Pairing: Hints of underage, one-sided Taekook. Rating: R Parts 1&2 can be found in my Young Forever or Fanfiction collection! I hope you guys like it. This will focus of Taehyung growing up with Jungkook and Yoongi. Next part will focus on Namjoon and Seokjin and a little bit of Yoongi. Leave comments or let me know if you wanna be tagged?
At five years old Kim Taehyung had met Jungkook in the daycare center they both attended. The small boy had had a hard time making friends till this point, simply because his mind went too fast for his mouth to keep up so he talked a mile a minute about anything and everything that came across his thoughts. He had no filter and the other kids quickly got tired of his rambling. One day though, when Taehyung was running in circles around the room with a toy spaceship in hands, shouting out commands to his other toys, Jeon Jungkook, a small boy who was missing his two front teeth stepped in front of him, cutting off his path. Skidding to a halt, Taehyung stared directly at the boy's face. "Why are you on their team?" The chubby cheeked boy asked bluntly and Taehyung didn't understand. "Pardon?" Taehyung tilted his head, unable to remember what teams the other was talking about. "When you play with the rockets, you are always on the aliens team. Humans are supposed to fight the aliens!" Jungkook looked at him blankly and spoke as if it were common sense. "Why?" Taehyung once again started playing with his rocket, making all types of sound effects as he 'blasted through space'. "Because aliens are the bad guys!" Taehyung looked at the younger boy with a small pout. "No they aren't." "Yes they are!" "Nuh uh!" "Yes huh!" Before anyone could stop them they'd begun yelling at each other, refusing to back down. "Aliens are gonna come here and eat us!" "No they wouldn't! They don't want to eat you!" "Well.. My mom says aliens aren't real anyway!" "Well your mom is a big meanie! Aliens are real and they won't hurt us!" "Don't you call my mom a meanie!" After ten minutes of watching them go back and forth, the teacher stepped in, silencing the boys and bringing them to time out. With their backs against the walls they sat quietly beside a few grumbles aimed at each other. It wasn't until Jiho, a tiny eyed and fat cheeked boy started teasing Taehyung. Jiho and Taeil taunted the smaller boy often but it didn't hurt any less each time. "Well go on then Tae, call your aliens to come get you out of time out." "Shut up." The small brunette looked down at his hands. "Make me, freak." Taehyung paled slightly, the name they'd called him often made small tears build in his eyes. "Taehyung's a freak~ Taehyung's a freak~" the two older kids chanted the taunt, poking at the boy's hair and cheeks. They continued until the boy with light brown hair clenched his fists, practically growling at them and showing his missing front teeth. "Shut up." Jiho laughed in Jungkook's face, he was the smallest out of all 4 boys and known for being a goody-two-shoes. "What was that, pipsqueak?" Taeil laughed and hi-fived his friend. "I said, shut the fuck up." Jungkook had stood up now, a whole 10 inches shorter than Jiho but that didn't make him back down. Jiho rolled his eyes, pushing Jungkook back a little. "What? When your imaginary friends and aliens can't save you, a four year old has to? Pathet-" Jiho didn't finish his sentence because Jungkook's fist connected into his jaw with a loud crack. "I'm five, you butt head." Jungkook growled out after hitting the boy and Taehyung watched him in shock, his mouth hung wide open. No one had ever stood up for him before. When Jiho dropped to the floor, wailing loudly for his mother, Taeil ran to the teacher to tattle on the two boys in time out. Three hours later they sat in the office, waiting for their parents to pick them both up. Things were only a little awkward till Jungkook spoke up, "You're not a freak, y'know." Taehyung lifted his head and eyed the younger boy with a hint of admiration and confusion in his eyes. "They called you a freak but you're not. My cousin Yoongi told me about how lots of people believe in different stuff like.. Mom said if I'm good when I die I'll meet god but if I'm bad I'll do to hell. Yoongi says that's bullshit but if it makes people happy then they can believe it. So if you believe in aliens then it's not wrong it's just you. And people who are mean to you for it are.. Biggies." A small smile had formed on Taehyung's face and he nodded along to the boy's words. "Yoongi sounds smart.. But what are biggies?" Jungkook shrugged his shoulders lightly, grinning widely. "I don't think I said the word right but sometimes Yoongi calls 'em assholes." Both children broke out into laughter and it didn't stop until their parents arrived, separating them for the night. They made a promise that day before they left though, a promise that no matter what, they would stay best friends after that. Taehyung promised to bring in his books about space and show the boy and in exchange, Jungkook promised he'd bring Tae to his cousin Yoongi's house and let Yoongi tell them all kinds of big kid secrets. They went everywhere together from the moment they woke up till the moment they went to bed for years so when Yoongi's birthday was coming up, it only made since that they went together. They'd worn their matching leather jackets, a gift they received from Yoongi earlier that year when they'd begged and begged to try his on. They both admired and looked up to him, because he had such a.. Cool kid attitude, like something out of a movie except he was real and he taught them all the cool big kid things, making them the coolest kid in their grade. When they knocked on the now teenage boy's door, Yoongi didn't welcome them inside like normal, only peeking his head out and they could hear other teens yelling and cheering inside the room. "Later." He promised them, flashing the small smile he had reserved just for them two. "Later tonight we'll play, okay? We're doing big kid stuff right now." They were a bit dejected as they walked back to the living room full of family members talking about boring adult stuff, but it was his birthday so the younger boys couldn't really complain. After cake and presents Yoongi and his friends went back upstairs and his little cousins waited patiently on the couch, waiting their turn. When it got dark, they watched his friends leave as parents came to pick them up and their excitement grew. Just when they were ready to race upstairs to see if it was their turn to play, Jungkook's mother told them to grab their things, it was late and time to go home. Both boys started whining, begging to stay, and Jungkook gave Taehyung a look, the one that meant they'd cry if they had to and Mrs. Min suggested they ask Yoongi if they could spend the night, then they'd have all night and tomorrow to play. That's how they found themselves in Yoongi's room, mouths opened in shock as they watched the scene in front of them. They'd seen this kinda thing in movies before their parents pressed fast forward but that was always a boy and girl and right now it seemed to be in slow motion. Yoongi looked so tiny on Jackson's lap, his pale arms slung around the tan teen's shoulders and Taehyung wasn't sure if it was because Jackson's hand really just touched Yoongi's butt or if it was because they seemed to be licking each other's mouths but he couldn't hold in the small shriek that passed his lips until it was too late. Jungkook gasped and Yoongi snapped his head in their direction, his face flush and he was panting softly while Jackson just looked shocked. They untangled quickly, Yoongi nearly falling as he pushed himself off of his friend and ran towards the door, closing it quickly. Taehyung looked nervous, sharing a quick glance with the Chinese man on the bed and they both looked away uncomfortable but Jungkook had no qualms in staring directly at Jackson, watching the way he bit his lip, avoiding the situation by tugging on his sneakers and gathering his belongings. When Yoongi had grabbed them by their collars and lifted them up, Taehyung wanted to shrink back into the wall. He'd only ever seen Yoongi do this once before, when a group of boys had made fun of Jungkook and Tae, their older cousin grabbed one of the boys by his underwear and threatened to hang him from a flag pole if they ever even looked in the younger boy's direction again. They took the teens words seriously and the duo didn't have to worry about anymore bullies. But now with Yoongi's frightening gaze set on them, Taehyung was a little worried he was gonna piss himself and he wasn't sure how Jungkook was so calm. After promising not to tell anyone what they'd seen, Yoongi told them to go down and get some extra blankets so they could spend the night while he said bye to Jackson and Taehyung jumped at the chance to leave the room, while his friend kept looking back. "What is it?" He asked while Jungkook was deep in thought. "Do you think they kissed again?" The boy's voice was quiet, almost a scandalous whisper. "What?" Taehyung looked at him, confused. "After we left, do you think they kissed again?" He repeated softly and Taehyung tried to hide the look he gave his friend. "Why do you care? Hyung said its big kid stuff he'd teach us later." "Just wondering.." Jungkook mumbled, grabbing a pillow and blanket as they headed back upstairs. That wasn't the last time they'd seen Yoongi doing 'big kid things'. And while Taehyung tried avoiding the situations, it seemed as if Jungkook wanted to stumble upon those things. Taehyung, loyal as ever, never mentioned anything about thinking it was a little weird. He just watched quietly as Jungkook pressed his ear against Yoongi's bedroom door, listening to all the small noises that escaped their cousin and the girl he'd brought over that week. He remembered sitting in Yoongi's room one night with Jungkook, playing on his laptop while the older boy was showering. Curious as always, Jungkook began opening folders and links and clicking on bookmarks and soon enough the screen was covered in naked bodies doing /very/ adult things and loud moans poured through their headphones. He wasn't sure how to explain to Jungkook that seeing those things just made his stomach churn, and it kinda grossed him out. Jungkook on the other hand loved watching these kinds of things and made it a habit to remember the websites on Yoongi's laptop for later. He didn't want to speak up because if Yoongi AND Jungkook liked watching these kinda things then him hating it must make him weird so he didn't say anything. Taehyung grew up hiding the fact that kissing and sex were things that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with. Asexual was the term he found for it later when he was 16, when Yoongi had found out and told him that it was okay and that he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to do. But before coming to terms with the fact that he was different he'd pretended to like anything that Jungkook liked, because to him, Jungkook was the most normal person he'd ever met. Taehyung wanted to be like Jungkook. He wanted Jungkook to like him but most importantly he didn't want the younger to feel like he was the weird one. So when they were 14 years old, sitting in Taehyung's basement bedroom listening to music from the record player he'd found that weekend, he didn't protest when Jungkook snuggled closer to him. He didn't say anything when soft pink lips brushed against his. He didn't pull away when small fingers carded through his hair. Instead he held Jungkook's small hips and gave in to everything his friend initiated that night. They did this every few nights, never going farther than heavy make out sessions and the sporadic hickies Taehyung left on the younger's neck and chest. It wasn't until they were 15 and Jungkook was ready for something more that Taehyung realized he couldn't do it. As hard as he tried to force himself to want it and as much as he loved his Kookie he just couldn't. The thought of someone, even Kookie touching him /there/ made him feel nauseous. He hated himself that night as his best friend cried into his shoulder, begging to know why he wasn't good enough for Tae to sleep with him. He tried his hardest to explain that he didn't not like Jungkook and that it wasn't anything personal he just didn't have any sexual feelings at all towards anybody. They talked a lot that night about feelings and sexuality. Surprisingly that night made the boys even closer as Taehyung no longer had to hide the fact he didn't like sex and Jungkook was a little more open about the fact that he was gay and kinda sorta in love with Taehyung. They had a comfortable medium where Taehyung gave Jungkook small kisses and held him through the night with the occasional hand job when Jungkook was really really too needy and the younger boy never pushed farther and always asked for permission before touching his best friend. They'd agreed on a few things, 1. They were just friends, 2. They wouldn't let weird feelings interrupt their friendship and 3. No one was allowed to know the things they did together. Taehyung was more than happy with their relationship until a few weeks before summer break when Jungkook didn't show up at school. This wouldn't worry him too much except for the fact he'd also ignored Taehyung's phone call during first period, asking where he was. Jungkook had never ignored Taehyung before and it was killing him. Everyday he saw Jungkook after that made him feel sick because the younger refused to look at him or even acknowledge him and people took notice of the usually inseparable pair's spat. Every attempt Taehyung made to contact the younger was ignored, everytime he reached out it was met with a cold, "Don't touch me." as his hand was slapped away. When Taehyung cornered Jungkook after school behind the library, he begged to know what he'd done wrong but the younger simply mumbled something about having homework to do and tried storming past him. Taehyung had grabbed his friend and yanked him into a tight hug, refusing to let go. He assumed that Jungkook was upset over the sex thing again, that maybe he was still feeling a bit rejected by Taehyung so he was trying to push him away. And despite all things sexual being extremely off putting for him, Taehyung couldn't stand the thought of losing his first friend, his best friend over something like this. If just friendship wasn't enough for him then Taehyung felt he had no choice but to give in. Tears formed in his eyes as Jungkook struggled to pull away from him and he simply gripped the boy tighter. "I-I'm sorry Kookie! I'm sorry I don't give you enough and I'm sorry I've been so stupid.. I'll sleep with you, for really this time and I won't ac-" he was crying softly into Jungkook's shoulder when the younger stopped him, his voice cracking. "Tae.. Stop." "N-no! I can't live without you.. You're my best friend and if you want this then I do too." Taehyung chewed on his lip, terrified of what Jungkook may say. "Stop Tae, it isn't about that.. You do more than enough for me already. Your hugs and kisses mean the world to me and I know how hard you try to make me happy." Jungkook had tears building in his eyes but Taehyung was too busy hiding his face in the younger boy's shoulder to see them. "Then why are you ignoring me? I miss you.." "My parents know.." Jungkook's voice was just a whisper but Taehyung heard it loud and clear, taking a step back to look at the boy's face. "What do you mean they know?" Jungkook cried softly and Taehyung tried comforting him as he listened to the younger explain how he'd been caught by his parents while masterbaiting and if they weren't bad enough he'd been moaning Taehyung's name. They told him he wasn't allowed to see Taehyung anymore, and they forced him to sit through lectures and watch videos and go to a therapist that all repeated the fact he would go to hell for the feelings he couldn't control, that he was an abomination that needed to be fixed. They told him he wasn't to talk to Taehyung until he was straight again. They called his friend the devil for tempting him in such a way. Jungkook was too afraid of his parents to go against their word but here and now wrapped in Taehyung's arms, he just couldn't keep himself away. They met secretly a few times but things got worse for Jungkook at home. He'd been pretending to be straight, agreeing to anything his parents told him without fail. But he couldn't stop himself from dreaming about his best friend that had stolen his heart. One night, when his father had come to check on him in the middle of the night, he'd heard Jungkook mumbling in his sleep, confessing he still loves Taehyung. Something in his father had snapped and he woke his son by dragging him from the bed by a fistful of hair. Jungkook cried out in pain as he was dragged down the hallway, only to be dropped down the stairs right after. He doesn't recall much of that night or the nights after because after a certain number of hits Jungkook always blacked out, his dream version of Taehyung coddling him in his unconscious state. Taehyung watched silently as his friend became a shell of who he once was. He didn't have the courage to stand up against Jungkook's parents and the younger didn't want him to anyway. Mr and Mrs Jeon referred to Taehyung as a devil. And if they were willing to beat the hell out of their angel son, there was no telling what they'd do to Tae. After nearly a month of Jungkook dealing with the abuse, he couldn't take it anymore. He filled his school bag with clothes and a small stash of money before sneaking out and heading o the only other place he could think to go. That's how he ended up at Tae's house in the middle of the night trying to think of a game plan. He couldn't stay at Tae's, it was the first place they'd check. Taehyung suggested Yoongi's house but they hadn't spoken in years, there was no way he'd let him just move in out of the blue. But in the end Taehyung was right and Yoongi accepted him with open arms. Things got better once Jungkook was stable and living with his cousin, things went back to normal. Their relationship was still at a small kisses and light touches phase and they were very happy with that. In high school they'd met Jimin. Jimin was a little bit.. Extra, but they didn't mind. The three of them often played pranks on people and went to wild parties together before crashing at Yoongi's house late in the night. They never really asked Jimin about his family life because they didn't really want him to ask about Jungkook's so they kept their topics in the present and future like what parties they planned on going to next week or ideas of places they wanted to travel to together one day. They all got along great, though it was a bit obvious that Jimin was pretty much head over heels for Jungkook. The two of them had hooked up once or twice when they'd gotten drunk together and it was fun for Jungkook but his heart still rested with Taehyung. But the day that Taehyung had dropped Jimin off at his house after school made him feel a little uneasy. He'd noticed the girl in the window, her eyes watching the boys with wonder but also a slight bit of fear. As soon as their gazes connect she'd disappeared, almost making Taehyung think he'd imagined her. When Jimin brushed it off as if having a sick little sister didn't mean anything, Taehyung frowned slightly. What kind of illness did she have? Why didn't she go to school? Why does she look so scared? Taehyung voiced his questions but Jimin shot them down quickly. When he left, Taehyung felt an uneasiness eating at his stomach the whole ride home. Jimin never brought her up again. Almost a week later, Taehyung had offered to pick Jimin up for school and he'd arrived almost an hour earlier than he'd told Jimin on purpose. When he rang the door bell there was no answer and he waited a few moments before ringing it again. On the third try, the door opened just enough for a girl to peek out. "Yes?" Her voice was quiet and sounded like he was in pain. "Hi, I'm Taehyung.. I'm a friend of Jimin's." He saw the girl's face blanch as she recognized him, a fear settling in her eyes. "J-Jimin is sl-sleeping." She attempted to close the door but the older boy stopped it with his foot. "I know, I wanted to come meet you." Her eyes widened as her face clearly displayed her shock, "M-me? Why me?" "You're Jimin's little sister, yeah? I saw you the other day and I'm always up to have a new friend." She was torn, should she close the door and stay away from Taehyung? Should she talk to him till Jimin woke up? Each scenario seemed like it would end the same, Jimin giving her a her a harsh glare for 'acting weird' and running off with his friend. And when he came home again he'd try to apologize because he didn't mean to yell at her, he didn't mean to make her fear his anger but he just couldn't help it. He didn't want to be associated with all the bad things in his mother's home. Taehyung patiently watched her inner struggle, a small smile on his face as he gently reached out his hand. "Come on, we can sit on the porch has for a little while." A few moments passed before she timidly took his hand and his smile blew up to a bright mega-watt grin. He brought her over to the bench and motioned for her to sit while he perched himself on the railing that wrapped around the porch. She looked nervous, her arms hugging her knees to her chest as she stared at anything but Taehyung. "What's your name?" He kept his voice gentle, because she looked like any loud noise might make her run for the hills. "Ji..Jinri." He wanted her shyly tuck her hair behind her ear. "It's nice to meet you, Jinri. Say, you ever seen those big pink birds that kinda-?" He stood, trying to do a poor imitation of a bird. She watched him with big eyes, a little frightened. "I.. Uh.. A flamingo?" "Hell yeah, one of those." He grinned, pleased that his impression was good enough for her to recognize. "Only on tv.. Why?" She tilted her head but Taehyung only shrugged, flashing his bright smile. "Dunno, I was just asking." This went on for a few weeks, every morning Taehyung got up extra early to get to Jimin's house and spend a little time with Jinri. When she'd asked why he bothered to do such a thing, Tae simply told her that she looked like she needed a friend and Taehyung was the best at being a friend. They got closer but the topics of their conversations never got too deep. Taehyung never mentioned the new bruises Jinri had and she never brought them up either so they easily ignored the topic. The most important night of their lives came almost two months after the start of their friendship, with Jimin and Jungkook still clueless as to the fact Taehyung had found in new best friend in the form of an anxious and sad teenage girl. He'd just left Kim Jongin's house where the house party of the century was going down, Jimin was dancing on tables half naked and he was pretty sure he'd seen Jungkook swinging from the chandelier with the prettiest boy in their grade, Byun Baekhyun. He'd been having a blast until a small pinch of guilt started eating at his insides. He and the boys went out and had fun every night of the week, but more and more did Taehyung find himself worrying about the small girl who sat alone in Jimin's house, her only contact to the outside world being Tae himself. So when a slightly tipsy Taehyung slipped out of the party unnoticed, he wasn't surprised that his first reaction would be to go to Jimin's place. Sure it was late but Jinri always had dark bags under her eyes so the girl must never sleep. When he arrived at the house, he noticed a few lights on inside, against his better judgment he walked right up to the front door and knocked. He heard yelling but before he could process it, the door opened and revealed his tiny friend. "T-Taehyung! What are you doing here?" He smiled,doing something he'd never done before but always thought about, he reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. She stiffened, a little too frightened to move. "Tae-oppa.. Go home." He pouted slightly at her words. "No.. I missed you. I want to stay and talk to you." This time she gently pried Taehyung's arms off of her. "Not at night, only in the mornings. I-I have to go!" The screaming upstairs had gotten louder and she looked visibly more shaken with each second and it worked to sober Taehyung up quickly. "Okay.. I'll be back in the morning though." She smiled, slightly relived as he backed away from the porch. Mumbling a soft thank you and goodnight, she closed and locked the door. Taehyung sat down on the last step as he contemplated what to do next. If he went back to the party he'd witness all of JiKook's wild adventures but he'd also probably have a bad hangover and miss his meeting with Jinri in the morning, but if he went home he'd be bored and unable to sl-- His thoughts were cut short as he heard what sounded like glass breaking inside the home. Despite her telling him to go home, he just had to check to make sure she wasn't hurt. He peered into the living room through the window, his eyes scanned the room. Taehyung didn't see the broken glass bottles on the floor but what he did see was Jinri, slumped against the wall as a man nearly twice her size punched her hard in the face. Taehyung's stomach churned and he felt like vomiting as he saw the girl lying there, taking hit after hit. A wave of emotions crashed into him as he thought about how he'd done nothing when Jungkook's parents beat him, he thought about how Jimin ignored Jinri's existence and he was out having a blast while she was at home with this. In just moments, Taehyung swore he felt 80 different emotions at once, and maybe it was the six shots of vodka he'd had an hour ago or maybe it was pure adrenaline but something in Taehyung forced him to act. Storming up to the old battered door, he simply opened it as Jinri never bothered to lock it after she thought he left, when he stepped inside he felt the bile in his throat rise. The house was like something in a movie, dingy and covered in empty beer bottles, with cigarette butts littering the floor. He didn't acknowledge the woman sprawled on the couch but he took notice of the belt wrapped around her arm, needle sticking right into her pale flesh. Something Taehyung didn't know he had in him snapped as he moved toward the man who'd cornered Jinri and yanked him back by his shirt. He looked wild and feral, smelling like pure booze as he turned to face Taehyung, a wild expression on his face. The teen nearly pulled back in fear but when he heard Jinri's soft whimper, he broke. All of the pain he'd watched Jungkook suffer through, all of the bruises he noticed on Jinri, the way both of his younger friends had this look in their eyes that screamed they were broken and needed help, all of this built up inside of him for so long and suddenly he let it all out onto the man in front of him. He wasn't himself as he punched and kicked the man, he didn't feel the pain as he was slammed into a wall and kneed in his gut repeatedly. He didn't have control over his actions as Jinri yelled out to him, he didn't stop himself when he took the broken bottle without thinking and stabbed the man repeatedly. He wasn't intentionally trying to do serious damage as the man fell to the ground but Taehyung went down to, screaming and sobbing as he let out every negative feeling in his whole body on the man in front of him, or maybe he was. Maybe he knew full well what he was doing and had went in with the plan of killing Jinri's father, she couldn't be sure but she wasn't entirely keen on asking. It was Jinri's soft touch on his shoulder that snapped him out of his rage, he turned to look at her, covered in blood and crying profusely and what he expected was for her to be afraid of him, to run away and hide, but sweet little Jinri was the opposite. She wrapped her arms around Taehyung and pulled him into a tight hug. The blood stained their clothes as they rested their head on each other's shoulders and cried, shaking as they sobbed and held each other. They sat like this for hours, not pulling away until the blood had dried on their shirts and sunlight peeked through the windows. Taehyung was the first to lift his head, the reality of what he'd done slowly settling in. "J-Jin.. We have to go, now." She looked up at him with her big doe eyes, chewing on her lower lip as he nodded. She brought him upstairs and they changed into clean clothes, Taehyung borrowing something of Jimin's before she gathered a few small important things and shoved them into a bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She tried hard to hold in her tears as they got ready, Taehyung's gentle hand that rubbed her back or sometimes pet her hair helped calm her considerably, but both teens were thoroughly shaken. It wasn't until they were in his pick up truck, Taehyung had one hand on the steering wheel while his other arm was wrapped securely around Jinri as she sobbed into his chest. She was relieved, that she'd never have to live in such fear again but she was also extremely scared, scared they would find Taehyung and send him off to jail or something. Jinri had only known him for a few months but like without Taehyung didn't seem much like living at all. As she cried, Taehyung whispered softly to her, promising they'd be okay and that he'd protect her now. Soon Taehyung realized just how hard this would be. He couldn't go home, no not when he'd just killed a man and technically kidnapped a teenage girl. So the only person he thought to go to was Yoongi. That's how for the second time, Taehyung showed up at Yoongi's house before daylight, a tiny abused teenager in tow. When Yoongi invited them inside he immediately paled as he saw her, she was ten times worse than Jungkook was when he first showed up years ago. She was so thin and flinched at nearly every sound in the room. She curled up inside her shirt as if she were a turtle when Yoongi sat beside her with a glass of water, he would have laughed at how cute it was if she hadn't looked so terrified of him. He listened as Taehyung told him everything that'd happened that night and the nights leading up to it, and Yoongi was for once, at a loss for words. They talked for hours about what they could possibly do, all scenarios from turning himself in to running away to Canada but none of them seemed too good to the teens. Slowly the events of the past years caught up to her and she fell asleep, for the first time since leaving grandma's house she slept soundly without nightmares or waking up to the sounds of screaming. She slowly curled up into Yoongi's side as she slept, drawn to his warmth and the soothing rhythm of his chest rising and falling. When he looked down at her, a small smile etched onto his normally mean looking face. She reminded him of a timid cat, all scared and shy until she's gotten used to him and snuggled up to him in her sleep. Taehyung watched her with his own soft smile, chewing on his lower lip as he weighed his options. After debating and talking everything through, they'd come up with a plan. Jimin and Jinri would stay here, in Yoongi's apartment because there was no way to tie the older teen to either of them so no one would come to him looking for them. Taehyung however would be staying at Namjoon's place, one of Yoongi's friends. They'd called him and talked about everything that'd happened with Namjoon who reluctantly agreed to housing the boy as long as if the police came, Namjoon would get to play dumb as if he didn't know the boy had killed anyone. Once everyone agreed to the plan, Yoongi texted Jungkook and Jimin, asking them to meet at his house ASAP. While Namjoon made his way down to Daegu from Ulsan, Taehyung took his car back to his parents house and left it there, not wanting anyone to notice it in the future if he kept it. It was a bit awkward when Namjoon pulled up to his house and they rode silently back to Yoongi's place, not quite sure of what to say to each other. They all sat awkwardly in the living room of Yoongi's apartment, expect Jinri who had curled up almost entirely on Yoongi's lap and was snoring away softly. Both the pink haired man and Taehyung agreed that while she was asleep, she was adorable and soft, she didn't look so frightened and sick. It wasn't until nearly noon that Jimin and Jungkook made their way into the apartment, hung over and grouchy. Normally they'd greet Jungkook's cousin before heading off to bed to sleep away their headaches but this time, when Jimin saw the girl wrapped up on Yoongi, he did a double take. "Hyung.. What is she doing here?" He demanded softly, blinking fast as if she'd go away if he looked hard enough. Jungkook looked around the full living room in confusion. "Who's that?" "Her name is Jinri.." Taehyung answered softly, his gaze never leaving the poor girl's face. "Kook, Min, sit down. We have something serious to talk about." Taehyung and Yoongi went on to explain everything that'd happened, from the time Tae first met Jinri all the way up until an hour ago when Namjoon came around. Jungkook surprisingly felt a bit of pride at what Taehyung had done, rescuing a girl from her abusers like he'd wished for in the last months with his parents but Jimin felt a crazy mix of emotions. He felt anger and sadness at the fact he had ignored his sister's abuse so much that Tae was the one to save her and not him, but also relief and a small amount of happiness that Jinri would finally be able to open up again and fill that shell of a person she'd become. His head rushed with all of the new information and mixed with all of the side affects of his binge drinking, he emptied his stomach right onto Yoongi's floor. The older man made the three teenage boys clean up the mess, mumbling about how he didn't want to wake the girl on his lap who looked like she needed so catch up on a decade of sleep. That's how Taehyung found himself sleeping on the guest bed in a large family home in Ulsan, his only housemates were Namjoon, a depressed poet that would spend hours telling Tae about all kinds of philosophy and theories of the universe, and Seokjin, a lonely older guy that reminded Tae of his mother as they worked together in the kitchen, cooking large meals they'd send over to Yoongi's house because he was an awful cook and Seokjin was always worried the three teens in his care would starve under his watch. He found himself considering this place his new home and he felt quite comfortable there. He sometimes forgot that he was technically on the run from the police. He didn't feel like a fugitive or like he was only in hiding, he simply felt at peace with his new found family.