𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒅

𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

"Tell me more about your brothers" Minho said as they walked hand in hand down the street. Jisung smiled softly to himself as he thought about his brothers back home at the junkyard.

"Chan, Changbin, and Felix" Jisung said with a sigh "Chan is the oldest. He does everything to make sure we eat enough and he tries so hard to make sure we are happy. Felix is the youngest and I try so hard to steal him his favorite foods. He's not like Chan and I, he can't steal to save his life. He wouldn't be able to survive without us" Jisung said while shaking his head.

Minho listened to every word intently "I wouldn't have survived without Chan. He taught me everything I know and Changbin taught me how to protect myself. They may not be my biological brothers, but they are all I have and I love them so much" he said while looking over at Minho who had a small pout on his face as he listened.

Jisung kept talking about his brothers. He was only 15 when he got kicked out of his house. His parents did live on the rich side of town, Jisung was a rich boy once, until he came out. His whole world change in a matter of seconds. One minute he was at the dinner table with his mom and dad and the next he was wandering the streets cold and alone.

Chan was 18 when he found Jisung balled up in a dark alley almost frozen to death. He was quick to take his hoodie off and pull it over the young boy. He didn't hesitate to take the boy back home where he lived in the junkyard with Changbin.

Chan was born in the junkyard. Born and raised, he knew nothing other than that life, but despite all that he was one of the most compassionate men you will ever meet in your life. He'd do anything for his younger brothers. Changbin wasn't born into the life like Chan or born into the rich boy life like Minho. His family wasn't rich nor poor, he was born in Yongin. He spent most of his childhood growing up in a happy home until his mother committed suicide suddenly.

His mother never showed any sign of depression, but really what did Changbin know? He was only a kid. After that his dad became and abusive drunk, so he figured running away to Seoul would be a good idea. He thought he'd have a better life and in a way he does. Chan found Changbin wandering the streets a year before he found Jisung. Changbin was only 16 at the time and he had a smart mouth and fought Chan constantly, until he realized he would be dead without the older.

Felix was just like Jisung. The young Australian had moved to Seoul with his family when he was 5. He had came out to his family when he was 13, they were ruthless and spat horrible things at the young boy, so Felix packed a bag and ran. Changbin had found him, this was six months after Jisung joined the family, the older was fuming when he found the broken boy crying on the corner. Chan didn't hesitate the accept the small boy into their family.

"Wow that's so sad" Minho whispered quietly as he listened to Jisung's stories. It made him feel bad, Just so fucking bad that he absolutely hated his amazing life, when Jisung and his brothers had lives like that.

"We get through everything together though, plus we write music together, it'd be fun to actually be able to turn our words on the page into an actual song though" Jisung mumbled while shrugging to himself. Minho squeezed the boy's hand tightly before leaning over and kissing his cheek softly. The younger smiled and shook his head.

"We're here" he mumbled while pointing towards the store. Minho nodded slowly and lead the way into the big store. "It's the only one open at this time" Jisung said as he looked around.

"Get whatever you want" Minho said "anything. Whatever Felix likes, Chan and Changbin included. You have no budget" Minho said while letting go of the younger's hand and nudging him forward. Jisung was quick to scurry his way into the snack section while Minho went to look at clothes and other things.

They spent about 35 minutes in the store, Jisung with a basket full of snacks and Minho with an arm full of clothes and random stuff. "Come on let's pay" Minho said as he tossed all the stuff into Jisung's basket

It took forever to get all the stuff rung up by the cashier, but the big smile on Jisung's face as he talked about how happy his baby brother would be made Minho's heart swirl. Jisung insisted Minho climb into the basket as he pushed it outside, and the older boy couldn't say no, not when Jisung was looking at him with soft eyes and a goofy smile.

"All the clothes are for you and your brothers. I got a few different sizes" Minho said as Jisung pushed him in what seemed like a random direction. "You didn't have to do all this for me" Jisung whispered, no one had shown him this amount of kindness except for his brothers.

Everyone else in Seoul treated people from the junkyard, like literal trash. Minho was the first person to treat Jisung like a human being. He didn't care that the younger was dirty, he still held his hand and kissed him like the world was ending.

"You gave me the time of my life. For once I felt like I was actually living. It's the least I could do" Minho said as he leaned his head back to look at Jisung. The dark haired boy hummed and leaned down to peck Minho's lips.

It wasn't long before they were back in the rich neighborhood, things started to look familiar to Minho now, soon he was able to direct Jisung to his house. "Holy shit you live in a castle" the younger said as he stared at the huge house.

"You could say that" the older chuckled as he climbed out of the basket. "Can I see you again?" Minho asked as he stared into the younger's eyes. Jisung made him feel like he was alive and he didn't want to lose him or that feeling again.

"Mmm I'll pick you up out here tomorrow at 11:30 pm. I'll see you babe" he mumbled while kissing Minho for the last time. Minho watched as Jisung walked away pushing his basket full of goodies. "What a night" he mumbled to himself with a smile.