Death Row || YOONJIN

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Yoongi could tell Seokjin was getting mad.

He loved it.

~

Choi Youngjae was nice. Even better, he was hot.

He loved to coddle Yoongi, to give him sweets and hugs and kisses.

Seokjin hated it.

Yoongi was a fucking adult in a fucking prison and he didn't his doctor acting like fucking pediatrician.

God, Choi Youngjae made Seokjin so, so mad.

~

Yoongi was halfway through his appointment and Seokjin wasn't there.

Sure, Youngjae was sweet and awesome, but he wasn't Seokjin. He wasn't the guy who had saved Yoongi from being raped, wasn't the guy that had brought him ice cream and toppings because he was hurting.

Yoongi sat on the cot, pouting as he toyed with his fingers and Youngjae wrote on his chart. "Yoongi—"

The door loudly swung open and Seokjin stumbled in, panting as if he had ran a soccer field. "I-I'm here! We can start now!"

Youngjae scoffed, flipping though the pages pinned to his clipboard. "I was going to say— before you interrupted us— Yoongi, doll, you gotta gain some weight. You're below the healthy line, and we need to do something."

Seokjin scowled at him. "He's perfect the way he is. You don't get to dictate—"

"Kim, I'm his fucking doctor!"

"Then stop giving him candy! And stop hugging him because you're his fucking doctor! You don't get to do that because that's what I'm here for!"

"You're forgetting that you're his prison guard!"

"And you're forgetting that you're not his fucking boyfriend!"

Suddenly, they heard the door slam shut.

"Fuck."

~

"Yoongi, I'm so, so sorry, honey, you didn't deserve that—"

"Be quiet. I don't want to talk to you, so please let me sleep."

"Honey—"

"Don't call me that! I'm not— You're not—"

"Not what, Yoongi?" Seokjin whispered, suddenly quiet.

"You're not my boyfriend," Yoongi mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself as the air in the room grew significantly colder.

"Yoongi..." Seokjin murmured, pulling the smaller into a hug. "Come here, honey. You don't have to be lonely, not when you're with me."

"I'm in prison for— for a crime I didn't commit. I'm nothing but lonely."

Seokjin pressed a chaste kiss to Yoongi's cheek. "You have me."

"Seokjin, we both know I'm dying before I get out of here."

"Well, then... hope for a miracle. When you— when we get out of here, I'll— I'll take you out, like a— a date. When we get out, I'll propose to you and we'll... buy a house. A small house. And a small dog— brown like Holly. I'll show you to my family and I'll take you on walks on the seashore and we'll eat meat together and... and..."

Seokjin was suddenly worried that he had come on too strong.

Then he soft lips collided with his and a small body crawled onto his lap.

"God, I love you— I love so, so much," Yoongi murmured into Seokjin's lips, his hands going to Seokjin's broad shoulders. He pulled away a few moments later, cradled in Seokjin's strong arms.

"I love you, too, Yoongi. More than I can say."