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"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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