the wind blew cold.
no one made a sound.
not even him; the loud and obnoxious kid.
it was like everything went robotic.
everyone already knew what to do, yet they were still instructed.
the blues went in the right corner, the reds went in the left corner, and the greens, they were sent to an inclosed cell.
now, 75% of the population were green, but because no one likes green, they have to suffer in that small cell.
the other 25% was a mixture of red and blue.
blue had the most power here.
everyone likes blue.
but not everyone likes red.
so, the red got the left corner, the corner with the spiders. and the blue got the right corner, the corner where they learn life skills.
of course, there were more reds than blues, so the reds were all crammed.
but, they have gotten used to it by now.
and taehyung, he was in the red corner.
he absolutely hates wednesday's.
that's when everyone in daegu is sent here.
he doesn't know why they're sent here, but he hates it.
this 9-year-old boy can't handle being quiet for 2 seconds.
how is he supposed to be quiet for 7 hours?
it was torture.
but if he didn't obey, he knew something bad would happen.
he's seen it happen.
it happened to his friend.
seokjin.
seokjin was a beautiful boy. slightly older than taehyung, but only by a couple years.
they'd go to the park, play board games, bake cookies. but, taehyung knows that when jinnie gets mad, he's a little... loud.
it all happened so fast for everyone. seokjin was silently standing where he usually stands, beside taehyung, until this young man pushed him out of the way.
seokjin freaked out.
he blew up, saying words taehyung didn't even know existed.
after he was done, he caught his breath, before widening his eyes.
everyone stared at him.
he was done for.
the guards came out and started beating him.
they beat him so badly that he was hospitalized.
no one has seen him since.
taehyung's cried every night since then.
he misses him.
a lot.
he misses him so much that now he's crying, in the red corner, where "no man is allowed to cry".
now all eyes were on him.
he looked up at his mother worryingly.
now he's done for.
before he could say his last goodbyes, he felt pain shoot through his spine.
he's been hit.
and before he knew it, he was in a hospital room.
he looked around at his surroundings.
everything seemed so blurry.
he couldn't even remember why he was here.
he turned his head to the right, to be met with a doctor.
but the thing he noticed about this doctor was that she did not look friendly.
"hey there, little boy," she evilly smiled. "we'll just be doing a little surgery on you," dr. park (as the badge said) cackled, poking a sharpe object into his skin. "to make you never speak again..."
that was the last thing taehyung heard, before he woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom.
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i should probably update my other shit
yet like no one reads it sooo
not rn
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