Taehyung found himself trapped once again by Ma Dongseok and his men, in the same isolated corner of the prison where they had ambushed him before. The harsh fluorescent light cast eerie shadows, accentuating the menacing atmosphere. Taehyung was on the ground, his lips already bleeding from their brutal hits.
Ma Dongseok glared down at him, his expression a mix of anger and disdain. "You pissed me off twice. You should know your place," he snarled, reaching down to pick up a metal rod from the ground.
Taehyung's heart pounded as Ma Dongseok lifted the rod, preparing to strike. Instinctively, Taehyung turned and covered his face with his arms, bracing for the impact.
But the blow never came. Instead, Taehyung felt a sudden, protective embrace envelop him. He opened his eyes just in time to see the rod come to an abrupt stop, not by hitting him, but by someone else taking the blow.
"Fuck you, not you again!" Ma Dongseok spat, throwing the rod aside in frustration. With a final glare, he and his men turned and left.
Taehyung slowly moved his arm and looked up at the figure who had shielded him. It was Jungkook. Blood trickled from a cut on Jungkook's forehead, but his eyes were steady and filled with concern.
Jungkook was about to move away, but Taehyung, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, wrapped his arms around Jungkook, pulling him even closer. "Just... stay like this for a little bit," Taehyung murmured, his voice trembling.
Jungkook didn't move, holding Taehyung securely. His heart pounded so fiercely that he feared Taehyung might hear it. They remained like that for several minutes, the sound of their breathing mingling in the quiet aftermath of the attack.
Eventually, Jungkook pulled back slightly, their faces inches apart. Taehyung's eyes were locked onto Jungkook's, filled with a mix of gratitude and something deeper, something unspoken. Jungkook's gaze shifted to Taehyung's lips, then back to his eyes, and then again to his lips.
The tension was palpable as Jungkook slowly leaned in, closing the gap between them. He kissed Taehyung tenderly, a soft, tentative brush of lips. Jungkook pulled back slightly, searching Taehyung's face for a reaction. Taehyung's eyes were closed, savoring the moment, and then jungkook leaned forward, crashing his lips against taehyung's in a passionate kiss.
Their kiss was intense, filled with all the emotions they had been holding back. Jungkook's hands cupped Taehyung's face gently, and Taehyung's fingers gripped Jungkook's shirt, pulling him closer. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of them, connected in that moment.
As the dim light of the prison flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the room, Jungkook felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. His heart still pounded in his chest from the intensity of the kiss he shared with Taehyung, but there was a new warmth spreading through him, one that made him forget, even if only momentarily, about the cold concrete beneath him.
He looked down at Taehyung, who sat quietly under him, lips slightly parted, and cheeks flushed. Jungkook's thumb traced the outline of Taehyung's jawline.
Jungkook leaned in, pressing another gentle kiss to Taehyung's lips, this time not so hesitant.
Taehyung let out a soft moan as their lips met once more, his hands moving from Jungkook's shirt to wrap around his neck. He tugged Jungkook closer, deepening the kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring, tasting, claiming.
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Cell No. 9 | TaeKook
RomanceTaehyung, wrongfully accused of murdering his parents, is thrown into prison. Amidst the despair, he encounters a mysterious and dangerous inmate who will change his fate.
