Today I was handcuffed and
was making my way down the hallway towards the dark room I was being tortured in.
It became a routine and
I've gotten used to it because we've been here for more
than 4 years.
I was held from both of my
arms by two police guards.
I saw you.
You were going back and I was going in.
They were literally dragging you because you were hurt. Both of the police guards were
holding you from your arms as you limped heavily.
Your face had a few cuts.
Your hands and face had purple bruises.
I wish that I was able to kiss them.
Kiss every spot on your body that is hurt.
I wish I was able to get my revenge on whoever did this to you and had the nerve to even touch.
'Soo Yun!' I called your name.
You looked at me.
I saw the sadness in your eyes.
You looked like you were about to cry
because you saw me and I was supposed to hug you but I couldn't.
'Namjoon. Don't worry about me.
We'll make it out alive.' You struggled as you spoke because you were in pain.
'We will.' I said. All of this happened in maybe only 10 seconds. The police guards dragged me down
As I kept looking back at you.
We'll be together again.
Don't worry and always Stay positive. I love you.
To: Soo Yun
From: Namjoon
May/28/1937
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Stigma || Kim Namjoon
Fanfiction⇻My name is Kim Namjoon and I'm sentenced to prison for 19 years. My name is Lee Soo Yun and I'm sentenced to prison for 16 years. ⇺
