Seokjin slowly traces the veins on the muscular arm around his waist , and with the warm breath on the back of his neck his loud thoughts were slowly dying down for a little , only the voice of his own heart beat resonated in his sensitive ear.

His body and mind were drained , he wanted to sleep so bad but couldn't unlike his dear cell mate whom went to dream land the moment his head rested on the pillow as if it was made of the world most luxurious and softest feathers.

He never had the the nerve to ask Jungkook what did he do to get here and how did he manage to build this terrifying image and get respected by everyone in such a wild place. What kind of power his not so ex now has in prison.
Just when his eyes were closing they widely snapped open when he heard screaming and pleading of a man.

Jin immediately started wiggling out of Jk's tight embrace , the other stirred in his sleep and let out an annoyed grunt but still didn't wake up.

"No please! I have children please!" At this sentence Seokjin felt his heart sinking to the floor , he couldn't see what was happening, his hands were shaking as he grabbed the bars of his cell , unconsciously trying to push them apart and save whomever was pleading , knuckles turning white from the amount of pressure he applied.

Someone was torturing him. He heard it. Seokjin fuckin heard it. It was one of those things in life you unfortunately hear when you're not even supposed to.
Seokjin was about to scream in hope of doing something but his voice died in his throat once the loud voice of a bullet shot was heard.

He crawled to his bunk , face pale and pupils blown then laid down trying to convince himself that it was nothing but a nightmare....everything is a nightmare.

Seokjin didn't sleep at all that night. It was already morning and Jk woke up half hour ago , looking like he had one of the best slumber in his life.

"What's with your face? Did you wet the bed baby?" Jungkook chuckled amusingly while stretching his arms and legs but Seokjin didn't utter a word back. His whole body was frozen and clearly still in shock.
"Jeon Jungkook." One of the officer harshly called after he banged on the bars of their cells with his fist then continuing:
"You're coming with me to the chef's office. "
"What's with the fuckin ruckus in the morning Mingyu? " Jk replied without even looking at the man , looking for his other shirt.
"One of the prisoners killed himself, now let's go."
"He didn't...He was killed." Seokjin said and both looked at him at once and he never flinched, his voice was so determined and steady unlike his inside.
Mingyu gave him a look , that definitely had a hidden message behind and left him wondering if he should've followed Jk instead of waiting alone in their cell.

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"Seokjin." His mother called , sweet voice filled with sorrow and concern.
His heart squeezed at the painful sight once again.
"I am so tired mom."
"Baby please....stay strong for me. You're going to get out of here soon I swear ."
Two tears rolled down his cheeks as he ruffled his hair.
His mom gently tapped the glass that separated them and gave him a warm smile.
"Who's my beautiful baby?"
She asked to lighten up his mood just like when he was a child
"Me." He whispered back tapping the glass as well.
"Seokjin there's something I want to tell you about Eunbi-"
"Visit is over!" The officer "Mingyu" shouted startling both before grabbing Jin by the arm as if he was a rag doll not even letting him bid his mom goodbye.

"You know what newbie, what happens here , dies here ."
"I don't understand. " he replied playing dumb if only to anger the man more.
Mingyu slammed him against the wall , eyes glaring daggers at him.
"If you appreciate your ... no screw it. If you appreciate your mother's life , you need to forget what you heard. Am I clear whore?"
"..."
"Good...Shit if you weren't that fucker Jungkook's pet..I would've put that mouth to a good use."
Seokjin pushed him away with a disgusted look on his face .
"Apparently not only food here causes nausea. " Jin replied again only to be pulled by his hair .
"We're not done Kim."

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"Shhh baby easy ... I don't want anyone to hear that beautiful voice ...bare with my fingers. "
"H-here."
"Oh did I find the spot?"
Seokjin only nodded.
"Don't stop ." he could only whimper as Jungkook skillfully massaged the tensed spot in his
Back.
That asshole was always professional with his hands , sometimes he wonders if Jungkook was born with all the talents in the world . But again how did he end up here....he really wants to know..
Seokjin gasped loudly when he felt Jk's hand on his neck almost chocking him. His long fingers applying pressure on his throat.
"Who the fuck are you dreaming while you're with me huh?"
Jin didn't answer but unconsciously placed his hand on top of Jk's as if he was feeling it while throwing his head back a little, resting it on kook's shoulders .
"N-no one. Just you."
"What is it? You still into chocking Seok?"
Seokjin heard the smirk in the asshole's voice that dropped an octave lower , he was light headed .
"No. Stop." Seokjin calmly said after he snapped from the daze he was in .
Jungkook frowned while he crawled a bit away from him , Jin knew he hated to be get order or anything like this but he needs know.
"Jungkook why are you here?...In jail."
"You want to know?" Jk asked while placing a cigarette between his lips  casually lighting it up.
"Yes."
He looked at him in a way and suddenly he wasn't so sure about his decision.

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"Come sit in my lap."
Seokjin almost choked on the the piece of bread he was swallowing before looking at Jungkook in disbelief.
They were in the middle of the fuckin patio with both prisoners and security men surrounding them.
"Seokjin. My lap. Now ." The Male sighed in defeat before going to Jungkook and settling on his lap.

"What's wrong Jungkook?"
"Something is going on behind my back."
"I knew it."
"Excuse me?"
Jin wanted to tell Jk about the prisoner who got killed that night and what did Mingyu say but then he remembered his threat. They were going to hurt his mother if he spoke about it.
"Nothing...just a feeling."
"Do you know what does it mean when a person stares at you for more than ten seconds straight without blinking? "
"No?"
"It's either they want sex or murder. "
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Someone was and still starring at you.
Apparently I need to rip some eyes off today."