Silent Doe//Yoonkook

Uncle

Mr.Mok was watching the young boy waiting patiently for him to wake up. The day he shot Mr.Koo he made sure his men tracked the boy. Gathered information on the 6 guys he briefly stayed with for less than 12 hours.

Kim Seokjin age 22 Officer Kim Aa-cha's cousin a child care-taker at Smiles Daycare. Min Yoongi age 21 younger brother to Min Sa-kay a boy he took 5 years ago; college student major crime investigation. Jung Hoseok age 20 always between jobs. Kim Namjoon age 20 older brother to Kim Taehyung college student and teachers assistant in literature, English, and chemistry. Park Jimin age 19 dance instructor. Kim Taehyung age 19 Kim Namjoon's younger brother works in the kitchen of Grand Mercure Ambassador Hotel.

His men were quick and thorough. They are again watching the house to make sure his warning was heard.

Finally a day later Jun Ki began to try and open his eyes. Inhaling sharply from the pain he felt; basically yelping in pain. "Oh no is my Prettyboy okay?... I'll get the nurse in a moment." Jun Ki ignored his pain and started to shake from the familiar voice that haunted his dreams. He slowly looked around himself only to lock eyes with the one and only Mr.Mok who had a big smirk on his face. "Now tell me Prettyboy HOW DID ONE OF THOSE BOYS KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE DAY YOU WERE AT THE HOTEL!!!!???" He shouted as he slapped Jun Ki hard across the face. "Good thing you got shot already; because if I got to you first not only would you feel this pain but the person you told would be dead." Jun Ki's eyes dilated, blood leaving his face as he pictured Yoongi's dead body. Mr.Mok slapped the boy one more time across the face making his lip bleed. "Now you get 20 minutes of being awake with that pain before I call for a nurse." The boy just nodded curling his body to try and lessen the pain.

"Now since the hospital staff know you and Mr.Koo it's going to be a bit trickier to take you home. Speak boy what are you going to call me?" Mr.Mok asked a bit angry with the whole situation.

"U-Uncle sir?" He stuttered out trying to manage his pain.

"Uncle? Yes uncle works well, good thinking Jun Ki." Mr.Mok said while petting the boy's head. Boy hated that name and hated his touch he just wanted to puke, run away, and cry. Seeing the grimace on the boy's face he harshly grabbed his chin, and turned his head to meet with his blue eyes. "Don't you ever make that face again when I touch you." Jun Ki just blinked a couple tears out absolutely hating having this Monster in front of him.

"Y-yes S-sir." Jun Ki finally stuttered out. "S-sir?...... you mentioned I got shot. W-wh-what h-happened?" He hesitantly asked curios to what happened to him.

"Well after you met up with some guys that were smart enough to know you belonged to me. Some police officers showed up and there was open fire. A bullet killed the guy that carried you after you passed out. Unfortunately the bullet entered your liver. I was right with putting a 7 you truly are lucky." He finished with a small laugh.

3 weeks passed with Jun Ki recovering in the hospital under the watchful eye of Mr.Mok. As requested Aa-cha was informed when he woke up so she could talk to him along with Officer Soh. When they were there they asked questions about the other night. Why did he lie to Yoongi? Who Mr.Mok was? Of course he lied saying he was his fathers brother Koo Kyungsoo was the name he was told to use. All these questions were private, Mr.Mok was asked to leave the room. When the question do you know who killed your father was asked he wanted to scream Yes ....Yes he did; but to protect the lives of the nice people he met he had to say "I know his face but not his name."

Jun Ki wanted so badly to leave with them. To be in that green yard again; have colorful butterflies dance around him. Wanted to learn to dance from Jimin. Learn to read with Namjoon. Plant flowers with Seokjin. Hopefully smile with Hoseok. Have Taehyung not hate him would be nice. What Jun Ki wanted the most was to stargaze with Yoongi again and stay till sunrise. Wanted to get to know him just being near him for those few hours made him happy even if the topic of conversation was sad. Alas maybe in another life they could meet again; and that's what he would look forward to. Thinking about a possible better life put a small smile on his face.