"You're a fucking psycho," Jennie Kim breaks the silence after Jisoo finishes the story. The four of them--Jennie, Kim Jisoo, Park Chaeyoung, and Lalisa Manoban--are perched on each corner of the cell, sizing each other up. "How can you even psychologically abuse your own husband?"
The prison cell they're in suddenly feels too small for the four of them. Even before, Jennie already knew that putting them together in one cell was a bad idea. Four murderesses who were arrested for killing their husbands? Together? It's all a ridiculous coincidence.
Maybe sooner or later they'd all murder each other instead. She wouldn't be surprised.
Jisoo simply scoffs and nods at Lalisa, a signal for her to light up her cigarette stick. "Says the woman who poisoned her husband without knowing if the accusation was true," she snorts. "Trust is the foundation of a relationship, they said. But miss arsenic here didn't even think twice before letting him choke in his own blood."
This hit a nerve. "What more do I need? I mean, it's pretty obvious. He's always at work. I'm not dumb," Jennie argues as she leans back on the creaky prison bunk bed. This Jisoo bitch is giving her a whiplash. "Hey," she turns to the blonde girl on the prison bars, "can I have some of those?"
Chaeyoung raises the smuggled cigarette box in question. "This?"
"What else?" Chaeyoung rolls her eyes and throws it Jennie, who catches the box with a sneer. "Jesus, can't you just hand it over? How did you get this, anyway? As far as I know, we're prohibited from having this kind of stuff. They had Joohyun from my previous cell punished 'cause of this."
"It just comes with the perks of having an idol as a husband," Lalisa answers for her instead, taking out the contents of her pockets to reveal more joint. "I can ask for more if you guys want. I mean, I literally just promised one of those old women a signed merchandise. They don't even know Jeongguk's dead already."
"Still can't believe you killed him," Jennie mutters as she examines the box. "Yoongi was even planning on inviting him for a collaboration."
Another coincidence, yet again.
"Well, he's dead. There's nothing we can do about it." The youngest shrugs like it's nothing to her. "Anyway, if we spend more years in this cell together, might as well bond over cannabis and booze, right?"
"Yeah, right," Chaeyoung chuckles and brushes the stray hairs on her forehead. "As if I'm staying here for the rest of my life. My lawyers will probably bail me out in a week and I'll go back to my normal routine."
"Okay, you homicidal bitch, geez," Lalisa mumbles, knowing its just another of Chaeyoung's boasting. Numerous lawyers had come and gone, but no one has bailed her out. "I'm just trying to make friends here."
"Over my dead body," Jisoo huffs. "This isn't Mean Girls."
Jennie raises her brows at her arrogance. "Oh, I can do that for you. Do you want to be choked to death, stabbed multiple times, poisoned until you die, or be electrocuted until you lose consciousness?" She takes a long whiff of the joint. "The choice is yours."
"Ha ha, you think you're so quirky?"
"No, but you act like you own the place even if you just arrived here yesterday." The two younger ones nodded in agreement. At least she had back-up. "Humble yourself will you, Kim Jisoo? We're in jail. We can get punished over the littlest of things."
Jisoo crosses her arms. "I'm not doing anything wrong."
"You're instigating a fight," Lalisa points out while playing with her lighter. "If Officer Dong hears us arguing, he'll have us scrub the fucking bathrooms for the nth time."
The three of them sudder simultaneously. The prison bathrooms are the worst place to get assigned to--there's always shit everywhere, one whiff and you'll regret even breathing.
"I really don't care," Jisoo gives her a harsh grin. She doesn't really get the point, does she? "I--"
"Something wrong here, ladies?" A shadow suddenly looms over their cell, and Chaeyoung looks up from her position at the bars at the officer himself. Speaking of the devil. "Your voices can be heard from miles away."
Jennie smiles in an instant. "Nothing, Officer Dong. We're doing perfectly well. Just giving Kim Jisoo here a little orientation on what to expect in this place." The response comes out so naturally that Jisoo couldn't help but be surprised.
The officer nods in understanding, clearly not buying their excuse. "Alright," he says. "By the way, I just want to let you know that the spots for the weekly bathroom cleaning are currently empty."
"Ah, shit," Lalisa says under her breath. "Not again."
"So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to be finding people that are fit for this certain chore. Let me know if you guys are interested." Officer Dong taps the bars lightly before trudging off into God knows where.
Once he was out of sight, Chaeyoung breathes, "I hate that guy."
"Same."
An idea sparks inside Jisoo's head. "Do you want to do something about him?"
The question piques the others' interest.
"Wow, are you finally trying to befriend us, Kim?" Lalisa drawls, amusement lacing her tone. "Because if you are, then--"
"I'm not."
"Oh."
Jennie hums. "That sounds very tempting though."
"I know, that's why I suggested it," Jisoo says, a victorious look dancing in her eyes.
"Well, aside from all this bullshit, at least we can agree on one thing." Jennie smiles to herself and lifts up the stick to her lips.
"And what is that?"
"Men never change," Jennie remarks as she puffs out a cloud of smoke, "they just get better in keeping secrets."
They couldn't agree more.
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thank u for reading ~~ this was a nice little writing experiment :") hope u lovelies liked it as much as i enjoyed writing it. til next time <3
