Different (Jihope, Namjin, Taegikook)

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Seokjin POV

"ALL OF YOU FUCKERS, STAND!" A guard shouts. Everyone inside the cages stand immediately. I don't blame them, we're all terrified. "SOCIAL HOUR, GO!"

The cages finally open. Everyone runs out, eager to have some form of socialization. I slowly walk out of my cage, and over to a small corner.

"You look lonely." A boy hesitantly makes his way over to me.

"There's no point in socializing." I chuckle humorlessly. "This isn't a place to make friends. We need to focus on surviving."

"I don't....wanna be here anymore." The boy looks down.

"None of us want to be here, kid." I sigh, looking up at him. "What's your name?"

"Oh. I'm Namjoon." He smiles. Aww, he has dimples.

"Seokjin." I say. "I wish there was some way that I could leave."

"Me too. I sit in my cage, wondering what it would be like to have a real family. I'd like to meet my parents one day." Namjoon says.

"I feel the same way." I frown. "How old are you, Namjoon? And what's your power?"

"I'm 16, and I can control people's minds or possess them." He smiles slightly. "You?"

"17, and I control ice and snow." I say. "Maybe....maybe one day we'll get out of here. We just have to hope. Right?"

"Right." He grins.

"Social hour is almost over." I frown. "Meet me here tomorrow?"

"I'll be here." He says. "I'll see you later, Seokjin."

"See you, Namjoon." I say. The guard forces us back into our cages. I guess they've made a few changes, because I'm dragged into a room with 6 other boys. We're all shoved into different cages.

"W-Why are we here?" A small boy sniffles. "I don't like this!"

"It'll be okay." I say. "Just....stay calm. Okay?"

"Are they gonna make us fight again? I don't wanna!" A talker boy with a bunny face cries.

"Hey, relax. Everything will be fine." I look at all of them reassuringly. That's when I notice Namjoon sitting there.

"I-I'm scared, hyung." He sobs.

"Don't be, we'll be alright." I reach through my cage to grab his hand. A guard immediately hits me across the face with his baton.

"Hyung!" Namjoon exclaims.

"No socializing." The guard growls. I hold a hand to my bleeding nose, allowing a few tears to roll down my face. It doesn't hurt, I'm just sick of living like this.

"I....I want to go home." I let out a sob. The boys all look over at me, a bit shocked. I was calm just a few minutes ago, but now I'm a crying mess. "Let me out of here!"

I hit the side of the cage repeatedly. Guards rush in, probably to beat me. But I'm too angry and sad to care. I raise my hand, trying to get them to back off. But their suits are immune to our powers, just like the cages. They all start to hit me with their batons and bats.

"Oh god, why did he do that?!" One of the boys exclaim. A few of them start to cry as they watch the guards beat me. Finally, the guards leave me cell. I immediately sit up, and lean against the wall

"Why would you do something like that?" A taller boy asks, sniffling a bit.

"I don't know." I admit. "I just....got so angry. Never make the same mistake I just did. Understand?"

"Y-Yes." They all nod. I close my eyes, the pain beginning to overwhelm me.