Kim Taehyung is sent to one of the most ruthless and inhumane prisons in the world, where death, lurks like a shadow.
His punishment doesn't fit the crime, but angering some powerful people can get you locked up and tossed away like trash. However...
Hi guys so I decided to try writing a VKook fanfic because I thought why not?
And because I ship it....
Anyway hope whoever ends up on here enjoys.
This is also unedited so there will be mistakes and as a first draft may have plot holes. When I finish I may go back over it...If I'm not lazy.
Lastly, I dedicate this to all the crazy Army's out there, this one, is for you guys.
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Yup I wasn't going to last.
The bus continued to jostle us around like we were sailors on a ship. I grasped the sides of my seat tightly, not wanting to bump into the big guy next to me. A part of me wanted to say hi, and maybe befriend him so when we arrived at the prison, I would at least have a friend. Only the look on his face told me that speaking to him would put me in the ground.
He didn't exactly look approachable anyway. The man had so many tattoos on his face I was tempted to poke them and ask if it hurt when he got them done. With the little self-control I did have, I managed not to and looked out the window.
My stomach flipped as we approached. I was utterly terrified and annoyed. I mean the big guy next to me was hogging the seat coming onto my side, not to mention he smelled like cigarettes and liquor. I wonder if he decided to get completely wasted before he was sent to prison.
The sound of clinking metal also irritated me, the consistent sound driving me a little crazy. The handcuffs around my wrists were also starting to chafe, the officer had done it up way too tight. It made me wonder how my hands hadn't turned purple and fallen off yet.
Soon enough, we arrived.
The large and utterly disgusting building came into view. My heart rate spiked as the bus pulled in front of the prison.
Ashwell Max Security Prison.
The most hellish and nightmarish prison in the country. The death rate for the prison was high and it was rumoured that most people with life sentences didn't even make it past five years. It'd be miracle if anyone lasted more than a year in that cesspit. Stabbings were high, getting raped was high and dying was high on the list of things that happened in the prison. Only the most despicable people ended up here.
So yes, I was definitely going to die.
That was if I was lucky. The worst thing to happen would be getting butt raped in there. I shuddered at the thought, thinking to myself how to make friends so they could look out for me. There was no way I could take on any of these guys sitting in the bus with me. Maybe one guy, the skinny crack addict in the back but that was about it. These guys looked like they could bench press five of me on each arm.
