PRISONERS [Taekook]

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so I know how I said I wouldn't update in a while bUT let me just accidentally throw this update whOOPS you're welcome bye

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Taehyung is pleased to see Jungkook walk into the dancing studio, seen as the day before the younger man missed activities. Prison always becomes boring without him, without being able to tease, frustrate and anger him, especially since at the moment Taehyung truly needs a getaway. He needs something to keep his mind off what Doctor Park told him this morning, and a handsome, short-tempered prison leader strangely seems to be Taehyung's perfect distraction.

The dance instructor is a tall, well-built man with smooth dark skin and closely trimmed dark hair, sporting a three day old beard and dressed in casual sportswear. There are men and women standing behind him dressed similarly. If it weren't for most of the prisoners being in their distasteful blue uniforms, Taehyung would almost have thought he was at a regular dancing studio, taking a class like a normal person.

As soon as Jungkook enters the room and closes the door behind him, the instructor claps his hands together to get everyone's attention.

"Okay, inmates, since we have a newbie in the group I'm going to repeat the rules for this class." He says in a firm, masculine voice and starts counting on his fingers. "Nothing from the outside is allowed in here aside from water. The showers are reserved for the personnel, if you need the bathroom you'll have to go out of the studio and come back. No harassing the other dancers. No harassing the other inmates. No whistling, no catcalling, no inappropriate comments, no inappropriate touching. There's a reason this activity doesn't allow sex offenders. Some choreos might extend on more that one class, so if you miss a class and you don't learn a certain part that's your problem. You break the rules, you're out. Simple as that."

Taehyung nods quietly, though he didn't hear most of the instructor's speech because he was much too busy eyeing Jungkook up and down.

He's in a large tank top, revealing both his muscular arms and part of his sides and chest, and it does nothing to cover the countless purple marks on his skin. If Jungkook's lips weren't swollen, and if he wasn't so obviously out of breath, he might've thought they were bruises.

But Jungkook looks like he just fucked someone forty ways to Sunday and that look is something Taehyung wants to see more.

Taehyung isn't the only one who notices, but he sure as hell is the only one who doesn't avert his eyes when Jungkook looks his way.

"How was your workout of the day?" He asks, not at all listening to what the coach is saying to the other inmates.

"Better than the gym. Much better." Jungkook replies, staring back at him while stretching his arms.

His triceps bulge under the skin and the veins in his forearms pop out as he does some basic stretching. Taehyung watches his strong arms carefully, drinking in the sight of the red scratch marks all over them and the hickeys peppering his collarbones and shoulders.

Jungkook grabs his own leg and pulls it up to his chest, using Taehyung as a focus to keep his balance. It's almost uncomfortable, the way they stare at each other in complete silence, but oddly enough it's not for them. It is for everyone else surrounding them, because it's difficult to determine whether they want to kill or fuck each other.

Either way, the tension is palpable. It's heavy on everyone's shoulders.

"Flexible, huh." Taehyung notices, and Jungkook puts his foot down.