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Agreed, that would be the smart move, for sure. Personally, I would be terrible at this. 😂 

Hehehe (insert evil raccoon meme) Happy Thanksgiving to fellow Americans! 🦃 Chapter Nine: Kang Adam awoke, startled. Staring at the ceiling, he blinked a few times, his heart racing, but he didn’t know why. Sitting up in the bed, he ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t recall any nightmare that would account for this, but … he squinted, feeling like it had been a sudden loud sound. Glancing at the alarm clock to note it was eight o’clock exactly, he crawled over to the end table and reached out for his phone. He froze when he saw the numbers on the clock vanish and the words ‘Get Dressed’ appeared in a familiar blue tint. “Boja?” he asked quietly of the clock, and the words vanished, replaced with ‘Yes. Get Dressed.’ He frowned; this didn’t feel right. Making haste to get dressed, his eyes continued to flicker to the clock for more messages, but none came. “Boja… is everything okay?” he asked up at the clock as he pulled his shirt down. The clock faded, replaced with the word ‘No.’ Cursing under his breath, he commanded the door to open and rushed down the hall. He felt a buzzing in his head, his heart racing as his first assumption was that an experiment had gone wrong or something had left Joomi hurt. He braked abruptly when he heard an unfamiliar, deep male voice speaking curtly beyond the curtained door frame. Yet he could smell coffee and breakfast. An unexpected guest? Swallowing, he took a few more steps forward, hoping to get the lay of the situation before making his appearance known. He could see the bottom of a dress that he presumed was Joomi, especially considering Boja was sitting next to her. She was facing the couch, where the voice was coming from. He squinted, starting to squat down to try and get a better angle, but he gasped as he fell backwards, surprised by the sudden appearance of heeled boots in the doorway. Parting the curtain with a hand, an unfamiliar Goryeoan woman peered through and down at him. She arched an eyebrow and turned her head to the side, calling back to the room. She had a long face and high cheekbones, sharp dark brown eyes, and long hair that was braided up into a mohawk. She was sharply dressed in form-fitting blacks and reds, and as she angled her head back to speak to the room, Adam could see hints of tattoos at the base of her neck. The deep voice responded, and she peered down at him, jerking her head in a command; she stepped to the side and kept the curtain open for him. He weakly nodded, standing to his feet and slowly walking into the room. His eyes met Boja first, then Joomi, both of whom he swore looked nervous even though she flashed him a smile. “Adam, please,” she greeted him as she stepped back from the couch, gesturing an open hand to the ground in front of the mysterious figure who was sitting in the center of the couch. It was a Goryeoan Amazon male, with sharply trimmed black and grey speckled hair, but that was the most he could assess. He appeared to have wide shoulders and was wearing, from the looks of it, a very sleek suit. Halfway to the couch, he turned to yet another figure at his left, and he froze in place, feeling the blood leave his hands and face. Hyun’s mouth twitched as they locked eyes. “Adam,” Joomi whispered to get his attention, and her pleading look compelled him to walk forward, his heart now slamming against his ribs. He rubbed his hands together nervously as he walked slowly into the room, trying to warm up his cold digits, and his eyes looked up to the man he was stepping before. His eyebrows were pinched together, an expression he likely made frequently, for there was a distinct line that ran up the center of his forehead. He had a well-kept mustache and an impeccably groomed, thin beard that framed his jaw. His peppered hair was thicker on top than the sides, and combed perfectly in order. His eyes were so dark they could be black, and they stared with a cold fury down at Adam. He growled a question to Joomi, who replied in quiet affirmation, and he widened his legs, placing his hands on his knees and sneering down. He jerked his head to the empty couch, and Joomi nodded, maneuvering to it and gently sitting. He then flicked his hand up, causing the woman and Hyun to descend upon the scene, flanking the seated man from behind the couch. Adam’s knees began to shake, feeling utterly lost on what was happening, and he took a step back, letting the coffee table brace him. Hyun nodded in acknowledgment of something and grumbled. The seated man raised an eyebrow and looked down upon Adam. “Yes, English,” Joomi acknowledged on the blonde’s behalf, and Hyun gave a curt nod. The seated man looked to Boja, who nodded. “Sharpe Adam,” Boja monotoned. “You stand before Ma Kang, patriarch of the great Ma family.” Adam felt the air leave his lungs, and he immediately bowed deeply. Staring at his shoes, he wondered if he should stay in this position, but he heard a grunt that he understood to be an acknowledgment. He slowly raised back to his height, but kept his gaze down. “Ma-nim understands that you have lied and manipulated his subordinates to achieve your own ends,” Boja announced. “What?” Adam blurted out in disbelief at the tiger. “What are you talking about?” Kang leaned back into the couch and kept his eyes glued on Adam, but he jerked his head towards Hyun, who tossed a familiar elephant backpack on the ground. The bag fell inches from the blonde’s feet, and a few crayons spilled out of the open zipper. “This…” Adam gestured down to it after a pause, and then looked up to Kang, shaking his head. “This isn’t mine.” “You didn’t color that?” Hyun asked slowly and methodically as he pointed to the folded-up children’s menu that was barely peeking out from the open pocket. “I… did,” Adam swallowed. “But this stuff isn’t –” “Pull out the contents,” the woman demanded as she crossed her arms over her chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Let us all see what’s inside.” Adam stared at her for a beat; he didn’t know her, as she had not been at the lunch, but she clearly already knew what was in it. His eyes flashed to Boja, who sat stone still, then to Joomi – he only had a moment to see her worried expression before Kang hissed something at him, and the blonde’s attention snapped forward. “Yoon-nim gave you an order,” Hyun growled, his eyebrows descending low on his forehead. Nodding, Adam shakily bent down and began pulling out the items one at a time. First, the menu, which he placed on the table. Then the few crayons that were still in there. Then the elephant sippy cup which still had some water in it. He swallowed as he felt the last object within … his fingers brushed against the rubber teat, and trembling, he laid the pacifier out on the table. “You can use it now, if you’re feeling nervous,” the woman named Yoon sarcastically cooed. “These are not mine,” Adam replied as he glared at the items, a slight shake in his voice. “Of course not,” Hyun replied as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You made someone else buy them for you. But you used them.” “Made?” Adam gaped as he looked to Hyun, a flash of anger temporarily overriding him. “I didn’t make Jeong do anything. He made me –” “You have dishonored Hyun Chul and abused his kibun,” Boja interrupted after Kang looked to him. The words struck him as if he had been in a corridor. All other sounds were muted, and Boja’s voice echoed in his mind as Adam breathed loudly. If not for his racing mind, he would have thought he was having a heart attack. He wrestled with the anger at Jeong and the fear, even giving a moment’s consideration to a fleeting voice at the back of the mob in his mind to run for it. But he knew he wouldn’t make it out of this room, let alone past the couches. He made a few more loud breaths as he finally nodded and bowed deeply to Hyun, his sense of sound returning to him. “You’re right,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “I am sorry.” Hyun gave a gravelly huff, a sort of acknowledgment mixed with irritation. Kang gave a curt nod to Boja. “And you have abused Goryeoan kindness to force yourself upon his daughter.” “What?!” Adam sputtered as he shot up straight and glared at Boja. He felt a burn in his chest from the roiling fury at the betrayal he felt from the tiger, who gave no reaction. “Adam,” Joomi soothed as she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, but recoiled when Kang shot her a glare. “I didn’t force myself –” Adam turned to Joomi, who looked paler than normal. “Father,” she began, but she jumped when Kang snapped at her in Goryeoan, and she fell silent, bowing her head. “I showed up,” Adam confessed readily as he faced Kang, putting his hand on his chest. “Without your permission, yes. And without hers. That was wrong of me, and I am deeply sorry. I meant no offense.” “You have hidden your illness from the honorable Ma Joomi and, in doing so, revealed the depths of your immaturity,” Boja spoke once more, delivering the final blow in a series of accusations. The tiger’s eyes flashed, and the wall panels shifted into screens. “I did not! I am not sick!” Adam protested, panic gripping him as he turned to face Joomi, which gave him the view of the wall out of the corner of his eye. They both looked as a video began playing a security camera recording of him at lunch, in Hyun’s lap. He felt his heart drop into his gut, his eyes wide as the video was near the beginning of the ordeal. He was coloring in the dragon with a crayon, focused, with a pacifier in his mouth. There was no disguising it; the items placed forth on the table clearly matched what was on the screen. Joomi’s eyes widened as she gaped at the video, a hand coming to her mouth. “Adam?” she asked quietly, and he couldn’t immediately tell if she was asking for him or realizing that was him in the recording. He looked to her, grey-faced and shocked. “I…” he stammered, facing his open palms toward her. She pulled her eyes from the screen to look at him. “This… it’s not how it looks…” “No?” Hyun chuckled maliciously. “That – that was not my idea,” Adam pressed as he found his voice amidst the heavy breaths. “And I’m not the one who lied to them – that was Jeong. Sok Jeong –” “Zhang Jeong,” Yoon corrected sharply, and Adam’s head snapped to her, confused. She smirked. “He was so traumatized by your lies, it flared up his own sickness. But don’t worry … Zhang is a good Daddy.” “My lies?!” Adam shot back immediately, his stomach twisting; he understood immediately what had befallen Jeong, but he didn’t have time to process it. Nor even process that somewhere deep within, he was angrily glad of it. “He wouldn’t –” But the blonde stopped himself, and a silence deafened the room. What could he say? He hadn’t made plans with Joomi ahead of his arrival. He did force himself upon her by showing up unannounced, and admitting that he made a deal with Jeong because he couldn’t find a formal means of arrival would reinforce their point. He was trapped. Surrounded by vicious trappers and their traitorous pet, he had only one friend left in the room. One person who could help him, and the only person whose opinion of him he truly cared about. Turning to face Joomi, whose eyes were glassy, and her hand pressed against her chest. “I never meant to force myself on you,” he professed urgently, putting his hands over his heart. “I never lied to you. I was reckless and stupid… and … and I made deals I shouldn’t have because I – I couldn’t think of anything else but meeting you. I’m so sorry. I should have … I never should have just shown up. I … Please …” She took in a breath as her eyes grew wider; it reminded him of his rambling speech when he first arrived, yet there was something different in her expression. The video was still playing, though silent, and now the waitress was hunched over Adam, tickling him in Hyun’s lap. “Tch,” Kang intoned as he motioned his hand upward, and Hyun, grinning, circled the couch; Adam’s instincts kicked in, and he retreated backwards, facing the large man as he approached. “You can’t,” he hissed defiantly as he held up a hand to him; he had one last card, despite knowing deep down it likely didn’t matter to these kinds of people. “My visa is still good. I am protected by your own laws.” The two grinned, but Kang scoffed. “Oh, we know,” Hyun rebutted as he bolted a hand out, grabbing Adam’s exposed wrist. “We helped write them.” Adam let out a pained yell as the man gripped his wrist so tightly, he thought he might snap it; Joomi’s hands came to her face as she let out an audible gasp. The hefty man deftly pulled the Little closer, who leaned against him with all his might, but it was fruitless; once in a better vantage point, he was forcefully pivoted around, and Hyun wrapped his arm around his waist and lifted him. As this happened, Yoon had walked to the table and lifted a bag; she pulled out a changing mat and laid it out, making a swiping motion to lay it flat. Hyun commented in Goryeoan and all but Joomi laughed. Adam fought against the grip the entire walk to the table, his pupils dilating at the items on the table; they had come well prepared. At this vantage point, not only could he see the laid out diaper, powder, and baby clothes, but there was a baby carrier by the front door too. He yelled out at the top of his lungs, his face burning red hot, and his fingers desperately trying to peel away at Hyun’s grip. He was tempted to bite him, but as he angled down to attempt it, he felt a pain as he had never known. Hyun was holding him with his left arm and slapped his lower back and ass with what Adam felt like was no restraint. The stinging shot up his back, and his skin instantly felt numb and prickling at the same time; he dug in his nails into the arm that was holding him, but the suit was so thick, the man likely couldn’t even tell. Adam let out a mix of a curse and a yell, and Hyun lifted his hand high in the air again. “Geuman,” Kang commanded. Staring down at the changing mat, still cringing at the pain, Adam was able to breathe; everyone had stopped. He looked to his left, then right, and saw Joomi was on the ground at her father’s knee, gripping his right hand with both of hers, while his left was still up from his command. He stared down intently at her as she begged him in their native tongue. He sneered, his eyes flashed to Adam, then back to her. He growled something in a serious and irritable tone; Hyun and Yoon shared a look. Joomi pressed, begging through her tears; as she spoke a final plea, she laid her forehead upon his knee. Kang made a hissing noise as he looked away, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw. After a long beat, he placed his left hand on top of hers. She lifted her head to meet his gaze, and after a tense pause, he gave a nod and spoke a few words in a low bass tone. Joomi nodded and gently rose to her feet, wiping away her tears before bowing deeply to her father. Silently, she walked over to Hyun and met his eyes as she extended her hands out for Adam; it was this moment that Adam realized just how much taller Joomi was than Hyun, as they both had to look up to her. Quickly, Hyun bowed his head and released the Little to her. For one brief and beautiful second, Adam was relieved and relaxed as they tightly hugged. But Joomi stepped where Hyun had been, gently stroked the back of his blonde head before laying him down on the changing mat. His eyes went wide, and he jerked to fight her; she placed a gentle but firm hand on his chest, her eyes pleading for him not to struggle. “I will take care of you, Adam,” she quietly affirmed to him, her eyes focused on his clothes as her fingers delicately began to unbutton his shirt. “Please don’t do this,” he begged her, his eyes filling with tears as he grabbed at her hands. “Joomi –” Yoon gasped and glowered at him; Joomi winced. “You said I was safe with you,” Adam blurted out as he squeezed her hand, desperate to see and reach the woman he had known these last few days. “You are,” she whispered in reply, her hands halting the undressing progress. “Please don’t do this,” he stressed, squeezing her hand. She pressed her lips together, her eyebrows contorting into a pained expression, but she continued to unbutton his shirt, then proceeded to undo his pants. He opened his mouth to speak again, but with blinding speed, Yoon forced a pacifier into his mouth and clicked the end. The insides burst in his mouth, rending his jaw open, and his eyes widened in horrified shock; he had experienced this before in his testing, but as he was discovering with increasing frequency, it was a much different experience when under different circumstances. He felt the ring on his index finger and moved to bring it to his lips, but Joomi pressed the button with a shake of her head, mumbling quietly as Yoon rolled her eyes. The teat deflated in his mouth, and he blinked. “He is a good boy,” she weakly smiled down at him as she tugged at his shirt sleeve. “We do not need to be forceful.” Realizing she was asking him to help, he stared up at her for a long moment. His eyes flickered to the woman, to Hyun … for the briefest moment, he wished it was one of them instead. He could have fought defiantly against the fat man or cruel-looking woman and felt every bit justified. His pride could tolerate being physically beaten into submission. But the look in her eyes and the gentleness with which she spoke and moved had crushed the foundations upon which he had always imagined this to go. He didn’t want to hurt her, nor did she him. He closed his eyes, which caused the pooled tears to roll out and down the sides of his face as he pulled his arm out of his shirt on one side, then the other. He thought to spit the pacifier out, but as he had experienced at that fateful lunch, having something to bite and busy his mouth was rather beneficial. She set his shirt to the side, then gently lifted the bottom of his undershirt; he put his arms over his head as she pulled it off. Adam felt his skin prickle as he broke out into reddish hives all over his body. Joomi hummed a quiet tune as she took his hand, pressing her thumb into his palm while her other hand tugged at one pant leg, then the other, until she could cleanly pull his pants off and set them with his other, final set of adult clothes. His eyes bore into her at this last garment. He shivered from the cold of being laid naked on the table, and nearly demanded to get it over with. She was going slow to be kind, but it now bordered on torturous. He swallowed as he watched her hands grip his boxers and, in a single motion, she pulled them off. He let out a whimper, angling his head upwards to look anywhere else. As if she had read his mind, she started speeding up. He heard the diaper unfold, and within seconds, he was lifted by his ankles and gently set back down. She tapped the powder only twice, plumes of white dust fading into the silent air, and in a few quick motions, that was it. He was taped in. He let out another sob as he put his hands up to his face, but the ordeal wasn’t quite complete. “Adam, honey,” Joomi gently whispered as she tapped his chest, and he peered through his fingers; she smiled, showing him the sky blue onesie she needed to put over his head. He bit down on the pacifier hard, a headache bursting forth from the pressure of his clenched teeth, as he put his arms up over his head to help. She slipped his arms and head through the appropriate holes and shimmied the garment down his body, quickly pushing the snaps together at his crotch, and he felt the diaper snugly hug him closer. She reached under his armpits and pulled him into her chest, resting a hand on his back. He buried his face into her clothing, gripping at her dress; in this moment, he both hated and loved her. She had done a kindness, and he knew it, but it was an Amazon-branded kindness. No different than what most Amazons would do. Had she even tried to let him walk away with his dignity intact? Had she suggested it? He seethed in her arms, letting his mind curse her and imagine the worst of her failings. Now that he was useless in their eyes, they reverted to Goryeoan, and unable to understand them, his thoughts spiraled. He thought back to his last birthday. He thought of his family and friends, and the looks on their faces when he announced his plan. The fear, the anger… all justified. He thought of the old woman and her shrine. His family wouldn’t do that. They would forget him. They would curse his stupidity, his naivety, say he deserved this, and pretend he died. Or worse, use him as a cautionary tale for generations to come. He began to cry. Honestly, earnestly, cry. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cried, and in any other circumstance, he would have been embarrassed. But being seen and heard crying was the last of his concerns now. He cried through a conversation and movement. He kept his sight muted from the world around himself, wallowing in his misery, not in the slightest bit comforted by Joomi’s attempts at back rubs, head kisses, or bounces. In fact, it made it worse. She was already treating him like an infant, and every action that proved it made the tears burn on his raw and reddened cheeks even more. After a time, she whispered something to him that didn’t register, and he was forced to release her as she set him down on his back. They were in a room, it was dark, but he knew exactly where he was. Not the details, not where the room was, or in what building … but as he felt the mattress give slightly under him, he just knew he was in a crib. “Joomi,” he squeaked out as he grabbed at her hand and squeezed, looking at the massive shadow towering over him. He pushed the pacifier out of his mouth with his tongue; his bargaining phase kicking in as he dared to have hope. “T-this … it’s… you’ll l-let me go, right?” She paused for what felt like eternity. Eventually, she gently squeezed his hand back. “No, sweetheart,” she whispered to him as she used her thumb to wipe his tears from his cheeks. “This is your home, now.”

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