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Twenty-Three- Strangers

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(Don't kill me)

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I was awoken by the sound of my cell being unlocked. I opened my right eye, squinting at the stranger in front of me.

I sighed, using my arms to lift me up, wincing at the discomfort in my back.

"Hello, 134340." The man had an odd tone to his voice, one that I couldn't quite identify.

"Hello, um, I don't know who you are."

The man squinted slightly before clearing his throat. "My name is Jung Doowon. Does that ring I bell?"

Jung Doowon?

Holy fuck.

"Y-Y-You're the king."

The man nodded.

"What are you doing here?"

"You show no respect, Prisoner 134340. You should really learn to respect the people that are higher above you in society."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You don't visit people normally, sir. So, to what do I owe this, um, pleasure?"

Doowon was silent for a moment before he knelt down in front of me so we were face to face. "I understand that my son has been visiting you quite often. Maybe you are the cause for his bad attitude, hmm?"

I raised my eyebrows. "You think I'm responsible for what your son says? Sir, that's not how life works. I'm stuck in here, and your guards were abusing me, so he came frequently to check on the situation."

"Who the hell cares if you're being abused? You're a prisoner! You're on Death Row! Nobody gives a damn about vermin like you."

Anger made my vision go red, and without thinking, I spit on his face.

I could see the anger overtaking the King in front of my eyes.

His hands wrapped around my throat, constricting my trachea.

I gasped, my eyes wandering around for any of the guards. Of course, none of them were in sight.

His grip tightened, making spots appear on the edge of my vision. My hands reached up to scratch at his exposed neck, only pissing the king off more.

"You think anybody would care when or how you die? You are more worthless than the piece of gum underneath my shoe."

He slammed my head against the cement wall behind me, making me blackout for a few seconds.

"What the hell is all this noise?" Namjoon's voice called, his footsteps getting nearer.

His hands gripped my throat again, squeezing even tighter. I could feel myself slipping away when Doowon was yanked off of me. A guard took the king away while Namjoon worriedly ran towards me.

My breaths were shallow, the pressure still present on my throat. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes.

Why does this always happen to me?

I reached out for Namjoon's hand, giving it a squeeze. I tried to open my mouth but he shushed me.

"Don't try to talk." He gave me a soft smile and pushed my hair off of my forehead. "And don't worry. I sent word to Hoseok that you have been hurt. He should be here soon."

I shook my head, panic flowing through my veins. "H-He doesn't need to know," I croaked, barely intelligible from my crushed vocal chords.

Namjoon chuckled. "Yoongi, Hoseok obviously cares deeply for you. The second he heard you were hurt, he dropped everything and started running over here. He needs to know that you have been hurt, even if he doesn't know the background story."

I nodded. "My baby boy is coming?" Not yet 😏😏😏😏

Namjoon nods, giving my hand a squeeze. I gave a small smile before my eyes fell closed.

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The feeling of soft fingertips on my skin made me slowly stir awake. I groaned, my head feeling heavy and my throat sore. I opened my eyes, adjusting to the light.

A small smile appeared on my lips when I noticed Hoseok lightly investigating my skin to look for injury.

I reached up and grabbed his hands, giving them a squeeze.

He gasped and looked at me. "Holy crap! Yoongi, hi."

I nodded, not wanting to speak due to the pain.

Hoseok leaned down and peppered kisses along my neck, making me quirk up an eyebrow.

When he leaned back and saw my face he turned a light shade of red. "I, uh, wanted to kiss the boo boos and make them better. There are, um... you have bruises in the shape of hands. Who the hell did this to you?"

I shook my head, turning it away so he couldn't see the expression on my face.

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Lmao whoops

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