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The handcuffs felt unfamiliar and harsh on Taehyung's wrists. They clunk together alarmingly loud, the cold metal sending a shiver down his spine as the van abruptly came to a stop and the blonde lost his footing slightly, tipping forward.

He's ushered out quickly by the officers in charge.

Click!

Taehyung's eyes clenched shut as if somebody had squeezed a lemon into his eyes just as a bright flash went off in the distance. He looked behind himself, his first mistake, and was met with hundreds of cameras wildly snapping away at his hunched back and scruffy face.

He sighed as he remembered how he had made the headlines merely three hours ago. ‘Politician or Dealer? Kim Jaehyun’s son arrested for possession of narcotics’.

What a load of bullshit!

Taehyung and drugs? Well, yes… but he would never get caught!

He was methodical and secretive from a young age; you had to be if you were the son of a famous politician who was always in the spotlight. There was no way Taehyung would slip up and get arrested for a drug scandal, yet here he was.

Frankly, he figured it all to be a ruse against his father as the elections were drawing near. If he counted right, there were exactly three weeks left. It made perfect sense to frame Kim's son in order to break their public image– and Taehyung explained so to his father.

He ended up on the floor with a red mark adorning the side of his face. The cops in the room turned away as soon as Taehyung's father raised his hand.

“This isn't how I raised you, Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung wanted to argue that he didn't raise him at all, the deadbeat son of a bitch, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I can't believe you would be stupid enough to get caught up in something like this, whether you are framed or not,” his father looked down at him, condescending, “even if you are framed, that means you let somebody get close enough to plant those drugs in your apartment. The apartment Ibought for you, Kim Taehyung. Do you even respect me?”
He sighed and looked wearier than ever, as if he had aged 50 years in two minutes.

“You will let these nice policemen,” he pointed at the crowd around as Taehyung stood up, his eyes still on the floor, “put handcuffs on you, just until you get to the facility. You are still my son, still a Kim, so I will make sure you are well attended to at the prison,” his father turned away, “and, son, for your sake, let's hope your so-called ‘framed’ story checks out. Now go. I need to contact my agent.”

Taehyung stood still, tears threatening to well in his eyes that he forcefully blinked away as one of the cops edged closer, wrapping the handcuffs around Taehyung's wrists with a gentle, apologetic look, “Only in front of the media, sir, I promise.”

Taehyung wanted to rip his hair out as he walked to the prison. His cheek was still warm and he could almost taste the way his father's ring dug into his skin. He sighed, trying to shrug off all the horrible thoughts crowding his head such as ‘what if I die in here?’ and entered the gates.

“Mr. Kim, this is just a formality, we don't have to check you or anything!” The guard at the first station laughed nervously while taking Taehyung's handcuffs off.

“So you aren't too eager to do your job correctly, I see, Mr…” he leaned closer and cringed inwardly at the distinct rancid smell of sweat emanating from the man, “Lee. I'm still a prisoner until I get out and you will treat me as one.”

“Actually, sir,” a more slender man spoke up who had a sort of breathy, squeaky voice, “we have special orders from your father– says he will monitor everything.”

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was he even surprised? Of course his father would still control his life.

“Fine. Fucking fine. Do whatever it is then.”

Taehyung tapped his foot while leaning against a wall as the guards finished up with some of the paperwork. He was then given a freshly pressed starch white shirt and a pair of trousers. He gasped at the clothes.

“You can't possibly expect me to wear these? Do you want everyone else to gang up against me out there? There will be blood all over this in minutes, I've read about this!”

Standing out was the worst thing you could do in prison, Taehyung's old drug dealer had told him, after he was freshly released and had met up with the blonde a month ago. All eyes are already on you as you're new and add this to the mix? Taehyung was not trying to get popular.

“Sorry, sir, Mr. Kim’s orders–”

“Well, he isn't here, is he?” Taehyung roared, moving closer to the guard who had replied to him, “I'm the one who got framed, I'm the one who has to spend days, weeks, maybe months here, and I'm the one who has to wear these stupid, blinding fucking clothes and be singled out, not Mr. Kim,” he punctuated each word with a short breath.

“Are you gonna take responsibility when I'm lying there slashed up in the middle of the yard, Lee, cause some gang got their hands on me?” he breathed out menacingly to the guard.

“I-I’m terribly sorry, sir, but I've got direct orders from him, I have no control over this, I can't give you anything else i-if I wanted to…”

Taehyung banged his first against the table by his side and turned away. He could tell the officers here obviously feared his father more than him, so he had no choice but to comply, albeit reluctantly, “If I die out there, just know your head will be the one my father will go after first. Trust me on that shit.”

With a ragged exhale, Taehyung changed his clothes quickly. His mind was going haywire now. He had read, and heard, about all the heartless fights that have occurred in this jail. He was sure he would end up on the headlines again, but for a very different reason now. All thanks to his dear father.

The guards walked his further, “Right now, yard time is going on and–”

“Take me to my fucking cell. Don't argue with me on this.” Taehyung added the second sentence as a threatening afterthought and the guards agreed with hesitation.

Taehyung stayed in his cell the whole day, deciding to skip dinner. He didn't have much of an appetite anyway. His brain wouldn't stop messing with him, providing him with visuals of all the worst scenarios that could occur throughout the night, and when Taehyung sat back up at 7am the next day, he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.

Breakfast rolled around by eight and as much as Taehyung wanted to simply mope around in his cell, his stomach was growling now. So he, begrudgingly, made his way towards the hall. He made an effort to arrive a little early just so he would be able to avoid stares in the corridors.

He sat down and gulped involuntarily, staring at the food. Could it even be called food? He reluctantly stirred the porridge slightly as people started filing in. Taehyung could almost feel the eyes on him but he stubbornly kept his own gaze fixed on the plate in front of him.

“So, how rich are you?” A voice rang out from beside him, startling the blonde slightly.

“Excuse me?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, clutching his chest, almost dramatically. The inmate, who was sitting beside him, followed the action with his eyes and snorted a short laugh.

The man was tall and had a good build with a well-defined jaw and a permanent heart-shaped smile enlightening his face. It actually unsettled Taehyung slightly but he didn't mention it. The male ran a hand through his hair before leaning back and allowing Taehyung to breathe.

“Well, first of all, you're wearing different clothes so clearly you have connections here. Connections here only come from either being rich or being feared. I think you have a bit of both, but the way you look right now makes me certain you're not some underground boss. Plus, you have this little morose look on your face about being here that only the uber-wealthy do when they're caught untimely. Makes me kinda sick but… the rest of you looks good so it makes up for that, I guess.” the man stopped rambling, his lips etching themselves into that signature smile again.

“Oh, by the way, Jung Hoseok!” The guy said, sticking his right hand out for a handshake. Taehyung eyed it warily but, truth be told, he really was afraid and thought he could use as many allies here as possible. So he enveloped Hoseok’s palm with his own and shook it.

“Kim Taehyung.”

“Fuck off…”

“Sorry?” Taehyung again looked distrustful as he wrenched his hand away.

“You're so fucking famous, dude! You're the politician’s kid, right? With the drug trafficking–”

“I didn't traffick anything!”

“–yeah right! I always thought the rich were good at covering up their footsteps.”

“I am. I was framed. I've been clean for over a month now, with father's elections around the corner. I know how to keep myself in check and I'd never be sloppy enough to get caught,” Taehyung admitted, haughtily, “I'm sure they'll find the bastard who did this to me soon enough.”

“Until then, you're stuck here, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

Jung Hoseok scooted closer again and Taehyung almost considered moving back but thought it would come off as rude so he stayed put, “Well, then, poor tortured rich man, you need to understand the ways of prison. You know what's the most important thing here?”

Despite how insane Taehyung thought Hoseok looked currently, he couldn't help but pry, “What?”

“Information. You need to know the ins and outs, the ways to smuggle shit in and most of all– the important people. Want a tour, kid?”

Taehyung scoffed, “Kid? I could be older, you know.”

Hoseok reached a hand out to grab his cheek, “With that face? Not a chance.”

The blonde quickly swatted his hand away and Hoseok obliged with a small laugh. Taehyung hoped he wasn't this guy's new plaything.

“Well?” Hoseok urged, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Taehyung cleared his throat and looked down at his dish once. Almost everything was untouched by him but he needed to eat. His eyes darted up to the large wall clock displaying the time in shiny, red letters. They had more than half an hour left until the buzzer sounded. He might as well.

“Okay, tell me.”

Hoseok giggled and thrust a spoonful into his mouth; how he didn't flinch after swallowing is a mystery to Taehyung.

“So!” Hoseok used his finger to point, “there's just five people that you really have to know here. They're the big guys, the main show, if you will–”

He pointed first to a short male with feline eyes and platinum blonde dyed hair. He looked perpetually angry, if you asked Taehyung.

“That's Min Yoongi. He's one of you guys, super rich– well he was. He got kicked out when he was like 16 because he lost his virginity and his parents are bigshots in the religious world, I guess, and freaks about that abstinence or something, I dunno.”

Hoseok clearly didn't know about the reason all too well, since he was basically describing Yoongi's parents to be some sort of cult leaders, but he continued in a hushed whisper, “Since then he's been doing odd jobs. He's in for assault and battery. It wasn't too bad, whatever he did, but his parents caught wind of it and wanted him off the streets before he could ‘tarnish their reputation any further’. We're tight though, you don't really gotta worry about him.” he finished with a stretch.

He used his chopsticks to pick up some rice and Taehyung finally tore his eyes away from the man and decided to shovel some grains into his own mouth as well. It didn't make him want to immediately puke his guts out so he considered that a sign of adaptation.

“Next, that guy over there,” Hoseok gestured to a tall man with a broad back. Just as Hoseok pointed at him, the guy turned and fixed the two of them with a glare. Taehyung gripped the edge of his seat, ready to bolt out of the room. Yes, he was a coward with no shame, you would be too if you saw the look on this man’s face. However, the tall male‘s face split into a small grin as his eyes met Hoseok's.

The guy jogged over with his plate and sat down from across them, nodding at Hoseok, “Why were you pointing at me, Hob-ah?”

“Nothin, Joon, just giving Mr. Disgraced Son of the Kims, an introduction.”

‘Joon’ looked at Taehyung again and his mouth dropped open slightly before he had a dimpled smile on his face again, “Kim Taehyung? So you're the newbie,” he put his hand out as well, “I'm Kim Namjoon.”

Why did everybody want to shake his hand? Taehyung shook Kim Namjoon’s hand as well and tried to discern whether he was in with the right crowd or not. While Taehyung was looking at the man suspiciously, Hoseok cleared his throat. “Joon, proper introduction.”

Namjoon dropped Taehyung's hand, “Oh, right. Well, uh, I'm not too interesting, in influential or criminal terms. I just got laid off from my job and had to get bread somehow. I ended up distributing some, um…” the male trailed off trying to think of the right word until Hoseok sighed loudly, “well, some confidential documents of big companies. They didn't really like that and here I am!”

Taehyung nodded. Hoseok spoke on his part, “Taehyung-ie here says he's getting framed.”

Namjoon echoed the word “framed” but his eyes betrayed that he didn't entirely trust that claim. Taehyung decided to eat some more with the tip of his ears a little red.

Hoseok cleared his throat, “Whatever. Next, is him–” Taehyung followed Hoseok's eyes and landed on a man with short auburn hair and wide shoulders. He sat beside two other men and almost looked as if he was a guard of some kind, “that's Kim Seokjin.” Hoseok grinded out from behind closed teeth.

“He's in for vandalism– with me; we were arrested together.” Taehyung whipped his head back to look at Hoseok. He didn't expect that.

“We've been best friends and roommates for a really long time, since university, I guess. We trusted each other with everything, really. So, we used to do things like this for fun, something to get off on, just the two of us. Then, somebody saw us– but Jin thinks I was the one who willingly confessed. He hasn't spoken to me ever since we got here even though we're just two cells away.” Hoseok's voice was strained now and the man looked down in his soup. Taehyung, too, looked away to give him some semblance of privacy. It was Namjoon who spoke next.

“Yeah, yeah, that's their sordid past. Hoseok, I'm telling you, he's just overwhelmed too. You guys will figure it out.” He offered another soft smile.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” Hoseok sniffled out.

Taehyung was starting to feel a little better being in their company.

“Oh, by the way, Taehyung, Seokjin is part of a little gang, and since he's decided to hold out some grudge against Hoseok, I suggest you don't really get in his or the gang’s way because he definitely saw you sitting here with us.”

So much for feeling better.

“What gang?” Taehyung got out, slightly exasperated. He did not want to get caught up in some feud, but if Hoseok and Jin really did have such a complicated story together, he can only imagine how angry and betrayed Seokjin must feel– and how many different vile ways in which his corpse can be dumped at his family's doorstep.

“The J gang. Yeah, like the letter,” Namjoon rolled his eyes, “I think it's kind of a stupid name, very low effort I mean– but it makes sense, I guess. The gang is run by Jeon Jeongguk.”

Namjoon shifted slightly so Taehyung could see who was sitting beside Kim Seokjin. A dark haired man with heavy muscles and tattoos decorating the most part of his left arm– the arm he had wrapped around the waist of a lithe blonde man.

Now that sight definitely made Taehyung’s jaw drop wide open in surprise. Was it the man himself that had Taehyung so… well awestruck, or the way he so openly embraced another male in prison? Taehyung didn't know himself. What he did know, is that he almost peed his pants when the burly man looked up and made direct eye contact with him.

Taehyung snapped his neck down towards his plate.

Namjoon coughed slightly, turning back as well, “The big buff guy? That's him. He runs everything here, drugs, cellphones, you name it. Everybody's terrified of him here, mostly ‘cause he had quite a name for himself in the underground world, some sort of a boxer and contracted whatever, but also because of why he's in– double murder.”

Hoseok whistled beside him.

“Guards say it was a completely heartless act, and although nobody knows for sure, nobody questions it either; look at how intimidating the guy is. I mean, he scared me too.”

“You should be scared,” Hoseok interjected, “now that Seokjin hates me, so does the J gang.”

“What's that got to do with me?” Namjoon mumbled around some vegetables.

“It means, whoever hangs around Hoseok is fucked too and should try their damned hardest to not engage with them,” Taehyung sighed, covering his head.

“Bingo!” Hoseok grinned and Taehyung almost wanted to slap him but he chose to berate himself instead for letting some random guys talk to him. With his status, it's already a problem for him to walk in this place; now with the added problem of Hoseok, he's truly done for.

Namjoon shrugged, “They've never really done much to us, anyway.”

“Jin just joined them like two weeks ago,” Hoseok rolled his eyes before turning to Taehyung, “I came here ‘bout two months back.”

“Fantastic.” Taehyung responded, hollow. He had suddenly lost his hunger again.

“They're not going to go after you because of a 15 minute conversation you had with Hoseok. To be honest, though, you're a real fucking coward, huh?” a rough voice sounded out behind Taehyung, making him jump.

“What the fuck?”

Min Yoongi raised an eyebrow, patting Hoseok's shoulder gently, “You rich lot are all the same. All you care about is your damn self. I saw you, Kim, all eager and ready to be friends with Hoseok here before you realised that having friends in prison comes with its consequences. Wake up and choose a fucking side. Or,” he leaned down, his chin resting on Hoseok's shoulder, “you'll end up as ‘Late Kim Taehyung’ before ‘Free Kim Taehyung’ if you try to play both sides, I promise you that.”

Was everybody in here mental? Taehyung needed to see the paperwork and confirm this wasn't an asylum instead. Taehyung wanted to yell at the man, to scream about how much pain he had been in, the stress, his inner turmoil and the need to fend for himself– other people be damned!– but, as stubborn as he was though, he did have to admit that Yoongi's words held some truth. He did have to assert himself here– if he continued to act so damn soft and scared in front of everyone, he would never make it.

“You're– um, you're right. I'm sorry, Hoseok,” he slowly lifted his eyes from Yoongi to the brunette, who smiled. He then turned back to the ‘J gang’.

“What's the deal with uh– Jeon Jeongguk’s, um… the–”

“Okay, you're fumbling. I guess you're talking about Park Jimin.” Namjoon smirked, “the little feisty blonde on Jeongguk’s lap? He's in for murder too,”

Taehyung's eyes widened slightly.

“and possession and distribution of drugs, among other stuff, you'd get along with him.” Namjoon snorted at his own joke at Taehyung's expense, “He looks real innocent but I wouldn't go off that.”

Yoongi sat down on the other side of Taehyung and began to pick at his food, “So, rich guy Kim, when's your court date?”

Taehyung cleared his throat, “I, uh, I'm not sure. Father hasn't told me…anything. I don't know how long I'll be here. I shouldn't be here, I didn't do anything.”

Yoongi tongued his cheek, scoffing slightly, before standing up, abruptly tilting Taehyung's dish so that some of the soup splashed on his now crumpled white shirt like a spurt of vomit.

“Fuck!”

“Oops,” Yoongi sighed, moving away, “my bad, Kim. Good luck out here. You'll need it.”

Hoseok used the sleeve of his shirt to try and help the blonde and Taehyung nodded a small thank you.

“I don't think Yoongi likes you much.” Namjoon supplied, stating the obvious. Taehyung wanted to run away.

“He’ll come around. I think he sees too much of himself in you, ‘s why he's acting this way.” Hoseok whispered, just as a loud buzzer went off.

Taehyung wanted to question Hoseok's statement but thought better of it; instead he stood up on wobbly legs to go and dump his half eaten tray away, knowing a certain dark haired man’s gaze hadn't left his back.

Oh, he was truly and utterly fucked.

—

Taehyung spent the next three weeks mingling and getting to know Hoseok and Namjoon.

He found out that Namjoon had been here for a while; he had actually gotten pretty comfortable with the prison life and he and Yoongi essentially took Hoseok under their wing, although Yoongi definitely had a softer spot for Hoseok, the tall man informed with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Taehyung was still in a rocky area with Yoongi, but post their talk on his second day, the male had only spilled food on him once after that– so he counted it as progress.

He had gotten closer to Hoseok, more so than Namjoon and Yoongi, and Taehyung felt a little guilty for what he had thought when he first met him.

He was currently sitting in the cafeteria again, laughing at something Namjoon said when the buzzer sounded, signalling the end of dinner. Taehyung got up, along with the other three to go put his tray away, a tender lightness in his heart.

He turned and walked, looking down at his tray, almost not realising that his tray was going to hit someone. He swerved his hands away just in time…forgetting about the momentum of his stride and instead of the tray, he himself went crashing into the person in front of him.

Before he knew it, he was on the floor, beside the broad shouldered man he took down with him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I am so sorry–” he stood up quickly, dusting himself off and extending a hand for the man. He took in the mess he had caused and gulped nervously, but Taehyung truly felt his blood go cold when he realised who he had bumped into.

“You fucking idiot.” Kim Seokjin slapped his hand away and stood up on his own.

“I'm really sorry, I– I didn't realise, how I was walking, it's– it's my fault, I just–”

“Yeah, it fucking is. Kim Taehyung, right? You're in Hoseok's little clique. I fucking hate kids like you.”

Taehyung's eyes narrowed a little and he crossed his arms. A little voice in his head told him this was not the moment to show he was tough but another argued that the more he let people walk over him, the worse he would be treated. “I said I was sorry, I don't know what more you–”

“Oh yeah? ‘Sorry' doesn't fix shit, does it?” Seokjin leered, bending down to dip his hand in the mess and then grabbing Taehyung by his collar to rub it all over his white shirt. “I’m so sorry, Kim, how about that?”

Taehyung pushed Seokjin away with a little more force than intended, causing the elder to fall back into the food on the ground. Taehyung heard several gasps around him before he heard a sharp ringing in his ear as he got punched in the nose.

“Don't raise your hand on my men.”

A loud whistle and rough hands pulled Taehyung and Jeon Jeongguk away, guiding Taehyung to a different direction than the other.

—

The doctor clicked his tongue as he swabbed around Taehyung's nose, the latter hissing at the stinging pain the motion caused. The man regarded him with tight lips through his glasses, sticking a measly excuse of a plaster over his nose bridge and handed Taehyung a wad of cotton to try and stop the blood.

“Why'd you go messing around with Jeon Jeongguk? Do you really want to die here, sir?”

Taehyung sighed, feeling some of his power had been restored hearing the other still talk to him with respect. Until the other said, “Mr. Kim, you know as much as your father's worth, you can't do shit here. Jeon’s gang runs this place like their playground. You don't stand a chance,” the doctor spoke out, rushed and quiet, biting his lip after.

“Well, what was I supposed to do?” Taehyung snapped back, “Just stand there and let that guy toy with me? You can't possibly–”

“Yes, actually,” the doctor interrupted before Taehyung could rant further. “you should've stepped down. Do you know how many corpses I've had to autopsy, that also thought they should stand up to that guy? You couldn't count them on all your fingers if you tried. I'm only telling this to help you, Mr. Kim, please understand,” the man was almost pleading, though his voice remained as a hiss, “you wouldn't make it out alive if he ends up having a vendetta against you. All the guards are in on it too. Trust me, you're lucky you only ended up with that scratch on your nose.”

Taehyung bit his tongue to keep himself from speaking any further. As hard as he tried, he couldn't wrap his head around these prison dynamics.

“You can go now, this is the best I can do. Your nose might still bleed occasionally until you're all fixed up. Come get your plaster changed from here the day after tomorrow.”

Taehyung got up and pretty much sprinted to his cell. He groaned as he fell down on the mattress, the movement jostling him and pulling a wince out of him because of the way his nose throbbed. He raised his hand to the bandage and his fingers came back soaked in red. He tried to wipe as much blood away as he could before simply giving up and closing his eyes. A few tears slipped past his eyelids and soaked the sheets.

The next time his eyes opened, it was due to the clanking on his cell door. He only had to strain his eyes slightly to realise it was morning.

Fixing his hair up the best he could, he silently changed his shirt as it reeked of stew and dried blood now. Once he was out of his cell, he immediately felt a tap on his shoulder. Bracing himself, he turned around, surprised to find a guard behind him and not one of the J gang’s thugs.

“Mr. Kim, you have to do some manual labour today, after breakfast, because of the–,” the short man looked around, “the commotion yesterday. Sorry, prison rules. Please come to the office after you have your breakfast.”

Taehyung nodded, despite himself, and without another word, staggered off towards the cafeteria. On the way, somebody ruffled his hair and threw an arm around his shoulder and he shifted his eyes to the right to find a dimpled smile. Blood rushed back to his fingertips and he relaxed his gait.

“Good morning, Namjoon.”

“Morning, kid, shouldn't you call me hyung? I'm older, you know.”

Taehyung simply bit his lip and Namjoon dropped the topic for now so he could focus on the primary subject, “How are you feeling, Taehyung-ah?”

“I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?”

“Well, the whole thing yesterday, I thought–” Namjoon cut himself off, looking at Taehyung's face and simply nodded, “Good to hear. Let's go get some food in our stomachs.”

The two got their breakfast and sat down at their designated-but-not-really table, where Hoseok and Yoongi were waiting for them. The moment they sat down, Hoseok flung his arms around Taehyung. “Taehyung-ie! Oh, your nose, you poor thing. Is it broken?”

Taehyung shook his head, “No, just banged up real bad. It bleeds randomly though.”

Hoseok cooed and Taehyung wondered how the man managed to remain so emotive in a place like this. Nevertheless, he was grateful. He liked when somebody fussed over him.

“Are they making you go through a punishment? You know, clean the yard or something? They usually do that to inmates who get into small fights.” Yoongi asked, surprisingly keeping hostility out of his voice as he spoke to Taehyung today.

“Yeah, um, I'm not sure what it is. The guard told me to come to the little office after breakfast.”

Yoongi's face shifted mysteriously before he nodded in a passive manner and Hoseok shuddered, “It wasn't even really your fault. I hope they don't make you do anything strenuous, you're so fragile.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes with a small smile, “I think I'm just fine.”

Hoseok scrunched his nose, “No way, Tae. Look at your shirt, so clean and pressed–”

“They do that for me, you know.”

“and your face,” Hoseok suddenly reached out and pinched his cheeks, “you're so–”

They were interrupted by Yoongi clearing his throat. Taehyung turned his head to see Yoongi with a disdainful look on his face and Namjoon trying incredibly hard, and failing, to not laugh.

Taehyung coughed softly and moved away, looking down at his food. He honestly had no appetite, what with the news of his punishment. However, if they truly are going to make him do something tiring, he should fill himself with something, at least. So, he shoved a few bites down his throat and tried to not gag.

Once breakfast was over, they all got up. Hoseok offered to dispose of Taehyung’s tray as well so Taehyung could make it to the office on time, claiming it was something of a long walk. Taehyung nodded at him and Namjoon gratefully, and Namjoon patted his back.

Just as he made to move off, he came face to face with Yoongi, “Come, I'll show you the way. You don't know where it is, right?”

Taehyung shook his head silently and Yoongi started off with a lazy stride so Taehyung decided to follow him without any further questions, jogging ahead to keep up.

“I caught wind of something,” Yoongi spoke softly, the softest Taehyung had ever heard him speak, “of what you're doing. They're gonna make you clean up the recreation room and then stock soaps in the bathroom. It's not too bad, honestly, it's one of the easiest tasks and the best you could hope to get, given you've been here for barely three weeks.”

“Then, why do you sound so tense?” Taehyung asked, knowing he dreaded the answer. Last thing he needed right now was for Yoongi to be an ass to him.

“It's just– it's not so much the task but who you're doing it with.”

“Who am I doing it with?”

“Jeon Jeongguk.”

Taehyung could feel bile rise up his throat.

“It's unusual for them to pair two inmates who got into a fight to do the same task, so that means…”

He trailed off and stopped abruptly to look at Taehyung. Taehyung gestured for him to continue.

“That means he asked you both to be put together. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.” Yoongi finished with a sigh, “All I can tell you is to be careful. Don't provoke him and if he provokes you, don't let him get in your head. Stay alert and try to not let him get near any sharp objects, okay?”

“Why are you telling me all this? I thought– I thought you didn't like me.”

“I never said–” Yoongi pressed his lips together, “it doesn't matter what I think of you. Hoseok and Namjoon like you, and I don't want to have to identify your dead body. Too much of a hassle. Just be safe, alright?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Taehyung's lips and before he knew it, he was launching himself at Yoongi and wrapping the man in a hug, his eyes wet– which he was sure Yoongi could feel as they leaked onto his shirt. “Thank you, so much.”

“I'm gonna give you three seconds to step back.”

Taehyung sniffled and moved away, furiously rubbing at his eyes. He was horribly overwhelmed and while it made him feel weak to act this way in front of some guy he barely knew in prison, he couldn't help himself. He was scared. He always had been.

Yoongi sighed again and reached a hand out to cup his shoulder, “It'll be okay. You'll be fine.”

“I know.”

Yoongi nodded and tilted his head to the left, “There's the office. I'll see you later.” ‘hopefully’ lingered on his tongue but seeing how anxious Taehyung already was, he decided to not let it slip.

Taehyung turned and walked to the office. The man at the small desk right at the entrance stood up and bowed low to greet him, which Taehyung returned half-heartedly because he did not want to seem rude, but he also felt that he might throw up if he moved too much right now.

The officer ordered a jailer to escort Taehyung to the recreation room and on the way, the jailer told him to just head to the bathrooms once he was done there. So far, Yoongi’s information was proving to be spot on, but Taehyung hadn't caught a glimpse of Jeon Jeongguk yet, so he could only hope (pray) that Yoongi might have gotten that one bit wrong.

He entered the recreation room silently and looked to his left to find a broom and a sweeping pan resting against the wall. He sped up and grabbed them. The best course of action for him would be to get this shit over with, quickly and quietly, hoping to dodge Jeongguk.

A loud whir sounded behind him and Taehyung could swear he jumped 2 feet in the air. He turned around to find Jeon Jeongguk, sitting calmly at the pottery station, his hands shaping a mound of clay. He locked eyes with him as soon as he had turned. Swallowing heavily, he spun back around and began to sweep the area, trying to maintain as much distance between them as possible.

“Sorry ‘bout your nose. Didn't mean to hit that hard.”

Taehyung didn't answer him, continuing to keep his eyes trained on the floor and his hands moving in that incessant repetitive motion. Don't engage, don't engage.
He heard the scraping of a chair and before he could process anything or look back, he felt a hot breath spread out on his neck, making him freeze in place.

“Nobody ever taught you that not looking at someone when they're speaking to you, is considered disrespectful? Your daddy didn't teach you basic manners?”

“I– I, um–”

“You, you um,” Jeongguk mocked, just as Taehyung felt hands grip onto his waist. He let out an embarrassing sound of surprise as he was turned around, manhandled, to face Jeongguk. There was not much difference in their height, Taehyung reckoned he was actually slightly taller but those eyes… Jeongguk’s gaze pierced into him and it made him weak in the knees.

“See, that's much better, isn't it? Now we can have a proper conversation.” The man smiled patronizingly. Taehyung's throat was dry and he found himself fixating on Jeongguk's lips, watching the way they curled into a smirk as the other realised where Taehyung was hooked. He could feel the coolness of the wet clay through his shirt, which was spoiled again because of the same man. Jeongguk moved away and Taehyung looked down to see the handprints left. Why was his throat so dry?

“You’re sweeping the wrong area. I came early and finished off that side, you have to sweep the right side. C'mon,” Jeongguk whispered, his voice working slowly and wrapping around Taehyung's hazy mind like a serpent; Taehyung helplessly followed the man as if led by a leash.

Jeongguk sat back down and continued molding while Taehyung seemed to gain some semblance of consciousness and resorted to sweeping again. There was silence for a while as they both engaged in their respective actions. A few minutes later, Taehyung got around to fixing up the board game pieces, and after that, he had to eventually make his way to the table Jeongguk was sitting at to scrape off the mess.

“Sit and do it, or your back will give out.” Jeongguk spoke again, directing him. Taehyung noticed how clear Jeongguk's voice always was. Whether he was speaking quietly or loudly, his words were never stuttered or slurred. He had to obey, he knew, as Yoongi's voice drifted over his ears with the words ‘don't provoke him’ being said.

He sat down opposite the man and began to work.

“They say you're in for narcotics. Is that true?”

Taehyung cleared his throat and without lifting his eyes, muttered, “Yes.”

Jeongguk whistled. “I thought they always covered shit like that up for rich politicians’ rich kids. How come you're here?”

“I– I don't know. The drugs weren't even mine. I don't know how I'm here.”

Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

Nobody had ever asked him that yet. Everyone always waved it off, like he was a liar and they could see through the bullshit.

“I mean, I was framed,” Taehyung's voice finally found some ground and Jeongguk's hands froze, “I’ve been clean for so long now. I haven't touched nothing, no pills, no acid, nothing. Nobody believes me, nobody listens to me. I–” he cut himself off. Why was he telling all this to Jeongguk?

“Your nose is bleeding.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened and he lifted a hand to touch his nose. “Oh, fuck.”

Jeongguk shook his head and trailed his hands down to the clay, which was slowly taking the form of a vase with a narrow neck. He pushed his fingers in, and pressed, grunting softly. Taehyung followed the action with his own eyes, while Jeongguk's eyes stayed on Taehyung, marking his movements– the way his eyes grew slightly hooded, the little bob of his Adam’s apple and the way he played with his fingers. Jeongguk was extremely observant from a young age; there was nothing that could escape him, especially not the pretty blonde squirming in front of him at the mere sight of his fingers dipping and caressing something as lifeless as clay.

“Kim,” he drawled, “I'm thirsty. Get me some water.”

Taehyung shouldn’t have, he should've simply asked him to get it himself. Yet, it seemed as if his body listened to Jeongguk more than his rational mind, because his feet were already pushing him up and moving to grab a large water bottle left at a corner. He wondered whether a guard kept it there for their use or if somebody had forgotten it. It didn't matter, though, that was the only source of water nearby and he knew Jeongguk was referring to it when he asked for water; he grabbed it and walked back to hand it to Jeongguk.

“Kim, are you actually dumb, or is it just how you act around me, hm?” He tilted his head down to his hands, “how am I supposed to hold it if my hands are dirty? Unscrew the lid.”

“Well, um, I think you–”

Jeongguk gripped the hem of Taehyung's white shirt, leaving another mark, and pulled him closer with such force that the blonde stumbled and almost ended up falling on him– almost because he grabbed ahold of Jeongguk's shoulder with one hand to steady himself.

“Listen to me clearly, Taehyung,” he said his name, tongue rasping deliciously, “when I ask you to do something, oh so nicely, you do it, yeah?”

He raised his hand, wet clay covering his fingertips, and gripped Taehyung's jaw, “You don't argue,” he slapped his cheek lightly, a gentle pat, “you don't run your mouth,” another, “you don't even think.”

This time, the slap was harsh enough to throw off Taehyung and cause him to stagger, a squeak escaping his lip that had Jeongguk smiling.

“I'll think for you. Now, unscrew that fucking cap and pour the water in my mouth.”

Taehyung nodded dazed, his fingers working deftly to unscrew the lid. He slowly poured the water into Jeongguk's awaiting mouth, his own lips falling open as he watched Jeongguk's neck flex with each sip and looked up to see Jeongguk was already staring at him.

The ravenette suddenly closed his mouth and the stream fell onto him.

“Shit!” Taehyung sprung apart, his eyes wide and pupils dilated as he looked at Jeongguk's glistening mouth. Although there wasn't a lot of water split, it was still a significant amount. Sunlight scampered in through a gap in the curtains and illuminated Jeongguk's frown.

“Clumsy. You spilled all over me. How are you going to clean this up, huh?” Jeongguk's voice rose with each word that left his lips.

Taehyung licked his lips and looked around frantically before something clicked.

He slowly started to unbutton his shirt.

Was he going mad? He must be. He has to be at least halfway out of his mind to be doing this, but he couldn't help it. Jeongguk scared him to no end, but fuck if he wasn't the most handsome man Taehyung had laid his eyes on. He felt this incomprehensible need to do anything and everything in his power to impress him or coax some kind of a reaction out.

It worked. Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, amused. Taehyung stepped closer with his balled up shirt in his trembling hold and grasped a hand behind Jeongguk's neck, gently. The ends of Jeongguk's shaggy hair tickled his knuckles as he raised his shirt to dab at the man's mouth, softly. He could feel Jeongguk smile through the fabric. Emboldened, he crouched to the floor and trailed his hand downwards, rubbing the wet spot on the brunette's chest.

“What would people think?” Taehyung snapped his head up to look at Jeongguk when the black haired man spoke, “Imagine somebody walked in right now. The door is wide open and Kim Taehyung is on his knees for me, shirtless.” Jeongguk slipped a hand down to run his finger along Taehyung's collarbone. The clay had dried just slightly, wet enough to leave a faint trace but hard enough to feel rough against Taehyung's tender skin.

“They'd get very, very wrong ideas, wouldn't they, Taehyung?”

“There–” Taehyung bit his lip as his voice cracked slightly, “there wasn't anything else to wipe with, I just though– thought I'd help, somehow?” The boy looked up at Jeongguk with wide eyes.

“Are you telling me or asking me?”

“I don't know, I don't know, Jeongguk–” Taehyung's sentence, or rather lack of one, ended in a whimper as Jeongguk hoisted him up, while standing up himself. He took the shirt from Taehyung and helped him back into it, buttoning it up for him.

“You did help. Good.” Jeongguk whispered into his ear, “We still have one more task left, how about we go do that now?”

Taehyung nodded quickly. He probably would have signed his life away to Jeongguk if he suggested that right now. He didn't know why he was acting this way, knowing how dangerous Jeongguk was. Then, Jeongguk's eyes locked onto his and it all made sense.

The two stocked up the soaps in silence. Jeongguk worked all the way across the bathroom, far from Taehyung and that finally allowed him to slightly freely panic about what the fuck just happened. He really was playing into the dumb blonde stereotype, wasn't he? Forget dumb, he had to be downright foolishly suicidal to kneel for a murderer with his shirt off, all while sporting a boner.

His hard-on still had not dissipated and he adjusted his pants to try and make it less conspicuous. Whatever, he just had to focus on the task at hand. Soap.

Yes, all he had to do was distract himself, by thinking about soap. Soap, soap suds, shower, naked, Jeongguk, Jeongguk pressing him against the wall, Jeongguk in between his legs naked and wet.

Taehyung slapped himself, the noise echoing in the quiet bathroom and causing Jeongguk to look in his direction questioningly. He needed to get a grip.

Gradually, the both were done with stocking the soaps up. Taehyung huffed out a breath, ready to move away and never look back on any of the events that had occurred since the morning. Sadly, one of the events from this morning, the main event if you will, blocked his path in the door.

“You say you're clean, Kim?”

Taehyung scratched his neck, “Yeah. Been over a month, if I remember right.”

“Why'd you go clean?” Jeongguk tilted his head.

“Elections are coming up. I can't risk anything around this time, father would be mad if I caused trouble. I guess he is, right now.”

Jeongguk wanted to laugh at how Taehyung addressed his dad as ‘father’, at how painfully cliché he was; Jeongguk also wanted to play into his own cliché as the big bad wolf and devour the blonde in front of him.

He wasn't gay, at least he wouldn't say so. There was just something about Taehyung's beauty that surpassed basic, meaningless social constructs such as gender and sexuality. He just wanted Kim Taehyung.

“I see.” Jeongguk walked forwards, cornering the blonde, “What did you take before you went clean?”

Taehyung looked away before speaking, “Mostly weed. Sometimes, I went for the hard shit when– when things were difficult for me,” he bit his lip.

“So, I guess you'd wanna try some of this?” Jeongguk grinned and held up a small, clear plastic bag with white powder in it, “Cocaine. Pure and rich as snow. It's my good, so of course it would be.”

Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek. This was probably the longest he had been clean. His father would be proud of him, wouldn't be?

“Fuck it, yeah. I'll take some.”

Jeongguk's grin widened and he ushered towards an empty stall, flicking his finger to motion Taehyung to follow along, and Taehyung, like a greedy dog, fell into step behind him. Once they were both in, Jeongguk locked the door behind them.

“You know how to do it, right? Have you done it before?”

“Thrice. Mostly at parties. I've never snorted much, just a bump,” Taehyung rattled off, his palms slightly sweaty, “you're sure we wouldn't get caught?”

Jeongguk cooed at the boy, “Caught? The guards all know about my business. Hell, I'm their supplier. You can't get through working at a prison without some sort of an escape…the things that happen here, can you blame them?”

Taehyung shook his head as Jeongguk dug into his clothes and pulled out a blade. Jeongguk eyed Taehyung subtly to gauge his reaction and was silently delighted to see the way his mouth fell open.

He quickly dumped some of the contents of the powder out onto the small area above the toilet and divided it into lines using the blade, “You can do a bump if you want, but with your nose like that, I doubt it.”

“You did this to me, “ Taehyung shot back, accusatorily, but quietly.

“I don't regret it,” Jeongguk laughed and then quickly leaned down.

“Your turn, blondie.” he sounded out as his eyes came back into view, breathy.

Taehyung ran a hand through his hair and before his mind could delve into the circumstances and their morality any further, he dipped his pinky into the bag.

For a few seconds, he didn't feel anything– he was used to this. Then, it hit. He breathed out loudly, leaning back against the stall door and his eyes caught Jeongguk's, who burst out laughing as soon as he did.

“Fuck, oh, that is good. It's fucking phenomenal. Where do you get this shit?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Jeongguk whispered, theatrically, before leaning closer, “you look fucked up–”

“I am fucked up.”

“–and you've got some around your mouth.”

“But I didn't even–” Taehyung was interrupted by Jeongguk licking a smooth stripe from his jaw to his cheek. He knew he didn't have anything on his mouth, but Jeongguk was here, so close and overpowering his senses.

The brunette didn't stop at that, instead he began trailing kisses up to his earlobe.

“I– ah fuck– what are you doing?” Taehyung moaned out.

“I think I vaguely remember telling you to not think for yourself, right?” Jeongguk pulled away to stare at Taehyung, pupils dilated and ecstatic, “Or do you need another reminder? Are you that slow?” Jeongguk cupped Taehyung's neck, rubbing it.

“No, I remember, ‘m just…”

“Just?”

“Scared. Will you hurt me? You scare me, a lot, “ Taehyung whispered out, his eyes wide again. Jeongguk thought they reminded him of some puppy he had seen as a kid.

“Good. That's how I like it. I won't hurt you in any way you won't want.” Jeongguk rasped out before his lips were on Taehyung and his hands dipped low below his shirt. They explored under the white button-down, till he ran a finger over Taehyung's right nipple, causing the man to shudder.

“Sensitive? How long's it been since someone fucked you good, baby?”

Baby. It slipped past as if it was natural, habitual.

“So, so fuckin’ long,” Taehyung cried out, frustrated, and Jeongguk was delighted to find out that rich Kim did take it up the ass, “been s'fucking long, I need it, Jeongguk, oh, fuck.”

“You've been hard this entire time, no? I saw it. Saw you adjusting your pants like a little pervert, thinking nobody was looking at you. Who would've known that politician Kim's son is a fucking addict and a queer slut.”

Jeongguk laughed meanly as Taehyung feebly opened his eyes, “Poor baby, must've been hard going so long without any relief. Hyung's here, don't worry. I'll make it all better.”

“Fuck, yes, need– need hyung.” Taehyung groaned out. He reached down and pulled Jeongguk's cock out of his pants, while wiggling out of his own. He wrapped his hands around both of them at the same time and Jeongguk hissed at the bare contact.

“You don't waste any time, huh? Have you ever gotten off high before?” Jeongguk inquired while unbuttoning Taehyung's shirt and flinging his own off so that they were both stark naked.

What a privilege it was, Taehyung thought, to be able to see Jeongguk in his full glory, with the gorgeous mural of tattoos twisting around his arm and that damned physique of his. Jeongguk reciprocated the same feelings as he stopped for a while just to breathe heavily and stare at the golden expanse of skin before him.

“Used to, hyung, all the time,” Taehyung spoke against Jeongguk's neck, where he had buried his face as he began to pump both of their dicks together, “feels so good, doesn't it? Everything's better.”

“Yeah.” Jeongguk bit his lip and fisted a hand through Taehyung's hair, yanking his face up and causing a loud moan to escape him just as the buzzer outside sounded.

Neither of them really heard it, though; they were too busy kissing. Jeongguk's teeth toyed with Taehyung's lip and Taehyung helplessly tried to return the favour, but ended up just licking into his mouth.

Then, they heard voices outside the door. Jeongguk stopped immediately. Taehyung let out a loud whine, due to which Jeongguk ended up promptly slapping his palm over the blonde’s mouth.

That's when it clicked for Jeongguk.

“Fuck. The buzzer, Taehyung, it's time for everybody to hit the showers.” He slipped his hand off as Taehyung seemed to have calmed down slightly.

“Already? But we just–”

“Listen!” Jeongguk and Taehyung both remained still, and just as Jeongguk thought, they could hear the water running and loud whispering.

Jeongguk made to move away but Taehyung grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“Not good enough,” Taehyung shook his head, “need hyung. You– you said you'd make it all better, that you'd look after me. Are you saying you lied? Is that what–”

Taehyung's face flew to the side, his cheek gaining colour with how hard Jeongguk had slapped him. He's sure somebody outside must've heard, but either Jeongguk wanted that or he was too high to care.

He gripped Taehyung's chin and forced him to look back at the brunette, “Seriously, Taehyung? I figured you were a whore, but fuck. There are so many people outside, what about my reputation? You think I'll risk everything for this?” He used his other hand to pinch the tip of Taehyung's dick which had him yelping, “This little thing? What about your reputation, huh?”

Jeongguk then turned the shower on, letting the cold stream fall over the two of them. They both winced instantly but Jeongguk recovered quicker, “Maybe you don't give a shit about your reputation, that is, this current one that you have. Maybe you want them all to hear what a fucking cockslut you are, that you couldn't even stop when there were hundreds of other men just a door away. Is that it? Do you want to brand yourself as a cheap bitch?” Jeongguk spat out.

Taehyung whimpered softly, his dick hardening again as he let himself be held up by Jeongguk's strong grip, “Yes, I– I want that, please,” he whined out, shame apparently a thing of the past, “Just touch me, I need your hands on me right now, Jeongguk…”

Jeongguk smiled. “I am touching you, though. I'm literally holding you up because you're too dumb and weak to stand on your own, like a little girl. Taehyung, I'm a bad man, you know that, don't you? Why are you still begging me?”

“I don't know,” Taehyung answered truthfully, “just know that I want you.”

Jeongguk relented and wrapped his own hand around both of their dicks again, while he used the hand on Taehyung's chin to guide him into another messy kiss, water falling over their heads.

Jeongguk worked them up swiftly, his thumb digging into Taehyung's slit and soon the blonde was spilling over his fist. Taehyung slowly crouched down to the floor and before Jeongguk could question him, he had swallowed the man's cock down.
He followed his cheeks, looking up at Jeongguk through wet eyelashes and Jeongguk muttered curse after curse as water pelted down on them. Taehyung never had much of a gag reflex so it wasn't difficult for him to take Jeongguk up to the hilt. He gagged around the man anyway, knowing the sensation was pleasurable and Jeongguk testified it with a broken off moan.

It didn't take too long for Jeongguk to come down his throat, muttering hushed praises, Taehyung keened, under his breath. He then slid down as well, sitting on the floor opposite Taehyung.

The buzzer sounded again and they could hear frustrated groans all around them. Taehyung giggled at that softly, which brought a fond smile over Jeongguk's lips as well. Soon, the sounds of footsteps receding stopped and Jeongguk reached up to turn the shower off.

Somebody pounded on the door, “Who's in here?” A guard. “The fuck are you doing in there for so long? Come out!”

Jeongguk pinched the bridge of his nose before yelling out, just as loud, “Leave.”

The pounding stopped and they heard a sound of startlement, “Sorry, sorry, Jeon sir. I didn't know it was you. I'm so sorry, I'll go.”

Taehyung rubbed his face, “You really do run everything here.”

“Did you doubt it?” Jeongguk chuckled.

Taehyung shook his head. “No, but I did doubt whether you would be able to get your dick up after the coke.”

Jeongguk scrunched his nose and crawled to the man, “Really? You're real bold after cumming, huh?”

“Sorry, sorry, stop!” Taehyung laughed softly and pushed the man away. “Wait, how old are you?”

Jeongguk stretched his arms over his head, “25.”

Taehyung's mouth fell open, “I'm 27! Why did you make me call you hyung?”

Jeongguk wiped the side of his mouth, “Cause it's fun and you're so fuckin’ hot when you do.”

Taehyung felt the tips of his ears go red, “I, uh, I thought you were with the– the other guy. Park?”

“Park Jimin? No, we– well we've fooled around once or twice but hey, we're like a hundred sexually frustrated men locked up here, who hasn't? Are we together though? No.”

“Is that what it is with me too? Fooling around?” Taehyung didn't know what answer he wanted. He believed he was doomed either way.

“Depends, Kim. Are you worth my time?”

“Do you need a reminder, now?”

“Mm, confident. I like that. I want to break you all over again, but not now. All our clothes are soaked, if you haven't noticed.” Jeongguk sighed. “Wait here.” He stood up, and before Taehyung could say anything, he unlocked the door and strode out, completely naked.

Taehyung tried to decide whether he should follow as well, but he ended up staying on the cold floor, waiting as instructed. Once Jeongguk had left, Taehyung had a few minutes to process his thoughts. It was certainly weird for him to talk to Jeongguk like this, to see him so relaxed and cool with him. Taehyung almost wanted to believe he wasn't all that bad.

After a few minutes, he heard slow knocks on the door and a towel was flung over the edge, landing in his hands.

“Dry off and come outside,” Jeongguk's low voice commanded. Who was Taehyung to even think about questioning him?

He did as told, wrapping the towel around his waist after, and opened the door to find the male fully dressed and holding Taehyung's pressed white shirt and pants out for him.

“Let's get you back to the common places, Mr. Kim,” Jeongguk smirked.

Taehyung followed Jeongguk out, however he stopped as they got to the hallway, “I think I'll just head to my cell for a little bit. I'm feeling tired,” he lied through his teeth.

Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, like he could tell, but then simply shrugged and walked off without another word. Meanwhile, Taehyung’s mind was going haywire as he scampered to his cell and fell onto his back on the bed.

He tried to console himself by repeating in his brain that it was just because he had relapsed after so long, that it was just the first plunge, it was the drugs and not the man who gave them to him, but he couldn't lie to himself no matter how hard he tried. Did he really have feelings for Jeongguk? For a murderer he met in prison? Just when he thought his standards couldn't sink any lower.

He sighed and rubbed his face, forgetting about his nose, and wincing immediately as a result. He thought of Jeongguk for two hours after that at least, just lying in bed and letting the brunette occupy his mind. He was, by now, positive that he was indeed going insane.

When dinner rolled around, he reluctantly trudged out, knowing he had to show his face to his acquaintances– friends?– before they decided to hold a memorial for him. He entered the cafeteria and almost got his breath knocked out of him by how hard somebody had launched themselves at him and squeezed the everloving life out of his lungs.

That's just how Hoseok gave hugs. Taehyung sighed, not relaxing, but hugging Hoseok back, opting to whisper in his ear, “Hyung, people are staring. I don't think we can do this in here.”

Hoseok pulled away and Taehyung’s breath hitched as he saw the man's eyes were a little teary, “You called me hyung… I thought you were dead.”

“Oh, I definitely am, I got stabbed 24 times,” Taehyung grinned, trying to lighten the mood, “you're hallucinating. How are you still sentimental in jail?”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and sniffled discreetly as he gently slapped Taehyung's shoulder, “That’s my business, stop that, you dick. Okay, come, let's eat. You didn't get lunch, did you? You're just withering away in front of my eyes.”

Taehyung shook his head with a small, fond smile and got food in his tray along with Hoseok. He sat down at their little table to be greeted by the sight of Namjoon smiling and Yoongi looking bored.

The blonde's heart soared; Yoongi didn't look mad at the sight of Taehyung! This was as good as him hugging Taehyung.

“So I see you survived Jeon’s wrath,” Yoongi actually smiled this time, as if he could hear Taehyung's thoughts.

“Did he try anything on you? You were gone for quite a while– Yoongi told us your tasks, I didn't think they'd take too long.” Namjoon asked through a mouthful.

Taehyung felt himself go a little pink so he quickly ducked his head in the pretense of shoveling through his food, “Uh, yeah, um. He's a little distracting so it took… longer. Swallow before you speak, hyung.”

Namjoon's eyes widened the way Hoseok's had, “Hyung, you said? Oh my god, did being around that dick remind you of manners?” He snickered.

Taehyung was sure he looked like a tomato by now, so he just coughed. His eyes met Yoongi's, who was looking at him curiously, and he stood up, “I’m gonna go get some water.”

He could almost feel Yoongi's gaze following him while Namjoon and Hoseok’s laughter rang in his ears. He heard somebody clearing their throat behind him while drinking from the glass, and he stepped aside quickly so the person could go through. He's Kim Taehyung, though, so of fucking course he tripped over his feet and would've crashed straight to the ground if it weren't for somebody grabbing his wrist and pulling him upright.

“My, you're really quite clumsy, aren't’ya?”

Why was Park Jimin talking to him? Taehyung bowed his head slightly in an apology and shrugged his hand out of Jimin's hold.

“Don't bow or be too formal around me, I hear we're the same age,” Jimin leaned closer to speak against Taehyung's ear, so only he could hear what was said, “but you really ought to have more… control over yourself,” his tongue peeked out to run over his lower lip, “most people don't take too kindly to being run into, especially in prison. You already know that, though, don't you?”

Taehyung mumbled something incoherent, simply because he did not want to be around this man anymore. If Jeongguk was intimidating, he had seriously underestimated Jimin. The way he spoke and that glint in his eyes reminded Taehyung of the snake from Adam and Eve. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him blush a little and want to pee his pants a lot. Taehyung concluded that the air around Jimin demanded fear and Taehyung, as much as he had been trying, always ended up being meek as a lamb in front of people like him.

So, he just stepped sideways again, bowed his head again and practically ran back to his table. The minute he sat down, the others started enquiring him.

“What did he want?”
“Why was he even standing so close to you?”
“Did he threaten you?”
“You keep bumping into the J gang, Tae.”
“I bet it was because Jeon said something.”
“Are you okay?”

Taehyung just waved them all off and resorted to eating, even though he wanted to throw up. He pondered over this perpetual nausea he seemed to have ever since he set foot in this place. Gulping down as much food as he could, he quickly bade his friends– friends.– good night and decided to move off early.

—

Morning rolled around much quicker than he had anticipated and Taehyung hated that. He still hadn't gotten used to this atmosphere, so he was always on edge, ready to strike out in case someone decided to attack him in the middle of the night. He was sure he had developed dark circles now and his eyes had to be red rimmed, even if he hadn't done too much coke.

Speaking of coke, Taehyung felt this craving within him now. He knew it would happen, having gone through this before. He was hungry but jittery, a different itch under his skin that he wanted to scratch away with that white powder. He couldn't, though, because one– he didn't know how to get it. He could ask Jeongguk, as he was the main guy who dealt it, but that would mean going up to him and he was almost always surrounded by Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin, and some other nameless men that Taehyung didn't want to be in the vicinity of; and two– if he did, he knows he would be right on his way to getting addicted. It's why he had refrained from it for so long. He had last done cocaine at least seven years back, when he was young and naive. He couldn't risk it now, what with not knowing when his court date would be settled– if the court asked for a urine test, given he was in for narcotics so of course they would, and drugs showed up in his system? He can kiss making bail goodbye.

Was cocaine worth his freedom? No.

So Taehyung just dug his fingernails into his palms and grit his teeth, stepping outside to start another day with the same routine.

Most of the day passed by in a blur, as it usually did. Taehyung ate breakfast, ran a few laps in the small yard before sitting beside Namjoon and listening to him talk faintly about his life before prison while he picked at grass, and then he headed back inside when the buzzer rang for shower time.

Taehyung slunk away as they headed in, telling Namjoon that he'll go towards the end, as he always did. He had actually gone early the first time he did, but he discovered that by the time he was to be finished with his shower, people would be banging on the door. So, he chose to just go towards the end when there was barely anybody there and things were much more civil, at least to the eye.

He went to the recreation room for a bit, hoping to pass the time until the crowd in the bathroom would've dwindled. One of the few perks he had was the fact that nobody explicitly rushed or asked him to do anything. He wondered if he could ask a guard to just get himself shower time at night instead.

Once he decided enough time had been spent, he made a quick stop at his cell and then walked to the showers. He passed Hoseok on his way who exaggeratedly pinched his nose and muttered something about Taehyung stinking, to which he rolled his eyes and continued walking.

Just as he had thought, the bathroom was empty! He rounded the corner of the entrance with a smug smile and locked eyes with Park Jimin.

Wait.

Park Jimin? While he stood there, frozen and mouth hanging open, Jimin simply smiled at him. He vaguely registered the sound of a door opening and it didn't take long before Jeongguk was in his field of vision as well.

He had royally fucked up and misjudged his timing of arrival.

Jeongguk moved past Jimin, shirtless with just the towel around his waist, and stopped in front of Taehyung. Taehyung naturally, instinctually, averted his eyes to the ground.

Jeongguk clicked his tongue, “Have you learnt nothing from last time? What did I say about avoiding eye contact, hyung?”

Taehyung knew Jeongguk was enjoying this. A defiant part of him didn't want him to, so he looked up into his eyes, stubbornly. All of that arrogance deflated though, as soon as Jimin opened his mouth to speak.

“You haven't really taught him properly, have you, Gguk? Perhaps I should try.” He smirked, stepping closer and placing a hand on Jeongguk's shoulder which was harshly removed by the brunette himself, to which Jimin guffawed.

“You– he– he knows that we–” Taehyung squeaked out, his heart beating erratically. This was bad, this was really really bad.

“–that we what?” Jeongguk taunted and Jimin's smile widened slightly.

Taehyung gripped at his hair frustratedly as Jeongguk spoke, “I hide nothing from Jimin. He knows everything I do.”

“Well, excuse me, I need to shower.”

Jeongguk held his wrist and pulled him back to murmur, “Check under the soap, pretty. Left a little gift for you.” He let go.

Taehyung scurried off into the stall Jeongguk had just come out of. What the fuck? What in the actual fuck? He should've seen this coming, of fucking course Jeongguk would choose to ruin his life in such a twisted way.

Taehyung knows what happens when somebody is outed in a facility. By letting go with Jeongguk, he had basically handed himself to the man on a silver platter. Now, Jeongguk was going to use it as leverage and hold it above his head for fucking with the J gang. Jimin already knew, which only means that Seokjin would know as well.

Taehyung sighed and turned the shower on, trying to drown his thoughts out.

Hadn't Jeongguk willingly participated too though? Maybe it was all a ruse. Jeongguk gave him the drugs and then he did all of that just so he could use it to his advantage. After all, Taehyung had messed with the wrong people. God, he was so stupid, he should've seen through it all– his infatuation had clouded his judgement.

He reached for the soap and picked it up. Something clattered, a foreign metallic sound. Soaps don't clatter. Taehyung looked down to find a half toothbrush half–

Taehyung's heart stopped. It was a blade. A shiv; Jeongguk had left a shiv under the soap. The message couldn't be clearer, he was blatantly threatening Taehyung now. Taehyung ducked to pick it up and simultaneously tried to peek out from the narrow opening beneath the door to gauge if the two men were still outside.

He couldn't really see anything, but he knew the water supply would end soon so he had to get out. He tried to calm his heart while wiping himself dry. He haphazardly put his half-wet shirt and boxers on while draping the towel around his waist as well, just for his own sake.

He stepped out to find Jeongguk and Jimin still there, now sharing a cigarette. Sharing, because as soon as Taehyung opened the door and looked at them, Jeongguk plucked it from his lips and shoved it towards Jimin who happily accepted it and took a drag.

“How's your nose, Kim?” Jeongguk asked, tilting his head.
I Taehyung huffed and looked down under the pretense of wearing his pants, “Fine. ‘S healing.”

“That's good. Hope you liked my present,” Jeongguk grinned before taking the cigarette from Jimin again.

“Our present,” Jimin drawled, chastising.

Taehyung gulped and sped out of the bathroom before either of them could say anything. He prayed they wouldn't follow him and breathed a sigh of relief when he realised they hadn't as he entered his cell again.

This was turning out to be hell.

—

In the week after, Taehyung avoided the J gang like his life depended on it. His calls to home also increased in frequency because he had now been here for around a month and was yet to hear of a court date. Frustrations and Taehyung just seemed to go hand in hand lately.

The next time Taehyung came face to face with the J gang again, he was met with neither Jeongguk nor Jimin, but Seokjin instead.

“Get off that machine, I want to use it.” Seokjin stood at a little distance from where Taehyung, Namjoon and Yoongi were huddled around Hoseok, who was currently doing leg presses. The four had gotten accustomed to travelling in a pack, like gazelles. Yoongi thought they were being silly but Taehyung was secretly glad.

Hoseok made to move off quickly before Yoongi held his shoulder and prevented him from getting up; he then moved to stand between Hoseok and Seokjin, “He’s using it right now. I'm sure you can wait a few minutes, not like you have anywhere to go,” he finished with a smirk.

Seokjin's nostrils flared, “Hoseok, get off the damn machine.”

“Talk to me,” Yoongi stepped to the side, blocking Hoseok from Seokjin's eyes, “You fucking blind or some shit? Can't see he's on it?”

“He's been on it for too long. We all get to have a go, it's not fair–”

“Bullshit. It's barely been two minutes. Why the fuck do you keep trying to dominate Hoseok, huh? He's not your little lackey anymore. You can go fuck off to your gang and whine about it.”

“Oh, you think so? I don't give a shit what you got to say. I was talking to Hoseok,” he pushed Yoongi to the side slightly, not entirely harsh but definitely not soft, “how about you let me talk to my friend and we can sort shit out without you dragging your sorry ass into every conversation we have.”

“He's your friend now? He wasn't your friend when your high and mighty ass decided that he was the one who supposedly sold you out. He wasn't your friend when you fucking bullied him those days,” Yoongi's voice was rising slowly and Namjoon put a hand on his shoulder which Yoongi ripped off, “he wasn't your friend then, and he isn't your fucking friend now.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like that?”

*You think you own this prison? Stop fucking bothering Hoseok and go and suck Jeon's dick. I'm sure he won't mind, the way he's got Park always hanging off him. The more the better for him, right?”

Taehyung heard several gasps around him, one of them was his own, and a hissed out ‘Yoongi!’ from Hoseok. It all happened in the blink of an eye. One second, Yoongi was standing upright with his arms crossed over his chest, the next he was clutching his jaw after Seokjin rammed his first into the side of his face.

What surprised Taehyung more was the next sequence of events, which included Namjoon aiming a proper kick into Seokjin's abdomen as Yoongi spat out blood. Taehyung had never seen Namjoon get involved– he was the calmest of them all. Right now, though, he looked furious. More of the J gang's members started surrounding them, ready to get in on the action, but before they got a chance to, Yoongi had his grip on Seokjin's collar.

“Stop it, stop it, fuck!” Hoseok yelled and got in between of them. He pushed Yoongi away, prying his fingers off. Then, he turned and cupped Seokjin's face, turning it over and examining it. It was an oddly intimate act, which Hoseok realised as well and he jumped back.

Jeongguk whistled and stepped in from the boundaries of the circle that had formed around them.

“Guess Kim's nose wasn't a warning enough for you fuckers, huh?”

Yoongi grit his teeth, ready to launch, before somebody yelled and the guards swooped in. Taehyung turned his head and saw Jimin leaning at the gate, beside a jailer. He was the one who must've informed the guards to step in.

Taehyung couldn't help but feel a little grateful that it ended before it could've gotten worse. Hoseok gulped and finally turned around to face Yoongi, “Hyung, I–” he took Yoongi's hand, “I'll go to the infirmary with you–”

“Don't bother,” Yoongi tore his hand away from Hoseok just as a guard latched onto his other arm, “you can go look after that asshole you're so into.” He spat out as the guard led him away, straightening his shirt. Namjoon was pulled away as well, to the office, Taehyung assumed, as he wasn't hurt but would be given a punishment.

Hoseok bit his lip, crying out in frustration and kicking the ground below. The buzzer sounded, too early, and some guard shouted that their time had been cut short. Everyone groaned and filed back inside. Taehyung unconsciously cupped Hoseok's shoulder and walked in. He knew Jeongguk was right behind him.

That night, dinner was tense. Taehyung and Namjoon engaged in most of the conversation while Hoseok stole worried glances at Yoongi, who only looked down at his tray. Eventually, they were interrupted by a small sound from Hoseok.

“Yoongi hyung, please, fucking talk to me. You know why I stepped in.”

“Why? ‘Fraid I was gonna hurt your boyfriend?”

Hoseok paused, taken aback. “He's not my– boyfriend,” he breathed out harshly.

“Might as well be with the way you keep acting around him. He looks like a fucking homo, always wagging his tail and running behind Jeon, hoping to snag some of his attention. Are you jealous that–”

“Enough!” Hoseok shrieked and slammed his chopsticks dowm, loud enough that a few tables around them looked their way, “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Yoongi looked at him finally, eyes wide.

“You're such a fucking dick, Yoongi.” Hoseok continued, “what do you think? You're proud of that little stunt you pulled back there? You know what, if you have such a penchant for that shit–” he pulled out a small knife from his pocket and threw it on the table, in front of Yoongi, “–go ahead. Hit me, stab me with that thing. I know you think you did the right thing but now we're even more fucked. All eyes are gonna be on us and they'll burn the lot of us.” Hoseok huffed, standing up.

“Seok, I didn't mean–”

“Save it.” He moved away, going to dump his tray.

Taehyung made to do the same but Namjoon stopped him, going after Hoseok instead. He looked at Yoongi to see him pocketing the knife and was reminded of the shiv that was in his own. Yoongi had a strong grip on his chopsticks, but wasn't eating anything, just sitting there looking down with white knuckles.

Taehyung decided it was best not to speak. They ate their dinner, more like just sat, in silence before moving back to their cells. Before they separated, Taehyung tried to give Yoongi a hopefully reassuring look, and by the small nod Yoongi returned, he thought he did a good enough job.

Sleep didn't come to him easy that night though, but when did it ever?

The next day, the situation between Yoongi and Hoseok hadn't improved too much but neither were too hostile with each other so Namjoon and Taehyung figured it was only a matter of a few days before they were all good.

After breakfast, Taehyung officially decided it was time for him to shower again. After his encounter with the two thirds of the main ensemble of the J gang a week ago, he had laid off going to the showers. He considered sneaking off at night but crossed that idea out because it would be dark and Taehyung was already kind of shit at fighting– compromise his vision and he's as good as dead if somebody did attack him. However, due to all the manual labour they made the inmates do, he was practically being forced to have to take a shower to not reek.

He contemplated going early for once but decided against it and instead, like always, he waited until most of the crowd was done with theirs and made a quick walk to the bathrooms. He hoped this time he would be alone.

“So you finally came.”

Taehyung swallowed thickly. Of course, Jeongguk would be here. Did he fucking sleep here or something? Why was he always here?

“You've been avoiding me.” Jeongguk stated, not a question.

Taehyung turned away and tried to go into a stall but Jeongguk was faster to block his way. Out of the periphery of his eyes, Taehyung saw Jeongguk gesture something with his right hand and he heard the doors rattle shut. The blonde began to say his last prayers. He was in prison, wasn't he supposed to have a last meal?

“What's your problem, Kim? Your friends been feeding your head with shit? You don't even look at me.”

“Why would I? You think you drug me, score one handjob and suddenly we're friends?”

“Drug you?” Jeongguk's eyes narrowed, “I offered those to you. Have you just learnt that your actions have consequences?”

“Well, fucking excuse me then, Jeon,” Taehyung snapped, “I know now. That's why I won't talk to you anymore. I can take a hint, thank you very much.” Taehyung himself didn't know where all the confidence to speak this way to Jeongguk suddenly came from, knowing how scared he was– also evident by the way he went red in the face after finishing his sentence.

“What hint? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed in frustration, digging the small shiv out from his pocket and thrusting the non-sharp side into Jeongguk's hand, “This. How you and Park threatened me. How you told Park about us so you could use me being gay against me. I got it, I'm sorry, please just leave me alone. I beg you, don't hurt me, I won't come your way again.”

“Are you dense?”

Taehyung was almost appalled, “What?”

“I gave this,” Jeongguk waved the weapon in front of his face, “to you, so you could defend yourself. You don't know shit about prison. I told my men to lay off you but I can't account for any of the other small gangs– it was so you could protect yourself, because honestly you're not too good with your hands and you're too fucking clumsy for your own good.”

Taehyung wanted to make a snarky remark regarding the previous handjob circumstances and him being extraordinary with his hands, but he bit his tongue.

“I can do just fine without your help, Jeon.” He gritted out, stepping around Jeongguk to go and do what he was here for.

Jeongguk thought Taehyung's time would be better spent doing him.

A hand shot out to grip the back of Taehyung's neck, pulling him slack against a wide chest. Before the blonde could get a squeak out, he felt something sharp digging into his throat. The shiv. Jeongguk slightly pressed it in, leaving a small line of red, akin to a cat scratch, in its wake.

“You still think so, Kim?” Jeongguk rasped into his ear, “You believe you can defend yourself without my help? You fight like a girl.” He bit the lobe of his ear meanly and Taehyung whimpered, feeling the brunette smile against the shell of his ear.

“Sound like one too,” Jeongguk spun Taehyung around to grip his face and tilt it to the side lightly, “and you look like one. Fuck, Kim, maybe that's why I like you, ‘cause I'm not fucking gay. I'm not a homo, like you are.”

The blade fell to the ground with a loud clunk and Jeongguk's lips were on Taehyung, and Taehyung was just a man– a weak man who couldn't, for the life of him, act like he wasn't head over heels for the Greek God of a male in front of him.

Jeongguk swiped his tongue over Taehyung's lower lip, pushing in with barely any resistance and licked around his mouth with obscenely wet sounds. Taehyung groaned at the rough treatment, and Jeongguk drank his sounds right up like they were the most exquisite wine.

The brunette's calloused palms found respite on Taehyung's waist, pulling him impossibly closer, not keen on breaking the kiss. Taehyung could feel himself start to run out of breath and he patted Jeongguk's side urgently but his actions were nothing against Jeongguk's strength. The realisation sent a jolt down his spine. Finally, Jeongguk pulled away, pecking Taehyung's lips again for a second.

The blonde looked ruined enough already, lips swollen and spit dripping down his chin. Jeongguk couldn't help the grin on his face.

“Strip quickly, doll. I'm impatient, don't make me wait.”

Taehyung gulped. He was sober now, so everything felt different– he was more aware of his actions and he felt shy now. Jeongguk did not. He clicked his tongue and swooped down on Taehyung, making quick work of ripping his clothes off.

“You know, it would've been better if this,” Jeongguk ran the tip of his index finger down Taehyung's v-line, and circled the head of Taehyung's dick, “wasn't on you. Keeps reminding me you're not actually a girl.” Jeongguk worked the smile off his face with difficulty, trying to replace it with a scowl just to play into his role further and palmed Taehyung.

“So inconvenient, don't you think so?”

Taehyung found himself nodding despite his own good judgement. He would do anything as long as Jeongguk kept touching him like that, a fact Jeongguk caught onto quickly with a devilish grin.

“Oh, you do? Think you'd be better off as a girl?”

Taehyung bit his lip, holding onto Jeongguk's shoulder, “N-no, Jeon… If i was a girl, I wouldn't be the reason y-you realized that, ah fuck, you were a fucking homo. Jus’ like me, Jeon, you're just like me.”

Jeongguk's face soured in an instant. Before he knew it, he had landed a harsh slap on Taehyung's face. He gripped the blonde locks in a fist and tilted Taehyung's head up, his large hand still enveloping Taehyung's dick, “What could've possibly given you the idea that you could talk to me like that, huh? You think I wouldn't slit your throat with that blade there? I gave it to you, I can use it on you. Behave, unless you want it ripping into you.”

Taehyung moaned loudly, almost pornographic in a way that had Jeongguk's eyes bulging. He placed his own hand on top of Jeongguk's, “Ugh, yeah do that again– fuck, it feels so good, why's it fee’ so–”

Laughter genuinely bubbled out of the brunette's mouth now, “Oh, god, you fucking whore,” he bent down slightly, slowly rotating his wrist on Taehyung's tip, “fuck, Kim. I underestimated how much of a dumb and dirty slut you are, shit! I'm threatening you and it's got you leaking all over my fingers. Is there anything in there?” He removed his hand and jabbed two fingers into Taehyung's temple.

Taehyung whined softly, tears springing to his eyes. He grabbed Jeongguk's collar and attempted to place his lips on Jeongguk but the angle at which Jeongguk had his head held by his hair prevented him from doing so.

“Jeongguk, Jeong–Jeongguk pl–please,” he cried out, the last sound elongated, “please, I want you in me. Wan–want you inside me, I need to feel your cock in me, hyung. Hyung–hyung, please, hyung, can't take it anymoh–more, fuck!”

Jeongguk blinked a few times, apparently stupefied by the desperation Taehyung exhibited. He'd never seen anything like it, and he was sure nothing would compare. Perhaps, Jeongguk was gay. He had no problem in accepting it now, accepting it so easily and quickly because Kim fucking Taehyung was begging for his dick.

He wasted no time after that, in shedding his clothes as fast as he possibly could. He pulled Taehyung in for another kiss while he slipped his hand down to grab at his ass. Taehyung moaned into his mouth and laved his tongue over the brunette's lower lip.

“Kim… Kim, I–” Jeongguk separated Taehyung from him enough that the blonde was able to look in his eyes, albeit dazed, “Taehyung. Taehyung, I don't know how to, um– fit my…”

Taehyung's eyes widened in realization, mind clicking into place. Right. Jeongguk had never fucked a man before. “Oh, I– I can do it. I know how to.”

Jeongguk nodded and within the next few minutes, Taehyung was pressed against a wall while Jeongguk kissed down the column of where his ribs protrude out slightly, while he had three of his own fingers in himself, up to the knuckle. It was difficult with nothing but his, more like Jeongguk's, spit to help him out. His legs shook and he could feel his knees cave in, bicep flexing under the strain.

“Doing so fucking good for me, baby. You like being my baby? You're so good for me, Tae-yah, the best. Jus’ like a proper fucking whore.” Jeongguk tongued along the man's neck, licking a stripe up to his earlobe which he bit teasingly, kissing the red indent afterwards. Taehyung groaned softly and brought a hand up to Jeongguk's jaw, turning it towards himself and crashing their lips together. Their tongues flitted around messily and Taehyung felt as if he was high again.

“I'm ready, c'mon, fuck me already,” Taehyung whined, pulling away, removing his fingers and gasping for breath, while holding his legs apart. Jeongguk couldn't help the smirk that crawled onto his face.

“So needy. We've barely just started, Kim. Let hyung have a little fun, hm?” Jeongguk grinned his signature smile that screamed nothing but danger and lowered himself to the floor.

Taehyung stood still, a little confused, his fingers still gripping his thighs to spread them. Jeongguk inched closer and licked a long, wet stripe up Taehyung's inner thigh until his teeth caught onto the blonde's rim, teasingly. Taehyung himself wouldn't believe that the moan that just resounded in the room came from him, but looking at Jeongguk's smug and satisfied expression before he ducked his head again was proof enough.

The blonde writhed and Jeongguk began to catch onto his little gestures that indicated he wasn't to last much longer, so he took matters into his own hands – literally, by slapping Taehyung's hands away and gripping his thighs himself to spread it.

Eating a man's ass wasn't an unwelcome, although unfamiliar, experience. He had heard about it feeling really good from Jimin when they would sneak each other a blowjob sometimes. It was not too different from cunniligus with a woman, he assumed, and he had performed oral sex with tons of women before, so he didn't want to overstate himself and say he was good at it but Taehyung's groans would back that up well.

Taehyung, after getting his hands moved out of the way, resorted to holding Jeongguk down by his hair in a soft but firm grip. He didn't even realise how strong his hold was, too lost in the pleasure. Soon, his toes began to curl and he cried out, not even trying to be quiet by this point, as cum spurted out from his dick that was laying untouched and red.

Jeongguk stood up, then, and wiped the side of his lips. To be completely honest, he was reeling at the sight of Taehyung so debauched and gorgeous, reddened like he had spent hours in the sun, but he had an image to keep up.

So, he wrestled a look of indignation onto his face and grabbed Taehyung by his neck, to which the older man gave a small squeak. “Aren't you the most ungrateful little thing ever? Taehyung-ie, remind me what you call me again.”

Taehyung opened his mouth to speak just as Jeongguk tightened his grip, resulting in just a blow of air streaming past Taehyung's lips. Jeongguk raised his eyebrow in question, fighting a laugh, loosening his fingers slightly.

“Hyu–” the blonde collapsed into a fit of wheezes as Jeongguk once again cut his air supply off effectively. He whined now, nose red and tears welling in his eyes before he finally managed to whisper out, “Hyung.”

Jeongguk kissed his teeth, “Took so goddamn long to speak one word. Getting your ass ate has got you so dumb, hasn't it?” Taehyung wanted to protest but Jeongguk continued talking, “Hyung, yeah, so shouldn't you ask your hyung before doing something, before doing anything?”

He emphasized the last word by using his other hand to pinch the base of Taehyung's dick, which finally got the tears to start flowing freely. Jeongguk would've been startled if Taehyung wasn't so blatantly turned on.

“Next time,” the brunette spoke into Taehyung's ear, “you even think about cumming without asking for my permission first, I'll stop this all and walk away. You know I would.”

Taehyung wished he had evidence to refute the last statement.

Jeongguk seemed satisfied with his silence for now so he made quick work of spitting in his palm and swiping at his cock. Taehyung, getting the hint, started to lower himself to kneel on the floor before Jeongguk shook his head and stopped him.

“I was just gonna suck y– oh, no,” Taehyung's eyes widened in realisation, “no, no, Jeongguk, I can't, it's too much… I can't take any more.”

Jeongguk raised his eyebrow again, caging the older man against the wall as he shushed him by kissing along his cheekbone, “Yes you can, baby, c'mon. You didn't think our fun would end right after you came, did you? So selfish, Taehyung. Let me make myself feel good too, yeah? Haven't gotten my dick in something in a while.”

Jeongguk began to slowly push in, egged on by the soft gasps and whimpers Taehyung let out.

He huffed out a small chuckle, “Remember how you said I drugged you?” the brunette was thrusting shallowly now, as if testing out the waters, “I can take you however and whenever I want, Taehyung-ah, you're so fucking weak.”

Jeongguk placed Taehyung's right leg onto his shoulder and Taehyung moaned loudly at the display of strength; he was now getting the hang of it, as seen by the sharp, calculated way in which he was moving his hips, hitting Taehyung's prostate spot on.

“I don't have to drug you to take advantage of you,” the words sent a shiver down Taehyung's spine but he wasn't sure if it was right to feel aroused by that, “and it wouldn't even have to come to that. Why? Cause I'm not a weird psycho who does shit like that, and cause you are so fucking desperate for my cock.”

“Yes, yes, fuck, I am.” Taehyung sighed out, voice barely above a whisper but Jeongguk heard it all the same, “so go–g–oh, lord, fuck, good, so good to me, I'm gonna cum, can I cum?”

Jeongguk stopped moving and Taehyung groaned his disapproval, trying to rock his hips back before Jeongguk held him back, “Already? Fuck, Kim, you're so amusing. Two in a row without my hands anywhere near your pathetic dick, and that too so fast.”

Then, suddenly, Jeongguk gripped the base of Taehyung's dick, “Think you deserve it, though?”

Taehyung started to cry earnestly, “Yes, please, please, Jeon– hyung, please. Please, let me cum, been so good for you, been a nice warm hole for you, please? Please hyung, please–” his eyes shone up at the brunette.

Jeongguk was just a man, after all. He removed his hand and began to fuck Taehyung again, deep and hard, “God, Taehyung-yah, you're so fucking desperate, it would be disgusting if you weren't so pretty. You sh–should be thankful for this gorgeous fucking face.” He groaned as he began to reach his climax too.

Taehyung's eyes looked spacey as he stared at Jeongguk with a fascinated expression, “Hyung,” he moaned out, “hyung? You're clean, right?”

Jeongguk, too busy chasing his orgasm, simply nodded instead of dignifying the question with words.

“Want you to cum in me. Wanna– wanna be filthy and, oh fuck, messy cause of you, please– please, shit, cum inside.”

Who was Jeongguk to refuse? He drilled in a few more times before cumming inside Taehyung and eventually, collapsing on him with a bite to his neck. Taehyung came just a few seconds after with Jeongguk on top him and his name on the tip of his tongue, along with lots of murmured ‘thank you’s.

Did that really just fucking happen?

Maybe Taehyung could get used to prison life.

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