arrested || jikook

thirty eight

thirty eight—

there was a loud thud that sounded from the wall, shoes clicking against the floor and a sigh of exhaustion released just after.

a tall yet lithe man dressed in a type of suit cast his eyes around the room. examining his office like he did every time he came back to it.

it was morning now. and he still heard sirens ringing like school bells throughout the prison, calling for everyone to stand at attention and prepare for commands. but nobody needed orders, fore the man already knew why these alarms were ringing.

he approached his rather large wooden desk, spanning a few feet long and a couple wide, where his attention was diverted to the middle. a piece of paper laid upon its weary surface. it lay there as if offered on a platter, waiting for receiving and consumption. it was a bit wrinkled, and a small tear near the top. yet it bore a single lengthy paragraph written with crisp, breezy handwriting on it. his dark eyes found the top, and found it was directed to him.

his feet took him 'round the wooden bearer and he sat in the black chair there. with a crossing of his legs and a blink of his fox orbs, a dart of his gaze and furrow of his brows, he relaxed.

the man reached over and plucked the thin piece of paper from the wooden surface as if a petal from a flower. he brought it closer to his eyes so he could read exactly what message it beheld. although, he had a fair idea of what it could be, but he could be wrong.

—
to; warden kwon jiyong

Hey dad,

I've been kept here for most of my life and I was hoping you could also give this to dad because I don't want him worried either. But I found the one for me. At first I thought he was a handsome player kind of guy, who had a sexual crime with a woman or some other thing like that, but I couldn't have been any farther away from the truth. It was foolish of me to think that. Jimin is the nicest person I will ever meet and I'm lucky to have someone so understanding, so loving, and someone so right in my life. Besides you guys of course. I think I'll be happy, but anyways I've run off. I know you'll understand dad. Just try not to go crazy and please read this whole letter before you go ballistic. I will manage my self. I'll be careful. We will be okay. Maybe I'll send you guys money from time to time, but in the meantime, I hope you'll cherish me in your memories for awhile. Because I won't be stopping by for a long time. To figure my life out and see things I never have maybe. But more just to live with my newfound freedom and the one I love. Remember, you guys are always in my heart. I won't forget everything you've done for me. In the meantime, wait for me okay?

Love you dads.

Your son,
Jungkook

the man paused near the end and blinked his eyes. he couldn't cry for his son, he deserved his freedom. he found himself letting out a hearty laugh. better to let him go now than never.

then he read the very bottom part.

Call or text me at ; 1-800-jokehere

the older man laughed once more and pulled his phone out of his pocket to type in the contact. he set it as son and began to type a message in response.

—
I knew you would do this eventually.
In fact, me and your father had been wondering when.
But I'm happy for you son.
Tell that guy you have with you to take care of you and be careful.
I wish the best for you son, text when you think its best, and in the meantime I'll look forward to that money.
Haha, never mind, but I'll see you when the time is right.
Love you too son.