A few years later!

Ever had a crazy dream about a hot guy flexing his full-grown biceps and his abs causing flips in your heart as they stood out more prominently with the sweat covering his body and his gym pants barely staying over his pelvis showing off his vline?

If this was a sixteen-year-old Jungkook then I would have believed that he is bluffing.

But damn!

This is an eighteen-year-old Kook! How can you accuse him of bluffing?

"Can you shut that narration of yours, Mr. Bang?" Jungkook breathed heavily as he let go of the dumbells and walked towards the old man with a towel in his hand. He quickly took the towel and wiped himself off.

"It's an important day-"

"I know. I am up for it!" Jungkook spoke up.

"Also, Mr. Bang..," Jungkook began.

"Yes?"

"Send the cards! It's show time." With that, he walked out of the room.

Mr. Bang pulled out his phone and dialed a specific number.

"Hello?"

"It's time, Yeonjun. Let's distribute the cards."

"Aiye, aye captain!"

He quickly cut the call and rushed towards the inner door to open up a secret garage and unlock the door to a very special car that he had kept just for this day.

"Let's drive you, baby!" He patted the steering wheel before driving it out of the garage.

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The crowd gathered towards the center of the hall with all the spotlights falling right over the closed curtains of the stage.

A roar was followed by applause soon occurred as the huge curtains slowly slid open to reveal the breathtaking angels that stood beside each silver pole that was assigned to them.

The crowd was filled with hungry men screaming their lungs out in pleasure at the mesmerizing sight before them.

A place filled with rich men loaded with money that sat in the extreme front observing every stripper like a hawk and finding their particular taste as they gripped onto the bundle of cash in their hands.

Among all the beauties, there stood one at the center with the shiniest pole before him.

He stepped ahead of all the strippers beside him to grasp the pole with his tiny little fingers as seductively as possible.

The men breathed a flustered sigh as they experienced the male's presence in front of them.

The young male pitched the stage by hitting the floor with a tap of his heel that was laced around up to his knee.

The silky blue hair flowed down to the nape of his neck. Those hazel-brown orbs shined brightly with every spotlight falling over him.

The male breathed through his soft, slightly parted plump lips that were painted with a pink tint and raised his chin to face the crowd.

He slid his hand over the pole and grasped it to twirl around as the music played in the background. His curvy figure swayed side to side and leaped high to clutch onto the pole with his legs locking around it. He let go of his hands to hang upside down with each muscle in his thigh flexing tight.

The male slowly pulled himself over to hold onto the pole and let go of his legs to slide down to do a full split. The glitter over his eyelids shimmered brightly as his hips swayed side to side.

After a few minutes of the performance, the crowd shouted to put forth the hefty amount before them to grab hold of a private room to relish a night with the gorgeous stripper.

The stripper smirked as he looked at the men and stepped down the stage. He was blocked by a male and Jimin was quick to grab the man's neck by his palm.

"Woah! Easy there young man." The man spoke up.

Jimin was about to throttle the man for bumping into him but Viper was watching.

Viper was watching the duo from afar.

"What do you want?" Jimin slowly let go of the man's neck.

The said man slightly lowered his head to face Jimin more clearly, "It's me!" He whispered.

"Yeonjun?" He whispered back.

"Ahem! Ahem!" The man cleared his throat as he felt Viper advancing toward them, "It's Mr. Kim for you, baby boy! And I have brought a truckload of money to take you from here." He leaned closer to grope Jimin's ass but was quickly pulled back by Viper.

"What is going on here?" Viper asked.

"Oh! I am planning to buy him." Yeonjun, I mean Mr. Kim spoke up fixing his mustache.

"He is not for sale." Viper denies it immediately. 

"Well, then what about the head-haired, bitch!" Mr. Kim points towards the stage where Hoseok stood.

"He isn't either!" Viper glares at the man.

"Then what do you even have to offer me? I ain't going empty-handed from here," Mr. Kim proposed.

"Fine, follow me." Viper threw a glance over Jimin who acted like nothing ever happened and guided Mr. Kim towards the other strippers.

Jimin was quick enough to let go of his smile once Viper disappeared from the arena and signaled Hoseok towards the room.

He quickly rushed towards the room and closed it behind them. He slid his hand at the back to take the card that Yeonjun left when he groped his ass.

"A plain card?" Hoseok asked as he came closer to Jimin.

"There has to be something," he quickly rushed towards the candle in the corner and let the heat absorb into the card.

And that's it.

The letters appeared.

S.M.O.K.E.R.I.N.G.S

"What does that mean?" Hoseok asked.

"It's time to run! Jungkook summoned us," Jimin spoke up and rushed towards the bed to pull the sheets and make a rope out of it, "what are you doing, Hoseok? Help me, quick!"

"Ye...yeah, sure!" Hoseok ruffled his hair in confusion and followed Jimin's commands.

They made a rope out of the sheets and tied it to the balcony railings and let go of the other end down.

Jimin nudged Hoseok to climb first, "Listen Hoseok, I want you to stay hidden in some bar till one of them finds you, and make sure to camouflage well-"

"Why bar?"

"Because they don't ask for identification numbers or dumb questions like you," Jimin sighed and pushed Hoseok off the railing. The said male gasped as he slid down the sheets without another word escaping past his lips.

Knock! Knock!

Jimin abruptly stopped in his track to turn back to look at the door, "Fuck!" His hands shivered as the knocking on the door kept increasing with every ticking second.

He climbed above the railing and gripped the rope he made out of sheets. His heart drummed at an enormous speed, tingling him to look down.

But Jimin breathed softly as he closed his eyes and the moment the door opened, he let go of himself.

He was supposed to slide down in intervals but the situation called for a single long leap leaving his palms to burn as they rubbed against the cloth.

Tears dripped down his cheeks as the pain seared through his arms. But Jimin held it in. His body dashed over the cold grass with a loud thud and he scrunched his face to hold himself from screaming out.

I am coming for you, Eglan.

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Do you know what's great about prisons or prisoners in particular?

Well, you see there are two types of prisoners that you get to see in a jail that's centered over an island with more than a thousand guards marching their way back and forth in front of your cell and watching you like a hawk twenty-four bar seven.

One, they are guilty of their wrongdoings and eventually fall apart and give up on living life out of the cell and enclose themselves in a shell filled with remorse when a specific loved person visits them there.

Now, that's the typical cliche shit you get to watch.

The other types of prisoners are a bit high on weed. The only thing that runs through their head is to twist a cork and have a glass of wine down their thirsty throats beside a heavenly night view of a hundred-story building.

Exactly! It's a crazy illusion but they live on it. They feed their desires through the imaginations that their sick twisted brain makes up.

But, there is another kind of prisoner that you would love to know about.

Silky brown locks that run a little down the nape of the neck with fiery black eyes that could bore a hole into your soul. The muscles over the chest and shoulder flex out every time he works out. The prominent veins that run down his forearms could get your knees weak.

Wait, was I too exaggerative? Even if I was, I don't give a fuck.

And yes! With me being the last different kind of prisoner you would like to expect, I am a man with a fixed goal.

A man that has a constant part of his brain sketching out plans to break through this cell.

It can't be that hard. Can it?

A small question but took me years to sketch down a perfect flaw-free plan to escape from this dungeon. I don't know if that's even a word.

But yeah! You get the point right?

Should we get to the good part, buddy?

"Shut the fuck up, Jebb!" A mint-haired male with soft pale skin that dug his spoon through the bowl of soup spoke up.

"What?" Taehyung retorted with a furrow over his lips.

"I admire that you want to look like an anchor at some flop show. But please, don't torture my ears for that. Okay?"

"I knew you were rude. But damn, you are too fucking rude, bro!" Tae uttered as he chucked down the bland water that was placed over the table.

"Inmate 3012! It's your shift in the ground today. Three hours of labor every day for the next four weeks as a penalty for kissing an officer's ass," The guard announced way too loud that gained a few fits of laughter from the other table including the mint-haired male that sat opposite Taehyung.

"What the actual fuck!" Tae frowned his lips at the officer and that's when he saw the guard a little too closely.

The officer walked closer to them and tapped on the table, "What are you laughing at Minty? You are with him in it." The officer pulled out his gun and pointed it toward Yoongi, "You guys better behave."

And that's when Taehyung saw it.

The letters are inscribed on the muzzle of the gun.

S.M.O.K.E.R.I.N.G.S

"Are you..," Taehyung's voice trailed off as the man glared at him.

It was a warning.

There are cameras around them.

Not just the CCTVS but people too.

Taehyung's lip shut tight and signaled Yoongi to follow his actions. They were being directed toward the barren ground for 'cleaning' it.

The guard opened the huge doors that opened into the ground with the afternoon sun burning their skin and dry land covered all around by four walls.

The guard quickly slipped a toothbrush into Yoongi's pocket, "Don't forget the rule. Stay alive, no matter what!" with that the guard walked away.

"Okay, Mr Bang," Yoongi whispered back.

"Yoongi! Get over here," Taehyung signaled.

"Hm," he simply hummed back and patted over his pocket to confirm the toothbrush inside it.

I going to miss your stupid bickering, Jebb.

A/n:-

Damn! That was a lot!

Where is Hoseok headed to?

Where will Jimin run to?

Is Yeonjun a fairy thats helping all of them?

The guard was Mr Bang!!

And fuck! How does Yoongi know about Mr Bang? But, how?

I hope, you liked the chapter.

Love you kids.

Maddie 🙂❤️