Jihoon’s pen hovered over the note pad in his lap as he sat in the yard. Where was he supposed to start from? Two years in juvy and he’d never felt this pressured to do anything his stupid anger management therapists had always asked.

Yet, here he was. Because of a kiss…

He slammed the pen on the notepad and pulled at the grass in anger.

Was he such a bad person that he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong? He was in prison. He was already paying for the crime. What more did they want from him?

“Need any help?” Seungcheol asked, taking the space beside him as Jihoon shifted away more out of habit than any need to not be near his roommate.

“I’m fine.” He said, trying to move the notepad away even though he was sure Seungcheol had already seen it.

“I cut my dad’s dkkk off.” Seungcheol said.

“What?” Jihoon said, perplexed.

“Yeah. That’s why I’m here.” He said, sitting and looking back at Jihoon with round, open eye