rough | yoonmin

five

"Smile, because it confuses people. Smile, because it's easier than explaining what is killing you inside."
The Joker - Heath Ledger

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I used to walk down these halls not afraid. The inmates liked me, because I helped them get their life together and get a lesser sentence. But now, somethings changed. Ignoring the cellmates yelling provocative statements at me, I can't help but feel like I'm being watched.

When I first started at this prison as a psychiatrist, my employers assured me that there would be 100% private sessions with the inmates. There could be a logical explanation for why there was a camera tucked under my desk of course, but what Yoongi said to me is still ringing in my ears.

Maybe my boss wanted to randomly check in and see how one of my sessions were going. Maybe they wanted to see the progress with Yoongi that I had. But maybe something else was going on... maybe something was going to happen to me.

Turning the corner, I see my boss with two other men in lab coats talking to a man in an expensive suit. Hoping to quietly pass them by, I keep my eyes train to the floor and my mouth sealed shut holding my breath. Taking quick steps I try to walk past them.

Luck was not on my side today. Their voices stop suddenly and the man asks my boss "Is this him?". My boss nods his head in agreement and motions for me to approach them.

The man in the suit stares at me with such a cold look in his eyes that it makes me take a deep breath and gulp deeply. My boss looks between both of us nervously, his eyes going back-and-forth.

"Um.. Jimin this is Namjoom. He's going to be shadowing you from now on. He's uh- well.. Namjoon?" He scratches the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly at this man named is 'Namjoon'.

I furrow my brow. What does he mean by shadowing? Does this mean that I am going to potentially hire this stranger? Namjoon clears his throat and the cold look I his eyes is washed away with a smile, so clearly fake and sinister that I'm surprised he even tried.

"Hello Park Jimin, my names Namjoon. I hope you don't mind if I sit in a couple of your sessions with you. I just really want to learn how to be just like you!" He says with too much enthusiasm. What's up with this guy? Geez..

I narrow my eyes at him. "My sessions are private and unless you're allowed in by me then you won't be watching me work at all."

I quickly straighten my back when I see that same look in his eyes return. His hands clench at his sides and his knuckles turn white. My boss clears his throat and quickly interrupts what could have just happened. 

He laughs nervously, "No need for that Jimin haha.." he pauses to see if his forced laughter helped the situation at all, "um..yes, well anyways- I have given him clearance to sit in your Yoongi session here in a few minutes. Just perform as normal and all will be fine."

Namjoon raises one brow as if to challenge me to say something back to my boss. Fine, if he wants to watch me work then he'll get to. "Okay, but I want you in the back of the room and not a single word from you the entire time. Capeesh?" I say sternly.

Namjoon smiles down at me...

"Message received. You won't even notice that I'm there. Promise.."

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Yoongi immediately notices the man in the corner. He visibly tenses and I see him look him up and down, deciding if this guy was a threat or not. His yes turn to me in question. He tilts his head as if to say 'who's this?'.

I try to speak with my eyes that I'm not happy about this either, "Yoongi this is Namjoon, he's here to shadow me today." As if a switch was turned on, Yoongi goes rigid. His jaw clenched and his eyes go a shade darker.

"Namjoon hmm? The name rings a bell. Have we met before perhaps?" Yoongi questions.

Namjoon smirks- "I don't think so. After all, you're a convicted criminal in cuffs. Maybe I have a familiar face."

Yoongi scuffs, "You would know exactly why I'm in here. Tell me, how's the family doing?" Just as Namjoon goes to rise I interject. "Hey hey, calm down you dogs. Namjoon, I told you not to talk. And Yoongi," I turn to him and put a hand on my hip, "be nice."

Namjoon laughs quietly, "Yea Yoongi, be nice to me." I turn to him and give him a stare down, he quickly composed himself and looks down sheepishly.

I let out a deep sigh and finally sit down at my desk. "Okay, let's start where we left off last time Yoongi."

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Shits about to get real y'all be ready