PRISONERS [Taekook]

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  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" A thug groans, menacingly stomping towards Taehyung.

"Mind telling your minion to step away? I'm trying to light my cigarette here." Taehyung smiles, not bothering to look away from Jungkook.

The thug's face flares a deep red, and he clenches his fists so hard they turn white. He's about to smash his fucking face in, everyone knows it, but before any of that could happen, Jungkook flings an arm in front of him and the thug stops all movement.

The young man doesn't speak. His confident expression from earlier falters for just a second, merging into one of slight surprise, before his face hardens again. Calmly, he lifts up a hand towards one of the prisoners around him, and the latter pulls a lighter out of his pocket to place it in his palm.

Jungkook flicks the flint wheel, and Taehyung leans down again, cigarette in his mouth as he pulls the smoke in while the flame burns the tip of the stick. His eyes don't leave Jungkook's, not one second, their faces are merely inches away as he breathes out the smoke on Jungkook's lips. The dark-haired man gasps, gaze never looking away from the beautiful orbs staring at him almost challengingly. It's like he's daring him, like they're playing a game of who's eyes will falter first.

His thugs hold their breath, paralyzed as they expect an order to beat up the damn guy anytime.

But that order never comes.

"Yard time is over. All prisoners must go back to their respective blocks." A voice informs through the speakers placed at every corner of the yard.

"Thanks." Taehyung whispers.

Slowly, he stands back up, traps the cigarette between his lips before slipping his hands into his pockets.

And just like that, he walks away.

Silence. All prisoners are starting to evacuate the yard, but Jungkook and his thugs are just sitting in place, immobile and silent, for a few seconds.

Suddenly, Jungkook stands up, followed by the prisoners surrounding him. He throws the lighter back to its owner, who catches it in flight.

"I need a meeting with officer Jung. Right now." Jungkook commands.

Immediately, one of his minions dashes out of the yard to find the officer.

Taehyung enters his block, noticing the same guard from earlier standing in front of his cell with a stack of papers in hand. Officer Kim Namjoon, if he remembers the information Seokjin gave him.

"Whole prison's calling you Gucci boy now, you know?" Namjoon chuckles, his lovable dimples showing again.

"Good." Taehyung replies, approaching him. He points to the paperwork in Namjoon's hands. "What's this?"

"Visitation forms, study and activity wishes, a form you'll give to your assigned counselor, another one for the meals - if you've got any kind of diet you need to follow due to religious beliefs or something else, whether or not you'd like to attend church meetings, basically just a shitload of info you need to give back before tomorrow." Namjoon explains and follows Taehyung into his cell, placing the papers on the desk.

Taehyung notices a little head peeking out the top bunk that wasn't there earlier. The  head rises, revealing a face Taehyung doesn't recognize. He looks young, very young, eighteen at most, and his cheerful expression makes him seem really out of place. Kid like that doesn't belong in a prison, he'd fit better on a playground.