"Uh, I think so." Jiho laughed awkwardly as he washed his hands in the little water dispenser nearby and then looked at Yoongi, unsure what to say. "I'm an orphan. And I don't remember a lot of my past, I hurt my head as a kid. I came to work here when I was ten so I guess whether or not I did come from here, I can remember being here the longest." The same job, the same cramped little sleep space on the floor, the same people who thought he was too stuck up and lazy. He couldn't remember a life not here. "You're from the north, right?"