The Purge || Min Yoongi

"I'm not crazy"

"Min Yoongi. Can you hear me?" A man snapped his fingers close to the boy's blank face.

Yoongi finally blinked. Sitting at a white table, handcuffed, he laid back a little bit more in his chair.

"Do you have any family that we can contact?" The police officer asked for the fourth time since he entered this interrogation room.

Yoongi remained in silence.

"You know..." the man started, passing a hand behind his nuke. "During the Purge, many people get traumatized and need mental help...we were thinking that it was best for you to get this treatment as well, Yoongi" he inquired, crossing his fingers and leaning over the table. His gaze was staring carefully at the boy.

"I'm not going in a psychiatric hospital" Yoongi said with a gruff voice.

"We found you beating up a body that was already dead, losing your mind and you assaulted one of our men" the cop raised his voice.

"I'M NOT CRAZY!" Yoongi barked, tapping his fists against the surface of the table. "This sick bastard killed her" he then mumbled to himself.

The interrogator observed the boy attentively. He was probably looking for a motive to prove Yoongi that he was visibly affected by that night.

The officer released a deep on long sigh as he laid back in his chair, staring at Yoongi with his arms crossed.

"Who's Hana?"

His low voice resonated in Yoongi's thoughts. He looked over at the man that was waiting for an answer. Yoongi's hands were shaking.

"Who is she?" The man repeated himself, but Yoongi stayed quiet, trying not to explode in rage like a ticking bomb.

His cold glare seemed to fascinate the cop.

"Ok, you tell me who this Hana is and I'll re-think about sending you to a mental institution. Deal?" the man proposed.

"Why do you care do much about her?" Yoongi answered, still glaring coldly at the cop in front of him.

The officer shrugged his shoulders before leaning over the table for the second time.

"...She's dead isn't she?"

"YOU FUCKER!" Yoongi shouted, angry. He tried his maximum to reach the guy, but the man casually rested in his chair, watching Yoongi raging.

The police officer made a sign to the one-way mirror, allowing to other cops to watch in case the situation would turned catastrophic. After a few seconds, three men dressed with a police uniform entered the room, unlocked Yoongi's cuffs at his ankles, but not those at his hands and helped him up. Then, they forced him to walk out of the room.

"Boy, welcome to your new home" Yoongi's interrogator chimed with a smile expressing his satisfaction. Yoongi didn't say anything. He looked up at the large doors that were in front of him. The building seemed old and creepy.

The cop volunteered to go with Yoongi to the front doors and talk to the man in charge before leaving him. Two other police officers were waiting in the car parked in front of the building.

The cop pressed on the ring button and knocked twice. His head slightly turned towards Yoongi and this one could noticed some familiar traits on his face.

Could he be...?

Yoongi squinted his eyes as he was thinking.

The man leaned closer to Yoongi's ear. "You little shithead killed my son. I saw you, don't deny it. You were with that girl, I know. And now, you will rotten in this whole until you join her" he whispered.

Yoongi's eyes widened. Dosoung's father!

Before Yoongi could react, the dark door creaked open. A tall and skinny man advanced in the sunlight.

"Hello...what's your name again?" The stranger asked Yoongi.

"Min Yoongi" the police officer answered immediately. The man smiled to Yoongi.

"You'll be ok here Yoongi. You don't have to worry" the stranger soothed the boy.

Dosoung's dad unlocked Yoongi's handcuffs and walked away while whistling. Yoongi followed the man with his eyes, rubbing his wrists.

Suddenly, a hand landed on Yoongi's shoulder. The boy turned around to face a smiling strange man.

"Come inside, Min Yoongi. I'll show you your room. By the way, I am Choi Soohyeok. I will be your psychiatrist" the man introduced himself and guided the boy inside the hospital.

In his new room, Yoongi sat on the edge of his creaking bed and sighed. His gaze was lost, just like his smile.

"I'll let you get used to your new bedroom. I'll come back later to show you around, ok?" Soohyeok said, but Yoongi never answered him. Not even a glimpse.

The man nodded and let the room, closing the door carefully behind him.

Then, a tear slid down Yoongi's cheek until his chin. He tried to stop his hands from shaking, but nothing will do.

At that time, two arms slowly wrapped around his neck, but Yoongi seemed to never noticed. The skin was pale, almost white, but it was delicate.

It happened to be a girl, a familiar one, standing behind Yoongi and hugging him.

"I love you too..." a whisper, just like the wind, startled Yoongi a little bit. Progressively, as his mind was rushing, a small smile grew on the corner of his lips.

"Hana..."

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That's it for The Purge ft. Min Yoongi. I hope that all of you, readers, enjoyed the story.

See you, hopefully, in another book! :)

Have a nice day/night <3