Little Saint

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A/N

After 84 years, the bitch is back lol.

@martins_words here's your bday present, a whole ass month and almost a half late hahaha. Forgive me, our girls short circuited my brain after the concert. Better late than never?

Everyone that's been begging me to update this can thank @jennieahy for winning our bet and making me update sooner than I had been able to.

Carry on blinks.

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Yang Hyun-suk walked the long corridor to the cell pod he had been assigned to. He stuck close to the guard. Ever since he had come here he felt like all eyes were on him. He had only been here a little over a week but so far he had managed to find out the inner workings of the prison.

Most importantly, he had found out the leader of the notorious ruling prison gang's name was Yoongi. He had been a member of the Chilsung-pa, one of Korea's biggest crime syndicates on the outside, and the Chilsung-pa now had control of the prison, having the most influence on prison life as they had the most members in this particular facility.

He was supposedly the gang's highest ranking member in the prison, so Yoongi, who also went by Suga, though only his members were allowed to call him that, was pretty much king. If anybody who wasn't part of the Chilsung-pa, or hadn't earned his respect, called him by that name—it would earn that man a beating if they were lucky, a shanking if they weren't.

Unfortunately for him, this man, Yoongi—though Hyun-Suk would hardly call him a man because he was probably in his twenties at most, also just so happened to be housed in the same pod as him.

Hyun-Suk had to be extra careful not to piss him off because from what the other prisoners would often whisper, Yoongi, despite looking bored and sleepy most of the time was not someone you wanted to cross.

Hyun-suk kept his head down, and for the most part the other prisoners left him alone. There had been the usual questions initially, at least he assumed they were the usual questions, he had never been to prison before to know for sure.

He was addressed by his bunk mate on the very first day, asking what he did to land himself in here within seconds of the guard closing the door to their cell. Hyun-suk answered as vaguely as he could and had let him assume he had solely committed fraud and other kinds of white collar crime. The next time someone asked him, they more insinuated than asked and he let them run with it. If anybody knew why else he was in here, the true reason, he knew he was sure he'd be in trouble.

Sunday came around again and while he hated it in here, he was confident he could find a way to get his charges reversed. He still had a lot of money, he'd already put another two of the best criminal lawyers in the country on the case.

They were men who he knew had even gotten guilty people out of murder before on a technicality. They were sharks and Hyun-Suk refused to rot in jail, a man like him did not deserve to be caged in like an animal. Both men had already promised to get the tapes thrown out on appeal upon their first meeting. Hyun-suk agreed with them, he was sure if those tapes hadn't surfaced he would have walked a free man.

He knew those girls had broken in, Jennie's friends. He had heard one of them call Lisa's name. The disgusting girl he had tried to painstakingly wash out of Jennie's mind with his therapy. They had broken in and beaten him up and he was livid because if they hadn't done so they would have never found his sacred tapes. Besides, how dare they touch him, women were weak and they humiliated him. They emasculated him.

He hated that they made him part from the tapes. He'd been collecting and recording those memories for years, even before he became the director of the camp. No one understood. No one could see that all he had been doing was the right thing.