Yoongi didn't expect Jungkook to return home in tears, face flushed, body jerking with the force of his sobs.

"Jungkook?" he called.

"Yoongi," Jungkook sobs, curling up into a ball as he dropped to the floor.

"Hey, kid. Talk to me. Talk to hyung. What's got you so upset? Who hurt you?"

"My appa— he...I met him. Today. He's... he's not a good father, but he's still my father and maybe I just...I wanted him to be proud of me but he—" Jungkook's voice cracks and he buries himself in Yoongi's shoulder.

The ghost freezes for a millisecond before he wraps his arms around the younger.

"What did he do?" Yoongi urges him to continue, voice gentle.

Jungkook sniffles and slowly lifts his head from Yoongi's shoulder.

It's then that Yoongi sees it.

The red handprint on Jungkook's cheek.

Yoongi's eyes narrow into slits as he feels anger course through his veins. He lightly cups Jungkook's cheek before he tugs him close and holds him till the younger can't cry no more.

[To be continued . . .]