powerboys | You'll find it, the galaxy inside you

"I'm not your appa, I'm your doctor." However, Jin still bent down so he could pull Jimin into a hug, holding him, remembering that Suga had told him that Jimin liked hugs and cuddles. He was so tiny. So fragile. Jin was so relieved that he had pulled through, but he would need a lot more care and the thought alone that he didn't have loving parents who'd take care of him was breaking his heart a little. "Is Min Teddy feeling better now, Jiminie?"

Jin smiled and gently stroked Jimin's hair. "And how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. I feel good. Min Teddy says he feels sick still. He's ... He's happy to be in a nicer bed though cause I was sick in his bed." And it wasn't very nice at all. He felt bad about it. Luckily Min Teddy was very forgiving. He clung to Jin as soon as he had the option, not easily letting go. His little fingers hooked into Jin's doctor coat. "He says his body and his head hurts still and he's hungry."

Jimin hadn't been able to keep anything down for so long, feeling better meant he was just that bit more hungry. "Appa, can you feed me and Min Teddy?" He blinked at Jin and inhaled a little. He smelled of aftershave. He smelled like a good appa. "We're hungry."

"We have breakfast coming in a minute. Do you like pancakes? We'll have pancakes with bananas, that's a nice breakfast." And it should be relatively easy for him to get used to eating food again. Jin was fairly confident he'd manage to keep it down. "Your body did a really good job, you know? It fended off all the things making you sick and now it's really tired and sore from all the work it has done."

Jin cuddled the boy close to reward him for how brave his little body had fought. "I can feed you. And then there's going to be a nice nurse who'll help you wash, so you smell nice and are all clean, like Min Teddy." Then they could change his sheets and hopefully keep any new sickness from striking.

"Can you do it, appa? We could take a bath together. Me and Yoongi-hyung did that once! There's a bath with lots of people and it's warm. It's all bubbly and nice. He couldn't use shampoo there but I liked that. It hurts my eyes." The warm jets at the public pool on free swim day had been a luxury Jimin had not forgotten. "We can eat then have a bath." He nodded with determination, very pleased by his day plans and turning his head to tell them to Min Teddy.

Namjoon came in and sipped his coffee, leaning in the doorway. "Should we wake, Suga?"

"Shhh. No. Yoongi-hyung doesn't get a lotta sleep so we gotta let him sleep when he does." Jimin informed them wisely and, yes, unlike the others, he hadn't been briefed on the name situation.

"Min Yoongi, hm?" Jin was sure that Namjoon had caught that. Good, that might be key to unlocking this, with Suga clearly being the leader of the pack. "I can't help you with the bath, that's not my job, but the guy who'll do it is really nice. I think you might even get a duck to play with." Jin smiled and ran a hand through Jimin's filthy hair. But so much energy! He really was on the mend.

"What's your name, Jiminie? Your full name." Might as well take advantage of the leak they'd found. "Do you know the other boys' names too? Or are you still too little to know?"

"Nuh-uh! I'm big." Jimin pouted a little as he looked at Jin and then playfully slapped his shoulder. "Don't tease me, appa, I'm sick."

"... Appa?" Okay, he might have been in the middle of sending over the name Min Yoongi but when did he become appa and how could he stop it? "He's not your appa, silly. He's a doctor."

"Doctor-appa." Jimin nodded and then proudly put his hand on his chest. "I'm Park Jimin. I can spell it too. My brothers are Taehyung and Jungkook. I'm their hyung."

"Are you all Park boys then?"

"No, silly, Taehyung is a Kim and Jungkook is a Jeon." See, he knew all the names. He smiled proudly. "And this is Min Teddy." He held his bear up so Jin and Namjoon could see him too. "He's a Min like Yoongi-hyung."

"Does Hobi have a full name too?" They were at four out of five, that was pretty good. Jin smiled, playing with Jimin's hair still. "I'm not an appa. I can be a hyung, yes? Jin-hyung."

That was a lot less dangerous, he hoped. This child was so cute, he really didn't want to tell him not to call him just about anything he wanted to call him. He was too cute to be told 'no'. "You must be a very good hyung to Tae and Jungkook. They all ask about you all the time. They were very happy when I told them that you were doing better."

Well, Tae had started crying, but Hobi had assured him that they were happy tears.

"Hoseok... I dunno, he has a J surname but it's not Jeon." He forgot. He felt bad but he shrugged, knowing Hobi wouldn't mind. "He's my hope." He nodded and then launched forward so he could hold onto Jin again, getting his hugs in before he left. He would leave. All grown ups left. He just wanted some cuddles first. Namjoon discreetly slipped out to call in what he knew and Jimin didn't notice, he just clung to Jin and snuggled him.

"I wanna see my friends. Jin-hyung, I was so sick." He didn't like being sick, already he was losing energy as he sluggishly felt the sickness wear on him. "I didn't get to see them in forever."

So, so long. He looked over at Yoongi and bit his lower lip. "Did you check up my hyungs too? Yoongi fell. He hurt his knee. Did you check? Did you check?" Yoongi had been limping for a while but he stopped recently, Jimin knew, he was always watching. It didn't mean it was better though. "You gotta check."

"Tell you what. After you've had breakfast and cleaned, they can come say hi to you. But only for a little bit, then you need to sleep some more. You'll feel better soon, then you can play." Maybe. Maybe by then they wouldn't even be together any more, especially now they had the names. Mostly there wasn't enough reason to keep the boys in hospital for more than a day or two and he knew they'd want to rush them out to save the costs.

The thought made his heart hurt and so he definitely decided that he'd make sure they saw each other before Jimin fell back asleep. "I'll check Yoongi up again later. He didn't want to leave you at all, so I couldn't check a lot. Are your hyungs good hyungs?"

"The best." He looked at Yoongi and then felt a horrible, scared feeling hit him. Yoongi said no adults, no hospitals, no going to anyone or they'd all be apart. And he belatedly realised he was cling to a grown up. A grown up doctor. He clung a little harder now, panic hitting him. "You're not gonna make my hyungs go away, are you? I need them! I need them!"

Oh no, what if they left? What if he didn't get to see his friends? His lower lip wobbled as he gripped onto Jin.

"Don't let my appa get me again. You can be my appa. Everyone's appa. Please, please, please? We'll be so good!"

"Shh, Jimin, it's okay. It's okay, darling." Jin hugged him so close and felt awful. There wasn't anything that he could do about it, just an empty reassurance. He could hope that whoever was Jimin's appa wouldn't ever get him again, but he doubted that all five of these boys would get to stay together. It made him sad, just to think about. He was relieved when the door opened and a nurse came in with a tray for Jimin.

Jin let go of Jimin, smiling. "Look, breakfast. I'll teach you a trick." He reached for the small package of jam and opened it, using the knife to put the jam on it like a smiling face. "See? Now you have to smile too."

Jimin kept a hand on Jin, not sure if he was happy or not. He watched the trick and he smiled a little but he was crying and scared, he didn't realise how scary it was until now and he didn't feel good. He leaned into Jin and clung. "I'm sick. You can't send me away from my hyungs. Not when I'm sick. I'll die! I'll die without them."

He had decided. He would not be without them. With a small frown, he took a piece of the pancake with his hand, not very good at using a knife and fork. He sampled it, too afraid to be happy. "Appas make pancakes."

Namjoon came in and leaned in the doorway, looking a little uneasy. "Woah, look at you, eating like a champ. Such a hero." These kids really bummed him out.

Yoongi had been sleeping and he had a lot of sleep to catch up on, but he was curled up in a chair and that wasn't exactly comfortable, so it wasn't surprising that he woke up with all the commotion going on. It took him a little while to remember where he was, but finally he got up, walking over to the bed and simply climbing on it, picking up the knife and fork. "Let hyung help, Jiminie."

Looking up at Jin, he frowned. "You can go work."

"...all right then." Jin took that as him being dismissed, but he smiled at Jimin anyway. "I'll send the nice nurse to help you get clean, yes? And then I'll check on you later."

He ruffled his hair once more, then got up, heading for the door and grabbing Namjoon on his way out. He closed the door, hugging his husband close.

"Bad news?" He knew him well.

As Jin left, Jimin wailed and tried to grab him again. "Nooo! Come back! Come back soon!" Jimin sniffled and raised his hand, wiping at his face before he went straight into Yoongi's arms. "Don't leave me, hyung. I'm sick."

Namjoon sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Well, they're all from the same care home, as I suspected, they ran away two months ago. There was an incident at the care home, one of the previous staff there slapped Taehyung and left a mark. While the board was dealing with it, they left." And honestly, he didn't blame them. How could they trust when they were hurt by the people who were supposed to care? "I've only skimmed their files but Jesus, Jin, I can't even think of a way around this."

What did they do? He couldn't risk any of them. It felt too personal now. He felt for them, so much. He remembered that fear, the pain. "Shit, I need a plan."

"Shh. Come on, let's go sit down." Jin wrapped an arm around Namjoon and led him with him, pausing only briefly to ask a nurse they met on the way to please bring breakfast for Yoongi as well. Although he already suspected he might have to supplement that with another sandwich, given both Hobi and Yoongi seemed reluctant to eat anything unless their boys were already well fed. Such sweet boys.

He walked into the break room - after knocking - then, reassured that it was empty, pulled Namjoon over onto the couch. He leaned in to kiss him gently, then took a deep breath. "All right. Tell me what you found out. We will make a plan. I can't believe someone slapped Taehyung. He's so sweet!"

"People are dicks, they'll hurt kids. It's not always something you'd expect but it happens." Namjoon felt his insides get cold. "Yoongi ditched his home, ran away, there's not a lot on file for him but I can take a guess. Dodgy mom, fucked up boyfriend, sounds like a mess. You don't have body language like that if you're treated well. Jimin's dad is in prison for not only beating his boy but for accessing child porn so make of that what you will." He was hoping the bastard kept that hobby to himself and didn't inflict it on his boy. "Jungkook was just left in an apartment by his mother and Tae is--"

Tae was him. A good boy just trying to live his life but his dickhead father wouldn't let him. And Taehyung's father did not hold back. "The bastard beat that boy half to death. Literally. His dad is... he's just like my -- he's a scumbag. I can't let this happen again."

He put his head in his heads, feeling raw wounds getting opened. "Jin, I have to protect them. All of them. They deserve a chance."

Jin wasn't sure what exactly to do. Of course he knew a lot about Namjoon's past, enough for his heart to hurt for him just as it did for the boys, but he wasn't sure what to say. He wrapped his arms around Namjoon and held him close, glad they they at least had some privacy in here. He kissed the top of Namjoon's head, hugging him so close. "I see. I understand."

But what could they do, realistically? "What is going to happen to them now?"

"They don't want to take them into care until they find a new place with spaces so they'd going to separate them and send them to foster carers." By the end of today, unless they found someone to take four kids with a potential of a fifth when Jimin recovered, they were going to be pulled apart. "The most they've found is a couple willing to take two at a time. We just need someone who'd take five."

Until they could sort stuff out, find them a stable place to stay, he didn't even know what way to go forward. "Do your parents know anyone? Rich people love sad causes, don't they?"

"...I don't know if my parents know someone randomly willing to take in five children off the streets." They were adorable children and Jin knew why Namjoon wanted to help. He wanted to help too! But he had to think about it from a stranger's perspective and, well. He couldn't exactly blame people for being wary in that situation.

"I don't know. I can try calling them." It couldn't hurt, at least. "I don't want this to happen, Joonie. That's exactly what Suga... Yoongi talked about, and I don't want him to be right. It's too depressing."

"You know... we have a spare room. We should whack a load of bunk beds in there." He was sure they could pull off the spare for now but he knew that was a big ask and hell, he didn't want kids. He couldn't take care of them but ... it would be a for a few days and then they got to be together. "We could do it for a day or two so I can go out there and find them a better foster home. I'm not suggesting we keep them. God, we're busy people but -- I can talk to my boss. Maybe get some time off."

He put his head in his hands and sighed. "I'm so sorry, hyung. I see kids like me and I get so weak. I just remember being them and wishing for once that one adult would help me. I always thought I'd be that adult when I was older..." It felt wrong not to step in.

"You are already that adult, love. Jimin would be dead if you and Jackson hadn't found them." Jin cupped the side of Namjoon's face and tried to get him to look at him, wishing he could somehow ease all that hurt he carried around inside him. Perhaps that was a step toward that. "We have a spare room," he agreed, trying to think about it logically.

"I suppose we can order bunk beds and pay to have them put up too." Because he didn't have time to do that and Namjoon just should not even try. "Jimin is going to have to stay here for a few more days at the very least. But we can take the other four home. Provided we can talk Suga into leaving Jimin."

He smiled, just a little bit. "If you are sure? I thought you didn't want kids yet."

"It's temporary. I'll talk to the kids. We can have a mini kid meeting while they see Jimin. It's the worst when you're a kid and you don't know what's happening, don't get a say. They're probably all sick with worry. We'll talk to them and we'll assume Jimin he'll be fine. If he needs anyone, you pretty much live here lately." He'd have Jin, at least. That was something. Besides, it wouldn't be long before the boy was strong enough to go home.

And hopefully by then, they'd have a home for them. "Are you sure you want to do this? It could be a bit much."

For both of them, really.

"I do, but I'll have to pass out pretty hard when I get home." He had slept for a few hours in the break room earlier, but that really wasn't the same as sleeping in his own bed. "I'm sure that I want to make you happy. That's what I promised, isn't it? I think you need this to make you happy. Besides, these kids are making my heart hurt too. You're not alone in that."

He gave Namjoon a tight hug, then kissed his cheek. "I have to get back to work, but you can use our joined account to order the bunk beds?"

"On it. Focus on work and sleep. I'll handle this mess." Namjoon smiled and gave his husband a kiss, reaching up to cup his face with a soft smile. "I love you so much. Every single day, it gets more and more. I'm so glad I found you. My Jinnie-hyung. Worldwide handsome." With a small laugh, he pulled back and got up, stretching. "I'll go order a bunch of stuff. Wish me luck."

You'll find it, the galaxy inside you

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