PRISONERS [Taekook]

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"Yoongi, no!" Jimin suddenly shouts, slamming his fist on the desk and it has Yoongi practically jumping out of his chair like a scared animal.

He watches, wide-eyed, as Jimin flares up in a way he'd never seen before, worry deeply etched in his stare like a curse as he reaches for the inmate's hands and holds them. He seems to realize what he'd just done a tad too late, but doesn't cower away and keeps his hands warmly wrapped around Yoongi's.

"Please just... Yoongi, please, think about it. If you go through with this she also won't be able to be there for the... for the..."

Jimin trails off, hands tightening around his, eyes trained on the older man's deep black irises trying desperately to speak to him without words. He accidentally lets out more than he would've liked to, because he's not reacting like a counselor trying to put some sense into an inmate. He cares, he cares so fucking much it hurts and he feels it in every fiber of his being, he feels his heart and soul beating together in unison at a pace that tears through him from head to toe and it shows.

It shows so much it tips him over the edge and there's nothing but a quietly muttered "fuck" before Jimin's leaning in, lips getting impossibly close to Yoongi's warm mouth, wanting nothing more than to kiss him breathless.

It's not like they imagined, their lips don't crash together in a lust-driven passion. They're just stuck there, both unable to move. Goosebumps quickly litter their skin, and as they stare at each other's eyes, they realize their breaths are coming out in short pants.

It's going to destroy them. They know it.

It's why when Jimin gathers up the strength to lean in a little more, a firm hand on his chest stops him in his tracks. Only then does he see that there's a bitter smile on Yoongi's lips, that he looks so torn it makes something stir in Jimin's chest.

"I think it's kind of funny," the inmate speaks, voice trembling and cracking at every word, "how every single person in this prison is a fucking criminal. There are just people who got caught and people who didn't."

Jimin pauses, still in disbelief of the mistake he was just about to make, but his attention quickly shifts to the words coming out of the inmate's mouth.

"What are you saying?"

"Jiminie... Don't you see it? That male nurse has probably killed more people than the convicted murderers in this prison. The other nurses know there's something going on, and they're keeping their mouths shut. The guards are all Jeon Jungkook's little puppies except for Kim Namjoon, but he himself is no better after he threw me under the bus for his own fucking benefit. I'm not telling you anything about Jung, because I actually believe he might straighten up... That lunch lady? Boy, I've lost count of the times I've seen her spit or even piss in our food. As for you..."

Thin strands of blonde hair fall on Yoongi's eyes as he leans on the desk, finger pointing at Jimin's face, a bitter smile still plastered on his pink lips.

"You are attracted to an inmate."

His finger barely touches the tip of Jimin's nose but it's enough to litter goosebumps across the therapist's skin. Jimin tries to think, does the best he can to find a way out of this, but he just comes to the conclusion that there isn't. He tried to kiss him a minute ago. There's no point in denying it. Jimin just sighs, dark eyes staring at the man before him.

"Attraction isn't a crime. It's a perfectly natural reaction," he simply replies, as academically as possible.

"Maybe," the inmate breathes out before getting out of his seat and leaning even closer, body bent over the wooden desk until his face is all the way across it and merely an inch away from Jimin's face. "But the things you want me to do to you are."