Yoongi softly placed the blue crayon against the coloring page where a sea line had been indicated. Blue like the tears that swam down his Mom's face when she thought he wasn't watching. He ran the crayon along the sheet and watched his Mom pace around the kitchen nervously. Upon noticing his stare, his Mom stopped biting her lip and smiled before taking a seat at the table across from him. Her smile faded down as she thought he had stopped watching her and into a small frown and her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.

He knew something was going on. He may be nine, but that didn't mean he was stupid. He knew his Dad hadn't returned home last night and it wasn't because of some business thing, no, he knew it was much worse. His Mom would never be this concerned over a business thing. He hadn't even called to wish him a good night. If he did have some work to do, he'd always call, but he didn't. He didn't even call to let his Mom know where he would be. Yoongi guessed at this point, there was really no point in even trying to hide whatever it was that he was really doing. It had been already discovered, or close enough to it. Yoongi didn't know, but he knew the woman tapping the table and watching the clock across from him knew, and that was enough for his Dad to quit the act.

Yoongi turned and glanced at the clock. Why was she looking at the clock so intensely? What good was it going to do to keep watching it? He looked back at his coloring, the ocean was a deep blue, aka, he colored it too much. He placed the blue down and turned to a lime green before starting on the grass. Green like his Mom's eyes which were seething with some kind of envy and hatred. What could his Dad have done to have provoked such intense worry? It couldn't be too bad, it was his Dad after all, the man who raised and was always there for him. Even if it was, this wasn't anything that the two of them couldn't work out. They were strong. His Mom had been through too much to let it all fall apart.

The clock struck half an hour past four and his Mom's facial expression shifted in to one with slight anger. Yoongi picked up a pink crayon and started on the flower petals. Pink like the soft blush he'd never seen his Mom wear until just a week or two ago. She smiled softly at Yoongi, trying to disguise the new emotion. She stood up from the table and walked over to the phone and dialed a number. She stepped out of the room with the smile still on her face and out of sight. Yoongi returned to working on the petals. His Mom's angry voice traveled about the house.

"Where are you? You were supposed to be here by now." A pause, "I don't care. Just hurry and show up. I want you gone." Another pause, "I will throw your stuff out, don't test me. I expect you here in the next twenty minutes. No negotiation. Bye."

His Mom took a deep breath that seemed to falter. A sniffle. Something was really wrong. What could be going on? A yellow for the middle of the flowers. Yellow like the gold bracelet Yoongi had seen his Dad buy, but never had been worn by his Mom. Circular centers of the flower. Like the face of the clock. The clock his Mom wouldn't stop looking at. The clock that seemed to loom over everything.

His Mom walked back into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway, her fingers fiddling with the ends of her hair. Grey for the mountains. Grey like the color some of his Mom's hair had been slowly turning these past few weeks. The gravel on the driveway outside crunched as something rolled down it. His Mom seemed to shake a little more as the noise ceased.

"Yoongi, sweetheart, can you go upstairs and keep coloring?" She asked, her forehead wrinkling slightly as the sound of a car door closing came from outside.

Yoongi picked up his coloring book and crayons and looked at his Mom with a confused expression.

"N-Nothing's happening. I'll try and explain later, okay?"

Yoongi nodded and climbed the stairs to his room. He set the coloring book down on his desk and picked up a purple for the butterfly's wings. Purple like the color of the bags that sat under his Mom's eyes from the amount of sleepless nights she'd been having. A knock at their front door. His Mom's footsteps as she went to go answer it.

"You finally showed up." His Mom sounded upset.

"Yeah, where's my stuff?" His Dad?

Yoongi stopped coloring for a moment. That was his Dad's voice. What was going on? Why was his Mom so mad at him? Why did he want his stuff?

A thunk, "I can't believe you've done this to me. To us. To Yoongi."

"Don't bring Yoongi into this, Eunji."

"How can I not? You're leaving him too, not just me. Did you even think about him?"

"I-I'm sorry."

"No. No, you're not."

Yoongi slowly grabbed the red crayon from the box and started on the body of the butterfly. Red like the shade of lipstick on his Dad's neck that he knew his Mom would never wear. What had his Dad done? So many questions, most of which he knew would never be answered. This whole thing was a confusing mess. A mess that seemed to have no solution. No amount of love that the two downstairs ever held for each other could fix what had been done. Whatever it was had ripped his Mom's heart in two, something that would never be healed. His Dad seemed okay, a bit saddened, though Yoongi knew it wasn't over the split in their relationship. Yes, he had come to that conclusion. It was the only reason his Mom would be crying and his Dad would be requesting his things all packed and ready to leave. He assumed that his Dad was sad because he had been caught or that his soon to be ex wife was now crying her eyes out or maybe it was over the idea that his love for her had died too soon and that it had come to this.

"I really am sorry, you don't deserve this. Yoongi doesn't either."

"Yet you still did it."

"There wasn't any other way-"

"You could've just told me. You could've just told me when you stopped loving me. It would've hurt less."

"I didn't want to hurt you, Eunji. This was the one way I could still be happy and you would too."

"This hurts so much more, Yoonsung."

"I'm sor-"

"Stop saying that. You aren't sorry that you're leaving me and you definitely aren't sorry that you started loving her. Stop with the lies."

A long moment of silence, "Alright."

"What will I tell Yoongi?" Her voice was hushed, like she didn't want the young boy to hear.

"Whatever you think is best."

"God, that could be so many things. I just, I trusted you to be his father and instead you've gone and done this to us. How do I explain that to a nine year old? You're leaving me to give him the news that his Dad would rather be with some blond headed bimbo than around him."

Silence.

"I should've listened to my mother before I married you. She knew it was a bad idea. I gave up everything for you and this is where it's gotten me."

"I know."

"Why the hell did this happen? How did it slip right past me?"

"Time just ran its course, Eunji, like it's meant to. It took all the excitement out of it for me."

"Did you ever even love me? Was it all just some rouse?"

"I did. I swear I did. I just didn't after a year or two into our relationship. I- The papers will be here in the next few days."

His Mom sniffled. Yoongi assumed his Dad must've reached out to comfort her because his Mom shouted, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me. Just, just get out! Leave, don't come back."

The door opened, "I know you don't believe me, Eunji, but I'm sorry. I really am." The door closed.

Yoongi dropped his crayon and ran to the window. His Dad was walking the path to his car, an old blue one, he wasn't sure of the brand. In the passenger seat was a blond, long haired woman with makeup that wasn't like the neutral palettes his Mom wore. It was bold and strong with deep colors like the shade of burnt red on her lips. Her hair was dyed, of course, but besides that, she dressed very sensibly. She wasn't showing too much cleavage but enough to entice a fair amount of men. Her shirt was an orange V-cut with the very upper portion of her chest showing and it had long sleeves with slight ruffles on the shoulders. She started smiling upon noticing that Yoongi's Dad was walking towards the car. She seemed happy. So did his Dad. He was smiling too. She had a nice smile, not as nice as his Mom's, but that might've been bias. She seemed quite young compared to his Dad. There was definitely an age gap.

She seemed to notice a second person watching her and looked up to meet his gaze. Her smile seemed to fall off of her face as she saw him. She quickly looked away and resumed smiling. His Dad loaded his things into the trunk and then got into his seat. He pecked her lips before starting the car. She pointed at Yoongi's window and his Dad looked up at him. He waved with a faint smile on his face before pulling out of the driveway and was on his merry way down the road. Yoongi went back to his desk and pulled out and orange crayon for the sunset. Orange for the color of the lady in his Dad's front seat's shirt.

His Mom knocked on his half opened door. He didn't respond.

"Yoongi, I'm going to come in, okay, sweet heart?"

The door opened and revealed his puffy eyed Mom. She sat down on his bed, but he kept coloring, not even looking at her as she began to speak.

"Did you hear any of what went on down there?" Silence. "I'll assume that you did." She cleared her throat. "Your Dad is going to be staying somewhere else from now on. You probably won't be seeing much of him anymore, maybe not at all. We're- We're getting a divorce." She sniffled, "I don't want that to affect us, okay? It'll all be okay. If you want to talk, I'll always be here. I get that this can be hard, especially on you, but I want to make it as easy as I can. Yoongi, your Dad and I do love you, don't think that we've done this because of you, because we haven't, okay?" No response. "I love you, Yoongi. I-I'll call you when dinner is ready." She stood up, the bed springs squeaking as she did so. She left the room and closed the door behind her.

Yoongi dropped the crayon. His parents were getting the dreaded divorce. It was every kid's nightmare to hear that word leave their parents' mouths. No one wanted it. The idea of it was terrifying. But here it was happening to him. He just wanted them to be happy and together. He wished the blond haired lady never met his Dad. He wished his Mom and Dad had loved each other. He wished that none of this had ever happened. He wished that -- what was it that his Dad had blamed? -- time, yes, time had never done anything to take his Dad away. He wished that it had never made his Mom change in this way. He hated time.

"Yoongi?"

What?

"Yoongi, wake up." A man's voice said.

Wake up?

"Yoongi."

Yoongi opened his eyes, Namjoon was shaking him awake.

"I'm up, I'm up." He said somewhat groggily.

"We can see, Jungkook." Namjoon said standing up.

"Wait- Really?"

"Yeah, come on."

Yoongi jumped out of his seat and followed him through the halls of the hospital. He'd never been here before. Had no reason to, really. His family was back in Daegu and he'd managed not to get hurt at any point. It was on the far side of town away from the café meaning it wasn't the one he went to when he got his concussion. He supposed that Jungkook had been here a few times, judging on the fact that the nurse at the desk had known who they were talking about and how his family lived so close and probably had to take him there on a few occasions when he was younger. Namjoon turned towards a door labeled 314 and slowly pushed it open.

Jungkook was hooked up to a blood bag. His eyes were closed loosely and his left one was swollen pretty bad but seemed to be going down. His nose was bandaged up in a nose splint and seemed to be red from the little bit that was exposed. His cheek had turned a shade of bluish purple, though Yoongi knew that would darken up eventually. The doctors seemed to have pried his arms away from his chest and had them laying next to his side. His cuts had been stitched up and everything seemed to be in order other than the swelling and bandages.

"The doctor said that he has two broken ribs, a broken nose, and some stitches in a couple of places. They think he might have a concussion, they aren't sure just yet." Namjoon said, taking a seat in one of the chairs placed by the bed.

"All that?" Yoongi asked, looking at Namjoon.

Namjoon nodded, looking at his lap.

"Oh, my poor Kookie." Yoongi said, looking at Jungkook worriedly.

"It'll be okay, Hyung." Namjoon tried to reassure.

Yoongi frowned softly. That's what his Mom had told him, that everything would be okay. It hadn't been. It had all shifted. She wasn't his Mom anymore. She was some shell that overworked herself to the point where she was unrecognizable. Time stole her away from him. Time stole away his father too. His father had left them because things weren't the same anymore. He had left.

Would Jungkook do the same? They found him out. They knew his deepest, darkest secret. Would that make him fear them in a way? Make him embarrassed? Would he feel awkward around them because they saw him at his weakest? What if time made those emotions evolve into so much more? Something so big that it swallowed him whole and enveloped him to the point where he couldn't take it anymore and ran from it all, like his Dad did. Jungkook wouldn't leave them, he wouldn't. Would he? He cared about them too much, the watch on Yoongi's wrist proved it to be true. But emotions were hard to control and beat out, who knew what would happen. He just had to hope-

"Whatever you're thinking, Jungkook will be okay." Namjoon said.

"Do you think, maybe, he'll break away from us? Because of this?" Yoongi said, fiddling with his thumbs.

"I doubt he will, Hyung. We saved him and you know how grateful he'll be. Sure, he'll be awkward at first, but who wouldn't? We just found out his parents hurt him, found him bloodied on a sidewalk, and saw him at this weak stage all in one night. It'll be weird for him, but he'll come around. He did when we first met him, right?"

"Right." Yoongi said, a bit more confidently that he thought he would.

Yoongi took Jungkook's hand in his, "It'll be okay, Kookie. We'll love you for who you are and we always will. Don't fear that, okay?"

"We always will." Namjoon said, smiling at Yoongi as he took Jungkook's hand as well.

Yoongi smiled back. Maybe there really was nothing to fear.

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