat while Jungkook and his younger brothers eagerly served the food. The warmth of the meal and the love put into making it made the moment even more special.

Their father took the first bite and hummed in approval. "This is delicious. You three really outdid yourselves today," he praised.

Kook beamed, his chest swelling with pride. "I made the soup, Appa!" he said eagerly.

"And I helped with the rice!" Jungguk chimed in, straightening his back with a proud grin.

Jungkook chuckled as he placed more food on their father’s plate. "And I made sure they didn’t burn anything," he teased, making the younger two pout.

Their father let out a hearty laugh. "Well, in that case, it’s a team effort! I’m truly lucky to have such amazing sons."

For a while, they simply enjoyed their meal, the quiet clinking of utensils and the occasional giggles filling the space.

After a few bites, their father looked at them fondly. "Tell me, what else did you all do today?"

Kook eagerly leaned forward. "We studied! Jungkook helped us with our lessons, and jungguk solved a really difficult math problem!"

Jungguk, now shy under the praise, muttered, "It wasn’t that hard…" but the small smile on his lips betrayed his pride.

Jungkook smirked. "He’s just being humble, Appa. He was stuck on it for an hour, but he didn’t give up."

Their father ruffled jungguk’s hair affectionately. "That’s my boy. Hard work always pays off."

The conversation continued, filled with laughter, teasing, and warm words of encouragement. For the first time in a long while, their home didn’t feel heavy with worries. It was moments like these—simple, loving, and filled with togetherness—that made everything feel right.

After finishing dinner, they all washed their hands. Kook and their father sat together in the living room, while Jungkook and jungguk stayed back to clean the dishes.

As jungguk scrubbed a plate, he hesitated before speaking in a small voice, "Appa spent his entire salary on our needs, hyung…"

Jungkook paused for a moment, his hands stilling as he let out a soft sigh. He turned to jungguk, his eyes filled with both understanding and quiet sympathy.

"I know," he murmured, his voice gentle but laced with unspoken emotions.

They both fell into a thoughtful silence, the sound of water running in the sink filling the space between them. Despite the warmth in their home, there was an undeniable weight in the air—the silent understanding of their father’s sacrifices and the love that held them together.

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After dinner, Kook nestled beside Appa on their small but cozy couch. His tiny hands clutched the hem of Appa’s shirt, as if seeking warmth and reassurance. Appa, noticing the way Kook leaned into him, smiled softly and wrapped an arm around his little son, pulling him close.

"Are you sleepy, my little prince?" Appa asked, his voice low and soothing.

Kook shook his head but let out a small yawn, betraying his words. "No… I just want to stay like this for a little longer."

Appa chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to Kook’s head. "Then stay as long as you want. Appa is right here."

Kook nuzzled into his warmth, his tiny fingers playing with the fabric of Appa’s sleeve. "Appa… you always work so hard for us," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I love you so much."

A pang of emotion swelled in Appa’s chest. He tightened his embrace, resting his chin atop Kook’s head. "And I love you more than anything, my baby. You and your brothers are my whole world."

Kook smiled, his heart swelling with warmth. He closed his eyes, feeling safe, cherished, and deeply loved in his Appa’s arms.

For a long time, they stayed like that—Appa gently stroking his son's back, whispering sweet reassurances, while Kook drifted off into peaceful slumber, knowing that as long as Appa was there, he would always be safe.

Just then, Jungkook and Jungguk entered the living room, their eyes instantly softening at the sight of their Appa and Kook snuggled together. Without a word, they both walked over and settled beside them, Jungkook on one side and Jungguk on the other.

Jungguk rested his head against Appa’s shoulder, sighing in contentment. "Appa, you’re so warm."

Jungkook, who always acted a little more mature, hesitated for a moment before finally giving in, leaning his head against Appa’s other arm. "You work so hard for us, Appa… I wish we could do something for you too."

Appa's heart swelled with love. He tightened his embrace, his arms now holding all three of his sons close. "You three already give me everything," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Just having you by my side is enough."

Kook nuzzled into Appa’s chest, whispering, "I love you so much, Appa."

Jungguk and Jungkook immediately echoed, "Me too. More than anything."

Appa closed his eyes for a moment, pressing kisses onto their heads, one by one. "And I love you, my little ones. You are my whole world."

The night was quiet, peaceful, and filled with warmth. The four of them stayed wrapped up in each other's embrace, feeling nothing but love, security, and the silent promise that, no matter what, they would always have each other.

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Guy's this story will be mostly about their childhood and struggle, so there will not be much fun

Be patient for adults time.

Please don't read if anyone is here for just dark romance then this is soft and emotional story

There is nothing dark thems.

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