Dr. Kim Hongjoong visits America's most dangerous criminal and tells him his personal experiences in Juvenile Detention.
Welcome to Law of Humanity where a prison society and an ambitious psychiatrist transform seven demons into seven angels. May pe...
A/N: There is a racist term called Jap mentioned and please don't ever use this word. It was used by Americans to sort of ridicule/dehumanize Japanese Americans during WWII because the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. (The Japanese equivalent to the n word) Also, I hope Google Translate is accurate so if anyone speaks Japanese please don't be afraid to tell me if it's wrong.
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Indeed Choi Jongho was charged for homicide, accidental killing.
With that sole sentence they sealed their lips and abandoned him to our abode. The seven of us would reside in this cell for the rest of our juvenile careers. At least that's what they implied it to be.
Jongho would not utter a single sound as his lips were sewed shut. Even his footsteps were merely whispers emitted from fibers of sock's yarn slipping against the coat of concrete.
Antagonizing it was to spectate his sloth like movements as the ticks of the clock seem to halt to a stop. His silence had influenced the chatty Yunho and Mingi as their lips zipped shut and only simply observed.
The youngest sat in the corner of the room with legs tucked in those burly arms. His entire stature was tensed as the lines of muscles were evident when sitting.
This posture reminded me of when I first saw Wooyoung, he too was in the exact position. However underneath the same neat bowl of black hair was a blank stare. Round brown orbs void of any emotion yet so guarded and prepared for any slight offense. The elusive power raging within made me moribound.
Like me, solitary confinement must have stripped his humanity away yet his methods of coping is very contrasting to mine. I have spread my arms to the troubling truth with a delightful smile yet he must have swam against the tides, then ultimately lost and is currently sinking under the ocean of guilt.
That theory frolicked upon the surface of my thoughts but I had to remind myself it was just an educated guess.
So to prove my solidified conclusion, I scooted my butt next to his. In the meanwhile, my heart was under a palpitation which made me so thankful that the shuddering arms was hidden by my long sleeves. Swaying my head to the right, I saw Yeosang smirk with gleeful eyes like the cocky little bitch he was.
Turning a blind eye to the teasing boy, with sonic speed I sputtered, "Hi Jongho!" and frantically waved while I hoped he couldn't detect the blush on my face.
His nose was buried between his chest and legs with no answer.
"..How is Jeju so far?"
He turned his head away from me and towards the window as if the background would inspire his reply.
"Technically I don't know. I was brought here immediately."
"Have you visited here before?" This time it was Yeosang who questioned with round eyes. He leaned forward towards Jongho and cocked his head.
