taehyung felt his heart racing when his mugshot was taken, walking in a line of other felons towards the jail. as soon as he was inside, whistles and loud shouts and banging's were heard. all they had in their hand was a thin blanket and a pillow. 

"kim, your cell" the officer said as the line stopped. he heard other people in the line wishing him good-luck before he stepped inside, his eyes immediately meeting the same cold eyes he saw on that picture. the ones from the news, papers, magazines, the most wanted posters. 

jeon jungkook. 22 year old mafia leader, tattoos scattered on his arms, black hair that just touched his eye lids. strong muscles that you could see very clearly through the shirt. taehyung turned to place his things on his bed that was in the corner. the cell was small, two small beds on either side. 

when he heard from the officers that this was the most dangerous side of the prison he immediately felt like his life was spinning down hill, fast. he could feel the burning gaze of jungkook on his back, he wanted to so badly have a hole swallow him. it was like he was waiting for a sharp object to slice through his skin. 

he let out a deep sigh in relief when their cell bars were opened and apparently it was time to eat. he stepped out first, not wanting to be alone in the room with jungkook any longer. he followed everyone else's actions and headed towards the line to get a tray. 

after getting his food he looked at the many tables in the room, not knowing where to sit. he watched jungkook walk to a table with a few other scary guys sitting on it. the brunette noticed how a lot of people would side glance jungkook, always wanting to see what the male was doing. 

taehyung did not know why he became a police officer, he wanted to help out, that was all he knew. his father wanted him to be one, but his father did him dirty. he used his own son to get intel, played with his life. 

the brunette knows that now.

"move" a inmate said before knocking shoulders with him as he passed. taehyung gulped and walked towards an empty table, placing his tray as he stared at the disgusting food. he sighed and thought to himself 'how am I meant to live like this'. 

"you look new" a male said after sliding his tray on the other side of the table. taehyung looked up from his tray to meet eyes with a pink-haired male, his hair was definitely not bright pink. it had faded but he could tell it was pink.

"I a-am" he whispered, looking back towards his tray. 

"you get use to the food here dont worry, if you have to worry about something it is the other inmates" taehyung nodded, just another thing he has to worry about. 

"what's your name?" 

"taehyung, y-yours?" 

"jimin, park jimin" 

taehyung recognised the name, he knew exactly who jungkook and jimin were. jimin was part of the mafia, the story of them getting arrested was huge, it was in all the papers of the city and towns. 

a part of him felt intimidated by jimin, knowing he was friends with jungkook and was part of a mafia scared him. obviously just cause they are all in prison does not mean they are not still a mafia group. 

"I can tell your scared" jimin whispered, looking at the brunette who tried to avoid eye contact. 

jimin was wondering what the male even did to get himself in prison, he looked scared, shy and young. 

"how old are you?" jimin questioned, looking at taehyung who started eating. 

"21, you?" 

"22" jimin replied, his eyes not moving from taehyung. 

"what got you in here?" the pink-haired male said, brushing the hair out his face. 

"drug charge" the smaller whispered, not believing the words coming from his own mouth. 

jimin was surprised, taehyung did not look like someone who would end up in jail. so he scanned the males figure and hummed. "you were set up weren't you?" when taehyung heard jimin say that his eyes lit up. 

"you believe me?" the male whispered, looking so hopefully as jimin nodded. 

there was no way that taehyung had drugs or supplied them. of course he knew the brunette was set up, sadly it happens.