People could do a lot in two days. Perhaps get a new haircut, finish all their unfinished school work that was due a month ago, or perhaps even break out of a prison. Jimin, personally, felt like these two days were dragging especially slow. Nothing interesting was happening in the prison and the air seemed to be sprinkled with the dust of serenity. He hoped that a fight would break out, or Yoongi would show up and say that they needed to go do something for the breakout.

But nothing.

The prisoners were eating food calmly in the canteen- not a splatter or inch of food, from yesterday's food fight, visible. Jimin was impressed with how quickly everything was cleaned up, but then he found out from Yoongi that it was with the help of other inmates, who spent their entire day stuck inside the cafeteria, cleaning.

Jimin should've felt bad for it, but he didn't, because he knew that what he did was for a good reason. He reached Mark and got him to give the note to his secret weapon. Jimin didn't know if he'd show up since he hated Jimin's guts, but the string of sentence he wrote on the small note was enough for Jimin to pique the man's interest. And now all Jimin had to do was wait and hope that his secret weapon would get inside the prison without anyone seeing him.

Jimin has always been bad at sitting and doing nothing. The ticking seconds felt like they were burning into his skin and pounding against his eardrums. He tried to find something fun to do by heading to talk to Taehyung, only for the male to be missing from his cell, and then going to taunt some guards at the doors, only for them to ignore Jimin and remain blank faced.

In the end, Jimin had no choice but to drag himself across the prison until he reached cell D-2. His small hand reached out and fingers ripped open the sheet shielding the inside of the room. Jimin shuffled into Yoongi's cell and couldn't help but walk over to his desk. He saw a few messy notes and documents scattered across the desk, with the fire from a candle falling right onto the words written there.

Jimin's fingers brushed along the documents and pushed them apart. His eyes scanned over the words written there and briefly caught the sight of a familiar Range Rover. Jin. Jimin's eyes grew large in size and fingers immediately lifted the paper up to his face. The once perfect Range Rover now laid on its roof with a missing wheel and shattered windows. Stains of blood coated the pavement around the car and a large dent was visible in the side of the vehicle.

"My men found his car on the outskirts of Seoul."

The paper slipped out of Jimin's fingers and whirled through the air as it fell to the ground. His head swung up and wide eyes connected with Yoongi's. The older man shuffled over the entrance of the cell and allowed the white sheet to brush shut behind him. He raised his arms above his head and stretched- showcasing the curly hair trailing up from his pants and to his belly button.

Jimin gulped at the sight and turned away. Despite the hate blooming inside his chest, Jimin couldn't deny that he was sexually attracted to Yoongi and he enjoyed his dick. Even though he felt himself almost curl away from the brush of Yoongi's hands against his hips and his broad chest pushing against his back, Jimin still began to think about Yoongi's lips leaving marks of purple along his neck and his large hands sliding into his jogger to wrap around his dick.

"It seems that someone crashed into the car, which made it topple over and fall on its roof. There was blood on the scene but no dead body." Yoongi whispered against Jimin's ear, capturing his earlobe between his teeth and tugging on it. Jimin's breath hitched in his throat and eyes fell shut, he could feel his heart slamming against his chest and dick harden.

Jimin wanted to fall into the poisonous feeling of pleasure that Yoongi emitted, he wanted to sink into the bottomless pit of addiction that he carried around. But the images of Yoongi ruthlessly slaughtering everyone he loved, including Taehyung and Seokjin, was enough to push Jimin out of the desperate need to feel Yoongi's bare body against his skin.

Small hands pressed against Yoongi's own, that began to travel up his shirt, and guided them away. Jimin's eyes peeled open, just as Yoongi's lips left his neck and eyes glanced up at him in confusion, "Something wrong?" Yoongi asked cautiously, straightening out and tightening his grip on Jimin's hips.

The tight grip and Yoongi's close proximity, made Jimin feel like he was trapped in the clutches of a snake. With each movement he made, the snake would wrap tighter around him until he couldn't breathe. Instead of displaying how uncomfortable and scared he was in Yoongi's arms, Jimin placed his hands on Yoongi's warmer ones and pulled them closer to himself so that they were wrapping around his waist and connecting against his stomach.

"Yes." Jimin breathed out with no emotion on his face. He leaned back against Yoongi's chest and rubbed small circles on the back of his palm.

Jimin felt Yoongi's chest rumble from the deep hum that left his throat, the older man tightened his grip on Jimin and pressed his face into his lavender locks. Jimin could feel Yoongi's hot breath caressing the back of his head and his thumb rubbing against his clothed stomach. Jimin swallowed down a mouthful of saliva and spared another glance at the fallen paper.

What Yoongi said made Jimin extremely concerned for his Hyung. He knew that the second he gets out of the prison, he will have to contact and make sure Jin was alright. Thankfully, Yoongi said that Jin's body wasn't found in the crash scene, only some blood that could be from someone else. Jin wouldn't die so easily, he was more skilled than anyone thought- the small thought eased Jimin's worries a tiny bit.

"Yoongi?" Jimin asked after a few seconds of motionless silence between the pair. Yoongi's head lifted and hands began to pull away from Jimin's waist, "Yes?" The older questioned and stepped away from Jimin, allowing the coldness of the cell to wrap around Jimin's shoulders instead.

The mochi twisted around on his heel and watched Yoongi walk towards his bed. The gang leader plopped down on the mattress and grabbed his puffy, white pillow. He placed it in his lap and leaned back to press his back against the wall behind him. The pair maid eye-contact- Jimin's eyes brimming with the anticipation and curiosity the question, he was about to ask, possessed, while Yoongi stared back at Jimin with the calmness of a sloth.

Jimin's small feet led him over to the bed until his thighs brushed against the edge of it. His gaze never strayed from Yoongi's as he bent down, grabbed the white pillow and threw it into the corner of the room before climbing into Yoongi's lap instead. Yoongi's pale hands immediately lifted and engulfed Jimin's small waist to allow him to shift in his lap and make himself more comfortable. Jimin pressed his palms against Yoongi's biceps and began to trail them upward until they curled around his throat.

"Yoongi." Jimin breathed out, leaning forward. The tips of their noses brushed against each other and breaths mingled, their foreheads pressed together and eyes never lost their contact, "Yoongi, what will happen to us when we leave this place?" Jimin murmured softly, playing with the baby hairs on the base of Yoongi's neck.

The grip on Jimin's hips tightened and his body got pulled closer to Yoongi's. Their chest pressed firmly together, Yoongi's hand lifted to press his palm against the middle of Jimin's back and push their bodies even closer together.

"What do you mean?" A gruff mutter of breath escaped Yoongi's lips. His brows furrowed at the question and head pulled back to create a hint of distance between them.

Jimin gulped at the attention Yoongi put on him. His gaze was sharp and attentive, letting Jimin know that Yoongi was listening and watching every curve of his lips and twist of his facial expressions. Anxiety crawled up Jimin's throat, only to be swatted away by the next words he uttered,

"We're a couple here, right? We fuck, we cook, we go perfectly together here. But when we leave the prison, who says our relationship will last then? What if we can work only under these circumstances, yet when we leave this place, our circumstances will change and our relationship will fail? Who even says we'll be able to spend time together since we're from two different gangs?" Jimin rambled in a single breath- taking a deep inhale right after the spoken words.

Truthfully, this wasn't Jimin's worry at all since he knew he wouldn't spend a single second in Yoongi's presence after they leave. But he wanted to redirect his worries somewhere else and make Yoongi think that this was the thing he was so tense about these past few days.

Yoongi seemed to go completely still at the things Jimin had just said. Flashes of different emotion zipped across his features before being shielded by a wall of blankness, "Right.." Yoongi trailed off slowly, trying to wrap his mind around everything Jimin said and trying to think of the correct way to respond to him.

"I understand why you worry about that, munchkin." Yoongi spoke after a second or two, peering up at Jimin through strands of light brown hair. His fingers slid down Jimin's sides and settled on top of his thighs, he massaged the tense muscles there without turning away from Jimin's expectant eyes, "The thing is, a part of what you said is right. I'm not going to lie to you and say that everything's going to be alright or that it's going to be easy. It's not. Because we both live different and dangerous lives with barely enough free time. But I know that I care about you and I have feelings for you, so I know I'll try my best to climb over the obstacles that are in the way of our relationship. I want our relationship to succeed, Jimin, because I know you're the one I'm meant to be with."

Beautiful, Jimin thought with a growing smile and small tears forming in his eyes, when had lies become so goddamn beautiful?

"I..want to try too." Jimin giggled breathlessly, pulling Yoongi closer by the back of his neck and pressing his lips against Yoongi's pink ones.

Their eyes slipped shut and hands grasped at each other's bodies. Lips that had spoken so much lies and manipulated so many, moved against each other as if they were moulded just for each other. The more they exchanged their poisonous saliva and touched each other's silver tongues, the more Jimin began to believe what Yoongi had said.

Perhaps if the cost of giving into Yoongi wasn't so high, Jimin would've forgiven him at the smallest touch of truth.

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Honeycomb eyes stared at a small spider resting on the concrete wall on the opposite side of the bed. The small thing brought it's legs up to it's face before scrambling across the wall to sit in the corner of the room.

Jimin laid still in the bed- listening to the sound of Yoongi's steady puffs of air and his body occasionally shifting in the bed. Yoongi's bare arm was squished beneath Jimin's head- his pale skin standing out among the lavender locks. Jimin's fingers trailed along Yoongi's inner palm and down his wrist, he followed the veins underneath his skin until finally reaching the inside of his elbow.

Jimin dropped his hand with a deep sigh and turned around to face Yoongi. He ignored the jab of pain pulsing in his lower back and stared at the side of Yoongi's face. His brown locks were ruffled and messy- strands knotting together from the way Jimin tugged on them two hours ago. His raven lashes brushed against his pink cheeks and thin lips were parted, revealing the tip of Yoongi's gummy teeth.

Jimin's eyes trailed down the length of Yoongi's neck, momentarily pausing at the hickeys littering his neck, and continued downward to his bare chest. Yoongi's pink nipple peeked back at Jimin from underneath the blanket and muscles clenched with each breath that Yoongi released. Jimin's hands found their way between the valley of Yoongi's chest and fingers trailed down the middle of his abs until they slipped beneath the blanket.

Yoongi's lips smacked shut and brows furrowed in his sleep, the arm under Jimin's head tensed before relaxing once again. Jimin stopped moving his hand once he reached Yoongi's belly button, he pulled his hand back and turned to lay on his back instead.

Jimin could hear the prisoners walking around the prison outside, he could hear the guards guiding them to the cafeteria for lunch. Yet none of them even dared to come near Yoongi's cell, which only made Baekhyun's words more true. It was obvious that Yoongi controlled the prison, so the rest of Baekhyun's words must be true to a certain extent.

Small palms pressed against Jimin's face and captured the low groan that escaped Jimin's lips. After a few seconds of laying there, Jimin dropped his hands and stared up at the ceiling with a conflicted scowl.

There was a razor in the pocket of his joggers.

Yoongi was sleeping.

Jimin wasn't sure if the secret weapon would show up to help him.

A razor in his pocket.

Yoongi was sleeping.

Jimin wasn't sure if his plan would succeed.

A razor in his pocket.

Yoongi was sleep-

Jimin pushed himself onto his side and stared over the edge of the bed- his eyes zeroing in on his discarded joggers. A small bump was visible in his pocket from the small razor he had taken from the showers. Jimin chewed on his bottom lip and gripped the blanket tightly.

Jimin couldn't take any chances. No matter how much it hurt, he knew he had to take the extra step to ensure the safety of the ones he loved the most. He will always put his family first, even though it broke his heart to slit Yoongi's throat in his sleep.

Trembling hand pushed around the edge of the bed and grabbed a hold of the joggers. Crystalline tears burned at Jimin's eyes and his chest squeezed painfully as his fingers slid into the pocket and grabbed a hold of the sharp object. Yoongi's presence seemed to push against Jimin's chest and make it harder for him to breathe, his skin burned against Jimin's own nude body and made it painfully obvious that Jimin will kill him right after they had sex.

The light from the window fell on the small razor grasped between Jimin's fingers. The sharp edge shimmered as it was brought up and held in front of Jimin's eyes. His vision burned with tears and fingers trembled, Jimin felt like the oxygen was sucked out of his lungs, yet he still managed to turn around and climb on top of Yoongi.

Yoongi's waist was trapped between Jimin's thick, hickey covered thighs, and his dick was pushed underneath Jimin's ass. A small hand pressed against Yoongi's right peck, followed by the sharp edge of a razor hovering over his throat.

Jimin's exposed chest rose and fell with each pant he released and hand quivered as he held the razor over Yoongi's neck. A stray tear escaped his eye and dripped down on Yoongi's chest. His honeycomb eyes dragged along Yoongi's relaxed features once again before he inhaled a deep breath and pressed the razor against Yoongi's skin. He began to slide the blade across his ski-

A hand shot out and grabbed Jimin by his wrist, his body was flipped around and slammed against the bed with so much strength that Jimin's thought he had been slammed into a wall of concrete instead of the mattress. A hand latched around his throat- cutting off his oxygen completely and making him claw at the pale wrist. Another hand slammed his hand against the bed, making the razor fall out of his fingers and get lost under the covers.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Yoongi's voice boomed throughout the cell and even filled the hallway outside. He looked absolutely livid as he loomed over Jimin with blood dripping down his neck and eyes glaring down at Jimin. A vein popped out on Yoongi's neck and the snarl of a wolf curved his lips into a feral grin, "You..you tried to kill me? In my sleep?" A husky chuckle bounced off of the walls of the cell and filled Jimin's head. Yoongi pushed his face closer to Jimin's and stared into his eyes with so much anger that Jimin felt like he was burning in the deepest pits of hell.

"Y..y-" Jimin tried to wheeze out, only for the hand on his throat to tighten even more until it was nearly crushing his windpipes. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to push Yoongi off by kicking out his legs and leaving behind scratch-marks on his arm. Jimin desperately tried to suck in a breath, yet the grip on his neck never loosened.

"How does it feel, hmm?" A brush of his warm breath caressed Jimin's ear as he tried to fight the clutches of unconsciousness, "How does it feel to slowly suffocate? Because let me tell you something..." Yoongi pulled back and hovered his face above Jimin's. The latter's eyes briefly fluttered open to connect with Yoongi's, and his lips parted to try and fill his lungs with oxygen, "...it feels amazing to see you fight for your last breath. It feel amazing to be the one in control of your life," A dark smirk curved at Yoongi's lips, matching the flames of raw fury dancing in his eyes. He leaned closer to Jimin and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, "It feels amazing to know that I will be the one to take your life. My own person little lamb, fed with love and kindness just for slaughter."

The hand left Jimin's throat as Yoongi climbed off of him and left the bed. Jimin gasped and wheezed for breath, his lungs burned and throat ached. He tried to suck in as much air as he could, and get rid of the fuzz around his his and the heaviness in his limbs. He pressed his quivering palms against the bed and pushed himself in the corner of the bed.

"You tried to kill me." A raspy voice murmured with empty amusement. Jimin pressed himself further into the corner and pushed his legs up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs and trembled as he lifted his eyes towards Yoongi.

The older man had pulled a pair of joggers up to his hips, they hung loosely, revealing his happy trail and the patch of curls resting above his dick. Yoongi was pacing around the room- expression showcasing how furious he was. Jimin thought he might whirl around and go for him again like a starved wolf, only for Yoongi to grab a hold of his rolling chair and swing it towards the wall of the cell.

The chair smashed against the wall and broke into tiny pieces- some flew across the room, while others merely crumbled to the ground. Yoongi stood panting over the broken chair with his hands curled into fists and a growing grin on his face. Jimin flinched at the action and curled into himself more- eyes peeking over his knees to watch Yoongi pace around with his hands tangled in his hair and blood dripping down his chest.

Tears nipped at the whites of Jimin's eyes before spilling over the edge and rolling down his cheeks. Jimin pressed his palm against his lips and tried to muffle his sobs. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his face into his legs. This was the first time that Jimin felt so scared, he didn't know what Yoongi would do to him in his blinding state of anger. Perhaps kill him? Torture him? Jimin didn't know but somehow dying would feel better than feeling the pulsing pain in his chest from trying to kill someone he still had feelings for.

At the sound of Jimin's muffled sobs and small sniffles, Yoongi dropped his hands to his sides and twisted around to face Jimin, "Why are you crying?" Yoongi spat harshly, striding towards the bed.

Jimin screamed when Yoongi grabbed him by his ankles and ripped him towards him. Yoongi's fingers grabbed Jimin by his cheeks and pushed his head back to reveal his red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered in fear when Yoongi came closer to him.

"You try to kill me in my sleep and then you cry as if I'm the bad guy here?" Yoongi scoffed in Jimin's face and pushed him back. Jimin quickly scampered away from him and avoided his eyes by staring down at the blanket pooling around his hips. Yoongi straightened out and touched his bleeding neck, he eyed the ruby red blood staining his fingers before brushing them against his pants, "Fucking bitch."

Yoongi bent down and grabbed a hold of Jimin's clothes. He turned to face Jimin's crying self and threw the clothes at him without bothering to hide the distaste on his face, "Put this on. You have 30 seconds or I'll drag your ass out of this cell the way it is."

Jimin was quick to scramble up to his feet and force the clothes onto his trembling body. He wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped his arms around his waist, not meeting Yoongi's eyes. Once he was done, Yoongi walked up to him and grabbed him by his wrist.

The whimper of pain that slid along the length of Jimin's tongue was completely ignored by the pale gang leader. Jimin could only stumble after Yoongi with his bare feet slapping against the floor of the prison. He was dragged through hall after hall without a single glance from Yoongi. The only indication that the gang leader knew he was there was the tight grip around his wrist, that was sure to leave behind bruises.

Jimin knew he had fucked up, knew he either should've hurried up and done the deed before Yoongi could stop him, or not have done it at all. Instead, Jimin failed by hesitating- something that Jessi had warned him about so many times. Turns out that hesitating was the thing that would possibly lead to Jimin's death.

Other inmates turned a blind eye to the sobbing kitten being dragged through the prison by the livid gang leader. They knew nothing could be done to help Jimin, nor did they really want to help him if they could. They all just followed the couple with their eyes until they rounded the corner.

"Yo...Yoon.." Jimin stuttered through sobs, trying plant his legs into the ground and stop Yoongi from taking another step forward. The grip on his wrist tightened and without batting an eye, Yoongi ripped Jimin forward, causing him to stumble and hit the ground. Jimin cried out softly as his knees scraped against the cold tiles and wrist got pulled on.

Yoongi stopped walking and snapped his head towards Jimin, his lip curled into a sneer and he tugged at Jimin's arm harshly, receiving a whimper in return, "Get up or I'll drag you on your knees, by your hair."

"Please..." Jimin cried out, heaving with each breath that escaped him. He tilted his head back and peered up at Yoongi with glossy, apologetic eyes, "Stop." Jimin begged him, only to be ripped up to his feet by the grip on his wrist.

Yoongi caught Jimin before he could stumble into him, "This is your fault." Yoongi whispered lowly before grabbing Jimin's wrist once again and dragging him through the prison.

Jimin flinched back and allowed a fresh layer of tears to appear on his eyes. A choked sob cut through the air and mixed with the sound of his bare feet smacking against the ground. His head lifted and blurry vision cleared, revealing the sight of a familiar hallway.

Jimin's blood froze in horror and hurt as he realised where Yoongi had led him to without a hint of hesitation or doubt. Jimin began to struggle against Yoongi's grip- digging his feet into the ground and pushing at his arm. He tried to rip his hand out of Yoongi's hold, yet the older merely tskd and held on tighter, "Please, I'm sorry! I didn't...mean to! Yoongi, don't do this, I'm begging you!" Jimin cried out, struggling and hitting his fists against Yoongi's arm.

The sound of Jimin's screams and pleads fell on deaf ears. Yoongi easily overpowered him and manhandled him through the door in front of him, he grabbed Jimin by the back of his throat and pushed him forward. Jimin's feet hit the edge of the doorway and body skidded across the floor. His knees and palms scraped against the tiles, only for him to quickly push himself up to his knees.

Yoongi loomed over Jimin's fallen body without a hint of emotion on his face. His eyes never traveled towards Jimin, instead, he turned to look at the guards and addressed them, "Put him inside for two days and don't let him out until I come and get him myself. Give him two meals a day and make sure no one sees him."

A harsh sob cut through the air right after Yoongi's words. Glistening paths of tears trailed along Jimin's cheeks and his glossy eyes looked back at the gang leader, "Please...I'm...I'm sorry! Yoo-"

Whiskey coloured eyes finally snapped down to Jimin and Yoongi bent down in front of him in lightning speed. Jimin's face was grabbed by Yoongi's hand- his palms pressing against Jimin's lips and fingers digging into his puffy cheeks. Yoongi pushed his face closer to Jimin's and glared into his eyes with so much hate that Jimin thought the poison from the glare would invade his veins and make him drop dead.

"Don't say my name." Yoongi spat lowly, not looking away from Jimin's watery eyes. The grip on Jimin's cheeks tightened before he was pushed away with a scoff of disgust falling from Yoongi's lips, "You're nothing to me." Yoongi muttered as he stood up and glared down at a crying Jimin from over the tip of his nose. He straightened out his clothes and glanced up at the wide eyed guards, "Put him away."

"NO!" Jimin screamed and lurched towards Yoongi, only for his limbs to by grabbed and for his body to be ripped back. Jimin screamed and trashed against the hold of the guards. He tried to dig his nails into their skin and bite chunks out of their hands, his feet reeled back and slammed against the guard's police gears, yet they didn't seem fazed by it at all.

Jimin's screams and sobs boomed through the hallway, the sound of him struggling against the guards could be heard by the inmates the hallways next to this. The guards gripped onto Jimin tighter and unlocked the large metal door to the isolation room. Just before Jimin was thrown into the room like he was nothing, his eyes connected with the emotionless ones of Yoongi.

"I HATE YOU!"

Was the only thing that left Jimin before the door was slammed shut in his face- muffling his screams and cutting off the sight of Yoongi standing behind the guards with a deadly glare.