"You don't beat anyone, Tae. That's silly talk. And you shouldn't use the word bitches. That's a bad word, we don't use that." Shit, this was a lot of horrible information to get at once and he didn't even know what to do. Cheon killed some kid's mom and he was going to sell the kid? The kind of people the Dragons knew were devious and monstrous - they probably knew plenty of people looking to buy a child for all kinds of traumatic and sinister things.

He felt his stomach churn at the idea. Fuck. "Jungkookie. He's yours, huh? It sounds like you did such a good job protecting him and now it's not so bad cause a bigger and older hyung can take care of him. I'll find him." Namjoon smiled softly and reached out, placing a hand on Tae's shoulder. "I'm a good gangster, I can find anyone. Then I'll make sure the little one is safe. Maybe you can come visit."