"Alright, Jungkook." Seokjin says excitedly as he drops himself down infront of the boy who's playing with a pen at the table.

"Since you don't want us to ask the authorities for help, I'm going to need to get more information from you." Seokjin lays a book infront of him and turns it to face Jungkook.

The boy just looks at it in confusion. The books in the heavens looked way different, more neutral and definitely bigger. The thing laying infront of him should hardly be called a book.

"I'm going to teach you Korean."

Jungkook beams up at the suggestion, once he has more of a grasp of this stupid language, he'd be more able to make progress. Like this, he won't go anywhere.

Seokjin chuckles when he sees Jungkook get all excited as he studies the cover of the children's learning book.

Seokjin notices how fast of a learner Jungkook is, as he's catching on really fast. After a while of studying, Seokjin lays down the book and sighs.

"Hoseok and I will take turns studying Korean with you. You seem like a smart kid so you'll get the hang of it soon, I know that."

Jungkook hums, not really listening since he's trying to repeat everything they've learned in his head. As Seokjin walks away to go to the bathroom, Jungkook sighs deeply and walks over to the window.

Looking up at the sky, his eyes start getting watery, Earth's sky looks so much like his home..

Quickly wiping away his forming tears, he smiles to himself. He'll be reunited with his father soon enough, no need to mope about it.

He knows he'll succeed, he has to.

—

Jungkook boredly plays with Hoseok's shirt as the man watches TV. This is the first time since he's arrived here that the man isn't running around, freaking out about everything.

This calmness gives the boy more time to pinpoint Hoseok's pain. All the men he's met untill now are obviously broken, no doubt about it, but he still doesn't know what's so different about Hoseok and Jimin. They all emit different kinds of hurt, all equally miserable but in different ways.

It's actually starting to irritate him a bit.

In one fast movement, he switches positions so that he's now straddling Hoseok who lifts up his hands by the boy's sudden movement.

Jungkook catches the man's eyes and locks them, Hoseok unable to look away. "You eva cwy?" Jungkook asks, eyes piercing through Hoseok's, making the man gulp.

"Uh, I don't know? I don't pay much attention to these thing." He answers, not knowing where this is coming from.

"You should cwy."

"Excuse me?"

Jungkook cups Hoseok's cheeks and sharpens his gaze. "Do it."

Hoseok feels a shiver come over him, a feeling of bliss. It's so strong that his whole body tenses up and it knocks down all walls he's build for himself throughout the past couple years.

Everything starts flowing back, the pain, the sorrow, the love, nothing is held back anymore. He wraps his arms around the boy's waist, pulls him impossibly close and burries his head in the other's neck as tears violently stream down his face.

Jungkook softly massages his head as he feels the shirt Seokjin gave him, turn soaking wet.

They sit there for who knowdls how long, Jungkook caressing the man's face and ignoring the tight hold Hoseok has on him.

Finally, Hoseok pulls away, now crying dry since his tears have run out. "What are you doing to me?" He whispers, staring at the boy sitting in his lap, looking extremely calm.

"Fwixing you." He answers, black eyes sparkling and keeping Hoseok in his trance.

Meanwhile, the elder doesn't know how to react. He has always hated crying, because he doesn't deserve to. The things he'd done in his short lived life don't deserve to have tears shed for them.

But sitting here, crying untill his head is going to burst and his stomach tenses up to point where every breath hurts, feels amazing. It's like Jungkook's touch lets him breathe again for the first time in forever.

Jungkook swings his leg over Hoseok's lap and lands on the floor and looks at the elder with an innocent smile. But Hoseok is frozen in his spot as Jungkook's touch leaves and the scars of his past return. New tears he didn't know he could even form anymore, appear as he looks up at the boy with golden brown hair.

He pulls the boy back on his lap and sighs, resting his head against the boy's back. "You're a very special kid, you know that right?"

Jungkook nods.

"What ever monster left you alone on the street should be locked up."

Jungkook shakes his head and turns himself around so he's facing Hoseok again. "No, they awre nice." He says stubbornly.

Hoseok tilts his head at the boy. "Who's nice?"

"Woongi and Jimin and Taehyung and Namjoon."

"Are those people your family?"

Jungkook shakes his head again. "I wive wif them."