the chains are horrific.
sometimes pure agony streams into your system, other times it would be so silent you wanted to scream just to stay sane. but not yoongi.
never yoongi.
he kept taking deep, deep breaths and closing his eyes. he wasn't daring to speak but he imagined the sounds he would hear. birds chirping. children laughing.
he kept himself busy by counting the visible ribs underneath the torn shirt he wore. he calculated what time it was by measuring the amount of dust in his lungs.
and at a particular time every single day, a man, his clothed face covered as he swings the door open; just as expected. he uses his burly fist to smack yoongi across the face; just as expected. yoongi grins and stares up at the man.
"room 37?"
just as expected.
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room 37.
Fanfictionhow far does the river flow? © siya , 2016. completed ! 2/2 of the room 37 series. ( read river of blood first. )
