Death Row || YOONJIN

005

Yoongi let the guard lead him by the hand to where he presumed was his boss' office.

"After you, Min."

"Thank you," Yoongi mumbled. The guard scoffed but said nothing else, walking inside after the prisoner.

Inside was the guard's boss.

"I'd like to file a complaint," the guard stated, arms crossed over his fit torso.

"Against who?" The woman looked uninterested as she riffled through the large stacks of paper on her desk.

"Mark Tuan."

The woman stopped. "What?"

"I witnessed him trying to take advantage of this prisoner, Min Yoongi." The guard pulled Yoongi in front.

"Okay. Take this and go to the infirmary. Remember to take pictures of the damage."

"Thank you." The guard took the documents the woman held, took Yoongi's arm, and left.

~

Yoongi soon found that the the guard mumbled as he wrote.

"Victim... Min Yoongi... Assailant... Mark Tuan... Witness... Kim Seokjin—"

"Is that— is that your name?" Yoongi blurted, his feet kicking against the legs of the cot.

The guard looked up from the documents. "Yes. Do you need help putting those on?"

"Y-yeah."

The guard, Seokjin, reached for the plasters and ripped a package open. "Turn around. I know for sure I saw some on your back. May I, ah... unzip your suit?"

"Oh... y-yes, you can."

Seokjin slowly brought the zipper down. Suddenly, he sucked in a sharp breath of air. "Don't move. Stay completely still, M- Yoongi."

"O-okay," Yoongi whispered. He hoped whatever was on his back wasn't too bad-looking. It did hurt a lot, though.

"Can you stay calm for me? It must be painful." Seokjin's gauze was dripping blood.

Yoongi didn't answer. He heard the click of a cell phone camera one, two, three times.

"I'm going to dress the wound, okay? I think, for the next couple of days, you'll need to stay in bed."

It stung a lot and Yoongi's eyes were dribbling tears onto his chest. "Y-yes, sir."

"Why don't we talk about my favor to you, hm? What do you want?"

"I— I don't know," Yoongi choked out, his voice thick.

"You want your favorite snack? Maybe a movie? I bet they don't notice your good behavior."

"N-no, they— they don't... "

"There's no rush; I just don't want you to forget."

"A-actually... "

"Yeah?"

"I heard— I heard my— my dog died. My p-puppy, Holly."

"O-oh."

"Can— can you find out i-if that's true? I— I miss him so, so much... " A large tear slipped down Yoongi's cheek, this time from a different kind of pain.

"I— I can try. I had a dog, too, named Jjangu. He passed away, though, a few years ago. I still think about him."

"Holly was my b-best friend. H-he... he was the best d-doggie."

"I bet he was," Seokjin whispered, reaching for one of the biggest plasters.

Yoongi cradled his head in his hands, leaning forward onto his elbows. The bones in his back visibly rippled.

"All done. Can you just wait for me to finish writing him up?"

"Of course."

Yoongi waited a few minutes until Seokjin was done and they both walked back to Yoongi's cell.

"That shouldn't have happened," Seokjin muttered once they got there.

"Y-yeah," Yoongi whispered.

Once Yoongi was out of hearing range, Seokjin said quietly again, "No, you don't understand; that never should have happened... "