... And Other Ships

YoonKook: Make You Comfortable

Jungkook was not the smartest by any means. He never went to school; his only friend, Kim Seokjin, taught him how to read and write, though his reading level was that of a ten-year-old and his writing was slow and messy. His math was poor; he was okay with counting money. He knew nothing of economics or cultural sciences, though he had never been out of his hometown. He didn't need to know those things. 

Seokjin allowed him to stay with him, since they'd been friends since childhood. Jungkook's mother was hired as Seokjin's nanny when he was young, so when she had Jungkook, she ended up looking after them both. They were basically brothers. 

But what Jungkook lacked in intelligence he made up for in compassion and common sense. Though the rich elite turned their noses up at him, the elderly and those his age had nothing but compliments for him. He was known for assisting anyone who needed it, calming babies in public, and preventing fights from breaking out in bars between the drunken patrons. They often rewarded him with free food or a free drink, though he often insisted he deserved no reward for doing the right thing. 

Word about Jungkook spread to the richest man in town, a widower by the name of Kim Taehyung. He was in his fifties and one of the best business owners, though he was very private about his affairs. People assumed he worked in finance or created sculptures of some sort. Rumor has it he studied in Japan and France for a time in his youth, though those were just speculations. 

Everyone took to pitying the man. His wife passed during the birth of their son, who had been expected to never see ten. He was seventeen now, though, and had never passed the front gate of his home. He kept his mother's maiden name, since he looked so much like her and never got to meet her. His name was Min Yoongi. 

Min Yoongi was frail and suffered congestive heart failure; he had been dealing with it since he was five. Maybe it was caused by his mother's horrible smoking habit, or stress from being so sick during her pregnancy. Maybe it was even genetic, Yoongi didn't know. All he knew was that he was confined to his bedroom and needed assistance with just about everything. 

When Taehyung found out about Jungkook, he decided to pay a personal visit to Jungkook. 

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"A nanny for a seventeen-year-old? Why would a seventeen-year-old boy need a nanny? He should be out chasing his dreams," Jungkook said, his tone unintentionally harsh. 

Taehyung found no offense in his words; he often thought the same thing when gazing upon his sweet son. "He's very ill, Jungkook. He has been all his life. It pains me to see him so down, but I think you could bring some joy to him. I hear you're talented in many things." 

It was true; Jungkook had an affinity for picking up random hobbies. He taught himself piano and Seokjin taught him the guitar. He sang rather beautifully, enjoyed painting, and knew an unhealthy amount about plants. He was skilled in martial arts, as well. 

Maybe he could help Yoongi find joy in the more sedentary hobbies while taking care of him. 

"When do I start?" 

Taehyung smiled greatfully. "Be at my house at seven-thirty every morning." 

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Yoongi knew something was off the second his father woke him up. He rubbed an eye as he struggled to sit against his pillows, careful to untangle himself in the tube of his cannula; he hadn't been able to breathe on his own in a very long time. Once his eyes adjusted to the morning light, his gaze fell upon the tall, muscular man standing next to his father, a tray of food in his hand. 

"Yoongi, this is Jeon Jungkook. He'll be taking care of you from now on," Taehyung said, patting the twenty-three-year-old on the shoulder. 

His son frowned. "Why can't you do it?"