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"Get in there!"
He screamed.
He shoved Jungkook and I into our shared jail cell.
I looked back to see the officer locking the door while shutting it tightly.
I waited for them to exit, they glared at the both of us before leaving.
I turned my attention back to Jungkook who sat on the rusty bunk bed that didn't even have blankets or sheets.
The room itself was cold, only a bunk bed in the corner while the floor was stone concrete.
I lumbered towards Jungkook and plopped down next to him.
He sat head in his palms, sighing defeated.
I looked out the window to see the moon shining brightly, and the stars aligned perfectly.
I glanced back down at Jungkook who mumbled quietly.
I patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.
"Calm down Jungkook, Namjoon has everything figured ou-"
"WHY DO WE KEEP DOING THIS!"
Jungkook yelled.
My hand fell of his shoulder as he stood up lumbering to the walls of the cell.
His face leaning on the wall, pounding his head on it.
I scurried towards him and turned him around.
"Jungkook everything is going to be fin-"
"NO IT'S NOT!"
Jungkook gawped.
"Are you oka-"
"Why do we keep doing idiotic things, that get us nowhere and we think it's like the coolest thing!"
Jungkook scoffed.
"We go around acting like we're so cool, stealing, and fighting when we're only teens."
Jungkook faltered.
"Because it makes us happy, we feel fre-"
"It's stupid! Why can't we be normal teenagers and focus on school and not this problematic mess!"
Jungkook hollered.
He punched the wall of the cell, grunting loudly.
"Jungkook's oppa!"
I gasped.
I rushed towards him and grabbed his hand, shaking my head in disbelief at the sight, his hand spewed out blood.
"You idiot, don't do that next time!"
I snapped.
I dropped his hand and raced to the bucket of water on the floor.
I took off my sweater and drenched it in water.
I sprinted back towards Jungkook and wiped away the blood.
I dabbed his hand softly, smearing away the blood.
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He's Different | p.jm
FanfictionAll my life I was used to getting the short end of the stick. My father was abusive, my mother had passed, and the only thing that kept me from losing my sanity were my best friends. Life was not just about the destination but the path, and I couldn...