BTS ONE SHOTS

BEHIND BARS | K.TH

"There's plenty of crazy people in here."

"But no one as insane as my own cellmate."

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SOHEE

This is actually insanity.

My footsteps echo hollow against the prison floor as I purposefully drag my feet, the firm grip of the jailer's hand wrapped tightly around my upper arm as he forces me deeper into the maze of Shinam Prison.

The only prison in South Korea, where both men and women were imprisoned.

Together.

I was actually going to die. And probably within the very first day. Maybe even in the first hour.

Even as I'm dragged down this dark hall. To both my left and right I hear the sounds of hungry laughter, eyes piercing through my figure stumbling past their cells.

My eyes squeeze shut behind my large, round glasses.

It gets darker. Wetter.

"I didn't do it." I whisper, trembling harder as I plead the jailer. He's a cold, silent man, with a grip as hard as rock. "Can you let me go? I didn't do it, I can promise. They all— they all lied and I got thrown under the bus for my brother's crime. They..."

Tears slowly wash my cheeks.

I'd known my family didn't love me.

But I'd at least believed that they'd thought of me better than an enemy.

In the court, all of them had lied with the straightest face. I remember, the cold eyes of the jury and the eyes of my own family on me, as the judge had hit me with a life sentence in Shinam
Prison for the murder and arson of five families.

My brother had smiled at me as I'd been dragged out of the court, screaming and crying.

The entire picture had been burned into my memory. It would haunt me for the rest of my nights.

The jailer finally stops in front of a tiny cell. And I shiver, as my eyes quickly search for any signs of my cellmate.

It seems empty. The cell is furnished terribly, with only a single bunk. The bottom looks as if it had been left unused. I couldn't see the top, but I don't hear anyone.

Relief crashes over me.

I was alone.

The jailer unlocks the heavy door, shoving it open so that it swings sidewards and slams into the wall. Then I'm shoved in, and I almost trip on the metal door frame as I tumble into the small, cramped cell.

I breathe shakily.

I didn't have a cellmate.

Thank God.

My legs weak, I crumple down on the bottom bunk. Finally everything is silent— I'm alone, away from the flashing lights of cameras and the knifelike stares of everyone else. I'm hidden in the darkness. I'd be fine here, by myself.

I slip off my glasses, before I start to cry softly.

The cries soon turn into heavy sobs.