A pair of men dressed in FBI official uniforms hauled him up by his arms. Black sunglasses covered their eyes but Yoongi barely managed to get a look. The guy pulls out his badge with a scowl, flashing it at the him. "I'm sure you know what this is. Now you have two options. You drop the knife, go with me to the station, or you continue this shit and I beat you into a fucking pulp, handcuff your ass and then still drag you to the station and charge you with everything I can come up with. What's it gonna be, tough guy?" the officer continues, lifting his chin and staring down at the criminal.
A man pulls out the handcuff he carries around everywhere and cuffs Yoongi before pulling him up.
"Alright asshole, you're coming with me," he grits out, heading towards the station. Yoongi doesnt have the strength or desire to struggle anymore. His heart is in shambles. His reflexes slow and sluggish, he lumbers up to his feet and pushes past the hub-hub of the crowd formed.
"Yeah dont come back asshole" "fucking finally" "what a moron" " You filthy drunk piece of shit"
'Alright. We need to consult with family members and neighbours. People please line up for interrogation." The police barked out.
~~~~~~~~~~time skip ~~~~~~~~~
Officer Junho was a mess. Open and close cases all lying haphazardly on the floor. He spilled his coffee on his uniform. His guns broken. There are 5 kidnappings, 7 assults, 2 murders and one possible execution. And a drunk moron just got arrested for assault. Just perfect. He couldn’t care less.
His machine beeped.
"Sir, we have interrogated all of the necessary delegates. They say he's mentally unstable. Has epilepsy, alcoholic, violent and possible psychopath." A young officer reports.
Officer Junho sighed. Great. Just great. A psycho. In his care. This days poll numbers Just keep dropping.
"Sir, we have reports that he might try to get physical. Permission to shoot?"
"No. No. Just..call Seoul Mental Hospital. Tell em we got an open and shut case. And its urgent. Give em the report." He ordered.
"Yes sir." The answering machine beep once again.
~~~~~~~ Jimin ~~~~~~~~
The prison cell is cold, dark and chilly. With only only the moonlight shining through the crack in the small and sandwashed window cell, across Jimins hair and his bruised face. He had been in here for an hour. Probably. Time in prison seems to have slowed down. It gets colder and colder as every second slowly drips by like honey. He quietly laid down on his belly, snuggling his face in his arms and sobbed silently. Yoongi... He thought.
A pair or rough hands landed on his ass and squeezed suddenly. Jimin squeaked in surprise. A deep voice growled in his ear.
" Well well well, look what the dogs dragged in."
"No." Jimin yelled. "Get off".
" oh honey thats exactly what we are gonna do. Now take my belt off. I wanna see that ass bleed."
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The Black Parade
FanficLa Douleur Exquise (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable Thats how Park Jimin spent his days of harlotry and sinning. Even after hours and hours of having blood and semen dripping down his legs, thoughts of...
