Chapter :: Two

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.

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