Two months.
Yoongi had two months.
In prison, he had lost his virginity, he had gotten his first kiss, his first real boyfriend. He had almost been raped and had been forced to frequently shower in front of other people...
But Yoongi had never owned a house with his spouse. He had never had kids or gone parasailing or ridden a roller coaster.
Yoongi wasn't ready to die.
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"Seokjin, I can't stay here anymore," Yoongi whispered one night during dinner. It was just the two of them, like always, eating crappy prison food.
"What do you mean? Prison isn't just a hotel you check in and out of, Yoongi," Seokjin murmured lowly, abandoning his food in distaste.
"I mean," Yoongi trembled, his arms folded against his stomach, "I can't stay here knowing I did nothing wrong."
"... baby—"
"I need you to help me."
"I... I—"
"P-please, Seokjin, I feel like— like I'm draining away, like everything's leading up to— up to—"
"Yoongi, I'll help you get out of here."
Yoongi reached over, his eyes glistening subtly, and gave him a big hug. Seokjin was the best, kindest, most empathetic—
"But don't expect me to be there for you when you do."
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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...
