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2ya2yao · 4 years ago

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The Locker - Heechul (s)

Summary: Heechul is one of your most difficult students, he can be quite a sharp tongue and an idiot, but one night that bothersome feeling can turn into something else.

Pairing: Heechul!student x professor!fem reader AU.

Word count: 2009.

Warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), language and dirty shit as always.

I also support very much his relationship, this is pure fiction, written just for fun. Please don't take it seriously just like all of my fics lol.

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"I think that's it for today," you spoke, walking between the desks of your students. The classroom was in complete silence as you carried the book in your hands, not really paying attention to it. "Do you have any questions?"

Your gaze traveled to check on the students, some of them looked really lost and it concerned you a little bit inside. However, you felt tired due to work. Sighing after a few seconds, you had no other choice but to let them go since no one raised their hand.

"Alright then, class is over now."

They settled their things and packed up everything on their bags. Quickly, all of them stood up and left the place, just your figure remained in the empty room. Closing the book with a loud sound, you walked over to your desk to check the classroom making sure that no one forgot something.

However, when you made it to the first row, there was this pile of papers on the wooden surface. You knew who sat in here, it was this goofy, arrogant boy. Heechul. The mere though of his name made you shiver and gave you a slight headache at the same time.

He was, by far, the most irritating student you had in your career. He would sit down in front of you, not to pay attention or listen to what you have to say, no. He did it to bother you. He was very popular among everyone, his loud laughter and his stupid remarks in the middle of class were also common from him.

Not only with you, but with a lot of professors on the faculty. You were the only one that hadn't threat directly that issue with him, you ignored him all the time, and for sure it was tired, however you knew he wanted and needed attention. So you decided not to give him the benefit, unlike other people.

Coming back to your present, you took the papers in your hand. It was an essay for another subject, and even if you didn't like him, you found yourself leaving the classroom and walked around in direction of the lockers just to give his homework back.

It was late and almost all students left the place to go back to their rooms, some of them still looked for stuff on their lockers or chatting while walking down the halls. At this moment you hated yourself, because you were sure you knew where his locker was located.

You made your way near the meeting room, you saw Heechul there sometimes before going inside the room with your coworkers and professors. His figure was on on the empty hallway, his face covered by the metallic door, his blonde dyed hair unmistakable.

"Heechul, you left this in my classroom."

After hearing his name, the student turned his head, just to hit himself with the door.

"What? I'm sorry- I'm looking for something," he stuttered, closing it. Suppressing a laugh, you looked away from him. He wasn't that brave now, wasn't he.

"This?" you handed him the essay. He was kind of shocked.

"Yes, thank you," he mumbled. He eyed the paper in his hands.

"You don't seem rude at this time of the day, do you?" you remarked. After all he just embarrassed himself in front of you, with no audience to watch or someone else to relay on his mean jokes.

"I get tired sometimes," he said in a low voice, placing his work inside the locker.

"How could you be tired? You don't do anything," you leaned yourself on the locker beside his.

Heechul closed his locker, and his gaze was on yours, but not for too much. Now your arms were crossed, giving him an unconscious view of your cleavage trough your blouse.

"Are you stressed?" you inquired, his eyes moved to his feet and his cheeks blushed a little.

Straightening yourself you cleared your throat, you felt his gaze before. You thought he wasn't going to talk anymore.

"It's almost my last year, and I now I've been everything but a perfect student, but I really want to graduate with a good score," Heechul confessed.

"You can still do it though, just change your attitude and you'll see how things come well."

He let out a slight chuckle. Damn, that fucking laugh of his.

"It's not easy, you know. When you have your friends here, I want to do something to not die of boredom like eighty percent of the time," he said with a grin.

Blinking a couple of times, you sighed. "Well, then I can't help with that. I think you're not understanding."

"I believe you and me don't work with the same philosophy," Heechul replied, now he had his arms crossed on his chest, looking like he had authority over you.

"I'm not obligated to discuss that since you're not going to accept my advise, and I think is stupid," you snapped.

"Well I think you're attractive," Heechul casually said, shrugging.

"What?"

"Now you're deaf?" he teased. His grin appeared once again.

You rolled your eyes. Just when you thought you could have a serious conversation with this fool, now you were done.

"You know what, stop that," upset, you turned around to leave, but he grabbed your hand to stop you.

"No, no, I'm sorry," quickly he stepped in front of you. Apologizing two times now was a record.

"You're fucking asshole, move."

"No, listen I'm sorry-"

"I don't fucking care you're my student, move or I'll move you," you fumed.

The blonde haired stood there, he gulped. He never saw you this upset and swearing at him, at no one. He was surprised. But it was more surprising when he just closed the gap between you two and pressed his lips against yours.

You let out a short gasp, his hand found the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, which you gladly accepted. You didn't know why you followed him, but he was a great kisser. His tongue explored your mouth, and the kiss was heating up quickly.

You broke up the kiss and guided him to the meeting room. It was open, you locked the door behind your back and rapidly Heechul found his way back to your lips, devouring them with fervor, pressing your body against the door. His large hands roamed over your figure, unbuttoning your blouse.

A moan came from your lips when his mouth went down on your neck and your collarbone, to stop at the top of your breasts. You left your blouse somewhere on the place, and he helped you to take off your bra as well.

"I've been stressed, you're right," he panted, going back to lick and suck on your neck slowly. "I hope you can help me out."

You chuckled. "I'm half naked, don't expect me to stop right here."

"Good."

His mouth then moved to play with your breasts, squeezing them with his hand, his tongue making you moan and shiver against his touch. Slowly he knelt down in front of you, creating a trace with his tongue and hands against your body until he reached the hem of your dressing pants, taking them off along with your panties and shoes.

You were exposed to him now, his big eyes looked at you, his breath against your crotch. He teased you, licking on your thighs until he reached your heated core. His mouth devoured you, you could feel his tongue brushing your clit from time to time and all you could do was moan and stand against the door.

Your legs spreaded more for him, and your hand reached his long, soft hair. Moans and curse words were filling the room, and every time he moaned along you could swear you got even wetter just by hearing those sweetie sounds coming from him. His fingers caressed your slit carefully, pulling his mouth away from you.

Heechul looked back to you, he loved the sight of his teacher with eyes shut, panting and moaning because of him. Your hand loosened from his hair and you whimpered when he slided two slim fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a quick pace. His gaze never left you, and a grin crossed his features every time you clenched your walls against his flesh.

"Fuck," you moaned with eyes closed. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, come for me," he praised in a low voice. "You look so beautiful like this."

His voice was the last thing to bring you to the edge, releasing yourself around his fingers. He pulled them out and happily licked your juices, humming at the taste. Heechul stood up and took you over the only couch on the place, placing you on his lap. You felt his hard dick against your bare ass.

You helped him to get out of his clothes, his shirt was thrown on the floor and he took off his pants and underwear. When he was done, he took your hips and made you straddle him on the couch. You whimpered when his tip brushed over your core, your hands running on his shoulders and pale chest, until they reached his dick. You stroke him a couple of times before aligning yourself on him.

He groaned at the sensation of filling you up. Slowly you took him all inside until your ass hit his skin. Your eyes closed, you still felt a little sensitive after your first orgasm, but it felt so good. Heechul's hands on your hips guided you to move up and down on top of him. He breathed against your earlobe, moaning and groaning.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and you rode him faster. One of his hands moved to your bouncing breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipple, your breath and moans hitting his skin when you hid your head on the crook of his neck. You could feel your skin getting sticky and sweaty along with his.

Heechul suddenly thrusted his hips, getting a whimper from you. His movements now made himself deeper inside you, occasionally hitting your sweet spot when your hips met his everytime you went down on him. The grip on your skin was harder, and you clinged into him, your nails marking him for sure.

His fingers traveled down your core and rubbed your clit. You moaned against his skin and felt that known sensation building up on your stomach. He increased the rythm of his thrusts, you gasped out loud as he started to poud into you senseless. A long string of curses and moans left his lips.

Your walls clenched around him and you came for the second time, moaning his name and clinging into him. Heechul's thrusts became erratic and pulled out from you quickly, he gave quick strokes to his lenght and finally released himself on your stomach with a loud groan.

Both of you stayed silent on the room, panting and coming down from your highs. After some minutes you moved off from him and sat down by his side on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly, you felt a little guilty. He was your student and this wasn't right, but it felt so good. And being honest, you wouldn't want it to end.

The fabric running in your skin surprised you, Heechul was helping you to clean his mess and soon when he was done, the piece made it to the trash can. You stood up to look for your clothes.

"I'm not going to say anything," he said, getting dressed. You gazed at him putting your underwear on. "If that's what you think."

You stayed silent and he walked towards you with just his pants on. Heechul tried to study your features.

"Did you not like it?"

"Of course I did," you gave him a weak smile. He was standing so close to you, his big beautiful eyes looking at you and pecked your lips.

"Then it'll be our little, dirty secret."

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battleangel · 6 years ago

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Heechul is a beautiful, lonely, desperate siren who wants to leave the ocean and be with a human who loves him. Siwon is a horny, selfish incubus that feeds off of humans by fucking them. Zhoumi is a cold vampire who hides his depression and suicidal ideation. That's not to mention the ghouls, alien gods and angels. https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1364505

#fanfic #asianfanfics #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #super junior #83line #teukchul #sihae #qmi #heechul #leeeteuk #siwon #donghae #kyuhyun #zhoumi

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soft-sarcasm · 7 years ago

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KIM HEE-CHUL: READ ME.

Pairing: kim hee-chul x reader.

Summary: you love hee-chul and hee-chul loves you, so why is that so hard for your brain to comprehend?

Genre: fluff, angst, the reader has major anxiety, so yeah.

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: fair warning this is just a mess of absolute rambling. But I couldn’t help myself, Heechul has been doing things to me lately and this just started coming out of me. It’s completely unfiltered and unedited but I kind of love it. I hope you enjoy it, thanks for reading. p.s read me by ha:tfelt is recommended.

At this point, you might as well pour the entire contents of the instant coffee jar into your mug. For all intents and purposes, that’s what you were currently doing as you added spoonful after spoonful of the caffeine saturated substance into the white porcelain.

It was just one of those days.

You had already been up for hours despite the fact that it had barely just passed 9 in the morning, but that’s just how insomnia and anxiety worked, you were never in control of your sleeping patterns. It was one of the many things that ate away at your sense of stability these days, the lack of control you had. You always demanded a sense of ultimate control in your life, but you had never been able to do that thanks to your insomnia which leads you having to inflict that stress on other parts of your life. Like your relationship with your boyfriend who had recently become your fiancé, who you had subconsciously made a point in not seeing for the past few days.

You couldn’t help it; it was just how you were. Something about the recent weeks had triggered your usual mental afflictions by tenfold, resulting in the feelings you were usually able to brush off to become too much, too heavy for you to continue on as normal. You just felt this weight on your chest that you couldn’t ignore and which was why you were separating yourself from just about everything you felt was out of your control, Hee-chul included. This was why you were here, in your own apartment that had become rather unfamiliar to you as you had been spending more time at your fiancé’s place than your own. But this was why you had yet too actually move in with him, despite the constant pestering, for this exact moment that you were always dreading when your thoughts and negative emotions caught up to you and you were forced to hide away from everything.

Perhaps it was the impending of the New Year that was making you nervous, all of the tasks you would have to succeed in the next few months piling in front of you like a looming mountain of doom. Or perhaps, and you were reluctant to admit this, it was the recent change in your relationship status with your boyfriend, now fiancé, of the last two years. You had never been in a long-term relationship before Hee-chul; in fact, you had never cared for anyone but your close friends before he had come into your life. Romantic relationships had never been important to you, to the point that the people closest to you sometimes joked that perhaps you were aromantic and just weren’t made for them.

Then you crossed paths with your now fiancé and KPOP superstar, Kim Hee-chul, and as cliché, as it felt to say, he changed your perspective on just about everything to do with the vitality of a life partner. You had never been opposed to the idea of the one; you just weren’t actively looking for them. If there was one for you, they’d make it into your life one way or another, and that’s how Hee-chul appeared.

In the second year of working with the prestigious firm you had worked your ass off in every aspect of both law school and every single one of your ventures after there just to get hired there, you were sent on the rather menial task of heading over to the apartment of one of your superiors clients to deliver and oversee the signing of some forms that were needed of him by his label. Taking papers over to client was not your job as an official Lawyer of the firm, a promotion you had clawed for during your two years of service, and to say you were slightly pissed off to be given to job by the sleazeball you were forced to call Senior each day didn’t make you any happier.

But despite it all, you remained as professional as ever, arriving just early for on time so that you were both punctual but also not invasive, a polite smile on your face as you bowed at the doorman who escorted you to the apartment before he left you to your own devices. The proceeding continued with you buzzing the doorbell and then having to wait a good 5 minutes until the door was flung open by a brightly dressed man that you knew as being a citizen of such a pop cultural obsessed country to be a member of the immensely famous group Super Junior, Kim Hee-chul. It also helped that you had read the client briefing on the drive over, but that was beside the point. He was handsome, you’d give him that and polite, no arrogance in his greeting as he allowed you into his home. He even offered you water which you accepted because that was rare for most of the ignorant, bossy clients you worked for and because it was impolite not to. You then had to sit there for a good 20 minutes, overseeing as he read and signed each form, having to impute instructions every now and then as you sat at his extremely red table, a cat curling at your legs that you attempted to ignore to remain professional.

When your time together was finally done, you bowed courteously, shook hands and were gone with a pleasant smile and without the pain of the headache you had been previously been expecting to gain from your interaction with the pop star. It was only when you were leaving through the papers as you were preparing to send them over to your asshole of a senior did you find the small sticky note with a sentiment somewhere along the lines of ‘I don’t usually do this, and I know you’re probably not interested, but coffee?’ Along with a scribbled set of digits. It was painfully cliché, and more likely than not completely unprofessional, but being the curious and experimental person you were, and again while he was your superior’s client he wasn’t yours so technically it wasn’t a breach of contract, you actually ended up texting the number.

And that’s how you ended up in your current two-year relationship and now an engagement. Holy shit, you were engaged.

You were a hundred percent sure that you were in love with Heechul; there was no question about it. But that was the problem. You had forever been rather wary of your emotions and always managed to keep them under control. Crying made you nauseous, sadness made you feel like your chest was going to collapse from weakness. And yet, you had never felt something as strong as what you felt for Heechul and now that you were engaged, it made everything that much more real and out of your control; it was yet another aspect of your life that you couldn’t pin down and force to your will, and that terrified you shitless.

Not that you could ever tell Heechul that even though you were certain he would understand. You didn’t want him to think it was him who was making you feel this way because it wasn’t. It was you and your problem of trapping yourself in your own brain and worrying about every small detail, every blink and every breath. You couldn’t stop it; you couldn’t stop your insane habit to fixate on everything and anything. You couldn’t help feeling that actually taking that step to move in with Heechul would relinquish that control you had over your living situation and yet, you had agreed to marry him. How could you marry him when you couldn’t even bring yourself to move in with him? How could you put him through a life with someone would just fritzed out over the smallest human emotion and ran away? How could you expect him to love you when you were so entirely dysfunctional?

You had just finished adding the sugar and milk to your coffee, hands slightly shaking from your overly chaotic thoughts when there was the shrill buzz that you had come to recognize as someone ringing your doorbell. Very few people ever came looking for you at your apartment anymore, seeing as you were barely, if ever there. This was why you approached the door with a rather large amount of caution, knowing full well that there was the high chance that the person you had been for all intents and purposes been avoiding was on the other side waiting for you.

You could understand Hee-chul’s curiosity and confusion, you too would be pretty baffled if just three days after agreeing to marry you, your significant other just sort of disappeared and sent you all sorts of excuses to not see you or really interact with you. You felt, even more, guilt when you popped an eye through the peep-eye and saw Hee-chul all but buzzing in his spot, bouncing lightly on his feet as he looked everywhere at once. This interaction was inevitable, especially as it had to happen so that your relationship could progress, but that didn’t mean you didn’t secretly want to feign that you were not here and simply ignore it for as long as possible.

But no, you needed to be the mature adult you prided yourself to be and confront this head on. Logic and all of that useless stuff that had frustratingly never been that useful when it came to romantic relationships, something that also bothered you about being in love, unlike in your line of work or even in your way of life, logic and pure fact wasn’t always the only answer. It had made the first few fights you had had with Hee-chul particularly bad as he had quite quickly decided you were going to be his life partner and grew easily frustrated with how you rarely ever actually brought your true emotions and vulnerabilities into the relationship while he laid everything bare for you. But you had worked through that, or at least you thought you had until you had scurried off to hide away from the reality of your relationship a week ago.

You were actually surprised Hee-chul had been able to wait this long before showing up at your place. Even though he had come to know how you operated and how you desperately needed your space when you felt stressed, he usually couldn’t keep himself for too long and that had actually been one of the main reason for your relationship’s success, nothing ever got left unsaid between you two and that kept you honest and connected.

“You know I can smell your coffee right? I know you there.” He stated calmly after waiting for a few moments, allowing you to continue peeping out, watching as he fiddled with his clothes and messed with his long hair constantly. “I think it would be easier if you just opened now because otherwise, I’m going to freeze and then we’ll never be able to have this conversation.”

Fuck, you hadn’t even thought about the weather and without a second thought, you were flinging open the door with such a force that it even scared Hee-chul who jumped back slightly. You took a moment to look at him, suddenly an indescribable feeling that charted the line somewhere between fear and longing swelling in your chest like a balloon as you took in his bundled appearance, a mask and scarf tucked under his chin while he was kept from the cold to an extent in his long padded coat. Everything about him was familiar and endearing and you were reminded why you felt safe with him to begin with.

You wondered slightly if he was also taking this time to do an overview of you and you knew for a fact that your appearance was 100% less pleasing. You were in a dark shroud of black chunky knits and matching leggings, hair scraped back from your face in an untidy bun and bags of lilac puffed up under your eyes due to the lack of sleep.

Due to this thought, you made quick work to end the moment so that he couldn’t look too closely and be able to read you as well as he always seemed to. “You can come in.”

He nodded in agreement and followed after you, taking a moment to discard of the outer layer of his clothing and shoes, closing the door behind the both of you so that the chill was kept out. You padded off to the kitchen to start making another cup of coffee in hopes of having something to keep you busy. It was when you turned the kettle back on that you heard him shuffle into the kitchen and right over to the counter next to you. You felt a warm hand envelope your cold and shaking one, halting it from making any move further towards the cupboard to grab that mug you had been reaching for.

“Please,” He spoke with a close softness that made you want to break at the amount of uncharted love that you felt at the very brush of his touch. “Please, can we just talk about this.”

The balloon of nerves that had bloomed in your chest seemed to double in size as your hand dropped instantly to your side, your knuckles clenching in disapproval of the wave after wave of confusing feelings that rushed through you. You should have already gotten past this point in your life, you should be passed reacting like this at your age and at this stage where you actually had someone in your life prepared to marry you. Fuck this feeling. Fuck all of this.

You turned on nerve weak legs to face the man you loved, the man you would probably never stop loving and when you saw the look of concern and poorly veiled desperation on his feels, you broke, you fucking broke like the poorly made shard of glass you were. Smashing to the ground at his feet as your knees folded under you and the balloon burst in your chest, releasing everything that had formed that in the safety of your ribs.

It took you a moment to realise that you had actually begun to speak between your hysterical sobs and that Hee-chul had lowered himself to crouch in front of you. You were spewing off now, like a tap left open in hopes of draining each drop of water from the dam of pent-up doubts you held.

“-and I know I shouldn’t feel like this, because your you, and I fucking love you. But I can’t help it, why can’t I help it? Why do I feel like this? Why does my brain somehow equivocate simply loving someone and wanting a future with them as some sort of strange loose of control? Why does this monster in my head make everything good seem like a disaster just waiting to happen? Why can’t I just be left to be normal and content for just one god damn second without feeling like everything is about to crash down on me?

It’s not fair. Any of it. It’s not fair that I feel this way, and it’s not fair to you because you have no reason to be treated like this, you’ve done nothing to deserve this. And it’s not fair that I keep dragging you into this when it’s all my fault and that I make you feel like you’re the problem when it’s me and my stupid brain and my stupid feelings. I mean we haven’t even moved in together because I’ve been too scared, what is going to happen if we get married? And it’s just, not fair.”

There was a breath then; the dam seeming to halt its flooding for a moment so that you could instead take in oxygen instead of tears though it was still hard because of the state you had worked yourself into. You took a moment to finally regain your situation, you and Hee-chul spiralled on the cold floor of your kitchen, his leg probably hurting from his current crouching position but his face not giving anything away as he simply held your hands in his, rubbing a soothing thumb over your bony knuckles.

You were scared shitless of what he was going to say because now you had truly done it. You had truly crushed every fragment of his image of you being an ideal partner. This was it, you had finally put everything into perspective for him and now was his time to leave. But that was okay because it wasn’t fair for him to stay anyway and he could most definitely find someone else better and less damaged and less fragile than you. Someone who would move in with him with no reservation and be able to accept his proposal without spiralling. You were so sure of this that you even contemplated taking off the ring that now felt like a brand against you skin before he could ask for it back as if you doing it first would somehow lift the pain.

There were a few more breaths taken by both of you before he finally spoke, first settling himself into a sitting position to relieve the discomfort on his injured leg. “Is that everything?”

You blinked in absolute confusion. Is that everything? Was there more you needed to say so that he could finally fully regret ever even consider you as his life partner? Were there more dysfunctions that he had noticed and was just waiting for you to say aloud? There probably were but before you could even have time to start spewing them off, he interrupted you.

“I’m going to take your silence as a yes and ask that you continue that silence so I can say my peace and then we can move to somewhere more comfortable than your kitchen floor,” You opened your mouth to say something but were instantly silenced by the look you were given, the stare saying ‘don’t you even dare,’ without any words being spoken. So you clamped your mouth shut, the tears beginning to dry on your cheeks and prepared your body for the blow of whatever final goodbye you were about to receive. “You obviously have been going through a shit time this past week and that’s understandable because we all get scared sometimes and you have every right to be scared of a life decision as big as marriage, especially as you already said we don’t even officially live together yet. But I want you to know that, that’s never bothered me. That I understand you need your space that you know you can go to and that it especially doesn’t matter seeing as you haven’t run away during I think the nine consecutive months you’ve been staying at my place now. And if that isn’t a true show of your dedication to this relationship, I don’t know what is.

And I get that you think this is all your fault and that you’re somehow ruining us because of your ‘stupid brain,’ but I’m rather offended you would ever say that because I happen to love that brain very much and I don’t like anyone, even if it’s the owner of said brain, calling it stupid. I want you to know that you are not breaking us and literally nothing you say will make me regret asking you to marry me and start a future with me. I want you to know that every time you run away, after an appropriate amount of time of course, I’m going to be running right after you because that’s what you do when you love someone. And I love you more then I can ever possibly comprehend and as long as you love me just much then that’s more than enough to keep us going!”

You were crying again at this point, big fat tears, but this time they weren’t out of sorrow, they were out of pure happiness and adoration because you were currently being given the most cheesy yet sincere speech you had ever heard in your life and dear god you fucking loved this man so much. This beautiful, un-judgemental man that loved you more than you would ever deserve.

“You’re mad Kim Hee-chul,” You blubbered, sniffing uncontrollably, “You’re an absolute, fucking wacko for coming in here and spewing all of that cheesy love bullshit when I literally just showed you what a fucking crazy person looks like.”

“Well,” He hummed while slowly closing the space between the two of you, a smirking curling like smoke at the edges of his plump lips “If I’m mad and you’re crazy, doesn’t that kind of make us perfect for each other?”

You didn’t stop the laugh that bubbled to your lips that were so close to his that you could feel the warmth he perpetually radiated on your skin and were basking in it as though it were the sun. “I love you, I love you so much.”

He sighed in content against your lips, “And that’s enough for me.”

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sweet-teeth-mfs · 6 years ago

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sugabywjsn · 7 years ago

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why are ppl so concerned over shipping and shippers (and fanfiction) in general?? like dont associate w shippers then like damn. I get it, some ppl are obnoxious abt it and some write smut (which again, is their choice, and i wont judge them for it no matter how much i dislike it for more reasons than just it being WRONG), but as long as they do not share w the idols then thats cool like keep ur sinning to urself. unless we’re talking about heechul and block b in general cause they all read fanfics abt themselves, and even smut (zico even joked abt it being too weak for him lol). in korean, that is. but i cant speak for all idols bcus some dont like it........ not even gonna comment on those who are blatantly homophobic AHEM. but back to the original topic, i honestly dont find anything wrong w fics or fic writers, and i dont get how its such a bad thing to some?? but then again, i do not read smut, unless its thrown into the plot, which i skip, but either way. there are some who just go into ship tags and comment shit??? pretty lame if u ask me. i’ve never shipped seriously, and even if i think an idol is dating another idol, i wouldnt ship it? I just think oh their chemistry is great and thats about it. and im not saying this to act all ‘i dont ACTUALLY ship it so im cool’, I actually have NEVER believed any of my fav pairings are real? there are some who I’ve been kinda suspicious of, and thats only if there is no fanservice involved. shit is pretty normal, y’all have been suspicious of ppl in your life, right? like ‘they seem close, are they dating?’ that type of non committed shit. but if you’re serious and sexualise idols and friendships, then I’d really like for you to reflect. these are real people in this world. they arent anime characters. and sure, fanservice is part of their career, but it doesnt give you the right to disrespect their private lives to the point all you comment is about that. it’s not cool at all to them, for example kook and chims cant even go on a trip w/o all of u assuming they fucked or even eloped lol but then again idgaf you can assume they’re in love for real thats ur problem lmfao

#y'all kno who im talking abt........... KAISOO #literally i'd be kinda shocked if it turned out they have never felt anything for eachother???#(honestly when i say ship i dont actually mean in a romantic way)#(should i start using brotp instead?)#(also when i say 'THEY ARE IN LOVE' i dont actually MEAN IT)#(its not that hard to grasp that ppl exaggerate)#(besides friends can love eachother.. not that new concept)

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theonlykwon · 7 years ago

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Jimin Is The New Black | “The F*ck Up 2000″ | Part Five

Genre: Comedy, Drama, Slight angst, Smut, Prisonau Rating: M Playlist: http://theonlykwon.tumblr.com/playlist Main Pairing: Vmin Minor Pairings: Namjin, GKook, Yoonseok, Lumin, Baekyeol, Krislay, Kaimin, Markson, Xiuho Synopsis: Jimin has visitors in prison for the first time. Jimin and Taehyung have a heart to heart and Taehyung introduces him to his work duty helper. A/N: I’ve been inspired by ’Orange Is The New Black’. But because it’s been based on it doesn’t mean the characters or their personalities will be alike to the characters on the show, just the basic outline is the same, so if you have or haven’t watched the tv show, you can still enjoy it :-D hopefully.

Remember, I originally started this fanfiction August of 2016, the characters ages were the age they were at the time I had written these chapters ^_^

The next morning, Jimin woke up in an empty cell. Taehyung had suddenly disappeared, leaving the boys bed empty for once, and Hoseok's bed was also empty with the sheets all neatly made. Memory's of the night before came swiftly flooding into his mind. Of how petrified he felt over such a little thing, how much of an idiot he had made himself look, and how Taehyung helped him through the entire thing.

It reminded him of all those storms he had gone through being comforted by the gorgeous brunette under the bed sheets. And also the many other moments they had together, like their first date and the many after that, the kisses they shared that he could swear he could still feel on his lips sometimes, all the intimate moments they had shared. And also the beautiful feeling of electricity and unquestionable happiness he felt at the time they dated.

No matter how many times he denied it, he had to face up the fact Taehyung made him feel good. He made him happy and the memory's the time they spent together was the happiest in his life and he treasured them more then any possession he owned, which was nothing at the moment, but still. Sure, they didn't have a very good ending to their relationship, and Jimin was now getting married, and it was Taehyung's fault they were both caught in this mess, but who’s to say he couldn't be friends with the blonde?

There is no reason he should keep avoiding him or punishing him for the messy breakup (though it was defiantly Taehyung's fault, no doubt). They were gonna be in this prison for over two years, and he didn't feel like spending those two years blocking the boy out. What had happened had happened and Jimin enjoyed spending time with him, and it was obvious Taehyung wanted the same thing. It was time to end the awkwardness.

And Jimin had every intention of apologising for his loutish behavior towards him since the moment they both set foot in the prison, but before he could find his ex, he was caught up to by Heechul, one of the nice security guards in the prison, and informed of his visitors. That was all the raven haired boy needed to go speeding down the halls and into the visitation room, completely forgetting about his days goal. He felt so much better as he spotted Seulgi and Daehyun sat at one of the tables in the room, opposite an empty chair, and talking to each other as they waited for their friend and fiancee. A relieved grin spread across the boys lips as he rushed to them.

"Guys!" As Jimin called out, Seulgi and Daehyun's conversation came to an abrupt end. They both shot up from their seats. Jimin instantly shoved himself against Seulgi and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace she reciprocated with ease. The scent of his fiancee was so familiar and homely and it just made his heart ache even more then before.

"Inmate! No touching!" Heechul shouted. Jimin looked over to the guard, giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes he could conjour.

"Please, It's my fiancee." He told him. Heechul looked them both up and down before nodding. Jimin grinned and continued to embrace the petite woman in his arms and the hug soon turned into a passionate, overdue kiss.

"Ok, thats enough inmate." Heechul told him. Reluctantly, the two pulled back. Jimin placed another kiss on her nose before they sat down. He flashed a smile to his best friend.

"Hey Dae." he said. Daehyun returned his smile and nodded.

"Hey ChimChim," He replied, "How you holding up?" Letting out a long sigh, Jimin shook his head.

"It's excrutiating being here. I'm surrounded by psychopaths and murderers. I've got no one sane to talk to. Every single day I can feel my own sanity hanging by a thin thread." He told him. Seulgi grabbed his hand and began to stroke it sympathetically.

"I'm sure it's not that bad honey." She replied. Jimin scoffed.

"Seulgi, I saw a guy get his throat cut." He replied. Seulgi's eyes grew wide, as well as Daehyun's.

"So yeah, I think it's bad." he told them. Seulgi cleared her throat and nodded. Jimin sighed and pulled his hand back to run his fingers through his ink black hair.

"Seriously. It's only been four days and I'm already losing my mind. I had to make a deal with some shady drug lord to get my phone so I could talk to you and I'm sure his intentions are not honourable in the slightest, they all look at me like a peice of meat, I haven't had a shower in four days. The psychopath in this place is an eighteen year old boy who will probably shank me in my sleep. I have two roommates, one of them has a few screws loose upstairs along with some SERIOUS bipolar disorder, he killed his own fucking boyfriend. And my other roommate is--"

He suddenly shut himself up. It probably wasn't the best to bring Taehyung up to his best friend, who has hated him from the moment he first laid eyes on him, and his fiancee who's eye twitches involuntarily whenever he mentions his past mistake. Daehyun raised his eyebrow.

"Is...?" he said, prompting. Jimin blinked at the two.

"...very...very strange..." He replied. Daehyun nodded. The boys behaviour was very suspitious, but his attention was soon caught by something else a table away. The hair was not as he remembered it, instead being blonde and wild, but the face, that stupid, dopey, gorgeous face was regonisable from a mile away. Daehyun's eyes grew so wide, they were close to popping out of the sockets.

"Please tell me I'm not seeing who I think I'm seeing right now." He told him. Jimin turned. How the hell could he have missed Taehyung chatting with his visitors at the next table? "What the fuck is he doing here Jimin?" Jimin turned back to the brunette as he spoke. Jimin sighed and stared at the table. He was unable to meet either of the two gazes.

"He got caught like me. I had no idea until I got here." He told him. Daehyung scoffed and shook his head. HIs eyes dragged over to the blonde once again. This time, Taehyung noticed the glare aimed his way and met Daehyun's eyes. A look of shock flashed over his eyes at the realisation of who was staring back at him before his lips twitched into a smirk. He winked at the boy, making Daehyun's skin crawl. Taehyung only chuckled and returned his attention to his two younger siblings sat in front of him.

"Who is that?" Seulgi asked innocently. Jimin could've sworn his heart stopped in that moment. Daehyun leaned forward with slightly amused eyes, waiting for Jimin's reply, whatever he came out with, it would surely be entertaining. But no reply came. Daehyun sighed. You want something done right, do it yourself.

"That's Taehyung." He answered for him. A gasp left Seulgi's glossed lips. Her wide eyes turned to her finacee.

"Your ex?" She asked. Jimin's own eyes turned wide once again.

"How do you know who Taehyung is? I never told you his name." He told her. Seulgi's gaze dropped to the table before it turned to the man sat next to her. Jimin followed her eyes and managed to put two and two together. "You talked to her about Taehyung?" He asked. Daehyun shrugged.

"She asked, I answered. And I knew you weren't going to explain everything, she didn't even know his name." He replied. Jimin scoffed. Some friend he was. Seulgi's eyes soon turned back to the blonde at the next table. She could see why her fiancee had been so captivated by the boy he was even convinced to smuggle drugs for him. Taehyung was undeniably beautiful. With sparkling, wide puppy dog eyes, a cute little nose, thick, pouting lips, a jawline you could cut yourself on, and perfect collarbones peaking above his jumpsuit. Just the icing on the cake of an utterly gorgeous body that would have even straight men drooling.

Seulgi felt like a pile of pigs vomit next to him. Saying her self confidence around the boy was minuscule was the biggest understatement of the century. Even her own heart sped up when Taehyung met hers. There was a look of shock on his face as he noticed her looking at him. Then it turned into a slightly challenging as they dragged up and down over her body before finally turning back to his very patient guests. As the girl let out a long sigh, Jimin noticed how her eyes were glued to Taehyung. This didn't miss Daehyun's eyes either.

"I'm gonna get a coke from the vending machine over there, do you guys want anything?" he asked. Jimin could tell it was just Daehyun's way of excusing himself so they could have a one on one talk.

"Snickers please. It's been days since I've seen human food." He told him. Daehyun chuckled dryly.

"Are you sure that's ok?" he asked. Jimin lowered his voice.

"I didn't get breakfast this morning. I'm starving." He told him. Daehyun sighed.

"Fine, I'll see if I can smuggle it for you." He told him. Jimin smiled. As Daehyun wandered away, Jimin turned back to the woman, who's eyes still hadn't dragged away from his ex boyfriend. He let out a sigh and held her hand.

"Seulgi." He began. Her eyes managed to unstick themselves to look at her fiancee, who gave her one of his heartwarming smiles. "Please don't worry about him. Ok?" He asked. Despite his words, her expression remained concerned and worried.

"Why didn't you tell me he was in here?" She asked him. Jimin sighed for what felt like the thousandth time.

"I'm sorry honey, I really am. I just didn't want you to worry." He told her. Seulgi's eyes dragged to the table. They soon turned back to the mesmorising blonde.

"He's so beautiful." She told him. Jimin shook his head, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face.

"Not as beautiful as you." He told her. Seulgi smiled, but it wasn't her normal smile. It wasn't bright and adorable. Instead, it was forced happiness, a ghost of its former brightness. He could tell she wasn't convinced. The forced smile had completely dropped off of her face when she turned back to him. Jimin rubbed his thumb across her hand.

"Seulgi, please don't worry. I don't care about Taehyung. I love you and only you. Ok?" He asked. Seulgi stared at the kind, sweet smile on her finacees face. Slowly, a small ghost of a smile appeared. She nodded. "Good. How's things without me? Burnt down the house yet?" Jimin asked. Seulgi chuckled.

"Nope. Thankfully not. It's been quite tough without you but, Daehyun's been helping me a lot." She replied. Jimin smiled.

"That's good. At least you're not alone, I couldn't stand the thought of you having to deal with this by yourself." He replied. Seulgi's gaze slowly dropped to the table.

"What about you? You have to deal with this alone. I hate you being in here. I wish I could be in here with you." She said. Jimin chuckled.

"I'd pay to see that." he replied, causing Seulgi to chuckle along with him. The giggles stopped, however, when she realised Taehyung's eyes were stuck to her, looking her up and down with nothing but distain. She turned to meet his gaze, at which point, he pulled his away.

"Though...you're not alone in here are you?" She asked. Jimin's smile also faded at her words. He slowly followed her gaze over to his ex, who had no shame looking back at the boy. Jimin sighed and turned back to Seulgi.

"Look, Seulgi. I put this ring on your finger. Yours. And I haven't regretted it for a second. Taehyung means nothing to me. Not anymore. You really have no need to worry. I have no intention of getting back together with such a lying, manipulative parasite. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And only you. So stop worrying, cause you'll only be making yourself feel worse about nothing." He told her. Seulgi sighed. Her lips once again twitched into a less then convincing smile as she nodded.

"You're right. I trust you. I'm just...worried." Jimin smiled. He hated having to say such things about Taehyung. Sure, he may have them at one time, but not now. But he wanted to convince Seulgi. Plus, a little bit of resentment may have been lingering. "I've been stressing myself out so much about this whole situation. I've been feeling shitty for days now. I was even sick this morning." Seulgi continued. Daehyun silently slid back into his seat with a can of coke. "

Yep, and guess who had to hold that hair? She seriously hurled buckets." He added. He slid the snickers bar under the table into Jimin's lap. Jimin gave him a small smile and turned back to his fiancee.

"Aww honey. Are you feeling ok now?" He asked. Seulgi shook her head.

"I'm feeling dizzy, but I should be ok." She replied. Jimin kissed her hand.

"Don't worry. I'll be out before we know it, and we'll be married, we'll start our own family and this will just be a memory." He told her. The woman's smile became more genuine as he spoke. She couldn't wait for that time to come. She just wanted to finally be married to the man of her dreams and for this nightmare to be over. For her and for him. Suddenly, a bell rang out.

"Ok everybody, visitation is over. Inmates line up and enter back into the prison in an orderly fashion and visitors exit through the main entrance." Heechul ordered. The three stood up as everybody else followed the orders. Jimin smiled and wrapped his arms around Seulgi.

"Please don't worry. This'll all be over soon. I love you." He whispered. Seulgi indulged in the warm feeling of Jimin's arms around her.

"I understand. I love you too." She replied. Jimin unwrapped his arms and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. He turned to Daehyun and wrapped his arms around him.

"Don't go chasing the past Jimin. Remember how much you have to lose." Daehyun whispered. Jimin frowned as he pulled away. But as Daehyun shot a glance to the blonde lucifer currently wandering back into the prison, he understood what he was talking about. He gave his friend a smile.

"I know." he replied. Daehyun nodded and patted him on the back twice.

"Park, back into the prison!" Heechul shouted. Jimin nodded and gave the two another smile before turning and following the other inmates into the prison. As he walked out of the visitation room, Jimin caught the sight of the tall raven haired psychopath standing close by. He stopped and stared at Jungkook. The boy was staring through the window into the visitation room. The look in his eyes was far away, and quite reflective. Peaceful. It seemed like he was expecting someone, or envious of the people who were expecting someone. But why would a sociopathic, psycho serial killer care about something like that?

Everybody will tell you their job is difficult. They'll tell tales of all the chores they're expected to do and how overworked they are and act like nobody else's compares. That is, until they hear the tale of the Warden of one of Seoul's biggest prisons and how he has to deal with murderers, thieves, mafia members and every type of psychotic, sadistic sociopaths.

It's not like Joonmyeon hated his job as warden of Bangtan. He just...hated his job as warden of Bangtan.

Everyday he would have a security guards coming up to him telling him horror storys about the inmates found in a compromising position in the broom closet, or the amount and different types of contraband found in the prison supplied from god knows where, or the latest victim of a certain raven haired boy with a pocket knife.

Joonmyeon sighed and took off his glasses as he stared at the new inmate staring opposite him. The son of China and Seoul's biggest mob boss. The boy, due to the shady family business, had been in and out of the prison more times then he could count. And somehow, Joonmyeon found him sitting opposite him once again.

"Well, aren't you quite the boomerang?" he asked, "I thought I'd gotten rid of you the last time, apparently I was wrong."

Kris raised an eyebrow. An obviously forced, sickly sweet grin stretched across his handsome, stoic face as he leaned back in his chair. "I just love this place too much Joonmyeonie." He said. Joonmyeon hummed, obviously totally convinced by the boy. Kris grinned and leaned forward, staring Joonmyeon straight in the eye. "I bet you missed me eh Joonmyeonie?" he asked in a taunting voice. Joonmyeon's eyebrows furrowed at Kris's mocking sultry tone. "Bet your nice ass is just begging for me eh?" Kris swiped his tongue across his lips.

Joonmyeon rolled his eyes and put his glasses back up his nose as Kris let out a loud laugh. Joonmyeon just shook his head and put his glasses on the bridge of his nose, going through all the paperwork in his hands. At some point in the silence engulfing the room, Kris decided to prop his feet, clad in his customary black doc martins

"Things haven't changed much in your two week absence. You're in Cell Block B, your customary cell of course. Work duty will be given shortly. You can go now." He dismissed. Kris saluted with two fingers.

"Yes sir." He said in a overly dramatic tone as he callously stood up from his chair and wandered over to the door. But as he opened the door, he froze, eyes dropping to the floor. He turned back to Joonmyeon. "My father...he was the one who turned me in....wasn't he?" He asked. Joonmyeon looked up just in time to meet Kris's eyes as they traveled back up. Despite the stoic expression on the elders face, there was rare genuine emotion behind his eyes. It was a mixture of sadness for the high probability he was correct, but there was also a glint of hope for the possibility he could be wrong. But he was right. He knew it, Joonmyeon knew it. What more did the boy expect though?

Kris didn't need a reply, the look on Joonmyeon's face was all he needed to answer his question. Eyes dropping to the floor once again, he nodded and finally walked out. Joonmyeon sighed. Kris was intelligent, talented, handsome and charasmatic. He could've been so much more then he is if he wasn't groomed to take over the family crime syndicate from birth. But that was none of Joonmyeon's business. So the Warden just continued to shuffle his paper until another light knock on the door could be heard.

"Come in." Joonmyeon called. A chubby cheeked man with beautiful cat eyes and slightly pudgy but no less adorable body wandered in. The man wore a wide, gummy grin that oozed ignorant happiness as he closed the door and bowed to the warden. Joonmyeon couldn't help but return the smile with ease. He stood up and held his hand out.

"Ahh, Security Guard Kim, good to see you again, welcome to Bangtan." He said. The man took his hand and shook it eagerly.

"Thank you Warden Kim, please, call me Minseok." He replied. Joonmyeon nodded towards the seat Kris had once occupied opposite him.

"Ok, then I insist you call me Joonmyeon, Minseok." He said. Minseok bowed once again before taking his seat. Joonmyeon sat down.

"I'm glad you applied for this job, I was happy to give it to you. We need someone like you in our team." He said. Minseok bowed his head, bright grin not leaving his face once.

"Thank you Joonmyeon. It's an honour to be here. I also find you very inspiring, becoming Warden of Seoul's biggest correctional facility at such a young age, it's amazing." Joonmyeon grinned at the floor and nodded.

"Thank you." He replied.

"I know Bangtan has gained a bad reputation, but I can't wait to get started." Minseok continued. Joonmyeon couldn't but love the new guards enthusiasm, but it was going to be crushed out of him the second he steps into those halls.

"I'm glad you're so enthusiastic, it's something we need here," he replied, "I want you to remember where you are though. You're surrounded by murderers, rapists, theives and gang leaders, If they see a spark of happiness, they'll beat it out of you. I can't protect you all the time, I need you to be on high alert all the time ok?" he asked. Minseok's smile dropped off his face and was replaced by a serious expression as he nodded.

"Yes sir." he replied. Joonmyeon smiled at the boy. There was something about this man that intrigued him. A silence fell over the room as Joonmyeon scanned the boys chubby face, bright orange hair and wide, doe eyes.

"If that's all sir, don't you think I should be getting to work?" He asked. Joonmyeon snapped out of his daze.

"Of course, apologies." He said. Minseok smiled and nodded before standing up and walking out. Joonmyeon let out a long sigh.

Taehyung had disappeared from sight by the time Jimin left the visitation room and as Jimin had entered the prison halls once again, he remembered what his goal was from before. But before he could find the illusive blonde, he was pulled into work duty. Kyungsoo sent him off to fix a broken washing machine in the wash room. He had no idea how to do that, but he couldn't exactly dispute his orders could he?

The wash room was just a room lined with several thousand washing machines, all whirring in synch, along with thousands of the many inmates laundrys all thrown into large baskets. The gentle whirring of the washing machines managed to actually calm the boy down, which seemed rather impossible at this point. But he immediatly lost that calmness when he noticed the boy stood throwing various bits of laundry into one of the machines. And he lost a bit more when he realised it was Taehyung. He must've been stuck on laundry duty. Jimin approached him with caution.

"Hey." he said. Taehyung looked up from the bed sheet in his hands. A small smile managed to appear on his face, but though it was small, it was definitely...genuine.

"Hey." he replied. Jimin shuffled awkwardly on the spot as he fiddled with his tool belt, but the smile never left his face.

"I was sent from electrical to fix the faulty washing machine." He told him. Taehyung grinned and threw the sheet into the washing machine.

"Yeah, it's the Fuck Up 2000 over there." He nodded towards the machine on Jimin's right. Jimin chuckled.

"So, you got stuck on electrical huh? How unfortunate." Taehyung said.

"Yep. But not as unfortunate as being stuck cleaning up peoples dirty panties." He replied. Taehyung nodded.

"You have no idea how many thing's I've found covered in cum. I had no idea that there was this amount of cum in the world, let alone one prison." He said. Jimin laughed loudly. He wasn't surprised, all the guys here seemed to be very very horny people.

"Half of it's probably from Namjoon though." He replied. Taehyung sighed and nodded.

"No doubt." He replied. Jimin chuckled and turned to the fuck up 2000. He had no idea what to do, but he pretended to as he scanned it. His eyes soon glided back to the blonde.

"Tae..." he began. Taehyung looked up from the sheet (that was covered with a not so mysterious substance) in his hands and smiled. Jimin just stared at the floor. "...I just wanted to say thank you...for last night..." He said. Taehyung blinked a few times, but the smile soon returned, wider then before.

"It's fine. You know I'll always be there for you. I'm not a completely heartless bastard, you know?" He asked. Jimin grinned and finally looked up to meet the boys warm brown eyes.

"I never thought you were a bastard, Tae." He replied. Taehyung's smile developed into a wide, rectangular grin before continuing to thrown different sheets into the washing machine and turning it on.

"Look, Tae...I also wanted to say I'm sorry." He said. Confused, the younger frowned.

"For what?" He asked. Jimin sighed.

"For everything...ever since we got here, I've been avoiding you and ignoring you and treating you like shit. I know our past isn't the best, but...I really want to spend time with you again. After last night, it reminded me of how special you were to me. I don't want to lose that. Not again. And we are in here for three years. I don't want to play this game anymore. Can we just be friends?" He explained. Taehyung listened attentively at the boys words. He had been waiting for the moment he could be close to this boy again. He really missed Jimin. Taehyung grinned.

"How could I refuse that face?" He asked. Jimin batted his eyelashes sweetly, causing them both to chuckle.

"Of course ChimChim, I understand. I understand why you would be pissed with me. It is my fault we're in this mess after all." He replied. Jimin shook his head.

"Ahh, you're not completely to blame. You were the one who persuaded me, but you didn't throw me on that plane." he replied. Taehyung sighed and leaned against the washing machines.

"You just couldn't resist my gorgeous bod." He replied. Jimin chuckled.

"I was easily persuaded back then." Taehyung tutted in dissprovement and began to throw pieces of clothes into the machines again. A comfortable silence took over the room. It was nice for the two to finally have this weight off of their shoulders. No more awkwardness. One less thing to worry about in this hell trip. But Taehyung soon brought the silence to an abrupt end.

"So, I saw you in the visitation room earlier." He said. Jimin nodded.

"Yeah, you were with your brother and sister. How are they?" He asked. Taehyung smiled.

"They're fine. Still raising hell in school," He replied, "You were with Daehyun. How is he? Still hate my guts?" Jimin sighed.

"Some things never change." he replied. Taehyung shook his head. He glanced at the elder.

"That woman you were with...was that...your fiancee?" He asked. Jimin smiled at the thought of Seulgi. Even the very thought of seeing her again this morning, he hadn't been able to keep the smile off of his face.

"Yeah." He replied. Taehyung couldn't help but notice the look on his face. He looked...happy.

"She's so beautiful." He said. Jimin chuckled.

"She said exactly that about you earlier." He replied. Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

"Really? That was kind of her." He said. Jimin hummed in agreement. Suddenly, footsteps approached the two.

"Ok TaeTae, got another load." A man taller then both Jimin and Taehyung, with perfectly styled, jet black curtain hair, wandered in, carrying a basket of more inmate laundry. He suddenly stopped, his eyes growing wider as he noticed Jimin and his perfectly spherical ass.

"Wow, who is this?" He asked. Both men rolled their eyes in sync.

"This is Jimin, he's from electrical here to fix the fucked up machine." he replied. The man hummed and scanned the raven haired man up and down.

"Awesome. I thought the day would never come." He said. He plonked the basket on top of the other several thousand laundry baskets and turned back to Jimin.

"I'm Jisoo. Kim Jisoo. And what a pleasure it is to meet you Jimin." He said. Jimin frowned and tried his hardest to ignore the lustful stares the man was giving him. The man was extremely handsome, but Jimin wasn't into guys who think they're badass just because they drive a motorbike every now and then. Taehyung chuckled and shook his head.

"Save it baby, he's straight. Well...what are you again?" he asked. Jimin gave the boy a glare, but Taehyung only let out another giggle. Jisoo shrugged.

"I've been known to turn 'em. Don't worry." He replied. Jimin rolled his eyes and continued trying to fix the machine. Jisoo looked between the two boys. "Wait, I didn't interrupt anything did I?" He asked. Taehyung raised his eyebrow.

"Like what?" he asked. Jisoo shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe you were planning a fucking time?" He asked with a wink. Taehyung chuckled while Jimin scoffed.

"Definitely not." He replied. Taehyung's smile was wiped straight off of his face. He stared at the boy, but decided to keep his attention on the clothes in his hands. Jisoo shrugged and wandered over to the blonde.

"Whatever." He said. He wrapped his arms tightly around Taehyung and leaned his head on his shoulder. Taehyung didn't seemed phased by it, in fact, he smirked at the feeling of the boys long arms around him and the warm breath fanning his ear. "I would rather me be the only one fucking you baby. Can't give his nice ass out to just anyone can you?" He asked. Taehyung giggled. Jimin watched as Taehyung turned and wrapped his arms around the mans neck.

"Yeah, but can you get off yours and do your fucking job?" He asked. He pushed the boy away in a teasing fashion, his smirk in plain sight on his face. Jisoo chuckled and raised his eyebrow.

"Yes sir." He replied in an overly dramatic tone. He gave Taehyung a wink before turning and wandering out of the room. But as soon as he left the room, he quickly pocked his head back in.

"Hey Jimin-ah." Jimin looked up to face the boys shit eating grin. "If you are open to getting with my TaeTae sometime, I'm just saying, I'd love an invitation." He disregarded the disgusted look on Jimin's face and gave the boy a wink before finally walking out. Taehyung chuckled and shook his head.

"He's crazy. But super sexy. Don't you think?" He asked as he started whirring the washing machine. Jimin hummed. Why did he feel this annoying, sickening feeling in the bottom of his stomach as he watched the entire pathetic attempt at what that guy would call flirting. It was so annoying too watch the two so shameless. His eyes dragged over to the blonde, who was still smiling to himself as he routed through the laundry.

"...Are you two...you know..." He asked. Taehyung looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"Fucking?" Clearing his throat, Jimin stared down at the floor. "No. But I might. He is gorgeous." He said. Jimin's eyes became wide at his reply. Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Don't look at me like that. I haven't had sex in a very long time ok? And when a totally hot guy with a six pack to die for comes onto you, well, I may be an idiot, but I'm not so much of an idiot that I would turn down such an offer." He explained with a smirk. Jimin nodded and turned back to the broken washing machine. As he attempted to fix it, his mind was stuck on Taehyung's words. He tried his hardest to work out, what this feeling trapped in his stomach was. Why was he so...jealous?

Jin should've felt shame hearing his moans vibrate off the cell walls around him, but he didn't care. His mind was numb and the pleasure he was receiving from the man in between his spread legs was consuming him quickly. He wanted everybody to know how far gone he was. He was in heaven..

"Mmm...please baby....yes, shit...." he moaned as the man expertly bobbed his head up and down on the boys rock hard cock. He felt himself nearing his climax with every suck. "Ahh...yes...fuck...AGH!" He yelled out at the top of his lungs as he released into the mans mouth. That signature grin was what Jin was met with when he finally opened his eyes.

"Don't look so fucking smug." He told him. The man chuckled and lay next to the elder.

"Sorry baby, I can't help it when I hear you moaning like that. You're so fucking loud, I love it." Namjoon told him. Jin rolled his eyes and captured Namjoon's lips in a passionate kiss. He hummed as the youngers tongue entered. He had no idea what their relationship was exactly, but everything was just so simple and easy with Namjoon. They were so comfortable together and it had been from the moment they met ten months ago. And Namjoon always made him feel wanted, and not just in bed. Sure, when they were around everybody else, they looked more like friends, they had never been into PDA, but when they were alone, they would both bring out their romantic side, tiny kisses, playing with strands of each others hair or just cuddling and talking. But they can also be rough with each other, their sex was always so good.

Namjoon grinned as he pulled away, brushing the boys sweaty bangs out of his face. "I love you looking so wrecked darling, so pretty." He told him. Jin giggled and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist. He loved the warmth radiating from the mans body. "When will I finally get a confession out of you Jinnie? I've been waiting for so long now." Namjoon said. Jin sighed. He really did care for Namjoon. Maybe even loved him, but there was no way he could admit that, despite their relationship. He wasn't ready.

"Look Jinnie, I love you. I know what you've been through, but I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not as strong as I look you know." They both chuckled. But Namjoon pulled him closer and pressed their foreheads together. "Hey, I love you, ok?" He said. Jin smiled at his feet. Namjoon was a huge idiot, but he was the kindest, sexiest, sweetest man he had ever known. He did love him. He just wasn't ready to say it.

"I know." He replied. Namjoon sighed. Jin glanced at his feet before meeting his eyes again. "I...adore you Namjoon." He said. Namjoon tutted and rolled his eyes.

"That's not what I'm looking for." He told him. The elder nodded and sighed, staring at Namjoon's inmate ID badge where he's giving the camera a wink with his lips spread into a thin line resembling a smile in the extremely arrogant, cocky way Jin loved. Namjoon lifted his lovers chin with his finger, so he was now making eye contact. "You think you could give me a confession before I leave this place?" He asked. Namjoon sighed blissfully. "It's not long now. Two months. I can't wait." he said.

Any remainder of happiness had left disappeared at that statement. He couldn't believe the only man he had loved for years was leaving in two months. Jin was in for murder, he would be in this hell until he was a frail old man, Namjoon would forget about him the day after he got out of the prison while Jin would be left to grow old alone. He was going to lose his only source of happiness and sanity.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked, pulling Jin closer. The brunette sighed. His sad, puppy dog eyes dragged up to meet the blondes.

"...I'm gonna miss you..." He whispered.

"Aww, baby. I'm not going to leave you ok? I love you. Just because I'm leaving soon doesn't mean we'll never see each other again." He told him. Jin heard what Namjoon was saying but he didn't believe a word. He knew that something like this was out of their hands. They couldn't stop growing apart. The way Namjoon took his hand and gently kissed it didn't make Jin's heart ache any less. "Honey, let's just enjoy the time we have together now. Ok?" He asked. The brunette sighed, but forced a smile on his face before nodding.

"You're right." he said. He pressed their lips together, not wasting any type pushing his tongue in. Namjoon's hands slowly moved down to cup the boys bare round ass and squeezed it gently. Jin moaned and broke the kiss. Keeping their lips inches apart, he stared into Namjoon's eyes, breath mingling. "Can I ride you now daddy?" He whispered. A wide grin spread across his face.

"I thought you'd never ask." He replied. Jin giggled as he straddled his lover. Suddenly, a silence fell between them. Their time together was really limited. Namjoon reached out and brushed a strand of the boys brown hair out of his face, taking in the beauty in front of him.

"I really do love you Jin. I meant everything I said. I'm never going to leave you." He told him. Jin smiled sadly and nodded.

"I know." He replied. Suddenly, a groan was heard from the bed opposite. Jackson ripped out the earphones that were linked up to his iPhone Jiyong had smuggled in. He had been trying desperately to get some sleep, he thought listening to his music on full blast would cancel out the sound of his best friend fucking his cougar, but to no avail.

"Will you guys just take your 'intimate fucking' elsewhere," He told them, "Not to spoil the mood or anything." Namjoon chuckled.

"No problem." He replied. Jackson rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Fuck it, I'll go see Mark, thanks to you two I'm horny." He said. Jin grinned and gave him a wave as the boy dragged his tired feet out of the cell.

"I've never seen a guy so annoyed at being horny." He said. Jin chuckled.

"Weren't you in high school at one point Namjoon?" He asked. Namjoon shrugged, causing Jin to chuckle again. "Where were we?" Namjoon asked. Jin grinned and leaned down to capture the mans lips once again. He did truly love the blonde. There was just such a connection. After what had happened to him before, he thought he'd never be able to love another person again. But he had. And now he was suffering for it all over again.

Four Years Earlier

Tears rolled down his cheeks, smudging his eyeliner. His whole body shaking, he hugged his knees with arms painted with purple bruises and cuts, new and old. Jin couldn't remember the last time he had smiled, the last time he was truly happy. He was a coward. People wouldn't understand. He was so alone, isolated. And the only person he had left was the man who was the reson behind his unbearable pain and misery.

Why did he have to be stuck in this hell? Why was he so alone?

Work duty lasted for what felt like years, and yet Jimin managed to get no where with that stupid washing machine. And by the end of it, he was exhausted. He wandered over into his cell. It was finally quiet and it wasn't taken over by Taehyung for once. He instantly flopped down on it and allowed himself to be taken in by the beautiful silence surrounding him.

That was, until the sound of feet padding into the cell hit his ears. He opened his eyes just in time to see an inmate running into his cell. The man didn't look at all threatening, the goofy look on his face was extremely reminiscent of Hoseok, but Jimin couldn't help but shoot up. Not even acknowledging him, the man padded straight past him. He couldn't help but get a little confused when the boy hid behind his bed.

"Hello?" Jimin asked. His cautious greeting was met with a 'shh' from the man. His eyes were darting out of the cell.

"Is he gone?" He whispered. Jimin frowned, but turned around to see who he could be talking about. The tall handsome security guard, Siwon, strolled past leisurely. The inmate ducked his head down so he was hiding behind the bed, unaware the top of his head and brown curls were still peaking over the top. Jimin watched Siwon until he had wandered past, not even sparing the two a glance.

"He's gone." Jimin told him. The brunette let out a sigh of relief and displayed a slightly endearing smile as he stood up and walked over to him.

"Thanks, I thought he was on my tail." he said. He held out his hand. "I'm Jo Kwon, pleased to meet ya."

Jimin smiled. The man didn't seem dangerous at all, his chirpiness was even infectious. Plus, he was about the same height as him, so it didn't make the raven haired man seem self conscious about his height, which was rare.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Jimin." He replied, taking the hand. Jo shook his hand viciously, almost making the youngers arm shake out of the socket, but Jimin could only return the boys wide grin. "So, why were you hiding from Siwon?" he asked. Jo took back his hand and waved it dismissively.

"Oh, don't worry, I just thought he may have realised I have contraband." He replied. His features lit up. "Wanna see what Jiyong smuggled in for me? It's totally awesome!" He said. Jimin raised his eyebrow, but nodded. Jo opened his clenched palm to reveal a tube of something Jimin could recognise, but not quite figure out what it is.

And then it hit him.

"It's strawberry! Isn't that awesome!?" He asked. Jimin's eyes grew wide as he stared down at the bottle of strawberry scented lube in the boys hand. Looks like phones weren't the only thing Jiyong smuggled in. He couldn't work out how Jo could be so comfortable showing off his lube preference, but he couldn't say he was completely shocked. Everything about this guy was flamboyant and over the top. Jimin puffed out breath and decided to humour him by giving him a wide, but obviously fake grin as he nodded.

"Yeah...amazing." he said. Jo stuffed the tube into the pocket of his grey hoodie.

"Well, I gotta go and try this new shit out. I'll see you later." He said. He gave the boy a cute little wave, but Jimin couldn't help but shiver at the thought of Jo and what he could be possibly doing with that...substance. Jo wasn't unattractive, quite the opposite, but...still...it was an unpleasant image. He managed to force a smile. He turned around to the bed as the boy wandered to the door. But the footsteps slowly growing more distant suddenly stopped abruptly. Jimin turned around to see Jo staring at him with furrowed brows.

"You know, you have gorgeous hair, you should come and see me sometime. I run an undercover salon in the east wing. What I could do with hair like that." He said. Jimin smiled. Figures this guy was a hairdresser. Jo waved once again before finally disappearing. Jimin sighed. This place was full of such...interesting people. As he lifted the covers on his mattress to finally have this nap he had been dying for, he suddenly spotted something. As he ripped the covers from his bed, a piece of tattered paper, ripped at the edges, sat in the middle of his bed.

He picked the paper up and started reading the writing scribbled on it.

'My Dearest Jimin, I long to hear your voice I long to hear your laugh I long to feel your lips on mine I long to feel your touch I long to hear you moan, I long to hear you scream You are a rare butterfly in this dark, miserable world You light up my dark, miserable mind Please say you'll accept my love Please say you'll be mine My Jimin-ah'

Jimin blinked in awe. Who the hell would write a love letter in a place like this? Nobody he knew would write something like this. Namjoon was an idiot, but he wasn't this much of an idiot. Jin was also smart enough to know that this was an absolutely stupid thing to do. Hoseok was still pissed at him and had no romantic interest in the boy. Kikwang seemed to be one of the sanest people in the entire place. Jungkook was a complete psychopath but didn't seem like a love letter type of guy and Jiyong was a more then one fuck buddy type of boy, not to mention his thing with Jungkook.

Taehyung was one of the most likely candidates, but he always said he thought love letters were cliched and un-original. He preferred bigger, flashier gestures of love.

So who the hell would write such a thing?

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