Seokjin finds the boy on his way back from work.
He’s looks no older than sixteen, and he’s shivering violently, stumbling along the side of the road.
Normally, Seokjin would keep driving. He’s seen too much working in a small hospital near the slums. He’s seen it all, and as much as it breaks his heart, he can’t save everyone.
But what makes him pause is the young boy’s nudity, along with the unmistakable rivulets of red running down his back and the hand prints on his thighs and hips, visible even through the blurred windshield and the whipping rain and wind.
Seokjin’s heart clenches, and he ignores the dampened upholstery when he stops alongside the boy and rolls down the window.
“Hey, are you—” Seokjin stiffens and chokes on his words.
Even through the dampening effect of the storm, the cloying scent of caramel and chocolate clobbers him in the face.
The boy is in heat.
(Alt: Jungkook has no one until Seokjin finds him and brings him home. There, he finds six people to call home.)
Bookmarked by Daniee
16 Mar 2018