Ordered to be killed by his father, Jungkook was saved and given a new home and family by Kim Seokjin, a member of Bantan, the wealthiest family in Korea. His happiness is short lived when his father, the head of a major syndicate in Korea, discover...
Jungkook awoke to sunlight seeping into the room from a big bay window that covered the entire wall behind and above him, which was built at a slant. It definately wasn't his room at home. He tried to sit up but hissed at the pain that caused and laid back down. Where was he? He let his eyes roam around the room. It was modern and simplistic but beautiful in design. Blue and white dominated the room with black and grey accents.
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The door of the room opened and a tall man with light brown hair and plump lips walked in. He wore a cream colored turtle neck and black jeans, glasses perched on his nose. He was definitely a handsome man.
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"Oh, you're awake." he said making his way to the bed Jungkook occupied. "How are you feeling?" His voice was gentle and soft, much like his smile. Jungkook couldn't help smile back. Though the man at his bedside was a stranger, he felt safe.
"I'm fine." Jungkook said as the handsome stranger moved a lock of hair from his eyes gently. It reminded Jungkook of what he imagined a mother might do if her child is sick. It actually gave him comfort.
"Are you hungry? Or would you prefer to rest more?" he asked.
"I-I am a little hungry." Jungkook admitted.
The man nodded, kissed him on the forehead, and stood to leave. Jungkook couldn't help but smile again at the mans actions. He was a little shocked that the man kissed his forehead, but he had to admit he liked it. It gave a feeling of being cared for and loved. Jungkook was sure the man wasn't even aware he had done it as it was probably a long time habit, something he did all the time. It was something Jungkook would love to get used to.
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The boys filed downstairs, the smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes leading them into the kitchen.
"Morning hyung." they said in unison.
"Good morning my boys. How'd everyone sleep?" His question was met with 'fine' and 'good'. With the exception of Yoongi, who simply 'hm'ed in response.
"So, how's our guest?" Namjoon asked as Jin placed his breakfast in front of him.
"He's awake. I took a breakfast tray up to him not long ago."
"I'd like to talk to him after breakfast." Namjoon stated as he took a sip of his coffee.
Jin nodded but added. "That's fine, but please remember, he's a baby."
Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Jin, he's what-seventeen, eighteen? Not exactly a baby."
Jin sent Namjoon a death glare, causing Tae, Jimin and Hoseok to giggle.
Namjoon sighed but smiled at his boyfriend. "You want to keep him don't you."
"I do." Jin nodded.
"How do you know he doesn't already have a family?" Jimin asked.
"Because when I took him his tray I asked if there was someone I could call for him. He said he had no family or friends to contact."
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After breakfast, Jin accompanied Namjoon upstairs to talk to the boy, while Yoongi and Hoseok headed to work, and Jimin and Taehyung to university. Jin knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter. When he heard a soft 'come in' he entered the room.
"Hello Jungkook, I came to collect your tray." Jin said with a smile. "Did you enjoy your breakfast? " he asked.
Jungkook nodded with a big bunny like smile that simply turned Jin to mush the first time he saw it. "Yes hyung, it was delicious, thank you."
"You're very welcome Jungkook. " Jin smiled as he removed the tray from Jungkook's lap. "Kookie, this is Namjoon, the...patriarch of the household so to speak, there are six of us in total, seven, with you. Anyway, now that you're awake he would like to talk to you."
Jungkook looked over at the tall blonde smiling down at him, dimples digging deep into his cheeks. His eyes were calming, and held a deep serenity within them that had a calming effect on him. His rose gold hair suited him nicely, the suit he wore fit his form perfectly, and showed his wealth and importance while still being very fashionable.
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"Um...hello sir. "
Namjoon chuckled. "You can call me hyung."
"Okay Namjoon hyung."
"Jin has already told us what happened but I would like to know why it happened." Namjoon said gently.
Jungkook looked down at his hands and played with his fingers, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Jungkook." Jin, noticing the boys nervousness, placed the tray on the side table and took one of Jungkook's hands in his own. "You don't have to be afraid, it'll be okay."
Jungkook shook his head. "No it won't. Once you k-know the truth y-you'll h-hate me."
"Oh my poor Kookie. We could never hate you." Jin wrapped his arms around the boy comfortingly.
Jungkook took a deep breath and began to tell them his story, hoping they'll keep their word and not hate him at the end.
"M-my name is Jeon Jungkook. I am the son of Jeon Dae- Jung, leader of a very powerful syndicate in Seoul. Gambling, guns, drugs, trafficking, smuggling, prostitution, he has a hand in it all. He h-hates me because I'm not like him. I don't want to inherit a criminal empire, and refused to participate in his 'business dealings', it was something that we argued about constantly. He would often tell me I was a disgrace to his name and I made him look weak." he sighed looking up at Jin. "I knew he hated me, but I never thought he'd have me killed." Jungkook turned his teary gaze to Namjoon. "P-please hyung, I'm n-not a bad person. I've done nothing wrong, I-I just- "
"Shh, it's okay. It's gonna be okay." Jin stroked the boys hair as he cried on Jin's broad shoulder. It broke his heart to see the boy like this. He had already become protective of the boy, already loved him as his own, hence the decision to welcome Kookie into their family. "Once my father learns I'm alive he m-might come looking for me."
Jin looked up at Namjoon, who sat on the opposite side of the bed, and saw the same protectiveness and love for their new maknae in his eyes.
Namjoon placed a hand on the crying boys shoulder. "Jungkook, look at me." Jungkook raised his head to make eye contact with Namjoon once again. "We would never judge you by where you come from, who you are, or who your father is. Nor would we judge you or hold you accountable for your father's actions, and if you'd like, you're more than welcome to stay with us. We'll protect you."
