Death Row || YOONJIN

double-oh-seven

Because Yoongi wasn't allowed to get up from bed, Seokjin let him not have shower time for just the next day.

That put Yoongi in a good mood.

He ate breakfast and lunch and then dinner, and then it came— ice cream and chocolate.

Seokjin held a suspicious brown paper sack as he opened the cell door and slipped inside.

"Y-you did? For real?"

"Well— well, yeah, I mean, I told you I would—"

Yoongi interrupted him with a hug. "Thank you," he whispered.

Seokjin faltered for moment; then he hugged Yoongi back. "You needed it."

They stayed quiet for a little while.

"I have some plastic utensils."

"I don't," Yoongi giggled.

Seokjin sighed. "And I brought toppings."

"L-like what?"

"Caramel sauce, chocolate chips, cookie dough, brownies— "

Yoongi squealed out loud, making Seokjin laugh.

Seokjin brought out the tub of ice cream, the toppings, and two chocolate bars. "I don't want you to get all messy... What toppings do you want?"

"... I don't know... All of them."

Seokjin laughed again, "Okay."

Soon, Yoongi and Seokjin were sitting on Yoongi's tough bed with heaping bowls of ice cream in their hands.

"Thank you... Really, thank you so much."

"It's all good, I'm just repaying a favor."

~

The next day wasn't so great.

When it was shower time, Seokjin wasn't the only guard there; Mark Tuan was back.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Seokjin growled, glaring pointedly at the corrupted guard.

"You'd be surprised how far money can get you." Mark Tuan's face was covered by a shit-eating smirk and Yoongi was terrified.

"B-but— but the report! We— we—" Yoongi stammered, his eyes wide.

"That report could have come from the trash for all they care. The point is, they let me back here with you. And here, I can do anything I want to you."

"P-please don't touch me," Yoongi pleaded, looking behind him with tears in his eyes; he would be cornered if Mark advanced any further. "Seokjin! Seokjin, help— please help—"

"Get out, Tuan!" Seokjin roared, making Yoongi flinch.

"Hey, hey, if you don't say anything, I just might let you have a piece of that— "

A fist went flying into the side of Mark Tuan's face and he flew back into the wall behind him.

"Now leave before I get mad," Seokjin snarled, walking in between Mark and Yoongi, as to protect the defenseless inmate.

Mark scurried away, holding his bloody cheek, and Yoongi began to cry. "Wh-what if you aren't— aren't here to protect me? What if— What if he tries to touch me a-and you aren't there?"

"You don't need to worry about that; I'll always be here. Go take your shower, Yoongi, go on."

Yoongi let out a sob. "I shouldn't be here. This shouldn't be happening!"

"Yoongi, go."

"I didn't even do anything!"

"Go. I can only help you so far."

"I—I know. I'll be dead within the next year, won't I? I must have done something to deserve it." Yoongi trudged to the shower, his face already wet and his throat clogged.

A tear slipped down Seokjin's own cheek. "No. But I have."