"I— I can't, Mark— I— I— you know I can't just do that—"
"Why not?" Mark sneered, his face fixed in a scowl as he tried to grab at Yoongi's wrists.
"Seokjin— "
"Don't you want to stay with him?"
"Yes!" Yoongi cried out, distressed at the thought of being away from his favorite person in the whole world. He tried to escape away from being in front of Mark's gaze.
Mark sighed, catching Yoongi by the waist. "You chose the hard way, Min." He pressed a button on his headset. "You two, get in here."
A few moments later, two pairs of footprints sounded, heading to the room.
Oh no, no, no.
"Wh-What— " Yoongi choked out, sliding to the floor against the wall behind him.
Youngjae and Jungkook. How?
For a minute, the room was silent except for Yoongi's harsh sobs, holding his head in his hands.
Then, Youngjae spoke. "Aren't you willing to do anything? Don't lie to me, Yoongi— I know how you got here, why you got here. I know you aren't a bad boy."
"I-I'm not," Yoongi whimpered, backing away from the other man. "I just want my Jinnie. Please— "
"Baby, you're such a pretty little thing. Just let me treat you tonight and I'll get you back to your Jinnie."
Jungkook was quiet.
"Please let me go," Yoongi cried out, loud and shaking and so, so scared. "Jungkook!"
Jungkook's eyes filled with tears, but he quickly turned away. "Please," he whispered hoarsely. "Just do it. Save yourself. Save Seokjin... Save Taehyung."
Yoongi didn't understand. He continued to cry and kick and scream to no avail.
Suddenly, a loud bang erupted within the room— a gunshot.
"Hands and knees," Youngjae seethed.
... Yoongi was fucked.
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Death Row || YOONJIN
FanfictionWhen Min Yoongi, a lethargic 22-year-old, gets sent to jail on a false accusation and sentenced to death, he has no one left to believe that he's actually innocent. Surprisingly quickly, he makes a friend, a man who's breathtakingly handsome, a pris...
