Jin saw how flushed Chanyeol's cheeks were as he tried to explain to his friends who and what Jin was to him.

"Guys, settle down, please. This is Jin, and he's my roommate." But that explanation was
not enough to stop his friends from teasing them with "Oooh's" and playful punching.

"He's JUST a friend, I swear. And... He's taken, anyways." Chanyeol's voice was filled with sadness, admitting that Jin had a lover, but the fox didn't understand why.

After all, he was just his friend.

"Aww man. I got excited thinking you two were together. You've been single for... How old are you?"

"I'm 23 years old." Chanyeol spoke. Jin was looking at Chanyeol and all of his friends, that he didn't even know who to stare at anymore. His neck was beginning to hurt, so he just stared at the wall, listening to their conversation in silence.

"Twenty three years. TWENTY THREE YEARS, and he's STILL single!" Chanyeol grabbed his friends and started to whack them all on the head, making Jin laugh.

"OW! Not so hard!"

"Shut up, he's laughing. Keep complaining! Hand me the remote!" The funnier Chanyeol acted around his friends, whacking them with his TV remote, the more laughter he would cause Jin.

Hearing the boy laugh made Chanyeol feel accomplished and happy for him.

Jin realized that he hasn't laughed in days. It felt good and painful at the same time to be laughing but with someone who wasn't Namjoon.

Being with Chanyeol didn't replace Namjoon, but it made Jin feel safe to have a male figure other than himself to protect him and care for him so much.

Chanyeol had become his only hope these past few days. He was happy to be around him.

"Okay! Okay, I have a joke." Just by hearing that coming from one of Chanyeol's friends, it was already making Jin giggle.

His voice was very impulsive and aggressively loud, that Jin couldn't help but laugh at it.

"What did a gay man order at a bar?" They all shrugged.

"A PENIS colada!" Jin was drinking something.

But he wasn't anymore. Chanyeol got most of the drink splattered all over his shirt when Jin spat it all over him, laughing continuously at the joke while apologizing to his friend.

"I'm sorry! Ch- ch- haha! Hahaha!!" Even Chanyeol's friends couldn't hold their laughter back, hearing Jin. His laugh was very contagious, everybody started to laugh along with him.

"I'm having fun with them here... While Namjoon might be in that cell, battling against pain and hunger."

~meanwhile~

Namjoon stared at a blank, grey colored wall as he shared a single shower next to men he
didn't even know. Let alone, prisoners who can cause him harm.

His hands were shaking the entire time while he rubbed a white bar of soap all over his body. He might be a wolf on the inside, but he was still just a boy among the strong and scary looking men around him.

His thin frame was nothing compared to the monsters next to him who were covered in tattoos and had built bodies.

One kept staring at Namjoon since he wasn't moving, then asked him why he was taking so long.

"I can't move. My wound will reopen if I get my dressing wet." Namjoon pointed at the gauze pads on the lower side of his abdomen.

"That's nothing, kid. Look at me." The man showed him an open wound he had on his calf. It was gigantic and dangerously infected. Namjoon's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"How did that happen to you?" He asked.

"A metal crowbar slashed it open. I've been in here for sixteen days and they still haven't done shit about it." Namjoon felt terrible for the man.

He might not know what crime he committed, which might even be worse than the open
wound on his leg, but Namjoon didn't care at this point.

In the end, he was still surrounded by criminals. Some might be guilty, some might be innocent, but through crimes, they were still humans like him.

And at the moment, the prisoners were all Namjoon had. As cruel as they can be, Namjoon was grateful he had them around. Like Chulmoon.

Chulmoon and him had similarities and got along the most among the rest. Namjoon trusted him out of the rest of the guys around him.

He was the only friend he had and the only one he wanted, if he was honest.

Making friends in jail was like joining a cult, or training for the war: It would leave you with scars and regrets.

"Times up, everyone get out." The police guard spoke. Namjoon turned the shower off and headed out.

They entered a different room to dry off and change back into their suits. Namjoon had a very hard time putting his suit back on, and no one was kind enough to help him out, so he had to learn how to put it back on the hard way, even if it meant risking his stitches,

Today, since everyone left soon, Chulmoon stayed in the changing room and helped Namjoon out.

"Thanks, man. I would have been here for hours if you wouldn't have helped me." His friend nodded while they headed back down the long hallway to where their cells were.

Namjoon still has the horrible memory of when he first entered his cell. He can vividly remember his mother's petrified screams, his father repeatedly saying how sorry he was,
and his own fear.

Now, half of his fear was fading away along with his sense of compassion.

The more time he spent, influenced by men who's emotions vanished a long time ago, Namjoon learned how to repress his feelings as well. And that's not good.

By doing this, he's forcing himself to be someone he's not and forgetting his old self.

The happy, energetic and healthy wolf that Namjoon used to be, was slowly becoming an angry, motionless beast but he was ignoring all of the signs.

Namjoon chose to believe he was still the same, even though he was not.

As unfortunate as it may sound, Kim Namjoon has become someone else and it showed.

The glow he used to have in his beautiful orbs had now faded away from the amount of times he's forced himself to use his night vision late at night whenever he hears a sound or feels like there's a threat near him.

His night vision has also faded away because of the amount of cigarettes he's smoked. He
can't stop smoking now from the addiction he developed thanks to those cigarettes.

Namjoon hasn't even used his wolf form. Ever since he killed those gangsters, he could still see the blood in his paws whenever he's a wolf, even though the blood isn't really there. The guilt follows Namjoon everywhere.

During lunch time, Namjoon is usually quiet and doesn't speak to anyone that isn't Chulmoon.

This time however, he couldn't help but stare at a tall adult man who was sitting in the table in front of his, facing backwards.

Something about that man seemed oddly familiar to Namjoon, but he didn't know what.

"Joon, are you listening?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Moon. Can you say repeat what you said?" Namjoon said, looking up at his
friend who had sat down in the seat in front of him.

Just as he sat down, the tall man who Namjoon was staring at before had gotten up but the boy didn't get to see who he was because of Chulmoon, who had blocked him on accident.

"I asked you how you were doing."

"I'm... Good. I'm good, yeah. And you?" Namjoon barely paid attention to his friend, his eyes were still daggered onto the strange man who was now throwing away something in the trash cans near him and Chulmoon.

"Why do you keep staring at him?" Namjoon turned his head and faced Chulmoon.

"I don't know. Something about that man seems... Familiar to me."

The man walked behind Namjoon without showing his face. Chulmoon was the only one seeing his face, but he wasn't sure what to say or do.

Namjoon's sense of smell immediately picked up on who the person behind him was.

"You bastard..." As he turned around, he was faced with his own nightmare.

"Enjoying prison?" His uncle was standing right in front of him, exposing his psychotic grin.

"Get the FUCK out of my face right now, before I break it."

His uncle laughed.

"Instead of thinking about breaking my face, why don't you think about that sweet little fox of yours? You know... Jin?" Namjoon tightly clenched his fist. Chulmoon stood up from his seat.

A few prisoners stared at Namjoon and his uncle, wondering what they were talking about.

"Don't say another word. If you wanna talk shit, then talk about me. Don't mention Jin's name in vein. Hearing it come out of your mouth makes me want to dislocate your jaw with a single punch." The younger felt a rush of blood travel up to his head while his heartbeat accelerated from now angry he felt.

"WOO! Look at how scared I am! My feet are shivering!" His uncle continued to laugh like nothing.

Before walking away, the man grinned and whispered something into Namjoon's ear.

"He was a good fuck. I'll have him in my arms again soon."

~~~