Death Row || YOONJIN

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Worst meal on this fucking Earth—glorified buttermilk.

The officers had given him a cup of low-fat plain yogurt and, unless Yoongi was out of his mind, that qualified as some form of passive-aggressive harassment. Especially after he had specifically told them, "No dairy, please."

He'd acted all nice and cute, too.

After politely declining a regular meal, he was sent back to his cell with a plastic spork, a serious hit to his already injured pride, and a tiny cup of the yucky white semi-liquid goop.

All because they wouldn't be nice enough as to let him just fucking die on his own of starvation.

Hell, they didn't care enough to give him an actual fucking spoon.

Yoongi just wished he could be with his family, the people who had loved him since the beginning.

That was, until they had found out what he had supposedly done. He could picture the headlines every time he felt like being angry.

'Min Yoongi, allegedly responsible for a series of deadly bombings that had killed 47 and left about thrice that many severely injured in Daegu.'

'Min Yoongi, the terrorist that had bombed his hometown, his childhood.'

'Min Yoongi, who had destroyed his own house and even killed his pet dog, Holly, with a bomb that had been planted inside of his house "to prove his innocence".'

That man, what a fucking psychopath.

On his birthday, which was exactly one year from today, he had all but one appointment to attend. His last appointment.

Yes, Yoongi was scheduled on March 9th to take the lethal injection. Best 23rd birthday present ever.

All he had to do now was wait. One more year and it would all be over.

Over for him, at least.

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At the time of the incident, Yoongi had been grocery shopping.

"Sir," Yoongi asked, trying to be polite, "I'm sorry, could you move just a little bit? You're blocking the ramen."

Grocery shopping, his ass. Instant ramen was all he needed. Fuck eating healthy; if Yoongi wanted to 'eat healthy' he would break a leafy branch off of a tree and start chewing.

That was what vegetarians and vegans did anyway, right?

"The disrespect," the old man in front of the rack grumbled to his lady friend, apparently feeling content to just stay there. "You millennials have nothing better to do than to be gay and do crimes. See? Look at those earrings, Roxanne! Those things are about as long as my—!"

Sure, that wasn't exactly what the old man had said, but Yoongi had moved to a different spot by then, feeling intimidated by the elderly man. When people began to talk about dicks, that was his cue to leave.

And of course, Yoongi was still a virgin. He had tried going clubbing before, but had ended up drinking too many shots and chatting up the bartender, not getting laid like he had originally planned to do.

At this point, he severely doubted that he would ever get laid, but he assumed it would happen someday. Preferably with a woman who didn't mind that he was completely submissive, or a man who was a power bottom because Min Yoongi would not take it up the ass. Heck, he had never even had his first kiss, he was so lame.

One day. And preferably not while in prison...
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Though, he would probably be dead before then...