Death Row || YOONJIN

004

It was maybe a fourth of the way through his first year of prison when Yoongi met Kim Seokjin. And sadly, it had been during shower time.

Like he did every night, Yoongi had stripped off his unflattering jumpsuit. But when he had been about to step into the shower that day, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

Startled, he flinched away roughly and ended up on his butt on the floor, a pained groan leaving his lips.

A man had grabbed him. Yoongi recognized him; this guard had been assigned to attend Yoongi during shower time for the past couple of weeks.

Yoongi crossed his arms in his lap as to hide his parts, but the man sneered, "Come on, get up. Let me see."

"Wh-what?" Yoongi whispered, already dreading what was to come. The guard crowded him into the corner of the room and Yoongi scooted away. The second guard just watched.

"Stand up, you little bitch."

The man grabbed his arm again and harshly pulled him up, making Yoongi hiss in pain. "Let go!"

"You want me to tell my boss you were trying to get escape? You want your rec room privileges taken away? You want to stay in your room all day?"

"N-no—" Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed. "D-don't say that— I didn't do anything— anything to you—"

"Stand up!"

Yoongi stood up, his eyes becoming glossy with tears. "P-please— please don't h-hurt me—"

"Ay, Tuan, let him go."

The new voice make Yoongi's ears perk up.

"What's it to you, Kim?"

"Don't want to lose my fuckin' job, that's what it is to me," the second guard snarked, slowly advancing towards him and 'Tuan'. "Now, let him go before I drop kick you."

"Okay, okay!" Tuan threw Yoongi to the floor, making him cry out.

"Now leave," the other guard growled, looking scary and mean.

Tuan rolled his eyes and left.

Yoongi counted maybe ten seconds before the guard addressed him.

"Sorry that had to happen, Min. I'll get you some plasters if you'll just come with me." The guard put a hand out for Yoongi to take.

Yoongi stared.

"Let's go, I don't want you to lose any rest. You've got a big day tomorrow and I have to report Mark Tuan for attempted rape tonight, with you helping me file it."

"N-no, please don't," Yoongi whispered.

"What? Why?" The guard looked annoyed and mad and Yoongi felt like curling up into a ball to hide from that scary glare.

"Th-they— the other g-guys— they'll— they'll—"

"Hey," the guard's face softened, "No one has to know except my boss."

Still, Yoongi was terrified that the other inmates would think he was powerless.

"If— if you finish your shower and we go file this report together, I'll— I'll... owe you a favor. But you can't use that favor to get out of here."

"... Really?"

"Anything aside from escaping."

"O-okay, then... "

"Now, go on and finish your shower. I'll be waiting here."

It was then that Yoongi remembered that he was still naked. He blushed and walked hastily to the stall.

He would shower quickly tonight.