''People like you make me want to quit my job,'' the guard said with gritted teeth as he dragged the short man in the hallway. ''Crazy bitch. This is why I hate faggots.''
''What about you shut your homophobic ass up,' the man shot back. ''It's not my fault they tried to get my number. By the way, it smells like rubber here, what the fuck do you feed the prisoners? Plastic rats?''
''Stop talking,'' the guard grumbled.
''You know, instead of that you could just shove them up your-''
''I said shut up!'' the guard shouted in anger as he pushed the man into an empty cell. ''This is going to be your home for the next thirty years. Make sure to find some cute friends and have some fun,'' he smirked. ''We can't have you get bored.''
The prisoner rolled his eyes as the guard left the cell, proud of the words he had said. ''Geez, you sure are cool,'' he called after him in a bored tone. Recieving no reply, he finally looked around the room, his narrowed eyes slowly turning wider, almost comically so.
''No privacy?'' he mumbled to himself as he closed the lid of the toilet, sitting proudly at the side of the room. The cell didn't have anything that was particularly eye-catching to him other than the toilet. He could list maybe a thousand reasons on why he didn't care about being at a prison. The first was that it realy wasn't that much dfferent from the life he had lived up to now. ''Damn, we're still human even if we're prisoners.''
''You sure about that?''
''Oh my fucking god,'' he shouted in shock, flinching. ''Hey, what about you read a book called ''how to be less abrupt-''
He stopped mid-sentence after seeing the man who was going to be his cellmate possibly for the next thirty years. He was shirtless, which let him know that man was incredibly well built: big and veiny arms, wide shoulders and a raging sixpack- a full package. Other than his body his face was also nothing to scoff at. He had the stereotypical bad boy look.
If he was being honest with himself, he was pretty glad. Because he definetely didn't want to spend thirty years without any eye candy beside him.
''Hey, are you okay? You're drooling,'' the man said in a concerned tone. He immediately wiped his mouth. He hadn't noticed he was drooling until it was told directly from the reason.
''Yeah, I'm fine,'' he tried to smile showing an effort he hadn't shown for maybe the past few months. ''As fine as I could be as a newcomer.''
The man smiled at him understandingly. ''Hey, you know, Einstein once said: 'In the middle of every difficulty lies opportunity.'.''
''I don't think I'll encounter any kind of opportunity in a prison,'' he grimaced. ''I didn't encounter them even when I wasn't here, so why now?''
The man smiled. ''I don't know. I've been wanting to use that quote for a while. What's your name, by the way?''
''Kihyun,'' Kihyun answered, his tone wry. ''Yours?''
''I'm Hoseok, but just call me Wonho for short,'' Wonho answered , grinning toothily. Kihyun held back a laugh.
''That's not a short version of your name, Wonho,'' he said, emphasizing 'Wonho'. Wonho shrugged. Kihyun knew trying to extend the conversation would be useless so he just sighed and jumped on the bottom bunk. Wonho reacted immediately.
''Bottom bunk's mine, the top's yours.''
Kihyun groaned. He wanted to do nothing but sleep right now but apparently his wish wasn't going to be granted. His cellmate's tattoos caught his eyes suddenly. He got up and sat.
''You've got some pretty tattoos,'' he said, pointing at the one that wrapped around his arm. It was a dragon tattoo. ''Do they mean anything?''
Wonho shook his head, looking weirdly innocent. ''I used to go for whatever I thought would make me look cool. I only have one that means something.'' He showed the pink bunny tattoo on his wrist. ''It's cute, isn't it?''
Kihyun went silent. This bulky man had a bunny tattoo on his wrist. It was stupid. But cute.
''I... I guess?'' Kihyun said with a raised eyebrow. ''You're ridiculous, I hope you realize that.''
Wonho smiled.
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So this is the first thing I'm posting here on Wattpad. I know the first chapter is pretty short and, in all honesty, quite boring, but the next chapters will be better. I hope. My keyboard is having a very hard time with writing the letter 'i' so if you catch any grammar mistakes I somehow didn't manage to catch and tell me, it'll be appreciated. Thank you for reading ^^

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Fanfictionhe wasn't okay. he could only pretend, but one day it'd come crashing down, he knew. no one was okay. they were all just a bunch of freaks. // ©monstaxnoodle // monsta x prison au // on hiatus // cover credits to BTSNOODLE