"Great. You are now my favorite child." Yoongi told the young girl, who beamed with his praise. He turned blankly to the rest of the children. "To everybody else - get back to work."
When a prideful Min Yoongi and his fearful cousin, Jungkook, are...
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Yoongi's mind reeled the following night as he was preparing for bed. The possibilities for him and his cousin's new life on the street...or in the grave, if his father found them, was all he could think about. He roughly pulled his pyjama shirt over his head and sighed loudly, hoping something would change their inevitably bad fate.
"Hyung, my toothpaste tastes funny."
Yoongi turned to see his cousin, who stood at his bedroom door with his toothbrush hanging from his hand like a dirty diaper. Jungkook smacked his lips together loudly, tasting the strong flavour upon them before giving Yoongi an unsure look.
"It's not your toothpaste, Jungkook. It's the rust in the water." Yoongi turned back to his bed and pulled the sheet back.
Jungkook's nose scrunched up for a moment. He gave the toothbrush a disgusted look, as if it was the cause of the issue, before his arm dropped to his side.
"That man today said we have rats..." He paused, almost fearful, "Do we really have rats?" His eyes widened to the size of saucers as his mind darted to each and every conclusion.
He voiced one, "Are they under my bed?"
Yoongi shot him a glare. Just that word had become a trigger.
"No. We don't have any fucking rats, Jungkook." He hissed, plopping himself down into bed, "I told them there was rust in the water, and now because those numbskulls didn't understand me, we're going to be kicked out!"
Jungkook stood quiet for several moments as Yoongi's outburst settled around him.
"What about snakes?"
A groan. "Go to bed, Jungkook."
Yoongi pulled the sheets up to his chin and waited for the light to turn off and Jungkook's rather heavy feet to stomp back into his bedroom.
"Hyung, how come that man's hair got stuck in the vacuum?"
"Jungkook..."
"Can that happen to my hair? Will I be bald-?"
Yoongi decided at this point, it was best if he ignored the boy, and so he said nothing, allowing a peace to settle around the room, void of the man's consistent questioning. The coast was clear for several moments. Yoongi even got a false sense of security, thinking the lack of attention would soon send the younger man away.
"Are you asleep, Hyung?"
"GO TO BED."
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Upon arriving at the daycare in the morning, Jungkook made his usual beeline to the back of Yoongi's seat and huddled into his spot for the day on the floor. Soon the ground around him would be wet with his tears.
