My Rebel With A Halo | Taekook FF

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It was around lunch time and Jungkook was getting ready to go to the prison to see the prisoners. Today, Jungkook decided he was going to visit the garden, which didn't sound all that daring, but it was something.

He walked around the blacktop area where many prisoners were either playing cards for cigarettes, lifting weights, talking or sitting down. Wandering around he saw many people, men with many tattoos. Some with scars on their faces and others that were very muscular and intimidating. It gave Jungkook a chill which he loved.

As he made his way to the garden, Jungkook assumed it was offered as a job to the prisoners, like the laundromats who took care of all the laundry in the prison. 

He was wearing clothes that his father would definitely not allow for public outgoings. His black jeans were ripped in a lot of areas, the neckline of his white shirt went just a tiny bit below his collarbones and it was sloppily out of his jeans. He did have a tie on, not that it was meant for anything.

Jungkook was so going to get into trouble if he got caught.

He ignored the doubt running through his head and stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to look as casual and unquestionable as possible. He took the trail, checking his surroundings a few times before opening the gate with his kneecaps and pushing it with his hands, being mindful of the soft squeaks of the screws. The dirt path leading downwards to the green garden was swept, so a prisoner had probably already made his rounds to tidy and care for the garden.

From what Jungkook could make of it, it seemed to be empty.

The bright greens of the leaves immediately surrounded him as he walked down the path. There was a little dead spot of grass that refused to grow anything; he'd spent all of last summer trying different flowers and vegetables stems on the patch, but nothing ever caught on, so Jungkook claimed it as his own resting area for when he visited the garden. It was always in the shade whenever he came in the evening around seven.

It was about 12:02pm and Jungkook felt a bit giddy, almost please with himself from not being caught yet.

The sounds of the waves crashing(prison is near an ocean) had him slowly shutting his eyes. There wasn't much shade, but the sun felt warm and soothing on his face as he let himself fall onto the grass.

All his life, he wanted to be able to feel free, feel like he was in control of what he wanted to do in life and where he was able to go. Just because he was his only son, his father, who was traditional in every sense of the word, dictated every decision in his life. He couldn't follow his dreams, which is why he became a rule breaker, without his dad knowing of course.

Don't get him wrong, he absolutely loves his father. He respects his word and he believed his father was a kind soul who wanted what was best for him. They were very close and he cherished Jungkook with his heart.

He was just too strict for Jungkook's liking. 

Maybe it's because he was protecting Jungkook. He had probably seen the worst of the worst and he knew what was out there in the world.

Everything felt peaceful in that very moment and Jungkook never wanted it to end. He was positive nothing could defeat the satisfaction he felt from being a tad bit rebellious and facing no punishment, only a relaxing reward.

The warm sun stopped hitting his face and he made a confused face before opening his eyes and sitting up.

He blinked a few times to get rid of the blur and he looked up to be faced with a dazzling smile and a dimple.

There was an older boy standing tall above him, dressed in a plain dark blue jumpsuit that was unbuttoned a bit and rolled up at the sleeves to the elbows. Swirls of dark ink were sketched onto the strong arms and his exposed chest. The boy had bright honey eyes and golden hair. His cheeky grin made him look boyish and innocent, but the twinkle in his eyes held mischief.