Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You

Jeongcheol 1

With a clank sound of metals brushing against eachother, the small iron gate seperating the cell from the outer corridor opened, making the owner of the place to groan in annoyance and cover himself fully with blanket.

The concrete walls painted in white with few strips of grey at the top was screaming how dull a prison can be. Though the place was large enough for two people, it does look like privacy wasn't a thing by looking at the way everything was settled.

No one expects privacy in prison, especially when there was a small stool kept in corner for God knows what event, a bunk bed which had his lower part already occupied by it's current owner, a table in corner occupied with a steel jug filled with water and a steel glass kept upside down, that's it, that's all it was there for eyes to see and for brain to remember.

The place was empty as hell, though there were few noises that had occured suddenly the moment the old guard entered inside, the owner of the cell did not buzz, not even when the guard slightly poked him by his stick. Giving up the hope of having any reaction from the man who looked like a dead body going for postpartum with those white sheet on top him, the old guard continued, "You are assigned with a cellmate, again."

The man within the sheet replied, "Should I dance then?"

"Oh, please don't do such a big favour on me." The guard's voice was filled with bitterness and sarcasm, "Just don't scare him off this time. Last warning, if he ran away from this cell like others, it will be you and your increased sentence in prison in hands of higher officials then."

The man with the sheets on finally looked up at the guard from under his cover. His brown orbs shining under the only light present within the cell, "If I was the type of man who gets scared from empty threats like these, i wouldn't be here in the very first place."

"Don't challange me coups." The guard warned him again which obviously did no work on the younger. Instead, he just covered himself with the white blanket again, playing his part as the prison's 'lost it' person. As there was no hope to hear anything from him again, the guard sighed, looking back at the new guy who silently stood in periphery on the cell, head hung low, eyes tired and face paler in shade than of anyone present in room.

"Come here." The guard ordered, the tone wavering between annoyance and harshness. The man on the other hand did what he was told. He slowly walked in guard's direction and stood a little behind from him, maintaining a good distance.

The old man pointed him towards the top bed, "That's yours since I don't think he'll buzz from his bed for anyone. Also, the breakfast starts at seven, the lunch at eleven and dinner at five. You have to get up with everybody, if overslept, no breakfast for you. After that, roll call will be held. Your presence is must there every morning. Understand?"

The guy silently nodded and the guard waited for him to ask anything more. But he did not, instead he looked over the guard as if he was expecting him to say everything that was related to him. But as lazy as the new guy felt for saying his need, the old guard did also not bother to explain anything else to him either.

He though added a little more to ease the new guy's worry, "For other routine, follow what others do. Also, if you have any confusion, you can ask this dead guy on the bed."

The owner of the lower part of bunk bed might really was listening to their conversation that he immediately replied from inside of his sheets, his tone sarcastic and cold, "Am I his babysitter or something? Or you'll pay if i do?"

"Coups..." Instead of being angry, the guard was in disbelief after hearing those words, "I am not asking you to donate your kidney to him for god's sake coups! Neither you'll die if you answer his simple questions!"

"What if I did?"

The guard was frustrated as hell, it was so visible from his sentence, "Fuck yourself then!"

The metal gate was closed harshly the moment the guard went out of there leaving the new guy in, standing still before the owner of the cell and contemplating of what to do. The owner was still sleeping still on his bed, looking like a dead body for real, and not being able to understand what he was supposed to do, the new comer did what he saw fit.

From the four corners of the room, he choose the one farthest from the bunk bed and sat there on the floor. For the first time in while, the silence around him was comforting, so much that he almost forgot he was staring at the ceiling for absolutely nothing. also his cell mate did not seemed like a person who was friendly enough to start a conversation first, it was like cherry on top for him.

The less people knew about him, the less trouble was there to follow.

The newcomer did not know when he slept in the same position like that. Arms hugging his knees while face buried in between them, the neck length hair of the man kept falling out of their place. For a first time in while, there was no burden on his shoulders, no responsibilities of future and no will to look forward.