It was loud and the air was dry and gross. It smelled like shit and sweat. There were two men covered in tattoos in front of me. I stood up and they stared at me.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked annoyed.
The one on the right grabbed me roughly by my arm and took me to who I was assuming was there leader.
"I hear that you had quite a reputation before you came here," he said.
"Oh yeah? And what was that?" I asked in a snarky tone.
He didn't like that so one of the big guys punched me in the gut.
"I hear your family was loaded. Until you went nuts and killed everyone," he continued.
"Oh, really is that what everyone's saying?" I replied unamused."
I laughed and walked away. I went back to my cell and silently laid on my very uncomfortable thing that was a so called "bed".
"Kook you got a visitor," said the guard.
I got up and went out to the visitor's area. I immediately recognized who it was. His messy brown hair brushed back, ripped jeans, oversized bomber, black and white limited edition Pumas, silver Chrome Hearts rings occupied his fingers.
"Hyung?" I raised my brows.
"Kookie," replied Jimin.
"Why are you here?" I asked emotionless.
"I wanted to see you. I missed you," he replied.
I sat in the chair in front of him.
"Oh, well I can't really say the same for you," I replied.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I know I've done horrible things and there's not a day that goes by that I regret it but you have to know I still care about you and love you. You're my little brother and you're in here because of all the shit I put you through and I can't help but to keep apologizing," said Jimin.
I glared at him. "I'm sorry hyung, but I gotta go." I got up and signaled for the guard to come over and I went back to my cell.
"Jungkook please, I'm here to help you. I'm going to get you out of here. No matter what I'll get you out." Jimin called out as I walked away.
I laid on my cot and closed my eyes. I ended up falling into a deep sleep. My life went on like this for the next 3 years. Until the day when a guard came to me handed me by belongings and told me that I had posted bail and I was free to go. The only place I thought about going to was home. When I got there everything looked the fact same. Flashbacks played in my head of when I was arrested and walked out of the house in cuffs. Jimin hyung was gone and everything was covered in sheets as if the house hadn't been occupied for years. He must've moved out after I got incarcerated. I went up to the second floor and everything came flooding back, so much blood and so much pain. I went into my room and everything was the way I left it. Jimin left it completely untouched. I sat on my bed and sighed. Tears piled in my eyes, my reputation was completely tarnished. I was still a convicted killer and nothing would be able to change that, no matter how many judges and juries we bribed. Well at least I didn't have to go look for work anytime soon, Jimin left me both mine and his inheritance I was still loaded. But where is he? And how is he getting along with no money? I pulled out my phone and called Jimin. The line was dead he disconnected his number and must've changed it. With all the shit I put him through I wouldn't be surprised if he hated me but to be honest I hated him too, it's his fault I was in prison in the first place. He should've been the one in that god awful place not me! Just as I was deep in thought the doorbell rang. I got up and answered it.
"Tae?"
"Hey Jungkook, it's good to see you finally home," replied Taehyung.
"Uh yeah, it's good to be home," I nodded. "But, uh odd question, where's Jimin hyung?"
"Oh, I thought you of all people would've heard, he's dead. The police think it was suicide. There was a note and everything," said Taehyung. "I'm so sorry Kookie."
My world came crashing into a million pieces, what was left of my hopeful heart suddenly broke and I was forever broken now. The only family I had left was gone.
"How? How did he do it?" I managed to say before a giant lump formed in my throat and I couldn't form anymore words.
"They found him in the upstairs bathroom, his wrists were slit," said Taehyung.
I shook my head and started to cry uncontrollably. "Tae, I think you should go, if you don't mind I'd like to be alone."
"Of course, I'll see you around Kook," he said as he left.
My brother, the man I loved so dearly for years was now gone. I would no longer hear his beautiful voice as he sang away while he did just about anything. I would no longer see that perfectly adorable and contagious eye smile of his. I would no longer hear that melodic laugh of his. I would no longer have someone who cared about me the way Jimin did.
"Hyung? Could you at least let me go see him? Just once?" Begged Jimin.
"No, you're dead remember? You can't be out in public too often someone could recognize you," replied Namjoon.
"But, Jungkook was finally released and I just up and left without a word. He should know what's going on," said Jimin.
"No." Replied Namjoon sternly. He walked out slamming the door behind him.
Jimin sat in his room in silence. "Oh Kookie, I'm so sorry for everything. You don't deserve any of this madness."