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Cold Case Love [HIATUS]

Summary:

it wasn't in yoongi's plan to fall in love with the youngest person to ever be in death row in south korea when he signed up to be a police officer, but shit happens

Chapter 1

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

yoongi was excited and nervous at the same time when he entered the facility, looking around him, following his seniors.

the youth detention center was different than the other correctional facilities he'd visited before.

seeing teenage boys with cuffed wrists and ankles was unsettling.

he couldn't help but wonder about these kids, some have made small offences, and some kids were actual criminals.

it sent shivers down yoongi's spine, but he decided to ignore it for now. he knew it was something he had to go through to get his dream job.

yoongi always went after his dreams, if he wanted something - he would get it.

he remembers clearly, that when he was around five, his old man asked him what he wanted to be when he grows older - "a police officer!" he answered excitedly, bouncing up and down.

and it wasn't just a childish, unreachable dream for yoongi, no.

if yoongi wanted something - he would get it.

at the age of twenty five, after getting his high school diploma, getting his bachelor's degree, achieving a passing score on the entrance exam, passing driving and physical exams and getting through six months of training, yoongi was finally an intern.

his internship would take place at a juvenile detention center, and he was about to find out what was his job there exactly. 

he was glad he at least had jung hoseok by his side, a friend he met during training.

"this way" yoongi was snapped back to reality by the prison's ceo, chang bonhwa, the other police officers who were there for protection, he assumed, stopped their steps outside an office.

mr chang entered the room, signaling the other two to get inside as well, as they did the man closed the door after him and gestured the two to sit in front of him.

he made himself comfortable on his rolling computer chair by the desk, fingers crossed over his chest, back leaned against the chair.

yoongi almost squirmed in his chair from how nervous he was for what was about to come, now this felt more real than ever.

he stole a glance towards hoseok, who was just as nervous, fidgeting in his seat, ironically it made yoongi feel a little bit less stressed.

"i'm very proud of both of you," the man looked between the two, yoongi and hoseok quickly bowed, "i've heard you two were top trainees, that's what got you here in the first place"

the two bowed awkwardly again, not really sure what to do nor say.

"jung, what made you want to become a police officer?" 

hoseok froze in place for a few seconds when he was addressed, he quickly cleared his throat to collect himself, "my father was a police officer most of his life," hoseok started, regaining confidence, "he retired a few years ago, and i wanted to do this for him, keep the legacy going. wanted to make him and my family proud, and wanted to make my country proud by serving and protecting" 

mr chang hummed and nodded, pleased with the answer, then his eyes flicked to yoongi.

yoongi raised his chin a bit to seem confident and ready to answer, although inside he definitely wasn't, "what about you, min?" the man's gaze was so piercing, yoongi thought the older could actually read his mind and know what he's feeling inside.

"my mother and two sisters were killed two years ago in a mass murder," the silence that surrounded the room was unbearable, "i've always wanted to be a cop, ever since i was five, actually," he chuckled sadly at the memory, "but when that happened, i wanted to be the guy that caught that bitch and put her in jail. i want justice to be served, i want to take bad people's freedom and contribute to the system"

mr chang smirked, clearly liking yoongi's answer. the man placed both of his elbows on the table and put his chin on top of his crossed fingers. 

"the reason you two were called here today was because i wanted you to start your internship. today you will be assisted by officers who have experience in this facility for many years to show you around, go about the rules and show you what exactly you'll be doing throughout your internship"

the boys stayed quiet, anticipating.

"jung, since i've noticed you also have an education degree as well, you're going to be in charge of the youth's rehabilitation.

which means their education and mental stability. you're going to be a therapist and a teacher three classes a day - section a, section b and section c. 

one of our former therapists will assist you today to teach you our education system for each class"

hoseok nodded and bowed, "thank you" 

"and as for you, min," the man titled his head, yoongi breathed in deeply, "since i was touched by your story, i have a very special job for you" the man smiled, yoongi gulped.

 

-

 

yoongi thought that being assisted by a police officer would be professional - not with kim fucking seokjin.

that man couldn't keep his mouth shut, not even for a damn second. 

yoongi considered himself a very calm man, but seokjin's constant blabbering really got on his nerves. 

"- and this is the cafeteria," seokjin spread his arms and presented the cafeteria as it was a house tour, yoongi rolled his eyes, "section a eat their breakfast at seven am, section b at seven thirty am and section c at eight.

monday, thursday and friday are sweet potato soup with bread or rice and beans.

tuesday, saturday and sunday are pasta and salad or sausages and mashed potatoes.

wednesday-"

"can i ask you a question?" yoongi cut his words, seokjin blinked and nodded, "what are these sections?"

"oh! sorry, forgot to mention that," seokjin apologized and turned around to face yoongi, "section a are kids that did minor crimes like smoking weed, getting speeding tickets multiple times and not paying for it and more of that kind.

section b is a little bit more serious like selling drugs, armed robbery, extreme violence and section c... well, murderers, rapists... you can imagine"

yoongi shook his head, "i can't actually, i can't digest the fact that every person here that behind bars is under eighteen"

seokjin chuckled, "well, you're about to get even more surprised"

yoongi frowned.

 

-

 

yoongi never considered himself a claustrophobic, but that moving stall they called an elevator was absolutely frightening. 

old, almost fully sealed, the walls were made out of thick concrete, and only a small wired window gave them the opportunity to look outside.

yoongi let out a relieved sigh when the elevator finally stopped and the concrete doors slid open loudly, both he and seokjin got out.

yoongi looked up at the huge sign that said 'section d', he furrowed his brows.

"i thought there were only three section?"

"follow me" seokjin kept on walking, yoongi tried to catch his steps.

"what is this section?"

"your new job is to be a a private officer to one of the kids"

yoongi stopped walking, "like a fucking babysitter?"

"not quite," seokjin turned around to face him, and this was the first time since he met seokjin that he saw the guy's serious facial expression.

yoongi looked at the sealed concrete doors around them, it didn't look like the regular cells the other sections had.

"are these... filled with kids?"

seokjin shook his head, "no, there's only one person here"

yoongi looked at the taller one, waiting for an explanation.

seokjin pointed towards one of the doors, only one tiny mail hole sized opening was in the middle of the sealed door of the room, "this is jeon jungkook's room, the youngest person to ever be in death row inside of south korea"

yoongi widened his eyes. 

Notes:

HI GUYS
This is still a little bit weird for me, writing a story that's not apart of D&B (I know I had a one-shot and I started DBR but this is my first fic after D&B is officially over)
I hope you'll like this, and I hope you'll support this story as well.
I love you <3
and if you're a new reader, welcome! love you too <3

(i came back home after a long ass break so chapters will not be updated everyday anymore, i'm sorry)

Chapter Text

yoongi had heard about jeon jungkook before.

a crime so vile and vicious that the south korean media didn't dare to cover it. 

south korea didn't want to associate itself with him, it was the government's secret.

everyone in the police corporation knew who jeon jungkook was, but no one has ever talked about the crime.

he gulped, looking at seokjin with furrowed brows.

"jeon jungkook? i thought officers with experience usually deal with criminals on this level"

seokjin took a deep breath and looked at the metal door to the boy's room, "it is a job for experienced officers, i guess mr chang really trusts you"

"or no one else wants to do it and i got the short stick" yoongi crossed his arms, annoyed and nervous.

"so," seokjin tried to change the subject quickly, "he doesn't eat with the rest of the sections, he's not allowed to go out of his cell.

he's not allowed to go outside, he has a toilet in his cell and a shower head with a floor drain, you'll see it in a few seconds.

we have cameras in each cell, and his is supervised twenty four seven. his ankles and wrists are cuffed even when he sleeps, so all you need to do is-"

yoongi raised an eyebrow and cut the older's words, "help him pee, shit and shower?"

seokjin nodded, "not just that, we only bring him food when he's hungry. if he doesn't ask, we don't give him any. 

if he has any medical condition that needs to be attended to, it's your job. 

he had tried to harm himself and run away multiple times, that's why he needs security at all times" seokjin explain.

yoongi groaned, not really keen of the entire situation.

what has the boy done to receive such a treatment?

"let's go" the taller unlocked the door, which took some time since there so many locks in so many different forms and shapes.

when he finally opened the heavy metal door, yoongi felt cold air hitting his face, his heart was beating fast in his chest.

seokjin entered the room, yoongi followed right behind him.

and then he was met with big, doe, innocent set of eyes.

 

-

 

jeon jungkook had black and wavy hair, eyes as deep as the ocean, dark as his soul, yoongi assumed. 

he was skinny, too skinny for it to be healthy, but considering the circumstances it was understandable. 

and as seokjin mentioned, his wrists and ankles were indeed cuffed.

but not by regular handcuffs, no, these were locks. hard, metal locks locked around petite wrists and ankles.

his entire body was covered in nasty purple and even black bruises, probably a work done by the officers.

"so, this is him" seokjin wasn't even looking at the kid, almost acting as if he wasn't there, too busy looking around the room.

jungkook lifted his head up and let out a small smile, he bowed his head slightly towards yoongi.

yoongi swallowed and was about to bow his head as well but was stopped by seokjin's sudden outburst.

"what the fuck is that?!" both yoongi and jungkook were startled, turning their heads to look at the older.

"why the fuck is the pillow on the ground again?!" said pillow was thrown directly at the younger, hitting him on the face quite harshly for a pillow.

jungkook jolted from the impact and his face stayed turned to the side, eyes looking down, "i-i'm sorry..." he stuttered, bottom lip trembling, "it fell and i couldn't get it up-"

"shut the fuck up, always making a fucking mess here," seokjin clicked his tongue and got closer to the boy, taking his chin between his forefinger and thumb, making jungkook look him dead in the eyes, "don't fucking do that shit again, you hear me?!" he spat at his face, the boy nodded, body visibly shaking.

yoongi didn't like this, yoongi didn't like this at all.

"y-yes sir..." 

"maybe officer min here will finally put some manners into you before you go to burn in hell"

jungkook flicked his eyes to look at yoongi, eyes pleading, screaming, yoongi inhaled deeply. 

 

-

 

yoongi followed seokjin down the hall quietly, head down, thoughts running through his mind. 

seokjin stopped by the elevator and turned around to look at the younger, "is everything good, bro?"

the blonde titled his head and scratched the back of his head, "no, no... everything is fine, i'm just trying to let it all sink in"

"don't let his looks fool you," yoongi froze at that. 

"he knows exactly what he's doing, he's an absolute genius, which makes him an absolute psychopath as well.

he knows how to manipulate people and has no sympathy. 

the cop before you quit the police corporation completely because of him, don't let your nice side out to that monster"

yoongi hugged himself while seokjin pressed the button to call the elevator.

"what did he do?"

seokjin sighed, "it's confidential. only a few people from the government know the full story, i barely know the full story

but believe me, you don't want to know"

and somehow, yoongi found it hard to believe.

those eyes...

 

-

 

"hey dude," hoseok spoke with his mouth full of his lunch, "you look out of it"

yoongi was swirling his fork in the spaghetti in front of him, thinking. overthinking.

he blinked and hummed towards hoseok.

"what were you saying?"

hoseok chuckled, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "what the fuck happened? what's your 'special job'?"

yoongi dropped the dork and leaned back against the chair in the cafeteria, "i need to babysit jeon jungkook"

hoseok froze and looked at yoongi, smiled disappearing from his face almost immediately, "jeon jungkook? the kid that's in death row?"

the older nodded.

hoseok shoulder's dropped, "shit, man, this is scary"

"that's the thing, he doesn't look that scary. and it just looks like they treat him badly on purpose"

"yoongi, i'm sure there's a reason he's in death row and not in section c. he must've done something pretty fucked up to be in that position"

yoongi took a deep breath, "yeah, you're right. he's just so young..."

"all of the kids here are young, but some have done some pretty fucked up shit. some people are born crazy, not become crazy"

yoongi wanted to drop that subject, "so, how was your first impression? how's your class room?-"

hoseok's face lit up again, "it's so cool! we went to-"

"you're the new officer that's looking after jungkookie, right?" both hoseok and yoongi turned around to look at the short young guy standing behind them, voice soft.

parted brown hair, droopy eyes and big lips.

yoongi didn't know how to address prisoners yet so he just nodded.

the kid's expression turned serious, "you've got to help him"

yoongi frowned, "what do you mean?"

"he's innocent!" the kid then raised his voice, yoongi's blood turned cold, "you've got to help him-" in seconds, there were two officers behind the kid, gripping his arms harshly and dropping him on the floor.

"park jimin, this is the last warning before you go to 'the room'!" one of the officers yelled, the kid, jimin, struggled against the officers while being cuffed.

yoongi didn't like this, yoongi didn't like this at all.

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"what is 'the room'?" seokjin stopped in his steps for that, turning around to look at yoongi.

the older cleared his throat, "it's a punishment room for prisoners who misbehave"

yoongi raised an eyebrow, "so, like a jail inside a jail?" 

the hazel haired laughed and nodded, "something like that"

"and what does it look like?"

"you've seen it already"

yoongi was confused with seokjin's answer, titling his head and frowning. 

seokjin looked at him knowingly.

oh.

"jeon jungkook's cell"

"right. the other cells there are a time out"

"and how often do they usually stay there?"

"it depends on what they've done, usually not more than three months"

yoongi widened his eyes, "three months" he repeated.

seokjin then crossed his arms, there was a smirk sneaking its way that yoongi didn't miss, "it's interesting that mr chang was so impressed with you"

"what does that supposed to mean?"

the other shrugged with fake innocence, "you're a little empathetic, aren't you?"

yoongi frowned, he didn't like seokjin's tone, "what am i supposed to be? a monster like the prisoners here?"

"you don't think of them as monsters, i think that's the problem. you feel bad for them, i thought you wanted to become a police officer to catch these people and bring justice"

"i do."

"then start acting like this, kid, you won't last here for long if you see them as people"

that sentence haunted yoongi.

 

yoongi decided to change the subject, "who was that jimin kid?"

"park jimin?" seokjin started to walk again, yoongi behind him.

"what's his connection to jeon jungkook?"

"he's a lunatic, he murdered his baby sister, i wouldn't listen to him"

it sent shivers down yoongi's spine.

he believed that there are evil people in the world, of course he did, the woman who murdered his mother and baby sister was the proof of that.

but... he saw the kid's face, park jimin, so innocent, so pure, so young. 

it was hard for yoongi to comprehend that young kids will do things like that.

but like hoseok said, some people were born crazy, not become crazy. 

seokjin's voice cut yoongi's line of thoughts, "jeon jungkook used to be in section c as well, they became friends i guess, probably planned to run away together"

yoongi made sure to keep the name park jimin in mind.

suddenly seokjin stopped by the elevator.

"where are we going?" yoongi asked.

the taller blinked, "what do you mean, where are we going? your first shift with jeon jungkook starts now"

yoongi's body tensed.

 

-

 

they were standing outside of jungkook's cell, yoongi let out a deep breath.

"you are not to speak to him, doesn't matter if he asks you a question or just talk to you, you don't answer. 

like i told you, he's a genius, he knows how to manipulate people with his looks and words. 

he has an emergency button at the side of his bed, turn it off when you're there and turn it on when you're not.

i'll be watching the cctv the entire time, so you don't have to worry.

if you need to go to the toilet, signal me and i'll come to replace you"

"why do i need to watch him if he's capable of doing things on his own, and his cell is always monitored?"

"there's always someone there with him, he can't really do anything on his own... it's just not a job for everyone and mr chang believes that it is for you"

it was a vague answer, yoongi wasn't satisfied with it.

"here," seokjin handed an earbud, "i'll contact you when needed"

 

seokjin left yoongi on his own, yoongi inserted the earbud to his ear.

"you hear me?" he heard the older's voice after a few minutes.

"yes" yoongi confirmed, body shaking.

"you can go inside, let me tell you how to unlock it"

yoongi did as he was told, hands sweaty, slippery.

he walked inside, the kid was fast asleep.

yoongi took a deep breath and locked the door behind him, he walked over to turn off the emergency button, and was startled when he saw a set of big eyes looking directly into his own eyes.

"morning" the kid, jeon jungkook, said with a groggy voice, hair a mess from sleep, small smile creeping its way.

yoongi wasn't allowed to answer.

he just turned off the button and sat on the bed on the other side of the room, left leg over the right one, hands crossed, looking at jungkook.

"oh, you're not allowed to talk to me?" jungkook's face fell, he bit his bottom lip and sat up, messing his hair even more.

he looked like a normal kid to yoongi.

"i figured as much," he chuckled sadly, voice so small, "they don't want me to make friends here anymore"

yoongi wanted to ask why.

what was the reason?

what did he do?

 

yoongi sat there for hours, watching the kid rolling on his bed left and right, falling back to sleep and wake up several times.

it was for yoongi to stay awake as well.

his eyelids fell for a millisecond before a voice made him jolt in his seat, "i need to pee..." he said it so shyly, lowering his head in shame.

yoongi's breath hitched.

what the fuck was he supposed to do?

as if in cue, seokjin's voice could be heard in his earbud, "help him take off his pants"

yoongi flicked his eyes up towards the camera, raising his eyebrows as if saying "are you fucking kidding me?"

"it's only pee, lower it a little so he can get his thingy out and that's it"

yoongi shuddered, what was he doing here?

he worked so hard his entire life for... that?

the blonde groaned and got up from the bed, he didn't want to disappoint anyone on his first day.

he gripped jungkook's slim arms quite tightly, he then made him stand up.

yoongi pulled the younger towards the toilet and lowered the latter's pants, oh god he was embarrassed.

and he wasn't the only one.

the kid whined a bit, lifting his cuffed hands towards his face in an afford to hide it.

yoongi noticed jungkook's face turned completely red.

the older sighed and lowered the kid's briefs as well, looking up to the ceiling and walking back slightly.

"p-please don't look at me" jungkook begged, and yoongi didn't plan to.

"don't take your eyes off of him" yoongi blinked, is seokjin being serious right now?

"he could hide something, he could try something, be alert at all times"

yoongi closed his eyes and released a sigh, he lowered his head and opened his eyes again, looking at the boy.

jungkook's head was turned back at him, he looked sad.

betrayed.

but... he didn't even know yoongi.

he could see those big doe eyes getting glossy, teary.

this is not okay.

yoongi didn't like this, yoongi didn't like this at all.

it wasn't his intention but his eyes darted lower, something caught his interest.

the bruises jungkook had all over his arms and legs were nothing compared to the bruises he had on his thighs and butt.

what the fuck are these people doing to him?

what did he do to deserve it?

so many questions.

 

 

yoongi assumed it was late at night.

jungkook was just sitting on his bed, looking down, humiliated even after hours after what happened.

it was quiet, too quiet.

until it wasn't anymore.

jungkook's stomach growled. 

yoongi watched him as the kid squirmed in his bed, face red, looking back at him as well.

the older flicked his eyes up towards the emergency button and then back to jungkook, not being able to tell the kid what wanted to.

seokjin wasn't lying when he said jungkook was a smart one.

jungkook shrugged, "even if i press it they don't give me food"

yoongi raised an eyebrow in confusion, but seokjin said-

"they told you they only give me food when i ask right?" he smiled, sad.

sad.

sad.

so much emotions in those eyes.

"it's not true, it's a lie," it was said so innocently, child-like, with a slight lisp, "they usually ignore it or forget to bring me food. they don't care about me"

this was it for yoongi.

he stood up and walked over the younger's bed, the latter looking at him wide eyed, following his every move.

yoongi pressed the emergency button and unlocked the door.

 

 

seokjin quickly whipped his head to his side when he saw yoongi standing in the cctv room.

he was busy with his phone, not even paying attention to the cameras anymore.

yoongi chuckled in his mind, what a fucking liar.

he wondered what else they lie about.

"the kid is hungry"

seokjin raised his eyebrows in surprise, "he asked you to bring him food?"

"yes" yoongi lied, remembering the skinny boy sitting in the cell by himself, starving.

seokjin then nodded, "i'll take care of it when i have time" he said nonchalantly.

yoongi frowned, "the kid is hungry now"

"i said, i'll take care of it when i have time, yoongi" seokjin said in a stern voice.

yoongi nodded and went back to jungkook's cell.

 

two hours.

three hours.

four hours.

no fucking food.

 

yoongi grunted and decided to take things to his hands.

he's not going to let that kid die from hunger in his watch.

he went to the cafeteria kitchen, a spotted a few prisoners there, talking.

they froze and stopped talking when they saw yoongi, looking frightened.

"make me food, i'm hungry"

 

 

yoongi held the warm box of food in his hands when he made his way back to jungkook's cell when he was stopped by seokjin.

"what do you think that you're doing, min?"

"i was hungry."

"don't fucking lie to me, i know what you're doing"

yoongi took a deep breath, "you can't expect me to treat a kid like he's not human when i don't even know what he'd done to deserve it.

i'm not going to let him starve to death in front of my eyes.

you either tell me what he did or get out of my way"

"you don't get to tell me what to do, let alone give me ultimatums.

i'm here deciding the rules, and if i tell you to do something, there's a reason behind it and you need to follow it. or else-"

yoongi snorted, "or else what? mr chang chose me, not you," seokjin frowned at that.

bingo.

"i know that it sucks seeing a rookie doing the job that you wanted, but there's nothing you can do about it.

what will you tell him? that the kid was hungry and i went to bring him food? there's nothing you can fucking say to him that will make me look bad.

i'm doing everything by the rules, didn't i? now please, get out of my way."

 

 

yoongi locked the door behind him and threw the food box on jungkook.

jungkook jumped and looked at the box, blinking.

"i- you didn't have to do this"

"eat." that was the first word he said to jungkook.

jungkook lifted his head and smiled at him.

and maybe,

maybe,

it was a little bit worth it.

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"there's no fucking information on the kid" yoongi was lying on his single bed in his and hoseok's small shared apartment near the facility.

a laptop was on his lap, while his neck was supported by his pillow, blue bright light directed on his face.

"i think there's a reason for that actually" hoseok said with his mouth full, sitting on the edge of yoongi's bed with one leg thrown over the other, scrolling through his phone in one hand and the other one holding a sandwich.

it sparked yoongi's interest, he diverted his gaze from the screen towards hoseok, who still looking at his phone.

"and the reason is...?" 

"i heard about it from some of the interns," hoseok turned off his phone and turned around to look back at yoongi, "south korea doesn't want the public and even other countries to know the crimes that jeon jungkook has done, since they were beyond inhumane as they claim.

the country doesn't want to be associated with it, they don't consider him as a 'korean' so the government hide any evidence or traces of any information about him"

"what could he possibly do that is so horrible? officer seokjin said that the kid that begged me to help jeon jungkook at the cafeteria had murdered his baby sister yet he's still in section c, not up there with jungkook. so what can be worse than that?"

hoseok shrugged, "don't know, man. why are you so obsessed with this?"

yoongi took a deep breath, shoulders dropping, "i'm not obsessed with this. it's just that they expect me to treat him like shit without even knowing why"

"you just gotta have to trust them, gi, i'm sure he's in the position for a reason"

and yoongi knew hoseok right, but something felt wrong.

 

-

 

"you called, sir?" yoongi peaked through the door of mr chang's office.

said man flicked his eyes up from the papers on his desk to look at yoongi, "come inside, min'

yoongi did just that, closing the door behind him.

mr chang motioned the younger to sit on the chair in front of him, and yoongi obliged.

"i had a small talk with officer kim" 

of course, seokjin snitched on him.

yoongi kept quiet.

"can you tell me your side?"

the blonde shrugged, "he was hungry so i gave him food"

"yoongi." his voice was stern.

yoongi lifted his chin and crossed his arms, "you expect me to treat a kid that hasn't even turned eighteen yet like a piece of trash without telling me what his crimes were.

on top of that, there's no information about him anywhere, i just found it a little bit unsettling. i acted like i thought it was right at the time" he answered honestly.

"i think there's a little bit of misunderstanding here, yoongi, we make the rules here not you. i thought you wanted to bring justice after that woman murder your mother and sister" 

yoongi squinted his eyes and decided to ignore the last remark, clenching his jaw, "then maybe babysitting a kid isn't the job for me"

mr chang chuckled and leaned back against his chair, "you're a brave one, aren't you?" yoongi gulped and kept quiet.

"i'm not really supposed to tell you that, but the reason we don't let interns know about jeon jungkook's case is because people couldn't deal with the evidence.

it was so evil, so vile that it made people quit and even go as far as searching for mental health.

i completely understand that his youthful look may confuse you and doubt that, but i assure you that he is where he deserves to be.

we have a reason for whatever we do, we want you to be strong - but not lose your sanity"

yoongi furrowed his brows, "so why not just tell me? you don't have to show me the evidence, i just want to know what he did"

mr chang raised an eyebrow, "you want to hear half of the story? what kind of cop would you be?"

"what kind of cop would i be if i just abuse a kid without any reason?"

the older snickers and pushed his grey hair back, looking yoongi dead in the eyes, "you want to be a hero? you think you can handle all of this?

let's see how big your balls are. keep doing whatever you want with the kid, talk to him, feed him, snoop around to learn the truth yourself, let's see where it will get you.

 

just don't say i didn't warn you."

 

-

 

yoongi was sitting on the bed in front jungkook's bed, watching the kid eat.

the room smelt weird, but it wasn't the food.

"when was the last time you took a shower?" yoongi suddenly asked.

jungkook stopped eating mid bite and looked at yoongi with his big, wide, innocent eyes.

he titled his head and chewed his food, blinking, "two weeks? they don't usually let me shower"

yoongi's inhaled sharply through his nose, "finish eating and then i'll help you shower"

the younger's jaw dropped, he was quiet for a few seconds before letting out a small, "t...thank you"

 

 

yoongi helped jungkook to get undressed and placed him under the shower head.

he turned it on and the boy hitched, jerking.

"cold..." he whined.

"sorry" yoongi apologized and tried to change the temperatures, but with no luck.

"is it always this cold?"

jungkook closed his eyes and nodded.

"let's do this quickly so you can get out of here" yoongi whispered, heart twisting in his chest.

"i feel much cleaner already, thank you for that."

yoongi hummed, looking at jungkook who was still chained but was determined to wash himself off.

"your friend, park jimin, talked to me..."

yoongi could see jungkook's back tensed.

"can i turn around?" he asked in a small voice, yoongi helped him turn around.

 

yoongi accidentally looked down at jungkook's body, noticing more bruises on the boy.

"jimin..." jungkook's eyes grew even bigger, there was small smile on his face, "i almost forgot about him, i miss him"

yoongi nodded, "i will tell him that, that you miss him"

"you're... you're too nice, officer min, you don't have to do that. i'm- i don't deserve it"

and it sounded robotic.

it sounded like he was forced to say that.

like someone forced him to say that.

"do they touch you, jungkook?"

jungkook's smile was gone, and he took a deep breath, "they say i'm a bad boy, that i did bad things and i deserve it"

yoongi pressed his lips, "and do you? do you deserve it, jungkook?"

"yoongi." it wasn't seokjin's voice in his ear, no, it was mr chang. a warning.

was that kid worth risking yoongi's career?

 

-

 

it was early in the morning, way too early.

yoongi's shift was already over yet he was patrolling around the sections and cells.

one of the cuff holes were around his forefinger, he twirled the metal around his finger, whistling and watching the inmates sleeping until he reached a specific cell.

he stopped in his steps and observed the figure tentatively.

"park jimin" he called.

the boy immediately rose up, still fazed by sleep, he looked at yoongi in confusion.

yoongi raised his cuffs that were hanging by his fingers, dangling them, "let's have a chat" 

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yoongi sat next to park jimin on the bench outside the building.

it was late, and they were probably breaking a law, but yoongi needed answers and he needed answers now.

"so, what's your deal with jeon jungkook?" yoongi went straight to the point.

the kid took a deep inhale through his nose and straightened up from crouching, rolling his shoulder backwards.

"there's a lot of things you don't know about this place, officer"

yoongi raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at him, "what does that mean?"

"have you ever heard the term 'police are not above the law'?", yoongi hummed in confirmation, "well, here they are" jimin was still not looking at him.

"stop speaking in riddles, if you have something to say, say it" the older demanded, he was getting annoyed. 

"jungkookie was framed, he was framed the first time and he was framed the second time"

yoongi frowned, "second time?"

jimin hummed and bit his bottom lip, "he used to be in my section in the past... he was charged twice for a few different crimes, he didn't do any of this"

"so why was he a suspect in the first place? why is he locked right now if he never committed any crime?"

jimin chuckled sadly, almost darkly, he looked down at the ground, "people here are corrupted, mr chang is the devil himself. 

they keep troubled kids in places like this because the government doesn't want to deal with them nor be associated with them. 

approved by the parents, of course. we're like dogs in a shelter, waiting to be euthanized" 

"you can't tell me none of the kids here has done any crimes" 

"oh, of course some have. some have done unspeakable stuff, but some are just... a waste of space. 

jungkook isn't the first and isn't the last young boy they're going to put on death row, they need to get rid of us somehow"

"and where do you stand in all of this?"

jimin finally looked at him, eyes piercing through his soul.

"i was framed as well, officer min, i never touched saeun. i never did anything to her. i loved her dearly... i still do" there were tears forming in his eyes.

yoongi felt shivers running down his spine, he waited for jimin to continue speaking.

"my mother-" he took a deep breath to collect himself, "my mother was drinking a lot and... i don't remember what happened.

it was an accident," he started fully sobbing now, "it was an accident, she kept telling me. it was her accident, i just- walked in right on time to see it.

it was an accident, she kept saying... and then she blamed me when she sobered up, she couldn't remember she did it so- she thought it was me" he was crying hard.

yoongi placed his hand on the boy's back, "shh... don't let anyone hear us"

"you've got to help jungkookie and me, officer... we don't want to be here anymore" he sniffed and wiped his tears and snot with his sleeve.

"how do you know he was framed?"

"he told me everything that has happened after i told him my story. his mother did the same thing-

she- did bad, bad stuff... and framed him and- he couldn't save himself and-"

"what's his mother's name?"

jimin wiped his face and shook his head, "i don't know. but- but i think i can help you with finding out"

yoongi perked up at that.

"taetae comes once a month to visit me since they don't allow visitors to visit jungkookie-"

"who's taetae?" the blonde questioned.

"jeon taehyung, jungkook's older brother... no one comes to visit me and he used to visit jungkookie and he knew we were friends so he just keeps visit me once a month"

that was good, it was a progress.

"when is he going to visit you next?"

"two weeks"

 

-

 

two weeks felt like two years for yoongi.

but jungkook made it easier, jungkook made everything feel easier even when it wasn't.

it wasn't a bother for yoongi to feed him, bathe him and help him do his toilet deeds.

yoongi didn't understand the affection he has for the kid, but he just wanted to protect him and help him.

no matter what the cost was.

something in his gut was telling him that maybe... maybe the kid is innocent.

maybe park jimin was right.

 

yoongi was allowed to go eat with hoseok at the cafeteria at noon.

noon was visit hours.

he made pretend to listen to every word hoseok had said to him over lunch when in reality he was looking through the visit room while chewing on his food.

"hey," hoseok's voice brought yoongi back to reality, "are you even listening to me?"

yoongi cleared his throat and laid his fork on the table, suddenly not hungry anymore, "not really" he admitted.

"what's gotten into you lately?"

yoongi nibbled on his lip, debating with himself if should tell hoseok what was really going on with him.

"i spoke with park jimin"

hoseok frowned, "the kid that begged you to help jeon jungkook?" yoongi nodded.

"he told me jungkook was framed, and so was he"

hoseok snorted, "and do you believe that? he's a criminal and he wants to break free, of course he would want you to believe he's innocent"

"that's the thing, he cares more about jungkook being free than himself. he told me parents that get tired of their troubled kids send them here"

the older shrugged, "maybe that's true, but i doubt they'd go as far as putting him on death row, come on, yoongi"

"he told me he was framed by his mother, so was jimin himself"

hoseok still had his brows furrowed, "when did you even have the time to speak to him?"

yoongi licked his lips and looked to his sides to make sure no one was listening to them, "i took him out at night time"

the taller widened his eyes, "you know that's not allowed, right?"

"i needed answer, hoseok"

"you're getting involved in things that don't concern you, gi, that's going to cost you your career"

"it started to concern me the second they let me take care of the kid"

and then he saw a young man exiting the visit room.

yoongi froze and kept an eye on the guy. 

hazel, wavy hair, dark piercing eyes, big nose.

there was no doubt he was jungkook's brother.

"i'll talk to you later, seok" yoongi quickly got up from his chair, the drag of the chair was loud.

 

 

"jeon taehyung?"

the guy tensed and turned around to look at yoongi, "you're new here"

"i'm jungkook's new bodyguard" he didn't really know how to introduce himself.

taehyung widened his eyes, "oh."

"can i ask you a few questions?"

taehyung crossed his arms, he squinted his eyes in suspicion, "depends"

"it's about jungkook"

"then no, i'm not under investigation again"

yoongi took a deep breath, "i want to help him"

taehyung titled his head in confusion, "you what?"

"jimin told me he was framed" yoongi whispered.

taehyung almost gasped, jaw dropping comically, he looked left and right to make sure no one was near by.

"let's talk outside" taehyung whispered back, he grabbed yoongi's arm and let him outside.

 

 

"so, is it true? is he innocent?"

"how do i know that you really want to help my brother?"

"why would i ask this question if i didn't?"

"why would you want to help him in the first place?"

yoongi sighed, "i just feel like there's something fishy here. i don't think he deserves to where he is today"

taehyung exhaled through his nose and studied yoongi, "i think you should ask jungkook for information first. if he trusts you, then i'll trust you too"

"i can't do that," yoongi's shoulders dropped, "they're listening to every word we say"

"then take off your earbud, they won't do anything," taehyung shrugged, "that's what the other officer did"

 

-

 

it was almost bed time for jungkook, so yoongi felt like this was the right time.

"jungkook..." 

jungkook perked up and looked at yoongi with big doe eyes, titling his head like a puppy.

"i need to ask you something"

jungkook waited patiently. 

"what's your mother's name?"

what a fucking mistake.

jungkook's eyes grew three times bigger, his body visibly tensing.

tears start rolling over his cheeks immediately, entire body shaking.

"w-why do you ask? do you want to hurt me?" he sobbed openly.

yoongi was taken aback, what was happening?

the kid started screaming, crying, squirming.

"hey, hey..." yoongi got up from the bed in front of jungkook's and got closer to the boy.

"get away from me!!! don't talk to me about her!!!" he screamed, face red, veins visible on his neck, spit all around his lips.

"jungkook i-" yoongi got on his knees in front of the cuffed boy, trying to calm him down, heart beating fast in his chest.

"i... i thought you were nice! but you're just like every other officer! you want me to be reminded of bad things!!!" 

yoongi definitely triggered something.

"jungkook i..." fuck it. yoongi threw the earbud from his ear after turning it off, he placed his hand gently on the boy's thighs and squeezed them reassuringly to calm him down, "jungkook, i want to help you"

the boy was still crying, but it was quieter.

"w-" sniff, "what?"

"i want to help you. i want to know the truth."

"you... help me?" he sniffed, body still shaking but not as violently as before.

"yes, baby, i want to help you, let me help you" he cupped the boy's face.

why did he do that? he couldn't answer that.

his face was so close to jungkook's, and he felt something weird stirring inside of him.

god, was the boy beautiful.

stop, yoongi, be professional.

"why would you want to help me? i'm... i'm bad" 

yoongi wiped jungkook's tears with his thumbs, "but you're not bad, are you? tell me your mother's name"

the kid pouted and yoongi wanted to coo, "are you really going to help me? you're not just saying that?"

yoongi nodded his head towards the turned off earbud, "look," and jungkook did, "no one can hear us, it's only you and i. do you trust me now?"

jungkook looked back at yoongi, hesitant.

"jungkookie," jungkook gasped at the nickname, "do you trust me?"

the younger nodded.

"tell me" he whispered, almost begging.

"i trust you" his voice was small, scared.

"what's her name?" yoongi caressed the boy's soft skin with his thumbs.

"jeon sungah" 

yoongi froze completely.

 

he knows that name.

 

he could never forget the name of the woman who murder his mother and sister.

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jungkook titled his head at yoongi's reaction, eyes still teary and puffy from earlier.

"are you alright, officer?" he asked tenderly. 

yoongi was still cupping the younger's face, staring at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.

he was looking after the son of the woman who murdered both his mother and baby sister? 

was that a coincidence? 

or did mr chang know?

yoongi had too many questions, too many thoughts were running through his head.

suddenly, a roaring alarm sound was heard inside the room, making the two jolt and part ways.

jungkook's eyes followed yoongi's, "they don't like what's going on here" 

the blonde ran his hand through his hair in frustration and let out a huff, he needed answer.

but he knew mr chang and seokjin were looking at him, they saw him take out the earbud.

he looked at jungkook again, hand still in his own hair, "tell me about your mother"

the youth clenched his jaw, shaking his head.

yoongi got on his knees again in front of jungkook, placing his hands on each of the other's thighs, "kook please, i need to know so i can help you" 

jungkook looked at where yoongi's hands were placed, a deep blush covering his face.

before he could open his mouth, they heard the door getting unlocked.

"fuck" yoongi gritted through his teeth and got up, only to see a very angry seokjin behind him.

 

 

 

yoongi felt like he was thirteen again.

sitting in the principle's office, getting scold.

he sat with his hands crossed across the table from mr chang, seokjin standing behind him like a bodyguard.

me chang sighed, "what am i going to do with you, min?"

yoongi jumped his leg up and down in anger, biting the inside of his cheek, "you knew."

mr chang frowned, "knew what?"

"you knew that jeon jungkook was the son of that bitch that killed my mother and sister"

mr chang was taken aback for a few seconds before smirking, eyes dark, "oh, sweet sweet yoongi... i thought you were smarter than that, listening to the lies of a criminal? i guess i thought too much of you"

"lies? i fucking know who jeon sungah is"

"do you, now?"

yoongi stared at the older in front of him, if looks could kill.

me chang sighed again, "you're getting into a territory you don't want to step in to, believe me. you're not ready for the truth"

"truth? like park jimin's mother's truth?"

mr chang raised his eyebrows in amusement, "what was that?"

"i think the truth i won't be able to handle is yours, not the so called criminals"

"sir, we can show him-" but mr chang raised his hand, signaling to seokjin to stop talking, a grin on his face.

"no, seokjin, let him play with fire if he thinks he's so smart, let him know the truth by himself like the other officer did"

"i will find the truth, and i don't think you're going to like it." yoongi shot.

the older laughed and leaned back against the chair, "let me help you, then. i'll give you information of the two women - jungkook's and jimin's mothers.

let's do this slow and fun for you, let's start with mrs park, you have my permission to open the case again"

seokjin gulp could be heard through the silence followed after.

 

-

 

"where are you going?" hoseok followed yoongi towards the front door.

"i'm going to visit jimin's mom" yoongi answered while putting on his shoes.

the taller sighed, "again with this? yoongi this is getting out of hand, you're going to get into trouble"

yoongi pressed his lips and turned around to look at the other, "i wanted to join the police force to bring justice, and i don't feel like this is happening in that place"

"you do realize you believe to a couple of criminals, right? they're getting their justice but they can't handle it, they want out.

you're too nice for your own good, do you still believe that there's a good side to every person?"

the younger inhaled sharply through his nose and clenched his fists, "yes, i do. and i believe some of these kids are innocent and i'm going to find a way to prove it.

you either can help me or let me be, i don't need your judgmental statements"

hoseok studied yoongi for awhile and then let out a groan, "fine, let me get dressed first"

yoongi smiled half a smile, "thanks, seok"

the older rolled his eyes in response, "yeah, yeah..."

 

-

 

hoseok was scrolling through the laptop that was on his lap while they were driving to jimin's mother's work place.

"i don't really see anything about park yura here"

yoongi nibbled on his bottom lip, "search up jimin's case"

hoseok took his eyes off the screen to turn his head to look at yoongi, "do you know about his case?"

yoongi nodded and hummed in approval, "i've read about it last night. the baby was found with bleach in her system and choke fingerprints on her throat.

the fingertips were jimin's"

"i'm sorry, but doesn't that make him guilty enough?" hoseok got back to looking at the screen.

"what if he wasn't choking the baby? what if he tried to help her not to choke blood to death? he was a kid back then"

"hey, yoongi, i found something"

yoongi tried to focus on the road but he had to look at hoseok after hearing that.

"what? talk!" 

"she was interrogated as well" 

"well, of course she was, she's the mother of the baby and jimin's"

"no, she was put on lie detector and she failed"

yoongi stopped the car in the middle of the road, ignoring the cars behind him honking and cursing.

"failed? then how...?"

hoseok looked at yoongi, "maybe jimin didn't fail, since he believed that he did it"

yoongi's heart sank.

was jimin really innocent after all?

 

 

 

was jungkook really innocent after all?

Chapter 7

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

yoongi took a deep breath and stole a glance towards hoseok, the latter nodded at him.

the blonde nodded to himself and knocked at the door with a shaky fist.

he fixed his police uniform and rolled his shoulders back, gulping and clearing his throat, trying to hide the fact that he was terrified as to what about to come.

yoongi then took a sharp inhale through his nose when the door suddenly opened and there was a woman standing in front of him.

she was jimin's mother, there was no doubt in that. 

same eyes, same nose, same lips.

the woman furrowed her brows, "can i help you, gentlemen?"

yoongi opened his mouth to speak but hoseok cut him, "park yura, we're here to exchange a few words with you" 

"about what, exactly?" she questioned, defensive.

"about your son, park jimin" now it was yoongi's turn to speak.

the woman froze for a few seconds before slamming the door at their faces.

they quickly shared a look before hoseok spoke up again, "there is no use for you to not cooperate, mrs yura"

"the case was closed years ago, i don't need to tell you anything else" she said behind the door.

"we got an approval to open the case again, so you either open the door now or we might break our way through" yoongi crossed his arms.

"we can also do this in jail, if you prefer" yoongi knew hoseok was lying just to scare the woman, but he still looked at him.

hoseok seemed serious, and yoongi felt grateful. 

the older didn't want anything to do with it at first, thinking yoongi was obsessive and out of his mind.

but here was, standing there with him, helping him.

hoseok was a great friend, he noted to himself.

"do you have any files to confirm it for me?" she then asked.

"we have a warrant, now open the fucking door." yoongi was not playing around.

he needed the truth, and he needed it now.

if jimin is innocent, it means...

it means that jungkook is, too.

 

 

 

yoongi looked around the house, there lots of pictures on the walls and on the counters.

of her and the baby, none of them had jimin in it.

"i've already told the police everything i know years ago" the woman was sitting across her kitchen table with her arms crossed tightly.

the two interns were sitting in front of her next to each other, the warrant is on the table.

"let's say we've got some new information of the case" hoseok cupped his hands around the cup of coffee she made him.

"they made you go through a lie detector" yoongi placed his elbows on the table, fingers crossed, chin on top of his fists.

"yes" she confirmed numbly.

"you failed."

she took a deep breath, "i was nervous"

"can you tell me exactly what happened that day?" 

yura raised her eyebrows in a condescending way that irritated yoongi, "i thought you already know what happened"

"listen, we can do this in a civil way or we can do this in jail" hoseok's tone was almost dangerous, they were both tired of her attitude.

the woman sighed deeply and dropped her hands against the sides of her body, "fine, fine," she sat straight and looked at the men, "you should drink your coffee before it gets cold" 

yoongi ignored her, "what happened that day?"

she looked down at her hands, playing with her thumbs, "he... he was always a problematic kid. he never did good at school, always skipped classes, started smoking at a young age, drinking... probably just wanted attention.

i went through a divorce with my ex husband,i admit that i didn't really give him that much attention at the time, but i- i had saeun to take care of as well.

he was looking for an opportunity to do it and he found it when i wasn't looking"

"what did he do?" hoseok asked, squinting his eyes.

"he-" the woman licked her lips, tears forming in her eyes, "he chocked her to death"

"how?" yoongi pressed.

the tears started to roll down her cheeks, "with his bare hands." her voice was choked up, it almost - almost hit yoongi.

"and that's all?"

yura frowned and titled her head in confusion, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, "isn't that enough?"

yoongi decided not to mention the bleach that was found in the baby's system.

after what seemed like an hour of interrogation, yoongi noticed that she had a hidden camera installed at her ceiling.

"i see that you have surveillance cameras around the house" he noted.

"always"

"i suppose you have one from the day of the incident?"

"sure" 

 

 

hoseok was still asking yura more questions about jimin and what happened that day while yoongi was busy with the footage on hoseok's laptop.

it was not an easy scene to look at.

the baby was a beautiful one, cute and bubbly. 

she was sitting on the kitchen table next to jimin, yura was no where no be seen.

the next scene, there was jimin, on his knees on the floor, hands wrapped around the baby's throat.

the baby was spitting and throwing up blood, yoongi felt his insides turn in his body at the heart wrenching scene.

he replayed it once more, and more and more and more.

it was hard to look at each and every time but...

yoongi noticed there was no time span showing, no matter how much he played with the setting of the footage.

he replayed it once more, hoseok's and yura's voices swallowed in the background.

there was a stray cat walking around their garden when jimin and saeun were sitting next to each other at the kitchen table but...

where did the cat disappear the second after? where jimin was choking the baby?

yoongi checked one more time.

his eyes didn't fail him.

there was no cat.

but a second before that, the cat was there.

he replayed it one more time, this time, he went a little bit back.

jimin was holding a red cup.

seconds later, where jimin was slicing an orange, saeun took the red cup to her small hands.

next cut - jimin choking saeun.

yoongi's blood froze, he could feel every strain of hair in his body stands.

he replayed it again.

there was something missing.

there was something missing from the footage.

she...

she didn't tried to kill saeun, no.

saeun wasn't the target.

 

it was jimin.

 

yoongi turned his head to look at hoseok was about to drink from the coffee mrs park made them for the first time.

"don't drink this!" he yelled and threw the cup of coffee away from hoseok's hands, making it fall and crush on the floor.

the spilled coffee had some weird color and texture to it.

Notes:

dw yoonkook is on its way

Chapter 8

Notes:

sorry i haven't updated in a week i've been out of town for work and didn't have wifi connection but now it's all good!

Chapter Text

"there's no fucking way!" yoongi yelled in anger, slamming his fist on mr chang's desk.

"yoongi..." mr chang started, trying to calm the intent down, but with no help.

it was just the two of them in the office, hoseok and seokjin were waiting outside.

"there's no fucking way experienced officers didn't notice that this woman messed with the surveillance camera, there's no fucking way no one never noticed it before!"

"it is really an unfortunate event-", "unfortunate event?" yoongi cut the older's words, eyes wide in shock, "this kid spent years in jail for a crime that he didn't do! 

even when he gets out of here - he's already fucked up. and it's going to be on his personal record for the rest of his life, and i didn't even start talking about the emotional scarring it caused him, jesus-" he ran his hand over his face in frustration, heart beating fast in his chest.

the ceo exhaled, looking at the stressed individual in front of him, "we're going to take care of it, yoongi, you've done your job"

yoongi chuckled, but it was cynical, "i've done my job? how many of these kids are actual criminals? how many times mistakes like this happen?"

mr chang studied the blonde, "jeon jungkook is not innocent"

the younger frowned, "i'm not talking just about jeon jungkook"

"mistakes like this almost never happen, it wasn't supposed to happen. we have evidence for all the kids here"

"what if it's false like park jimin's?"

"i said, your job is done, min. you'll get your bonus points, but don't push it."

 

-

 

yoongi stormed out of mr chang's office, only to be stopped by hoseok's hand grabbing his arm.

"hey, gi, let's go talk-", "there's nothing to talk about, this place is corrupted-"

"min."

they both turned their heads to look at seokjin, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and head hanged low.

"let's talk outside for a second"

 

 

yoongi felt his entire body filled with anger when he was facing seokjin outside the building.

"don't even try to cover this up-", "i'm not." yoongi froze at that, brows furrowed.

"i'm not trying to cover anything up, i just want to tell you that you're right"

the shorter titled his head, "right about what?"

"this place is corrupted, and these mistake happen more often than not. it doesn't happen in other places"

yoongi felt his breath getting caught in his throat, he clenched his fists.

seokjin let out a sigh, looking side to side to see if anyone could hear them, when the place was clear he started to explain himself, "most, if not all of these kids are troubled or a burden to their parents. people in this country care so much about status and society that they'd give up on their own kids if they mess up just a little bit.

they'd make up stories or blame the kids for their crimes, and here they don't..." he swallowed, "they don't really go into it too much, investigations are done very poorly.

also, families that have no finance income to take care of their kids also send their kids here by default since adoption facilities are very hard to get into if both parents or one of the parents are capable of taking care of a kid even with little money.

it's possible that a lot of the kids are innocent, but the government tries to cover it up"

yoongi didn't even notice his mouth was wide open.

"what... what the hell? how are they capable to keep so many kids here? this doesn't make any sense"

seokjin tensed and bit his bottom lip, "that's where the death row comes into the picture"

"what?" yoongi breathed out, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"there isn't a place for all the kids so they just... send them to death row" 

"they... they kill innocent kids?" it was getting harder to breathe, he started to sweat, chest heaving, "how- how is that legal? this- this is insanity"

"it's legal since it's run by the government, they just keep it on the down low. they don't let it leak out, there's no evidence of that either"

yoongi observed the taller, "why are you telling me this?"

"because i used to care like you, i used to think i could change what's happening here but- there's just no way" he shrugged.

"there's got to be a way, we can't let them keep doing it. these are innocent kids we're talking about!" yoongi raised his voice.

seokjin hushed him, "keep quiet, don't let other people hear you"

"hyung, we've got to do something about this"

"there's nothing we can do. the only reason they're releasing park jimin is because of you, because you found evidence that he is innocent"

yoongi ran his hand through his hair, gripping it tightly, thoughts running through his mind, he looked at the ground and then back at seokjin, "jungkook?"

seokjin pressed his lips, "jeon jungkook is a monster, yoongi, don't fall for his charms, he's not the one you need to protect"

"then show me the evidence" yoongi demanded.

"i can't," seokjin shoulders dropped, "i don't have access to it, only mr chang"

"for fuck's sake," yoongi gritted through his teeth, "give me his mother's information, then"

"yoongi, you're looking at the wrong places-", "i don't believe anything anymore, hyung, if mr chang wants me to find out by myself i will. help me find her"

 

-

 

yoongi decided to visit jeon sungah on his own, he didn't want to get hoseok involved in this anymore.

hoseok liked his job, yoongi didn't want to ruin it for him by telling him the truth.

was it even the truth? yoongi wasn't sure anymore.

he was searching for justice, and he's going to find it.

 

it was the morning after his and seokjin's intense conversation, yoongi wanted to see jimin's departure.

he was standing near the entrance of the facility, leaning his back against the brick wall. 

he perked up when he saw two officers coming out with jimin between them, no cuffs.

the boy's eyes caught his own, growing by size, his face started to glow.

he ran towards yoongi and wrapped his arms around the older into a tight hug.

the officers were ready to remove him from yoongi but yoongi raised his hand in dismiss, letting the boy hug him.

"thank you... thank you... thank you... you saved my life" jimin sobbed into his chest.

so why wasn't yoongi satisfied? 

he hugged the boy back, not saying a word.

jimin parted their hug, looking into yoongi's eyes with big teary eyes, wet cheeks, "you've got to help jungkook, too"

yoongi just nodded quietly, watching the officers take jimin away from him.

 

-

 

yoongi was standing in front of the building, confused.

'mental health center' it said.

why wasn't that bitch in jail instead?

 

he entered the building, searching around him.

mentally challenged people guided by nurses, some screaming, some laughing, some talking to themselves.

yoongi gulped, he felt uneasy.

"can i help you?" he was startled by a woman's voice behind him, he turned around, "sorry, didn't mean to scare you" a nurse smiled at him.

"i'm looking for jeon sungah" 

the woman's smile gone, "and you are?"

from the look of the nurse yoongi thought it was better not tell her the real reason he was there, "i'm friend with taehyung, her son, he asked me to visit her for him"

the nurse's body language seemed to relax at the mention of taehyung's name, "i haven't seen in a while, he must be busy"

yoongi didn't know what to do so he just nodded, he couldn't believe that actually worked.

how corrupted are these places? where is the security of the people who are inside these places? 

"i will walk you to her room but- i need to ask you one thing, but i'm sure you already know since taehyung probably told you already"

yoongi squinted his eyes.

"don't mention her youngest son, it triggers her"

 

 

"i will let you know when the hour visit is over," the woman smiled while opening the door, "sungah dear, you've got a visitor!" she called.

yoongi was now looking at the woman who ruined his life.

the woman who murdered his mother and baby sister.

his froze in his place.

"i will leave you two alone" and then the nurse was gone.

yoongi was standing by the door, just looking at her.

yoongi never felt so many emotions at once.

he wanted to kill her with his bare hands.

he entered the room slowly, closing the door behind him.

the woman didn't notice his presence, she kept drawing with a brush on a canvas she had in the middle of the room, sitting on the chair and mumbling to herself.

the blonde couldn't let out not even one word. 

he thought about this moment from the day he found out about the news, but now that it's actually here...

 

he took a chair and dragged it so he would sit in front of her, trying to keep himself calm.

he looked at her, jungkook had her eyes and taehyung had her lips.

his entire body was shaking, palms sweaty.

he cleared his throat, and it made the woman stop her actions.

she titled her head, eyes blank, looking yoongi into his soul.

yoongi took a deep breath.

"i don't think i know you" she said, voice small.

"i'm min yoongi"

she smiled, all teeth, eyes wide, it sent shivers down yoongi's spine, "such a good looking man, like my taetae..."

"taetae" yoongi repeated.

"my son... here" she turned the canvas around and it was indeed a portrait of taehyung.

yoongi looked at the drawing and that at the woman, "how many kids do you have?"

"just my taetae" she smiled while looking at the canvas.

yoongi took a deep breath, "what about your other son?"

and then the smile was going, head turning slowly towards yoongi, it was horrific.

"what other son, min yoongi? i only have taetae" she blinked.

"jeon jungkook, the son that's in jail for a murder than you did"

the woman froze, eyes wider than before.

yoongi never anticipate what was going to happen.

"A DEMON!" she screamed, getting up the chair, making it fall, fists clenched, "HE'S NO SON OF MINE, HE'S THE SPAWN OF THE DEVIL" her voice was getting louder and louder.

tears running down her cheeks, veins visible on her neck, face red.

yoongi was frozen in complete and utter shock.

"THE THINGS HE DID TO THOSE PEOPLE... HE- THAT'S NOT SOMETHING A HUMAN WOULD DO!"

she threw the canvas to the ground, "A MONSTER, HE'S A MONSTER"

it was a few seconds but for yoongi it felt like hours passed by.

the door was opened and he doesn't remember being dragged from there.

 

-

 

jungkook widened his eyes and the news yoongi was just telling him.

"jimin... jimin is out? what?" 

yoongi bit his lip and smiled, jungkook was an endearing young boy.

"i found out that he was innocent like he said he was"

"oh my god," he gasped, "oh my god," he smiled brightly, eyes sparkling, "this is amazing, he wanted out for so long... officer," he breathed out, "officer, you're the best officer this place has ever had"

yoongi snorted and sat next to jungkook on his bed, looking at the kid.

hair damp after shower, old prisoner uniform and hands and legs cuffed.

he inhaled sharply, "you've been wanted to get out for a long time, too, didn't you?"

jungkook pouted, "of course i did, but i'm bad"

"i visited your mother"

jungkook tensed at that, almost jolting from yoongi's words, he looked down.

"mommy is not well"

"no," yoongi agreed, "she's not"

"taetae told me this when i was allowed visitors"

"jungkook, what did you do?"

 

-

 

seokjin was about to open his mouth and tell mr chang to stop yoongi from asking that question, but mr chang hushed him before he could do that.

both looking at the cctv, watching and hearing the exchange between yoongi and jungkook.

 

-

 

jungkook furrowed his brows, "i don't know"

"why are you here?" yoongi placed a finger under the younger's chin, gently turning his head to look at him.

jungkook shook his head, "mommy said i did a bad thing"

"and do you know what it was?"

"i don't remember..." he mumbled quietly.

yoongi knew it.

yoongi had a feeling.

yoongi knew that jungkook's mother was trying to make jungkook take the blame for her.

she acted as she was crazy so she wouldn't be charged.

jungkook was not her favorite son, she wanted to get rid of him.

and seokjin confirmed it to him, this is what they do here.

jungkook was innocent.

jungkook was innocent.

jungkook was innocent.

yoongi took out his earbud and turned it off.

 

-

 

"sir-"

"seokjin, shut it."

 

-

 

yoongi grabbed the boy's face, "jungkook, you didn't do anything, right? your mommy told you to say that you did?"

jungkook looked confused, "mommy told me what to tell the police, she told me what i did"

"but you don't remember doing that, right?"

he shook his head.

"baby," jungkook blushed at that, "is there any possibility that... that you didn't do anything?"

"i... i never thought about it. mommy said that i did, and the officers said that i did so-"

"but you don't remember"

he shook his head again.

"i will help you get out of here" 

jungkook gasped at that, eyes wide.

"are you sure i'm not bad?"

yoongi let out a breathy laugh, "i found out jimin was innocent and i'm going to help you, too"

jungkook's bottom lip trembled, eyes getting teary.

"hey, hey, what happened?" yoongi caressed jungkook's face with his hand, jungkook leaning in to the touch.

"i've never had someone who cared about me that much... "

of course he fucking didn't, his own fucking mother accused him for something he didn't do and the police force did nothing to help him.

"this is going to be over soon, baby, i'll make sure of that."

jungkook flushed deeply, looking down, "i like it when you call me baby"

yoongi's heartbeat sped up at that, he was surprised at first, hand stopped caressing the boy.

but then he smiled, "you do, don't you?"

jungkook nodded, "it makes me feel like you like me"

yoongi gulped.

it was so out of character for him. 

but there was something about this jungkook kid...

he just wanted to protect him at all costs.

"i do like you."

the youth looked up at him, that's when yoongi notice how close he was to his face.

"i like you, too" and then they were sharing an intense stare.

yoongi stole a glance towards the security camera at the top of the ceiling.

fuck it.

just, fuck it.

everything was corrupted here, anyway.

jungkook and the kids were the only things that mattered.

jungkook was the only thing that mattered.

 

yoongi doesn't remember how it happened but he never felt more alive than when he felt jungkook's chapped lips against his own.

 

-

 

"another one bites the dust" mr chang smirked while watching the two kissing.

Chapter 9

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"fuck..." yoongi breathed out and parted his lips from jungkook's addictive lips.

jungkook still had his eyes closed, lashes laid beautifully on scarlet cheeks, lips pursed and waiting.

"we can't do this" he whispered, nose brushing against jungkook's, eyes half hooded.

the youth opened his eyes slowly, yoongi's heart doubled its size at the pout, "why not? i liked it"

"this is wrong, i can't be doing this. i'm an intern... i'm about to become an officer and you're..." he couldn't finish the sentence.

"a criminal" jungkook finished it for him.

yoongi inhaled sharply by the impact of the word and nodded slowly, dumbly.

jungkook searched for yoongi's eyes, "but you don't think i'm bad, right?"

and yoongi didn't.

"no, i don't" he answered honestly.

"then, it's not wrong"

and it made so much sense to yoongi at that time.

he laughed breathlessly, almost forgetting how fucked up the situation was.

almost forgetting that jungkook was a prisoner he should be taking care of.

almost forgetting that jungkook is a kid.

jungkook bit his bottom lip, "i've- i've never done this before"

yoongi titled his head, "what? kissed someone?" he questioned, and the younger nodded eagerly.

the blonde chuckled, "i've heard the first time sucks"

the raven haired smirked, "yeah? maybe the second time will be better then, officer"

"mmm... maybe" and then yoongi leaned down to catch his lips with his again.

 

-

 

yoongi ran his hands over his face and exhaled through his nose, seokjin was sitting next to him on a bench outside the facility.

"i'm fucked, aren't i?" he was leaned down, elbows on his thighs, fingers crossed together.

"you're playing with fire, yoongi"

"mr chang is going to kick me out" yoongi puffed in frustration.

"he wants to see how far are you going to go for that kid"

yoongi frowned, "what do you mean? he just saw me kissing the kid. isn't the illegal? am i not going to get kicked out or get arrested?"

"after what happened with park jimin, i don't think he'd want to do anything that'll make you speak up about the case"

"but i signed a contract with him, legally i can't say anything about what's going on here"

"yes but you're going to be in jail either way, so wouldn't you want to take him and the rest of the operation down with you? he's not stupid"

"i made out with a fucking teenager"

seokjin raised an eyebrow, "jeon jungkook is not a teenager"

yoongi froze, blinking, "what...?"

"he's nineteen, turning twenty right before his execution" 

yoongi couldn't believe what he was hearing, "nineteen? but- but this place-"

"he's been here since he was seventeen, there was no point in moving him into another facility since his penalty is so close, so they kept him here.

also, they didn't want other places to let information about him leak out"

"when is his execution?"

"two weeks"

yoongi pressed his lips, blood turning cold. 

"why is he acting like that, then?" he looked at seokjin.

"like a child?" the older asked, yoongi nodded, "some people think it's post traumatic reaction after what he did, that he's stuck in a headspace of a child.

a way of the brain to cope with traumatic events"

"and what does the rest think?"

"that it's an act."

 

-

 

"bro," yoongi jumped from the hand he felt on his shoulder and turned around quickly, "poor instinct for a cop" hoseok joked at the older's reaction.

"what do you want, hoseok?" yoongi sighed, not amused.

"that kid with the big nose was here, looking for you" 

yoongi furrowed his brows and searched the cafeteria, "jungkook?"

hoseok rolled his eyes, "stop thinking about that kid, gi. no, i don't have access to jungkook anyway. the other one with the big nose"

"taehyung, his brother"

the brown haired shrugged, "i guess? he used to visit park jimin. he said that he wanted you to contact him"

"did he leave a number? anything?"

"no, but that's not really a problem for us to find information about him"

yoongi took a deep breath, "i will contact him"

"speaking of his brother, jeon jungkook, have you heard about his execution?"

the blonde's breath was caught in his chest, "yes, i have. in two weeks"

"they asked me to come and watch"

yoongi looked at him, "i'm going to stop it, seok," he whispered, "i know that he's innocent, i just know it.

i just have this strong gut feeling-"

"don't confuse your feelings for him for a gut feeling that he's innocent"

yoongi frowned, "what feelings?"

"i'm your closest friend, gi, i know what's going on. don't risk your career for that kid"

"'my career' is risking that kid."

 

-

 

yoongi took a deep breath, finding the courage to knock on taehyung's front door, still wearing his uniform.

his body was frozen when he saw taehyung's face when the latter opened the door.

"officer min"

"officer jung told me you were looking for me, i preferred speaking with you face to face instead of calling"

taehyung hummed and nodded, "you made the right choice, please come in" the taller turned around and walked inside the house.

yoongi looked at taehyung's back and sneaked a hand behind his own back, loading his gun, just in case.

 

they were standing in taehyung's living room inside of his apartment, silently until taehyung broke the silence.

"you can sit" his voice was low, yet calm. too calm.

"let's skip the chit chat, mr jeon, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"i want to tell you what jungkook did."

Notes:

the end is quite near BUT WORRY YOU NOT
i have a new story coming up ;)
tbh you're never going to get rid of me

 

ps sorry i haven't updated in tuesday AGAIN, finally got back home for business

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yoongi felt his palms were starting to get sweaty when he rubbed them together, sitting on taehyung's couch inside of his apartment.

taehyung was standing up, arms crossed as if he was hugging himself, head hang low, eyes looking at his feet.

the blonde stared at him intensively when the younger opened his mouth to speak, "she wasn't always like this, our mom,"

the older took a sharp intake of breath through his nose and leaned back against the couch. 

taehyung looked up from his feet into yoongi's eyes, "it started when kookie killed our father,"

yoongi froze in place, eyes widening. 

he knew that jungkook was in section c and then got discharged and then back again straight to death row.

but he never knew why, he never knew anything about the boy.

"he was an abusive man, officer min, he made our lives a living hell. he would beat us up, curse at us, humiliate us, rape my mom..."

after that, taehyung sat down on the sofa in front of yoongi, he sighed deeply.

"we told the police of course, but as you know, the police doesn't fucking care. they didn't do shit, they didn't have enough 'evidence'" taehyung mocked.

yoongi wanted to laugh, laugh at the irony, remembering what seokjin had told him about how police in his specific facility do not pay the right amount of attention to evidence.

"one day it got too much," taehyung shook his head at the memory, eyes drifting to the floor, almost as if to shake the memory of what happened that day off his mind.

"we saw it happened in front of eyes, we- we yelled at him to stop. but he didn't. that's when she took the knife..."

yoongi frowned, confused.

the sun kissed skinned boy licked his lips, "i was a troublemaker growing up," he then chuckled to himself, "i'd skip school, smoke, drink - i was a disgrace to my parents, to my family. 

my mom knew if she would blame me for it, my life would be over. so..." 

"wait, what?" yoongi spoke for the first time since taehyung started telling his side of the story, "so it was your mother who killed your father?"

taehyung looked at him again, "it was self defense"

"why was jungkook in jail for that?"

"after that happened, she lost it. she wasn't in her right mind, and she stayed like to this day.

she wanted someone to blame, someone that wasn't her. she didn't believe she did it... but she knew- even in her state of mind, that i'm going to be locked up in this facility for the rest of my live just because i'm no good.

so she... she made kookie believe that he did that"

"that makes no sense. why would he be on death row for a self defense murder?"

"i don't think that was the only thing she told the police that he did"

yoongi squinted her eyes, "why would she defend you and not jungkook?"

taehyung took a deep breath, "i'm from another man, kookie is from the man the she murdered. she thought he'd grow up to be the same... or even worse"

"but he was discharged"

"and now he's back again."

the older pressed his lips before speaking again, "did you believe her at the time?"

taehyung shook his head, "of course i didn't, but there was nothing i could do. they didn't listen to me when i complained about my step dad, i knew they wouldn't listen to me now. 

she just came to me... i remember it as if it was yesterday, she had a cut on her hand from struggling with him... all i saw was blood.

she told me that jungkookie did a bad thing and that we need to help him...

officer min, i need you to help him."

nothing made sense to yoongi anymore.

"what about the..." yoongi gulped, "church murder? she murdered innocent people, it wasn't self defense yet she's still not in jail"

taehyung's eyes turned dark at that, and then yoongi's phone turned off.

 

 

 

it's been an hour and a half, yoongi was called back to the facility.

he was standing by the front door, facing taehyung.

"well, thank you for the information, mr jeon, i'll-", "i know that you care about him, officer, i see it in your eyes. i can see it with the way you helped minnie...

kookie is innocent, you know that, right?"

yoongi nodded silently.

"i trust you" taehyung whispered and stretched his hand to shake yoongi's.

yoongi noticed a big scar on his hand.

the blonde's heart sank.

a scar from a knife cut.

he shook taehyung's hand back tightly...

almost too tight.

 

-

 

mr chang looked at yoongi with frowned brows when the recording was over.

yoongi recorded his entire conversation with taehyung.

"jeon taehyung murdered that man, not their mother and not jungkook."

mr chang cleared his throat, "listen, yoongi, this is not the reason jeon jungkook is locked up-", "don't lie to me! you said the same about park jimin yet i found out the truth.

how do you expect me to believe you when you don't show me evidence? taehyung is a murderer and he's walking around free"

"you don't know that, you don't have enough evidence except for this recording and a random scar that you saw on his hand, it could mean anything-"

"not enough evidence?!" veins started to show on yoongi's neck from anger, face red, "as if you give a fuck about any of that here! he admitted that jeon jungkook didn't do anything and was framed, doesn't matter who the murderer was"

"yoongi, this is not the reason jeon jungkook is in death row. yes, he was jailed for that occasion a few years ago, but a lot has happened ever since"

"i don't believe you anymore, i'm going to the government with this. this can't be happening, you lock up innocent kids-" yoongi gasped when mr chang slammed his fist on the table and stood up from his chair.

"you're not going anywhere with this, or else i'm going to kick you the fuck out and you're never going to get a job anywhere in south korea, don't mess with me"

"i don't want to be a cop if what i do here is lock up and torture innocent people, i wanted to do the exact opposite and lock up the bad people but you're-", "don't even finish this sentence, min, and i'm not talking about only being officer, i will make sure you'll never find any job in this goddamn country"

yoongi pursed his lips, panting from anger, body shaking.

"look," me chang sighed, "i'll take care of it, okay? i'll take care of jeon taehyung's case, i'll reopen the case with the adult facility. 

but it has nothing to do with jeon jungkook's case, don't even go there"

"mr chang i demand a proof for jungkook's crimes" yoongi's heart was beating in his ears.

"you will get one, when time comes."

"taehyung didn't even answer me about the church murder"

"taehyung didn't murder your mother and sister, min"

"i honestly don't believe you anymore."

 

-

 

"officer?" jungkook's soft voice woke up yoongi from his trance, he was too lost in his thoughts.

jungkook was facing with his back towards yoongi, completely naked with cold water running down his body.

"mm?" yoongi hummed while helping the boy soap his bare back.

"you're quiet today, are you not allowed to talk to me again?"

yoongi sighed and started massaging jungkook's scalp with his fingers, of course they didn't give the kid the luxury that is called a shampoo but a soap can be an option as well.

the boy moaned in content and threw his head back at the pleasant feeling.

"tell me about your brother, baby"

yoongi could tell jungkook was uncomfortable from the way his shoulders and back tensed up at the question.

"he took care of me"

"did he kill your father?"

jungkook let out a small gasp, he then turned around to face yoongi slowly.

a bit awkwardly, considering the fact that his ankles were shackled. 

the blonde was met with big, innocent set of eyes.

"jungkook, do you remember what happened the night your father was murdered?"

"mommy told me i did it" there were tears starting to form in his eyes.

the older placed his hands on jungkook's shoulders and squeezed them gently, looking him into his eyes, "do you remember doing that?"

jungkook's bottom lip trembled, he shook his head, "but i did it."

"you were released, so you didn't" yoongi whispered.

"they said it was self defense" and now the tears were rolling down his face, he closed his eyes shut, body shuddering.

"kookie, baby, look at me for a second," yoongi turned off the cold water and cupped the boy's face, "is there any chance that taehyung did that, and not you?"

"taetae would never-"

"kook! is there any chance that taehyung did that, and not you?" he asked again.

"no i..." jungkook was fully sobbing now, "i don't know!"

yoongi's shoulders dropped as well as his heart, his ran his thumb over jungkook's soft bottom lip, "jesus, you can't trust anyone in your life, can you?"

jungkook sniffed, more tears dropping on his scarlet cheeks, "i trust you."

and at this moment, yoongi swore to god he would do anything to save that kid.

 

"fuck it" he whispered and parted from the boy, jungkook frowned and titled his head in confusion.

yoongi took his own head behind him and took out his gun, jungkook widened his eyes.

the older licked his lips and looked at the cameras that were on the ceiling, he pointed the gun to one of them and... boom.

 

-

 

"sir-" seokjin widened his eyes while looking at the scene in front of him from the cctv room.

mr chang chuckled darkly, "let him. he thinks he's so smart, he doesn't even know what's about to go down."

"what if he helps him run away?"

"trust me on this, seokjin.

i will never let anyone outsmart me. he thinks he threatens me now but when he's going to find out the truth, he's not going to be a smartass anymore.

i'm killing him slowly like jungkook is doing right now."

seokjin swallowed loudly.

 

-

 

"o-officer..." jungkook stuttered, obviously frightened by yoongi's actions.

yoongi dropped the gun and got closer to jungkook again, nose touching.

he grabbed the younger's face quite harshly and planted his lips on his in searing kiss, pressing him against the wall.

Chapter 11

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

jungkook let out a breathy gasp when yoongi pressed his naked body against the wall.

eyes half hooded, looking down at the older's lips, hands cuffed between their bodies, "o-officer..." he mumbled under his breath.

yoongi bit his bottom lip, hands planted on the wall against each side of the younger's head, groaning.

"fuck, i'm sorry, i don't know what came over me..." his head was hang low, pressed against jungkook's forehead. 

the raven haired's chest was heaving, he was panting hard and nothing even happened yet. 

"you really do like me"

yoongi immediately flicked his eyes up to look at jungkook's own, "i shouldn't be doing this" he said while ghosting his lips over the other's ever so slightly.

"what if i want you to?" the blonde's heart jumped at that, eyes widening, "i like you, too"

"jungkook," yoongi sighed, "we can't... i- this is illegal... and wrong... i'm an intern, i want to be an officer-"

jungkook looked up to the ceiling and the shattered cameras and then back into yoongi's eyes, taking the older's breath away with his big doe eyes, "they can't see us now. no one can see us"

and it triggered something inside of the older.

now, instead of fighting with it, his mind was blank, he just acted.

he let his lips rest against the younger's, letting his feelings take action this time.

it wasn't like yoongi.

it wasn't like yoongi to things that are against the law.

it wasn't like yoongi to act before thinking.

it wasn't like yoongi to fall in love that easily, if he could even call it falling in love.

it was all happening so fast, but jungkook was just so endearing.

innocence was oozing out of him, pure and untainted - and yoongi didn't want to take advantage of that, not at all, he wanted to protect the boy at all costs.

he knew jungkook was innocent, there was no doubt about it.

the kid was surrounded by people who have taken advantage of him his entire life.

and yoongi decided right there and then that he's going to help him, whatever it takes.

his came back from his trance when he heard jungkook's little moan when their tongues caressed against each other.

he made the mistake of opening his eyes, looking down at jungkook's visible excitement.

he looked up at jungkook again, "you've never done this before, right?" he recalled jungkook telling them the kiss they shared together in the past was the first one.

jungkook titled his head and blinked, "kissing? we did that before"

yoongi chuckled an shook his head, "no, more than kissing"

"oh." jungkook blushed and bit his lip, "no..."

yoongi hummed and nodded, more to himself, and planted a peck on the boy's swollen lips, "slowly, yeah?"

jungkook didn't really seem to understand what yoongi was suggesting but he nodded anyway.

 

-

 

it was almost comical how focused yoongi looked while looking at the screen of the facility laptop.

hoseok thought it would be funny to scare him from behind.

a small "boo" made yoongi jump and gasp, closing the laptop in a matter of seconds.

the younger laughed loudly, "how did you pass the training? you scare so easily"

"jesus fuck, hoseok, can you stop with all this bullshit?" yoongi was about to stand up and take the laptop with him.

"hey, what's with you?" hoseok frowned, "i need the laptop, seokjin asked me to check something"

yoongi froze, panicked, "but i'm in the middle of something" he placed his palm on the laptop.

hoseok furrowed his brows even deeper than before, "i'll give it back to you"

the taller tried to take the laptop but yoongi blocked the way, hoseok got angry at that.

"what is wrong with you, bro?" hoseok finally managed to take the laptop from yoongi's hands.

"hoseok, no!" yoongi called when hoseok opened the laptop and saw exactly what yoongi was doing there.

hoseok stared wide eyed at the screen, completely frozen in place.

 

'how many jail years can you get if you help a prisoner run away?'

 

hoseok looked at yoongi with wide eyes, mouth wide.

"this is not what it looks like" yoongi gulped

"are you out of your mind?" hoseok whispered, closing the tab and closing the laptop, looking left and right.

"i was just-", "i can't let you do this, yoongi."

"i'm not going to do anything"

"what were you thinking, checking this type of thing here in the facility? did the kid took away your common sense?"

"hoseok, he's innocent and they're going to kill him soon if i don't do something. i have all the evidence and they're not listening to me"

"do you think they're going to listen to you when you help him run away?! you're going to be locked up, too"

"stay out of this."

"i'm going to tell, i'm not going to let you do that."

"fuck you!"

they shared an intense look before yoongi pressed his lips and turned around to walk away, heart beating fast in his chest.

 

 

-

 

yoongi was drinking his morning coffee when he overheard two officers talking in the cafeteria.

"- how fucked up is that? this is the kid's birthday today, and his execution is in two days. and he's all alone"

"he deserves it, for what he did" the other officer added.

"oh, he does. but imagine being in his shoes, man"

just imagine.

yoongi almost broke his cup of coffee from how tighter his grip on it got.

 

jungkook frowned in his sleep when the light on his room turned on.

he opened his eyes slowly and widened them when he saw what's in front of him.

yoongi was standing in front of his bed with a cake and a lit candle in the middle.

"happy birthday," yoongi whispered, "make a wish"

jungkook looked shocked, tears starting to form in his eyes.

"i've never..." he took a deep breath, it was hard to speak with all these emotions taking over him, "no one has ever done anything like that to me"

yoongi smiled, genuine, "make a wish, baby"

jungkook tried to rise up even with wrists and ankles cuffed, he straightened up and closed his eyes, blowing the candle off.

after the smoke was clear, yoongi took a seat next to the younger on his bed, and started to feed the boy.

"i wished that in a perfect world, i'll be out of here and we can be... together. a couple" 

yoongi observed the kid in front of him, studying him, heart filled with warmth.

the cake didn't seem as important anymore.

 

yoongi doesn't remember how he ended up hovering jungkook's small body with his.

the boy was flushed and naked, lips puffed and red from kissing, hair a complete mess of pulling and gripping.

their position was a little it awkward since jungkook couldn't really spread his legs for yoongi to settle in between since his ankles were cuffed.

and he couldn't wrap his arms around yoongi's neck or shoulders since his wrists were cuffed as well.

sadly, yoongi didn't have access to the keys at the time, and he didn't want to stop this moment.

"show me" jungkook gasped, pushing his hips up to get friction from yoongi's clothed crotch.

yoongi gasped as well, pressing his hips harder against the smaller's, propping himself on his forearms by the raven haired's head.

"show you what?" yoongi nudged their noses together.

"show me what to do after kissing"

yoongi's breath was caught in his chest, "are... are you sure? jungkook, i don't want to take advantage of you"

jungkook nodded, "you're the only one who ever cared about me and i... i'm not going to live for long, officer.

in two days..." he let out a long inhale through his nose, "i want to do it before i go."

'before i go'.

yoongi grabbed the younger's face and kissed him deeply.

 

they found a position that worked for both of them.

jungkook was on his knees and elbows, head down, ass up.

yoongi was nervous, sweating.

but he wanted it as much as jungkook did, because...

the time was up, the time was up soon if yoongi wouldn't make a step to make it stop.

but... just in case.

just in case he couldn't stop it, just in case jungkook would be dead in two days.

just in case he could stop it, just in case he would save jungkook and be in jail himself.

he wanted to cherish this moment, there was no turning back.

no second chance.

this was the time.

 

it's not supposed to, but it was erotic, seeing jungkook all cuffed and waiting for him.

it wasn't sexual, but everything about the boy turned yoongi on.

and yoongi started to think something might've been wrong with him, too.

maybe everyone is a little bit fucked up deep inside, everyone has their dark secrets.

"tell me if i'm hurting you" he whispered, making jungkook lie on his stomach.

jungkook nodded, "you can't hurt me more than these people did already"

yoongi groaned at that, heart breaking into pieces.

he wanted to show jungkook was gentleness was, what love was, for the first time in his life.

he was already naked himself, body on top of body.

he slicked his fingers up with his own saliva and slid them down the younger's back, making the skin underneath turn into goosebumps.

jungkook closed his eyes and buried his head in his pillow when he felt yoongi's cold fingers against his entrance.

yoongi wanted to take his time, but there was no time to waste.

anyone could be walking in any second now, he needed to be quick yet gentle.

"it's going to hurt a little"

"it's okay"

yoongi gripped the boy's hair and pushed his head back, earning a mewl from the younger.

he pressed their lips together in a deep kiss when he circled one finger around jungkook's hole.

he quickly swallowed the louder moan that followed after when he pressed one finger in, then the second.

"fuck, you're so tight..." yoongi whispered into his mouth when they parted their kiss.

"i want you inside of me" the blonde was taken aback for a second, it was an unusual sentence from the innocent boy, but he was too turned on to focus on that.

yoongi nodded and looked around for some sort of lubricant. 

he got up and quickly grabbed the shampoo on top of the toilet, he opened the cap and poured a decent amount on his hand.

he turned around to look at, he swore to god, the most beautiful human being he ever laid his eyes on, waiting for him on all fours.

face flushed, sweat beads rolling around his face, big deep eyes, parted lips.

yoongi cursed underneath his breath and slicked up his cock, walking back to the bed and positioning himself behind jungkook.

it was slow, almost too slow for yoongi to handle, but he knew he had to be gentle.

"oh my god" jungkook's cuffed hands failed him and he fell face first to the pillow when he felt the stretch.

yoongi placed his hands on the younger's waist, pushing his hips ever so gently into jungkook's almost unbearable heat.

he then grabbed his mounded, giving them a squeeze before stopping balls deep into the boy.

"are you okay?" he breathed out. 

jungkook nodded and lifted his head up, "keep going... feels good..."

and he kept going like this for a while.

faster.

harder.

pouring his emotions with every thrust.

basking in the noises jungkook was making.

pressing his chest to the other's slick back, kissing the back of nape while pistoning inside of the younger underneath.

but he didn't cum like this, no.

he was on his back with jungkook's back on his chest, cuffed legs curled up and hanged in the air while yoongi planted his feet on the bed and pushed his hips up.

he grabbed the boy's hair when he felt that he was close, he could tell jungkook was close as well from the way his moans got louder.

yoongi kept fucking up to him through jungkook's sudden orgasm, shooting his load all over his own chest while yoongi covered his mouth, preventing him from screaming too loud from the ecstasy. 

he slowed his thrusts when he felt himself being squeezed by jungkook's insides and he kissed him, gently, romantically, cumming inside of him like it was the last time.

 

they both knew it probably was.

 

seokjin looked at the scene in front of him, half disgusted, half shocked.

yoongi missed one of the cameras, it was half broken by yoongi's bullet, but the bed was completely visible. 

"sir..." 

"i know, i know he's planning to sneak him out", mr chang smirked and clapped his hands, "now the time has come"

 

-

 

yoongi was called to mr chang's office by seokjin, so he waited outside as instructed.

he knew what it was going to be about.

he fucked up.

he knew it.

he was sitting on one of the chairs outside his office, leg jumpy, hands crossed.

he jerked up when the door was opened, but it wasn't mr chang.

yoongi frowned and sat back on his chair.

"min yoongi?" the man asked. he was tall, ashy blonde hair almost covering his eyes, tanned skin, piercing eyes.

yoongi blinked, "do i know you?"

the man snickered, "no, but i know you. though, i think you've heard of me"

yoongi raised an eyebrow, waiting for the man to introduce himself.

"i'm kim namjoon," the man got closer to yoongi and stretched his hand to shake it with his, yoongi did just that, still confused, "i'm the officer who took care of jeon jungkook before you. 

Notes:

two chapters left :(