Mystery | Yoonmin

49. Doubt

The cold, suffocating walls of the cell seemed to inch closer with every passing hour, their grayness seeping into Yoongi's mind. The harsh fluorescent light overhead flickered occasionally, casting long shadows that stretched like claws across the cracked concrete floor. Time felt distorted here rushing past him but leaving him trapped, stuck in the same moment, the same nightmare.

His hands rested limply on his knees, wrists faintly bruised from the tightness of the handcuffs earlier. His mind was a storm of thoughts, all circling back to one person. Jimin.

Yoongi's heart clenched. Jimin hadn't come. Not even once. He knew by now Jimin must've been informed about his arrest. The thought of Jimin believing he is a murderer felt heavier than the chains of the accusations themselves.

His mind drifted to Yura, his sister, lying on a hospital bed, recovering from her surgery. He hadn't even been able to check on her, to hear her voice, to know if she is okay. He promised her he will be there infront of her when she will wake up.The helplessness gnawed at him like a slow, relentless ache.

But his spiral of thoughts was abruptly interrupted when the metallic clang of the cell door echoed through the corridor. He looked up, his vision slightly blurry from exhaustion. Two familiar figures rushed in, escorted by a guard Hoseok and Namjoon.

Yoongi's heart twisted at the sight of them.

"Yoongi!" Hoseok's voice broke the oppressive silence as he rushed forward, gripping the cold bars tightly. His face showing discomfort, disbelief etched into every line. "What the hell is going on? This can't be true!"

Yoongi stood up slowly, his legs weak from sitting for too long, his face bruished from the torture of past night. He approached the bars, his eyes hollow, but when he saw Hoseok's face, filled with concern, not judgment, a crack formed in his fragile composure.

"I didn't do it, Hobi," Yoongi whispered, his voice raw, as if he'd been screaming silently in his head for days. "I didn't kill Jihoon."

Namjoon stepped closer, his jaw clenched, eyes sharp with both confusion and worry. "Everyone knows by now, Yoongi. The news spread like wildfire. They're saying you're the murderer." He paused, searching Yoongi's face for answers. "But I don't believe it."

Hoseok's grip tightened on the bars, "Neither do I. I know you. Since we were kids. You're not capable of... of this." His voice stern filled with confidence.

Yoongi's throat tightened. For the first time in days, someone believed him.

"I lied to Jimin," Yoongi admitted quietly, guilt dripping from every word. "I worked for Zack. He hired me to... to distract him from the case. But I didn't kill Jihoon. I swear on everything I have, I didn't."

Namjoon's eyes darkened with realization. "That's why Jimin hasn't come, isn't it? He thinks you did it."

Yoongi nodded slowly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I called him... so many times before I was arrested. He never answered."

Hoseok took a deep breath, "Listen, I already talked to my dad. He's pulling some strings. He's arranging a lawyer to fight for you."

Yoongi's breath hitched. "Your dad...?"

"Yeah," Hoseok nodded firmly. "You're not alone in this. We're going to get you out."

Yoongi's knees nearly buckled from the weight of those words. For days, he'd felt like the walls were closing in, but Hoseok's voice cracked them open just a little.

Namjoon's gaze softened, though his voice remained steady. "But you need to help us too. Tell us everything about Vortex, Zack, every detail you can remember. We'll find a way to prove your innocence."