Jungkook Prison

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook sits behind the glass, his fingers digging into the cold metal of the table. The judge's voice is a monotonous, booming sound, the word "guilty" weaving through the ringing in his ears like a death sentence. He didn't do it. But the evidence, the witnesses, the clock—everything is against him.

He hears the door of his life slamming shut.

And then he looks at the jury box. Third row, third seat. A boy with warm brown eyes, too young for this cold room, interlaces his fingers as if in prayer. Their gazes meet for a second, two. Jungkook sees in those eyes not condemnation, but something fragile, trusting.

As the guards lead him out, the chain rings like a funeral bell, and he hears a voice that cuts through the noise:

• I'll be waiting for you.

Jungkook freezes. He can't turn around, but he feels this guy—Taehyung, as he later learns—watching his back. He looks as if he sees not a criminal, but a person. There's no doubt in his voice.

Somewhere in Jungkook's chest, beneath the layers of despair, a strange sapling of hope sprouts. He doesn't know how long this wait will last, how many days, months, or years, but now, when everything is against him, when the world has collapsed, someone has said they will wait. He turns around, unnoticed, to meet that gaze and reassure himself that they will visit him.