WARNING
This chapter contains character death. If this triggers you, please do not read any further.

Jungkook tapped his fingers against the table as he looked out the café window. It had been raining non stop since last night and that worried Jungkook for two reasons. One: Yoongi had to get to school and then return to the café for his shift and two: his apartment always had something go wrong when it rained. Sometimes he would return to his apartment having puddles of water forming in random places. Other times, he'd find a hole someplace in the walls or windows. Worst case scenario, the power would go out. 

The sky outside was a deep grey with heavy, large drops falling like tears and streaking the sky in pale colors. It was one of the heavier rains that you could hear through the roof of the café. It was in these rains that Jungkook wished he had a car. He always showed up to work completely soaked and his change of clothes would be just as wet as himself. It only raised his concern for Yoongi who was most likely in his car driving here, despite the rain that could easily mask the roads and other cars, sometimes even people. 

It hadn't been raining that day. It hadn't even looked like rain. It was bright and blue with the dazzling sun sparkling down on their faces. A cool summer day accompanied with the shade of tall oak trees that towered high over their heads. Twelve and nine. His Mom had always said that she hated how close their house was to a busy road. Now he understood why. 

"Jungkook!"

Jungkook spun around in his seat. No one was there, not a single person that would've known his name.

"Jungkook!"

Again. Jungkook spun back to face the empty seat across from him. He knew who it was this time. He was losing it. He had to be. There was no way that that voice could be calling for him. Calling for him to stop. To not go out onto the road. That only bad would come of it. And it did.

"Come on, Wonnie! Just slow down a bit!"

"But then you'll tag me, Kookster!"

"No fair!"

Jungkook tried to speed up, his arm outstretched to grab his brother's arm, back, or whatever else he could get a hold of. He was too focused on where his brother was that he found himself tripping over a loose tree root and landed square on his butt in the dirt with a loud "oof!"

Wonwoo slid to a halt as soon as he heard the younger's sound of discomfort. He quickly turned around and went to his brother's aid.

"Hey, you okay, Kookster?"

Jungkook sniffled.

"Does your ankle hurt? Or is it someplace else?" Wonwoo placed his hand on Jungkook's ankle.

Jungkook quickly tapped his brother's hand and shouted, "Tag!" before speeding off with a large grin on his face.

"You cheater!" Wonwoo responded as he quickly got back on his feet and followed in pursuit. "I thought you were hurt!"

Jungkook laughed, "I can't believe you fell for that!"

His brother groaned.

Jungkook, taking notice of his brother who was close enough to touch him, made a turn towards the road.

"Jungkook, not so close to the road!" Wonwoo shouted.

Jungkook shrieked as his brother's hand nearly grazed his back, causing him to swerve to get away.

"Kookster, the road!" He could hear behind him as his feet hit the pavement. 

He knew he wasn't supposed to be standing there. He stopped and turned around towards his brother hands up as if to state surrender and started on his way back. Then he heard it. The roar of a car going too fast. Perhaps over the speed limit, Jungkook couldn't be sure. He just knew that it was too late to turn back, the car was practically on him. The blue paint that was slightly chipped, as if to say this wasn't the first accident the car would find itself in. It's driver looked just as scared as he did. They both knew it was too late. Too late for the breaks. Too late for him to run. It was over. Jungkook closed his eyes. 

His brother cried, "Jungkook!" 

Then he felt it. Two hands push him away. His side hit the pavement hard and heard the car screeching to a halt accompanied with a thump or crunch, Jungkook couldn't tell which.

He quickly sat up and turned. His brother. His amazing, caring older brother lay there in front of the blue car which was now also tinted with a light crimson red. 

"Wonwoo?" Jungkook said crawling over to where his brother lay motionless.

"Wonnie?" Jungkook grabbed his brother's arm and shook it lightly.

"Wonnie?" Wonwoo's head turned towards the younger. He was bleeding from someplace above his forehead and from the little cuts that littered his body. His eyes were closed tight and his breathing was shallow, too shallow. 

"Wonwoo?" Jungkook said, slowly beginning to cry his hands finding themselves on his brother's face.

He could hear the driver of the car on the phone, trying to get an ambulance. He could tell by the man's voice that it wasn't likely that his brother would make it.

"Wonnie!" Jungkook shouted, hoping it would wake his brother like it did in the mornings. Hoping Wonwoo would sit up, slightly groggy and then smile and tickle the younger until tears sprung from his eyes, just like in the mornings. Hoping they'd go and get some form of snack and mess around and make each other laugh, just like they did in the mornings. But he didn't.

"Wonnie.." Jungkook said softly as he cried, hand on his brother's heart.

The driver pushed Jungkook away towards the car, where he leaned against the hood. The driver listened to his phone as instructions on what to do came through. He pushed down on Wonwoo's chest several times before blowing into his mouth. CPR. Jungkook had heard about this on TV. He never thought he'd see it in real life, he had wanted to though. He didn't anymore.

He could hear the sirens of an ambulance ringing somewhere close. Maybe they were close enough. Maybe he'd get to hear Wonwoo's voice again. See his smile. The sirens. They were close. So close.

Jungkook's hands tingled against the table as his phone vibrated with it's ringtone quietly filling the café air. An incoming call was displayed on the phone screen. The phone call vanished off the screen as it hit it's fourth ring. Jungkook picked the device up and checked the call log. An unknown number. He decided that if it was important, the unknown number would call back.

Jungkook rubbed his side. It still hurt sometimes. Not as bad as when it first happened or the days after. It mostly hurt when he thought too much about it. The stitches had hurt like hell for the nine year old. It had hurt even more in the car ride home with Wonwoo's seat empty. It had hurt just as much when his parents cried and ignored him for weeks on end before resolving it all by blaming him. It was his fault after all. All his fault. If he hadn't run out into the road, listened to his brother, things would be different, far different. 

His phone buzzed again, sending vibrations against the café table. The phone's quiet ringtone that had been turned down to one of the lowest settings he could put it on, resonated out of the device. It was a soft tune, one of the more peaceful presets. Something that wasn't so loud that it scared the crap out of the brunette the few times he did receive a call. 

This was his first cell phone or newer electronic device and he still wasn't quite used to the noises. Wonwoo was supposed to get one when he turned thirteen. Jungkook was too but it didn't quite turn out that way. He'd only heard the generic ring of a house phone and even that bothered him to a certain extent. Occasionally at school he'd hear a phone ring but it was more quieted from either being in a pocket or locker. He hated loud noises which is why he hung out in Got Jams? and had the jobs he did. They were all smaller, way more quiet spaces that were hardly ever filled with people. Jungkook's eyes scanned the caller tag and found that it was the number from before. The unknown number had called back.

Jungkook slid the green button and pressed the phone to his ear as he saw Yoongi's car pull into the parking lot, "Hello?"

"Jeon Jungkook?" A male's voice said over the line.

"Yes?"

"We've got some unfortunate news about your apartment building."

Jungkook sighed, he knew that the rain was bound to screw something up, "What's wrong?"

"The apartment building has flooded, to say the least."

"What?" Jungkook said, straightening his posture out of surprise.

"The place has lived far too long and nobody was taking care of it properly. The water found it's way in and still is. We doubt they'll be able to repair the damages and even if they do, it'll take months."

"Where am I supposed to go?"

"Some place other than there. Come by sometime soon to collect your things. Everything that's left behind will be taken to a dump."

Jungkook sat in silence for a second. Sure, the damage had always affected something, but not on this large of a scale. Where in the hell was he going to go? He wasn't going to impose himself on Namjoon or Yoongi. He knew all too well that he would only be an unwanted bother. That no one really wanted him around for longer then a couple of hours. There was only one place that he knew of that he could go and it sent a chill down his spine.

"We're sorry for the inconvenience." The man said, breaking the silence between the two. 

"N-No, it's alright. I'll be by soon to pick my things up."

"Alright. We're very sorry and we hope you'll be able to relocate alright."

"Thank you. Bye." Jungkook hit the little red button and stood from his seat just as Yoongi came inside.

"Hey, Kook. Where are you going?" Yoongi asked, stopping the brunette.

"Back to my apartment." 

"Is something wrong? You look stressed."

"My apartment flooded." Jungkook said, maneuvering around the mint haired towards the door, "Look, we'll hang out after I get all of this settled, okay?"

"Oh my God." Yoongi said, following behind Jungkook, "I'm coming with you."

"What?" Jungkook stopped and turned around.

"I'm coming with you to help."

"Don't you have to work?"

"I have plenty of sick days lined up and Namjoon will never know."

"Are you sure? I mean, you don't have to."

"I'd like to. I can't imagine how stressful this whole thing must be."

"Okay." Jungkook sighed.

"C'mon, we'll take my car." Yoongi said, leading Jungkook out of the café and into the slow drizzle.

There was only one place for him to go. Home.

Word Count: 1874

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I'm gonna finish this story this weekend. 1.5 chapters to go. Gosh that makes me want to cry.
I'm going to surprise you guys, I wrote an article for my school's newspaper. It's my first ever properly published work, so I'm super excited about it. A plus, it's about K-pop :)
I've delved deeper into Pink Fantasy, they're one of my favorite groups now. Stan those girls!!