"Even if I'm not seen in your memories, I am yours, Because I can't breathe without you..."

~Dejavu- NU'EST W

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The silence broke, over the line, Yoongi could hear crying, soft crying, almost as if before that it had seemed inaudible to him, but now he could hear very clearly the sobs Kyung-mi was letting out, the small choking noises, the broken, emotional state she was in.

"I-I love you too, Min Yoongi...!" She chokes out, crying, "Please, just tell us where you are...! I don't care what you did or why you did it, I'm just worried about you, you big dumbass!"

Yoongi gripped the phone tightly, not prepared to hear that, but he nods, though she can't see it, and gets up, putting Jae-hwa's acetone back, keeping the card, but jogging down the stairs in a hurry, "Okay, okay, I'm going to get out of here, and....and I'll tell you where I am, okay?"

"O-Okay...." She doesn't ask where he is, but he can tell she wants to.

"When I see you....I'm gonna hug you, Kyung-mi, I'm going to hug you and I'm going to squeeze you so goddamn tight in that embrace." He says, going past the kids playing and out the front door, actually locking it so no one else can just come in their house.

He doesn't want them to see where he's coming out from, so he walks down the sidewalk, listening to Kyung-mi sniffle and sob, she doesn't hang up though, she stays on, crying, and he wished he could hug her right now, but time didn't work like that.

"I'm out on the corner of 13th and 40th, okay? There's a bus stop here, I'll wait for you...." He says, sitting down.

Kyung-mi seems to pass this on to Namjoon, who Yoongi can hear say, "I know where that is squirtle...you're not fooling anyone..."

Maybe he wasn't, it was only a few streets away from Kyung-mi's place, and if Namjoon was paying attention, he could figure out how long he'd been walking compared to how far Jae-hwa's foster home was from here, Namjoon was incredibly intelligent, Yoongi would probably never underestimate him.

 ~~~ 

Namjoon pulled up, Jin in the passenger seat, and Kyung-mi jumped out of the car before it even came to a complete stop, running up to Yoongi and throwing herself into his arms. Yoongi caught her, hugged her close, nuzzled his face into her hair, and took in her smell. She really didn't smell like anything all that special, but it was her, so it made it special.

Seokjin came out of the car next, "Hey! I'm supposed to be mad at you!" He said, throwing open the door and pointing at him as he came out of the car, "You hurt Kyung-mi, her brother, and their friend, I ought to fight with you too! Hurt you too!" He looked at Yoongi, wide-eyed and seemingly outraged, coming up to him in a furious manner.

Even Kyung-mi paused to slightly turn to see if Seokjin would hit him, still somewhat having her head on his chest.

Namjoon came out of the car and laughed a little, and Seokjin couldn't keep the smile out of his eyes even as he pointed at Yoongi, "You really messed up this time! You're lucky I'm your friend and I care more that you're alive..." He says then comes over and hugs both him and Kyung-mi, it is uncomfortable, but he appreciates it anyway.

"Squirtle, you really fucked up. I hope you realize it didn't have to turn out like this. Everyone could have hated you and left you." Namjoon came over and just gave Yoongi a firm pat on the shoulder. "Let's go home, huh?" Namjoon pauses, then holds out his hand, "And I'll take the lighter if you don't mind."

Yoongi looked at him evenly, Namjoon was too smart for his own good, maybe a little too smart for everyone else's good too, but Yoongi still dug the lighter out of his pocket and handed it over, begrudgingly. He'd grown an attachment to this....wanting to burn things, this way of release to all this anger and sadness pent up inside of him, maybe it was just time to let go of all that.

Namjoon smiled softly and put the lighter in his own pocket, "Seokjin said a smoke-free house, you understand right? Gotta give up things that are hard to let go of for the people we love?"

Yoongi nodded and looked down, then gently guided Kyung-mi back to the car, wanting to get away from this place as quick as possible, and Seokjin and Namjoon seemed just as eager.

 ~~~ 

Walking down the hall to Seokjin's apartment was the best familiarity he'd had all week, the carpet, the lighting, the weird smell which wasn't really gross but actually too clean, bleach-filled and almost toxic but somehow welcoming, like a pool, was something he had actually missed immensely without realizing it.

Going into the apartment and being welcomed with all the familiar furniture was a relief and he ran over to the couch and dived into it, laying contently on it, closing his eyes, almost wanting to just sleep right then and there, erase everything. Maybe it would start the day over if he just went to sleep.

Kyung-mi giggled at him, "Yoongi what the hell, what's gotten into you?" She asked, her voice light and happy.

Seokjin chimed in immediately before Yoongi could answer, "I think I'm gonna get food into me, I'm starving," This is of course, typical of Seokjin, He always could eat, in fact, if he wasn't cleaning and being a housewife, he was cooking and eating.

Seokjin yelled and Yoongi's eyes snapped open and he sat upright, "Seokjin?? You fucker, What are you yelling about, you scared the f-."

It had completely gone unnoticed when he had jumped onto the couch, as his view to the kitchen was otherwise not clear, but from where he was sitting, he could look right into the kitchen, though mostly dark, the sunlight hit an incredibly pale and listless face well enough to especially illuminate a pair of eyes, a golden brown in the light.

Given their track history, he wasn't sure if this was a joke, but he got up anyway, approaching quickly to flick on lights, "Who....the hell..."

There, leaning against the cabinet under the sink, was a boy who immediately squirmed and edged away as soon as the overhead light illuminated him, but for a split second, Yoongi could see the bloodshot in his eyes. whoever this was, looked like a rabid dog.

"RM?? Where's RM?? Namjoon?!" He was in a panic, scrambling and trying to hide, but not really moving from his spot. It was like a child thinking that hiding under the blankets would stop the monster under her bed, like a fish trapped out of water, flailing uselessly on the shore, a pathetic and desperate attempt without other options.

Namjoon came running in any way looking at the person in what looked like pure confusion, Namjoon was too much of a smart ass for him to make that face, something was wrong.

"Who are you?? How did you get in? What are you doing here...?" Namjoon was overloading the boy with questions and it was obvious that none were really getting through to the boy, who was just shaking his head in disbelief.

"N-Namjoon you promised... I thought... You'd remember...That you would help..." He coughs, a nasty, wet sort of cough, and he uses the counter to pull himself up. "I had so much.....Hope..."

Namjoon was searching in his head, Yoongi could see it, trying to make sense of the stranger. It wasn't long before an apparent lightbulb went off, and he took out his phone sending what looked like a quick text, which immediately resulted in a ping from the stranger's phone in his pocket.

"Hoseok...?" Namjoon asked softly, approaching him, "Hoseok how did you find this place...?"

"Th....that doesn't matter...." Hoseok says, turning to Namjoon, eye's bloodshot and weary, "I'm....I'm going to die....please....you said you were smart.....help me..."

Everyone was silent for a minute, probably just as confused as Yoongi was, all looking at Namjoon, waiting or a response, or maybe a goddamn explanation, anything would suffice at this point.

"It's not what I think it is, is it? Hobi, I told you about those drugs..."

Hoseok shook his head, turning to Namjoon, even more panicked than before, on the verge of crying, "I...I'll admit I got high to deal with it...I was scared....but...It's not that, Namjoon, Someone is....literally going to kill me..." Hoseok is starting to cry, terrified and shaking, "Please..! I didn't do anything wrong and they're going to kill me...!"

Namjoon opens his mouth to sigh and he looks away, "I don't believe you..."

~~~

a/n

I wanted to do this on hobi's birthday but I was massively busy all days leading up to it sksskskskks

I told you Hoseok would be here :P

~neri