PRISONERS [Taekook]

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It's Monday morning and Kim Taehyung swears on his own pride that he's never attended something more boring than prison educational programs.

He's sitting with his cheek smushed against his hand and trying hard to keep himself awake while an old shrink has been lecturing him - and about dozens of other inmates - for over an hour about breathing exercises that "help" with violent impulses and ways to control oneself. He can't help but gag every time the fucker mentions solving issues by communicating instead of using violence.

Taehyung thinks it's pretty ironic, considering the fact that all correctional officers' training consisted mainly of aiming at a target's head with handguns rather than perfecting their communication skills.

The yawn that escapes his mouth is probably the deepest one he's had in a while. His eyes well up with tears as he scrunches up his nose and puts a hand over his open mouth and he already hates this.

"Looks like your first class went well." Namjoon smiles at the comical view of an utterly bored and whiny Taehyung coming out of the auditorium.

Well, if a 200 square feet room with a projector and a couple seats can be called an auditorium.

"If I have to bear with this shit every day I'm gonna end up throwing myself out a window." Taehyung whines. The dimples in Namjoon's cheeks deepen.

"Good luck with that, they're all barred. So you're telling me out of everything - the gross showers, the disgusting food, the perverts, solitary, living in a damn cell, sharing that cell with Jeon Jungkook - what actually got to you is the educational programs?"

Namjoon laughs at the way Taehyung nods his head frantically and juts his lower lip out.

"Good lord, I atone for my sins, thou shalt not torture me this way!"

The man dramatically puts the back of his hand on his forehead like a damsel in distress, and it truly gives the officer a hard time keeping up his professionalism.

"If I were you I'd avoid saying anything like that around blocks Y and Z." Namjoon says and it earns him a questioning, curious look from the prisoner. "Christian freaks. The God Hates You kind. They monopolized those blocks because they're the closest to the church."

"You have a church?"

"Mmh. Really just a small dark room with a couple candles, benches and creepy crucified Jesus decorations. There's a priest and a confessional though. Might wanna go there if you're gonna atone for your sins." The guard responds before lifting his gaze up to look at the clock. "I need to get going."

"Got a date?" Taehyung wriggles his eyebrows.

"Yeah. A date with whatever contraband someone found in block B to call me for a random search." The guard sighs, before wiping the smile out of his face to go back to a gloomy, serious look. Taehyung likes the dimples better. "I'll see you around."

"I don't really have a choice." Taehyung answers.

The guard chuckles and turns around before walking away.

Doctor Park nearly falls off his chair when loud knocking on his office door pulls him out of his trance. He sighs, tearing his eyes away from the prisoner files he's been studying all day. He's pretty sure no one planned any appointments with him and he didn't ask for a session with any prisoners either yet. It's probably an impromptu visit, he thinks. He always encourages his assigned inmates to come to him whenever they need him after all.

However, when Jimin opens the door and isn't met by casual clothes or a blue prison uniform, he's a little taken aback.

"S-Sorry, Park," Hoseok stutters out, fiddling with his officer uniform furiously. "Can I come in? I just need a quick break and some coffee."