Jin awoke slowly, a raging headache ripping through his system. He groaned and rolled over, before sitting up slowly and looking around the room in confusion.

Where the hell was he?

Oh, right, his room in Min's mansion.  

Wait...but how did he get the bed?

“You had an episode.” Jin turned and looked across the room to find his brother standing there, with his arms crossed. “I had to force the pills down your throat. I thought you were taking them daily?”

“My psychiatrist said to start weaning off of them, lowering my dosage. I have been taking them.”

“Then you need to start taking more again. You said you didn't get them anymore. I had to answer too many questions of Min's about what was happening to you.”

“You didn't--”

“No, I didn't tell him, but you're going to have to someday. If you're going to keep working here--”

“Eomma!” Yejun suddenly rushed into the room and towards Jin, who him a soft smile.

“Hey, buddy. How are you?”

“I'm good! But why didn't you pick me up from school today, Eomma?”

“I was a bit sick, buddy, but I'm better now. I'm sorry I wasn't there to pick you up.”

“It's okay. Hyung came instead! And appa!”  

“Really? That must have been quite the surprise then.”

“Yeah! We went and got ice cream! Appa took me out and we got ice cream, next time will you come?”

“I promise, buddy.”

“Really!?”

“Of course! Why would I skip out on ice cream with you!”

Yejun giggled and hugged Jin. “I love you, Eomma. I've always wanted an Eomma and I'm so happy that I found you!”  

“Thank you, buddy. You're the best kid someone could ever ask for.”

“Yejun?” Hoseok poked his head into the room. The boy perked up.

“Uncle Hobi!”  

“Yejun, you have a piano lesson right now, why did you run off?” Yejun pouted and turned to Jin.

“I don't want to go Eomma~” He whined. “Teacher is mean.”

“I'm sure he just wants you to succeed, Yejun-ah.” Jin said teasingly.  

“But I don't want to go~”

“How about if I went with you and we can beat up teacher together if he gets mean?” Jin whispered.  

Yejun giggled, nodding furiously, liking the idea.  

Jin smiled and slid out the bed. “Just let me get dressed before, buddy, and I'll meet you there. Why don't you go with Uncle Hobi, okay?”

“I’ll be mad if you're not there!”

“I will be! I promise.” Yejun smiled and ran out of the room to Hoseok.  

Jin turned to the closet and grabbed a shirt, pulling his t-shirt off.

Taehyung walked across the room. “You okay?” He asked softly.

“I don't know.” Jin answered truthfully. “I really don't know. I ​try​ to be okay, Taehyung...but sometimes I just...I get a look at myself in the mirror and--” Jin looked down at his marred and damaged body.  

Taehyung wrapped his arms around his body. “You're beautiful and handsome, hyung.” He whispered.

“I'm broken and ruined.” He whispered back. He let out a shaky breath and shook Taehyung's arms off of him, pulling the shirt (long sleeved) on, before grabbing some pants and pulling them on as well.

He left the room without another glance or word to his younger brother.

He eventually made it to a room, where a grand piano rested, Yejun sitting there and sulking as an older man scolded him.

Yejun looked up, instantly shooting up from his seat at the sight of Jin. “Eomma!” He called happily.

“Hey, buddy.” Jin said, a soft smile finding its way to his lips. “How is your lesson going?”

“Terribly, he cannot play.” Jin snapped his head up to the instructor, his eyebrows furrowing.  

“He is a child. Of course he is still learning and may struggle.”

The man simply scoffed. Jin shook his head and sighed. “Come on, Yejun, let us continue with your lesson.”

“Can we beat him up, now?”

“No, imagine what your father would say.” Yejun groaned dramatically and sulked back to the bench, sitting down and letting the instructor continue on with his lesson.

Jin sat beside the boy, listening in on the lesson as well. He could play the piano a bit, he knew his scales and things, but that was about the extent of it.

He enjoyed the listen for a bit, listening to Yejun start to practice  

Until the instructor hit the boy.

Now, Jin had gone through lessons.  

He knew that an instructor might have your hands or give you a rap if you messed up to let you know…

But he'd just straight out slapped Yejun.

Jin stood straight up, whisking Yejun away from the man. “How dare you!” He yelled. “This a child! You should be ashamed of yourself! I'm reporting you right this minute!” Jin turned, Yejun still in his arms.

But someone grabbed his arm and spun him around.  

“Like hell I’m losing this job just because of some desperate slut. You think telling Yoongi that I hit his son will gain you extra attention and privilege?”

“What--”

“Oh please, you aren't the first to try. Who do you think he'll believe? His piano instructor, who he's known for years, who taught ​him ​how to play the piano or the sour nanny he recently hired?” Jin was left flabbergasted.  

He didn't know what to do in this situation. “You're an awful human being, hitting children and thinking you can get away with it. You should be ashamed of yourself!” Jin shouted once again. “I don't care what you say to me. I'm reporting you right this instant!”

“Yejun.” The instructor said. “Who hit you?” The boy was quiet. Jin's eyes widened. “Yejun!” The instructor snapped.

“The Nanny.” He whispered.  

“Good.”  

Jin was stunned.

The man had ingrained such fear into the child that he wasn't able to stand up for himself, speak for himself.

Jin knew what it was like to be in this situation.

And like hell he'd let this child suffer the same things he had.