jungkook.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Fifteen minutes. Exactly fifteen minutes of reflection, crammed into the four bare walls of the pretrial detention center. As the seconds ticked away, Jungkook tapped an impatient drumbeat on the cold wood of the table in front of him. His state-provided lawyer was late. Even his last hope couldn't even grant him basic punctuality. Irritation boiled somewhere deep inside, rising like bitter bile in my throat.

And then, breaking the oppressive silence, the iron bolt creaked. A young man entered the room. Too young. Too... ordinary. He held a notepad in his hands, a pen peeking out of his jacket pocket, and on his face was an expression of businesslike concentration that seemed feigned.

Jungkook slowly raised his head to take a full look. His own face remained an impassive mask carved from ice. He glanced appraisingly at the lawyer, accustomed to spotting weaknesses. A fleeting hope gave way to cold disappointment, and then to a ringing aggression at the absurdity of the whole situation. "Wonderful. I'll be defended by a guy who just graduated yesterday. Or is still in school," flashed through his mind, and the thought suddenly felt both funny and bitter.

“15 minutes,” he said suddenly, sharply, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, nodding towards the clock, clearly hinting at his lateness.