I've been trying to convince my mom for months now to approve me getting a tattoo (even though I'm 21, she is very opinionated and I don't like to cause problems). So I bought one of those long-term temporary tattoos with a design similar to the one I want and put it on and when she looked at it she said "I hope it's fake because I don't approve of tattoos." *sigh*

Anyways, I'm upset, and people who know me know that I put my emotions into my writing, so blame my mom for making this chapter emotional (as well as the next one!).

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One week later

"Just fucking kill me already, you bastards!" I shouted as I threw my plate of mediocre food against the cement wall, watching the plate break into a few pieces.

I could feel tears stinging my eyes as I screamed, gripping my hair so tight it was threatening to come out of my scalp.

I think they're goal is to make me go insane before killing me, that way it'll seem like they did me no wrong.

"Yoongi, chill dude." Namjoon chuckled as he sucked on another lollipop.

"Chill?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "How am I supposed to chill when I'm going fucking insane in a fucking tiny ass cell with no interaction besides a guard who can't stop humming half the fucking time."

He coughed, tossing his lollipop in the trash. He faced me with softened eyes. "Yoongi, please. I'm begging you here. The person I've been on a few dates with is coming to see where I work and I've really hyped you up as a good prisoner. I really like this guy and I don't want to scare him off. Please."

He was practically begging.

"We don't always get what we want, Joon." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I watched as he quirked up an eyebrow, a slight tilt of the head.

"What do you really want, Yoongi?"

I can't think about him, not now.

"God, I just want out of here, duh." I cleared my throat to try to remove some of the tension.

"Uh huh. We'll go with that." He smirked. "Anyway, please just be nice for a bit. I will even let you spend more time with Hoseok as a reward."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "No need for a reward. Just don't let him inconvenience me and it'll be fine. I'll behave."

He smiled. "Thank you!"

Right as he spoke, footsteps echoed from down the long corridor.

After a moment, a tall, broad-shouldered man walked around the corner, instantly lighting up before running and engulfing Namjoon in a hug.

"Namjoonie! I've missed you! Wow, this place is quite... dull."

I forced the bile in my throat down and cleared my throat, standing up from my cot and walking towards the bars of my cell.

"Damn, who knew Namjoon could get someone so handsome to be interested in him."

We all chuckled as the "couple" walked over closer.

"You must be the prisoner that sucks up all of Namjoon's time! Since he got this job, it's been very difficult to find time to go on dates."

I shrugged. "Sorry about that. You can call me Suga." I extended a hand out for him to shake, which he did with a smile.

"Kim Seokjin, but you can call me Jin." He eyed me curiously. "So, obviously your real name isn't Suga. Why do you go by a nickname?"

I thought hard about my answer before I shrugged again. "Sometimes it's just easier to hide behind the mask of a caricature than to embrace who I really am."

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