Yoongi woke up to the sound of a clock ticking. It wasn't as loud but that was the very first thing he heard. He opened his eyes slowly realizing what has happened earlier.
He was taken aback about the fact that he was indeed in a cell.
The cell was small, dull and very enclosed. His bed was in a corner and looking at his left there was a metal door with a small slot. He didn't question why that was there but that wasn't important to him.
He looked for whatever was ticking and saw a clock. At least he could know what time it was..?
Yoongi wanted to scream or curse so loud from his frustration, but he couldn't. His mouth opened but there was no sound coming out, as if It felt like someone took his voice?
He walked over kicking the metal door and banging it with his hands to call someone. he demands to know why he can't even speak, or why is he in this cell in the first place. But no one came in to answer him. He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.
'What the fuck is going on..'
Before Yoongi could have a panic attack or something, he looks down hearing a letter slide inside the small slot.
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Presentable Liberty ||M.Y.G, HIATUS||
FanfictionThe world has become such a quiet place.. I hope you are getting these letters. I'm guessing you can't respond.. Do letters still get sent in times like these? I hope so.. ...Are you even still alive? - Love, Jimin Inspir...
