PRISONERS [Taekook]

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Taehyung stayed in solitary for three days. He spent the first day filling out the last of the forms and handing them out to the guard patrolling in solitary. He'd simply slip them through the same slit they slipped his food plates in.

The second day, he sang a lovely lullaby to the prisoner next door in solitary, ignoring the protests of the other prisoners. Not out the kindness of his heart, no, he really just wanted to sleep without being woken up by his neighbor's whining.

The third day, the neighbor thanked him and asked him which cell and block he was in so they can hang out when they get out. Taehyung stared at the wall, deep in thought for a few moments, and after he deemed that the guy's worthy of knowing, he told him what he remembered from what Officer Jung said - "they're transferring me to block J, cell one, I think?", he said - and suddenly, silence. He called out for the neighbor multiple times, but he ignored him. He stopped replying completely, and Taehyung simply decided to shrug it off and go to sleep.

Now Taehyung's sighing in relief after a guard opened the door for him and told him he was "good to go", that all his belongings are now in his new cell. Taehyung feels utterly grossed out by his appearance, after having spent three days without showering in solitary; he yearns for the relaxing sensation of water streaming down his body, of being clean and smelling good. Right now, he smells like sweat and food, and his Gucci suit really needs to be cleaned up.

Taehyung steps out of solitary and immediately dashes towards his new block and into cell one. He thanks everything that is holy that his cellmate isn't inside - he really doesn't want to deal with introductions in this state - and quickly grabs some clothes. He spots Namjoon in the main hallway and quickly approaches him.

"Officer Kim?" He calls, and Namjoon spins around to face him. His expression visibly darkens. "Whoa there, frowning won't make you any hotter! How 'bout a smile?"

"I don't smile at cowards who beat up eighteen year old kids."

Namjoon's voice is cold, dry, and so piercing it makes Taehyung freeze. He feels something tighten in his chest as he remembers the state little Donghyuk was in. But he doesn't let himself get stomped on, and he sure as hell won't let a false accusation get to him.

"Believe whatever the fuck you want, I didn't do it." Taehyung spits, pride flaring in his eyes before it dies down as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual cheerful expression. "So, where are the showers?"

Namjoon pauses for a few seconds, examining the man before him. He lets out a long breath and steps aside, motioning towards an entry at the end of the hall.
Taehyung nods and follows his directions, walking down the hall. He turns right and finds himself face to face with Seokjin, who takes a step back and gasps from surprise.

"Ah, Gucci boy... You're going in?" He asks, running a hand through his still damp hair.

"Yeah. I'm sticky and gross from being in solitary." Taehyung replies, and just as he's about to step to the side and walk past Seokjin, the latter grabs his arm, pulling him close to that his lips are near his ear.

"Go to the last cubicle, the one on the far right. If you're in trouble, take what's under the soap." Seokjin whispers, and then steps aside to allow Taehyung inside.

Taehyung nods, grateful, and walks into a locker room. He places his clean clothes inside a locker, thinking that being in a prison full of rich little dirt bags has its perks since he doesn't really have to worry about anyone stealing his stuff.

He eyes the big container full of dirty clothes - mostly uniforms - and concludes that it's time for him to strip.

He starts with his socks and loafers. Under the watchful eyes of a good dozen men, he peels his jacket off and puts it in the bin, before starting to work at the buttons of his shirt. He ignores the wolf whistles behind him as he shrugs the dress shirt off, revealing his beautiful tan skin, broad back and shoulders, thin waist. He grabs a towel, wrapping it around his hips as he takes his slacks and boxers off. Once he's rid of every piece of clothing, he enters the steamy room, toes curling slightly from the coldness of the teal colored tiles on the floor.