The van is silent on the drive back to the house that Yoongi and I had moved into yesterday, but I don't miss the way everyone is watching out of the windows in cautious observation. I don't miss the glances I get when I don't head in the direction of BigHit's dormitory either, but I refrain from saying anything, knowing it's not going to do any good. They're highly skeptical of me, have been all morning - not that I blame them, and they've each had the chance to say their peace on the matter as well.
It's only once I'm pulling into the driveway of the house that they all start looking between each other, confusion and worry oozing out of them as they start looking at me with even more distrust. It has me letting out a small sigh, not bothering to say anything as I simply get out of the van and head towards the door. I hear them pile out of the vehicle nonetheless, quiet grumblings tumbling out all the while, and I nod to myself in satisfaction that they're following along anyways.
When I get the lot of them inside, I'm not surprised to find Yoongi curled up on the far corner of one of the couches in the living room, his head snapping in our direction with wide eyes when he hears the door open. I merely stand off to the side, watching as he sits upright with his gaze locked on the six boys shuffling in behind myself.
"Well at least she wasn't lying about Yoongi being here." Namjoon mutters, tone rather bitter. He doesn't seem thrilled to see the elder though, something that I'd been wondering about. None of the boys seem all that interested or excited to see Yoongi, and I can tell he sees it too, something that has his whole aura saddening as he sits and watches each of them carefully.
"Oh look, the asshole who's better than everyone else and couldn't be damned to even act like he cares about a single damn one of us." Taehyung pipes up when he spies the elder, his words bringing tears to Yoongi's eyes and has the elder's lips parting in surprise and hurt.
"And that's what we're not going to do upon arrival. Let's all take a seat on the couches, and we're going to have ourselves a nice little discussion about how things are going to work going forward as of today." I say in a fake cheery tone, clapping my hands to get everyone's attention.
"Who the fuck even are you and why in the hell should we listen to you?" Hoseok questions bitterly as he files into the house last. I merely force a smile as I shut the door behind him, feeling my cheeks burn from the amount of smiles I've had to remember how to create in the last twenty four hours at this point.
"That's a great question, Hoseok. Let's all take a seat, and we can add that to the agenda of items to discuss today." I respond brightly, trying hard not to cringe at how happy my tone is. I can't remember the last time I've ever even genuinely used a tone remotely close to this, let alone ever faking it. It's just no longer part of my personality and it's nearly an out of body experience to hear it coming from myself right now.
My response has all of the boys grumbling and making bitter remarks, but I don't bother to say anything since none of it is directed at putting Yoongi down. I just stay in my place, watching as the six boys head towards to the living room, making a point to not sit with Yoongi on the couch closest to the door. The sight makes me frown and I see the way Yoongi's heart breaks even further at this matter, and the tension in my muscles has me reminding myself that this isn't the time nor place to let my habits fly freely.
"I'm so glad you guys chose not to sit with Yoongi. It means I get to sit with him and keep an easy eye on all of you as we chat. Smart thinking everyone." I comment, finally walking over to sit down with the other. I can see the hurt in his eyes as he watches me sit with him, and I find the sight to piss me off, hating that the one person who's done nothing at all wrong to be getting shit on by those who should be grateful for his presence.
"Now, I'll start us off with the answer to Hoseok's question, as it did happen to be a good one, before we start diving into a bit more of the unpleasant parts of this conversation. I understand that none of you seem to really remember me, but I don't blame you. We had ran into each other somewhere around a year ago now at one of your performances. My name is Kim Jaekyung, and I'm the same age as Taehyung and Jimin.
"That being said, Sejin approached myself late last week in askance for me to help the lot of you. I have plentiful experience with helping people who have been in the mental places that you're all in right now, as well as the demons that you've all been toying around with. Sejin thought it would be a good idea for me to move in with the seven of you so that I could keep a better eye on all of you as often as possible. This is the house we will all be staying in from now on, and when I feel the seven of you are in a better place mentally, and well enough individually to no longer need someone to watch over you, I'll move out. Everyone on the same page there now?"
There's something in Taehyung's eye, an emotion that I can't quite pinpoint when I mention my name and age, but he remains silent all the while. By the time I'm finishing what I've got to say, they're all scrunching their noses up in distaste at what I've informed them of, but it's of no surprise to me at all. I didn't anticipate them being all that thrilled with this.
"I'll take the lack of questions as an answer that you're all satisfied enough with that. Now, moving onto topic number two: what we're not going to do moving forward, is treat Yoongi like shit. First of all, he's older than all of you with the exception of Jin. You should all be speaking to him with respect. Secondly, just because he's the only one I didn't have to remove from one facility or another does not give any of you the right to give him shit for it. He managed to hold up well enough mentally to avoid it, and that's something admirable and something that should be praised, especially for the way the rest of you broke down.
"I'm sure you all also want to point out his lack of visits to each of you in the time that you've been locked up. While Sejin and I may have had the connections to be able to remove you from each place you were all being held, that does not mean that anyone else had the ability to come visit you. If you want to get pissy over not receiving any visits while you were locked up, you're welcome to take that anger and hurt out on Sejin, but Yoongi didn't have the ability to come see any of you. He tried, multiple times with each of you, and was told each time that he was not allowed due to the conditions you were all in.
"I will not tolerate any single one of you taking this situation out on Yoongi. He has done nothing but put forth as much effort as what he can manage and do what he can, both for himself and for all of you. He was the one to push Sejin to do what it would take to get the lot of you all out, and he even bothered to bring all of your things over here as well. If I find that any of you continue to give him shit going forward from this moment, we'll be having a nice little chat on our own to sort out the differences. Understood?"
I look around at all six of the boys not sat with me currently, watching as different emotions pass across their faces, watching as the weight of what I've just informed them all has finally sunk in.
"Were you really not allowed to visit any of us at any point, hyung?" Jungkook speaks up softly, voice hesitant as he looks over at the elder sat beside myself. I, too, look over at Yoongi at this, watching as the tears form in his eyes.
"Not once, Kookie. I was coming in every single day for probably the first month before they finally told me to quit showing up and that they'd call if any of you were ever doing well enough for visitors. I still would come in once a week, but nobody ever let me in once. I never got a call saying that anyone was doing well enough for a visit either." Yoongi mumbles out sadly, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks as he starts speaking. I glance back in the direction of everyone else at this, watching as Taehyung seemingly grows angrier at this, while everyone else develops a look resembling heartbreak.
I withhold a sigh and refrain from pursing my lips at my brother's anger, the look more than all too familiar. I decide to merely focus on the progress we've already begun to make with the others, glad to see that nobody seems to be holding what has and hasn't happened over the last several months against Yoongi any longer.
"Why don't the seven of you head upstairs? Yoongi can help with sorting your things out since he brought it all here, and then you can all start picking your rooms and unpacking. I'll get started on lunch and then afterwards, we're going to start working on getting all of you into better places mentally. The initial step in that though, will be me speaking with each of you separately. Sound like a plan?"
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A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH
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