M.E.L.T.

•[Three:Saturday, July 20th, 3095]•

The intercom clicked on and my father's voice rang through the speakers. "Yoongi, please meet me in the cell room." It clicked off with a small beep noise and I got off of the bench, throwing my sketchbook in the bag I carried around.

I walked through the main monitor room towards the metal door that I struggled to open. I was met with a bright hallway, on each side was thick glass cages, each holding a person inside. My father walked in shortly after me, greeting me with the stern look he always had.

"Yoongi, I think it's time you have some responsibilities around here. So I have your first job. You're going to feed our test subjects, here, I'll show you how on this one." My father said, pulling a tray from the bag he was carrying. The tray was wrapped in clear plastic and had terrible looking food on it.

He grabbed a key on his lanyard and unlocked the small sliding window at the bottom of a cage. Opening the window he slid the tray into the cage with a small clank on the floor.

The person that was in there woke up from the small bed in the corner. He immediately sat up and stretched his arms up, revealing that both of his arms were robotic up to his elbows. His metal fingers creaked as he stretched and stood up. Grabbing his food and sitting back on the bed.

"You just check the feeding chart here, for the meal times you've fed them. 5am, noon, and 8pm every day. "My father explained putting a check on the noon feeding time. "You can get their meal bags from the kitchen. "

With that he handed me the bag and a lanyard with a key on it, and left the room. I continued feeding the subjects, most of them not talking and if they did it was mostly nonsensical mumbling. One stood out to me however.

I looked at the information sheet next to his feeding chart. Unfortunately they didn't have names here, only numbers.

He sat in the middle of his cell, and I noticed he had huge wings. I've heard about this guy, he's been the first successful flight experiment. Jet packs and such inventions were too faulty.

I slid open his window, sliding the tray in.

"Do you happen to be... interested in that useless information. " I heard the man speak, reaching for the tray.

"Oh umm... no sir, I was just looking." I spoke softly.

He chuckled without emotion and spoke once more. "No need to call me sir."

"Well then, what is your name ?"

"Kim Taehyung. I'm assuming you're the famous Min Yoongi?" He smirked.

"Yea, unfortunately."

"What do you mean unfortunately? You got a perfect life right in front of you, kid. Torturing people and all."

"Well, I... I don't think this is right." I said with a small sigh. "Doesn't all this hurt you, Taehyung?"

"Yes, very much. I don't even think they gave me painkillers. And the mental pain was worse than being cut open."

Thoughts ran through my mind but they were quickly interrupted by keys clanking from the other end of the hall, trying to unlock the door.

"Quick. You forgot to feed the girl across from me. "

I locked his window and marked the chart."Bye Taehyung, see you tonight.

I fed the last lady then left the hall.

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"Subject number 122538. Why were you talking to Yoongi?"

"Hello, friend."

The man walked up to the cage and leaned in close, opening the window ever so slightly and whispering. "Taehyung. Answer me. Why were you talking to him? And do you plan to again?"

"He took interest in me, Namjoon. And I will only talk with him when he wants to talk with me."

"You're lucky I have day shift in the camera room. If Mr. Min were to find out-"

"I know, no need to worry, I can take a beating."