Death Row || YOONJIN

022

It had been about a week since the incident.

"Seokjin, baby, please," Yoongi sobbed as the older man passed him his dinner tray and walked out, locking the cell behind him. Seokjin kept walking, even through hearing Yoongi's distress.

Yoongi's sanity and willpower were crumbling and Seokjin wouldn't acknowledge him.

"I'll do whatever you want! I'll make Youngjae go to jail, I— I'll— "

"Do that, then," Seokjin glared, turning into the next hallway so that he was out of Yoongi's line of vision.

All Yoongi ever did anymore was cry.

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"Youngjae isn't— he isn't a bad man; he made a bad choice is all."

"Almost raping you isn't just another bad choice."

"But I wasn't raped!"

"But you could have been! Fuck it— I can't believe this is actually a conversation I have to have with you."

"You don't have to have this conversation with me," Yoongi muttered heatedly, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah— no, you're right. You're totally right, Yoongi."

"..."

"God, why did I have to pick someone with absolutely no sense of self-preservation—"

"Just come off it, okay? Please learn to be okay with my choices! You weren't even there!"

"You are a person that lives in a maximum-security prison. Why did I even bother—"

"Please stop," Yoongi whispered.

"I just don't understand myself. I don't get why I would go for a guy that thinks it's okay to pardon a rapist from going to prison."

"I get that you don't understand my opinions, that you don't like them, but—"

"God, he's your fucking doctor, too. He's seen you naked before, too—"

"Youngjae is my friend! Was— he was my friend..."

"Well he doesn't deserve to be!"

"You're the one that wont respect my opinions!"

"Well— well your opinions are wrong!"

"Okay, Seokjin," Yoongi murmured softly. "It's shower time now, so please leave. I don't really want to be around you right now."

"There's a shortage of guards right now, so..."

"Then I'll go to sleep and have shower time tomorrow. Goodnight. P-please leave."

"Baby, I—"

"Seokjin. Please— please go away before I start—"

"But—!"

"S-Seokjin, I—I... I really don't want you here right now." Yoongi pursed his lips as tears began to slip down his cheeks.

"Fine!" Seokjin yelled. "I'm leaving! Happy now?"

Yoongi cried harder into his hands, sitting down on his cot.

Would him and Seokjin survive this?