Yoongi parked in Taehyung's driveway, hurrying to run to the door and unlocked it with the keys the doctor had given him and Seokjin when he first started watching Jungkook.

He walked to the living room, where Jungkook was laying down in front of the TV, surrounded by workbooks that he was ignoring in favor of watching the screen.

Taehyung had been about to get up after hearing the front door open, confusion on his face, but he relaxed when he saw it was Yoongi. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Hey." Yoongi sat down beside his brother. "Sorry I didn't call, it was kind of a spur of the moment decision."

"No worries. Skipping class?" The doctor chuckled.

"Just a few of them." Yoongi reached a hand out, rubbing Jungkook's back. "Hey, Goobs."

"Gi." Jungkook acknowledged, not taking his eyes off the singing cartoon characters.

"How do you feel, baby?"

Jungkook just nodded, entranced by the TV.

He seemed fine, as if that one weird episode had never happened. He hadn't said anything about it to anyone, nor had he said any new sentences. It was as if he didn't even remember the event happening.

"Staying for lunch?" Taehyung got up and headed to the kitchen and Yoongi followed.

"No, I can't." He sat down in the chair and watched as the doctor started making chips and crackers for Jungkook.

Taehyung pulled down an orange pill bottle, dumping out two small purple pills. "Kook, it's medicine time."

"Nuhhh!" Jungkook whined, not wanting to leave his show to take his icky medicine.

Normally Yoongi would have scolded his brother for being difficult, but today...he wanted to try something.

"I'll give him them." He said, getting up.

Taehyung smiled at him, handing over the two pills. "Good luck, it's always a struggle. I'll finish making his food if you want to try to get him to take those. Thanks, Yoon."

Yoongi feigned a smile and hurried to the living room, pulling Jungkook away from the TV and down the hall. He brought them inside a bathroom and shut the door.

"Jungkook, I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay?" Yoongi placed the boy on the sink counter. "Do you remember anything else about that night? Who was tied up? What were they begging for?"

Jungkook cocked his head, blinking.

"Jungkook, please," Yoongi pleaded, trying to keep his voice down. He knew this was dangerous, and while he didn't want to push his baby brother into another episode, he needed answers. Hoseok had already been attacked because of him, and an innocent law enforcement officer had gotten killed. He couldn't stay in the dark anymore, waiting for the next wave of bad news. "I need to know what happened. Please, try to remember. I'm so sorry."

Jungkook frowned and reached out, patting Yoongi's cheek softly. "No be sads, Yoonie."

Yoongi reached up and grabbed the boys hand, squeezing it tightly. "What else happened, baby? When the limo crashed? Did something happen before? Or was it after?"

Jungkook got distracted as a bird landed on a branch outside the window, giggling and pointing at it. "Lookit! Fly by!"

"Jungkook." Yoongi grabbed the boys face, directing him back. "Please, I need you to remember again. I don't know if you're purposely repressing it, or if you genuinely can't remember, but I need you to try. It's so important, baby. Please, please help me."

Jungkook wrestled his face free with a soft scowl, rubbing his cheeks. "Wan' watch show."

"You can watch it after this." Yoongi promised. "The limo crash, baby, mom and dad. There was another person there, and he tied someone's hands up. Was it mom and dad? Was it you? Was it the driver?"

Jungkook grew fussy, wanting off the hard counter. He wanted to play with his doll and watch his shows. He wanted to eat lunch.

"Jungkook-" Yoongi sighed when Jungkook pushed him away, siding off the counter.

He hadn't wanted to do this, it was a last resort, but Jungkook wasn't cooperating, and Yoongi didn't have a choice- Taehyung would be back soon.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small piece of rope that he had cut from the coil he had used to restrain Namjoon in the shed.

He grabbed Jungkook's hand, pinning the boys wrists together, the same way in the drawing, and tied the rope around them.

"Gi!" Jungkook exclaimed, frustrated he couldn't go watch TV. "No want-" He froze when Yoongi tightened the knot, staring at his bound hands.

"I'm sorry, Kook." Yoongi whispered, stepping back.

Jungkook's pupils went wide, dilating almost to the point that it nearly covered his whole iris.

"N-no," he stammered, trembling as he fixated on the bow; the one that looked just like how Jinnie had taught him to tie his shoes. "Please, you can't do this."

"Who, Kook?" Yoongi asked softly. "Who did this?"

Jungkook's fear filled eyes suddenly met Yoongi's. "Don't hurt him, please."

"Who? Don't hurt who?" Yoongi gripped Jungkook's shoulders tightly.

"Please, Bora, don't kill him. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Just leave him out of this, please, we can talk." Jungkook begged, tears running down his face.

"Bora?" Yoongi frowned at the name. "Who- what-"

The bathroom door opened and Yoongi froze, seeing Taehyung look shocked at the scene.

"Jungkook!" The doctor raced over, grabbing Jungkook's tied hands. He quickly started freeing him. "Yoongi- what the hell were you doing?"

"I-" Yoongi didn't know how to explain it.

"Jungkook," Taehyung gripped the boys face. "Look at me, Goo, it's Taetae. You're okay baby, calm down."

Jungkook had been crying, but after he stared into Taehyung's warm brown eyes, he hiccupped and calmed down, especially after he realized his hands were free.

He sighed tiredly and leaned against the doctor.

Taehyung picked him up, rubbing the boys back.

"Dr. Kim, I-"

"What the hell were you thinking?" Taehyung hissed. "You don't know what's wrong with his brain already, and then you wanted to try and experiment on it? Withhold his medication- the only thing keeping him from getting worse?"

"I didn't mean-"

"Go home, Yoongi." Taehyung said sternly. "I'll be telling Seokjin about this."

He walked out of the bathroom, carrying Jungkook to the bedroom. He laid the boy down on the bed gently, covering his sleeping body with a blanket. He looked the boys wrists over, checking they hadn't been injured.

Feeling sick, Yoongi ran.