Birdy woke up as Yoongi pulled up out the front of his house. While the older male was grateful he didn't wake up while they were still on the road, he didn't enjoy having a foot slam into the back of his chair with all its force. As the younger boy regained his strength, he began making more of a fuss in the backseat, kicking and screaming. Feathers began flying everywhere as the maddened boy tried to escape the confines of the small vehicle.

"Hey, hey! Stop!" Yoongi exclaimed as he turned around to look at the younger. "Be careful! Car repairs aren't cheap."

Birdy simply retorted by screaming at Yoongi and slapping his face, dragging his nails across the other's cheek. Yoongi hissed, fighting back some expletives as he tenderly touched the sore skin. Birdy continued to kick at the walls and flutter his cramped wings.

"Hey, Birdy, stop it! All you need to do is wait until we get inside, okay?" Yoongi yelled at the boy who continued to ignore him. Huffing, the older male got out of the car and quickly shut the door behind him. He went around to the side Birdy had his back to and opened the door. As quickly as he could, Yoongi grabbed Birdy and dragged him from the car.

Past experience had taught Yoongi that his neighbours were the painfully nosy type ー and the sort to tell all their friends once they thought had a piece juicy gossip. He'd experienced that when he started bringing an ex home after their dates; it hadn't taken long for the news that Min Yoongi was no longer single and gay to spread around the neighbourhood. Thankfully the relationship hadn't last too long and the next piece of gossip he had to worry about was just that he was now alone again and maybe there was the chance the decently well-off scientist wasn't gay.

But if his neighbours caught even a glimpse of Jungkook and his thrashing wings then that would just spell trouble for the pair. He could already imagine the rumours that could spread from the image of a screaming boy with wings being manhandled by the older male.

Yoongi tried to drag Birdy to the house but the boy still seemed to have other plans. He pressed his bare feet against the car as he contorted his body, trying to escape the arms wrapped around him. His wings made things difficult, as Yoongi struggled to get a decent grip on him with them hitting every few seconds. He also didn't want to hurt the boy more than necessary.

As they made some progress towards the house, the older male began cursing Namjoon under his breath. "Damn Namjoon and your damn experiments, always dragging me into your god damn difficult situations. My house is going to be destroyed because of you; if I don't get some sort of compensation then I'm going to... I'm going to... Birdy! Stop!"

"Let. me. go." Birdy grunted as his body twisted around. He almost escaped the older male's grip, his wings flapping madly and almost lifting the two of them off the ground. "Let me go, let me go!"

Yoongi kept his grip as tight as he could as he rushed towards the house, hoping he'd once again been too tired to remember to lock the door again. Luck seemed to be on his side at that moment and he had, allowing him to rush inside the house. As soon as the door was shut behind him, he let the boy go.

Birdy collapsed to the ground, tumbling and crashing. He skittered to a halt, falling in a heap with his wings covering his body. The little mound of feathers and flesh rose and fell with his heavy breaths. Yoongi watched the boy before touching his cheek again, feeling the small scratch he'd left.

"Hey, Birdy, do you want to get a tour of your home?" Yoongi asked softly, crouching beside the boy. He reached out slowly, touching the bare skin of his shoulder. The younger flinched at the touch, his muscles tensing. "We can have some dinner if you want. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"Go away." The boy spat from under his wings. One eye peered through the shadows of his wings, glaring up at Yoongi.

"Come on, Birdy―"

"Not Birdy."

"Then what's your name? I'm Yoongi."

"Yoongi is a stupid name." The older male sighed at the childish insult, wondering what he was going to do with this boy. He couldn't just leave him lying on the cold floor; he might catch a cold.

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Cold?"

"No."

"Tired?"

"No."

"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"Leave me alone."

"Alright then. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." Yoongi stood up slowly. "I'm really sorry about what you've had to grow up with, Birdy―"

"Not. Birdy. I'm not a bird, I'm a human."

"Okay, Not Birdy, feel free to make yourself at home. I'll leave you alone now."

"Good."

As Yoongi sat down for dinner, purposefully placing a second bowl of ramen, he noticed a figure peering over at him from the edge of the room. He chose to ignore (Not) Birdy and started eating his dinner. It was nothing spectacular, just some instant noodles thrown into a bowl with some things he'd managed to find in the fridge, but it filled him up. When Birdy reached the table, he finally acknowledged him. He looked up at the boy, who was pulling at his tunic as he stared longingly at the bowl of ramen.

"Do you want to eat?" He asked and Birdy looked at him, nodding slowly. He chewed on his bottom lip as he dropped his gaze again. "There's a bowl just there for you, if you want it."

Birdy took a few steps towards the side of the table, sitting down on the edge of his seat. Yoongi didn't mean to but he found himself watching as the boy examined his dinner. He poked his finger in it, quickly withdrawing it after burning the tip and began sucking on it as he picked up his spoon with the other hand. He got some of the broth in the spoon and took a sip, coughing as it burnt him again.

"It'll be hot." Yoongi warned, although it was probably a little late. Birdy just glared at him, sucking on his burnt finger again.

"I'm hungry."

"Try blowing on your food, it might cool it down." Birdy shook his head and pushed the bowl away. "Don't you want it?"

"No." He then got up from his seat and walked off into the kitchen. The older male watched as he wandered around, rummaging through and pulling things out of cupboards as he searched for something that caught his fancy.

"Hey, Not Birdy, are you going to tell me your name yet?" The boy paused in his searches to walk over to Yoongi, holding out his small wrist for the older to read. The band was still on it and all that was typed on it was "4". "Your name is Four?"

"No. That's what he called me, it's not my name."

"Then what is your name?" The boy shrugged, pulling his arm away from Yoongi.

"I forgot. I don't know what I was before Four." This fact seemed to make the brunette ashamed as he dropped his head and refused to look at Yoongi.

"Do you want to choose a new name then?"

"I don't know any."

"If you eat your dinner then we can watch some TV and maybe you can find something from there. Your ramen's probably cooled down by now." The boy glanced at his food and sat back down at the table. He stared at his bowl for a few minutes before looking back up.

"There's too much; I can't eat all of this." It hadn't occurred to Yoongi until just then that maybe Namjoon hadn't been keeping his experiments in very satisfactory living arrangements. As he took in the boy's thin frame ― still keeping in mind that he'd naturally be skinny due to his lighter and smaller bones ― he realised there was a large chance this boy hadn't had a lot of food while living with Namjoon. The pang of sympathy and pity in his chest grew to a small stab as he sighed.

"Just eat as much as you can. Don't make yourself vomit, alright?"

Silence fell down on the table as they ate. It wasn't a comfortable silence, like when Yoongi and Hoseok ate together; it was a silence that weighed down on Yoongi like a heavy blanket. It gave him time to think over his current situation, and all the possible pasts the boy had had. He didn't want to think of his friend badly, but he knew what Namjoon was doing and there was a small part of him that knew it wasn't right.

It didn't take long for the boy to finish eating, barely making a dent in the dinner. He sat there patiently as Yoongi quickly finished his own. This calmness was a pleasant change from the wildness he'd previously been showing.

"Thank you for feeding me." The boy said softly as he followed Yoongi into the kitchen. They placed their bowls on the bench and stood there for a moment.

"You don't need to thank me, it's really nothing." The younger male just stood there quietly, playing with the band on his wrist again. "Do you want me to take that off? You could also borrow some of my old clothes too, until we're able to get some of your own." The boy nodded.

After cutting some holes in the back of the shirt for his wings, Yoongi helped the boy into his new clothes. They all hung loosely against his skin. His pants were only just being held up by his hips, and that was with the string being tied as tightly as they could.

The pair made their way to the lounge room, sitting on opposite ends of the couch as Yoongi turned the television on. The television seemed to provide some form of interest to the boy as he kept his eyes glued to the screen as the older male flicked through the channels. His gaze flitted across the screen, trying to take in as much as he possibly could. Watching him brought a little bit of amusement to Yoongi.

"Is there anything you'd like to watch?" Yoongi asked, managing to get the boy to drag his gaze away from the screen. He shook his head. "Are you tired? We could watch a movie and then sleep or just an episode of something..."

"I'm not tired."

"Okay. Movie then." Yoongi then started scrolling through all the movie options, giving the younger to look at them. After a few minutes of scrolling, the boy found one that caught his attention and they began watching it.

As the movie progressed, the boy started growing more and more comfortable on the couch. His wings were hugged around him, probably giving him more warmth than what Yoongi was feeling, and he started to slouch a bit more in the seat. By the end, his head was resting on a cushion at Yoongi's feet as he idly ran his hands down his wings. Yoongi kept himself as squished up against the edge of the couch as possible, given the boy as much room as he could.

"Any names jump out at you yet?" Yoongi asked as the credits rolled. The boy shook his head as he read them, trying to keep up with all the names. He then sat up slowly, pointing at one of the names rolling up the screen. Yoongi quickly paused the movie.

"That name." He said as he got up and pointed at one of the names. "I like that one."

"Cookie?" The boy nodded. "But that's the dog's name..."

"I liked the dog."

"Well, what if we find a name with 'Cookie' in it? So that you can tell people a more... normal name when you introduce yourself but you can still be named after a dog."

"What normal name?"

"I dunno, let's google it." Yoongi pulled his phone out and the boy hopped on the couch beside him. He leaned against him, peering over his shoulder as Yoongi typed something into the search engine. His breath was warm against the older male's neck, tingling as it fanned lightly across the skin. They searched for a little bit, testing out name after name which the boy rejected over and over. Just as Yoongi was about to give up and give in to the boy's desire to be named after a food and animal, they found something. The boy pointed at one of the names, sounding it out softly under his breath.

"I like this one." He said after repeating it a few times.

"Jungkook?" The younger male nodded, a small smile on his lips as he did so. He repeated his new name again.

"Except that's for normal people, right? I like Cookie better."

"Alright then, Kookie, I'm glad we've figured that out." Jungkook nodded in agreement, chewing on his thumb. "Do you want to sleep yet?"

"Where?"

"Well you can have my bed for now. On the weekend we'll go out and buy some things for you. You can have the spare room once there's a bed in it."

"Okay. I'd like to go to bed."

"Alright. C'mon then." They headed off to Yoongi's bedroom, turning off the television and lights on their way out. "Do you mind sleeping in the clothes you've got on? I just don't want to cut up too much of my clothes."

"These are fine. I can sleep in them." Jungkook climbed on to the bed, rolling himself up into a ball in the centre of the mattress. He didn't even bother to pull any blankets on him, simply hugging his wings around his body.

"I hope you like your new home, Kookie."

"It's not home." Jungkook responded quietly. "Just a nicer looking prison."