Death Row || YOONJIN

027

"Kim Seokjin! What the hell are you doing with that inmate?!"

"Wh-what—" Yoongi stuttered, trying to get off of Seokjin's lap as the older man covered him up.

"Jimin won't say anything, baby." Seokjin muttered, turning to the other prisoner. "Where is your guard, Jimin? I will have to take you back to your cell."

"N-no, don't. I need to talk— just— please listen to me."

Why did Jimin sound so small? Yoongi had always regarded him as a leader; a strong man that everyone followed behind. "J-Jinnie?"

"Just a minute, baby. What is it, Jimin?"

"I was..."

"What is it, Jimin?" Seokjin repeated, taking Yoongi's hand.

"I— I need to tell someone... Youngjae was my physician."

"... Oh my God. No— Jimin...."

"He... I know he tried to g-get to M-Min, but... he— he r-raped me. It was weeks ago, b-before he was sent away, and— and—"

Seokjin pursed his lips, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Y-you were my— my best friend. Just g-give me a hug— one last time." Jimin looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"O-of course, Jiminie. Come here."

The pair were silent for a few moments as they embraced each other in a goodbye.

"We'll use you to testify against him."

"G-good. Hey— hey, Min, what's wrong? Don't cry."

"He'll be fine— just— old memories..."

"Yeah..."

"..."

"Treat him well for me, eh?"

"Of course."

"Oh— and, uh, sorry for beating you up, Min." Jimin's eyes looked apologetic, gazing into Yoongi's with a burning passion to be forgiven.

"Past that," Yoongi murmured, a soft smile gracing his face. "None of this should have happened to you."

"Nor to you."

"Yes..."

"Well, I'll find my way back to my cell without anyone noticing. Get on with what you were doing," Jimin smirked.

"Bye, Jimin," Yoongi whispered.

"Bye, Yoongi."

The door slammed shut.

"How about we take you back to yours, too, baby?"

"N-no... I wanna finish."

"Whatever you want, my baby."