Stockholm Syndrome | Y;MIN

Proloque.

And so they take him away in handcuffs. The blonde haired boy with a smile on his face, as if he doesn't regret anything.

Actually, he really doesn't. Min Yoongi doesn't regret pulling the trigger. He doesn't regret playing with him, Park Jimin.

He looks cold as ice and there is no doubt that something is wrong with him if you look at the fact that he just murdered someone.

He sits in the car and looks outside the window, always watched by a policeman right next to him.

He glances at him with amazement, curious what Yoongi might think about.

When the man turns his head, he shivers. Surprisingly, Yoongi  isn't going to attack him or something like this but instead he smiles and says "Nice whether today isn't it?"

First he looks at Yoongi disbelieving "...what?" he responds quickly and has no idea what he should say instead.

The blonde haired rolls his eyes and repeats his question "I said: Nice whether, isn't it??"

"I know what you said but it's just...you just killed someone and it doesn't seem to affect you in any ways. That's weird. You're weird. And a killer" Actually, the man in the black uniform looks kinda angry.

"Of course it doesn't. You're right I just killed him. I-" Yoongi tries to explain himself when he gets interrupted​ by the policeman "Please. Just shut your mouth kid! Everything you say can and will be used against you"

The 'Kid' rolls his eyes again but suddenly the car stops and then everything happens very quickly.

Someone opens the door, a woman in a black uniform grabs him by the arm and pushes Yoongi out of the car and towards the entrance of the Police Office.

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"Good evening mr. Min" another young slim woman says, sitting in front of him. "Good evening..." he responds still smiling with a look full of madness on his face.

"You are accused to be the murderer of a young man called Park Jimin. Everything you say can and will-"

"I know" he interrupts her. "So, do you want to engage the services of a lawyer?" she asks.

"Nope. Thanks"

"Sure?"

"See, I know I don't need a lawyer because, I won't go to prison. I did something good. And y'all know that. Well, not yet unfortunately" He crosses his fingers and looks her deep in the eyes. Almost intimidatingly, he begins to stare at her.

"We'll see. But in one thing, you're right. We don't know the whole story. Would you please tell us?"

"Yes sure! I'd love to do that" he smirks "Please sit down and get comfortable. It'll take a while"

Watch out, it's gonna get mad here.