{REALLY sorry I had to cut the watermark and part of the image for it to be centered on their faces! All credits go to the amazing @/hisasihun on Twitter, check their incredible edits! I hope this isn't a problem, if it is please DM me and I'll change the cover.}
Jungkook watches the flame flicker and cast a soft golden glow on Taehyung's skin as he lights up his cigarette. He's got both hands on the older man's hips, thumb drawing circles on the exposed tan skin. Taehyung's straddling him, and though only a few moments earlier they were fully clothed and kissing heatedly, it quickly escalated to desperate grinding and now Taehyung looks fucking surreal with his entire body rid of every piece of clothing. Jungkook's still dressed, though his pants are pushed down to his knees. There's lube dribbling down Taehyung's thighs from when Jungkook prepped him earlier, fingers fast and rough, breathing raggedly as Taehyung stroked his dick to hardness. Taehyung's ass is now hovering right above his cellmate's cock, stretched and wet, and the latter feels like he's going to lose his mind if Taehyung makes him wait one more second.
"Hurry the fuck up. I can't believe you're making me wait just to light up a cig." Jungkook whines, digging his thumbs deeper into Taehyung's hipbones.
"Patience, baby." Taehyung chuckles, taking a drag out of his now lit cigarette and tossing the lighter aside. "I like smoking when I'm getting fucked. Two of my favorite things at once."
"You're impossible, I swea-- ah," Jungkook groans when Taehyung finally - finally - sinks down on his cock, hips rolling and making his faint muscles ripple under tan skin. "Tae."
Taehyung gasps and moans at the sting of the stretch. He holds onto the edge of the top bunk's cold bed frame with his free hand, pulling and pushing himself up and down Jungkook's length without losing his balance. He eases the smoke out of his lungs with every breathy moan he lets out, he loves the feeling of Jungkook's cock inside him because he's so big and thick and the sensation of being filled up that well is one he hasn't felt in a while.
The expression of pure bliss on Jungkook's face also plays a big part in Taehyung's pleasure, because he looks so good and needy. It's so easy to manipulate him with sex, to make him pliant and obedient when he's fucking him, because Jeon Jungkook's a victim to his desires, Taehyung notices, and he's certain it's what got him in here in the first place.
Still riding him enthusiastically, Taehyung leans down and breathes out smoke on Jungkook's lips in that manner he loathes, but the younger man doesn't say anything, he just stares up at him with lust-drunk eyes and puckered lips parted around sweet moans.
"You're so pretty like this, so good for me." Taehyung simpers, voice strained due to the bursts of heat building up in his stomach every time he fucks himself down on the man's cock.
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, trying to look intimidating but failing miserably because Taehyung's tight and wet around him and it's too damn good.
"S-Shit. Why is it that even with you riding me I still feel like I-I'm the one getting fucked?"
"Because, baby," Taehyung takes all of the man's dick deep inside him and starts rolling his hips in small circles, staring right into Jungkook's dazed eyes. "I'm in complete control of you. Your little power play is over."
"Over my fucking dead body." The younger man spits, though he bucks his hips up to try and bury himself deeper into Taehyung. "You don't have any power over me."
"Really?"
Taehyung straightens up, holding onto the top bunk above him again, and suddenly starts bouncing on his cock fast and hard until the man's a writhing, moaning mess under him, slurring what sounds like what he knows of his name. A satisfied grin appears on Taehyung's face as he inhales around his cigarette, though he almost chokes on the smoke when the tip of Jungkook's dick hits his sweet spot perfectly. Taehyung chuckles, snatching his lower lip between his teeth as he groans low in his throat from the wonderful throbs the sex is sending to shake his body whole.
Jungkook's eyes are glazed over in delight, half-lidded, cheeks pink and lips kiss-swollen and wrapped in a shiny coat of spit, his hair is disheveled and sprawled out over his eyes and on the bed, he looks utterly and thoroughly wrecked and it's an image Taehyung doesn't hesitate to capture in his mind.
"God, you look pretty damn powerless to me right now. It's a nice view."
"Fuck you." Jungkook grits out.
"Yeah," Taehyung whimpers. "Yeah, fuck me."
He takes a deep drag, knocks the ashes off the tip of the stick carelessly on the cell floor, and leans in to lick into Jungkook's mouth, passing him the minty cloud of thin smoke. Jungkook has never really taken a liking to cigarettes, but at the moment he feels too good to complain, so he inhales deeply before raking his fingers through Taehyung's hair and kissing him silly.
Taehyung's lips taste almost as bittersweet as the way he makes Jungkook feel.
Hoseok is a little startled by the ragged breaths and loud sounds of skin slapping coming from cell one as he enters block J, seen as mandatory classes haven't ended yet. He decides to ignore it the best he can as he hurriedly skips past cell one towards cell five, and doesn't really bother thinking about why the door is closed before he pushes it open and enters the cell with fiery determination in his eyes.
That determination melts into a puddle of nothingness, however, when he is met with the back of a lithe body dressed in nothing but uninterrupted porcelain skin, droplets of water detaching from the tips of his damp mint locks before rolling down his skin. On the floor, a used towel pools around his bare feet.
It's only when the man cranes his neck to look back at him with a bored, exasperated expression that Hoseok snaps back to reality and realizes what he just walked in on.
"I-- Sorry, I'm--" Hoseok stutters, trying to find the words and focus on the prisoner's face rather than anything below it.
"What the fuck do you want?" Yoongi sighs, crouching down to grab his towel and wrap it around his waist. "Here to brag about how good Jimin feels? 'Cause if so keep it to yourself, I don't wanna--"
"No," Hoseok interrupts him, mustering up the courage to step forward now that Yoongi is partially covered. "No, I'm here to apologize."
Yoongi chuckles bitterly. "Apologize," he repeats. "How cute."
"I understand that you have feelings for Jimin, don't you? Is that why you hate me?"
Yoongi rolls his eyes, reaching out to shut the cell door before walking slowly towards his desk where a clean, neatly folded uniform rests.
"I don't hate you. That's too much effort, you're not worth something as strong as hating." Yoongi says, unwrapping his towel and once again dropping it to the floor, before grabbing a pair of briefs provided by the prison and pulling them on. "And if by feelings you mean Jimin's the only person on this planet I genuinely give a fuck about, then yeah. I have feelings for him."
Hoseok watches the blue uniform engulf Yoongi's thin frame as he puts on the pants and shirt. He's practically swimming in it, though Hoseok is certain that there are uniforms his size. It's like he's trying to make himself as invisible as possible, not only by blending in with most prisoners by wearing the uniform, but also by burying himself in large clothing so that nothing in him particularly strikes anyone's interest.
The only extravagant thing is the hair.
"Look, um... Agust D? I'm sorry if you had anything going on with Jimin. But I'm sure you're aware of the dating policies, you've been in this prison longer than me. You were putting Jimin's career in danger, he could've been in serious trouble if anyone found out. Prison employees are in no way allowed to date inmates."
"Nor are they allowed to smuggle and sell drugs to them, but look at you go." Yoongi bites, and Hoseok tenses at the sting of his words.
He gulps, "I have my reasons."
"Yeah? I know exactly what they are, I've seen plenty of guards like you in the past. Fuckers who start working at this prison to get filthy rich just 'cause they know the prisoners have the means to pay them a shitload of money to do them some favors."
"Listen, you can think whatever you want, I just came here to try and clear things up. I'm sorry about whatever you and Jimin had going on. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way. Accept my apology or not, that's your business, I did what I had to do." Hoseok says sternly, gaze hard and posture straight in front of the smaller man.
Yoongi plops down on his bed, not bothering to button up his dark blue shirt. He ruffles his own hair, letting water drops fly out of the mint strands. His lips are red and pouty, his nose and cheeks shade of candy pink from the shower. He then looks up at Hoseok with a soft smile on his face.
"He's making you stronger." Yoongi says and Hoseok stares at him questioningly. "Jiminie. He gives you confidence, doesn't he?"
"I... I guess."
Yoongi chuckles. "It's what he does. Even with people he doesn't counsel his therapist side always comes out. Jimin doesn't judge people. He cheers you up, makes you feel better in your skin, and it's what makes it ridiculously easy to fall for him."
Hoseok eyes the man before him. He notices a small butterfly tattoo on his bare chest, and tears his gaze away from it when he's caught staring. Yoongi buttons up his shirt, though he doesn't bother to hide the amused smile that stretches across his features.
"I'm not a teenager, Jung. I'm grown enough to be happy for the person I love when they find someone even if it doesn't benefit me." Yoongi speaks softly, calm and composed.
Hoseok's eyes widen, and he can't help but protest. "You don't need to be a teenager to be jealous. You're allowed to want someone for yourself."
"I'm not allowed anything in this shithole." Yoongi laughs bitterly, gums showing as his smile stretches wide. "But you know what? It's okay. I'm used to being stripped off of everything I've ever wanted."
Hoseok's heart tightens in his chest. He doesn't really know what to say, and he has no idea why he feels sympathy for the man before him when he probably hates him. Maybe it's the empty look in his eyes, maybe it's the way he smiles but it's so bitter it makes Hoseok feel worse than if he was crying, maybe it's the fact despite not knowing him properly he's never seen Agust D as giddy and excited as when he visited Jimin.
Maybe it's because Hoseok knew this man already had nothing and now, because of him, he might have even less than that.
"I'm sorry." Hoseok says, again.
"Stop apologizing, for fuck's sake, are you really a guard?" Yoongi sighs, exasperated. He breathes and recollects himself. "Just... Just take care of him, okay? You look like a nice guy, but you're too fucking naive. Stay away from trouble. Stop that whole drug shit. I've cried countless times in Jimin's office and I don't ever, ever want it to be the other way around, you hear me?"
"I... I'll try."
"No, not try. You're stopping. I swear to god if I ever see you smuggling in anything again even if it's a fucking teddy bear, I'll break your bones one by one."
Hoseok shivers at the threat and he gulps, avoiding the inmate's deadly glare. Despite him being smaller and thinner, he doesn't look like he's someone to be fucked with. He considers his words and decides that yes, he's not wrong, if Hoseok's going to date Jimin he needs to get his shit together. He can't risk involving Jimin in this, especially when he could lose his job and even get arrested for it.
He just needs to find a way.
"I'll take care of Jimin. I promise." Hoseok affirms, eyes daring to meet Yoongi's dark ones.
Yoongi's lips curl into a smile and for the first time, it's a soft, gentle one, pink pouty lips not forming a bitter and mocking grin but genuinely beaming at the officer. His eyes wrinkle and form little crescents. He looks younger. Prettier.
He looks hopeful.
"Seokjin."
The tall man's gaze shoots up from where it was fixated on the sauce he was busy stirring, movements of his hand falling still when his eyes meet the officer's.
"Officer Kim." Seokjin says, lifting up his wooden spoon with a smile. "Want a taste?"
Namjoon eyes the spoon for a second and his first instinct is to lean forward because he has to admit, Seokjin's food always smells delicious. No wonder so many people choose culinary for their activities, Seokjin's food is exquisite compared to the meals they serve at the cafeteria.
"No, thank you." Namjoon refuses reluctantly. "I actually need to talk to you."
"Yeah?"
Seokjin leaves his wooden spoon in the bowl and straightens up, giving Namjoon his full attention. The officer's eyes roam around the room, glancing at the numerous inmates busying themselves with the cooking or unsubtly stealing bites from the food, but despite their distraction, Namjoon still deemed them to be much too close for his liking.
"In private." Namjoon says firmly.
Immediately, Seokjin's expression darkens and he peels off his plastic gloves and hair net before stepping away from the table and walking out of the room alongside Namjoon.
Once they're out of sight and away from curious ears, Seokjin starts feeling nervous when Namjoon still doesn't speak. The silence grows heavy, and he ends up breaking it first.
"Look, if this is about the medical supplies I already told you I'm not--"
"It's not about that. Look, I need you to keep an eye on Agust D." The guard interrupts him.
Seokjin arches an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I think he... might not be in a very good state of mind from now on."
"I thought he was getting better since he started seeing Doctor Park Jimin?"
Namjoon cringes. "That's the thing. Park and Jung have a... thing going on and there's a good chance it might work between them. I don't think Agust D's gonna like that very much."
"Park and Jung are dating?" Seokjin chuckles. "That's surprising."
"You better not gossip."
"You know I never do!" Seokjin protests, offended, but loses the attitude when he sees Namjoon's knowing eyes and meaningful dimpled smile. "Okay, maybe sometimes, but I'd never gossip about something you'd tell me."
Namjoon sighs. "Just make sure Agust D doesn't... y'know."
"Try to kill himself again?"
Seokjin purses his lips at Namjoon's pained expression as the guard looks away, shameful. He reaches for the man's shoulder and gives him a comforting squeeze before stroking it soothingly.
"It's not your fault. You did what you thought was right."
The officer's eyes widen and he looks somewhat funny when he's surprised, eyebrows raised high and face becoming a little child-like. Seokjin can't help the smile that creeps on his lips at the sight of the guard's usually collected and expressionless facade cracking for a second.
"You know?" Namjoon asks, and those two words hold more meaning than they should.
"That trial made the headlines. I wasn't in prison at the time, and I like to stay informed. So yeah, I know. Min Yoongi's case was an unfair one."
"It was," the younger man says, head hung low. "It really was."
"That's why you took this job, didn't you? To take care of Min and help him out to get rid of the guilt?" Seokjin drops his arm back down, leaning against the wall.
"You know a lot of things, don't you?"
Seokjin chuckles bitterly. "Yeah. Unfortunately."
It's dinner time and Taehyung is sitting with a bright, youthful red-haired boy as usual. Donghyuk's excitedly shoveling food into his mouth, not complaining one bit despite it being a little more disgusting than usual, and he's happily talking about his upcoming session with his counselor where they'll discuss his possible early release.
"Apparently," Donghyuk swallows a big chunk of food before immediately replacing it and speaking with his mouth full. It would've been annoying if he wasn't so endearing. "There's a chance it might be a matter of weeks. I normally have four more months in this place. I can't believe there's a chance I might be leaving in a few weeks. My counselor should tell me tonight. I'm excited."
"I'm happy for you, kid." Taehyung says and he's genuinely happy. He ruffles the boy's hair and sees a blush creep on his cheeks. "Call me as soon as you get the news, hm? Your number's been authorized, the line's unblocked between our phones now."
"I will, hyung!" Donghyuk grins, a bit of basil stuck between his teeth that makes Taehyung laugh softly. "What's funny?"
Taehyung gestures towards the middle of his teeth. "Basil."
Donghyuk flushes ten shades of red, face almost matching his hair as he shyly picks out the basil with his plastic fork. "Thanks."
Before Taehyung can reply, there's a presence behind him and then someone's caging him between their arms, face nuzzled in his neck and nibbling at the skin. He doesn't need to look to recognize the strong smell of soap and the dark, tousled strands of dark brown hair tickling the exposed parts of his skin. That, and the fact Donghyuk suddenly stiffens at the sight of the newcomer, stilling completely, and Taehyung knows only one man in this prison can cause that kind of reaction.
"Jungkook." Taehyung whispers, a smile appearing on his face as he instinctively takes his fingers through the man's soft hair.. "There are children."
"I-I'm eighteen, actually--" Donghyuk stammers.
"I don't give a fuck." Jungkook interrupts him, biting hard between Taehyung's neck and shoulder until he gets a groan out of him. "Why do you always sit with him?"
"Cause he's a nice kid. I like him." Taehyung chuckles, craning his neck to look at Jungkook. "Are you jealous?"
"Of a kid?" Jungkook scoffs, looking up and glaring at Donghyuk in a way that makes him break out in cold sweat. "Of this kid? I don't think so."
"What's the matter with this kid? Did-" Taehyung questions but is abruptly cut off by his cellmate's lips crashing on his, licking into his mouth hotly until he sucks the oxygen out of his lungs.
Donghyuk averts his eyes, staring down at his plate in silence. He can only hear Taehyung pant once the kiss breaks and they gasp for air, then mumbled words from Jungkook that sound vaguely like "come with me".
Then he's alone.