SAFE HAVEN, yoonkook

three.

It turned out that Jungkook didn't like alarms. Yoongi discovered this when he was woken the following morning ー not by the usual ill-chosen alarm, but instead by the screaming of the boy. These screams were soon followed by a thud, muting the default alarm that had been chosen for this morning. The older male sat there, trying to wake up enough to properly comprehend the situation in front of him.

Jungkook was sitting up in the bed, his shirt discarded somewhere during the night. As he panted, his stomach would suck in and then be pushed out, revealing nearly all of his ribs. Yoongi's phone was no longer where it sat to charge... which explained the thudding noise and the fact the screeching alarm was coming from the other end of the room. This might have worried the older male, but he was still too tired to function and therefore too tired to get worried.

In the end Jungkook had to grab the phone. He crawled out of the bed, creeping over to where the phone lay face down. After a brief Schrodinger's cat moment, Jungkook picked up the phone and stared at the (thankfully) not broken screen. The alarm warning lit it up, giving him the option to turn it off. Now calm and collected, the boy was able to click the button and not inflict further damage on the phone. But after he'd stopped the noise, he simply dumped it back down on the chair and wandered back over to the bed.

The younger sat on the edge of the bed and stretched his arms up high over his head, yawning widely. His wings outstretched behind him, almost brushing the wall as they did so. Yoongi found himself getting distracted by taking in the appearance of the boy. He was definitely skinny, as the signs of his ribs once again revealed, but the older was pretty sure it wasn't an unhealthy skinny. He put it down to his mutation ― most likely needing to be small and light to lift off the ground.

"I'm going to go have a shower." Yoongi told Jungkook, who turned his attention to him. His face was blank, as though he couldn't care less what the brunette did. "I'll be out soon and then we can have breakfast."

"Okay." Jungkook responded flatly. Yoongi gathered some clothes to change into afterwards and entered the bathroom, silently praying that Jungkook wouldn't cause too much destruction while he was gone. The worry encouraged him not to take too long in the shower and for once he didn't fall asleep in it. When he re-emerged, he was glad to see the younger boy still sitting on the bed. He had the blankets wrapped around him now. His eyelids were starting to droop as though he was falling back to sleep, but he quickly widened them when Yoongi walked in.

"Ready for breakfast? I don't have much, but I can probably whip something up." Yoongi asked as he chucked his pyjamas down on his makeshift bed ― aka a pile of blankets that he'd managed to find in the back of some of the cupboards. Jungkook shrugged as he pulled the blankets from him. He followed Yoongi out into the kitchen, goosebumps travelling up his bare arms. He probably should have gotten his shirt while he was in the bedroom, he thought as he stared at the bumps. "How does toast sound? Would you like toast for breakfast?"

"I don't care."

"Toast it is then. That shouldn't be too hard." The older male left Jungkook at the couch, going into the kitchen to make some toast and a coffee. The boy just sat down on the couch, crossing his legs as he looked down at his hands. His fingernails had grown during his neglect ― Namjoon had been too distracted by his other 'creations' to care for him personally ― and this had worked to his advantage. He now had a weapon for when they tried to get him again; even if they were small, he would scratch them until they stopped. He glanced up as Yoongi returned to him, wondering if he really could be trusted like he claimed. Jungkook doubted it; the last person who'd told him that was the orange haired assistant before he injected him with something that had knocked him out.