Yoon Bum x Reader: In-Justice

Chapter 13: In Justice

All of Saturday went by without a word from you. Bum continued to fret about what his uncle could have possibly said to drive you away. The two of you had only been in the same room for a few moments, though it felt like a painful eternity. Could that have really been enough to convince you to leave him? 'Probably...'  Bum thought. 'There's nothing inherently special about me.'  Tears welled in his eyes as he bitterly scarfed down his lunch. He paused mid-chew when there was a knock at the door.

'F/N?'  He prayed.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Your little friend just wont quit, huh?" Bum's uncle spoke up with a smirk, walking into his room to retrieve the bat.

"UNCLE, NO!" Bum threw himself in front of the maladjusted man, only to be swiftly kicked aside. With the weapon perched casually on his shoulder, he threw the door open. "WAIT!" But Bum's horror was immediately replaced with confusion when he saw two police officers standing in the sunlight. The armed man immediately slid the bat behind the door, gifting an innocent smile to the men in uniform.

"What can I do for you gentlemen?" He asked.

"Are you the owner of this residence, Mr. Yoon?"

"Yes, I am."

"You're under arrest on suspicion of domestic abuse against your nephew. I'm going to need you to come with us." One flash of the handcuffs in the officer's grasp and Bum's uncle snapped.

"You little shit!" He ignored the officers and seized Bum by the hair.

"UWAAH!"

"You have the audacity to rat me out to the police, you worthless brat?!"

"SIR! I must ask you to stop this at once!" The taller of the two stepped forward and grabbed him by the arm, receiving an elbow to the face in the process. His glasses broke and the second policeman immediately stepped in. Yoon Bum crawled away as his uncle was swiftly overpowered and pinned to the ground.

"AGH! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He struggled, and his mother couldn't help but turn her face away. When he finally succumbed, the second officer adjusted his broken glasses and looked at the fearful teen.

"Are you this man's nephew?" Bum hesitantly nodded. "Then we need you to come with us as well."

"Eh?!" His throat tightened in fear.

"And you too, mam. We need you for questioning too."

Bum and his grandmother silently slid into the backseat of the police car, watching his belligerent uncle badger and cuss at the officers while being shoved towards the other vehicle.

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The next few days were a blur of questioning, legal jargon, and evaluations from scary men in white coats. Bum was afraid to answer most of the leading questions he was asked. What if this was all some kind of test? One of fidelity or loyalty. How badly would his uncle punish him if he failed? Or worse, if this was all real, what if word of these unthinkable incidents reached the ears of his beloved? 'How badly will she think of me...'  He grimaced at the thought.

'This is all because of you!'  His grandmother's words on the ride to the station echoed through his head as he was pulled through the large statuesque double doors. He was faced with a courtroom full of people and Bum's pulse quickened. He hated crowds; everyone was staring at him...

He kept his head hung low, avoiding the lethal gaze of his uncle at the defendant's table across the aisle from him. But to his greatest horror, there you were, right before his eyes. 'What is she doing here?!'  He took the seat next to you, fidgeting in apprehension. He felt your consoling hand upon his trembling ones folded in his lap, and it calmed him a bit. A stern older woman entered the room in a flowing black robe and all fell silent. Bum noticed everyone stand and he did the same.