TEST SUBJECT 312 || JJK

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

Yoongi scoffed and shrugged off Jimin's embrace. "No. He obviously has something to say to me. Say it Seokjin."

Seokjin's rage was like a roaring flame that couldn't be extinguished. "You're a douchebag who thinks you're better than all of us. Maybe it's time that you start caring for the people who like you. Jungkook idolises you, he idolises all of us and we're a petty excuse for a role model, especially you. So suck it up and let Jungkook enjoy this little bit of freedom for once." He paused. "Let him go to Busan."

Yoongi stared at the older gobsmacked as the other boys gave each other confused looks. It was as if Jin had switched personalities overnight. He was never aggressive. Ever. Yoongi looked like a kicked puppy and gulped lightly before nodding obediently. "Fine let's go to Busan."

~

Jungkook looked down at the map of Busan that he'd found at the train station. With Namjoon's incredible computer skills, he managed to hack into their old laboratory records and find Jungkook's details and, more importantly, his mother's. She still lived in Busan and as Jungkook stood on the doorstep of her new house, he couldn't help but feel tiny.

When he'd lived with her, they'd survived in a small, one-bedroom apartment flat but she had obviously upgraded in the time that he'd been away. Now she lived in a fancy, upstate penthouse which would certainly have been out of her price range a few years before. He wondered where she got the money from.

He knocked timidly at the door and pressed the buzzer. At first there was no answer but, after a couple repetitive presses, he heard a patter of feet behind the door.

"Hwello?" A small voice said, peering round the corner of the newly opened door.

The boy who had opened the door couldn't have been older than 4 years old and he had a tuft of dark hair and round eyes as he blinked up at Jungkook. He was cute but Jungkook couldn't smother the uneasy feeling in his stomach.

"Sorry I think I've come to the wrong place," he muttered under his breath. This place was way too posh for his mother anyway. Namjoon must have made a mistake.

"Jungkook!" A feminine voice shouted from down the hallway.

Jungkook's eyes flashed up in surprise. That was his mother. He could recognise that voice anywhere. The voice that read to him. The voice that sung to him when he had nightmares. He was finally home. He smiled ready to run up to his mother and wrap her in a hug but she didn't even look at him. Instead she rushed to the small boy at the door.

"Jungkook, what have I told you about opening the door to strangers," she scolded, pressing a kiss to his forehead as she lifted him up into her arms.

Jungkook felt his heart drop as he tried to understand the situation that had unfolded before him.

"Can I help you?" His mother asked, finally turning to look at her abandoned son for the first time. He expected a flash of recognition, anything that indicated that she knew him but instead her face held a constant, patient smile. She had no recollection of him.

Jungkook felt his mouth go dry as he tried to blink back the brewing tears. "I'm sorry, I- I..." He couldn't even speak. It was as if his mouth had stuck together like he'd been chewing toffee. "Do you remember me?"

The woman seemed to pause, leaning in closer to examine the teenager on her doorstep. "No sorry, I don't recognise you sweetie. Are you lost?"

Jungkook felt sick to the stomach. "Is this your son?"

Jungkook's mum looked down lovingly at the other 'Jungkook' in her arms. "Yes, isn't he adorable? I lost my other son in a car accident but God sent me this little angel."

Is that what she told people? That her son died in a car crash. Jungkook wanted to huddle in a corner and rip the hair from his head. How dare she do this to him? The sight of her made him gag.

With one last distressed look, he turned and fled not turning back once towards the 'happy family'.

He had never run so fast as he did that day when he made his way to a nearby park where his friends sat, waiting for him on the swings. As soon as they saw him they all jumped up in alarm but he didn't even stop. Instead, he run straight into Yoongi's arms and sobbed into his stomach.

"You were right hyung," he choked on tears. "I'm sorry, I should've listened to you."

For once, Yoongi didn't reply with a snarky retort and instead wrapped the younger in his arms and rocked him from side to side.

That night, the boys lit a small campfire in the forest in hopes to cheer up their maknae. There was soda and balloons and music and, most importantly, toasted marshmallows. Jungkook thanked them for their effort to cheer him up and spent the night being passed from boy to boy in attempts to make him laugh. After Jungkook left Jin to go talk to Hoseok, the older boy felt a sickening feeling in his gut. He needed to apologise to Yoongi.

Yoongi had been huddled at the other side of the fire under a crocheted blanket as he watched the embers spark and fly into the air. Occasionally, he would move his fingers and create shapes in the flames to amuse Jungkook.

With a regretful sigh, Jin sat down next to the other rather awkwardly. "Yoongi I've been thinking about earlier and I should apologise."

Yoongi rolled his eyes lightly. "Here it comes."

"Seriously, I don't know anything about what you've been through. I assumed too quickly and I apologise for that." There wasn't an answer so Jin elbowed him carefully. "I'm sorry." Yoongi didn't answer him again and he scrambled for another apology. As a last resort he held up a marshmallow on a stick. "Want a marshmallow?"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow but chuckled. "Alright then."

As he chewed the gooey mess, he sighed in content and patted the other boys shoulder. Jin never meant harm, even Yoongi knew that and he couldn't help but forgive the older. "It's alright, I forgive you hyung."