Namjoon woke up with a start, breathing heavily in the dark as his knees bend over. He ran out of his bunk bed and held onto the cold, thick metal prison bars.

"SEOKJIN!"

"Hey, what the fuck man?" His shouting was alarming the rest of the prisoners, but the wolf was sure that he heard Jin's voice. He knew he was somewhere around.

"I'M HERE!! JIN!!"

"Shut up!"

"Shhh!!"

"What's his problem?"

"Shut up, pussy!" The rude, fowl words of the intimidating prisoners didn't stop Namjoon from screaming.

"Namjoon, what's with all of the yelling?" Chulmoon, his jail inmate asked.

"Jin! Chulmoon, Jin is here. I know he is! I heard him, Chulmoon! I HEARD HIS VOICE!" Namjoon curled his knuckles around Chulmoon's shirt, shaking him back and forth, violently.

He let go of the man, apologizing.

"You should use that as a self-defense mechanism, because you nearly choked me to death."

Namjoon's violent actions were brought to the police's attention. A cop ran down the hallway and found him clinging onto the metal bars.

"Hey, get down from there! What's the problem, here? Huh!" The policeman shouted, banging his bat against the cell.

Namjoon retreated his hands away from the bars, but stayed close to the jail cell to explain everything to the cop.

"I heard his voice! I know I did. I swear it wasn't a dream, it was real." He insisted. While the man waited for a response like "You're crazy," from the policeman, he was surprised when the cop actually replied with "Well, you weren't dreaming," leaving Namjoon in shock.

"Two boys came here about five minutes ago. They were definitely your acquaintances, both of them had furry ears and a weird looking tail. One of the two went insane and started to scream. Afterwards, they just left-"

The cop was interrupted by a loud noise, coming out of Namjoon's mouth.

"What did that boy say? Please, tell me!" The man looked rather pissed off at Namjoon, but he still answered his question.

"He said "Namjoon, I love you.", now go back to your bed and sleep, kid. You have one hell of a day waiting for you in the morning." Namjoon partly thanked the cop while bowing his head down, then returned back to his stale bed.

Chulmoon was listening to the entire thing, but he didn't ask a single thing about it.

"Don't tell anyone..." Namjoon startled the prisoner when he spoke out of nowhere.

"Your secret won't be kept if your lover does this again. If someone finds out... Worse things might happen to you. It's better being a straight prisoner than a... Gay one." He whispered.

Namjoon knew the consequences of being gay in such a homophobic prison, therefore he kept his mouth shut, hoping no one ever finds out.

He tossed and turned in the bed all night, shivering from the coldness.

By the time he fell asleep, "RISE AND SHINE, MOTHERFUCKERS, It's a brand new day." The sound of an air horn and an annoying voice startled him awake after he barely got two minutes of sleep.

The prisoners all stood up. Namjoon was about to head out when he felt someone tap his shoulder.

"Don't look at anyone, don't touch anyone, and take this." Chulmoon handed the boy a cigarette.

"Even if it's not on, just hold it in between your teeth or something. And Namjoon," Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows.

"Be safe." He gulped as they headed out to an unknown place. Namjoon's legs were slowly giving out underneath him from how powerless he felt.

With no energy, no sleep, and no idea of where he was going or what was going to happen to him, Namjoon walked forward with his hands and feet cuffed.

The hallways smelled like nicotine and dirty clothes. Everywhere Namjoon would turn to, there were strange looking drawings on the walls and floor.

When the police lead them to a cafeteria that looked nothing like the ones Namjoon has seen in school, he noticed the food trays they were giving out.

The food looked anything but appetizing, but Namjoon's hunger was so strong, he took at least four bites of the meal.

"How can you be eating so fast? You're like a vacuum cleaner, Joon." Hearing the new nickname made Namjoon give one to his cellmate as well.

"Hunger, Moon." From there on, they became Joon and Moon to each other. They didn't speak to each other much during breakfast time, but something happened to Chulmoon that forced Namjoon to speak.

A lowlife, tattooed prisoner grabbed Chulmoon's food tray and slammed it on the floor.

"That's how animals should eat food." Chulmoon got up to pick the tray of food off of the ground when a head suddenly collided against it.

"You said it yourself, so bon appétit, bitch." Namjoon was holding the prisoner's neck, forcing him to lick the food that had fallen onto the dirty floor.

A cop came and immediately separated them. Chulmoon explained everything to the cop
and Namjoon was let off of the hook thanks to him.

"You know, you didn't have to do that. I'm used to being treated this way, kid." The man said.

"I won't let that scumbag treat my only friend that way. What a piece of shit." His anger made Chulmoon chuckle, slightly.

"You get treated like shit everyday in jail, that's just the way this works. Hey, and who says I'm your friend, huh?"

~silence~

"I'm just screwing with you." Namjoon punched Chulmoon in the ribcage as the prisoner laughed harder.

Namjoon sighed in relief, then began to laugh. However, his laughter lasted shortly.

He didn't have the strength or enough motivation to laugh, not when his parents and Jin must be worried sick about him. He can't imagine what they're going through.

Especially Jin...

~~~

Jin woke up, gasping for air. He sometimes forgets to breathe at night and wakes up breathless in the morning, it's something he's been suffering from ever since he was five
years old.

When he realized he wasn't in his own room, he was frightened and confused for a while until his memory came back and he remembered everything that he had been through yesterday.

The boy got up from the bed with an emptiness in both his stomach and his heart.

He hadn't eaten anything since yesterday in the morning, and he was running very low on energy, but even the thought of eating seemed like a task for him.

"Good morning, Jinnie. I made these for you." Chanyeol placed a plate down on the table as Jin let out a groan while sitting down. His bottom still bothered him, and he felt very sore, yet he sat down one way or another and just stared at the food in the square shaped plate.

"I'm really not hungry, Channie." He apologized to his friend for rejecting his food, but Jin really didn't feel hunger at all. The only emotion he physically felt was pain.

A lot of pain in his heart. He wondered how Namjoon spent the night in that cold and cruel looking jail. All that he could think of was Namjoon.

His friend attempted to feed the food to him, yet the fox still refused taking a single bite.

"Jin, at least drink your milk. I don't want you to get sick or starve." Jin drank the milk and ate a few pieces of toast, but that was about it. He couldn't eat anymore.

His mind was filled to the brim with bad thoughts of Namjoon.

He imagined his first night there, how cold he must feel, the poor conditions he was forced to sleep in.

If he was hurt. If he ate.

So many thoughts, and not one lead to helping Namjoon. Jin felt completely useless.

He hated to feel that way. If he feels like he can't be of some use, if he can't help Namjoon or even get near him, it was enough to break his mind.

"Jin, you must want something. You can't go about your day with 'this' amount of food in your stomach." Chanyeol closed his index finger with his thumb, describing the small portion of food that the boy had just consumed.

"There is one thing I want, Chanyeol... Just one." Jin said with a soft and low voice.

"What? Tell me what it is and I'll get it for you right now." Chanyeol stood up from his chair.

"Namjoon. I want Namjoon."

~~~