Yugyeom stared at Bambam, who had almost mechanically slid under the comforter of his bed. He hadn't uttered a word, not even the customary "goodnight". Flipping the lightswitch off, he followed suit, hesitantly reaching out to Kunpimook on the bed. Cautiously, he wrapped his arms around his waist, trying to ignore the lack of reaction. There wasn't any swatting him away, kicking him out of bed, no giggles or a groan of exasperation.

Nothing.

"What's wrong?"

His head shot up, shocked at the monotone that came out of his best friend's mouth. Bambam was just as taken aback, but quickly gained his composure, looking over his shoulder at the maknae who had attached himself to him.

"What?" Yugyeom's voice was barely a whisper, unsure if he was just imagining the lack of emotion on Bambam's face or even the question he asked.

"You don't cling to me like this for no reason." Unintentionally, it came out harsher than he meant it, but by now he couldn't help it. Yugyeom still flinched anyway.

"I don't know how or why, but you're different. I don't like it." Bambam remained silent, closing his eyes. Yugyeom continued, no longer whispering, but Bambam could practically hear the words despite no sounds coming out. "And I wish you'd let me help."

Jungkook patted the car's hood affectionately. "It doesn't work at all, and overall, it was a piece of crap. Still is, but it can come in handy, for other uses I guess." He pulled open the hood of the car, revealing a bare skeleton of an interior, before slamming it shut again, moving around to inspect the rest of the car. "It seems empty, engine's gone, seats gone, radio and transmission removed." He smiled brightly at Kunpimook, handing him the key to the entrance. "Feel free to use it in anyway you wish, whether it be trashing it or making it a small hideout or whatever. The car and this little space is all yours!"​

Bambam's eyes widened at the news. "How did you even manage to get approval for all this?" He traced the outline of the car's mirror, leaving a clean trail through the grime and dust.

"To be honest, we barely use this spot. Only I really come here, maybe V a couple times, but overall, visits are few and far inbetween. I can't believe how quickly they pitted the car though. Goes to show what I know about mechanics." He ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the walls surrounding them on almost all sides. "You're pretty protected here. And that's from general weather and danger. But also, from anyone trying to bother you. You're under Bangtan's protection here."

Kunpimook swallowed thickly. It wasn't as if he wasn't used to being around gangs and their members, but sometimes he forgot the dangers for associating with them. This seemingly innocent teen in front of him wasn't an exception. Of course he wasn't.

"Thanks."