(Completed) Officer/Yoonmin

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Three years later.....

I snarled at the officer who roughly pushed me, not being able to wait to get out of this damn place.

I had on a simple long sleeve white shirt and some black ripped jeans, simple clothes they gave me to finally go out into the 'world'.

Fuck the world.
I was then let go, looking behind my shoulder to see the officers walking back towards the prison, leaving me standing before it alone.

I looked up that sky, finally being able to see it beyond four walls.
"Damn do I miss being out here."
I whisper.

I run a hand through my long hair, sighing as I realize it now went down to my shoulders.
My muscled arm grabbed onto a few strands, wondering if I should cut it.

"Probably."
I tell myself.
I start to walk away, wondering what the others have been doing.
How Yoongi's been doing.......

It's been three years since I've seen him.
I don't know what became of him.
I don't know if he got better, or let his inner demons take control of him.

I walk along the dirt road, thinking about how to get to Seoul.

"They said that I was going to the prison in Busan, so it'll be a two hour drive....so maybe a five hour walk? Oh fuck."
I grip my hair.
How the fuck am I going to get there???

•••

I sat down on the sidewalk, taking big deep breaths against the sign that read 'Welcome to Seoul'.
It's been at least eight hours, my entire plan off. I underestimated how many times I had to stop, and how many road blocks and limitations there were.

I sighed, knowing I still had a long way to go.
I got up, stretching my sore limbs to the max until I couldn't anymore.

I walked, and walked, and walked.
In a random alleyway, I decided to make a bed out of old blankets, not wanting to travel in the dark.

I didn't need to worry about getting robbed, I only had on old clothes that not even I want.
I slowly close my eyes, thinking about meeting Yoongi for the first time in years.

•••

I'm in front of my old apartment, smelly from the garbage that I woke up under.
Sweaty from the long eight hours to get here.
And angry, for finding out that I had no visitors for my arrival, all the way to my departure.

I've seen no one in three years.

I walk through, seeing no one at the receptionist desk, thankful that I wouldn't have to deal with that.
I walk up to the elevator, pressing the up button, watching as a few seconds later it opens up.

I walk in, clicking the button to my old floor, feeling the elevator move up slowly.
I watch as the dial above the door moves floor upon floor, taking me up more and more.

The elevator dings, signaling that I got to my floor. I walk out into the hallway, walking the familiar path towards my old apartment, feeling the nostalgia.

I stop in front of my room door, knocking on it, feeling the excitement build up.
An old lady opens the door, and I frown.

Minutes later I'm walking away with a frown on my face and a scribbled address on a piece of paper in my hand.

Fucking complicated bitches.

•••

"J-Jimin!!"
I look a surprised Taehyung up and down.
He looks more scrawny than before.
Brown short hair slightly covering an undercut, a long sleeve anime shirt with black shorts on his body, along with a couple of hickeys- wait hickeys?

My eyes immediately trained on them, and he covered them in embarrassment.
"Come in."
I walk inside, looking around the lavish place.

There were lots of velvet. Curtains, clothes, chairs, rugs, you name it.
A chandelier hung above us, crystals attached.
Anything not velvet was white marble.

I was led into a living room, getting slowly closer and closer to laugher.
I finally then walk into the room, and all laughter stops.

"Jimin?"

•••

Lynn~~