Hoseok left to get Seokjin, and Taehyung gave him the adress they had to come to while Jungkook came along with Taehyung and Namjoon.

Jungkook had taken Namjoon by surprise and jumped on him, Namjoom barely being able to not fall over and greeted him excitedly. After Taehyung explained everything to Namjoon, they had left, Jungkook tightly holding onto Namjoon's hand.

Now in the car on their way home, Jungkook is sleeping against Namjoon's shoulder in the backseat while Taehyung drives.

"He hasn't said much." Namjoon speaks up after a while of silence and Taehyung shrugs.

"His pronunciation is almost perfect though, I don't know how he did that so fast. And he doesn't speak in one word sentences anymore."

Namjoon hums while his thumb runs circles on the back of Jungkook's hand, his breathing tickling the elder's neck but he ignores it so the boy can sleep. "He's also taller now, around the same height as Yoongi and Jimin. How does that even happen?"

"The kid is just weird, I guess. I'm not fazed anymore."

The rest of the car ride remains silent and when they arrive at their crappy appartment, Namjoon wakes Jungkook up.

Rubbing his eyes, Jungkook looks around and recognizes the building. He climbs over Namjoon's lap and opens the door of the car, which he learned to do from Seokjin, and jumps out, running to the front door.

Taehyung chuckles as he unlocks the door and leads them up to the floor their home is on. When they arrive, Jungkook is literally bouncing next to him.

"Excited to see the rest?" Taehyung asks, smiling fondly at the younger, earning a nod as reply.

He unlocks the door and opens it, being met by Yoongi lounging on the couch, watching some bullshit tv show. Before he has any time to process, Jungkook's whole weight is thrown at him as the boy jumps on his lap and hugs him untill he can't breathe.

When he pulls back, Yoongi can take a proper look at his face. "Jungkook?" He whispers, not sure if this is a dream or not.

"Jungkook?!"

Jimin walks in the living room with a shocked expression and Jungkook turns around, jumps off Yoongi and hugs Jimin tightly.

The elder hugs back and lets Jungkook rest his head on his shoulder. "Jimin." He whispers, happy to feel the safeness and warmth of the man once again, getting lost in the feeling.

Yoongi turns to Taehyung and Namjoon and states at them and then back at Jungkook. "Shat the actu fuck is happening?" Jimin asks, Jungkook still clinging to him.

"Long story short. Jungkook never went to the police station and sat outside the whole day. Someone found him and took him home and him and his husband have been taking care of him ever since." Namjoon explains, the two clueless men listening cadefully.

"So what now?"

"Well, they're coming over in a few minutes, to meet us. I don't know, Jungkook wanted it."

Jimin, who has finally seemed to manage to wriggle himself from Jungkook's hold looms him up amd down. "You've grown, little guy. You're as tall as me now."

"So still short."

"Shut the fuck up Taehyung."

Yoongi still can't believe this is happening. He's been trying to convince himself that Jungkook is fine and that he's back with his parents and that he will never come back. But now, he's standing right in front of them.

He's wearing ripped black jeans and a pink hoodie and he almost looks like a different person than when he was here. He's grown a lot, that's for sure. But he also looks bigger.

He was incredibly scrawny when he first saw him and now it seems like he's gained a lot of muscle. It's a bit hard to see under the oversized hoodie but it is noticable.

"Oh yeah and he can talk now."

Jungkook happily skips towards Yoongi and sits down next to him, leaning his head on the man's shoulder, grabbing his hand.

And back is the addicting feeling that's been the only thing Yoongi has been able to think about since the day they dropped him off. He closes his eyes for a few seconds as he exhales loudly, almost as if it's a sigh of relief.

"What do you mean he can talk now?"

Jungkook bolts up and stands tall, his chin held up with pride. "I speak Korean better."

Jimin and Yoongi's jaws almost drop to the floor when they hear Jungkook's new and improved way of speaking.

"Not perfect but I can." He says, now a bit more shy.

"You can almost form proper sentences, how the fuck did you do that?" Jimin asks, still impressed.

"Jinnie and Hobi teach me."

"Jinnie and Hobi?" Yoongi asks, glacing at Namjoon and Taehyung.

"Those are the guys who he's been living with."

It doesn't sit right with Yoongi that Jungkook's been living with those men for weeks now. Who knows if they're perverts or maybe worse, and now they're coming to their house.

As if Jungkook can read minds, he squeezes Yoongi's hand. "They nice."

Sighing, Yoongi just shrugs and averts his eyes from the group, letting them talk out the situation.

His life isn't supposed to be like this. He's supposed to live here with his friends, write his songs in private and eventually die, by his own means or by someone else's.

He wants to hate Jungkook for ruining his sort of peaceful life and making it all complicated and frustrating, but he knows it's all his own fault.

He should've left Jungkook alone that day.