The lady in the floral dress (whose name was still a mystery to the young boy) showed them through the building. Unlike the previous one, this building was much bigger, with three stories, a backyard and even a small gym area. Okay, a “gym” may have been a bit of an exaggeration; it was a small room with yoga mats, skipping ropes and some stationary bicycles, but it was more than the last orphanage had.

Yoongi felt a strange sense of anger at that; he had everything a little boy could hope for, but how come one place had more than the other? He frowned as he thought about the children in the previous building, some sharing a room - much smaller than this gym space - with 4 others. He decided that, when he was older and was making his own money, that he would definitely try and help places like that; although for now, his mother had taken care of the last establishment.

Lost in thought, he bumped into his mother’s side, unaware that they had stopped to talk in the kitchen. She smiled down at him, rubbing his head softly to make sure he wasn’t hurt, before returning to the conversation with the lady.

“So, Hyori-“ Ah, so that was her name. “I’ve actually brought some gifts for everyone, as well as for the organisation. I just need to know whether you’d like me to present it to them as a group, or if you want to call them all in individually?”

“O-oh, umm,” Hyori stammered, “I wasn’t expecting this, you really don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t have to, but I want to. I feel so bad that I can’t give more to these children, and to the organisation, so this is the least I