¤ You can't take care of him ¤

Min showed up about 20 minutes later. He knocked on the door and waited. Namjoon opened the door fully clothed with everything that he would need to bring with him to the summer home. "We have to go to my other house," he said leaving the door open and walking out to his own car. He glanced in at Min's car and noticed Jimin was resting his head on the window looking drugged out of his mind. Probably a few loose wires.

"Kim Taehyung get out of the house and shut the door" he yelled opening his car door and quickly starting the car. He took a step back and looked at Min "First off you owe me big time. Secondly, keep your hands and thoughts to yourself about Taehyung. And finally, do you need to follow me or do you remember how to get there?"

Yoongi seemed to take everything in very well "uh yeah I remember. I guess I'll see you there" he said climbing into his car and driving off as soon as Tae was leaving the house wearing his yellow coat that reminded Namjoon of the Curious George movies. "Ready?"

They climbed into the vehicle and their long drive to the other house began with Tae turning on the heater and playing some chilled vibes. Namjoon noted the formidable clouds forming above head. He rather enjoyed driving in the rain and he was certain that Tae would only make the journey more enjoyable.

To his displeasure, the water droplets only started to sprinkle upon driving out to the deserted area. Min was already waiting by the door with Jimin leaning up against the wall to steady himself, he didn't look too good as his eyes were twitching and pupils shrinking and growing rapidly. Taehyung got out of the car after the other "Go get our bags and bring them in" Namjoon said walking up to Min. Even though his strong dislike for Min Yoongi, he felt bad for Jimin. He knew he was suffering, by the looks of it for a while.

"Took you long enough," the dark haired boy said.

"I will only help you on one condition," Namjoon said unlocking the door and guiding Jimin in.

"And what is that Namjoonie?" the other questioned.

"I get to keep Jimin" Namjoon stated. He would rather know that the other creature was safe with him rather than the selfish creature that made up Min Yoongi.

"Hell no!" Min yelled, "He is mine!"

"Then I don't think I can help you," Namjoon said holding the door open for Tae who pulled their bags in with a smile oblivious to what Namjoon had stated "You can't take care of him," Namjoon said.

Yoongi took a deep breath and looked at Jimin who was only vaguely aware of what was going on, a film of sweat coated his forehead. He looked at Yoongi wondering what his fate would be.

"Can I at least come see him?" Yoongi asked almost desperately not wanting to lose contact, but not wanting to give him away completely. He owned Jimin more than Namjoon owned Taehyung.

Tae looked rather confused and not knowing what to do with himself and shuffled his feet closer to Namjoon who kept a steady glare on Min. "Yes," he said and took out his hand to shake. Yoongi ignored the hand turned to Jimin.

"You will be living with Namjoonie," Yoongi said "to keep you alive" he spat the last part rather bitterly. Turning back to the other boys he yelled "well, let's get going"

Namjoon pushed a button down the hall and the door slid back the same way it opened for them the first day he was alive. He looked down the huge amount of steps and visibly gulped. "Do you remember where my room is?" Namjoon asked Tae who nodded "Good, go put the bags in and come down," he told him.

Tae marched through the house dragging the bags behind him, he passed his room or 'prison cell' from the first time he was here. He pushed the door open and looked into the white room. It looked exactly the same from when he left it. The white sheet was still laying crumpled on the floor. A feeling of nostalgia came over him even though this wasn't a very pleasurable memory.

He felt suddenly warm as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and his head on his shoulder "What are you doing Taetae?" Joon asked.

"Nothin'" Taehyung answered turning around in the arms "Just looking" he smiled and placed a small kiss on Namjoon's cheek. Tae turned rather pink as he picked up one bag and before he could grab the other Namjoon's hand was on it. They walked to his bedroom and set the clothes down. Namjoon sat on the bed and patted the side.

"Jimin is going to be living with us as soon as I fix him," Namjoon said looking at Tae "I don't think Min can take care of him," he said.

Tae nodded and smiled at his now warm creator. Being in this place once again reminded him that Namjoon made him. He also remembers that Namjoon said he made him in his own image, maybe that's why Tae was so soft. On the inside maybe Namjoon was soft and warm too.

"I'm so lucky to have you Tae baby," Namjoon said holding onto the boy and stroking his back up and down.

"Now let's go down there and fix that boy," he said "Also I don't want you to look at what I'm doing. I need you there to comfort Jimin. We can't let him sleep or his circuits might fry and we won't know" he said pulling Tae down the long steps of his birthplace.