Orphaned

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The older man died three weeks later. 

Jungkook didn't mind all that much. 

The older man was a pain in his neck, anyway. 

Rina did mind, though. When the two young children awoke to find their guardian on the floor in the kitchen, neither of them knew what to say. Jungkook broke the silence by informing the girl that he was hungry. 

She leaned down to inspect the man. His lips were blue, and his skin was a light shade of purple. She wasn't sure what normal dead people looked like, but she didn't think that they were supposed to be purple. "Why are his eyes open?" she asked Jungkook. 

The young boy blinked at the question, mildly annoyed that she ignored his comment. 

"My hyung said that God closes dead people's eyes when he takes them to heaven," Jungkook told her, shrugging to himself. The man was mean. He hit Rina quite often, not that Jungkook cared. Jungkook did care when the man had denied both children of food for three days. 

Serves him right. 

Jungkook went to move around the man before Rina placed her hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. She pointed to the pills surrounding the man. "He sells those to the mean men," she said, moving to her knees. Jungkook watched silently while she scooped up the colored tablets, distributing them into small orange containers. 

"Why are you doing that?" Jungkook asked. He was still upset that she hadn't found him something to eat yet. That was Rina's job in the home. When Jungkook or the older man was hungry, the man would snap at her with harsh words and occasionally the back of his hand. Rina was good at making food.

"If he doesn't sell these to the mean men then we won't have money for food," she said. The young boy chose to ignore her words, not realizing that she was thinking only of his own wellbeing. "You need to eat so you can grow taller," she added. The young boy looked back down at the man. 

"He stinks," he stated. The older man had voided his bowels shortly after his breath had stopped, and was still sitting in his own filth on the kitchen floor. 

"I think he pooped in his pants," Rina said. Jungkook snickered. 

She said poop.

"Noona, I'm hungry," Jungkook whined. She set the orange bottles on the counter and turned to stare at him for a moment. 

"What do you want?"

"Breakfast."

"You know how to make toast, don't you?" she asked, annoyed. She didn't like making food for everyone in the house. Now that the man was dead, she didn't think that it should be her job anymore. Besides, if she could make food when she was five, Jungkook should be able to make simple things at the age of four, right?

"No," Jungkook said. Rina wanted to stomp her feet and throw the young child out of the kitchen window. 

He wouldn't make it very far, her body was sore from her last beating. Her strength was at an all-time low. 

So she settled for a loud exhale and a forced smile in the young boy's direction.

"Okay. Watch what I do, I'll show you," she said. Jungkook didn't really care who made it, he was basically starving at this point. 

Rina taught Jungkook how to make toast that morning.

They stepped around the body of their guardian and his excrements while they worked, and when the food was finished they sat at the table in silence.