Catch Me | Jin x Reader

Ch 44 | Shattered

Y/N's POV:

"Fuck, he's so cute," you groan, staring at Seokjin's sleeping face beside you. Usually he wakes up before you but it's 9:30am and he's still knocked out. Yesterday must've taken a lot out of him.

As quietly and as gracefully as possible (which isn't much considering it's you), you step off the bed and slip into the bathroom. That part was a success but it's as you're slipping his black hoodie back on that he begins to stir.

"Bug?" he mumbles, rubbing his eyes while still half asleep.

"Hey baby," you grin, sitting on the mattress beside him. "Go back to sleep, you're exhausted."

"Where are you going?"

God he's so cute, I'm going to yeet myself off this eleventh story balcony.

"I'm just going to make some coffee," you giggle, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead. "Then I have about an hour left of work so go back to sleep, you'd be bored anyways."

"Okay," he lazily grins. "I love you."

It takes everything you have not to pinch his chubby cheeks, waking him up more.

"I love you too," you say before pressing your lips to his. "Goodnight."

He happily rolls back over on his side, squeezing your pillow to his body. You grab your work bag and head down the stairs to the kitchen, immediately starting up his coffee maker. As you wait you pull out your phone, wanting to check social media but your brows furrow when you see two texts from an unknown number.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way?" you say to yourself as more of a question. Sliding the bar over you see there's also a video. Selecting the video you turn your screen to get a wider picture, but the video is just a black screen. You're about to turn it off when suddenly an image of the jailhouse visitation room appears, making your jaw drop.

On the visitor's side sits a man with jet black hair and expensive-looking clothing but his back is towards the camera, and on the inmate side sits two familiar faces that make your stomach churn. It's the older woman that was released recently, Ga-Ram, and the little feisty one that tortured you, Bom.

"You want us to do what?" Bom snorts, tossing her long bleach blonde hair over her shoulder.

"I need you to make a certain inmate's life in here a living hell," the man speaks. Your throat squeezes as you recognize that voice but you're not sure from where. His build looks familiar as well.

"And why would we go through the trouble of doing that?" Ga-Ram glares. "I just want to get out of here with no issues."

"You help me, I help you," the man chuckles, sliding a few papers under the glass window that separates them. You watch as they scan them over and their eyes widen after a few minutes.

The black haired man leans forward to rest his elbows on the table. "Inmate 972, her name is [Y/N]," he says with irritation in his voice. "Make her miserable."

Your shaky hand reaches up to cover your mouth as tears well in your eyes. It's the first thing in the morning and your poor brain is already overstimulated.

"I don't need your help getting my sentence reduced," Ga-Ram hisses. "I never hurt my child, I'm innocent."

"It doesn't matter if you actually hurt him or not," he snorts arrogantly, shaking his head. "All that matters is whether the jury believes you or not. And right now, it's not looking too good for you. Are you willing to risk never being able to see your son again?"