Dr. Kim Hongjoong visits America's most dangerous criminal and tells him his personal experiences in Juvenile Detention.
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"I-I'm fine," he mutters through ugly sniffles, which mixes with tears that wet his cheeks and distended lips. I couldn't actually see how his face looked like but I had imagined how devastated it would look judging by the lake of tears staining his trembling figure.
"Should I go talk to him?"
"No Jongho," Seonghwa answered, "I'll go."
"Yeosang," our therapist crouched down with one hand slightly hovering around his shoulder, "you should clean up yourself," the gentle hum filled with a soulful melody was what I exactly predicted a therapist should sound like.
"Come on stand up," he laced an arm around the stiff sniffling boy who, as he slowly stood up, covered his face with his hands. For a second, his bloodshot eyes were exposed, unleashing an unthinkable pain that lived for centuries.
It was obvious his charming persona had dissipated. I don't necessarily think that event was the sole perpetrator, rather awakened the cumulative wrecking ball of a decades old rage.
There was a stifling dourness the soured the mood, casting a grim shadow across people's frowns.
"What did Yeosang do?"
"Not something very honorable," Jongho sighed and shook his head, "but I guess he had no choice. Well I guess he's not a warrior anyways."
"Well if Yeosang was so embarrassed about it," Mingi cocked his head in his frustrating childish attitude, which made Yunho's blood visibly boil, "Why didn't he refuse? He's smart anyways so—"
He gasped of air when Yunho grabbed the collar of his black uniform.
"Ay, ya dumbass nutjob," Yunho gripped the boy's collar so tight his hands were trembling and with that all evidence of friendship vanished, "so you just sayin that Yeo actually wanted this? After seeing his literal mental breakdown?"
Every word was like a gun shooting its bullets of spit onto Mingi's shocked stance.
"B-But Yunho," a high pitched chuckle laced in nervousness escaped his mouth as hands softly gripped and caressed Yunho's strained arms.
San's menace was slowly building up like the tension so to alleviate it, I gripped his wrist.
"No need to San, they need to fight now."
There was a doubtful stare consisting of concern and incredulousness, "But fighting is never the answer Hongjoong. It's tarnishing one's soul."
"Well what's the point of purification if there is only clean water? Think of this as a catharsis San, a holy ablution of a group's sins." I needed San to be uninvolved, that unyielding faith would actually be disastrous without any rewarding outcome for us.
Their identities were in conflict, it's better to mediate these tensions now till they spiral into a fatal catalyst.
Still a bit agitated, he watches with pain as now Jongho interrupted, "Are you saying that he got raped? But... men can't get raped."
