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Even though Jungkook is like old as fuck, I will be referring to the other boys as if they were older considering Jungkook looks like he's around sixteen. If that makes sense.

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Once they've got the boy to calm down and planted him on the couch, they start their little interrogation.

"Where do you live?"

"Up."

"Where were you born?"

"Up."

"Who are your parents?"

"Pawents?"

"Yeah, mom and dad."

"No mom, only fawer."

"Where is your father?"

"Up."

Yoongi throws his hands in the air in defeat. The kid looks not a year younger than sixteen, why would he not be able to speak properly and know the basic human necesseties.

"How old are you?" Namjoon asks and Jungkook wants to answer but he finds himself stuck. He knows what his age is, he's three hundred and seventy six years old. But somehow he's unable to answer.

The pair see him thinking and come to a shocking conclusion. "He doesn't know." Namjoon whispers and Yoongi gets up from his seat to pace around the room. Jungkook furiously shakes his head and turns to Namjoon.

"I know." He mutters, only for Namjoon to ask why he doesn't want to say it. "I can't."

It takes Namjoon a second before he realises what Jungkook means. "He can't count."

Anger starts to rise in Yoongi when he hears Namjoon's conclusion. Who would do this to such a young boy? Torture him by not teaching him how to properly speak and count, never teaching him about the world and how it works.

Yoongi wouldn't be surprised if this was his first time outside.

While Yoongi tries to calm himself down, Namjoon turns his attention back to the boy. "Can you tell me in more than one word how you came here?"

Jungkook thinks and after about a minute, he feels confident to answer. "Fawer sent me hewre."

What Jungkook notices about his speech and the way his thoughts form to words, is that he's unable to tell them more. It's like everytime he wants to say that he's an angel, he's stopped. Maybe that is his father's doing, it would make sense. If he has to purify six broken souls, then it would be more of a challenge if they didn't know he was an angel.

Suddenly, an idea strikes him. He's noticed from the start that there's something off about the two men, they emit this unexplainable aura. If these two are broken souls, maybe he can fix them and only have four more to go.

He smiles widely and looks over to yoongi. "Woongi?" He asks in his sweetest voice.

"I wive here?"

Yoongi looks over at Namjoon and they share a whole conversation before Yoongi gives in and answers. "Sure."

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"Are you fucking crazy?!!!!" Yoongi has to hold the phone away from his ear as Taehyung comtinues screaming at him. "You brought a random boy from the streets to your house and you're KEEPING HIM?!"

"Tae, please calm down."

"I'm coming over right now and I'm bringing Jimin."

Before he can answer, the call has ended, defeated he grabs his head. Again, anger starts rising in his body, he fists his hair and his knuckles turn white from the pressure.

Why is this happening to him? He never asked for this. He should just throw the kid out, who fucking cares, there's a lot of homeless kids in the part of town.

Jungkook notices Yoongi shaking and waddles over to him, now wearing one of the elder's shirts since he was still only wearing pants.

He wraps his arms around the man and rests his head on the man's shoulder. "No angwy." He speaks, softly stroking the elder's arm and like magic, Yoongi slowly removes his hands from his hair and calms down.

Taking a deep breath, he pulls away from the boy. "Don't hug me, that's weird."

Even though he said it's weird and pulled away, Yoongi wanted to stay there forever. Something about that hug made his mind peaceful again, like he could finally breathe.

Skipping away, the boy disappears in the kitchen where Namjoon is pouring himself a glass of water, amxiously waiting for Taehyung and Jimin to arrive.

Jungkook sees how Namjoon seems restless and takes his hand in his own, smiling up brightly at him. "Pwetty."

Namjoon sighs, feeling the warm, addicting feeling of the boy's hand around his and relaxes, ruffling the boys hair.

"You're pretty small for your age, huh?"

Jungkook, not really familiar with the language, doesn't know what small is but takes it as a compliment anyways. He spins around on one foot and laughs. "Smwall!"