Taehyung is a troubled kid, he's rebellious and has no self-control, he's learning though and he'll try his best. He gets sent to a school full of criminals and he can't hold himself back for having just the tinniest amount of fun.
"Kim Taehyung" the policeman called "Make your way to interrogation room 545". The said boy devilishly smiled. He got up from the cheap plastic chair and strode past the policeman into the room. Sitting in the chair he placed his hands on the table only for them to be chained by cuffs connected to the table, surprise not visible on his face. 'Cool' he thought and crossed his legs as he stared right into the eyes of the detective opposite him. " Good afternoon Mr Kim, I am Police Investigator Park Bogum and I'm here to talk to you about... what happened". " What's with the formalities just call me TaeTae" he said leaning forward in his chair a bright smile plastered across his face. The detective scanned the boy up and down taking in his lean body, small face, doe eyes, full lips, button nose and cute cheeks, not believing anyone as innocent looking as him could have done something so horrible to anyone, that was until his eyes trailed to the boys oversized white T-shirt splattered with blood.
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The detective coughed "... No thank you Mr Kim we should keep the formalities, now tell me was there any motive, leading to you doing... what you've done " he watched as a pout made it way onto the youngers perfectly shaped lips. " But I don't want to tell you". The young boy whined, the detective raised his eyebrows eyes scanning the ethereal boy. He sighed and motioned at the glass "You guys can come in, I don't think we can get anything out of him". The policemen walked in and grabbed the boy up. " Easyyy boys no need to be so rough" he said in a teasingly low voice, he winked at them as he saw them gulp " I don't bite" Bogum spoke up " Kim you will be taken to a juvenile school with other criminals like you, you may not be treated differently just because your the son of Mr Kim, no one there will know you or why you have been sent there that is your choice wether you are going to tell them or not" and saying that he left the room. The boy was dragged out and put into a van to be sent to the juevenile school. " This is going to be fun" he giggled...
