⚠️ Warnings & Disclaimer

Straight Me contains:

• Dark MM romance

• Morally grey character

• Possessive and obsessive behavior

• Power imbalance between characters

• Emotional manipulation and psychological tension

• Emotional distress

• Explicit sexual content and dominance/submission dynamics

• Cheating (not between the main characters)

• The story is fast-paced and intense.

• One character initially identifies as straight and is in a relationship outside prison.

Reader Note:

This is a work of fiction exploring dark and intense themes. The relationship dynamics are not meant to represent healthy real-life relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

Jungkook's mom used to tell him that one day his face would get him into trouble.

It looked like that day had finally come.

Keeping his eyes down, Jungkook followed the guard to his cell, feeling uneasy and strange in his new overalls. Like a criminal.

Jungkook almost laughed at himself. He was a criminal now, after having been sentenced to a year in prison for driving under the influence and injuring another person. It had been an accident, but no one cared. Well, he did, and Cecily-his girlfriend-did, too, and his mom had cried when the sentence was read out.

Jungkook swallowed, remembering his mom's crushed expression. She had looked so small and old all of a sudden, and it was his fault. She always worried too much about him.

He pushed the thought away, trying to ignore the other prisoners leering as he walked by. They were shouting obscenities that made his stomach twist into knots and bile rise to his throat.

He hoped it wasn't obvious how scared he was. He wasn't exactly skinny and short-he was taller than average, and he had some decent muscles-but he was nowhere near as big as some of those guys. They were built like tanks.

Truth be told, Jungkook was scared shitless, and once again, he wanted to kick himself for getting drunk and ending up in this mess. When he got out of here, he would never, ever get drunk again-if he got out of here at all. He'd be sharing his cell with someone who was most likely stronger, tougher, and meaner than he was-with a real criminal.

The guard shoved him into the cell. The door closed and locked behind him with a loud and somehow unsympathetic click.

Jungkook wet his lips, eyeing his cellmate.

The guy was lying on the bottom bunk, his eyes closed, so Jungkook took the opportunity to study him. He was tall and well-built. Dark, slightly curly hair, crooked nose, thick eyebrows, naturally tanned skin.

He looked almost Hispanic, but not quite. He was probably around thirty, maybe thirty-five at most.

"You done ogling me?" the guy said, without opening his eyes.

Jungkook flinched. "Um, yeah. Sorry."

"The top bunk is mine."

"I'm Jungkook."

Jungkook wanted to ask why he was lying in his bunk, then, but he had to bite his tongue. Being a smart-ass was probably not a good idea.

The guy opened his eyes. They were deep brown and oddly intense. His gaze swept over Jungkook before lingering on his mouth.

"Nice to meet you, Jungkook. How well do you suck dick?"

Jungkook flushed and stepped back. Shit. "I'm straight."

The guy lifted his eyebrows, looking vaguely amused. "Everyone's straight here, Blue Eyes."

"I have a girlfriend!"

The guy looked unimpressed. "Most of us have wives and girlfriends back home." He got out of the bunk..

A predator. He seemed like a predator.

His heart in his throat, Jungkook jtook another step back.

But instead of molesting him, the guy stretched his hand out for a handshake. "I'm Taehyung."

Taken aback, Jungkook shook the hand warily.

"It's probably been a long day for you," Taehyung said. "Go to sleep. Nobody wanders around during the night."

"Yeah, okay," Jungkook said, immensely relieved.

The guy had probably been just joking when he said that stuff about sucking his dick.

Of course he was joking.

"I'm not going to fuck you tonight," Taehyung said. "Goodnight."

Jungkook blinked. "What the-? You aren't fucking me, dude!"

Taehyung smiled. It was a surprisingly nice smile, his teeth white and even. He stepped closer to him until they were not even an inch apart.

Jungkook swallowed, acutely aware that the guy was taller than him and much wider in the shoulders.

"Let's cut to the chase," Taehyung said softly, looking him in the eye. "I'm going to fuck you. It's going to happen, and you'd better get used to the idea. You're lucky you're with me. I won't hurt you, I won't force myself on you, and I'll protect you from others-if you suck my dick well. Believe me, other guys won't be as nice as me."

"If you aren't going to force me, it's not happening," Jungkook said, trying to keep his voice firm. "Sorry, but I'm really straight. I have a girlfriend I love."

For some reason, that made Taehyung chuckle. "You're lucky it's boring as hell here and I love a good challenge."

Before Jungkook could say anything, Taehyung climbed onto the top bunk. Soon, he started snoring softly.

Jungkook stood still, staring at nothing for a long time.

He barely slept that night.

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The next morning came all too soon for his liking.

But it wasn't as bad as Jungkook had expected-and feared.

The day passed normally enough. Yeah, he was ogled at and groped more than he had ever been in his life, but it wasn't that bad. No one tried to attack him. No one tried... anything else.

When his work day was over, it was shower time-something he'd been dreading all day.

Once in the showers, Jungkook didn't know which way to turn. He didn't want other inmates to ogle his dick, but he didn't want to turn his back to anyone, either.

So he washed, awkwardly shifting and turning. There were guys groping each other and some doing more than that, but the guards didn't seem interested in stopping them as long as it seemed mostly consensual.

And even if it wasn't,, they didn't seem all that eager to do anything. There was a big guy in the opposite corner forcing his dick down another guy's throat.

Jungkook tried hard not to look that way. His heart beat so fast he thought he was going to be sick.

He saw many other guys eyeing him with obvious interest, but no one tried anything.

Jungkook suspected that it had something to do with Taehyung, who stayed close to him, silent and stony-faced.

Deciding that no one was going to attack him, Jungkook relaxed a bit.

It was a mistake.

Halfway through the shower, he felt it: a hand on his ass.

Jungkook froze and then looked at Taehyung. "Keep your hands to yourself," he hissed. He knew better than to make a scene.

Jungkook might not know much about prison hierarchy, but he knew enough. He knew Taehyung would have to demonstrate who was in charge here if Jungkook made him look weak.

Taehyung looked at him calmly, his dark eyes unreadable. "I need to show everyone that you're mine," he said quietly. "If I don't, other guys will get ideas. You don't want that, do you?"

Jungkook glared at him, but as much as he hated it, the guy was right. If he had to choose between being considered his cellmate's plaything and being gangbanged, he knew what he would choose.

So he didn't move away, letting Taehyung keep a proprietary hand on his butt. His face was probably bright red-it was a huge blow to his masculinity. He wondered if this was how women felt when men objectified them.

When shower time was finally over, he shook Taehyung's hand off, dressed, and walked back to the cell quickly.

Taehyung didn't return immediately.

When he did, Jungkook tensed involuntarily, gripping the book he was trying -and failing-to read.

"Relax, Pouty Lips," Taehyung said with a snort.

"Don't call me that."

"I'll call you whatever I want."

Jungkook felt a surge of helpless anger, but he said nothing. Truth be told, Taehyung unnerved him. He was different from other inmates: quiet and intense in a strange way.

He didn't raise his voice, he didn't boast like other inmates did, but from what Jungkook had seen that day, Taehyung seemed well respected, even feared.

"What are you in here for?" Jungkook asked, unable to suppress his curiosity.

"Killed eight people at a mall," Taehyung said, looking him in the eyes.

Jungkook blinked. "You're joking, right?"

Taehyung made a shrugging gesture that could be interpreted either way.

Jungkook really hoped he was joking.

"How old are you?" Taehyung said suddenly.

"Twenty-three."

Taehyung studied him for several moments before getting into his bunk.

What a strange guy

Days passed by, and the prison life was nothing like Jungkook imagined.

For one thing, it was far more boring than he'd ever thought. He couldn't do anything he wanted. Everything he did was controlled and regulated, and it started slowly driving him mad.

Sometimes it got so boring he felt like he had to do something drastic just to escape the monotony. Now he could understand why there was so much violence in prison: people had to entertain themselves. It scared him that he was starting to relate to those criminals.

The other inmates mostly left him alone, but Jungkook had no delusions about that. He saw the looks other men gave him.

He was blond, blue-eyed and too damn "pretty" not to attract attention.

As much as he hated that he had to depend on Taehyung, the guy was the only thing that kept others away. By the end of the second week, Jungkook was already so used to having Taehyung's proprietary hand on him in the shower that he just ignored it.

But although he knew everyone thought he was Taehyung's bitch, being called that to his face was a different thing entirely.

"I'm not his bitch," he snapped when , Arman the guy he'd formed a tentative friendship of sorts with, called him that jokingly. "He isn't fucking me."

Arman gave him an odd look and didn't say anything.

Jungkook thought nothing of it until he returned that evening to their cell and found Taehyung waiting for him already.

And he was angry as hell, his dark eyebrows drawn into a line, his lips pressed together.

Taehyung was on him before he could even blink. He shoved Sage against the wall, pressing his arm against his throat. "Do you want me to kill you? You made me look like a fucking liar. Is that your gratitude?"

Jungkook licked his lips. "Sorry. I didn't think Arman would tell anyone."

Taehyung scoffed. "You're such a naive kid. Don't trust anyone."

"And I should trust you?"

Taehyung smiled. "You shouldn't trust me, either." His smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared. His face was grim now. "If people call you my bitch, you say you're my bitch. Understood?"

"Fuck you." Jungkook tried to shove him off, but only ended up rubbing himself against Taehyung.

"I will," Taehyung murmured into his ear, biting it.

Jungkook flushed. "Fuck off."

"You'll be begging me soon," Taehyung said, pressing harder into him. His weight, his strength, his scent... It was overwhelming Jungkook's senses in a strange, disturbing way.

"Never"

Taehyung pulled away. Jungkook breathed out.

"Fine. If you don't want my protection, you're free to do whatever you want. I'll let people know I don't give a fuck if anyone touches you."

Jungkook swallowed, thinking about the looks the other inmates gave him. Being gangbanged wasn't his idea of fun. He might hate Taehyung, but at least the guy was unlikely to force him.

Not because he was such a good guy, Taehyung was an asshole, but he was an asshole who liked to play mind games and who was willing to wait until Jungkook begged him to fuck him.

And since it was never going to happen, he was safer with Taehyung. Probably. "Wait don't."

Taehyung didn't gloat, but Jungkook hadn't really expected it.

Taehyung just nodded and said, "Now go to sleep."

"You're not the boss of me," Jungkook muttered, scowling.

But he did as he was told.

Jungkook was washing his hair when Taehyung's soaped finger slipped between his ass cheeks.

Jungkook froze. "You said you wouldn't force me," he hissed, acutely aware that the other inmates were staring at them.

"I won't," Taehyung said, pushing the finger inside him slowly. "I have to touch you to make sure others see me touching you. If I don't, they'll start thinking you have me wrapped around your little finger."

Jungkook snorted-he couldn't even imagine that-but he forced himself to relax.

Taehyung was right, damn him.

The finger pushed deeper. It didn't really hurt, but it felt odd. Very odd.

The finger pulled out, then moved back in.

Jungkook's face went hot. He had another man's finger in his ass. He couldn't believe he had a man's finger in his ass.

The finger brushed against something inside him, and Jungkook's eyes widened, his mouth falling open as a bolt of pleasure shot through him.

"Say hello to your prostate," Taehyung said against his ear from behind, brushing that spot again.

"S-stop," Jungkook whispered, hating how unsure his voice sounded. Against his will, his cock started hardening.

"That's the only thing I'm going to do," Taehyung said. "You can jerk off."

"Screw you," Jungkook said weakly as Taehyung moved the finger in and out slowly. He wondered how many people were watching them.

He didn't look.

"You like this," Taehyung said into his ear.

"I don't."

"You do," Taehyung said, rubbing his prostate again. Jungkook couldn't quite hold back a whimper. "I'm straight."

"Of course you are." Taehyung started moving the finger quickly. "You just like having my finger in your ass."

Jungkook bit his lip to prevent himself from moaning. "No."

"No? Fine." Taehyung licked his ear and pulled the finger out. "You'll be begging me for this soon."

Jungkook closed his eyes. He felt odd. Empty.

"I hate you," he said, turning his head to glare at Taehyung. He tried hard not to look at Taehyung's erection.

"Of course you do, Pretty."

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Next day, his girlfriend came to visit him.

Jungkook looked at her through the glass that separated them and tried to find something to say.

Cecily looked lovely, as usual, her heart-shaped face very pretty and very feminine.

She also looked very out of place.

"How... how are you?" she said into the phone.

Jungkook smiled wryly. "How do you think?"

"You... you look good," Cecily said after a moment.

He nearly laughed. If only she knew. If only she knew how much he would have liked not to look good. Had he been ugly, no one would have spared him a second glance. Had he been ugly, Taehyung—

Jungkook pushed the thought away. No; he wouldn't think of it. Not now, not with his girlfriend here.

"Thanks," he muttered, awkwardly. "How is school?"

"Good," Cecily replied

An awkward silence stretched between them.

Jungkook stared at her, taking her in. He missed her-missed his old life before all of this. He loved her. And yet... He felt so disconnected from her.

She belonged to another world. A world in which he was just an average guy who didn't get publicly groped and finger-fucked by another guy.

His face hot, Jungkook averted his gaze and looked down. "You don't have to visit, you know," he said without looking at her. "You don't have to wait for me. A year is a long time."

Silence.

"Do you-do you want me to wait?"

Sighing, Jungkook ran a hand over his face. "I have no right to ask this of you. I fucked up, now I'm paying for my stupidity." He gave her a crooked smile. "You don't have to wait for me-only if you really want to."

Her blue eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Slowly, she nodded.

"Your time is up," the guard said, walking to him.

Jungkook hung up and let the guard lead him away, his heart heavy.

He told himself it was for the best. Cecily wouldn't have wanted him anyway if she found out what had been going on.

It was for the best.