Bambam: This place is like a dream.

You can stay as long as you want.

Bambam: As lovely as it is here...

Bambam: It’s been four days but I already feel so suffocated here. There’s not much to do except sleep, eat and swim in the pool. You know I like to keep myself busy.

True. Bambam had three jobs which he rotated throughout the week. He was the most hardworking boy Jungkook knew, and being stuck in a house on the mountain with nothing productive to do wouldn’t come off as fun to him like it would to others.

Jungkook wished he could take them out of there, but there was the chance that Bambam’s father would attack. Actually, it wasn’t a chance, but a fact. The man was a maniac, he would try to harm his family for ‘leaving him’.

Already, it was past the point where he could tell his parents. They’d kill him if they heard this. After what happened with Hanuel, the last thing he wanted was for his parents to find out he’d separated a family, despite the father being an abusive beast.

Give me a little time. I’ll figure something out.

Bambam: To get us out of hiding?

For now, to get you a job online.

I can’t risk you guys coming out only for him to do the worse.

Bambam: What kind of job?

I don’t know yet, but I’ll let you know soon.

How’s your mum?

Bambam: I don’t know, Jungkook.

Bambam: There’s something up with her.

What do you mean?

Bambam: She’s not happy.

Of course, she was not happy. Her psycho husband abused her and destroyed their family. She seemed to genuinely love the man, but his abusive nature was a risk to not just herself but her children. It would be a surprise if she wasn’t affected by the thing.

I can understand that.

Bambam: It’s not just that. It’s the way she looks. She always has this scary look in her eyes when she’s alone.

Scary?

Bambam: The twins say they always hear her mumbling at night, sometimes she paces the room deep in thought.

Bambam: I don’t think she truly wants to be separated from my dad. She wants my sisters and I to be safe, but she wants to be with him.

Have you spoken to her?

Bambam: I tried talking to her last night. She said she was alright, and she was happy we were okay

And you don’t believe her?

Bambam: No. She’s not alright.

Bambam: At all.

Jungkook felt worry sip into him and settle into the pit of his stomach. If Bambam’s mother was against being separated from her husband, she might likely do something stupid like go back to him, thereby endangering her life and Bambam’s.

He knew he couldn’t do much to stop a grown woman from doing what she wanted. If she decided to go back to her abusive spouse, he’d have to stand aside and let her do that. But he wasn’t going to stand aside and let Bambam’s life be in danger.

“…But I’m not sure I should go,” Yoongi’s voice suddenly came to life from across Jungkook. They’d been at the cafeteria for lunch, while Jungkook tried to ignore the comments and stupid questions relating to Jeju and Hanuel, before Bambam’s text had come in.

He’d tried to stealthily respond to them, because as long as Yoongi was aware, Bambam had gone on a trip for a few weeks with his family. Yoongi had asked why he would go on a trip in the middle of a school term, and Jungkook had answered it was a family tradition of some sort.

It was not fun lying to Yoongi but the lesser people that knew about what was going on with Bambam, the lesser the chance of Bambam’s father tracing them.

“Go where?” Jungkook asked putting his phone face down on the table, to avoid any future message from Bambam from being seen thereby exposing him as a liar.

Yoongi’s brows pinched. “You weren’t listening?” He asked, frowning.

“I was. Sorry, I just spaced out for a second. Talk to me. Where don’t you want to go to?”

Yoongi didn’t respond immediately. He hesitated with a hint of disappointment on his expression. “I met an agent at the event I went to on Saturday.”

“The Chanel one,” Jungkook inputted to show Yoongi he was listening, but deep inside, his brain was running wild.

“Yes.” Yoongi smiled at finally getting his attention. “So, I met an important person, Thomas Fred. He owns one of the biggest modeling agencies in Korea, and his model won Best Model in Korea last year. He said, I have the potential to be an incredible model.”

“Do you want to be a model?”

“I don’t, but for someone so big to say something like that, maybe I should think again. Like, I’m not confident about my height, but modeling isn’t just about being tall, right? There’s charisma and good looks which I have in surplus,” he gushed out. “What do you think?”

“I think you should go for it, if you want to. You could try and if you don’t like it, you could always quit it. At least, it doesn’t affect your career as an influencer, does it?” Jungkook asked to which Yoongi shook his head. “If anything, it could boost your reputation.”

“Exactly. It could make me more famous, reel in the cash and followers.” Excitement flooded his eyes. He grabbed his phone from his pocket. “I have to call them and book an appointment. I’m doing it.”

Jungkook nodded as Yoongi flung his legs over the bench and stumbled to his feet, missing a collision with Jin by a mere inch. Jin smoothly meandered out of the way, giving Yoongi a look. “Watch it.”

His scowl had returned to his handsome face, his full lips pulled into a thin, disapproving line. He looked different, he was back to being the always angry-at-the-world guy. But that didn’t stop the thought from resurfacing of the moment Jin had told him he wanted him, his gaze coated with desire, his expression pleading and soft.

Just the thought had Jungkook’s heart racing.

Jin tore his angry gaze from Yoongi before shifting it to Jungkook. “Are you busy?”

Jungkook looked from him to his tray of untouched food which he no longer had any desire to eat. When he looked back up at Jin, his expression matched his. With a frown, he replied. “Obviously.”

“You’re the only person who takes twenty minutes to finish a goddamn apple,” Jin said.

“You’re the only person who wouldn’t seem to leave me the fuck alone,” Jungkook retorted. He could feel the eyes from around them, gaining in on their banter like always. Seriously, these people needed to find something to do with their time.

“I have a message from your mother. Come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Jin’s frown deepened. His eyes narrowed. “Shall we not do this, young master? Let's go.” He turned around and made his way out of the Cafeteria.

Jungkook counted to five before reluctantly standing to his feet and making his way out of the large hall. He followed at a close distance behind Jin, watching his incredibly long legs. Jin would put any model to shame with his unintentional but killing catwalk.

Jungkook followed him up two flights of stairs until he walked into the former music room. Jungkook stepped in and shut the door behind, letting his shoulders slump and embracing their privacy.

“I hated doing that,” Jin said, his frown disappearing as he made his way towards Jungkook.

“We have to act like nothing has changed,” Jungkook said, sucking in a breath at the close proximity with Jin.

“But something has changed,” Jin said, lifting his hand and grazing his thumb over Jungkook’s lips. His gaze shifting between Jungkook’s eyes and his mouth as if unable to decide which was more interesting.

Swallowing, Jungkook nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “It has.” Jin’s minty breath hit his face before his lips were brushing against Jungkook’s teasingly. What the hell? Jungkook had been dying to kiss him since they were in front of the BQ the previous evening. He didn’t have any more patience.

He grabbed Jin’s collar, pulling him against his body and colliding their lips. His mouth covering Jin’s instantly. He felt Jin smile into the kiss, before he reciprocated the gesture, showing much needed love to Jungkook’s lips.

Jin’s hard body pressed into his, his hands sliding around Jungkook’s waist to draw him into a hug, their lips not parting for a second. His heart hammered in his chest just like Jin’s own which he could feel against his body.

Their tongues brushed together, sending warmth pooling in Jungkook’s stomach, sending the butterflies there in a frenzy. It was so good, so right but also wrong, because he knew no one would approve of this. Not his parents or his friends.

But in that moment, he didn’t want to think about that. All he wanted to think about was how freaking crazy he was about to go from how delicious Jin tasted.