Yoongi and Taehyung were in their shared room. They had been in the hospital for about a year now and were in the recovery unit. Tae had learned that Yoongi had been admitted for a major concussion and some minor internal bleeding.

As time went on, Yoongi's personality sparked and he made an almost full mental recovery. Tae on the other hand had made a full physical recovery but had no sense of personality. His once bright eyes were now a cold, empty sight. His beautiful box smile gave way to a dull, emotionless, straight face.

When Yoongi was informed that he would be able to leave soon if all went well, Tae became increasingly bland. Yoongi was the only person the shell of a boy could confide in, and they both knew it. Even if the poor boy could leave, he knew he'd have no place to go.

One late night, the boys spoke softly, telling stories and revealing deep concerns. That's when Taehyung finally let it slip. "Even if I can get out of this hellhole, I'll have nowhere to go."

Yoongi looked the boy dead in the eyes and said,"as soon as you get out, I'm taking you home. I'm not going to let you live on the streets or get hurt."

As Yoongi continued his spiel, tears bloomed in his eyes. Tae noticed and pulled the elder against his side. "Yoonie, please don't worry about me. You need to live your own life, mine has already been thrown out."

"Taehyungie, please, just let me take care of you. You'll get out of this place and you'll stay with me. I swear on my life that I will protect you!"

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Yoongi had been released long ago and now Tae was signing his own release papers. Yoongi stood beside him, smiling gleefully.

When all of the papers were signed, the duo hopped into Yoongi's car and headed off. For the first time in forever, Taehyung's eyes held a tiny glimmer of hope for the future.