Yoongi smiles down at the kid. "That's a pretty name. Where do you live?"

Jungkook tilts his head and points one finger at the sky. "Up."

Yoongi sighs, he can't take the kid to the police considering him and the authorities don't really have a strong liking towards eachother, but he can't leave the boy here all alone.

"I live about a ten minute walk from here, do you want to come with me?" He asks and the boy nods. It worries Yoongi that the boy would come to a stranger's house willingly. Luckily he's not a creep, but that shows all the mere how this kid is extremely unsafe alone.

As they walk in silence, Jungkook holds onto the man tightly and slowly starts to relax. The man kind of reminds him of Minho.

His relaxation quickly changes to sadness while thinking of his best friend, probably wondering where he is and never being able to know. The lower ranks may not speak to the higher ranks and certainly not to his father.

Once arrived at Yoongi's appartement building, he unlocks the front door leading to the public staircase. They stop at the third floor and Yoongi leads the boy into his house.

Jungkook walks in, not knowing what all this is. "You can sit down while I make tea." Jungkook, who's used to orders, immediately drops down to the floor and crosses his legs beneath him.

Yoongi blinks and rubs his neck in confusion. "You can use the couch." And points to the brown cushiony object behind the boy.

He gets up and goes to sit on it. "Couwch." He mumbles as he runs his fingers over every crevace.

Earth is weird, everything scares him and everything is so foreign, so when he spots something he actually knows, he jumps up happily and runs towards it.

"Miwwoh." He smiles as he strokes his hands across the glass, only now seeing his own reflection.

Jungkook's face drops.

He touches the reflection and then his face. That can't be him, he used to be perfect, the most beautiful thing to ever exist, so perfect that only an angel's eye could see his face. Now, he looks.. ugly.

Jungkook turns to Yoongi with tears in his eyes when the man returns from making tea. Sobbing, Jungkook points at the mirrow. "Ugwy." He cries out.

Yoongi sets the tray down and marches over to the boy who throws himself on him and starts hysterically sobbing in his shirt.

Yoongi, who doesn't really know how to deal with his own emotions, let alone someone else's, just pets the boy's hair awkwardly.

"You're not ugly, I think you're actually quite cute." Jungkook looks up, the whites of his eyes now completely red and his nose running.

Cute, he thinks. He knows what that word means apparently, maybe there are more kinds of beauty. He knows he'll never be how he looked in the heavens here on earth, but maybe this is what a cute human looks like.

"I'm cute?" He aks, mainly to himself than to Yoongi. He rips himself away from the man and stands proudly. "I'm cute!"

Yoongi just sighs as he watches the kid run around the house to touch every little thing he can find. Lost, the man calls one of his friends, one who's better with kids than he is.

"Whats up."

"Namjoon, I need your help, can you come over right now?"

"Everything alright?"

"Just come over. Now."

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A knock is heard on the door and Yoongi rushes to open it, not daring to leave the younger alone.

Namjoon doesn't even get to finish his sentence as Yoongi drags him in and points to Jungkook.

"Yoongi, why do you have a half naked boy in your house?"

"Okay, it's not what you think, I picked him up from the street and asked him if he wanted to come to my house."

"You're only furthering my disappointment."

"Let me just show you." Yoongi mutters stressed and calls for the boy. "Jungkook!"

Jungkook turns to the pair and notices that there's another man standing next to Yoongi.

"Say something."

Jungkook looks around and spots the couch that he now knows the name of and flashes his bunny teeth in a wide smile while he points at it. "Couwch."

Then he points at the mirror. "Miwwoh." And then at Yoongi. "Woongi."

Namjoon can't really do anything but attempt to understand the situation. Yoongi interrupts his thoughts with a pat on his shoulder. "I asked him where he lived and he said 'up', I'm not taking him to the cops and I'm not leaving him on the street like that. He got scared when his stomach made noise."

Namjoon sighs as he watches Jungkook run around the house again. "We'll just need to ask him questions untill we know something more."