seungmin wasn’t a usual teenager, he was kind of psychotic, murdering 3 of his classmates and also his parents.

he was sitting in his cell at the juvenile detention facility while he used some nearby chalk to draw on the walls while counting the number of days he was there, until he saw the cell door open and he saw you, being pushed inside by a guard and he threw his chalk down, looking at you.

”what are you in for?”

he asked in his usual bland and monotone voice, glaring at you.