little ¦ yooncentric

jjk ♡ Come Back Home

Title: Come Back Home

Author: orijeonal (wp) , relijoon (ao3)

Summary: After spending with douchebags in prison, it's time for his pet to see his owner. He's coming back home. [[lowercase intended]]

Contains: bdsm(?), psychological/mindbreak, gangster, prostitute, plot, pimp, prisoner, power bottom, s&m, dirty talk, punishments, dombottom, sadism/masochism, aftercare, subtop, crossdressing, non-consensual edge play, choking, bondage

Ship: YOONKOOK (JJK, MYG)

A/N: i don't like it.

update: i'm ashamed i wrote this, but i feel proud republishing it

revised: feb 5, 2023
edited: apr 6, 2023

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the metal bars from yoongi and his cellmate's room made a high-pitched sound once the guard's iron stick hit the metal bars, making the two of them wake up with a groan. the old man with a fierce look greets, "time to wake up, twats."

he then walk past their jail bars to wake the others up. yoongi is on top part of the double bunk bed, his head lying on his forearms, and eyes focused on the boring ceiling. the man below him sat down on his own bed and say irritatingly, "aish, i'm still not used to these arrogant bastards. you agree with me, yoongi?"

instead of answering, he hops off and landed down in front of the older who flinched because of him. he then approached the bars and grabbed it. he mumbles with a blank face, "once i got out of here, i'll make sure that fucker will pay."

"huh?" his cellmate seokjin, rose an eyebrow, obviously didn't heard what he've said. "come again?"

yoongi turns around and smiles, "once i got out, i'll take you with me, hyung."

besides of not getting used to the guards, seokjin still doesn't understand what his odd cellmate was thinking. he couldn't read him one bit.

yoongi is currently having deep thoughts while moving with the older to get their food be put on the tray. seokjin just keeps blabbering some random stuff and have no idea that he was just talking to a wind.after getting the food, they look for some table to eat on.

seokjin then glances at yoongi's untouched food, "aren't you gonna eat that? i mean, i know it does look disgusti⸻"

someone cuts him off by whistling, he looks at who did it, it was the old man with beard at the other table. he was facing where yoongi was sat beside seokjin. the man grins, "hey blondie, why d'ya say if we go in one night?"

so that's why yoongi haven't touched his food, it's because of the dirty bastard eyeing him; it was sure on his discomfort and darken face.

seokjin furrowed his eyebrows. he doesn't like where this is going. this was disrespectful because the old man was treating yoongi as if a prostitute. he says, "oi, leave the kid alone."

"hah?" the old man gave a confused face. then smirked, "don't y'know that bitch beside you is one of the pimp's pretty expensive doll so why don't i have some taste since he's alrea⸻"