Chapter :: One

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

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