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The amount of noise the wheels of a wheelchair makes pretty much depends on the luck one has.

Of course, Yoongi's wheelchair happend to be the noisisest of them all.

At least that wasn't too much of an issue if there wouldn't be this awkward silence, when he would roll down the hallway towards Jungkook and give him a smile. There weren't really many things to say, Yoongi was in a state where he couldn't really figure out words, he was rather regaining his memory - Jungkook was just pretty much socially awkward.

On sunny days they went outside, watching the first few blossoms bloom, the birds sang and the wheelchair squieked, while Seokjin sat there on a cold wood bench and watched them both.

It almost hurt to watch Jungkook not daring to tap on Yoongi's shoulder, because he seemed so out of this world, deep in his thoughts. Yoongi was thinking about the vague memories that came back like a punch in the guts or on the eye until it's bruised. Like the slight smell of his mother's perfume was the memory sticking on the walls of his mind but their scent seemed to get stronger like the odour of fresh blood from the nose that run over lips back into your mouth with bloodstains on the fabric of the time.

,,Jungkook, your nose is bleeding again."

,,Bless that asshole for breaking it."

Namjoon hadn't really power to beat people up in his height, obviously Yoongi was kind of easy with his weak features but when Jungkook came to his defense Namjoon really didn't know how to react. Even though he earned some punches and painful bruises that night, he also manages to leave Jungkook back with a probably broken nose.

The brigde of Jungkook's nose was colourwise blending in with the shadows under his eyes and the slightly purple colour on his eyelids.

Yoongi gulped, he did understand what Namjoon had done but a small part of him really wished it wasn't real.

He had been trapped in a nightmare for the past ten years and accepting that the person you thought to be your only real friend had just miserably used you really wasn't something easy.

Namjoon had been taking his breath away, but so did Jungkook in a way more pleasureable way, it wasn't cut off all at once, just slowly was Yoongi's chest shrinking and his mouth bite in the air for sharper breaths, but at least he still dared to look at the other male, because when his eyes met Jungkook's he felt some kind of warm relief.

Yoongi couldn't handle all this on his own, so having Jungkook on his side probably was more helpful than he realized.

He would be there when Yoongi finally accepted to face the world as it was.

God damn the truth hurts.