Yoongi and Seokjin did not speak to each other for a long, long time. A week, to be exact.
Seokjin came to Yoongi's cell to drag him to shower time every day. Yoongi took a shower, was redressed, and then was sent back to his bed.
It was his new routine and he missed his boyfriend so, so much.
Because Mark and Youngjae were no longer around, Seokjin was the only guard available and Yoongi didn't have to go to any more doctors' appointments.
Everything was boring and nothing was ever going on anymore.
It almost made him wish that he and Seokjin would argue again for real.
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Obviously, Yoongi hadn't really had the time nor the privacy to get off even once since he had been framed.
He hadn't realized how pent up he had been until he was palming himself slowly through his ugly orange suit, begging himself to go faster. He couldn't risk being loud, though; shower time would happen soon and Seokjin would get here any minute.
He bit his lip, a blush settling on his cheeks, as he dug the heel of his palm into his clothed bulge. Maybe he could continue things in shower time. Probably not. He had all the reason to hurry up and have his release here.
Still, he didn't really want to. He hadn't gotten off in upwards of half a year and he wanted to draw things out.
His back arched against the bed as he grabbed himself, letting out a little whimper.
"Yoongi? What are you doing?"
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Death Row || YOONJIN
FanfictionWhen Min Yoongi, a lethargic 22-year-old, gets sent to jail on a false accusation and sentenced to death, he has no one left to believe that he's actually innocent. Surprisingly quickly, he makes a friend, a man who's breathtakingly handsome, a pris...
