Taehyung walked to the door and fiddled with the knob not being able to fully grasp it in his hand. He heard shuffling on the other side of the door and stepped back.

A tall, buff, angry man emerged glaring down at the little boy.

“Why are you here?” He spat. “K-Kim Seokjin Hyung.. H-he told me th-that t-there’s n-no o-other ro-room so I have t-to share with J-Jungkook.” The man nodded, holding up one finger to the boy then returned into the room, closing the door behind him. Taehyung released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

The man shoved Jungkook onto the floor and crouched in front of him, gripping his chin, turning his head up to meet eye-to-eye.

“If you even think about telling that boy about the operation we run here, I will not hesitate to kill him. Got it?” The little boy nodded. The man harshly released Jungkook’s chin before turning on his heel, exiting the room. The young boy pushed the ajared door open and saw the boy lying on the floor. He immediately rushed over and cupped the younger’s face in his hands.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” To Jungkook the older had deeper yet melodic voice compared to his high pitched one. The younger brought his small hands up to his face, placing them over Taehyung’s and opening his eyes.

His eyes were met with a pair of honey brown ones. To him, the shade of the boy’s eyes were absolutely beautiful. He stared continuously into them slowly sliding his hands over the older’s and placing them in his lap. His eyes began to weld up with tears. Taehyung watched silently, removing his hands from Jungkook’s face and scooting closer; moving to place his arms around his neck Jungkook beat him by jumping into his lap and sobbing into his shirt. Jungkook noted he smells faintly of his Seokjin Hyung.

Taehyung massaged Jungkook’s hair with one hand and rubbed little circles his back with the other. He laid his head lightly on the other’s shoulder- not putting all his weight on it.

“Was that your father?” He whispered into the younger’s ear. Jungkook shook his head against the older’s chest. “It’s not..?”

Jungkook mumbled incoherently against Taehyung’s shirt pushing away from him, standing and climbing up on his bed. He pulled out a small grey notebook from underneath his pillow. He opened it up to a clean page, picking a pen up off his nightstand he began to write.

Taehyung - vaguely knowing the situation sat on the bed in front of the younger and waited for him to be done. Jungkook handed the book over to Taehyung. Gently taking the book from his grasp he read the words on the page:

He is not my father just a mere imitation he is not the same man and he never will be

Taehyung couldn’t help but read and reread the younger’s words over and over running his fingers over the page. He was also quite sad for the boy. His father was a total jerk and not really there for Jungkook.

“I’m sorry,” He said closing the book. “I shouldn’t have asked.” He placed the book off to the side, moving closer to Jungkook and engulfing him a hug.

Jungkook sat still, not knowing exactly how to respond. Despite having hugged the older before. Taehyung giggled softly pulling away from Jungkook and cupping his face. “This is the part where you hug back.” Jungkook felt a smile start to creep on his face. He buried his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck.

Thank you, Hyungie.. Thank you for bringing him to me..