Yoongi sat against the brick wall of the alleyway. His only friend’s at this point were the alley cats and stray animals he met while walking around the city at night. He had been told off by the police countless times and was now running from them. He had been given his last warning tonight and now they were going to arrest him.Yoongi couldn’t understand why; he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“The law is fucked up,” He said to Mittens - one of the stray kittens he had found and had been taking care of. The cat merely meowed in response to his statement. ‘I didn’t ask for your opinion, Mitts.”

“We know you’re down here!” One cop shouted. Yoongi heard the man as he cocked his gun. “So..” Yoongi trailed. “You’re really going to shoot a fourteen year old boy just to get what you want?” The cops hesitated to respond. “I haven’t done anything wrong! So leave me alone!” He shouted.

“Listen son,-”

“Don’t call me son!”

“Listen..” The cop trailed. “You need to come with us-”

“No!”

“We can provide you with shelter and food -”

As tempting as it was to Yoongi he had a home now.. It was the alleyway with all the cats.

“I’m not going with you!”

“You heard the boy! Take him by force!” The cop announced for his team to hear him.

After much fighting Yoongi was eventually shoved against the cop car and handcuffed. A young man walking by had taken notice of the boy’s attire and decided to approach the vehicle.

“What’s going on here?” He inquired. “None of your business, move along.”

He looked to the boy offering a small sad smile.

‘Help me’ He had mouthed to the man before being harshly shoved into the car.

“I’m not a criminal! Let me go!” The car door slammed and Yoongi kicked it.

The man watched the car drive away with the young boy inside. He pulled out his phone and called his boss.

“Mission: failed.”

___________

Yoongi was sprawled out on the floor of the cell and was ignoring the lawyer completely.

“Does your behaviour have anything to do with your parents?”

Yoongi sat up. Glaring at the man- if looks could kill, he would be dead.

“Don’t you ever talk about my parents ever! Got it?!” The lawyer merely ignored the statement. “Are you going to answer my question or not?” Yoongi laid back against the concrete floor. “Are you gonna stop being a therapist and be a lawyer?”

“Actually, I’m both.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and huffed. “When are you going to leave?” The lawyer thought for a minute. “Once you answer three of my questions.” The boy sat up and scooted towards the bars of his cage. “If you were in here I swear to god I would knock you out so I could sleep.” The lawyer ignored him again as he adjusted himself in the chair.

“Do your par-”

“I’ll answer any question but that one.” He said, cutting the older man off.

“Okay.. Why were you in the alleyway?” Yoongi frowned. He glanced into the lawyer’s brown eyes, looking for something- anything. Hate, disdain, but he found nothing but love and trust. He let out a sigh.

“I have Photodermatitis*… Sun exposure is bad for me.. I’ve been running around in the alleys for a couple years..” His fingers wrapped around the cool metal of the cage bars, his eyes casting down to his lap. “My parents didn’t want to buy my medicine anymore since it’s really expensive so I ran off.. I didn’t want to be a burden to them or anyone else so I made friends with the strays and they became my family.. I took care of them and they took care of me.. We had each other and no one else.” The boy looked back at the man in front of him. “Am I allowed out now?”

“Did you ever want to go back home? Do you want to now?” The boy shook his head. “Did you have any friends prior to running away.” The boy was unresponsive for a couple minutes. He tilted his head side to side in thought before shrugging his shoulders. “There was a boy I knew - Taehyung. But he was my neighbour and we only ever hung out if our parents were out.”

“If we let you out will you follow me to the Institution rather than spending all your life in the streets. Ou doctors and nurses will run tests, provide medicine and adjust a room to your needs..”

“Will the medicine be free?” The man nodded. “And the room won’t have sunlight?” The man softly smiled at the boy. “The room will be made to fit your needs. Whatever you want, we’ll give.” Yoongi couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“Thank you.. Uhh..”

“Kim Namjoon. My partner, Kim Seokjin is outside ready to drive us, he already bailed you out so we can go.” The man stood up and Yoongi followed. A police officer came and unlocked the cage grumbling about something as he walked away.

“Thank you Namjoon!” He wrapped his arms around the man’s waist and buried his face in his stomach. “Let’s go, yeah?”

________

They pulled up to the building, parked and walked Yoongi up the steps - after they woke him up, of course. “Wow.. This place is so huge!” The two men smiled at the young boy’s excitement.

“Namjoon, would you show Yoongi to his room? I have something to take care of..” He trailed off, he tried to walk off but Yoongi grabbed hand looking at him with puppy eyes. “I’m really sorry Yoongi, but this is also very important.” He crouched down to the boy’s level, eyes meeting his.

“I promise to spend dinner with you, okay?” Yoongi pouted but nodded, releasing Jin’s hand and watched him walk away, but not before pressing a kiss to the younger’s forehead.

Let’s go, shall we?” Namjoon asked taking the younger’s hand and guiding him into the building.

**

It hurt Seokjin to leave the poor boy alone with Namjoon - who would most likely call him saying that he got lost- but Seokjin had to tend to the institution’s owners son.

He softly knocked on the brown wooden door, turning the handle downwards slowly pushing the door open. He saw the small boy sat in the middle of his bed, blanket thrown over his head, and crying.

“Oh Jungkook…” He sympathised, closing the door behind him sitting on the bed in front of the boy - who jumped into his lap without hesitation.

Seokjin Hyung…

The boy wished he could open his mouth to tell his Hyung everything but his father was always watching his every move - if the boy did something his father didn’t like - he’d get hurt. And he wouldn’t let anyone else get hurt again.

Jungkook cried as Seokjin held him, stroking his hair and humming to him softly. The boy buried his face in his Hyung’s neck, sobbing uncontrollably - letting out small hiccups here and there. Seokjin pulled him away and cupped his face.

“What happened, hmm? Can you tell me?” He asked softly. Jungkook buried his face into the older’s chest shaking his head and crying harder. “Did your father hit you again?” He whispered in the boy’s ear. His sobbing got louder and harder - which Seokjin took this reaction as a big fat yes to his question.

Seokjin held the boy until the sobs died down to soft quiet snores. He carefully placed Jungkook in his bed, tucked him in and kissed his forehead before leaving to make dinner for the patients.

***

Seokjin made dinner for the patients and went to bring Yoongi his serving.

“Ah, ma’am, excuse me, but could you tell me what room is Min Yoongi in?” he asked the lady behind the desk. She looked up his name and gave it to him. “Thank you.” He said, rushing down the hall towards the younger’s room.

He came upon a dark oak wood door that had dull bronze numbers on them that said; 0309/0218, He opened the door and found the boy cowering in a dark corner with a few lit candles in the room, a small bed (which seemed rejected because the boy torn off the sheets and such and made a makeshift bed on the floor.) and a small red bag on the floor. Must be the other boy’s bag, he thought.

“Yoongi, are you in here?” He asked sweetly, hoping to cheer the boy up a bit. Which worked because the boy jumped up onto Seokjin and wrapped his legs around his waist.

“Help.. This boy is loud and scary and I don’t like him..”

“Honey, I can’t tell you that we’ll be able to get you a room change because I don’t know if we’ll be able to..” He told the boy, while rubbing his back. “Well… Let’s hope you can.. Okay..?” The boy requested sweetly, climbing off Seokjin. “Of course, also here’s your dinner! Let’s eat, shall we?” Yoongi eagerly nodded, he could wait to taste Jin’s cooking.

As the time past the two boys talk about many things - ranging from favourite colour to most embarrassing moment of life-until Seokjin’s phone rang.

“Excuse me,” He said to Yoongi, taking the call outside his room.

“He-”

“Seokjin Hyung I-” The boy on the other line was unable to form a sentence without breaking down into tears- it was his baby brother: Kim Taehyung. “Taehyung, what’s wrong?”

“I- I - I accidentally killed someone..” He whispered in the phone. “Okay, Well.. You’re still in Daegu, yeah?” The boy shook his head - despite his brother not being able to see him. “No,” he answered unsurely. “I honestly don’t know where I am..” Another small sob broke from his mouth.

“Well… Stay where you are, I’ll be there as soon as I possibly can, okay?” Taehyung merely hummed into the phone before hanging up, he slid down against the familiar brick wall in tears - hating every bit of him like his father did.

********

Yoongi understood Seokjin’s predicament and let him go. The man entered an office and requested for help.

“I have a patient meeting in less than an hour, this better be fast.” He said walking out to the staff parking lot. Seokjin got in the driver’s seat plugging his phone into the car, he pin pointed his cousin’s last call to him and started the car. “Where are we even going?”

The older male didn’t answer him, just merely drove off to the location.

________

Jungkook woke up in a sweat, his heart was beating loud and hard. He had just witnessed his mother get beat to death again. He had been having the nightmare for a couple months now - ever since his family got back from the vacation home. His room door creaked open, he didn’t bother to see who it was.

“Hello.. Son.”

***

“What were you thinking?!” Seokjin asked, driving back to the institution, glaring at Taehyung through the mirror. “I wasn’t thinking! He hit my brother so I grabbed an empty beer bottle smashed it, ran in and stabbed him with it.” Taehyung’s little brother was sitting next to him.

Taehyung looked over to his baby brother.

Taehun…

“Taehyung you’re going to be rooming with someone..” The eldest trailed.

“Really?!” He was excited. Which he could see two seconds later wasn’t the time to be; so he toned it down a bit. “Oh, really? I am?”

“Yes. If there were other rooms available trust me I’d let you have your own.” Taehyung frowned. “Do you not trust me?” Seokjin shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t trust you.. It’s that the boy you’ll be rooming with - he doesn’t talk, he doesn’t do well with others and he most certainly wouldn’t like to share his room with anyone.” Taehyung nodded understandingly, quite sad that the room would always be quiet.

“So, promise me that you won’t try to strike up a conversation with him,” the boy nodded. “I promise.”

Seokjin’s phone rang and answered.

“Hello?”

The only noise you could hear on the other line was crying, hiccuping, blubbering, and sniffles.

“Oh, Kookie. I’m sorry I had to go pick up my brother.. I’m on my way back now, I promise, okay?” There was a small ‘mhm..’ on the other line which made him smile a bit. He might finally be close to hearing his favourite dongsaeng’s* voice again.

It’s been almost a year..

_________

“Bring Taehyung and Taehun to your office and have them wait outside I have to go to Jungkook.” Seokjin kissed Namjoon’s cheek subconsciously before looking into his eyes. Confusion.

Fuck.

The older ran away from the three males and into the building.

“Well, let’s go.”

~~~~~~~~

The elder held the boy’s face carefully in one hand while cleaning his cuts and scrapes carefully.

“Jungkookie.. I’m sorry to tell you this.. But you’re getting a roommate.” The boy pulled from his Hyung; tears spilling from his eyes. “I’m sorry Gguk.. But this boy.. He is also very special to me.. He’s my baby brother, he’s only two years older than you and the both of you will get along very well, I’m sure of it…” He gently took the boy’s hand and examined the bruises on his arm.

They - Well Seokjin did, the younger humming a response every now and then- talked for about an hour after Seokjin finished cleaning up the boy’s wounds.

“How much longer are you going to keep taking this from him?” Jungkook shrugged. “You don’t know?”

“Mhm..”

“Did you eat dinner?” Jungkook shook his head. “Would you like some?” He nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit, okay?”

_____

“..-And you say there’s nothing wrong with you? Mentally, physically..?” Namjoon asked.

“No, sir. Nothing. I’ve been healthy my whole life and I have never…” The blonde haired boy traveled off. “Well, Jimin.. The test results have finally come in. I haven’t looked at them yet, but would you like to?” The boy’s eyes flickered between the file in his therapist’s hands to the file on the table in front of him.

“Does it match what’s in this..?” He asked playing with file’s papers. Namjoon hummed lightly, “In a sense I guess, why?”

“I don’t know.. If it’s new information I don’t know if I’ll be able to take it. Can you look at it first please?”

“Of course.” He opened the file and flipped through it. He skimmed over things such as;

Signs of depression, possibly on the spectrum for autism, ADHD, -

“Jimin.. Do you want to continue this tomorrow? It’s getting really late and you need some rest.” Jimin sighed. “Okay..” The boy got up from his chair and placed his hand on the handle, opening it, “Thank you,” He said, closing it.

Namjoon slouched in his chair, sighing. His door opened again. “I forgot my room number..” Jimin released a nervous laugh as he played with his hands. “Room ten ninty five.” Jimin thanked him and left yet again.

His door opened again “Jimin what else-” He looked up. “Jin…”

“We need to talk.”