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(A/n: I deeply apologize for no update yesterday, I was stuck doing homework and finishing up my chores! Thank you so much for 28k reads, it means so much to me! I hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night! ☀️🌈💕✨)

Requested by: @StraykidsMemeHacker

• Seokjin is nine-years-old and (M/n) is eight-years-old •

Trigger Warning: Mentions Child Sexual Assault, sadly this is something that goes on in the world and a lot of kids, my age, younger, and older, go through this... I don't mean to offend or trigger anyone. If I do, I deeply apologize!
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M/N's P.O.V

It had been a week since I became friends with Jin, but I don't see him that much as I used to. His mother would always drag him away from me, glaring at me as she walked away with him in her arms.

It was lonely, living on the streets with little to no food at all and no one to talk too... Sometimes, I would have to search rubbish bins from the back of a McDonald's or Wendy's, for food. It wasn't my proudest moments, but it's what I have to do to survive.

I sighed, running a hand through my greasy (h/c) hair as I held a perfectly good McMuffin in my other small hand, it was surprisingly somewhat warm...
"Yummy..." I muttered, trying to stay somewhat positive during this tough time. "This should last me two days, at most!" I lightly smiled, taking a large bite of the McMuffin.

"Hey, Kid!" A deep voice called out, making me jump a bit in surprise. "What the hell are you doing out in the cold?" His voice seemed to get closer and closer.

"Mr. Yoongi?" I asked confused, seeing the familiar blonde-haired man.
"You didn't answer my question, (M/n), why are you out here all alone?" He ignored my question, still wanting the answer to his.
"I don't have a home..." I muttered, not wanting to see the pity in his brown eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me? My boyfriend, Jimin and I would love to have you stay with us! That is if, you trust me." He softly spoke, bending down to my height as I sat up against the cold and dirty brick wall.

"I trust you, Mr. Yoongi. It's just... I don't want him to find you and Mr. Jimin, he'll hurt you both." I smiled weakly, remembering all the times he touched me causing me to shiver and nearly gag at the awful thoughts.
"Who's him, (M/n)?" He asked, slipping off his thick black winter coat and placing it over my small figure. "You don't have to answer if you don't want too, I don't want to force you to answer my questions."
"He was my old caretaker, at one of the many orphanages I've been too," I answered, picking at the hem of his coat. "I'm sorry, Mr. Yoongi, now your coat will be all dirty. I haven't bathed in a while, so I'm disgusting..." I avoided his gaze, glancing around the somewhat small alleyway as snow lightly began to fall.

"I can wash the coat at home, it's okay. I don't mind. I care more about your wellbeing than some stupid twenty dollar coat." He smiled softly, ruffling my hair gently before standing up from the dirty alley floor. "Come on, Kid. It's beginning to snow and you're not getting sick, on my watch." He chuckled lightly, holding a large hand out to me.
"Okay! What's Mr. Jimin like?" I asked, taking his hand and standing up from the cold ground.

"He's a nice and beautiful man, I'm sure you'll like him a lot, but no stealing him away from me." He teased, picking me up in his arms.
"No promises!" I laughed, bopping his nose lightly before laying my head on his shoulder.

'I haven't slept in days, there were too many people around...' I pondered, my eyes slowly as he walked out of the alleyway and down the sidewalk. 'I didn't want to risk anything...'

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(A/n: There will be a part three, don't worry! I hope you all enjoyed! ☀️✨💛 )
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