Jimin was engulfed in darkness, his body trembling from the cold clinging to his skin. His eyes were shut tightly as he sat on the ground crisscrossed, thinking.
The guards were unaware of how dangerous it was to grab Jimin and put him into isolation with no distraction. Jimin's mind was left running wildly, scenarios, ideas and plans forming every second, each one being perfected and planned out to the last detail. Seductive whispers brushed against Jimin's ears, placing ideas inside his mind. The more he sat inside the cell, the more he succumbed to the voices.
Jimin exhaled softly, running the tips of his fingers over the seams of his orange jumpsuit as he listened to the guards talking outside the cell. He was already thinking and forming plans on how to use the information to his advantage.
"Minseo turned 7 last week, we had a large celebration. My wife and I have been thinking of going on a vacation for family bonding time." One of the guards chuckled, his voice perfectly hearable since he was guarding the metal door to Jimin's cell.
'N̷̲̟̦̞͍̎̐̿̍́͗o̷̢̼̟̿̿ ̶̼̯͉͖͗̔̂f̴̢̢͖͚̙́̔̂̽ä̴̞̠̣̥́͜m̷͚̈́̌̀̿͘̕i̷͈͓̒̄̈́̍l̶̰̭̈́̈̋y̴̛̞͇̘̱̳̙͋͋̀͝ ̸͔͈͓͕͈̉͋͊͝b̵̨̖͆̑͗͠͝o̶͉̥͎̥̫͌͊͐̕͜n̷̜͇͈̓̑͐ḑ̴̩̯̣͓̬̒̈į̸̘̱͑̈̾ͅń̶̬͔̜͇̋̀̕ģ̵̛̟̱̪̕ͅͅ ̴̡̨͉̟́͆̂̍͂̕t̵̰͆͒͊̏̋̈́͜i̵̭͗m̴͇͔̫͎̮̀̀̈́͜e̶̝͓̻̿ ̶̛̛̞͉̄̊̀̏i̸̬̼̎̿̔̍̎́f̵̢̙̓̎̑̽̎͝ ̵̼͂̾̈́͋͘ṯ̸͕̃ḩ̷̛͇̺̝ḛ̶̗̊̈́̽̿̌r̴̨̛̤̽̀̏̓͘e̵̹̣̺̩̽̓̚͠ ̸͖̅͑́͐ȋ̷̳̖͍̘̑́s̷̩̎̆͆͆͑ ̵̙̈́͆͊́͊͜ṉ̷̜̔͜͝ǫ̶̜̪͇̘̬̀̃̈́̅ ̴͇̟̳̠̉͋̓̚͝f̶̳͙̥̟͊͂̿ä̴̹̘̪͕́̒m̴̛͕͙̗͑̍̍͘̕i̸̧̡͓̫̼͂l̸̟͈͚̫̿̎͐̚͝ŷ̸̯̳͉̭̊̀'̷̼̥̝͌̄͐ͅͅ
T̴̻̳͙̜̍̊́̀͘ḩ̷̡͍̳̯̦͉̦̤̠̽̏̈́͌ŕ̴̰̗̜̳̺̼̝͉͇̙̓́͌ë̷̡̠͙a̷̙͖̪̓̀t̷̗͕̥͈͈̠͓̭̆̾̈́ę̷̻̆̀̚͝͠n̷̥̣͍̲̰̻̍̓̃̌̌͆̈͘ ̵̡̡̫̻͇̝̳͕̆̽̾̌͝ṫ̷͖̳̒̊͗̉̿̈́͒̔ͅo̷̧̡̰̱̼̍ ̵͎̺̬̗͖́̌͘k̷̡̫̓̓̋̈́i̴̤̦͐͆ļ̴̟͚̹̄́͑̊̐̓́̕ļ̷̛̟̰̠̖̟͔̤̔ ̷͔̬̺̥̠̩͇̮̖͈̃t̷̘̮̭̰̭͊̔̐h̷̛̑͌͌̑̿͜e̴̢̙̝͕̟̯̮̞͂̀̈̌̆̉̇͘͝ ̴̨̛̩̒̾̍̏̏̃̚͝g̶̢͙͚̜͙͚̪̥͋̎͐ï̵͕̜͉̫͕̻̤̘̈́̓̈́r̶̩̼̯̞̼̹͚͔̳͗̌̍̑͑̀̎̊͘l̷͕̝͍͉͙̖͑͝.̵͓̜̤̗͎̜̖̉
'̷͍̓͊͂́̈́͌͝Ķ̷̛̥͍͓̤̦̼̣̍́̇̓i̵̟͙̝̯̥̥̮̼͈̰̅̓͆̎̅̈́̍l̶̢̡̗̫͔̥̩͉̺͐͂̃̒̕̕l̷̳̪̹̻̖̭̮̻̥͍̞͐́̍͂͗͘ ̶̨̛̩̻̺̽̓̿͐̂̽ͅt̷̨̙̮̫͖͈͚͖͖̻͂́̋͛͂͆̈́͘͝ͅh̶̨͔̰̀̎̃̈́̾̓͘è̵̘̗̻͎͉̬̉͑̌̊m̵̛͓̪̤͕̯̭̩̹͔͕͆̈́̕ͅ ̸̝͔̤̙̥̩͈͍̄͛̉̓͑͆̏̒̎͝a̴̛̛̞͈̤͈̪͌̑̉̏͝l̸̦͎̼͉̈́̈͝͝͝l̵̳̗͙̪͎̟͇̘̫̺͒̋̅̐͋̆̀̕̚͠͠ͅ ̵̛̛̝̣̖̻̪̥̈̌̏̈́̎̚ͅá̷̡̳̖̼͉̙̥̼̳͚͑̓ͅn̶̜̈́̉̕d̴̛̮͉̹͈̥̓̉̾̕ ̵̛͎̳̗̣̄́̈́͂͠l̸̺͍̟̓̇͂̀̍̽́̓ě̵̡̩̖̟̐̈́̈́́̈́͐̓͌͆͗t̶͇̮̩͊̈͒̓͌̕͝͝ś̵̻͖̱̈ ̵̗̀g̶̨͍͚͕̍̏̍̐e̴̬̙̱͇̗͒͂̄̈̽̏̍̐ͅṭ̶̢̪̫̘́̀͊͌̈̓ ̸͕̦̠̖̜̦̪̓͋̄̚ǒ̵̧̫̭͔̹̼̩͔͚͐̂͝u̶̧̥͓͚̣̲͉͉̼̾͌̄̄̐͗͜͝t̷̟̗̖̮̠́́̍̿̚͜ ̵͙͓͚̭̓̍̈́̆̊̋̕ǫ̷̣̙̻̪͖́̄̔͗̈́͘f̷̟̱͖̬̀͐͆̈́͆͂͘ ̴̛͎̘̣̖̠̮͖͈̙̒̀͑̈̀ĥ̵̯̭͙͕̞̩̣̣̹͍̉̀̔͒̒̑̎̌̿̕e̸̻͙͇̥̣̋͋́̕̚̚͝ͅͅr̴͚͈̫̯̝̞̩̹͋̔͑͐̌̑̽͜͝ḙ̷̹̻͇̻̩̝̫̻̻͋̊͆͗̈́!'
Jimin shut his eyes tightly, pressing his hands against his face as the breeze like whispers filled his head,"Shut up." He hissed, dragging his hands down his face and pulling his features.
"That's cool, Eunbi and I are trying to conceive but it hasn't been working. She's been thinking about going to see a gynaecologist." The other one stated in a hushed tone, trying to keep quiet.
Ṙ̴̙͕̼̻͚͚̞͎͓̺̦͐͌̎̎̔̃̿͐̚͜͝͝ͅé̴̛̖̠̜̹͐̀͒̉̅͋̈́͗͑̉͜͝ṃ̷̧̼̪̳̰̞͓̭̮̘͒̌͛̉̐̎̓̉̐̑͝͝͠ę̵̟͕̳̙̭̣̩̹͂̋̎̐̌̈́͐͊͋̂m̸̡̥̱̻̫͓̳͕̪̉́̓̈́̓̔̔͊͠ͅḃ̴̡̧̲̺̬̳̻͈ͅe̴̱̜͕͖͓͙̗̜̫̺͐̉́̑͐́̑͆͊͗͜ŗ̷̛͔͈̥̟͚̟͓̪͛͐͐̔̃̈́̾͘͜͠ͅ ̶̨̢̪̫̦͎̙͋́͒ţ̵̨̞̩͙͍̜͚̯̄̊̒ḩ̴̪̝̼̖͍̔̆̓̓́̒̓̓̒͂͘̕͠e̵̗͍̳͚̝̝̜͈͂̽̄̍̋́i̶͓̖̲̇̆͒̈͋̄͑̄͑́͊̄͋r̶̲̲͔͎̜̳͗̄̉͑ ̸̢̛̱̬̣̮̺̞̭̯̗̗̲̽̾͋̈́̍̂̽̕͜͠ǹ̵̻̻̳̏̍͋̽̑̎̓͝a̷̢̝̜͖̺̦̙͈̩̰̭̹̍̈́̄̑̍̄̕͠m̸̼͎͓͎̭͖̹̩̖̂͆̔̈́̽̒͘͝e̵̥̖͒̂́̋̓̀̊̔̏̈̚s̷̞̹̱̙͓̗͌͌̈́̃̓͐.̷̧̭̹͍͙̜̦͉̤͙͕̑̄͛̈́̎̽̓̐̆̽͠'̸͙̗̜̱̥͓̻̪̲̬͚̈́͋̈́̋͋͘͜͝͠
̷̘̺̮̫͉̞̃̂́̓́͐͛̀̾̃̐͋̚
̴̢͎̖̤̭͎̩̣̬̤̞͕͐̓̌͘͜'̴͍͇͖͚̞̬̳̆̏͛̋͜ͅD̴̢̨̼̯̣̬̦̘̻̄͒͜o̸̺͖̽́͆̽̍̀̐͒̕̕͠͝ͅ ̴̧̲̣̱̦͚̼̬̘͍̐̃̂i̵̡̢̟̬̥̠͖̅̈͐̈̓̈́̾͆̊͋͐̚̚ṭ̸̼̌́͛́̈́,̵̖̲̯̗̟̗̙̭̎̒͛̽̽̉̕͝ ̸̨̡̥̻̯̩̹̦̭̫͂͜J̶̣͎̹̌̈́̈͜͝í̵̘̳̯̬̩͉̳̙͖͖̗̀͆͑͌͂͊̏͝m̷̧̹̞̼͕̘̹̮̙̥̼̺̔̍̃͊͗̃̕͘͘͜͠î̷̢̙̪̭̦͐͛̕̚n̴̢̮̗̜̋!̸͚͍͔̰͇͖̀̽̐̇ ̶̹͇̙̣̉͌̒̓̆͛̀͠ͅḴ̸̫͔̭̫̩͔͕̫̤͖͕̘̋̐͌̄̐̅̒͑̅̕ḭ̴̧̺̲̓̈̊̽̕l̴͎̜̯͂̒̏͌͌͑͒̀̊̂̚͝l̴̝̤͓̼̳̠͕̒͂̔̕ͅ ̶̗͙̝̃͌t̸̩̹́͂̉͛̍̈́̈́̋̃̈́̚͝ḩ̷̌ę̷̧̨̲͉̲̟̥̞̰̀̄̿̄m̸̖̭͈̞͓̭͔̙̮̀̊̄̉!̵̧͓̙̖̠͓͍͈͎̗̐̂'̴̧͈̝͍̞̌͒̅͆̿̾̀͘͝
̷͉̹̥͈̦͎͓̣̺̝͔́͂̐͊̆̒̈́
̵̮̻̍̈́̇͜'̶̺̥̤̗̹͍̟̮̘́̀̂̆͛̂͝U̸̡͖̥̣͇̺̯̝̙͛̔̎̆̍̓̔͌͐͆̈̚s̷̡̛͕͖̭̠̄̏͊ë̶̢̧̦̖̞̬̹̪̺͎̮͇́̇̆̄̑͑̽̋̿̕ ̸̪̜͍͑̈́̅̓͒̆͛͠t̸̙̘̮̜̖͝h̴͊̎͋͑̚͜ͅȩ̵̘̝͉̯̂͌̒͐m̷̢̧͙͔͉̰̀͂̃̀͋͊̈̓͛̚͝ ̸̣̘̯̮̝̙̩̞̳̹̎̋̄̊̉́̋̍͂̅́̊͜t̷̡͙̹̩͙̦̞̤̓̐o̷̝̮͎̳̗͇͈̹̙̽̒͗͊̾̍͘ ̴̖̤̤̦͉͉̟̤̮̯̃̆g̸̞̟̋͋̈́ȩ̵̨͍̜͔̱̭̰͉̟̱̯̿͜ẗ̷̗͕̣̦͍̜̝͈͎͓́͛̎̀̊̑̏̀́̀̔͜͠ͅ ̵̡͓͈̪͉̙̥̦̟̗̰̣̖͛̋̊̽͗̊͝ó̷̩̜̙̥̙̖̉́͊͑ụ̴̡̫͙̼̤̩̮̺̐̓͠t̶̡̡͉̣̺̪͓̤̳̖̽́͛͐͗͑͆̄͗̂̕ ̵̡̡̘̹͈̩͍̳̮̼͉͓͍͐̉̔̓͊͌̓̍̚͝ó̸̡̰̹̔͌͋́̋͠f̵̡̮̫̱͔́̽̅̈̏̒͝ ̶̢̫̜̦̮̫̝͍̀̌̄̓͝h̴̯̞̣̠͉̗̙̯̤̱̹͚͂̾̽͋͑̌̈́̓̚e̴̠̪̳̒̾́͐̿̌͊́͘͝ȑ̸̳͎̋̒̔̌̍͆́̕͠͝͝͠ĕ̸̱͋̊́̐̄̈̐̕.̵̫̖́'̸̨̇
Jimin hummed out a tune, the sound echoing through the four walls of the empty cell. Of course there were no lights so Jimin couldn't actually see anything, yet he could hear everything. The room was dark and cold, no heater or windows, just concrete ground and grey walls.
Ḧ̶̡̨̨̻̙̱̦̝̭̫͔͉̟̥̭̦́́͂̓͗̓̾̈́̔̾̔̀̋̃̎͘̕͜͝ȩ̸͉̣̩̠̫͌̒̍̓̉̀̊́̑̏͊̑̃̎̚͘͝͠ͅ'̴̧̡̧̛͔͙̣̺̥̈̿͊̃̇̅͑̋̃̽̊̾͐̇̚͘͝s̶̢̧̛̼̺̻̪̦͚̲̤͉̩̝̺͕̰̗͋́͛͋̋̓̋͒̒̀̒̿̂̿́́̾̄̽͐͜͠͠͝ͅͅͅ ̷̡̩̱̮͔͎͖̣͓͉̭͔̿ģ̸̧͕̟̹̳̞͚̠̫͎͈̹̹̪̠̞̅̎̿̇́̂̎̃͋́̆͋̀͋̓̅̓͌̏́̃͘͜͠ͅỡ̴̧̧͚̝͈̳̪̺̲̙̣̥̟̺̠͉̭͎͎́̈́̂̋̈̀̌͗̔͘͝͠͠į̵̛̟͍͚̣̯̫̱͒͌̂̅̽͛̓̓́̋͐̀̄̆̒̿̚͘͝͝n̵̢̨̩͔͖͔̣̖̭̞̪͐̇͋̀͑́̇̈́̈́̒g̵̭̯͚̯̙̭͕̞̈̊̓̏̂̽̀͘ ̶̘̤͓̥̮͍̜͖̬̬̺̮̦̰̈́͋͆͆́̐͋̕ͅc̷͙̺̱͈̖͖̝̟͚̗̪̞̳̱͉̗̄͛̐͐͜͜͝r̶̡̡̲̙͕͍̠̹̮͖̥͎̳̫̖̠̫̃͜ͅa̷̳̲͌͗̀̀́̾̇͐́̌̌̏̌̐̆z̶̡̛̛̗̪̣̺͔̞͍̤̞̣͚̹̖̹͇̟̗͈̐̇̊̉͂̿͗̄̉̏̒͊̆̕y̷̗̹̞̤̦̣̝͍̲̖͖̦̝̩͖̻̺̑̀̋͗̄̒̌̆͗̇̊͂͊̕͘͘̚ͅ
.̸̢͕̞̦̼̣̘͌̀͊͊̍̈́̏̾̄̑̕͠͠͠ͅ'̷̨̧̧͔̤̞̭̤̥̩̞̣͉͙̣̜̩̖͇̞̹̫̒͊̂͛͊̉̊̐̋̒
̵̧͓̦̠͎͖͖̬͎̮͍͓̠̪̯̤̖̆̍̏̅̌̄́͊̈́̎̿̓͊͋͑̾͛̏̆͝ͅ
̷̧̠̼͍̦̹͙̟̊̐̄̇͆̿̓̈̀̔͑̆́̌̐̋͘'̷̘͈̞̻̯̬́̈́̀̋͋̈́͗̈̈ͅȲ̴̫͇͔͉̥͓͍̀͌̉̈́̂͊̈̋̈̐́̍͌̀͌͊̄̚͠͠o̷͙̗̬̮̟̪͛̌̄̓̈́̓̓̽͂͂͛̑̈́̊̈́͝͠ů̵͙̼̱̦͎̬̯̥̥͈̚͜͜'̵̡̜̯̩̥͌̾̈r̷̨̧͈̫̙̻̦̫̱̺͙͓̞̪̬̤̭͔̤̼͛̋͋͐͊̏͌̈́̾̏̋̓̚̕͠͠ͅé̴̛̦̊̂̌́͆̀̾̿̇͗̒͑̓̍̍̐̀͝ ̷̤̇̅͆͋̃̈́̄̆͊͑̚͘͝s̴͕̽̒̐̾̈́́̑̈́́̽̒̎͑͐͝ă̴͕͕͙̘̩̻͇̖̹̫̥͈̮̊̋̓̇̊̀̔̆̒̋́̚͘͝ỷ̴̡̧̨̛͍̹̥̰͖͓̼̤̲͔̣̭̱̗͎̼̞̦̹̝̊̈́̐̇̏̂̓̌̕͜i̵͍̞̞͚̣͈̘̓͗̿̈́̑͂n̸̛̮͎̖̭̪̰͍͕̣̩͍͙͉̹͙̖̜͙̮̭̭̟͐g̷̢̡͇̘̮̍̽́̎̔̃̊͊͆͋͆̓̅̽̈́͘͘͝ ̶̫͔̖̩̲̅̍̃̅̋̒͑̐́̄̀͋̀̔̈͐̃͆̈́̀͐͝͠͝ĭ̷͎̘̘͕̔̌͐̒̑̾͆t̴̢̛͎͙͎̜̲͕̟͈̘̯̓̅̓͌̏̍͑̏͌͗̌̉͐̾̄͆͒̂́̂̆̕̚ ̵̯̰̝͙̟̤͇͓̼͑̃̏̋ĺ̸̰̳͈͕̆͐͆̉̉͒͑͘i̷̛̠̻̩̓̆͑̿͂̋̈́̾̈́̔k̸̡̡̛̥͇̰̟̖̩̘͚͉͓̠͌̅̓͊̓̌͛̚͘̕͜͝͝ȩ̵̧̩̯̝͔̗͍̖͖͔̫̙̹̬̮̣͇̟̉̐̒̉͆̀͗̿͑́̈̌̀͜͝͠ͅ ̸̢̜̲̲͚̭̠̹͂͐̃͊̽͑̒̈̀̾͊̑̓͗́͊̚ͅͅh̶̹̟̳͕͙̜̜̣̭̔͂̀̅͊̏͒͊̌̈́̆͝͠͝e̴̢̛̛̥̺͉͓̲͚̟̦̼̦̙̩͉̻̥͖̦̙̖̊̅̄͆̿̅̿̎̊̐̍́͆͘͘͜͠ ̵̨̡̮̫̘̱̹̯̦̗̩̩̮͙͓̪̈̈͐̅̑́̓̎͝ŵ̸̞̺͇̘̲̘̹͒̎̏̋̀a̷̢̢̮̞͓̤͎͉̲͉̜̜̳͓̾͆͐́͘͘͝ͅs̷̢͔̥̯̤͍̮̮̭̍́̅̀͛̊͒͝n̴̨͎̗͕̘͌͜'̶̡̛̱͇͍͍̯̻̖̭̥̯̺̰͇͖̗̦͉̘̳͎̦̂̓͆̏͊̌͊̏͐̿̈̉͛̐̾̍͂͋̂͑͝ͅţ̶̧̙̫̤̱͉̠͙̙̬̥̣̪̭̒͑̉̊̏͊̐̈͆̂̄̌͝ ̴̢͎̭̖͔̳̥̼̬̔̀͛̂͒̉̑̋̅͂͂̈́́̅̊̓̊̑͘͝͝c̵̡͓̱̺̗̩̃͑̅̕͜r̸͎̯͈͉͉͙͗͌͋̈̌̃̌̀̏͆̋̚͘͠ͅą̴̨̧̢̪̳̣̳̼͙̞͉̫̟̟͔͓͌̀̀̉̉̿̑̃̊̄͂́̀͊̅̏̀͜͝͠ͅź̴̨̯̞͇͈̳̲̪̹̖̯̳͍͇̫̝̻̅̀̏̇̓̋̓̇͗͊̈́ỳ̶̡̨̛̱̩͕̺̮̇̈́̄̏͒̽͊̒́́̆́̓̈́͆̃̈́͊͝ͅ
̴̹̜̼̞̭̯̰̖̟̍́̍̀̐͑̍̾̋̕͜͝͠b̴̟̳͈͙̳͙̹̥̗̦̙͔̹̻̥͚͖̯̩͎̓͆̿̀͐̾̍͑̋̊̓͐̂̑̄̊̓͛̎̚͝͠͠e̵͙͕̤̩̗̬͓̦̙͈̫̟̺̭̻̦̬͚̟̲̎͋͋f̵̳͚̮͆̍̉̊̎̆́̆̽̅̇͊̂͛̉͘̕͝͠o̷͇̜̯̟̟͓̬̱̜̿̔͆̀̀͑̾̋̓̒̑̍̚̚͜͜ŗ̷̢̨̖̗̝̯̥̘̫̖̞̣̞̞̳͈̻̦̖̠̺͔̍̍́̉̀̚̕͝ȩ̷̡̛̻͇͔̼͚̺̠͕͙̜̪͙̦͖̝̝̠̩̟̼̂̇̅̉̈́̎̋̽̽̅̇̿͗̌͘͘͝.̷̨̢͖̰̘̩̬̮͎̖̜͍͉̟͓͚͔͍̝̯̆͐̌̐͝'̶̡̜̻̦͈͎͕͕̹͈͖̥͖̻̓́͆̎͒͑͛͆̊̾̎̂̉͗̈́͑̎̾͗̃͜͝
̵̗͈̰̦̲̝̱͋̀͆'̸̨̨̢̯̠̤̦͚͙̦̗̠̩̯͎̬̍̋̋̽͆̄̔͂͑̏̚͘̚͘N̷͌͌̊͌̄̄̏̌͂́̌̔̀͌̔̽̑͗̕͜͠͝ỏ̷̧̹̲̟̘͔̰̹̻͙͂̾̒̍̾̄͊͘̚͝t̴̨͓̒͂̇̈̒̾̐̉̎͑͠ ̸̢̞̙͕̳̫̃̇̾̈́͐̑̏͋̓́̆͋̄̍̓̈́̀͑͋̚͘͝ͅã̷̢̨̡̲̞̮͍̲̖̘͉̫͎̰̰̉̏͐̈́̊͆̿̑̇͆̂̀̍͗͒̑̒͌̇̐̄s̸̨͕̱̟͔͇̯̮̲̱͈̝̳̹̼͋̒̊̈͊̒̓̉͊͘͠ͅ ̸̬̃͗̀̚c̵̞̞̣̈́̍͊͋̆͌̚̚r̵̛͈͎̰̺͚͖̬͖̣̰̼̤̯̟̭͓̟̫̳̝̔̍͒̀̎͠a̴̧̗̣̪̪͕͙̲̻͔̺͔̼̙̮͖̾̏̈̉͂͌̈́̎͐̀͐̈̕͠͝z̵̺͉͉̱͎̗̙̘̰̙̰̘̣̭̄͂͗̃̌͂̍̓̏́͒̊̿̔̊͐̋̚̚͜͠͠͝ͅͅͅy̶͖̭̻̫͍̲̠̤̦̽͋̀͋̾̓̎̆͐́̅̈́͌̀̇͒̅̅̚͘ ̵̧̛̫͈̪̯̺͍̱͍̱͍͈̗͕̳̗̯̤̙̍̆̓̈̊̿̎̊̏͆̿̕͘͜͜͠͝ͅą̵̨̳̭̻̬͙̱̮͓̘͍̙̤͖̱̈s̷̢̢̲͇̪̠̣̥̪̭͈̮̠̯̩͈̗̮̬̥͇̮͑́̓̊͌͛́̒̌ ̵̢̧̢̛̮̤͇̟̬̙͔̬͓͉̼̰̖̣͚̤̩͓͊̎̃͑̊́͘͘̕͠ţ̶̛͈̥̲͎̘̫̥̜̌̿̽̉̄͐͗̀̆̈́̊͛̆̿̊̃̋̾̋̅͝͠͝h̴̢̜̐̂̌͋́̑̆͗́ͅi̴̛̗̰̙̹̰͒͂̋̔͌̅̐̒̔̐̽̇̏͝s̷̭̪̯͓̥͇̻̗̈́̇̿͗͌̅͒͋͊͌͛̾̏̕͝͝.̷̳̩͙͖̫͓͔̙͔̠̖̣͇̣͈̥̞͙̩̩̬̍̓̚͜͝ͅ'̴̲̻̌̊̈
A loud laugh bubbled up in Jimin's throat as he pealed his eyes open, his vision immediately blending into the darkness of the room. The chatter outside of Jimin's room stopped before he heard the guards whisper among themselves,
"Has he gone crazy?"
"I..I don't think so, it's only been two days."
Jimin grinned widely before pushing off of the ground to stand up. His legs wobbled as he straightened out and stretched, muscles aching from being too long in the same position. Two days meant that he would be let out any second now, and when he is, the game would resume and the little vixen would be released back into it.
Jimin shuffled forward with his hand outstretched, trying to find a wall. Jimin's teeth chattered from the cold as his hand came in contact with the concrete wall. The tips of his fingers glided over the smooth surface before he bent down and ran his hand along the place where the wall and the ground connected.
̷̨̢̛̙̠̼̺̦̤̥͗̍̅̂̀̾̑̋͆į̷̠̽̌̆̐t̸̥͎͇̖̹̦͖͆͒̾͒͗̍̄͠͠ ̷͍͌̎̏͋͂́͊͝r̵͍̤̩̟̱̊̉̿̆̃͂̈́̍̀e̶̗̣̻͓̒̄͑̉̓̾̿a̷̛͕̺̗͚̞̠̼̻̓̌̽̆͜l̴̨̹̖̜̉͛̓ļ̴̨̼̬̥̤̭̋̑y̶̧̡̦̟̝̙̘͍͊͌̂̒ ̶͈͔͍̱͈̬̋̓̈́͋̆͘͠͠t̵͔̘̟̙̻͚̄͘͜ĥ̸͔̬̺̩̙̙͗́͋̄͘͝a̷̝̩͉̭̪̔̓͝ͅt̵̍͛̾̑̐͋̊̕͜͝ ̷̠̞͇͇͑̂̐̄̆͒͗͆͝h̴̹͎͇̘̎̾̇̓̾͌̃̕͜͝͝a̴̫̗̙̺͉͕̰̐͠ř̸̛̛͙̖͙̐̅̈́̓ḓ̷̡̊̅̃̄̊͑͊͋ ̵̱͙͎̘̬̱͖̅͜͝t̶̢̝̗̫̖͔̣̏̎ȯ̵̯̩̲̝̹̙͓͙̀̏̾̾̈̽̄̂ͅ ̴͖͙̮͈͈͉͚̽͑̇̽̂̎̈́̕f̶̫̠̥̟̤̎̐̓͐̿͜͝î̸̢̙̖̤̤̣͚̩͙̈̒̓͌̈́̿̇̎͊͘n̸̥̹̎͒̽d̴̲̱͋̓̂͊ ̷̳̇͗̑͆̕͝͝s̵̼͇̤̦͉͖̻̫̬̓̽̓̒̆͆̎̋̆͘͝ͅǫ̵̰̮͓̦̥̜̃̓͑m̷̛̛̻͕̮̐́̈̆̅̕͠ȩ̸̱͍̠̫̭̭͍̼͗͜ṱ̶̖͖͂͗̿̈́̉͝ͅḧ̶͕͇̯͐̽͋͝ḯ̸̖n̸̨̧͓̖̥͂͊͆́͑̍̅̀̂̚͘ĝ̵̢̲̺̖͓͍̠̯̱̬͊ ̸̧̬̲̙̞̽͗̐͐̀s̷̳͇̳͕̻̕ͅh̷͉̥̲̀̂̐͒̊̈́̾̚a̸̡͍͕͖̦͑̐̇̓̋̐̌̚͝ŕ̵̻̯͓̗͕̺̦͜p̴̺̫̱͎̼͉͙̗̥̖̈̽͌̅?̵̯̦̲̉̋̌̐́͛̃͋̔͝'̵͚̑̉̃̋̅͘
̴̨͉̼͓̜͙͙̬͋̌̄͐̑̓̃́
̸̩̠̳͉̼̱̞̹͖̏̈́̀̍ͅ'̶̨̪̈́̃̅̒̿͛͌̍͌̿Y̶̧͔͔̪͔̟͓̋͑̊́͛̀͘̕͝͠͝ȯ̶̯̝̺͔̟̟͉̈́̆͆̊̏̃̄͝͝ȗ̵͖̹̬̖̒̀̅̕'̵̨̀̓̎͌̈̒̄r̴̫͖̥̦͐̽̃̔̀̏͌̚e̴̢̢̜̼̟̘͐̈́̇́ ̴̢̛̥̼͖̦̮͈̰̮̈́̑͐̎̾̏̓̾̽͜͝p̵̹̜̗͎̖̝͉̤͆̈͗̈́̽́͗̋̐̓a̸̹͚͂̎͛̄͘t̵̨̮̘̻̖͇̼͔̍͜h̸̦̩͎͆̃̑͛̆̈́̔̚e̶̠̘͈̙̗͋t̶̙̠̘̱̙̫̹͒̒́̽̓̈́̈́͘i̶̢̝̙̖̝̝̦̻̳͔͉̋̑̓̇̓͐̄c̴̛̠͔͖̺̄̾̑̅̏͘,̸̰͈̞̞̈́̈́̀̆͐̈̂͝ ̸͖̝͍͌̔̆̐̾͐̈́̄J̸̡̭̮͈͉̜̈́̀̂̿̒͆͆͘͠ͅỉ̷̢̱̮̠̯̼̣̮̘̉͌̐̄͑́͐̕͜͝͠m̷̡̺̜̫̥̮̳͕̹̠͉̋͐͋̋̅̕͠i̶̪̊̔̏̉̍̚͝n̸̝͕͉͉̲̞̬͇̾̑̌'̸͎͚̮̗͛
̷̧͔̳̦͖̱̰͕͔̬̔͋̀͜
̵̡̧͓͈̗̦̝̺̓'̸̧͕͓̱̘̯͙͔͙̫̜͛͊́͠I̴̩͗̍̎͆̈́̇͘͠g̸̡̪̰̫̠̠̬̏̀͜n̶̼̍̈̾̏̍̚͝ỏ̶̼̳̝̙̠̫̹͇͉̰̲̂r̷̛͓͆͑̊̔̅̆̌̄͠ḛ̸̺̱̦̐͗̄ ̸̠̻̙̟̜̪̮͋͋̉͗͝t̴̢̛͊̅͊̊̇͐͘h̷͚̺̘̬̤̠͚̪̞͓̀e̸̺͇͉͙̬̫̺̭̊̈́̌̿͋͐̅̎͝ͅm̷͔̹̮͉̫̩͖̈̋͌͗͋̑̊̾,̵͈͌̽̅̾ ̶͔̤̬͇̱̩͓̟̫͒̅̐̎́̔̏̄̓͜͝k̶͖͓̞̫͇͍̘̬͛͐͝ͅȇ̶̛͖̲̳̈́͋̾̎̈̋̀̚ę̸̻͓̠͉̜̄̾́̿̏̅̈́̽̊̕͝p̵͉̯̈̈͆͑̀ ̸̧̇͋͗͛͌̂̒̒͛́̔l̶̛̦̻͌̎͊ơ̴̺̗̗̖̤͍̓̆̏̄́͠ͅo̶̢̫̲̓͌̄̃̃̈́k̷̛̼͖͒̑̽̿͝i̴̧̗̦͓̱͖̮̓̍̓͛̈́͌̎͂̓͋̚ṅ̶͓̥̦̰̭̭͎̤̩̀̄̇̂̏̈́͗g̶̢͕̣̼̮̳̲̓͐̐̔.̸͉̓͒̔'̸̢̦̝̖̘̘̣̽̇͛̉̏̄̌̾͘͜͜͠
"It's hard to concentrate, when you're shouting in my ears!" Jimin hissed in annoyance, momentarily stopping the voices. His head snapped up after hearing heavy footsteps walking down the hall towards his cell. Jimin blindly scrambled towards the metal door, his fingers running across the doorframe until they came in contact with a loose screw.
Jimin pressed his palm against the screw, making it dig into his skin. Jimin sucked in a deep breath before swiftly pulling his hand down, the edge of the screw ripping his skin open. The stinging sensation was nothing Jimin wasn't prepared for. He shook his head, releasing a deep breath of air as he felt his palm sting and bleed, the blood dripping down on the ground.
The heavy footsteps stopped in front of Jimin's cell, making him step away and look up, trying to face what he thought was the entrance.
"Let him out." The voice ordered before turning around and walking down the hallway towards another cell.
The metal door to Jimin's cell was pulled open, the light immediately spilling into the room and hitting Jimin in the face. Jimin hissed, his bleeding hand flying up to cover his sensitive eyes.
"His hand is bleeding!" Jimin peered through his fingers, his eyes squinting and his nose scrunching up as he tried to catch a glimpse of the guards.
They stepped into the cold cell, grabbing Jimin by his arms and pulling him out. Jimin looked down at the ground, smirking as he walked in between the two guards.
"We have to take him to the infirmary." The guard to his left spoke, making Jimin look up from his small sized sneakers and over to the guard.
The guy's hair was dyed blond, his dark eyes looking nervous as he kept glancing down at Jimin's bloody hand. The guy had a long nose, plump lips and eyes that were a bit too far away from each other.
'H̷̡̱̹̲̘̪̃͌͋e̷̹̣̩̋̍́͛ͅ'̷̡̝͕̩͗̀̈́̈́s̸͖̰̃͐͠͠ ̷̜̞̰̤̭̔̋̃̽u̵͓̞̍g̸̡̙͆͘l̷̖̥̯̈́́̕̕͝ỹ̵̥͉͉̪̆͝.̴͉͗͊̿̐̚'̷̡̹̤͎͍̣̅̂̐̇̒͝
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̸̩̙̾̍'̶̡͙̟̗̳͌̄́̕͝R̸͉̤̘̖̱̮͛̅î̴͚̩͐̈͘p̶̢̩͉͕̺̥͋̇̔ ̴͙̮̼͖̹̳̀̿̆h̴͚̔͝͠i̵̡̛͈̺͕̻̥̾̄̂͋s̴̨̠̪̗̘̙̃̈́̈̈͘ ̴̢̩͓͓͑ẗ̵̢̼̗͚̌h̶̫͔̆̿̾͑͝r̵̛̥̐̔̅̈͠o̴̭̭̞͂͂͆̐͝͝a̴̛̺̮͔͔̓t̷͉͇̱̚ ̷͈͓̈́̓o̷̯͚͑̄͛̑̀̅ṷ̷̦͚̙̾̈́̚t̴̨̥̬̞͖͐̽̀́̑.̵͍̙͓͙̉́̈́̒ ̸͍̭͔̪̔̓̔͐͋Ÿ̸̫͖͓́̅͒̽̍ỏ̸̩̓̌̕͠ư̶̡̲͙̤̩̈́̈ ̴͍̘̭̜͕̪̅̐̈́̕h̴̡͆͝ḁ̴͎͚̯̐̄̑̕͝v̴͕̝̀͠ë̴̞͎͒̌̔̍͘ ̴̣͈͍̻̽͋̅͂̔y̷̢͋̿̄͑̏ó̸̲̯̂͋u̴͙̞̳̙̟̬̎̇̓̕r̸̂̋̿͜ ̵̱͗̃͑̚t̶̢̛̟̖̠͌͗̏͝ḙ̸̼͙̩͍̉͌͂͊̚ȅ̶̹͐͂t̶͂̾̇̊͒̀͜͜h̴̯̯͙̰̞͗ͅ.̷͔̦̽̿̎͗̏͜͝ͅ'̵̖͇̞̖̞̂̐
"You're a real sweetheart." Jimin breathed out, ignoring the voices in his head and pushing his bloody hand up to pat the guard's cheek gently.
The guard screeched and freaked out, releasing his hold on Jimin to jump back. He paled, looking like he was about to collapse as he stared at the blood.
Jimin pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing, while the other guard snorted,"Are you serious?"
"He was about to smear his blood on my face! I could get infected!" The Guy hissed in alarm, looking at Jimin like he had a disease. Jimin nodded slowly, his eyes traveling to the tag on his chest 'Gwok Hajoon'.
'̴̣͔̣̼̍́̏̿̐̇̾̒̍̋͘͝͝Ṙ̸͍̣̲̤͉̺̒ͅe̶̬̽͒̇͗̍̋̆̈́̐͑̌̚͝m̴̡̳͍͕̩͚͚͔̥̰̲͔͙̦̲͓̾̅̈́̐̐͒̾̐̅̀͜e̵̗͊m̶̨̖͇̞̽͂̈́̉̅͐̒̆̐̎͑͒̏͋̿̋̚͠b̸͎͍̣͍̽͂̎̀̍́͑̍͌͘̕͝ͅè̸̛̖̪̈́̓̌͆̅̄͛̀͆̕͘̕ŕ̶̡͖̹̙͍̹͈̠͕̳͙̼͉̟͆͂̋̽̈͝ ̵̛̞̥̻̬̞̠̥̩̪̞͎̰̗̻̲͆̃͒́̈̊̋̐͆͊̓̐̄͛͠i̸͚̋̾̏̇̇̏̅͠͠t̵͎̩̋̈́̀͗̐̀̏̅̇.̷̡̡̳̱̱͚̩̟͌͐͛̈̈́̑̈͌͛̒̓̇'̴̨̼̝̲͕͚͎͎̘̭̭̫̅̏̍̔̄̏̍̈́
"Let's just take him to the infirmary and get someone else to take him to the showers." Jimin was snapped out of his thoughts, making him look up with a small smile. The more people he was exposed to, the more people he would be able to convey to be on his side. Slowly and gradually, Park Jimin would infiltrate the prison and take Suga's power from right under his nose.
The two guards finally managed to compose themselves and pull Jimin through the isolation block. Jimin's body slowly warmed up, the hallways of the prison being way warmer than the cold cell Jimin was kept in. The voices in his head kept rambling about how hideous the place was or how he should just kill everyone and leave.
Jimin was dazed as he was pulled down multiple hallways and through metal doors before he was pulled to a stop in front of a white door. Hajoon stepped forward and knocked on the door before stepping back.
Jimin's head turned around as he eyed the hallway, quickly growing bored of waiting. He could faintly hear a Male call out 'come in', making the other guard push the door open and pull Jimin inside.
"Anothe-" The Male began to say before looking at Jimin and momentarily shutting up. The Male smiled at the suspicious gazes the guards sent him,"He's adorable!"
Jimin looked at the Male, his eyes widening and his breath hitching in his throat as he caught the sight of a familiar broad shouldered man. Jimin swallowed thickly, clenching his hands and looking away to stop himself from throwing himself at the Male.
"Careful, Mr. Kim, he's dangerous." The guard, to Jimin's right, warned, releasing Jimin and pushing him further into the room. Jimin stumbled forward, snapping his head towards the guard and shooting him a vicious glare,"On the other hand, he is a bit cute. Like a kicked puppy."
B̴̺͔̥̻̫͔͙̰̯̣͗̈́̔̀̆͐̈́̓̀̌̏̿̈́̅̌͘͘͝͝i̵̧͈͊͛̿̉̆͗͠ẗ̵̖̪̬̦̪̫͍̫̬̣̰̦́̎̏͆̏̚ͅė̵̜̙̥͈̙̑͋͋̿ ̶̨̧̢̨̫̲͍̪͍̣̬̻͉̩̪̬̫͉̯̟̹͛̈́͌̆̾̃̄̈̆̃̀̌̀͒̐̇̈́͘͘͝͝h̵̡̧̢̡̛͖̘̞̥̪̲̱̮͎͎̱͓̘̯̼͆̍̎̈́̏̽̎̆̏̇͋̕͜͠ͅi̵͓̥͉̹̤̹̬͎̘͖̭͎̙̖̗̱̾̔̐͛̾́͛̔̀̓̍̂͘͘͜͝͝͝ş̸̡̩̤͔̠̞͔̖̥͓͈͗̐̀̎͐́͋͛̅̿̽̂̚͜͝ ̶̪̼̟̅̾̑̑͆̉̎͋ď̶̡̧͍̻̲̙̩͚͚̬̤̭̥̬̭͕̳̜͚̬͊̋̒́̀͒̎̿̄͆̍͝͠͝ͅḭ̶̧̺̜͉͕̻͐̌̇͜c̶̢̰̲̻̟̺̰̼̗̲̫̘͈̥̪̳̞͉̉̓̍̐́̌́̕̚͜͠k̵̬͙̬̅́ͅ ̵̳̪͍̘̮̹͛̅̍̋̏̽̈̊̑̀̈͛͐̚o̴̧͚̳̒͗͗̅̔̑̍͑͑̒f̴͇͇̱͕͉̮̭̮͙͈̳̓̓̃̐͜͠f̵̬̘̅͑̊̊͛̽̓̓,̷̡̢͚͉̼̼̝̖̝̱͕͕̪̩̦̪͖̫͕̮̌̑̾̈́́̓́̒͜͝ ̴̢̨̢̩̰̳̣͕̹̘͙̞̻̙̝̟̲̕m̵̛̞͚͎͌̑͆̓̄̉̏̓̌͂̚͠ą̷̨͙̟̮͇̪͕̭̻̗̦̤̓̊̂̓̓ͅk̵̢̢̧̛̛͇̺̭̲̹̺̟̫̦̘̻̘̬̓̎͗̄͌́̓́͊͋̇̏́͝͝͝ẽ̶̛̮̗̥̥̊ ̵̨̫̰̱̝̙̩͓͙̹͖̏s̵̛̹͖͖͎͚͕̦̫̯̮̯͕̙̜̄̑̋̈́̀̄́̃̑̽́̍͠͝͝u̴̡̨͚͉͓̤͙͉̼͖̣̔̈́͌̎̓̏̋ṙ̵̳̻̘̳͇͙̻͉̳͌́́́͐̈́͛̈́̋̈͆̅̏̚͝͠ͅe̷̮͉͙̟̠̞̼̲͉͎̎̚ ̶̢̛͓̦̞̻̭͕͖̥͖̗̦̱͔̼̬̯̉̀̆̊̍̌͂̓̄͐̏̽̈́͐͛̿͂́͘͜͠ḩ̴̭̥͙̜̊͗̀́ȩ̶͔̦̪̳̦̺̗͚̥̘̗͍̅́́̍̒̌͜ ̴̢̡͉̜͈͙̼̟̰̝̯̠͒́͛̊̃͜ͅw̶͍̫̙̣̦͔͓̦̝̳͉̯͖͙̪̮̉͐̃̇́̈́͂̏́̈̓̌͗ͅǫ̶̟͍̺̪̜̥̜͍͇̪͉͔̼͓͙̜͓̲̑̅͒̄͝ͅņ̸̟̠̪̻̪̭̗̀̐̾́̈́͋͗̉̂̍̐́̓̚͠'̴̢̢̡̪͔̙͚̖̭͔̻͖̮̣͙̟͖͍͆̏̊̍͋̇̄̈́̇̄̽͛̚t̶̛͙̫̰̣̞̣͓̯͚͂̀͂̀̓̆͛̋̀̽͊̿́̓̿͋͜ ̵̨̛͉͍̭̰̥̲̣̜͐̎̽̀̀͊͐̋̾̂̃̀̽̏̕̚ͅb̶̢̛̘̪̟̰̜̩̪̙̠̍͆̎̆͗̋̌̐͌͌̃̇͑̊͆͒̀̅̚e̵̡̫͛͂̑̋̏̍̐̈̏̎̈́͂̔̓͂̎̈͘̚ ̷̢̧̛̘̝̜͓̫̪̯̺̞̪͕͂̌͐̇a̷͙̩̺̪̲̬͕̾͗̅̿̌̋̇̌̒̈̏́̐͂͑̚͜͠͝͝b̵̡̤͍͓̲̬̳͇̹̹̦̥̗̞̋͗̋̐̑̀̅̓̾̋̋̂̇͛̚̚͜l̷̮̩͎̠͂́͛̈́̈́ę̸̨̮̺̬̹̜̥̭̓̓̋̈́̽̔́̽̏̋͗͂̌̓̂͛͛ ̵̡̢̢̜͈̦̜̖̰̙̘͙̗̼͕̃̈̿̃̊̈́̏̆̅̽̈́͆̈͗͆̈̓͐̋͜t̴̢͙̼̰̲̝̮̳̖̗̥̲̳͑͗͗̄͛̂̆̑̃̉̊̋͊̈̚͘̕͝͝o̴̢̡̨͍̯̳̭̦̻̜̜̯̬͉̯̩̙͍̲͚͒͂͋͊́̀̂͑̆̅̔̔̂͐̅̆̈́̆̕͠ͅ ̵̧̨̧̯̮̠̟̙̺̝̆m̸͚̖͔̘͙̉̎͋̉̆̾̎͑̕̚̕ͅa̴͖̗͍̱̰̹̻̳̒̓̔͗͗̐͊͐̆͌̇̂̏͋̒͋̎͠k̴̲̱͕͈̬̭̰̼̻̳̯̺͈̻͖̋̌͂̃̏̆͋͆́̂́́̌͝ȅ̷̡̧̮̭̳͔͇̲͐̄̿̾͊̈́̍̽͗̉̈́͐̍̈́̏̏̍́̕͘ ̴̨̢̧͔̪̜̦͇͇̻͍̬̈t̸̡̛͚̠̥̟̬͇̥͖̜͙̻̻̩̖̜̦̮̮͚̃̀̽̎̑͐̄̈́̒̔̈́́͂͜͝h̴̡̟̭̻͚͔͖͎̟͈̳̞͔̿͂͆͑͒̔͌̀̎̂͊̚͝a̶̢̦͕͈̪̐̏͐͒͗́̈̇͝t̸̢̢͓͎̥̘̣̬͙͙̹͖̙̹͍̪̗̱̿͜ ̷̛̘̫͖̫̹̗̪͗̌͒͐́̒̑̇̿̓̀̋̆͆͛͂́̄̚͠c̸̜̰̖̗͉̤̤̭̽̈́̀̈͋̐̿̌̕̚ͅh̴͓̠̮̜̞̘̺̜͓͖̣̱̘̰͉̦̣̞̖͓̒̈́̽̾͜i̵̲̹̰̫͉͆̀͘͝l̸̨͈̲͔̲̦͖̭͇͓̪͖͖͚̠̆͗͛̇̓̓̾͂̿͐̈̍̈́̋͂̐̕͝d̵̜͍͂͐̄̊́̾̓̀͆͗̾̿̅͝͠͝ ̶̡̞̣̱̘̼̝̰̤̹̟͊̆͗̏̄̂͘͝͝h̵͚͔̹̟̏̅͐͛̑͝ĕ̴̡̡̡̧͈̥̲͍͖̝̫͇͕͙̘̩͙̽̍͆̓̃͑̋̔̐͆̂͗̒̍͘̚ ̴̧̡̢̖͚̫̲̘͍͈̙̲͇̼͙̱̞͖̲̓̇̓͐̑̽̃̑̂͋̾̈́̃̍͛̅̀̅͐͘͝ḋ̸̨͉͉͔͚͓̼͌̏͂̌̈́͜͝è̴̛͎͎̤̭̼̦͖͉̤͉͈̋̔̆̂̀̉̊̆̐̊̑̓̔̚͘͠s̸̥̦̹̼̫̝̩̫͎̹̼̓i̷̧̨̛̛̲̪̪̤̭̖͙̲̯̪͌͗̿͂́̆̈́̀͂̍̐̑̑̚͘͝r̷͕̳̬̙̈̅͝e̶͚̭̫͈̩͙͙̥͇͈͎̹̘̮̭̅̀̾̍̓͗͜s̴̢̧̻̻̘̟͓͔̦̬̩̤̩̥̮͗͆̓̀͛͊͜͜ͅͅ.̴̡̻̗̪͙̀̈́'̷̡̧̙͓͚̳͖̼͉̘̺̦̪̪̳̟̫̙̣̐̔̅̊͒͐͜͝͝
̸̧͎̘͕͓̬͂͛́̈̀͑͑̑͆͛̑̂̋̽̎̕͜'̷̛̠̪̳̪̻̠̟̗̭̀̈̎̀̆̀̽̄̅̂͂̾͆̍͆̋̔̊͠H̵̙͕̲̫̝̀́̀̊͐͌̈́̽̏͗̂̚͘͠i̷̡̨̡̬̫͓̣͈̻̘̬͖̱̎̆̀͛̒͒̏͛̈́͜ͅs̶̫͓̬̭͑̀̏͛͗͋̄̌͠ ̵̨̭̙̰̞̝͔̘̩͉̭͔͉̓̈̾̾́͐̚͜͝m̷̡̛̥̖͚͉̼͇͚̭̭͙̥͓͖͓̪͎̲̥̄̎̈́̈́̀͑͌̀̄͌́̅̎̓̑̚͠ơ̶̱̭͎͇̌̅̂̉̾̎̈́̿̽̋̅̎̑͛͘̕u̶̡̯̰̻̮̳̳̘̺̩͕̩͉̗̻͉̓̍̑̓͜ͅṭ̷̡̛̞̮͖̠͙̱͙͉̤̲̟̳̍̉̈̅̔̓̊̂̾̊̿̐͛͘͝͠ͅh̶̨͓̺̖̱͚̤̫̟͔̱̑̑́͘ ̴̡̧̡̘̲͕͚̦̜̆͛̿̂̐̋͂͘͜ͅì̸̡̡̞̠͇̩͉̻̞̪͇̱̹̫̖͎̯̜͕̰̃͒́̊̑̾͗͊͛̈́̔͘͠s̵̮̥͌n̴̡̢̳͕̝͇͎̘̜̦̤̹͔̖͕̎̔͒̾̐̐̽̒͂̋̄̾̃̃̀̃͊̕̚̕'̷̧̡̛͈̼͓̗͈̞̀̂̋͒̔͋̈̃̈́͘t̷̙̙̝̭̺͈͈̦͙̲̠͆̎̽͛̅͋̓̍̀̀̌̇̑̄͐̄͒͘͠͝͝ ̶̧̢̨̘̩̩̤̹͓͕̈́͗̔̈́̃̃̀̈́̂͘͠͝͠g̵̙̱̦͔̱͉͕͓̯̳͉̞͛͑̃̋͂͊̃͌̅̈̓̋͛̓̕̕̕͘͘͝ợ̸̡̡̛̯̯̥̮̬͙͚̯̗̹̼̜͓̠̻́͐̈́̓̈́͋̊̒͋͋͋̊͋͝ͅḯ̶̛̮̏̄͛̋͂̍͐̽̃͂̆̃̈͒̽͑̊͠n̴̺̤̝̑͊̄͛͒̊̍̍͛̀͋̓͘g̸͎̭͕̺̩̩̹̖͇̣͍̭̣̔̾́̓͊͂̌̀̊̓̈́ͅ ̵̡̧̗̟̝̹͖̪͍̩̝͚̪̻̬̒̈́̌̄͂͐̈̌̽̒̾̀͒̃́̄͝͠͝͝ả̸̢͚̥̦̘̆̈́̍͌̓̊̉̓̍̐̑̅̈́͂̇̕͘͝ņ̴̨̙̺͈̘̞̪͔̲̟̲͚̝̰͉̈́̂͋̒͗͊̍͋̀̃̉̕̚̕͜͜͝ͅy̸̨̦̖͖̼̺̬̥̱͇̩̠͉̦͎̫͖̤̥̐̐̅̉̿͌̋̂̀͒̽̄͆w̸̨͔̙͉̩͓̻̙͖̗̻̭̲̜̩̫̒̎̈́̑͗h̶̡̟̯̜̬̣͇̰̩̭̼̪̮͓̘̥̲̝͚̟͑ȇ̶̢̢̛̛͖̲̗͎̝̦̯̥̞̼͈̑͐́͗̐́́͛̈̈́̃̊͆̒̀̚ͅr̶̢̗͈̳̖̞̪̳͎̼̫͇͔̃̈́̊͗͊̌̈́̿̕ͅę̶̛̝̹͍̹̘͎̘͉̗͕̣͋̓̽̈̆͆͐̌̋̄̈́͒̔̔̏̑̕ ̷̨̡̞͖͔͖̼͕̬̼͈̫̯͈̖̎̀͛͒̾̄̎̊̉͗̎͌͜͜n̶̟͈̱͈̱͚͍̘̱̟̙̽̀͒̂̿̅̔̀̿̐̾̌̔̕ę̴̥͙̙̀̅͛̿̌͌͒͆͗́̚̕å̶̘̪̲̌̒̆̋̒̀̽̑͛͌̀̊̆̽̚r̶̳̯̹̦͉̠͗͛͐͐̑ ̴̦͍̩̣͖͔̰̟͉̻̻̂͂̔̓̆t̷̤̉́͒͊͒̂̒̑͒̿͠ẖ̵̯̜͉̟͖̝͛͜͠ḁ̶͗̿̽͆̔̋͆̃̈́͝͝ț̶̨̧̛͍͎͈̥̘̱̼̰͓̗̥̟͓̙̺̭̝̍̑̾͝ͅ ̴̼̣̼͍̆ļ̵̱̦̫̰̤̰̠̺̜̝͑i̵̡̺̭̞̹̣͈̗̝̝̭̪̰̗̻̹̪̻͒̎̋̄̀͑̉̊̎̊̉͂̚͘͜͝͝ţ̷̛̛͉̣̖͓̗̠̱̟̲̓̎͂̅̑̓̾̍͑̽̎̽͗̎̈́͆̋̎͝t̷̢̡̪̦̙̠̞͍͓̞̣̲͚͓̱̽̏̿͐̆̿́́̎̂̀̉͝ͅl̶̡̢̢̠͕̞͉̭͖̩̫͙͍̝̝̫͖͙̻̍̓̓̓̌̃̉̃̄̋̕͘e̶̡͇̱̱̭̰̼̱͓̭͚̪̠͈̥̹̰̦͑̏̏̓͆̅͌̂̐̎̓̆͝ͅ ̶̡̛̜̼͔̗̹̝̮̏̔̿̉̆̀̾̐̉͒̎̌̿͜c̵̡̥̬̜̱̥̙̗̥̠͖̰̻̹̮̲̲̞̔̈́͋͘ͅȯ̴̡̨̢̙̣̹̥̪̪̤̦̻̩̦͚̊͌̐͑̀̆͝͝ͅc̶̨̰̲̝̞̱̦̜͎̻̳̠̠̈́̿̌̑̽̅̄͐̅̋̈̈́̐̔̂͂̅͛̋͜͝k̴̢̨̛̭͍͕̺̲̻̪͕̤͚͇̺̞͎̩̳̙̳̈́͐͘̕͜͠͝.̷̭̝̰̦̬͓͈̖̦̤͈̿̄̋͂̋͗̈̅͆̔̓͗̂͊̄͛̇̔̑̍͜͜͝ͅ'̵̧̧̻̥̱̥̱͎̬̩̝̠͉͓̦̓̉̅̊̓̑̇͜͝
̵̧͍̖̫̤̟̰̩̩̹͕̬̗̥̣̗̙̭̥͛̅͌̈͜ͅ
̵͇̲̺͓̲̠̪̼̗̱̩̈́̒̄̑̌͐̓̒̆͛̏͛͊̕͝͝͝͠'̸̛̥̫͚̬̲̱̹̈́̐̆̓̏͌̀̒͐͌̉͠T̷̡͍̙̳͙͈͖̘̜̻͍̄̆̓̅̋͊̍͌̒̄̈́͌̒̚̕͜͝͠͠ḩ̴̡̢̤̖͍̪̘̤̜̲̼̺̲̞̩̫̠̥͔̃͗̀̿̽̀̏̽̏̂͗̏̅̈̀̐͝͝ȩ̶̨̡̨̡̨̟̮̺̱̯̭͍̪̱̥̄̋̒̑̓͊͊͌͆͝n̴͉̠̼̙͔͍̏̄̀̉͒̌͒͆́͗̈̕͝ ̵̡̨̧̢͔͚̘̤͖́̈́̎͝͠j̴̻̩̗͖͉̩͂̒̽̅͒͛͐̽̿͑̔̊̀̀̓͋̈́̚̚ų̴̨̛̰͎̱̞͊̑̄̈͜͝͝͝ś̷̹̪̩̯͇̗̪̥͚̻̙̯̑̂́̂̔̀̍̾͜͜ͅt̷̡̘̻̥͖̗̞͇̭̪͎̱̏̍̀̐̚ ̵̢̦͖͖̬̃̄̎͊̍̉̈́͌͂͌͘͜͝b̶̟̎͛̒̄̆̏̾́̂͝͠ȋ̶̢̝͇̻̣͙̙͔̤̔̄͒͐͂̉̀̋̾̊t̶̨̰̜̬̫̠̰̙̭̾́͗͌͂͗͆ę̷̡̼̲̰̏̆̈̋͒̉͒͂͛̋̒̊͒̔͘ ̸̧̧̞̻̦͙̃̈́̊́́̉̈́͆̐̓̃h̵̗̱͋̐̅́̋̋̇̓́͜i̵̡̨̡͖̟̹͈̟̙͖̺̭̰͉̪͙͆͂̌̈́͐̉̓s̶̡̨̛̛̛̜͔̘̩͖̪̊̌́̍̽ ̵̢̮̤̹̖͚̗̙̦̪͙̞͉̫̠͑̑͊̈́̈́̈͆͗̔̍̀̈́̎̓̓̎́̕̚͜͠j̴̨͕̩̩̙̪̙͙̮̐̋̿̔̀́͗͌̈̈́̍͑͝͝ų̶̰̬̫̝̻͔̮͕̝͚̺͚̙̏̍̃̕͜g̴̢̢̡̙͍̬͎̱͗́͌̄̑̓̽̌̏̿́̒̍̚̚u̶̧̡̜̞̯͍̣̥̟͖̤̙̙̞͕̤̻͓͇͂͆͊͋̐̓̑͜͝ͅl̸̘̬̰͉̞͎͍̣͈̪̲̲̣̹̰̂͗̐͘ͅa̷̡̧̧̮͕̭̥͚̟̟̻͖̻̻͖̼͓̓̈́̈́̊͋̑̊̆͂̂̍r̵̢͍̝̗̥̜͎̀̇̇̑̌̽͜͠!̷̢̝̲̳̥̖͉̙͎͉̮͔͙̩͓͚̊̉́̒̅
The two guards snickered among themselves, while Jimin listened to the voices bicker. A hand found its way onto Jimin's shoulder, grabbing it tightly and snapping him out of his thoughts.
"I think you should leave, gentlemen, you'll only distract me." Seokjin stated in a silky sweet tone, sending the two an amused smile.
"Are you sure, Mr. Kim?" The unfamiliar guard, with the caramel coloured hair, small build and sharp, beady eyes, asked.
Jin turned his back on them and guided Jimin to hop on the patients bed,"I don't hear the door closing." Jin called out, not long after hearing the two guards grumble and leave.
Jin's gentle expression immediately vanished into a protective glare as he gently grabbed Jimin's chin and tilted his head up. Jimin pouted, the fierce and strong expression on his face crumbling as Jin's sharp gaze ran over his features, looking for wounds.
"Hyungie." Jimin choked out, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he stretched his arms out for Jin.
Jin released a deep sigh, trying to control himself from going out, grabbing explosives and blowing the whole place up. Instead, he released Jimin's chin and carefully wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, pulling him into his chest.
Jimin shut his eyes, melting into the warm embrace and enjoying the sensation of Jin running his hand over his spine. He sucked in a deep breath of Jin's rose shampoo and the faint smell of cookies, enjoying the warmth and comfort it brought him.
"They kept me in isolation, Hyungie, I...I couldn't sleep, the voices...the voices didn't stop," Jimin stuttered, tears pooling out of his eyes and rolling down his chubby cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his face into Jin's white doctor's coat,"But they helped...I have a plan now, I really do!" Jimin suddenly pulled away, looking up at Jin with wide eyes filled with excitement and a hint of madness.
Jin licked his lips, clenching his jaw and releasing a deep sigh through his nose,"Isolation, huh? Looks like someone's gonna get a little visit." He hissed, raising his hand and gently running his fingers over the purple bags underneath Jimin's eyes.
"Do I...do I have bags now?" Jimin choked up, his voice thick with sadness.
Jin's lips tilted up before he pursued them and shook his head,"You're fine, Jiminie."
"Good! Hyungie, I came here for something, that's why I did this!" Jimin hopped off of the patient's bed and held up his bloody hand.
Jin's eyes widened and he grabbed Jimin's wrist, stopping him from turning around and rummaging through Jin's office,"What the fudge, Jimin?"
Jimin huffed and pouted, complying as Jin ordered for him to sit back down on the bed. Jin turned around and grabbed his medical gear before grabbing his chair and rolling it in front of Jimin.
"It's only a small price I have to pay to get my revenge. The traitorous rat that outed me will regret he was even born with a mouth." Jimin murmured under his breath, glaring down at his bloody palm as Jin began to disinfect the wound and stitch it up.
"I want you to take a shower, go eat something and go to bed. When you wake up, you'll be able to think more clearly." Jin ordered firmly, looking up at Jimin's pout,"Am I clear?" He asked again, his expression turning dark and serious.
Jimin gulped and quickly nodded,"Yes, Hyungie."
Judging by how clingy Jimin was and how he called Jin 'Hyungie', Jimin was ready to drop down to the ground and sleep for two days straight. The poor boy was forced into isolation with no distraction offered to his mind. Jimin has always had a bit of Schizophrenia, but the boy learned to live with it and drank pills regularly. The dose slowly lessened until his brain was tricked into thinking it had gottten better, but Jin knew that this isolation incident ruined everything and Jimin was back to square one.
Jin finished patching up Jimin's wounds before pulling his hand up and leaving a delicate kiss on the inside of his palm. He sighed and stood up from the chair, but before he could put away his medical stuff, Jimin quickly grabbed his wrist.
"I need a needle and a thread, Hyungie." Jimin murmured, grabbing the needle and wrapping the thread around it before shoving it into his pocket.
"What for, Jimin?" Jin asked calmly, not even bothering to stop him since he knew that once Jimin sets his mind on something, he will always find a way to get it.
Jimin grinned widely, his messy lavender hair falling into his face as he swung his feet and looked down at the ground,"Revenge." He peered up through his hair, his eyes shining with malice and madness.
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The inmates fell silent as the door to the bathroom was pulled open and Chanyeol guided Jimin inside. Jimin eyed the silent prisoners before turning around and waving Chanyeol goodbye.
The guard chewed on his bottom lip, watching Jimin with concern. The guards weren't allowed to stay in the bathrooms to give the prisoners some privacy. That's why Chanyeol thought that Jimin was doomed as he left the bathroom and shut the door behind himself.
Jimin's smile disappeared in a flash and his face turned stone cold as he marched further into the bathroom. His eyes snapped around the faces of the prisoners, looking for a familiar one. When Jimin didn't see the person, he snarled and marched towards the showers.
Jimin gripped the curtain of the cubicle, swiftly pulling it open. He merely glanced at the startled male before walking towards the next shower and doing the same.
The inmates were confused as they watched Jimin rip open curtain after curtain until he reached the last two. The inmates shared glances and curious grins, keeping their eyes on Jimin and waiting for something exciting to happen.
Jimin stopped in front of the pre-final cubicle and grabbed a fistful of the grey curtain. With annoyance and raw anger, Jimin pulled the curtain open harshly, startling the Male inside.
"Aww, honey," Jimin cooed, his eyes dragging up and down the petrified male's body as he tried to cover his dick. The rat that snitched on Jimin blushed in embarrassment before paling after realising why Jimin was there.
"I...I-"
"You..you... YOU WHAT!?" Jimin lost it, marching up to the naked Male, water splashing under his feet, and slamming him against the wall. The lack of sleep, nutrients and human contact, was what made a few strings of sanity, in Jimin, momentarily snap.
The voices in Jimin's head snarled and screamed at him to kill the guy, one after another giving their opinion about how to do it. The guy blinked rapidly, glancing up at the staring prisoners. After noticing the raised brows, questioning if he'd do anything, and the way they whispered among themselves, the guy's face scrunched up in anger. Before the guy could realise what he was doing, his anger and hatred bubbled up in his chest and he spat in Jimin's face.
Jimin's face jerked to the side as if he'd been slapped. His messy hair covered his eyes, the spit glistening on his cheek. The guy's eyes widened at what he'd done, while the other prisoners oohed and snickered, the remaining ones who weren't interested, finally turned their attention to the scene.
Jimin blinked rapidly, his lips parting to release a breath of shock. Everyone was silent as Jimin didn't move, his head still tilted to the side as he stared at the wall of the cubicle.
A small giggle bubbled up in Jimin's throat and his lips twitched up. Everyone was surprised as Jimin tilted his head back and burst into uncontrollable laughter. The guy's face scrunched up as Jimin wiped away the spit, while laughing, and placed his small hand on his throat.
Jimin calmed down and grinned widely, tsking and tilting his head to the side mockingly,"Next time, aim in my mouth and maybe I'll say thank you."
Before the guy could react, Jimin smashed his head against the tiles behind him two times. Jimin allowed the guy to drop to the ground, looking unfazed as the Male began to bleed, laying on the ground dazed and confused.
Jimin stretched his arms above his head, cracking his bones before addressing the onlooking inmates,"People, this is going to be really really messy. So if you're sensitive to violence and gory shit, leave!" Jimin shouted, warning the inmates.
Some inmates grabbed their stuff and walked away, while others chose to stay and leaned against the walls with no emotion. Jimin could see someone even grab a pale guy and force him to watch, telling him that that will happen to him if he ever snitches.
Jimin giggled joyously as he finally turned his attention on the guy dragging himself across to floor to try and escape Jimin's wrath.
Jimin grabbed the guy by his legs and dragged him back, making the guy curse and scream at Jimin, calling him names like 'whore', 'cumslut', 'fag', 'disgusting human being'.
The only thing that the guy achieved was make Jimin angrier and more determined to get his point across. Jimin rolled the guy into his back and plopped down on his chest, offering him an innocent head tilt and a sinister smirk. Jimin could feel his knees getting wet from the water covering the tiles.
"Get off of me, you whore! I'm not a fag!" The Guy screeched, trying to push Jimin off of him, thinking that he wanted to have sex.
Oh, how the guy would wish Jimin wanted to have sex with him.
Jimin scoffed and delivered two swift and strong punches straight to the guy's jaw and temple. The guy fell limp, blinking lazily as he tried to shake off the dizziness.
'Ḷ̴̓ớ̶̢̋͒̾o̸̢͚̫͚̅̂͜k̷̥̑ ̶̢̧̛͕̘̗ä̸̹́t̴̬͌͑͘ ̶̨͇̾̉͌ţ̸͓̻̈́̽̉h̸̥̮̆͋͒̈͊e̷̢̝̼̎͗ ̷̺͘p̵̨͛̈̿ĭ̴͓͍̦g̵̖̓̏͌ ̷͚̟͋́̂͠l̷̢̛͎̜̜͖͛̿̏a̴̠͘̚ȳ̴̻̼̘̻̮͝ǐ̶̟n̴̩͉̦͌̕g̶̗͇͝ ̵͇̼̃̇͛̓͠t̴̨̗͖͍̘͒̽͂̃͝h̴̥̻͈͇̊͝͠ͅe̵̛̹r̶̟͇̹̤̮̉̋͝e̷̠̓́̔,̷̡͑͛̐̊͠ ̸̤͓̟͇̄̋̊̑͝ͅt̷̲̀́ḥ̵̡̻͛̑̌͐i̶̢̪͘̕͠ͅn̷̛͕̱̊̋ķ̷͍͝ȋ̸͙̺̎n̷̫͋̌g̸͎͓͖̥͇̏̈́͆͘̚ ̶̳̜̽͜ť̷̢̠͉̼͇́͒͐͝h̷̛͙̩̲̏́ã̸̟̩̺̠̓͛̂̋t̷̢̰̣̬̒͌̓ͅ ̵͉̞̱̤̓w̵͓̬̾͗͠ḙ̷̅́̔͝ ̴̻̯̰̼̣̽̔̚w̷̹̱̯͙̋͑̑̌̚ẩ̴̺͆͑͆n̷̥͓̥̜̻̒̉͆̓̇t̴̡̨̗̍̈́̄͐͝ę̸̹̬̥͕͘d̶̲̭̈̾͛̏ ̸͎͍͂͠t̷͓͉͕́͂ͅo̶̡̯̻͇͂͌͛͠ ̷͓͐h̸̨̙̫̒a̴͖̟̤͐̄̂̾̀v̶̧̦͇͓͐̍̒̂̋ͅe̷̜̮͕̹̞̎͑̕͝͝ ̸̹̂̒s̸̰̳̠̩̄ͅe̵͈̔x̶̰͆̓̄̚ ̶̨̛̛̰̻̘̙̒̔̀w̸̦̪̖͝͝í̶̥̙̞̦̯̃̔ț̵̟͝ḧ̸̗̬̲́̌ ̵̧͕̑̎͗̏̒h̴̡̝̼̘͎̒i̷̟̾̾̒m̸̡͕̪̳̉̒̈́̋́͜.̴͕̊'̸͓͙̰͌͑̔̀͘
̸̹͒̅ͅ
̴̛̜̉̕'̶͖̪̱̳̃̔̎́͘L̷͇̜̞̱̻̉͂͒̚e̶̼̣̥̙͒́̅͝t̸̪̗̮̊͐͊̓͠s̵̬̺̯̓͘͜͝ ̸̢͕͉̫̂͛͝m̴̡̟̥̯͕͆̀̿̀͠a̵̙̼̥̦̎̐̈́̎̕͜k̶̮͚̈̀̇̓̈e̵̛̮̝̱̗̓͜ ̸̟̖̍̍͝͝ḥ̴̡̣̩̃ḯ̸̱̋̿͜m̴̲͎̟͌̋ ̶̰̬̱͔̠̔͛̐̌͘ȕ̴̗͖̭n̷̯̯̺͝r̵͖̫̜̜̣͗̍̀̇e̸̹͌͗̈͜͝͝c̴̺͍̍̊͜o̶̦̲̎͊͒g̸̥̦̤͛̈́̒ṉ̸̭̠̹͓̏́͠ȉ̵̱̈́̈́̓͝ͅͅś̵̢̩͖̣̟͌͝a̴̧̖͙͆͑̀̊͠b̶̝̗̯̆̿͘͜͠͝l̵̺̣̂̉́͊͝e̸̬̤̞̻̾͊͆̍̀ͅ,̸̭͍̐ ̸͙͚̣̻̯̑l̷̬̙̀e̸̪̒͌͊̂͠t̴̞̰̿̆͝s̸̢̧͉̠͎̍ ̵̯̩̜̀̊ṱ̴̟͆̏̉e̵͍͈͉̩̓͝ḁ̵̡̞͑͌̈́c̴̨̼̲̿̈́h̸̪̰̞͈̒͆̌ ̷̨̢͎̫͐̈́͗e̷͉͙̖̩͗̂v̶͇̻̏̓͗͝ē̵̝̮̳͑͜͜r̸̛̤̞̫̠̰̆̃̓̚y̵̘̓͒͆́̓ò̶͙̘n̷̢̗͎̠̅͑́e̸̤͍̤̤̭͂̈́͘ ̵̘̉͗͘w̴̹̜͒̑̓͌h̵̖̫̱͋̋̒́̐a̶̢̡̦͈͈̔̊͠t̸̰̣͔͌ͅ ̷͍̃͗͗͐ḩ̵̪̖͓̀́͝ḁ̸̘͚̪͔̉͛͑͑͊p̸̗̪͌̈̃̌p̷͕̞̦͘ę̷̺̗̙̩́̆͑n̵̦̳̓s̶͕̍͐̾̊ ̸̳̤͙̒͒̈́ï̸̢͔͔͉̂̑̿͜f̷̫̮̖̑̆͠ͅ ̴̩͚̒̋͠͠ť̸̬̆̓h̷͍̊̂̓̕͠ĕ̵̼̞͓̻͐̄̔̕y̸̨͖̤̮͍͛̐ ̸̟̖̌͝ĝ̸͉͍͌͋͒͝o̸͎̻͐͑ ̵̹̙͖̼́͜â̶̤̹̻̝͐͐̈́g̸̱̭̣͚͚̊a̷͚͓̱̩͙̾̎̽̄͠i̴͈̺͍͓̥̇̔̉͒n̴̠̫̲̪͌̀̾̍͋s̶̤͙̣̕͜t̵͓̦̃̎ ̵̣̺̻̣͆̈́ͅȕ̴̟͉̗̽s̸̞̘͔̝̪̃͆̎̈́.̶̨̩͋'̶͔͎̝̔̿͂͝
̴̢͖͛̓̃̄͘
̶͔͕̆ͅ'̴̰̺̦̙̗̀E̴̛̻̯̟̤͒̂̽̒v̴̻̮͓͓͉͛̎́͝e̶̤̒r̷̨̫͠y̸̯̖̭͚̔͒̏̆o̶̡̥͋̎́ͅǹ̷̦̼̺̦̺͠ȩ̶̨͓͎̯̂̍ ̴̢́̅͗͌̀w̶͖̬͎̑͜i̶̧̔̋̔ľ̸̤͐͐l̶̨̹̘̦̩̑̑ ̷̛̛̯̭̠͔̝͒̇̆f̴̜̙̊e̸̪̣͖̖͌̓͘ą̶̡̦̗̈́̂͜r̵̛̳̔̉̈́̈ ̸̨̧͉̥͇́̆̾u̶̖͙͕̒͗ş̶̛͕̱́͗̊͜͝ ̸̡̺̭̈̑̃ḿ̸̝͚̜͖̈́̄o̶̡͖̒͝͠ŗ̵̜̜͔͔͋̾͒͂ȩ̸̙̦͍̦̐̀̚ ̸̮̂͌̎͋ṫ̵͖͚͌͒̊̾ḣ̶̻̬̂̕a̶̯̺̅̉̍͝͠n̷̛̯̖͚͇͍͊̕ ̶̡͓̹̯̀̌͊̓̄S̴͙̟͓̦̦̾͘u̶̢̼̩͎̤̚g̶̥͚̰̝͝ͅa̶̖̜̾̈̔̄̅.̵̰̘̙͙̬̎̑̚'̴͎́̈́͋͆
Jimin giggled, nodding eagerly,"Yes, yes, they will." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the needle and the thread. Jimin hummed a gentle tune as he squinted his eyes, carefully pushing the thread into the needle's hole.
Jimin sighed happily, twirling the needle around before leaning down and getting in the barely conscious guy's face,"Are ya' ready, champ?"
The guy hazily blinked up at Jimin, drool dripping out of the corner of his open mouth and his head lolling to the side. Jimin rolled his eyes and pursued his lips before pushing the guy's mouth shut.
Everyone held their breaths, watching in anticipation to see if Jimin would really do what he was insinuating. Jimin leaned forward and pressed the needle to the corner of the guy's mouth before pushing it through his skin.
The guy screamed and jerked up, gagging as blood dripped down his mouth. Jimin snickered cruelly, his eyes burning from the lack of sleep and his mind pounding as the voices didn't stop screaming. He watched as the needle was halfway through the guy's lip, the thread slowly turning red with blood.
Jimin pushed the guy back down, patting his hair and looking up at the onlookers. Most of them had turned away, cringing and wincing as they continued with their tasks before hurrying out of the bathroom. Jimin's eyes zeroed in on 4 guys, who looked like they had seen worse.
'Ǔ̷̢̡̩̺͍͑̇̓͌̓̈́͋͠s̵̡̛̛̻̤̭̮͔̰̎̄͋̂̊͒̓̀́͛͋̅̆̿̔̈́̈́̄̈́̓̿̇̂̅͠͝é̷̢͇͉̻̏̂̎̃̉͂̀̓͘͝͝ ̴̢̛̞̦̗̝͇̠̪̝͍̙̞̹̩̯̻̟̮̘̳̟̻̇̀̇̽̆́̃͊̊̊͘̚ͅẗ̷͍̠́̉̉̾̊̈̓̓h̶̜͙͇̤͙̘͍̥̜̰͕̺͍̮̼̭͊̇̏̃̽e̵̡͈͎̺̙̮̭̰̣̞̦͇͚̝̬͓̮͌̽͊̊̒̂͆m̸̧̢͍̬̥̜͇͉̰̼̰͖͖̺̩͇̘̯͍̦͎̲̥̟̲̠̽͗͘ͅͅ'
"You four!" Jimin yelled, pointing at all four guys, making them raise their brows,"Come here and help me hold him down or I'll stitch your hands to your asses!"
One of the buff, tattooed males smirked in amusement and raised his arms up in surrender. The rest of the males followed after him, approaching the crying Male and Jimin.
Each guy grabbed a limb and held the rat down before Jimin bent forward and grabbed the needle, pushing it through the bottom lip. The guy cried out, shaking his head and twisting around to get away from Jimin. But Jimin merely growled and pressed his small hand against the male's forehead to keep his head still.
"I warned you, you know. I though the look I sent you said enough, but no, you had to open your mouth and snitch like the little rat you are," Jimin exclaimed dramatically, ignoring the guy's trembling lips and the tears rolling down his cheeks. He turned the needle to the left and pierced it through the top lip.
"This actually makes me wonder how many times you've snitched. Probably kept your mouth shut in front of everyone, but then snuck around and told the guards everything." A crazed giggle bubbled up in Jimin's throat as he pulled at the string, forcing the guy to press his bleeding lips together. The guy squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head,"Yes, yes, I've met guys like you." Jimin giggled again and corrected his 'no' to 'yes'
The men holding the guy's limbs shared looks before looking back at the scene. Fear was evident on their faces as they avoided looking at Jimin too much, hoping that he would finish the job and they could go. Yet one of the guy's was looking at Jimin with admiration and amazement like Jimin was exactly what he had been waiting for.
The bleeding guy kept trying to struggle, while Jimin cooed and twirled the needle around, pushing it through the bottom lip. The guy went limp and just sobbed with his lips shut. Jimin's fingers were slowly turning red with blood and the crazed look in his eyes only increased as he gazed down at his work.
"You don't have to worry too much. The pain...it's temporary, it will pass and, well, the stitches will be removed." Jimin babbled happily, his pink tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on stitching the guy's mouth shut. Yet Jimin's 'comforting' words didn't lessen the guy's tears and pain. Jimin scoffed and leaned down to snarl in the guy's ear,"But the scars, the scars will stay for life and you won't even think about snitching again."
Jimin grinned widely and straightened out before looking over his shoulder at the men holding the guy down,"Am I right?" They all nodded, 3 of them not looking into his eyes, while the third one was staring at him with no emotion.
Jimin sent the guy a wink and turned to face the rat,"Oh, baby, you're crying. Don't cry." Jimin pouted, wiping away the tears on his cheeks.
The guy sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to breathe through his nose. Jimin giggled to himself, patting the guy's head before snapping the thread and tying it at the end.
"You can go, little doves." Jimin sang, adressing the inmates and making them stand up and scramble away. Only one of the guys calmly stood up, glancing at Jimin before reluctantly moving away.
Jimin sat up and giggled again, his face scrunching up into a crescent moon shaped smile. Jimin puffed his chubby cheeks out and looked down at the crying Male, admiring his artwork. The guy's lips were bloody and sealed shut, the blood dripped down his chin. His cheeks were covered with tears and snot came out of his nose as he continued to cry. The stitches were messy and uneven, yet they still did their job and sealed the guy's mouth shut.
Jimin leaned down and brushed his lips against the guy's ears, making him jerk away in fear,"When they remove the stitches, come to me and tell me thank you for not biting off your tongue and forcing you to eat it."
Jimin stood up, fixing his jumpsuit and scratching his cheek, causing blood to smear across his pale face. Jimin smiled and looked up, ready to leave the cubicle to clean up. But his way was blocked by Suga and his group, who were standing in front of the cubicle, frozen as they stared at the scene in front of them.
Suga's face was blank as he tilted his head to the side, looking down at the crying Male before his sharp gaze looked up at Jimin. Jimin grinned innocently, raising his bloody hand and waving eagerly,"Hello!"
The men behind Suga were pale as they stared down at Jimin in horror. One of them turned around and dashed towards a toilet, vomiting his guts out after seeing the sight. The rest scrunched up their noses and shifted on their feet as they watched Jimin smile and giggle to himself, while the guy on the ground curled into himself and continued crying.
Suga released a deep sight, sparing another glance at the guy and Jimin before turning around and walking away. Jimin pouted and huffed, shuffling out of the cubicle and into another one to shower,"Asshole." He grumbled under his breath, pouting at not getting any attention from Suga.