Hoseok's look^

Ngl forehead hoseok makes me so pressed

Also, to summarise what we learned from the last two chapters:

Taehyung: experiment 002457-B
Jimin: experiment 002457-A
Jungkook: experiment 002457-C
All three were from the same round of drug trials& were in the same block of the facility at a similar time.
Yoongi: experiment number unknown.
Hoseok: number unknown.
These two were at the facility before the maknae line. Duration unknown.
Seokjin: facility staff (responsibilities unknown)
Namjoon: staff (unknown)
We can assume that one of them had considerable pull to be able to get the maknae line& Suga moved to room together. Both seemingly had a change of heart, and attempted to break all five of the boys out, but only managed to get away with Yoongi and Hoseok.

As for anything else, well. You'll have to wait and see ;)

Forewarning, this is a meaningless fluff/ dumb shit chapter. No consequence to the storyline really, just fleshing out some relationships and giving you an idea the sorta life they have in the safehouse. Next chapter will be continuing the actual story.

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I bolted out of bed at a yelping noise, groggy, but eyes wide. That was Taehyung. Running to the location of the soft whines of pain, I burst into Jimin's room, confused. That only grew as my eyes fell on the sight before me. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I stared. "...What are you doing?"

I felt someone come up behind me, and turned my head. Yoongi was there, in pyjamas, clutching a cactus. I rose my eyebrows, pulling my gaze from the kumamon pyjamas. "The fuck's happening? I heard yelling."

His hair was a mess. I just pointed, and he lowered his spiney weapon, a look of disgust working it's way onto his face.

Jimin and Taehyung sat on the floor, both of them with bloodied earlobes. Jimin had a couple of makeshift earrings (I'm pretty sure one was an unfurled paperclip) jammed through his, now, and Tae still just had a needle protruding through. As he looked at me, he whimpered. "Noona, it hurts."

"The fuck did you expect to happen, dumbass?" Yoongi said, looking annoyed. "Woke me up for this..." although he grubled, he approached them. "Are you both stupid? Why?"

Jimin grinned sheepishly. "I saw it on the internet..."

"He said it'd look cool." Taehyung pouted, sulky, jabbing a thumb at Jimin, who still held the needle in Tae's ear. "He didn't say anything about it hurting..."

"You literally stabbed metal through your body." I said, tiredly, approaching them too as my shock wore off. "Of course it's going to hurt."

"Did you at least sanitise the needle?" Yoongi sighed, Jimin yelping in pain as Yoongi lightly moved his earlobe to get a good look. "Of course you didn't." He sighed again, heavier. "Both of you, come with me."

I followed behind as the two men did as they were told, obediently. They stood ramrod straight in the small kitchenette as Yoongi boiled some water, mixing salt into it with a teaspoon. He gave Jimin a look, unimpressed. "Hold still."

He leaned close and pulled Jimin's homemade earrings out, causing a fresh outpour of blood. The cry of pain earned a somewhat vengeful look from Yoongi. Was he really annoyed that he'd been woken up? He cleaned the wounds with the saltwater, then did the same to Taehyung's one piercing. As the two huddled together, whimpering in pain, he told them to wait, disappearing into his room. When he came back, they both watched him warily, but stayed obediently still as he fixed the earrings into their wounds.

Yoongi sighed, once again. "In future, talk to me before doing any body modification, alright?" The two weren't even listening, dashing off to find a mirror with childlike excitement. Shoving at each other to get a better view, they admired their new piercings.

"Hey, it does look pretty cool." Taehyung mumbled, staring at the stud that adorned his ear. Jimin crowed a laugh.

"Didn't I tell you?" He boasted, fingers on the silver hoops. He looked back at Yoongi. "Thanks, hyung."

The black-haired man finally smiled, looking a bit less grumpy. "Make sure you keep the wounds clean."

"We will!"

I pursed my lips as Taehyung trotted over to me with a puppylike expression. "Noona, doesn't it look cool?"

I snorted. At his expectant face, I couldn't help but pat his head. "Yes, baby. It looks cool." He positively sparkled, trembling with happiness as he turned back to Jimin. Yoongi had risen an eyebrow.

"Baby?" I grimaced at his amused expression.

"Shut up..." I leaned back against the counter, watching the two younger men as they bickered and goofed around. Yoongi did the same, looking relaxed. "What about your job?" Upon asking, realisation struck me. "Shit, what about my job?"

He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. We're going to need new identities, anyway." I gave him a sideways glance, keeping my voice low.

"We are leaving, then." He pressed his lips together.

"Well..." his gaze was fixed intently on Jimin, who currently was behind the sofa, giggling as he evaded the grip of an annoyed Taehyung. "We should. No doubt about it. But..." he folded his arms, pausing, then sighed. "I care about him too, you know? The brat we left behind. It probably sounded like I don't, but... it killed me, leaving him behind a second time."

I pursed my lips. "There was nothing more you could have done."

He sighed again, closing his eyes. "I know." I was beginning to realise that Yoongi was the type to quietly blame himself. "I should have knocked him out and dragged him, that idiot." He unfolded his arms, flexing one hand into a fist, staring at it. "I'd love the opportunity to just... get one solid punch in. Right in the chest. I'd be satisfied, then. Then he wouldn't need to feel guilty, if he came back to us."

I furrowed my brow, staring at the ground, until I realised he was looking at me. "I assume Taehyung filled you in."

I nodded.

His expression was dark. "We... didn't want to leave them behind... we had no choice, guards came out of nowhere...-"

"You don't need to explain yourself to me." I said, cutting him off. Something in his face was so painful, so full of regret, and it was hard to look at. It was a side I'd never seen. I looked to Taehyung. "Tell him that. You all need to clear the air." I looked back to him with half a smile. "As for me, whatever you did in the past doesn't effect my opinion of you."

I wasn't normally so straightforward with my feelings, but I could tell he needed to hear it. He smiled a little in return. "Thanks, Seomin."

I just shrugged, embarrassed, turning back to the two younger men. I giggled as Taehyung tripped and fell over the sofa, landing with a soft whump on his face in the cushions. Jimin practically crumpled to the ground he was laughing so hard. "Why do I feel like a parent at a park watching two children?" The feeling increased as Taehyung realised I was watching, and got off the sofa, shuffling over to me on his knees, his face screwed up with crocodile tears.

"Noona, Jiminie's being mean..." he wrapped his arms round my waist. I sighed, patting his head.

"There, there." I said flatly, and he pulled back, pouting at me.

"You're supposed to call me baby." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Push it and I won't call you at all." I said bluntly, and he grinned playfully, springing back to his feet, somewhat teasing.

"You wouldn't ignore me, you like me too much." My face flushed slightly, very aware of Yoongi and Jimin watching us, and I set my jaw.

"Wanna bet?" He blinked at me, and I pressed my lips together in a hard line. I decided to get some revenge for the teasing and the PDA, so just turned away from him, refusing to meet his gaze. He leaned around me, trying to get me to look at him, and I just turned my head away. This happened once or twice, until I finally stalked off, to our room.

He followed after me, whining my name, trying to get my attention. I felt mean, but at the same time, it was hard not to laugh. I switched on the TV and flopped down on the bed. I focused on the screen, ignoring him completely as poked, shook, and otherwise tried to bother me into acknowledging his existence.

I hadn't counted on his persistence. I'd expected him to give up, and go talk to Jimin again, after a while. But he didn't. He chose instead to lay across me, stomach on my lap, face into the bed, sulking. I just pretended he wasn't there.

After a little while, there was a knock on the door. Taehyung refused to get off of me, so I just pushed myself up with my arms. He rolled onto the mattress limply, uttering a soft, pathetic cry of "noona..."

I just ignored him, going to the door. When I opened it, Namjoon stood there. His gaze flicked briefly to Taehyung, looking confused, but he didn't mention it. "Hoseok and I are heading out for a little while. To pick up some things we need. Want anything?"

I furrowed my brows, "Isn't it risky?"

He smiled a little at my concern, shaking his head. "He and I are the least likely to be recognised. We will be wearing flu masks, though."

I nodded, thoughtful. "Alright. No, thanks. I'm good."

Again, his gaze drifted to Taehyung. He was hanging half off the bed now. "What's with him?"

"I'm ignoring him." I informed him, and he made a noise as though it made sense, just in time for a long, drawn-out complaint of my name to leave Taehyung's lips again. I pressed my lips together, to suppress a laugh.

"Okay, then." Namjoon looked amused. "Well, Jin-hyung has my number if you change your mind. We'll be a few hours."

"Alright." I closed the door, and turned, coming face to face with Taehyung. My eyes widened, a little, before recovering. I went to just step around him, but he moved in my way.

"Stop ignoring me." He said, looking wounded. His fingers grasped my shirt. "Noona, it's lonely..."

Finally, I sighed, a small smile pulling at my lips. "I'm sorry." I said, softly, unable to keep the humour from my voice. Perhaps I really was mean. "You did push me, though."

He puffed out his cheeks, scowling. "You're so stubborn..."

I laughed, at that. "You're just now realising?"

He pouted, sulking still. "Noona..."

My eyes creased in a large smile. "Your sulking face is cute, Taehyungie."

He attempted to maintain the scowl, fighting away a grin, but ultimately failed. Finally, he grabbed ahold of me, crushing me against his chest. I made a squawking noise as he clenched tight, flexing, lifting me into the air. I was thrown over his shoulder abruptly. "Taehyung! Put me down!"

"Vengeance!" He yelled, spinning in circles and laughing insanely. "Never!"

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This some a grade diabetes shit but i had to get it out of my system