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“Go on, run!” Yoongi hears his own voice distant as he takes off, running as fast as his legs allow him from the “crime scene”. The others run in different directions, with the exception of Jungkook and Jimin, who follow him like lost puppies.
To be honest, they didn’t do anything so terrible. Painting a couple walls and throwing around some bins in an alleyway isn’t something Yoongi thinks worthy of police attention—the neighbors, however, seem to think otherwise. It’s not like they burnt the trash they scattered around. Although for some of the boys it wouldn’t be the first time.
The three friends run away from the shouting men dressed in blue uniform, who follow them as fast as they can. They always send the older ones to deal with the youth, and Yoongi thinks it’s both hilarious, and a little bit sarcastic. Jungkook and Jimin run after him, holding hands as if losing the other would mean the end of the world. Maybe to them, it would. After all, they are each other’s only family, although Yoongi tries to be as much of a big brother as he can. He knows it’s not the same between them.
“Hyungs! This way, come!” Jungkook’s voice still sounds like a young, scared kid sometimes. It makes Yoongi’s heart sink in his chest, because it reminds him of the day he and Jimin turned up at the old bus station, holding their hands the same way they do now.
Jimin is pulled by Jungkook into a dark alleyway, and Yoongi quickly follows them. His green hair sticks to his forehead with the wind, but also with sweat, and his shiny leather jacket slips off his shoulders a little, revealing the braces attached to his trousers. His chunky Dr. Martens are not the most comfortable to run with, but it doesn't matter. The adrenaline rushing through their veins makes them all smile—feel something. After many years bottling their emotions up, perhaps this is their therapy to show their feelings, to feel a spark of happiness in the darkness that surrounds their renegade lives.
Jungkook props himself over a big skip, and waits for Jimin to jump to pull his hand, and help him get up. The orange-haired boy looks back searching for Yoongi, who arrives in time for Jungkook to finish climbing the wall behind them. The three of them make it safely to the other side after walking over a not-so-safe roof for a few metres.
“Fucking hell, that was wild,” Jimin chuckles, his chest rising and lowering quickly as he tries to recover his breath. On his sides, both Yoongi and Jungkook are panting heavily, too. “How do we make it back home now? I don’t know this part of the city so well,” he says between shaky breaths, as he offers his open hands to both men sitting at either side of him. Yoongi takes it, even though their palms are sweaty and a bit way-too-warm.
“Ya bloody kids! I’m finding you, you hear me?! I will find you and you will deal with the consequences!” A distant voice comes from the other side of the alleyway, from where they have just crossed. It’s definitely angry, and comes out as a raging grunt that makes Yoongi worry a little bit. Perhaps they pulled their strings a little too much today.
“I don’t know, but let’s keep quiet and get going… I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Yoongi jumps up to his feet, then offers his hands to pull up the couple.
“Where did Taehyung and Namjoon go? Are Hobi and Jin home?” Jungkook asks as he dusts his pants off. His voice is a little broken. In a way, the sound breaks Yoongi’s heart, too, but then he remembers why Jungkook is there with him—the way his clothes are so similar in style to Yoongi’s, and he acts like a younger version of himself, reminds him that it’s his own fault that Jungkook is here. Jimin too. He should have been a better older brother.
“They took their own way… we can’t do anything for them right now, but I’ll try to find them when we’re safe,” Yoongi offers. Jimin bites his lip—Yoongi knows Taehyung is his best friend, besides Jungkook. But his relationship with Jungkook is much, much different—and both younger men nod along to his words. “Let’s get going, we should-”
The brightness of a blue light hits Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes, which narrow and cover them in order to be able to see who’s pointing at them with it. They instantly put their hands up—never letting go of their interlaced fingers, of course—and their faces drop, serious. Yoongi can see fear in their eyes, even if they try to hide it with tough expressions.
“Put your hands up and turn around slowly!” the angry voice that addressed them from the other side just a few minutes ago shouts behind Yoongi now.
He moves slowly, aware of what fast movements can trigger when it comes to angry police. Once his hands are interlaced behind his head, he turns around slowly, but the cold of the metal handcuffs finds the touch of his skin much quicker. A nudge behind his knees makes them falter, and he drops to the ground as a consequence. His friends get handcuffed right before his eyes as well, and the policemen sit them against the concrete wall where they rested just a few minutes back.
“Have you been drinking, son?” one of the men dressed in blue asks Jungkook, who just turns his head to the side. “You don’t look old enough to me… have you got any identification?” the policeman searches through his pockets, and Jimin hisses next to them. He’s never liked people touching Jungkook, and in his eyes Yoongi can see hatred and burning fire as he glares at the officer. He’s intelligent enough not to say anything, but he scoots as close as possible to his boyfriend without being noticed by the man who pads his own clothes down.
“I’m sorry officer…” Jungkook says through his teeth, faking a smile, “Is there a certain age you’re supposed to be? Cause nobody told me,” he excuses with cunning. If the policeman picks up on it, he doesn’t pay it any mind. A van arrives right after, and the officers share some words that Yoongi can’t hear. The one padding him down finds his driving license, and Yoongi curses through his teeth.
“Don’t you have other people to chase? You know, proper criminals and shit? Perhaps the people who take our tax money to buy themselves pretty things?” Jimin spits, his sly personality starting to shine through.
“Shut up kid,” the policeman responsible for him nudges his leg with his boot, and Yoongi feels rage blooming in his stomach. “A pair of pansies like you shouldn’t be playing tough around the streets… it’s late for two princesses like you,” the man touches Jimin’s chin with his pointer finger and winks at Jungkook, and Yoongi can see Jimin on the verge of snapping. Instead, Yoongi lets his rage take over, pushing the officer in front of him aside as he stands up and walks to the one next to Jimin. Jungkook bites his lip hard, until blood can be seen drawing out of the wound.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?!” Yoongi spits in the man’s face, who cleans the saliva off his cheek with a smile.
It’s too quick for Yoongi to anticipate. The officer bumps his head against Yoongi’s, making him drop to the floor. His ears buzz. His lip throbs. The faint sound of screaming of Jimin and Jungkook reaches him, as he tries to move—and although the handcuffs make it difficult, he tries to stand up. However, the hard sole of a military boot reaches his stomach, making him drop with force to the floor again.
Jimin holds tightly onto Jungkook, who cries his eyes out—Yoongi sees their shapes get smaller and smaller as he’s taken away, into the police van. He guesses the one officer who stays with them is taking their names, and their addresses, although it doesn’t matter. Their parents won’t care—they never have. That’s why Yoongi took them into his—not anymore—abandoned house, fed them, raised them, and cared for them.
Yoongi is kicked into the back of the van harshly, but it’s nothing he can’t take. As the only legal adult, he will take responsibility for Jimin and Jungkook’s vandalism, too. He’s okay with that. He’s also okay with leaving them alone, to find their way home—they will be alright as long as they’re together; they always have been.
The doors trap him in the back of the dark vehicle, and now Yoongi can only see who he considers his family through a small, fenced window. Jimin kisses Jungkook carefully when the policemen get inside the car, leaving them all alone in the street. They don’t even care to take them to their parent’s homes, even if Yoongi knows Jimin and Jungkook wouldn’t want to go. Inside, he feels warm—their love is so strong, Yoongi is sure he will never see anything like it. It’s too special.
It’s undetermined how long it takes for him to reach the station, and as soon as Yoongi is pushed into the building he smiles. Taehyung and Namjoon wait on opposite chairs, handcuffed to their seats. They smile warmly at each other, then at Yoongi. He’s happy to see his other family members here. He plops down next to Taehyung, who cuddles up to him, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Jin and Hobi are coming,” Namjoon says, smiling nonchalantly. Taehyung wiggles his feet with glee. “They will pick up Jimin and Jungkook and come get us.”
“Ah, Hoba, what would I do without you?” Yoongi wanders out loud. He knows his boyfriend won’t be too happy about getting him out of jail once again, but it’s okay. It’s been the other way around many times.