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After laying in bed for unknown hours, he listened to the air vents whoosh as they blown fresh, cool air into the rooms in the house. His breath exhales slowly while he stared into the dark  room, his voice still hitching, telling himself it was all over for now, that he was safe. Slowly, he raised his midnight blue blankets to his chest, the warmth of it quickly comforting him but also making him want to cry from the smell of it. Its scent was strong and masculine mixed with his own soft and detergent-like scent, together they smelled of hot bodily fluids. He dug his face inside of it, wanting to isolate himself as much as he could, he always did this after these nights, he would lie there completely numb. Sometimes his body would ache horribly, sometimes his throat would be sore and swollen and then there were the good days or at least the days he could tolerate where his body felt alright and his throat was okay and he could just skip to the third part because  he  wasn't there, and he would cry.

As he felt the tears run down his cheeks, so did the eruption of shouts coming from down the stairs. He bolted up, wincing as his bottom cramped up from the sudden movement but quickly disappeared. He listened closely from his bed up against the wall, the yells sounded louder but dialled down as right when he decided to step onto the hardwood flooring and see what was going on. He stood in the doorway, holding the knob, startled when the front door slammed shut. It remained silent. Despite his bones shaking and his back from all the arching was aching, he made his way down the stairs and opted on following the kitchen's light. Stepping lightly on the cold chocolate wood, he finally made it onto the soft, cream carpet and padded slowly to the kitchen, the smell of brewed coffee catching his attention, it was strange for him since it was only 12:04 at midnight and the usual coffee making began at 10:14 in the morning on the weekdays. Ignoring the sudden change, his heartbeat sped up as he slowed his steps deciding that taking his time and being cautious was best. As he cornered the passageway, he peeked his head to see who was there and he breathed out relieved. It was his mother and she was sitting at the kitchen island looking over work papers. Her glasses on the bridge of her nose and the coffee he could smell from a hall away.

Feeling like the close was clear, he leaned more onto the door frame and stared at her softly, her hand was over her forehead as she focused on the words on the papers in front of her, her expression showed she was somewhere else, she looked hurt, to say the least.

"Ma?" he voiced, quickly gaining her undivided attention and the frown that her lips were wearing grew into an instant toothy smile and that made the son's heart pained.

She placed her blackballed pen down and tilted her head, "hey dear, did I wake you?" she whispered almost like the boy's ears were sensitive to full bloom voice volume, at this time of night, he certainly was.

He entered more into the kitchen, looking around some as he nodded his head, not wanting to let his mother's question go unanswered. As he looked around, it was still the same, just felt more... safe. He then stared at his mother who looked curiously back at him. He hugs the wall once more and his lips drew a thin line. He gulped. "Is he..." he trailed off a bit, biting his lip not wanting to ask, but he needed to ask."Is he gone?" he whispered now like if he were to speak up he'll come around the corner with that crooked smile while saying 'you're up later than usual' while wrapping his skinny, long arms around his mother's shoulder.

His mother sighed softly and placed her arms on the island top ."yeah, sweetie," she confirmed, "and he won't be coming back." His heart started to pump faster and his breaths started to slow and pick up at a normal pace, and his eyes began to sting with oncoming tears filled with various emotions. His mother had noticed.

"Sweetie, why are you crying?" she questioned the teen, rising from her chair before walking to place her body against the edge of the island, folding her arms on her chest as she smiled some, a laugh mixed with her words. "I know you loved him, but I didn't know you loved him that much-" but the teenager wasn't grasping all the words, it's like they subconsciously were drowned out with his own thoughts. He was relieved that he was gone, he was so relieved that he didn't notice that his tears were now more than visible so were his sobs and his hands covering his face. He hadn't heard his mothers cries of "hey, what's wrong?" or "baby, speak to me." shit, he hadn't even realized he broke.

"Ma!" he said through his heaving breaths as he felt her come closer, gripping his cheeks, he held them closer, stroking his face with their softness. He missed her even though she was always here, she just felt so far away since he was always hiding in his dark, lonely, scary bedroom. "Ma, please don't hate me..." he mumbled out, "don't hate me, please," he begged.

His mother softly wiped his tears staring up at his reddening face, coming closer even if his eyes were tightly closed and he was continuously shaking his face making it hard for her to wipe away the salty small oceans. "Why would I hate you?" she spoke back this time, forcing him to keep his face in front of her's as he opened his eyes, they were bloody red and now that pained her heart.

"Don't hate me," his voice hitched. His crying hardened and his mind was telling him 'he's gone, he can't hurt you, tell her.' The other half was going 'don't say anything, she'll hate you, she won't love you anymore and you'll have no one,' but then he realized that opposing side of his brain sounded like his mom's now ex-boyfriend. But for some reason, he thought that the side of him pleading for him to tell her had a softer, kinder and safer voice. Like it wanted what was best for him and the worst all at the same time, he opted with that side, and with one big take of breath, he told her everything.

He told her of the time her ex would enter his room at nights when he was under the sheets pretending to be asleep praying he'll give up and go away or when he would be at his desk doing homework and the man's arms would slither onto his waist. He told of how her ex would make him touch him in places he really didn't want to or how the man's hand would find its way into his pants almost instantly and quickly make its way past his boxers. He told her of all the times he would grasp his bed sheets with sheer pain or how he would be demanded to get on his knees and, 'make daddy feel good'. He told her of all the times when he would refuse and how the man would get angry and slap him across his face before pushing him down on the bed and making the pain intentionally horrid. He told her of the times where she would be gone and it'll just be them two, how he locked his bedroom door and put his rolling chair underneath the metal knob before hiding underneath the blankets hoping the banging on his bedroom door would fucking give up and go away already, sometimes they did. On good days. Lastly, he told her how all of this had been going on since they were dating, at first it just going to sports games or playing catch in the backyard, then as he grew it older and he moved in it turned from goodnight kisses on the cheek to straight on his lips, or multiple all around his face and down his neck. All of this happening when he was sober, even if he was drunk, he knew what he was doing. This was his life since he was 15, he's 17 now. It's been three years.

He watched terrified as he talked animatedly about this and his mother's soft, concerned face twisted into a look of disgust, her grip on his cheeks loosening. He stopped finally and breathed in just to breathed out in loud sobs as he closed his eyes and expected something negative to come his way. He watched a movie once where a girl was molested by her father and had his children. The mother always blamed her for him leaving, abusing her and just treating her horrible for it. He expected his mother to maybe do the same, and blame him for the man leaving her, to push him back onto the ground and hit him repeatedly as she threw profanities at him and he would lay there and take it, 'cause he would deserve it. What he didn't expect though, was for her to let go of his cheeks just to pull him in by his waist and wrap her arms tight around him and stroke his hair softly. He didn't expect for her to say: "Jungkook, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, why didn't you tell me?" while rocking him back and forth as he laid his head on her chest, mumbling, "please don't hate me," although it was evident his mother still loved him and didn't blame him. He wished now he told sooner but the fear of her hating him and the man's empty threats pushed him into silence, he wished he didn't let himself suffer for so long.

His mother wiped his tears for a bit more, frantically saying how she had to make calls but not wanting to leave Jungkook broken as he is, not even if it was a couple of seconds but that wouldn't make up for the years of leaving a broken Jungkook to fend for himself. So she just grabbed her iPhone before bringing the boy to sit on the island stools while she pressed the digits '119' on the caller app. He put his head on her shoulder, he stopped crying and was now just sniffling as he listened to his mother's calls. He couldn't believe it was all over now, did he mention that he was relieved?

"Hello? Yes, I would like to report a sexual assault, no it wasn't me who was but my son..." Jungkook zoned out by then, his mother's finger circled shapes on his back as he closed his eyes. He heard his mother mumble, "I need to tell your father, as well," before placing the phone to her ear again as she was connected to another line. His started to drift off to sleep, now all his crying and confessing made him exhausted the last thing he heard was his mothers angered voiced while she muttered: "that bastard won't get away with this," under her breath.

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Jungkook and Yoongi sat at the kitchen table with bowls filled with Seokjin's leftovers (chicken and rice with black beans) in front of them, Yoongi didn't really touch his but he was shocked to see Jungkook devour his, chewing sounds echoed off the walls of the void space, he smiled unnoticeably at the teenager. Jungkook? He looks like a Jungkook, actually... he thought to himself for a little although he's never met a Jungkook, he just felt he looked like a Jungkook. He cleared his throat for the third time during the meal, Jungkook not bothering to look up two of those times thinking maybe it was just a habit of his, and it was. Bonnie's happy squeals filled their ears as she sat in her highchair, her fingers sticky with honey Cheerios, eating some then decorating her fingers with them, if it wasn't for her there, it would be a rather awkward meal.

"When's the last time you ate?" Yoongi joked catching the youngers attention and he glanced at him, his cheeks filled with rice, he swallowed it before answering the father.

"Since yesterday night," he answered softly, wiping his mouth with the hoodie sleeve. Yoongi watched him with so much interest, he really liked this kid and felt he deserved so much more than what life has given him. Jungkook told him of his past and it was kind of the cause of the silence, not that Yoongi couldn't respond, it was just Jungkook's response of 'you don't have to feel sorry for me, I get enough of that as it is,' and if Yoongi was to say something, it'll be between the lines of giving him pity and feeling sorry for the younger. So he thought it was best to just nod and put on his best 'you'll get through it, that's why I'm here' face. It seemed Jungkook knew that face and nodded, understanding but doubting.

"It's almost midnight," Yoongi informs looking at the time on his phone, moving to collect Bonnie from her highchair, her sticky honey fingers reaching for him as he approached. He placed her on his hip and turned to face Jungkook who was nearly done cleaning his plate, a piece of meat hanging from his bottom lip as he quickly went to lick it up. "Do you want to, like, stay over?" he questioned with a shrugged, although dropping him home wouldn't be a problem either.

Jungkook looked down now at his clean plate,"I need to ask my mom," he explained first before digging into the joggers for his iPhone. Yoongi finished cleaning Bonnie's hands so he sat down across from the younger. He rose his eyebrow in question watching Jungkook raise his smartphone to the sky as he held up a peace sign and a small smile he decided he liked best on him rather than the straight line he wore all the time.

"What's that for?" Yoongi asked in amusement and Jungkook placed his phone back on his lap before shrugging at the question.

"My mom just wants to make sure I'm safe."

"Oh wow, she sure is protective," Yoongi laughed lightly as he bopped Bonnie's nose making her laugh at the slight tickle,

Jungkook frowned some, "I mean, she kinda has her reasons."

"Yeah," Yoongi mumbled lowly, "I guess you are right."

Jungkook blushed some after unlocking his phone, Yoongi gained interest in what his mother had texted him. "What did she say?" he inquired watching Jungkook clear his throat so his voice wouldn't crack or become shaky when giving his answer.

"She said I... looked really handsome," he rushed out and looked everywhere but the older male, scratching the back of his nap awkwardly, he didn't even notice the smile that crept onto Yoongi's lips and the small 'awe' that escapes them, it's lucky he hadn't or he'll be more of a blushing mess.

"Well, I guess I could show you the guest bedroom now," Yoongi suggested pushing in his chair back into the table as he stood up, Jungkook following suite as well. He had to admit, he felt really tired, today was long and awful and he just wanted to lay down and sleep. Yoongi carried Bonnie up the steps first while Jungkook rounded the corner, staring at the living room as they went by, now having to look around. The house was rather huge, the living room taking up a big portion of the home, but it wasn't the pricey furniture or the clean beige carpet that caught his interest as he climbs the steps, it was the pictures that lined the walls. There were picture frames of different kinds, yet they still fit the home's main colour, brown and white. The frames were filled with pictures of two men Jungkook hasn't met, they were hugging closely, smiling wide and sweetly at the camera. Others were pictures of Yoongi and Bonnie, mostly Bonnie's baby pictures and Yoongi's photos looked like he aged a year or two compared to now, except for the three pictures framing the wall above the flat-screen tv, it looked really recent since Yoongi's hair was blonde like it is now and Bonnie didn't seem to age much since the pictures were taken, he held her in his lap as they both smiled for the camera. Jungkook suddenly felt warm inside, the photos gave him a feeling of home, genuine love, and it kind of hurt at the same time.

By the time Jungkook made it up the steps, Yoongi was turning the corner into a different hall, he sped walked to catch up. Yoongi flicked on a nearby hallway light before twisting the doorknob to their right open. Jungkook adjusted his eyes to the room as Yoongi turned the lights on, he stared around in awe. The room was equally as big as Bonnie's, the bed sat in the middle of the room, black and white bed sheets decorating it, the large fluffy mat under his feet was soft and warm, the hardwood flooring underneath barely peeking through and the windows sat on the left side of the room, a black wooden dresser separating the windows, the blinds pulled down and closed. Two lampshades sat on top of the nightstands on either side of the bed, the room's temperature was cool and warm, his yearning to sleep only grew wider.

"You can sleep here for tonight, do you want to take a shower?" Yoongi questioned leaning on the door's frame, watching the younger sit at the edge of the bed.

"No, thank you, I'm fine." He rejected the offer, he didn't want Yoongi thinking he actually enjoyed his company and was warming up to him. He came here, he changed, he ate, and now he was going to sleep. All those things were given to him, and it felt like he was overdoing his stay. Yoongi seemed to look over the younger boys rejection, shrugging in return.

"Okay, just if you feel like it in the morning come knock at my door, it's right across the hall from Bonnie's. I can lend you some clothes and stuff," he assured Jungkook and the teen nodded coherently, not quite sure if he'll take him up on that offer. Bonnie already fell asleep again, this time for the rest of the night and Yoongi let out a yawn before nodding at the younger boy. "Okay, goodnight, kid."

"Night." Jungkook softly replied staring at the father while he exited the room, closing the bedroom door as he stepped out. When it was completely shut Jungkook let out a loud sigh he hadn't know he was holding for so long, falling backward onto the comforters, he unzipped his jacket feeling like he was heating up. He pulled it off before throwing it across the room onto the desk left of him.Jungkook crawled under his blankets, feeling cold now, leaving the sweats and white tee shirt he had on be, he dug his head into the pillows. Sniffing in its scent, it was a different and foreign scent to him. Though, it was enough to lure him into the best sleep he had in a long, long time.

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Jungkook has usually woken up on his own accord, due to being homeschooled by an online educational chatroom, there was no need for him to wake any earlier than 12 o'clock. The sun had other plans, though, as it rose into the pastel blue sky dotted with white transparent clouds. It gave no signs of dimming down even when the teenager covered his face with the duvet, too lazy to turn on his side. He gave up eventually and gave the star the win because he couldn't possibly fall back to sleep with the light shining through the curtains and the sudden reminder he wasn't home, in his own bed, sleeping in for the hell of it.

Jungkook sat up instantly, patting the sheets around him in search for his phone. He found it at the edge of the bed, tangled in the heaps of blankets there for decoration but Jungkook didn't bother to take them off. After getting the iPhone 6s out of the silk, he traced his thumb on its slightly scratched edge before pressing the power button to see the lock screen.

36%. 10:27 AM.

Jungkook threw the device in between his thighs, ruffling his dark, matted hair. He sighed deeply into the chilling silence, shuddering in response. He needed warmth and going back under the blankets wasn't an option since he was no longer sleepy. He needed a shower. That made the teenager shudder even more.

He needed a shower and in order to do so he would need a towel, a change of clothes and the nearest direction to the nearest bathroom because unlike Bonnie's bedroom, there was no bathroom inside of this room. He needed all those things but he wasn't so sure he was up to the only way he could get it: talking to Yoongi.

He glanced up at the ceiling, contemplating this. After a solid 5 minutes of sorting out the pros and cons, he got an answer. Pro; if he didn't ask the older male, he could continue being independent and show Yoongi he wasn't as hopeless as he seemed. Not that Yoongi thought this. Or con; keep himself isolated and independent but look and smell unpresentable which he did not want because there were two other people besides the father and baby living in this house and he didn't want to make a horrible first impression and he was also pretty sure babies were sensitive to smell. So with both those thoughts in mind, he builds himself up to climb out of the bed, storing his phone in his joggers, and opening the bedroom door before he could change his mind.

He stood outside the room staring warily down the hall before he stepped forward. He passed Bonnie's room, the door was ajar so he peeked in. The room was empty, she must have been an early riser so he stood back and went across the hall, facing Yoongi's pale white bedroom door. He knocked. Jungkook softly bounced on his heels as he waited, he heard brief motion behind the door. A bed creaking, floorboard squeaking and then the doorknob rattling.

He looked up the instant he saw the Yoongi's socked feet in the entrance way. His hair was shaggy and sticking up everywhere, his eyes squinting as he stared at the teenager but it only lasted momentarily because he ran his fingers through his bleached locks and it instantly fell over his eyes in one swift motion. Then he opened his almond-shaped eyes wider after adjusting to the dimmed hallway lights. A smile quirked onto his lips and all of a sudden he looked like didn't just wake up and instantly ready to start his day. It threw the younger male off so much that he had to be snapped back into reality with Yoongi's deep, groggy chuckle.

"S-sorry um," Jungkook stuttered unintentionally, that made Yoongi nod amusingly in acceptance of his apology before shifting his weight to his left leg, patiently waiting for the young adult to continue. Jungkook fiddled with his fingers, afraid to make eye contact, Yoongi's features were too soft and gentle, he was sure he was going to slip up again.

"I want to take a shower, but I don't know..."

Yoongi opened his door wider now, already knowing what Jungkook was going to ask. He motioned for him to follow behind him, so he did. He reluctantly padded into the bedroom, the floor sending shivers from his feet to his toes. The room was dark inside, the sun seemed to like the father more than Jungkook, or maybe it was because his room was decorated with midnight colours so no light could pass it. Yoongi walked to his nearest nightstand and picked up a set of attire and a towel on top of it. He spun back in Jungkook's direction before placing the new clothes in his arms. It confused Jungkook on how prepared he was, Jungkook didn't even have to finish the pitiful stuttering he called a sentence. It was like Yoongi knew that he was going to go back on his word.

"Thank you," he replied slowly and the young father smiled in response.

"Don't mention it, you can use my bathroom," he pointed to its door and Jungkook shyly headed off in that direction.

Once he entered the bathroom, he swiftly locked the door, it was just something he did so religiously nowadays that he didn't even notice. He stared into the mirror, eying his reflection. Tired eyes, swollen lips, dry skin, rough hair and every other flaw he could so easily point out. There was one thing he couldn't deny that he seems to tolerate about himself, though. It was his smile. He lifted his lips to make his teeth visible some. They weren't straight, he even had a slight overbite, but he always looked happy. He seemed okay when he smiled, and that's all he ever wanted to be. Happy and okay.

Wiping the momentary daze away, he began to lift the t-shirt over his head to reveal his pale stomach. He didn't bother to continue to look at his reflection now, he didn't want to see the thinness of him or the ribs he felt practically poking at him as he bent down to remove the rest of his attire. He didn't waste any of his time, hopping in the shower and immediately twisting the water faucet. He let the warm water run over him as he scrubbed at his skin with the rag he found underneath the underwear Yoongi supplied him with. After 3 minutes of rubbing his skin in soap, he grabbed the shampoo left of him and popped it open, squeezing some into his palm then running the slimy substance into his hair. It quickly started to smell of kiwi and watermelon and it easily reminded him of Yoongi whenever he ruffled at his hair to make it fall wherever on his head, the gesture blowing it's wind to Jungkook's nostrils, the scent lingering until it disappeared as quick as it came.

Jungkook's grabbed at the towel placed on the rack, wrapping it around his waist. He dried off as best as possible before putting on his boxers and gray socks. He wiped at his hair more, it started to frizz and look fuller, no longer oily and flat, it fell over his eyes more now, he reminded himself to get a haircut, though he was pretty sure his mother would make him anyways. He slipped a dark blue hood over his wife beater then slipped on a pair of dark skinny jeans ripped at the knees. He stared into the mirror one more time, the clothes fit well, maybe even a bit loose. He collected his clothes and phone, unlocking the door to exit.

He glanced around the room and seen that the young father was no longer in the room. He bit at his lip, his anxiety now coming to play. He placed the dirty clothes in the clothes hamper he saw Yoongi throw his other clothes in last night. Walking out the room, Jungkook smelled something sweet coming from down the staircase along with distant voices and kids show theme song. He gradually inched towards it, ignoring the churn of his stomach as he stepped down each step. The hallway towards the kitchen made his stomach flip now, he didn't want to cower and turn back to distance himself in the guest bedroom, so he swallowed hard and continued forward past the living room.

"Yoongi!" a voice snapped and Jungkook jumped back slightly, "will you stop eating my batter? I need it for my cookies- Bonnie don't you dare lick that off his finger! Why would even consider feeding her raw cookie dough?!" a male voice piped and Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle lightly at how silly Yoongi was. He didn't think his laugh would be heard though because the kitchen went silent with exceptions of Bonnie because she was making noises as if to tell him to come closer, so he did.

Yoongi smiled at him brightly and Bonnie reached for him in her highchair, oatmeal was forgotten.

"Hi there," a voice from behind him piped and he twisted around. Bowing his head on instinct. The figure stared in awe at Jungkook, before grinning.

"Hello," he replied softly, Bonnie giggled as he quickly lifted her up into his arms then paying his attention to the two males staring admiringly and Yoongi seemed to catch the looks too, fake gagging and that made the shorter of the two glare at him.

"I'm Kim Seokjin," he gestured to himself, "but you can call me Jin." He then pointed to the man opposite of the counter who was still smiling at him, his dimples evident. It wasn't a creepy stare or smile, it was welcoming and kind of soothing. "This is my husband, Kim Namjoon, he doesn't really have a nickname so you can decide one for him," he beamed and Namjoon chuckled in response.

Husband? Jungkook's heart started to pump faster as if some part of him liked the idea of that then another part him was confused and thrilled.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook," he greeted back although he was partially sure they already knew of his existence by how they acted.

"It's nice to meet you, Jungkook, make yourself at home dear," Seokjin gesture for him sit and he did, he sat beside Yoongi, placing the baby on his lap. "Are you hungry?" he asked now and Jungkook nodded his head shyly.

Namjoon smiled wide now, going over to the stove, grabbing a plate and placing pancakes on the glass. "I'm glad you are hungry, 'cause I make the best chocolate pancakes," he bragged. Jungkook turned to Yoongi who snickered.

"You can only make chocolate pancakes, fool," Yoongi rolled his eyes, grinning as the older male snapped his head towards him.

"At least I can make pancakes, how're instant noodles going for you?" Namjoon shot back and Jungkook smiled slightly.

"I don't need to be able to cook, Seokjin feeds us all," he counter-attacked now. Said man turned away from the cup of tea he was pouring for his house guest to throw a scowl at Yoongi.

"How are you going to survive when you move out of this place? I fear for Bonnie's health." Seokjin sighed deeply placing the mug down in front of the teenager after Namjoon gave him the pancake filled plate. Jungkook picked up his fork hesitantly and stabbed into the meal, cutting a piece of the brown, fluffy food before stuffing it into his mouth. it tastes really good in Jungkook's opinion, Namjoon wasn't as bad a cook Yoongi was making him out to be.

"I like it," he told the older male before putting more into his mouth immediately. Namjoon crossed his arms in triumph, smirking at his best friend.

"See, baby, you're an amazing cook. Yoongi's just salty," Seokjin giggled out, wrapping his arms around his waist before pecking his cheek.

"Ugh. I'm getting out of here before this escalates," Yoongi gagged once more mockingly, placing Bonnie onto his hip to walk out of the kitchen. He moved on his heel to stare at the young adult in realization, "Jungkook, just call for me when you're ready to go home. I'll be upstairs washing my baby girl's eyes from the horrid scene you have forced upon her," and with that, the young dad left. The two men laughed out loud, sighing afterwards before moving around the kitchen again.

"This is our family, Jungkook. We're not perfect but we're quite alright. If I say so myself." Seokjin smiled warmly at him before turning away to wipe off the island top, Namjoon humming in agreement.

Jungkook felt his heart tug at that statement because he wasn't perfect either, he was alright for a boy with many problems. He liked this small, humorous family. He liked the coziness of this home. He liked the framed pictures hanging neatly on the walls. He liked the real, genuine emotions they showcased for one another. He liked them. There was this small glimmer of hope in him that someday, he would be apart of this family.

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After getting the ride home from Yoongi around 1:00 PM and exchanging phone numbers, Jungkook hopped out the vehicle, old clothes and wig inside his backpack. He would have stayed longer if it wasn't for his homeschooling that needed to completed before 5 PM. The Kim's were very welcoming and even sat down and chatted with him for a while, he usually wouldn't have said more than needed, but he opened up to the couple so easily. They asked about his favourite things and never questioned his personal life, which he was very grateful for.

He didn't bother to watch Yoongi drive away, he figured he'd do just well without him staring the back of his car down. Entering his house, he moved across the foyer into the corridor.

"Baby," a soft voice approached him from behind and he twisted around to face the figure. It was his mother, still dressed in a long sleeve sweater and baggy sweatpants, her hair up in a messy ponytail.

"Hey, Ma." Jungkook lifted up his mouth, trying to show an expression of content. She walked closer with a small smile tugged on her own face, he blushed some when she reached up to brush away his fringe.

"Ah, you look so handsome," she squeaked slightly, cupping his face as if it's been ages since she saw him. He felt bad for her, she was seeing this new-yet-old him as progress. Jungkook wasn't progressing in the slightest, he didn't know what came over him that made him drop the female facade. Yoongi just shook him up a bit, handed him clothes and the reassuring smile on his features told him to. Yoongi told him to, that's why. That worried him.

"T-thanks, Ma. Really." He whispered, snuggling his cheeks into her warmth. He missed this kind of contact with his mother, although it never left, he just hadn't ever felt it. Her touch was distinctive now, the foundation and concealer not pressing further into his skin. When she pulled away, her hands were clean, not smeared with the cheap makeup he'd purchase. That felt really good.

"Did you enjoy it at your friend's house?" she asked Jungkook, leaning against the wall a bit, head tilted.

"Yes," he answered truthfully, "I had a nice time. It felt great to get out of the house and socialize with others." He admitted.

She nodded along happily to his statement, "good. I wouldn't mind if you'd like to do it more often." Jungkook did a soft 'yeah', glad he didn't have to tell her that his new found friends were a father, his baby, and a married gay couple. He wouldn't know how his mother would take such information, not in a negative way, but in bewilderment and thinking her son had such a weird taste in friends.

"Well," Jungkook shifted in his beat-up converse, "I should go and do my assignments before the deadline." His mom understood such an excuse and hummed.

"Right. Go do your work, kiddo, we'll talk more about your day later, if you'd like to." Jungkook nodded again, the words if you'd like has always been his mother's way of not pressuring him into things. She never yelled or disagreed and disapproved with anything he'd did. Sometimes he wishes she'd take control, because giving the young teenager an option on what he wants or not want to do just made him step further away from anything that could help him 'progress'. He'd purposely not do certain stuff that he knew his mother would like for him to do, but she gave him an option and he'd use that as an advantage to get out of things he never wants to do.

Kissing his mother on the cheek, he walked further down the ranch house and to his room at the end of the hall. Closing the door softly behind him, Jungkook dropped his backpack onto the floor beside him with a grunt. Looking around his bedroom, it wasn't very decorated, having just moved in two years ago, he never bothered with decorating it. A twin bed in the corner against the window, dressers across the way, a flat-screen TV settled on top of the wood, a desk near the window, his laptop and Bluetooth devices neatly beside it. He rubbed his face, tired, though he yawned through it and sat down in his swivel chair, opening the blue top of his computer before logging in and opening up a word document.

Greek mythology; Odysseus and the Trojan War

Then he was off, typing up paragraphs to summarize the rumoured Greek history and personal opinions that weren't so personal but things an online literature teacher may want to read. After coming up with five pretty convincing paragraphs for his essay, he saved the file and created a new one, this one titled differently.

May 23rd, 2017: Therapy Entry.

Jungkook tapped at his keyboard, typing up full words just to do away with them. He rubbed his head, thinking as he watched the thin line beside the 'Entry' blink. He licked his lips before sighing softly, tapping once more, fingers moving with such ease watching letters move across the screen, making up words he wrote many times before.

"I feel fine. I'm eating all my meals, keeping up my hygiene and listening to my mother's suggestions..."

He wrote up, biting his lip in reluctance, unsure about the words ready to flow from his thoughts into the white sheet of computer-generated paper. All so new and filled with unexpected change.

"...I am no longer wearing makeup and feminine outfits. I explored outside of my comfort zone, meeting three, I hope to be, friends. From 0 to 10 on the scale of despair to content, I am a 6, 6 and a half."

He stared at the bright screen thoughtfully wondering if he should add more, add to why his previous number, 3, skyrocketed to a 6 and a half, four numbers away from the content ten. Yet, he himself didn't really have an answer to it, he just felt okay at the time, certain that his number would drop within the next 24 hours, so he left the reason for such progress (progress. Why was he giving everyone such false hope?) unanswered. Saving the entry, he dropped it into his email, sending it off to his therapist and his essay to his teacher 15 minutes before 5 PM.

Closing down the laptop, Jungkook padded across the room to his bed where he laid down, knees at his chest while he gradually scrolled through his phone. Just a few months ago, after two whole years, Jungkook was given two new electronics. His iPhone and his television, his laptop used to be his mother's before it became his when she was warily shoving the things into his arms or setting it up in his room. Jungkook's therapist found him well enough to own such things again, no longer afraid that social media and TV shows would corrupt him and throw him into a deeper hole of depression and trauma. His mother was nervous for such change, afraid that he'd lock himself away in his room, with such low self-esteem, he'd become fearful of what the world thought of him and desperately try to reach online strangers status of a perfect Korean boy (girl at the time.) It was quite the opposite, however. Jungkook didn't own any social media accounts or went on any of his old ones. He just watched YouTube and read online books, sometimes playing games from the App Store. He didn't really care for what he was missing in life, all the trends he had yet to discover. He was fine without knowing about any of it, that's one thing he and his mother could both agree on.

The jingle that escapes his phone threw Jungkook off, he didn't see any YouTube or game notifications pop up at the top of his screen. He squinted as he pulled down his notification bar, seeing the green icon for the messaging app. This was different, he hadn't recognized the number as his mother's or therapist, though it seemed familiar. He tapped on it.

+82 -4562-4663
Hey, is it okay if I take you somewhere tonight?
5:23 PM.

He read it slowly, eyes cutting at the question, his heart picking up from the message. Someone must have gotten the wrong number because this was so strange and this number right off the bat asked permission to take him somewhere. He rattled his mind for any idea of who this could be, about to settle on a stranger with the wrong phone number until dots started to show at the bottom of the chat, indicating someone was typing.

+82-4562-4663
It's part one of the healing stage. I'll explain to you in the car later if you are able to come, that is.
5:25 PM.

"Healing stage?" The young boy muttered to himself, gasping when it all came back to him. This was Yoongi's number, he hadn't saved it in his contacts when he got it. Jungkook sat up now, his fingers hovering over the contact.

+82-4562-4663 IS NOW  YOONGI - HYUNG .

You
Sure. I can come, what time?
5:32 PM.

Jungkook knew he would have to ask his mother to get official permission, though he didn't think that would be a problem. She wanted him to meet new people and hang out past hours, doing teenage stuff. Plus, he'd be out past hours, doing appropriate stuff with the young father, she'd have nothing to be so worrisome about. His mother trusted him a lot more than she did a year ago where he walking to the store would nearly give her a heart attack. Now, he could stroll to Busan and just a text of his whereabouts would soothe her and she'd be alright with it. Such a reaction came with the 'let Jungkook make his own choices' era that she came out of nowhere with, probably heavily influenced by his therapist.

Yoongi- Hyung

I s  6:00 o'clock alright? I don't want to have you out too late.
5 :33 PM

You
Yes, that's alright. See you then?
5:33 PM

Yoongi- Hyung

See you then.
5:34 PM

Jungkook messed with his fringe, staring up at his ceiling, he had to get ready. He stood at his closest, pushing away the dresses, skirts and shirts to see his old collection of clothes. They were so bland compared to the clothing up front, they weren't colourful. Kookie liked pastel colours and hanging shoulder sleeves, Jungkook liked black shirts and vans. He wasn't Kookie anymore. Jungkook took up the bright clothing by their hangers, dumping them in his dirty clothes hamper.

"Ma," Jungkook called out when he exited his bedroom and walked into the living room where his mother was laying on the sofa opposite of the television, volume low as her eyes trailed a book in her hands.

"Yes, honey?" She replied back, staring up at him gently. He could tell she loved the grey shirt, thin jacket, faded jeans, and grey vans he was wearing. Kookie and her never agreed on clothing because his mother wasn't a classy woman, she preferred comfy over fashionable. Jungkook and her always saw eye to eye when it came to attire, he was glad for once that she didn't pick at his shirt, complaining about how small it was on him.

"Could I go with a friend tonight? He said he'd bring me back before curfew, we won't be out late." She tilted her in pretend thought, answer already at the tip of her tongue.

"Sure thing, sweetie," she smiled, standing to fix his jacket. Zipping up its zipper before placing the hoodie over his head. She ached to do that, Jungkook knew so, he had let her too, because he missed such tradition. "It's cold out, stay warm," was her excuse.

"Yeah, okay I will." Jungkook nodded along to her orders while she backed away, fixing her hair behind her ear continuing to admire him. "We'll," she trailed off, not knowing if it was too soon to say, but the glance he gave her was a way to tell her to go on. "We'll go shopping for more clothes tomorrow, update your wardrobe, only if you'd want-"

"I'd really love to do that, Ma," Jungkook talked over her, shrugging. She nodded her head, smiling more now. Jungkook wanted to make her happy, and he knew him going shopping for masculine clothes would really lighten her mood. He could tell she wanted this day, to have her baby boy back, no matter how closed off and reserved he was. She supported him as Kookie regardless of how much she quietly opposed. Now, he wanted her to know that her baby boy was back for now on, that he wasn't going anywhere, all thanks to the bottled blonde with the cute baby.

A knock at the door drifted them away from the quiet, comfort the two had around them. His mother looked away from him, hiding her bubbling excitement in the form of a cough to clear her throat.

"That must be your friend, let's go greet him," she smiled brightly and Jungkook quickly followed along. He watched his mother stand on her tiptoes to view out of the peephole, stepping back. After fixing her hair and cardigan (which Jungkook thought was not needed because he thought she was just fine), she opened the door.

"Hello, Dear, you must be Jungkook's friend." Yoongi lifted his head from the doormat and revealed a small smile, taking his hands from his pocket to shake hers.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Min Yoongi." Yoongi glanced over Jungkook's mother to give him a slight nod, Jungkook eyed him softly, looking away feeling incoming jitters.

"I'm Jung Eunji," Eunji replied back with enthusiasm.

Yoongi returned his arm to his side, leaning on one foot. "Please do not worry- I will have him back before 10:30- maybe even earlier than that."

Eunji laughed, throwing her hand as if to say 'don't worry', adding to the motion, saying: "trust me, I'm not," lies. Jungkook could hear it in her voice, or maybe it was her way of not trying not to cry at the sudden way Jungkook was no longer Kookie and now he was making friends.

Jungkook stepped in front Eunji, wanting to get whatever Yoongi had planned done with, though he was really curious about what 'healing process' he had in mind. "Well, Ma, we'd better be going now if we want to come home at a decent time." He tugged on Yoongi's sleeve slightly, stepping over the threshold, Yoongi turned a bit to wave a farewell to Eunji who said a small 'be safe, darlings!'.

Jungkook jumped into the passenger seat the moment they were near the vehicle, Yoongi in the driver's seat. After buckling their seat belts, Yoongi put the car in reverse and headed for the city.

The teen placed the side of his head onto the window, letting the vibrations calm him.

"So, The Healing Stage." Yoongi voiced over the low radio music, twisting the knob of the device to turn it down even more. Jungkook moved his neck slightly, watching.

"Hm," he hummed, to show he was listening.

"There are five stages of this process," Yoongi briefly looked to Jungkook for a split second then kept his eyes back to the road in front of him. "Tonight we're doing the first stage needed to move on to the others," he explained. Jungkook sighed.

"What makes you so certain your 'five stages of healing' will help me?" He asked now, watching the blurs of street lights intently until they were zoomed past and out of sight.

"I'm not," Yoongi answered honestly, shrugging his shoulders. "It's worth a shot, though." Jungkook was taken aback by his reply, it was so blunt and he felt somewhat like a laboratory experiment.

"Did you even do your research?"

"Briefly, yes. Don't worry, everything I'm going to do wouldn't be happening if I didn't have at least some knowledge in..." he trailed off.

"Sexual abuse," Jungkook finished for him, "you can say it, y'know? It's not like a trigger word or anything."

Yoongi nodded along, "right. I didn't know."

"Thanks, anyway," Jungkook whispered, Yoongi tilted his head in confusion. "For being cautious."

"Yeah, no problem."

__

The young father parked his Toyota Camry in an empty parking lot of a run down Seven Eleven. Jungkook glanced around the car, frightened.

"Relax, kid." Yoongi chuckled amusedly at the young adult's reaction to the area. He did so slowly, slumping his shoulders, watching the bottled blond take his key out of the ignition. Yoongi opened his door slightly, turning over his shoulder to look at Jungkook. "Let's go," he gestured to the passenger door before furthering his motion to exit the car. Jungkook did the same reluctantly.

Tucking his hands into his jacket pockets, he trailed to the back of the car like Yoongi, stopping when Yoongi stood in front of the trunk. He warily watched as he pressed a button on his car keys, the tail lights of the car flickered to life briefly, two high pitched beeps sounding as well. He stood back a reasonable amount to be able to run if Yoongi was hiding something inappropriate. Jungkook tilted his head in curiosity, even so, watching Yoongi lift the trunks top, digging into the items within it. Soon, he stepped back and swung around to face Jungkook with the material in hand. Throwing two of the items towards him, Jungkook quickly caught them to avoid being hit.

"A baseball bat and spray paint?" Jungkook questioned, hitting the ground lightly with the pale green metal.

"Yes. These will be mandatory for what we are about to do," Yoongi confirmed, slamming the trunk closed.

"And that is?" Jungkook pressed.

"We're going to be destroying things!" Yoongi beamed like a child, throwing up his own bat and catching it when it came down.

"W-wait, isn't that illegal? We can't vandalize," Jungkook followed Yoongi to the Seven Eleven's closed glass doors. Yoongi puffed up his cheeks, seeing that the doors were locked then looking around on the ground, completely ignoring Jungkook's whine.

"Hyung," Jungkook was about to knock some sense into the man but flinched and shield himself from glass shattering everywhere. Yoongi broke one of the doors with a rock. Unlocking them when all the shards hit the ground.

"Are you crazy?!" Jungkook exclaimed, kicking at the clear debris before entering the convenience store.

"Chill," Yoongi smirked cockily, jumping over the counter to flick on the lights. It didn't occur to Jungkook how well Yoongi knew this place.

"Chill? Chill?!" The boy waved his arms around, "How could I possibly chill when we just broke into a Seven Eleven and now you're exposing us by turning on the fucking lights? Do you not want to see your daughter ever again?"

The dad came back now, leaning his elbows on the counter, taking a look at the cigarette boxes and lighters along with other things behind him. He picked up a box and opened it, glaring down at the content in disgust, dumping the sticks onto the counter.

"Hyung!" Jungkook whined.

"What? Do you want a lollipop?" Yoongi asked, taking a lighter from a mini case, and lighting one of the nicotine filled rolls.

"Um, no?" Jungkook scrunched up his face.

Yoongi eyed the cancer stick, flicking at the ash at the butt of it. Not even taking a puff from it, he put it out. "Good. All this stuff is probably expired by now, maybe not the scratch-off cards, though. You can take on of those if you'd like," Yoongi mumbled, dumping the 10 sticks in front of him in the trash nearby then placing his chin in his palm while he continued to stare nonchalantly at Jungkook.

Jungkook clenched his fist, just about fed up with Yoongi's careless behaviour. Yoongi seemed to realize this and held his hands up in defence, laughing.

"I'm just kidding around," he took the proper way around the counter this time. "This place used to belong to my uncle, he owns a lot of Seven Elevens in the Seoul and Daegu areas. He closed this one down about eight months ago because the population around this area is pretty low. So I met up with him today saying that I'd planned on doing a 'social experiment' in here, he agreed. And now this place is ours. Well, until the Japanese couple comes and changes it into a small sushi place."

Jungkook seemed to have relaxed greatly, enough to lean over one of the shelves. "Okay, but that still doesn't explain why you threw a rock into the door."

Yoongi smiled sheepishly, "forgot the keys."

Jungkook sucked his teeth at the man's forgetfulness, taking a close and more comfortable look around the place.

"Didn't it add to the suspense, though? C'mon, I could win an Oscar with my acting skills."

"Whatever," Jungkook clicked his tongue, picking up the bat he sat down against a case of Pepsi bottles. "Why do we need to destroy things anyways? What good would that do me?" He questioned, squinting at the freezers filled with dairy products, minding to stay away from those containers to avoid stinking up the place.

"Lots, actually," Yoongi claimed, flicking his wrist to shake up a yellow can of spray paint. "Stage one of The Healing Stage is to let go of built up anger, worries, fears, and whatever's been concerning you. Instead of taking it out on your family and friends, take it out on lifeless objects. Kind of like a stress ball."

"Still not getting it."

"Don't you have some emotions you want to let out in the form of destruction?" The blond questioned, now shaking up a red and blue can at the same time.

"I don't know," Jungkook muttered, watching Yoongi stand up from sitting on a soda case. "Will it really make me feel better?"

"You'd feel lighter in a way, watch," Yoongi picked up the black spray paint and headed for one of the shelves, pushing all the expired junk food to the floor and then started to swiftly move about the shelf, writing in large letters. Jungkook stared intently making out each letter until it was completely a word.

R-E-G-R-E-T-S

"Now you try, pick a colour. Something that represents how you feel."

Jungkook nodded, stepping over the things scattered across the floor, reaching for a purple spray can. He then moved to a shelf beside Yoongi's placing the cans of microwavable food onto the ground, shaking the can, he let the midnight colours paint his emotions.

N-U-M-B.

"Okay," Yoongi inspected the scribble-like it was a painting with abstract art. Jungkook eyed him while he moved around, looking at the word in different aspects. Jungkook felt like he was being graded on a test, certain he'll get below a C, maybe a barely passing D.

"Show me how you feel numb," was his response after a few minutes of him staring at the letters.

"You... you can't show numbness," Jungkook replied softly, weakly. 
"What do you mean?"

"You can show anger, happiness and sadness but it's impossible to show numbness." He glanced up at his own creation, the wet paint dripping.

"Show me in a different way, then," Yoongi tried to reason.

"I don't think I'm able to."

"No, Jungkook." Yoongi stood near the boy, "You are, find some alternative way. You think you can't, but with all the shit you went through, there's something within you. Show me it," he looked into the dark eyes of the other, pressing the bat into Jungkook's stomach, "Show me it." He repeated.

He slowly took the metal into his grasp, Yoongi disappearing from his eyesight somewhere on his left. He rose the bat over his shoulder like a baseball player, getting in position to hit the ball out of the park. Using all his strength, he swung. Jungkook gasped out as bags exploded, chips flying everywhere.

"What did you feel?" Yoongi piped up from beside him now, his boots crunching under the Lays and Cheetos.

"I didn't feel, I thought." Jungkook corrected.

"Think some more," Yoongi insisted, taking up his own bat, he wasted no time. He ran up to one of the freezers and broke the glass without a second thought. Gatorade bottles rolling everywhere, some leaking it's liquid.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, his body heat firing up.

"You're a little bitch, you know that? Now do  what  you were made  to  do, pussy boy."

He screamed out as he took a swing at some canned goods, their juices and contents bursting out, he turned around and readied his position.

" Don't   tell  me  where   the  fuck  I  can't touch you,  I'll  touch you  where ever   I  want."

Jungkook hit the soda cans off their displays, the majority of them fizzing out while others were left dented.

" Even  your own father would disown you if he  found  out you're a  fucking  toy.  He's  barely around as it is, would you  want  him to leave you completely?"

Smash.

"You're funny, Jungkook, you know  that ?  You  think you can  actually   get  a  date  with your overused body? I was planning on  getting  rid of you myself but  you're  too  easy  to  bitch  around."

Bang.

"Maybe you  should  become a prostitute instead, all you're good for  is  sucking dick. You  could  never become  anything  with your  trash  grades."

Swing.

"Damn, your mother is so  fucking  dumb, why do you  I  even  stay  here?  You're  a faggot  who   can't   even  enjoy the pleasure  I  give you when  nobody  else  will  and  she's  a fucking bitch who  complains  too goddamn much.  I'm  the man of this house! You hear? I  don't  have to do shit around this house but work, rest, and fuck you and your  mother  brainless!"

"Fuck off!" Jungkook yelled, tomato sauce splattered across the wall opposite of him, baseball bat now scratched up and covered in dried up food stains. He headed for the front counter, banging the wood repeatedly, watching its pieces fly everywhere.

Jungkook threw all the cigarette boxes to the ground, damning the nicotine that once filled his room after everyday horrible night. Smashing them until they were crimped and he was certain the sticks were not smokable. Now he spun around, seeing the damage Yoongi equally caused, the freezers were shattered, the goods once making a home there were becoming more rotten, shelves were pushed over, cookies and candy certainly mushed on impact. He turned the other direction now seeing Yoongi, his bat was no longer in hand, but now he was spray painting, Jungkook read the sentence.

Call me  a fuck-up, call me a disappointment, but never call me a terrible father.

Jungkook tilted his head at the neatly wrote hangul, he too then picked up a spray can orange this time, and started to write on the walls of the store.

I do have an emotion: anger. I will achieve. I will be strong. I'll beat your expectations for me, for  my  mother.

When he faced Yoongi again, his eyes moved to read the words he also wrote. They both were panting heavily, sweat falling from their foreheads and food stains embedded into their clothing, they started to laugh. Yoongi strolled up to the young adult, sliding down the wall into a sitting position, Jungkook sat beside him.

"Wow. You wrecked this place," Yoongi breathed out with an airy chuckle. Jungkook mumbled shyly, turning to look the cold section of the store, glass shards and beverages everywhere.

"Hyung, you did some damage yourself, what was all that about?" Jungkook teased back.

"What? I said put some emotion into it"

"No, Hyung," Jungkook said. "The writing on the wall, that shows it wasn't all about emotions. Who told you weren't a good father?"

Yoongi licked his lips, looking away from the boy. Jungkook didn't want Yoongi to be put in an uncomfortable situation because of him, he hadn't realized how inconsiderate he must've sounded. He opened his mouth to speak but Yoongi beat him to it.

"You comfortable, kid?"

"Yeah- I mean-- I guess so."

Yoongi smirked a little, bleached strand falling on his face, resting there perfectly. Just like this morning, Jungkook seemed to take notice. "Well, I have a story to tell."

Jungkook pulled his knees up to his stomach, laying his chin down in his hand, ready to listen.

"For about three years, I and my ex-girlfriend were dating. I loved her, a lot, but into our third year of dating, she started to take pills. The pills were for depression, but she started to take more than she needed and on top of that other prescriptions." Yoongi spoke quietly, staring out of the glass windows. Jungkook turned to look too, their reflections staring back at them.

"Last year, in my junior year of college, she was in her sophomore year. She told me she was five months pregnant, and I just felt really dumb," he laughed weakly, "because how could I have not noticed. I felt even more stupid when I was informed because she was taking pills, pills you shouldn't be taking while pregnant." Jungkook winced at the last sentence, he could hear the despair in his Hyung's tone.

"I told her to stop doing the pills, she told me had. She lied, though. She nearly overdosed in her seventh month of pregnancy. Gosh, I nearly lost her, lost Bonnie. Because of that, she was rehabbed and gave birth to Bonnie in August. She left her there, at the hospital, the nurses said she asked for a cup of water and just vanished when they came back with it."

"My mother was so furious with me, saying 'how could you get her pregnant?' 'What about your schooling?' 'She was crazy, Yoongi, crazy! Yet you never listen to me.' She was planning on placing Bonnie up for adoption, Bonnie is my baby too, so I didn't go through with it. I moved out of my parents' house and now I'm with Seokjin and Namjoon, dropped out of college and started working at multiple jobs." Yoongi wiped his eyes a bit, Jungkook watched gently, stunned when Yoongi twisted his body to stare at him, nose becoming slight red, smiling through his visible pain.

"But you know what?"

"What?"

"I don't regret a single decision I made." Yoongi sniffed, glancing at the now dried 'regrets' on the shelf tumbled to the floor. "My only regret is not seeing her pain, for not seeing her worries. She left me, she abandoned our baby. And I regret that deeply."

"That wasn't your fault," Jungkook comforted him quietly.

"I know, I just feel like I could've done something more. I don't feel like I tried hard enough for her."

"I think you did everything you could have, it was her decision. You continue to do more than your abilities, it's not easy being a single dad who's constantly being put down by their parents," Jungkook spoke up, glancing at Yoongi through his eyelashes. "In fact, your parents don't give you enough credit. My mother would be proud of me for not walking out on a little being that needs me, of course, she'll be upset with the choice of me not using protection." They laughed. "But she'll get over it and see the bright side of it. Your mother doesn't understand she raised a great son, she's just stuck up in the olden days."

Yoongi nodded slow, in thought. He went to reach for Jungkook's shoulder but paused. He sat his palm close to the teen's hand instead.

"We'll be strong together, yeah?" Jungkook voiced through the quiet.

"Yeah."

Yoongi smiled this time, messing with his earring to hide his flustered. Jungkook hummed out, jumping to his feet watching as Yoongi repeated his action. They looked around the place, now trashed and more run down than before. All their feelings created such mess, and they planned to leave those feelings and thoughts right here. The writing on the wall, their mottos. Yoongi nodded at Jungkook, backing away and making his way to the stores doubled doors. Jungkook took one last glance around the place and then he sped walked to catch up with the young father.