I got you kid - ateez/woosan

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Cheering, yelling, screaming, shouting, banging, and cursing. He was told that was the usual. No silence, unless it was 3am because everyone would have screamed themselves tired.

Three meals a day; you miss one and you miss out. However it wasn't like he ate more than three meals anyways. He didn't care to eat. All he wanted to do was sleep, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen any time soon.

It also didn't help that his bunk mate was a loud snorer. How he wanted to strangle him. If only he could get inside the janitors closet and get a rope... but then maybe suicide would be a better option.

Listen, he was in no way suicidal, he just wanted to murder his bunk mate. The man was annoying, disrespectful and revolting. However he didn't want his sentence to be extended because of a fat rapist, no matter how much his heart wanted to.

It had only been one night for crying out loud and he was already over the jail life. It wasn't his fault that Hongjoong's executions were sloppy. If that man wasn't so hung up on killing the man that murdered his mom right then and there, maybe they would've had a chance at escaping, but only two of them got away, and he was not one of them.

He had no idea where the rest of the gang was, if they were even alive. It got intense back there and he was lucky that the cops didn't shoot him from all of the resisting.

"Fucking hell," he muttered to himself as he put his head in his hands, waiting for the guards to let him out of his cell for the first time since he had arrived there.

"What are you going on about now?" The fat man huffed, attempting to get out of the bed. It shouldn't have been hard, he was on the bottom.

"Shut your fucking mouth, pork chop," the black haired male spat from his seated position on the top bunk.

"You disrespectful piece of-"

"Do you want me to murder you?" He asked, glaring down at the fat man in a dominant manner. The fat man shook his head, being too intimidated by the black haired male, "then shut the fuck up,"

Shortly after, the cells were opened, making the fat man scurry out in a hurry. The black haired man walked out with a stoic expression. He could see the stares and hear the whispers from other criminals, but he didn't acknowledge any of them. He was the new talk of the jail and he didn't like it one bit.

He took a seat at an empty table, waiting for the guard to turn on the television. That was about the only thing he could entertain himself with.

When the guard turned it on, it was instantly on the news channel, of course. How fitting for a jail to be playing the news channel, the one specific channel basically dedicated to revealing information about criminals, like himself.

The reporter's weren't talking about anything exciting, leaving him bored. If he was going to be forced to sit in this jail, they at least had to play a decent channel.

"Details about the missing teen from Seoul have been released," the news reporter started a new topic, just when the man was losing focus. However his attention was right back on the screen when a picture of Wooyoung's face was shown.

"Jung Wooyoung, son of the esteemed Jung family, was found late last night with two gunshot wounds. His captors where all taken into custody and he was transported to the nearest hospital where he was reported to be in critical condition. We will have more when we come back from this short break," the news reporter finished and then they took a commercial break.

The man let out a sigh, the feeling of guilt waking down on him. He prayed last night for awhile, just hoping for the young boy to be okay. He tried to help him, he really did, but the cops got to him before he could get to Wooyoung. It was all Hongjoong's fault once again. If he had just listened to some of their worries then they wouldn't have brought Wooyoung and the boy wouldn't have been shot.