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Chapter 15

"What can I do to make it up to you?" Jeongguk suddenly asked, his melodious voice echoing in the quiet cell.

Taehyung lifted his head off the maknae's chest - normally he was the big spoon, but right now he was okay letting Jeongguk take care of him. "What do you mean?"

Jeongguk shifted, wincing at the discomfort the cot caused. It wasn't any bigger than the one in Taehyung's old cell, so they were pretzeled around each other, not that either was complaining. Jeongguk said, "I was a dick. How can I make it up to you?"

"You already apologized," Taehyung assured him. "I forgive you."

The maknae sighed dramatically, and Taehyung suddenly realized what he'd really meant by that question. He smiled, mischievous despite the circumstances. He hadn't had his hands on Jeongguk's sinful body in what felt like an eternity, but the maknae was right. He was a dick. So if he wanted to get some, Taehyung was going to make him work for it.

As if reading the elder's mind, Jeongguk groaned, "You know what I mean, hyung."

Taehyung wetted his lips, nuzzling back into the younger's chest. It was clothed, which frankly was a crime, but he wanted to see how far he could push the maknae before his shyness took over. Innocent, he hummed, "I don't think I do."

"Hyung."

"Can you explain it to me, Kookie?"

Jeongguk removed a hand from Taehyung's back to run it down his face. The elder bit his lip, trying to hide his snort. "Nevermind."

"But I want to know!" Taehyung whined, sitting up. The cot creaked underneath him.

"It doesn't matter," Jeongguk said miserably, his hand not leaving his face. "Forget I said anything."

"Kookie?" Taehyung asked, grinning.

Jeongguk eyed him, and the elder could tell he was trying to process his sugary tone. "What, hyung?"

"Are you suggesting..." Taehyung widened his eyes, fighting off a laugh at the maknae's adorable blush. Throwing as much immaturity as he could into his voice, he pressed, "Are you suggesting we do it?"

Something flashed in the maknae's eyes and before Taehyung could defend himself, he was slammed down on the bed with Jeongguk's thighs gripping him on either side of his hips. Laughter erupted from the elder as Jeongguk began to poke and swat him, fake fury in his smile. Conceding, Taehyung cried, "Okay, okay! I'm sorry, I'm done!"

Jeongguk sat upright, but didn't get off. His thighs strained against the fabric of his sweatpants, and Taehyung couldn't help but gawk at their definition. He gave them an experimental squeeze, almost moaning at the sheer power in their flex. Jeongguk raised his eyebrows, and Taehyung could have hit him for the cockiness in his expression because that little shit knew what he was doing. He knew that his muscles left Taehyung in a horny puddle at his feet. He innocently scratched his stomach, coaxing his shirt up just enough for Taehyung to catch a glimpse of his perfectly toned six-pack. The elder grabbed his wrist and groaned, "Stop."

"Stop what, hyung?" Jeongguk asked, blinking his black doe eyes innocently.

"Kookie," Taehyung whined, and then immediately bit his tongue because, hell, he just whined, and it wasn't on purpose.

The maknae grinned and rolled his hips, using his snakelike skills to send a blast of heat to the elder's nether region. Taehyung's hands flew up to stop him, eyes wide with an unspoken warning. Jeongguk giggled, "What's wrong, hyung?"

Screw it. Who cared if they were in a prison cell in Purgatory? Obviously not Jeongguk.

"Take your shirt off," Taehyung ordered, not trusting his voice to go above a hiss.