PRISONERS [Taekook]

열셋

y'all ain't ready for this chap

  "You got any candy, Gucci boy?"

Taehyung eyes the man up and down and chuckles, planting his plastic spork into his rice before staring at him with an eyebrow arched up in amusement.

"Can't you ask your pretty boss for it?"

"You see, Jeon's been a little pissy lately 'cause I fucked up a couple... trades. So he won't give me anything and the rest of the gang won't either, they're all following his orders." The man leans forward, arms crossed on the table as he presses closer. "But I need my weekly dose, y'know, and I hear you've got some good stuff."

"And you're asking me for drugs in the middle of the cafeteria where four guards and half of the goddamn prison can see us because?"

"What would seem more suspicious to you, two inmates calmly chatting in front of everyone or them sneaking out of the cafeteria in the middle of dinner?" He retorts, earning a small appreciative smile from the younger man.

"Fair point." Taehyung admits, crossing his legs elegantly before propping his elbow up on the table and resting his chin on his hand. "What do you want and when?"

"Snow. Five grams. I'll meet you in the yard tonight at nine?"

Taehyung stares, slightly confused. "We're not allowed in the yard after six. How're we supposed to meet at nine?"

The man pulls out a small piece of paper from his pocket and passes it to Taehyung across the table. The latter takes the note and reads what's written on it. It's just a series of numbers Taehyung doesn't understand, so he looks back up at the man in confusion. Before he can speak though, he answers all of his questions without hearing them.

"It's the code to access the yard. There's a small panel on the door, you just gotta punch in these numbers and it'll open. Jung's on nightshift tonight so there's nothing to worry about, he knows only guards and Jungkook's men have the code so he won't bother you." On those words, he stands up, dusts his clothes, and gets ready to leave. "I'll see you tonight, Gucci boy."

"Hold on." Taehyung calls and the man freezes. "Why not just drop by my cell? Why go into all the trouble of meeting me out in the yard?"

The man slowly turns around with a disgusting smile plastered across his face. He looks slightly irritated, as if Taehyung's interrogation was bothering him in some way. He still answers calmly.

"Guards patrolling. Random searches. And you're in the same cell as Jeon. I don't think he'd be too happy finding out that not only you're selling and competing against him, but you're even selling to one of his men. That'd probably make us both fucked." He replies with a bitter chuckle.

Thoughtfully, Taehyung stares at him for a few seconds before he laughs too, except his laughter's a lot more lighthearted and amused.

"I'd be fucked in a good way, though."

"So it's true huh? That you made Jeon your fucktoy?"

Taehyung licks his lips, cocking his head so that his neck and collarbones are exposed. "News travel fast."

He hears a low chuckle coming from the man, followed by his footsteps as he walks away. Taehyung runs his fingers through his soft hair, then straightens back up to actually start eating before the cafeteria closes.

The breeze is chilly in the dim, caliginous night, much colder than the sunny morning and undeniably nicer on Taehyung's skin. He likes the soft wind and misty sky, the way his flame gleams in gold and dances gracefully as he lights up his cigarette.