The Husband Arrangement| TAEHYUNG

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A/n - we all been waiting for this chapter.
Dedicated to RETSUKATACHIBANA

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Flashback
10 years ago
San Quentin State Prison
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The eating facility was in a state of chaos.

Prisoners throwing around their lunch trays. Screams, cheers, fists banging on the steel tables to create the sound of drums wailing during a war.

"Kill that pretty prick!"

"Bash his face into the wall!"

"Kill him!"

"Fuck him up Georgie!"

Georgie Park Randolph.

The most feared man within the prison walls. Everyone obeyed and respected the inked American who was found guilty 12 years ago for running a drug den, selling them to minors, sex trafficking, countless rapes, break ins. The guards themselves respected him too. Out of pure fear. Georgie was the king. His gang the toughest. Every prisoner who got on their last nerve would be killed in the most inhumane ways.

And today, the youngest had gotten on Georgie's nerve. Infact he had been throwing his attitude for a long time. Georgie had finally had enough of the young man.

"Pull out his organs!", they chant.

The guards stood in their assigned places. Not moving an inch. Sweat dripping from their brows, guns held tightly against their chests while they watched Georgie pin the youngster to the wall with a fork driven in his stomach. They could do nothing. Soon the alarms would go off, but for now– they kept silent.

"I've had enough of you Korean trash!", he spat. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror before calling me trash?", the youngster coughed blood while chuckling. The pain caused far too much adrenaline for him to shut his mouth. "Still running that mouth kim?", Georgie barked ,forcing the fork deeper. Taehyung grunt ,banging his head against the wall. "You're fucking insane!", Georgie hissed as he released the fork , punching taehyung in his face, busting his nose and lip in the process. The prisoners continued to cheer as Georgie flung taehyung across the floor.

Taehyung whimpered, wrapping his hand around the fork which was plunged into his flesh. "Fuck–", he gasped as he pulled it out his skin. Glossy eyes staring up at the florescent lights. He was beat to the point he couldn't stand. He didn't feel like moving an inch. An 18 year old fighting a 37 year old didn't seem fair. Taehyung had only been in here for 6 months. It felt like forever. For what he did – he deserved to die. He did not wish to live. His life outside these walls were not all sunshine and roses. They were thorns and barbed wires sticking into his flesh over and over again.

The ringing in his ears slowly fade. Cheers and whistles began to drown him. He shift,  propping himself on his elbow , giving himself a tiny slap to clear his hazy vision. Georgie stood near the upper level railing, looking down at the other prisoners who were chanting his name as if he were a god. Georgie had tried hard to get taehyung to bow. Respect him. Unfortunately the young lad was no ones bitch boy. Within these 6 months they had tried to chop his tail. His arrogance and attitude. The scars and wounds throughout his body were proof that they could never get him to shut his mouth,  no matter how many times they threatened or beat him until he was laying unconscious on the shower floor in a pool of blood.