its never a new thing to find namjoon amidst a mess,
be it a shelf of files he accidentally knocked out in his office or be it a mafia downfall.
but unlike how he usually drops down to arrange the mess he made, namjoon this time willingly rolls into the core of the problem.
as a reward for helping with the intellect to trap jeon seokjin, namjoon was a given a promotion and a chance to choose a better post for himself.
and like the clumsy, mushy hearted alpha he is, namjoon transfers himself to the seoul high-security prison as their new superintendent.
it was such an odd job and no one in their right mind will choose themselves to be in the middle of dangerous criminals, but namjoon was determined and strict when he wanted to be.
in his defense, the job payed handsome and being the highest officer there now, he doesnt have to worry about higher-ups kicking him around.
and maybe, just maybe, he is worried about seokjin.
its not like namjoon doubts the betas ability to break bones. but still, seokjin is too pretty for his own good,
and the alpha cant seem to get a good ounce of sleep until he is sure he can keep an eye on the ex-mafia leader.
and oh is seokjin being a tease about it? absolutely!
"aw misssed me that much, joonie?" seokjin bats his lashes as namjoon came for his rounds, the beta somehow still looking infuriatingly beautiful in his orange prison uniform, fingers lazily stroking over the bars of his 'special' isolated cell.
unlike the other prison mates, seokjin hadn't have to worry about chores or his own safety, for jungkook had thrown in enough money and connections so that seokjins prison sentence looked as much as close to a vacation.
"shut it, jeon" namjoon says being the professional he is, but seokjin just bites his lips and winks the alphas way and red creeps up the alphas neck.
as namjoon was about to leave, seokjin huffs loudly- "come on, officer. dont leave so soon!", kicking his boot causing the bars to rattle.
namjoon stops and glares back.
"dont make me handcuff you, jeon" the alpha snaps, his baton swirling in his hand.
the beta's posture turns sly then.
"oh i like such things" seokjin purrs, eyes hooded and lips curving up,
and namjoon nearly trips on his haste to get out, stumbling in his own embarrassment, seokjins laugh quickly following.
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when the weekend rolled in and work emails started piling up on his laptop, jungkook had to again reluctantly part ways with taehyung and their pups.
the documents never looked more unappealing as jungkook caught up reading through them and preparing notes for the meeting on his jet, the car already waiting for him in the airport and driving him straight to his company.
for the past weeks the staffs of starlight had some blissful peace without their ceo not shouting at them 24/7; the alpha resorting to decent communication for once.
but seems like it was not long lasting, for the shoutings started just as jungkook had reached the company that day, this time the new interns falling prey to it.
days fell through the same way; with jungkook cooped up in meetings and much more work, him getting out of the stress only when his phone dings with messages from taehyung, usually it being cute pics of his pups.
it was a tiring day and by evening jungkook had a bad headache.
he had came back to the apartment with the aggression of the week catching up to him, face a permanent scowl as he went straight to the inbuilt gym.
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SECOND TRIAL | tk | ✓
Fanfiction- the way jungkook coiled around taehyung was reminiscent of the swines of tattoos that twirled in the laters arm, dragging the omega down to his worst ever nightmare, to his second trial. "oh darling, we are supposed to hate each other. murderously...
