my clown - jjk

31 - suicide plan

"i'm going to strangle you to death, if I hear one more word coming out of your mouth.." Namjoon said.

He was clearly annoyed by the same guard that made his blood boil each time he'd see him. It's been more than ten minutes ever since the older had started to talk down on Namjoon. His face already red from anger, his fists clenched and his breath hitching.

"I'd like to play with your little sister. What color does she like the most? Green? Blue? Maybe Yellow?"

"Shut up, you bastard!" Namjoon said. "Don't you dare touching my sister."

The guard laughed, until his face made contact with the wall. He had been slammed against the wall by someone. The guard didn't even have time to realize what just happend when his face was liften up from the wall and his body was thrown onto the cold floor. "Son of a bitch.."

"Ah ah ah, cussing is not good."

The man's blood froze, his eyes widen and his breath stuck in his throat. He couldn't speak nor processed the reality. Why now? Out of all places and moments why here and now? This wasn't fair, no, it was just plain cruel of life to do this kind of a dick move. He would rather die than hear this voice ever again.

The voice, that had asked him to go against the law. A voice that almost made him pee his pants right then and there. A voice he would hear in his nightmares.

"Namjoon! Namjoon, you okay in there?" Taehyung asked, his eyes wandering away from Jungkook pressing the guard against the wall, to the door.

The older man which had been on the other side if the door became quiet, speechless even. He knew they would come for him but he was more than convinced it would take way longer for them to set up a perfect plan with over hundreds of backup plans. Two weeks were too short even for joker.

"Either you guys blasted in here without a fucking plan, or your plan is pure suicide and it might go down. Which one is it?"

"Second one." Taehyung laughed while opening the door for Namjoon with the fingerprint of the guard himself.

"You clowns are fucking suicidal, aren't you?"

"You know me so so so so sooooo well, Deadshot." Joker let the guard fall onto the floor, kneeling over him. "And for you, my little rotten appel, you will stay alive and tell CL that she might be able to finally fly soon." Joker's hand hitting the guards cheek over and over again, making slapping sounds.

"Fly soon? w-what's that supposed to mean?" The guard stuttered, fear getting the best of him.

"She'll know what it means when the time comes." Jungkook's smirk was impossible to overlook. His beautiful smooth lips curved, his small but still noticeable mole unter his lips clearly appearing now.

Jungkook knew more about CL than she was sure of. She wouldn't have ever thought about someone knowing so much about her, she would have never imagined that just by researching you could simply find a whole bio about her.

It sure was a waste of time but in this situation he was on the better side if he knew more than enough about a rival like her. CL had managed to capture his Aera and that had just proven how powerful she was.

She would execute cute animals and all kinds of living creatures. Except for children. And that's where her weak point was. She had a weak heart for children.

Something no one would have thought of, since she practically doesn't have a heart.

"Why is pizza round but come in a square box?" The younger male asked. His back leaned against the wall as he sat down on a hard and cold table which was supposed to be his bed. His front facing the cell door, his eyes closed and his nose runny.

"I don't know man.. the real question is.. if corn oil is made from corn and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made of?" The prisoner in the room next door questioned back.

Hoseok was sitting on the floor, back leaning on the bed as he stared up the ceiling, questioning life more than ever. His bed wasn't any more comfortable than Jimin's.

Both of then had been asking eachother the most stupid, yet smart questions ever. Those were literally questions that high people would ask eachother.

Both of them were actually sobber. They hadn't had any weed or alcohol in any way.

They were just really tired and feeling like shit. What did they expect after coming out of the torture room? Should they feel good? Should they laugh about it? They weren't neither Joker nor Aera. They didn't have what it took to laugh through pain.

"Bro.. Do penguins have knees?" Jimin asked.

"Bro.."

"You guys sure are dumb and dumber." A rather deep voice said. Both hands inside the pockets of his old clothes that Taehyung had given to him after coming out of the cell.

"Namjoon!" Jimin immediately snapped out of his trance, getting up from his so called bed. His exhausted body now filled with adrenaline and excitement.

"What the fuck?" Hoseok had gone through the exact same feeling as his older friend. His body immediately rising from the floor as he ran towards the closed cell door.

Both criminals were now focused on the men behind their doors. They could see him clearly through the small glass window on their doors.

"You do realize cussing isn't pretty."

All three males immediately turned towards the high voice coming from behind Namjoon. Their eyes lightened up as soon as they had recognized the voice's owner.

The female's hands already waving at the two men behind the doors. She was so happy to finally see them again. Even thought she could only see their features due to the bad light, she still was thankful that they hadn't died yet.