Pumped Up Kicks

9

"Hey, kid." The older male said as he opened the cell door. The young boy had eventually fallen asleep on top of the blankets. He groggily opened his eyes to look at the male from the previous day. He stood in the doorway with his partner, holding paperwork in his hand. "Good afternoon."

"Hello," Jungkook replied, rubbing his eyes. "How long did I sleep in for?"

"Considering you feel asleep around eight this morning, about three hours." Namjoon replied and nudged his partner forward.

Jin walked towards the boy as he slowly sat up, "we need to discuss something with you."

Jungkook's eyes widened in slight fear of being found out, "b-but I didn't.."

Jin raised his hand to stop the boy's train of thought, "no, we can't pin anything to you, yet. However, we found something that we need to discuss with you."

"..What is it?"

"We found something while looking through your file yesterday. And it's a bit concerning, but we would like to understand your situation before we force anything onto you." Namjoom replied, closing the door behind him. Jin sat on the bed next to the younger, handing the paperwork over to him.

"I-i don't really understand.." He whispered, slightly confused.

"We want you to seek help. After what we found in your file, we think you might benefit from a few sessions with a therapist." Namjoon answered.

Jungkook stared at the paper in his hands, "But, I've never seen one before."

"We know it can be scary opening up to somebody but we believe it will help you." Jin said.

Jungkook stayed frozen on the bed, refusing to move. Seeing a therapist? They must've found the files. They must've read everything.

Everything?

Do they really know everything? Everything leading up to the death. All that happened, all that was said and done. How it was done.

Jungkook could feel vile rising up his throat, he quickly clasped his hand over his mouth. He hadn't realised his breathing became so out of control. "Hey, just breathe. In and out. In and out." Jin's voice came, trying to calm down the younger male. "We know it hard, but please bear with us."

"I-i cant.." he heaved, "I cant ta-lk about it."