Erroneous [Vminkook]

Bambi (Wookook Bonus)

There's only a fragment of memories that fifteen year old Jungkook remembers about what happened in the past week:

Beatings.

Interrogations.

Drug overdoses.

Seeing a body be horrifically mutilated before his eyes.

All leading to this moment here right now, where he lays on a ragged old mattress, abruptly awake with the familiar vile acid rushing up his throat to splatter all over the floor. His small body ached and shivered as he pukes out the bits of food he was given access to since the day he stepped in here. By now his vision is zoning in and out of consciousness, rubbing his clamped hand over his chapped lips the minute he was done puking, laying back down against the mattress with eyes fluttering to the way the world whirls around his vision.

They have told him, at any moment in time he's able to drop this, all he has to do is give in like a coward.

Truth is, they don't know about the fucked up shit he's been through in life. The beatings and harsh words is baby talk for him. What they're doing is playground games compared to what he's seen and experienced.If anything, Jungkook is more than mentally prepared for anything by this point.

The only reason he wanted to join Oasis was to get physically and mentally tougher. He didn't want to be picked on and for him to only result getting beaten up. So that's why he packed up the shit he had from the orphanage and ran away, not knowing to where but all he knew was that he couldn't be there anymore.

He spent weeks alone, roaming the streets, stealing and running from the cops. This random bench in the park became his bed, where he would always watch the runners or bikers in the dark night as they run to their freedom. One night he had to sleep in a box of an alleyway because this couple were sitting on his bench. They didn't seem exactly too happy and Jungkook was too tired to wait so he went to go find somewhere else to stay.

After the first week he lost count how long he's been living like this, this same routine over and over again.

However one night changed his life.

He was in the midst of getting comfortable on the same bench when he notices a sudden blonde boy approach him, probably a year older than Jungkook with a stone cold face and hands digging his pockets.

For a moment Jungkook shrinks back to his bench, away from the boy, but the blond only stands in front of him without touching him, "Are you hungry?

Jungkook didn't respond, only stares at him with cautious eyes. The other boy only reaches into his pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a neatly covered item.

He hands it out to Jungkook, "Here, take it."

Oh Jungkook knew better than to take anything from strangers by this point in time. His eyes glares at the what he assumes to be a cheeseburger, avoiding the growl of his stomach begging for food and he shakes his head.

"I'm good."

The boy didn't nudge, still with his stare that slowly softens, "I've seen you here every night and I know how much you whine to yourself for food, so please take it."

Small Jungkook was stubborn, too stubborn, but his stomach by now was twisting by how hungry he is. So with shakily hands he takes the food and unwraps it, revealing the cheeseburger.

Well, if he dies, he dies. Not much to do about it now.

He never knew how much he missed food until he took his first bite. A small whine escapes his lips, filling his eyes with a small sparks of joy that he hasn't felt in such a long time. The blonde boy smiles softly at him and takes a seat beside him.