Reckless & Relentless | Multiship

Chapter Six

"What're you doing up?"

No light was on. There was barely any moonlight seeping through the open windows, but still Yoongi could still see his visitor. He could make out that figure anywhere, no matter how dark it was.

The night air was thick, and the light breeze that seeped through brought goosebumps to Jungkook's skin. He had no idea what he was doing up, especially with Yoongi, but he couldn't sleep, and his hyung was the only one still awake.

"I couldn't sleep." Jungkook sat on the very edge of the couch, minding Yoongi's feet as he laid down.

Yoongi hummed, seeming to have the same reason as to why he wasn't in his own world.

Jungkook and Yoongi had the closest connection out of all seven of them. No one was closer than those two, no matter their relationship. Half of Yoongi's mind was constantly filled with Jungkook. It was a natural thing. Though Jungkook was considerably close with Jimin, there were certain things he could only speak to with Yoongi.

"Do you ever miss it?" Jungkook suddenly asked.

Yoongi cast his gaze upwards, to meet the warm stare of Jungkook. "Miss what?"

"Your family—your life before... this." Jungkook was careful with how he chose his words, and Yoongi could tell with the way his voice shook ever so slightly.

The two had had their significant number of conversations they wouldn't dare have with anyone else. But, one thing they didn't talk too much about was how they felt with their past. Of course, they'd let emotions out (which, occasionally, shocked the younger because his hyung rarely ever voiced what he was feeling) but their family was the one topic they hadn't spoken of in well over a year.

He sighed. "I mean... Yeah. I miss not being able to walk down the street without looking over my shoulder. I miss not being able to speak with my parents, and... Yes. I do. What about you?"

Jungkook dropped his head and started to play with the loose threads on his sweater. "I don't even remember my family anymore. It feels like a lifetime since I last saw them... I don't remember the sound of my dad's voice, or my mum's laugh, or even my brother's... I don't know. I don't know if I miss it or not."

Yoongi felt his chest ache for him. When he lowered his eyes to the wooden floorboards, he felt the weight on the couch shift, then disappear completely. Their conversations usually lasted longer, but Yoongi could tell that Jungkook just had to get something off of his chest.

"Jungkook," Yoongi met Jungkook's stare again, "I'm sorry. But, you have my word that we won't leave you, and we won't let you leave us. I won't let you leave us. No matter what."

Jungkook hated how his eyes started to water at his hyung's words. He hated how his lips trembled ever so slightly, his mind trying to figure out whether he should say something or not.

Somehow, he managed to force out a strained, "Thank you, hyung."

The older simply nodded, then turned on his side as Jungkook left the room. His mind started to wander—wander back to the day he first met Jungkook. That day was something that could never be erased; not ever.

~

A strong breeze accompanied chilled weather and dark skies. The streets were void of life. Shops were boarded up because of the storm, but that didn't stop the freezing thirteen year old from trudging through the weather, head down in an attempt to shield his face from the harsh conditions.

Blood dripped down pale skin, the crimson colour staining the white hoodie he wore. His denim jeans had a large rip in the knee, and blood was, too, oozing out of the large scrape he had there. His legs suddenly caved.

He dropped to the ground, then pushed himself back until he was pressed against a wall. The cement below him felt colder than ice under his fingertips. Jungkook hissed and quickly pulled them away. He could feel his insides shaking with every gust of wind that knocked into him.

With eyes closed and body barely staying strong, Jungkook curled into a ball to try and keep himself warm. No longer was the blood and cuts littering him a worry, because Jungkook was certain that in that moment he'd die; either from blood loss or hypothermia—it was that cold.

However, he felt a warm hand press into his cheek, making his head lift so the stranger could get a good look at his face.

The stranger was shocked to see a boy so young out there, in the cold, covered in his own blood. There was no way he could simply leave him there, either.

"Where are you parents or guardian?" He asked, still observing the boy hunched against a brick wall.

"I-I... I left."

"Did they do this to you?"

When he got no answer from the boy, the stranger sighed and reached down to help him up. However, the boy's knee gave out on him once he was standing up again. He couldn't walk.

"I'm going to carry you, okay?" He told the young boy, wrapping an arm around him and tucking one under his legs.

"O-Okay..."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"What's your..." Jungkook took a deep breath before trying to speak again, "What's your name?"

The man couldn't have been older than eighteen, maybe even seventeen, Jungkook could tell that much. His hair was black and his skin was pale. He was slightly chubby, but not so much.

"Yoongi."

~

Yoongi sighed and ran a calloused hand down his face, fatigue overrunning his body.

The memory was one of the only ones he could remember so vividly. He barely recalled how he met Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok. Yoongi knew Namjoon and Seokjin from when he was younger, and apparently Namjoon and Hoseok were child hood best friends. Jimin and Taehyung were taken in by Seokjin not a year after Yoongi found Jungkook. He had no idea how Jimin and Taehyung ended up leaving their homes, because they rarely ever spoke about it. Hoseok and Jin were the only ones that knew about Taehyung's past, and no one knew about Jimin's. Every now and then Yoongi was curious, but what wasn't his business wasn't his business.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi readjusted his position on the couch to try and get more comfortable. The only thing that clouded his thoughts as he drifted asleep was how on Earth they were going to get enough information on the museum to rob it. He was just hoping his plan would work.