powerboys | You're my everything, please go away

"I can clean the kitchen." Yoongi wasn't expecting any money out of it or whatever, but he knew he owed Namjoon for all of this, so he might as well. Besides, he knew how to clean kitchens. Might be good to have some routine as he calmed down. "Jungkook will help. And Dooly will too."

Well, he looked like a helpful dinosaur. Yoongi petted the doll a little, then just looked at Namjoon, even though he avoided his eyes. "I can clean the kitchen and make soup. Is that okay? Jungkook wants to learn how to make soup. And all the kids here can have some."

"That'd be amazing. Thank you so much, hyung." He turned his head and looked at Dooly, holding his hands out. "I can get Dooly all fixed and cleaned, do you want to give him to me and I can take him to a special doctor?" Jungkook hesitated, nervous and afraid to give up his emotional support but he did, holding it up. Namjoon collected the toy and smiled.

"I'll go get this fixed, you two can cook and feed us. I'm so hungry."

He smiled at Yoongi and held up Dooly's hand so he could wave by to Jungkook, who giggled and waved too. Jungkook hugged onto Yoongi's leg and nuzzled him. "Shall we cook now, hyung? I gotta wash my hands again cause cleanness is important for cooking." See, he learned.

"Uh-huh. That's also why Dooly had to go get cleaned, y'know? Next time you cook, Dooly can help you." Yoongi smiled at Jungkook and then he lifted him up so he could help him wash his hands again and do the same.

Not long after, he was chopping vegetable and showing Jungkook how to peel, a pot already simmering on the stove. "My eomma had a restaurant, so I know a lot about how to keep a kitchen clean. That's always the most important thing. Hygiene."

Might as well teach him important and difficult words. "We will start by cleaning all the surfaces and the sink and then we clean the floor. It has to be so clean, you can almost see yourself in it."

"Hygiene!" Jungkook cheered for hygiene because why not? He took his role very seriously and cleaned whatever was asked of him, scrubbing as hard as he could. "My eomma worked at home, she had a lot of people come over. Men. They weren't all good men but some were really nice." They gave him candy and called him things like kiddo and champ. He was a champ.

He smiled a little, sticking his tongue out as he finished cleaning the counter and moving along to the next surface. "I had a sometimes appa but he was mean so I don't want to see him ever."

Which is what made him kind of worried. "The policemen will want me to see him and I don't wanna."

"...I see." Yoongi frowned, wondering. "He's not your real appa, right?"

He had to wonder. Jungkook was four. Yoongi didn't want him to have to end up with one of his mother's johns - because he had to assume that was what it was, not that he judged her - especially if it was one he disliked. He moved over to quickly go over the surface Jungkook had cleaned, just making sure it was really clean. He was a young kid after all.

"Do you know who your real appa is? Have you ever met him?"

"I dunno. Eomma said he was appa now. He said he'd sell me to the circus if he had to live with me." He wasn't sure who his appa was but he was around the most and he didn't overly like him. He didn't want to live at the circus! He cleaned harder and then peered into the surface, checking if he could see himself. Not good enough, he'd keep cleaning! "Eomma gave him money."

So, mostly likely, more an employer than a father but Jungkook always had to call him appa and be polite.

"I had lots of appas." He finished cleaning and hopped down so he could start on the table, excited to do a good job and be praised. "I never had a hyung though."

"I see." Yoongi frowned, still thinking. "You are so fast, Jungkookie! And everything is so clean. Wow, you are amazing!"

He really had to figure this out. Quickly. "Jungkook, you know... If people thought that I was your appa, your real appa, that would mean you could stay with me."

This was a horrible plan for so many, many reasons, but somehow at that moment it seemed like a great suggestion to make. "I could be, you know? I'm old enough."

Barely.

"My appa?" Jungkook giggled at his hyung, not sure if he was serious or not. He frowned at him when he saw how Yoongi was looking at him. "I ... My eomma said one of the good men was my appa so maybe you're one of the good men?" He wasn't sure. Could he be his appa? He frowned and tilted his head to the side, trying to recall Yoongi.

"You are a grown up." And that was pretty much the main qualifier for appa when it came to young kids. Male, older, caring. "Can you be my appa?"

Then he wouldn't have to go with the police and be alone and scared any more. He looked curiously at Yoongi. "I could clean every day and make us money so we can ride the nice bus! I'll even only eat a little, tiny bit and I'll never be in the way."

"Yeah, I'm a grown up. I'm your appa." Damn. This was probably a really dumb idea, but if he could now keep Namjoon from calling the cops, he might be able to keep this up long enough to... To get a job, he supposed. He turned to open one of the cupboards and found a bucket, filling it so he could start cleaning the floor, as promised.

"Hey, Jungkookie, can you tell me your eomma's name?" He should maybe know that if he was going to fake all of this. Although he had no idea how to proceed. Damn, he'd need papers for Jungkook and... No, this really likely wouldn't work, but he could try. It was better than burning, right?

"Jeon Hyun-Ae." Jungkook informed him with a smile as he did a little dance where he stood, squealing excitedly as he climbed up a chair so he didn't get wet while Yoongi mopped. "I have an appa! This means I won't be all alone. We can be together, hy-- appa. And I'll help you and you'll help me so we won't be lonely or sad."

And soon he'd get Dooly back and they'd be a whole family. He continued to clean the table, singing to himself as he did, By the time Namjoon came back, holding a boy in his arms, he looked around in awe. "Damn... you really cleaned. Man. I can see my face in the floor. Can you see yours, TaeTae?"

Namjoon tilted Tae playfully towards the floor, pretending to drop him.

"YES! Whoooah, hyung, look how clean things can be!" Tae only giggled at Namjoon pretending to drop, clearly not actually worried. He smiled at Jungkook, waving eagerly. "I watched your Dooly getting surgery! He was really brave and I held his hand so he wouldn't be scared. Now he's getting all clean!"

He had been very fascinated by the whole process.

"I'm good at cleaning." Yoongi looked around, fairly happy at how it looked now. The soup was smelling good now, so hey. He had done something productive today. And he might be about to do something really stupid. Yoongi looked at Namjoon, taking a deep breath. "Can we talk?"

"Oh, Tae, do you want to show Jungkookie where Dooly is? I bet he wants to see him already." He set Tae on the floor and went over to help Jungkook off the chair, making sure Tae was holding his hand tight. Jungkook smiled shyly and waved, nervous and unsure, giving Yoongi timid looks. He hoped his hyung would still be here when he came back. "Don't let go to Jungkook's hand, he's still little so go be a really good hyung and show him where Dooly is taking a bath. I'm sure Ji-eun will help you get him out to dry."

Ruffling Tae's hair, he adjusted his shirt for him so it was less wonky and gave Tae a thumbs up.

He looked at Yoongi, unsure where this was going but he needed to talk to Yoongi anyway. He wasn't sure where the boy had been found and he needed details if he was calling the cops. "What's up, hyung?"

"So." Yoongi had watched Jungkook walk away with Tae, to make sure that Tae was being a good hyung. He seemed to be, excitedly chattering away about how Dooly had been given an injection to be in less pain and overall seeming very excited that he got to be a big hyung, the way Namjoon had told him to be.

But now he had to talk to Namjoon and Yoongi took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "Turns out that when I was in my more partying wild phase, some years ago, I got really drunk and had sex with Jungkook's mother."

"... You said you were gay." So why did he fuck a woman? Namjoon stared at Yoongi for a long time, not sure how to respond to this sudden confession. "You said... you said you randomly found him. And he's like four, right?" This seemed off. Was he overthinking it? He was definitely overthinking it. Welcome to Namjoon. "You would have been -- 17?" Oh boy. That was definitely illegal.

He raised an eyebrow and then looked back to where Tae and Jungkook had disappeared. Hmm. He kind of wished he'd gone with them, it'd be a lot less confusing. "A gay 17 year old had a baby with a women he forgot until just now?"

"Well. I didn't tell her that I was seventeen. Or gay." Obviously. Yoongi wasn't sure whether Namjoon not instantly catching on to the very obvious ruse here was a good thing of a bad thing. "All I'm saying is that I'm Jungkook's real father. Or I could be, anyway. Can't afford a test, but hey."

He shrugged. "So you don't have to call the cops. I'll just... Figure out what to do. With my son. I'll get a job." Somehow. Maybe he could at least get clean clothes first. "I'm good at cleaning and cooking, so. I can get a job."

"Uh-huh. This is quite the u-turn." Namjoon couldn't say that he was upset over it but he nodded his head, just letting it sink in. He looked around the kitchen before looking back up at Yoongi. "We're ridiculously short staffed here. Want a job?" He could probably get him one, if he passed the interview. He could just ask the manager, she was in today and she always complained about the place being dirty. The cleaning service they hired never turned up half the time.

"You, uh, you can be paid for today. Maybe. Even if you don't get a job, I think you and your son need a hotel for the night." It was raining out, there was no way they were sleeping outside.

"...seriously?! Yes. Yes, I want that." Because he didn't want to have to spend another night having to worry about Jungkook trembling against him. Maybe if he got some money, they could get a room somewhere. He could get clean, so could Jungkook, and they could use those shampoo things they got for free at hotels to wash their clothes. That would be a good start, depending on how much money he could get out of it.

Yoongi frowned, suddenly feeling taken aback when he realised that the first thing he thought about was how to spend the money to help Jungkook rather than how to buy the most booze. Interesting.

"Good, I'll set something up for you. We can talk to the manager tonight when everything is closed. We're a bit busy right now." He had a lot of kids wanting his attention. Including his brother, who was very independent but had to come back often so show him things he'd found or done. "I'm glad that you are doing this... I mean, it's not easy but it's better than feeling like shit all the time, huh?"

He wasn't judging, he knew that feeling. "I learned that too." He smiled and got out a piece of paper from his pocket and scribbled down his phone number. "You can always call me, you know? If you need help with Jungkookie."

Yoongi nodded his head, almost offering Namjoon help with the kids. But that seemed like a lot. He wasn't good around people, he had already had a breakdown today. But cleaning a kitchen, he could do that. He reached out for the piece of paper, biting down on his lower lip.

"...listen. If I'm supposed to talk to a manager today, I... I don't look like I can clean well, you know?" He knew he was dirty and smelled like it too. "Is there anywhere I could wash?"

"Uhh... yes, sure." Namjoon gestured for Yoongi to follow him and out they went, into the chaos. Kids were playing, screaming, fighting, running around. Several tiny girls were already trying to show Namjoon their drawings as he led Yoongi swiftly through the sea of people. "Those are pretty, girls. I'll come back and see them properly." He smiled kindly and then ushered Yoongi upstairs. Above them was a gym some people liked to use and, of course, it came with showers.

Namjoon ran his pass through so Yoongi could get in without paying. "If you want to wash your clothes too, you can do that. We have a washing machine downstairs. We always have to wash stuff, kids make a mess. I wash all my stuff here, I'm too lazy to buy a washing machine." Namjoon smiled sheepishly as he stopped by the showers. "I hope you don't mind showering with other dudes but it's pretty quiet right now. Week days usually are."

"No, I don't mind." Right now he basically minded anyone being around him. His biggest problem right now was that the washing machine was downstairs and the showers up here, but Yoongi had already spotted a shampoo bottle someone had left behind and he decided that he could use that to temporarily wash his clothes a little. He'd just have to wear wet clothes until they dried, hopefully in time for that interview. And then, eventually down the line, he could have two sets of clothes. First Jungkook needed one.

His son should always come first. "This is great, thanks. Listen, I'm... I can be better than this. I can take care of Jungkook."

"I know you can, hyung. I know." Namjoon had always adored and idolised Yoongi when he was in middle school and Yoongi was a cool senior. He played piano, he seemed so carefree and dismissive and he'd actually given a shit when Namjoon hurt himself. He still remembered that. He blushed so hard on the way home thinking about it that he walked into another lamp post. "I'll bring you up some spare clothes, we keep some stashed in case of accident - you can use my spares but they may be a little big. Hopefully your clothes can be dried quick."

Namjoon bowed low to Yoongi and then looked up, smiling at him. "You'll do fine, hyung."

"I'll do my best." Which he didn't know would be good enough. Still, he could try.

Yoongi undressed once Namjoon was gone, making sure his memories were safe in his pockets. He could transfer things before he put them into the washing machine. For now he focused on finally showering, finally getting clean. It had been a while, he didn't even know how long. Yoongi ended up with a towel wrapped around his waist, staring at himself in the mirror.

The blond had almost grown out of his hair - he really needed a haircut - and he was thin. Still some muscle, luckily he had been in pretty good shape when it all happened, but the malnutrition was obvious. He pulled a face, really not happy with what he was seeing. Jungkook could be happy they weren't actually related.

Namjoon left some clothes out for him with his name written on a piece of paper just on top of them. He was downstairs, waiting for him, readying the washing machine after hanging Dooly up to dry. He sat downstairs, Tae in his lap and Jungkook on the floor, eating some snacks he'd been handed.

He was reading to the two boys, hoping to keep them cool and calm for when Yoongi came back.

"Here, this is the best." TaeTae fed Jungkook a tiny brezel, cause he did honestly think those tasted the best and he didn't want him missing out, other than that he mostly focused on the story, leaning back to better listen.

Yoongi walked into the room carrying his old clothes and wearing clothes that didn't fit him that well, but hey. Oversized was cool. He had combed his hair as best he could with his hands and then used the blow-dryer, so it looked better than it had in a long time.

"Hey, Jungkookie. Did you miss appa?" Might as well get him used to the appa thing.

"Ohhh, you look cool now!" Tae was easily impressed, in this case by the dual-coloured hair. His hyung looked boring by comparison.

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