Camboy

Intoxicating

"Evicted."

"Evicted?"

Jung Hoseok lazily slumped back into his cold, metal chair, staring off into space, "I mean, that's what I found out anyway..."

Yoongi's veiny hands cupped his face as he leaned against a table, careful not to touch any of the equipment. On his face rested a stoic expression; he was still processing the valuable and shocking amount of information he'd just been given.

"Where's the kid gonna stay?" Yoongi asked after - to them - what felt like a millennium of bone-breaking silence, "Because he sure ain't gonna stay at my apartment."

Hoseok massaged his temple thoroughly and sighed heavily, leaning forward in his chair.

"That's the thing, hyung. They don't have anywhere to stay."

"Well, that's your problem, not mine." Yoongi scoffed, stayed as if it solved all the problems. "And if I were to open my apartment up to the kid, what's gonna become of him when I leave for work?"

Respectfully, Hoseok nodded as he understood where the older was coming from.

"Their mother says it's not for long, only till she finds somewhere stable enough." He leaned back in his chair, staring directly into the eyes of the tough man he was trying to persuade.

"Why are you asking me?"

"She says she's ready to pay you."

"Huh?"

That had tickled his interest. Yoongi quickly fixed his posture and clasped his hands in his lap instantly, his eyes focusing on the man in front of him.

"I mean, you're rich, you have space right?" Kinda. "And I heard that you were a smartass kid in high school, hyung. You could teach the kid some shit that they need to know."

Well, I could use the money, Yoongi thought as he referred to his low income in both jobs, despite his reputation.

"Are you in?"

"I'm in."

What Yoongi was expecting, when he reached the Hoseok's house, was a tall teenage boy who was secretly failing all his classes. What he wasn't expecting to come across was a little girl sitting in the middle of a tiny living room, playing with naked, ink-covered Barber dolls.

"You cannot be serious." Yoongi's eyes became large like saucepans.

The young girl must have been no more than two or three. Small locks of shiny, black, healthy hair danced as she moved about.

Yet the child was thin, thinner than most children he had ever seen, in fact, the thinnest he had come across.

Her cheeks looked as if they'd been hollowed out as if God had carved in too deep when he was creating her. What would have once been lively and full of joy, were bottomless pools of darkness that Yoongi found himself mesmerised and drawn towards.

Her stomach bulged out in an odd was as if she had eaten away every man's greed however her arms were skeletal-like...

The kid was malnourished.

The kid was malnourished.

The kid was malnourished.

"Where did you find her?"

"Itaewon," Hoseok answered, scratching the back of his hairless neck; his caramel-like skin tone shone brightly in the natural sunlight. "I was visiting and I found her and the mother sleeping on the sidewalk. I just had to take them with me!"