The bed creaked as Jimin landed on top of it, wincing, as he rolled onto his back and pressed down on his stitches. He blinked up at the ceiling above his head before pushing off of the bed with his elbows and turning around to look at Suga.

The pale man was taking a sheet and placing it over the entrance of the cell, shielding them from the other prisoners and guards. When the sheet was in place, Suga turned around to face Jimin, rolling up his sleeves as he approached the bed.

Jimin smirked and laid back down on his back, stretching his arms above his head, "So what's the plan?" Jimin inquired, fingers grasping onto Suga's pillow and running over it's seams.

Instead of answering, Suga crawled on top of the bed, hovering over Jimin and placing his hands on either side of his face. Jimin rose a brow, a suggestive smirk tugging on his lips as he pulled his hands back and grabbed Suga's collar, pulling him closer.

Their bodies pressed together, as Suga laid above him. His lips tugged up into a dark smirk before his hand tangled in Jimin's hair, ripping his head back and exposing his throat. Jimin hissed and allowed his back to arch of the bed from the harsh treatment. He blinked up at the ceiling, lips parting to release a shaky breath as he felt the heat of Suga's body engulf him.

Suga leaned down- lips hovering over Jimin's neck and his warm breath running over his skin. A shiver ran down Jimin's spine, his lower stomach erupting in tingles and hands shaking as he waited for Suga to attach his lips to his skin. But instead of giving him what he wanted, Suga's lips ghosted over Jimin's throat and his warm breath continued to caress his skin.

"God," Jimin breathed out, eyes falling shut and body resting against the bed limply, allowing Suga to hover over him and trail the tip of his nose down the length of his neck, "Just fucking kiss me, you asshole." Jimin hissed, voice husky and sultry. His hands tightened around Suga's neck, feeling him release a deep chuckle against his throat, right below his ear.

Suga's lips trailed ghostlike kisses up Jimin's neck, earning himself a shaky breath. His teeth reached Jimin's ear, nipping at the shell of it, and causing Jimin's breath to hitch and his brows to knit together. His hands trembled in anticipation and he held his breath as he felt Suga's hand slide up his shirt and grab onto his bare waist. His thumb rubbed Jimin's stomach, while the rest of his hand kneaded the soft flesh.

Jimin's head fell back, exposing his throat even more, and his legs bent and parted so that Suga could lay in between them. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, trying to control his heavy breathing as he felt Suga's lips stretch into a smirk, against his ear, before he released a husky chuckle right into it, "Thought you wanted to talk about the plan." Suga taunted, his warm hand trailing up Jimin's side, making him shiver and arch his back even more. Their chest collided and Jimin felt his sensitive nipples brush against Suga's chest. A breathy moan ripped out of Jimin's throat at the tingling sensation on his erect nipples.

"Shit." Suga hissed after hearing the sound, hand tightening on Jimin's waist until it almost left a bruise. He pressed himself into Jimin's limp body, lips travelling back down to Jimin's throat and finally attaching to his skin.

Another breathy moan left Jimin's plump lips as he felt Suga's warm lips press against his neck and leave a trail of kisses down the length of his throat. Suga's teeth sunk into Jimin's skin, biting and nipping until the skin ached and turned red. After nipping at his skin, Suga's lips parted to allow his tongue to slip through and glide across Jimin's bruised skin.

Small, breathy moans continued to spill past Jimin's lips as Suga attacked his neck- nipping, bitting, sucking and kissing, until his neck was covered in blue and red bruises. Jimin's hand tangled into Suga's hair, while the other wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. He could feel Suga's hand trail up and down the side of his body, sometimes running over the bandage wrapped around his rib area, but surprisingly, Suga never seemed surprised when his hand slid over it. 

Jimin's eyes flickered open, his vision dazed and mind fuzzy. The only thing he could focus on was Suga's lips attached to his neck and his hand trailing up his chest towards his nipples. Jimin swallowed thickly, hands tightening around Suga to pull him even closer, only for Jimin's eyes to finally focus on what was above him.

The sight of a barred window, made the reality of where they were, crash down on Jimin, snapping him out of his lust filled daze. He inhaled sharply, hands quickly pressing against Suga's chest and pushing him away. Suga's hand paused on Jimin's waist, fingers still caressing his skin as he pulled away from Jimin and looked down at him with a predatory smirk.

Jimin ran his tongue over his bottom lip and swallowed down the urge to grab Suga and pull him into a kiss. His hand was shaking as it remained pressed against Suga's chest, in order to stop him from pressing his body closer to Jimin's.

"Nice try." Jimin croaked quietly with an eye roll, voice heavy with lust and desire. He coughed and shook his head, trying to clear his mind and hide the fact that he wanted to rip Suga's clothes off, "Tell me the plan." Jimin repeated, eyes growing sharp as he sat up on the bed, forcing Suga to sit up with him.

"The plan?" Suga mocked, one hand still remaining under Jimin's shirt, while the other rested behind his waist. Despite sitting up, Suga was still leaning over him and their faces were almost touching, "What exactly do you want to know?" He taunted, eyes not leaving Jimin's honeycomb ones.

"Everything." Jimin squinted his eyes, lips tugging down into a scowl before he pushed himself closer to Suga. Their faces were inches apart and their eyes were glaring into each other's, the tension between them grew as Jimin huffed out a mocking laugh. His breath brushed over Suga's lips, making his eyes flicker down to Jimin's plump ones, "I mean...if you have a plan." Jimin sneered, voice taunting and patronising.

Suga ran his tongue over his lip just as they twitched up in the corners. Before Jimin could react, Suga's hand shot out and grabbed him by his throat. He was slammed back into the bed, making him cry out in pain and arch his back off the bed. Suga ignored him,  pressing his body onto Jimin's and allowing his face to hover above his.

"Speak to me like that again, Jimin." Suga whispered with venom, lip curling into a snarl and eyes darkening. His presence seemed to grow colder and harsher, filling up the small cell and threatening to smash through the concrete walls, "And I'll cut out your tongue." Suga murmured into his ear, his voice sharp and malevolent, coated with hidden threats and malice. Jimin shivered, staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, he didn't know if he should be scared or turned on, so he chose both.

At the silence, Suga's hand tightened around Jimin's neck, cutting off his airways and making him gasp for air. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed Suga's wrist, lungs aching at not being filled with oxygen. His lips parted to inhale a breath, but he couldn't since Suga's hand was gripping onto his throat. Jimin's face scrunched up and he tried to tug Suga's hand away from his throat. Instead of complying with Jimin's silent plea, Suga leaned in to brush his lips against Jimin's jaw.

"Do you understand?" Suga whispered softly, his voice contrasting against his actions and the coldness in his tone.

Jimin was quick to nod, hand tightening around Suga's wrist as he tried to breathe. Suga's hand remained on his throat for a few more seconds before his grip loosened, allowing Jimin to inhale sharply.

Jimin panted, eyes peeling open and staring up at the ceiling as he filled his lungs with oxygen. He felt Suga's thumb rub over his neck before pulling away. Jimin released his wrist and sat up with shaky hands, watching Suga as he climbed off the bed and walked over to his desk.

"You wanted to know the plan?" Suga turned to face Jimin, grabbing one of his notebooks and dangling it in the air for Jimin to see. Jimin sat up as he rubbed his aching throat, eyeing the notebook and giving Suga a small nod. Suga's lips twitched up into a ghost of a smirk before he approached Jimin with the notebook grasped between his long fingers.

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Suga's plan was easy- the day that he was meant to be transported to a high security prison, the transportation bus would arrive an hour sooner. The prison guards wouldn't think much of it because the guards on the bus would look like they were supposed to and their ID's would match the information they were given.

But little did they know, the bus consisted of Suga's men, who had a copy of the original guards' ID's and, who were masked to look exactly like them. Suga, along with Jackson, Jimin and Taehyung, would be placed into the bus and then they were given 45 minutes to get as far away from the prison as they could before the real transportation bus arrived.

The only thing that could ruin his plan, was the fact that Suga needed the prison ward to be on their side. It was important for the prison ward to tell the other officers that the bus would come sooner and to allow Suga's group to be put inside of it. Just like the ward had to give them information on the guards, that would be on the bus on the day they would be transported, so that Suga could pass the information to his men.

Unfortunately, whenever Suga had tried to sweet-talk the ward, he wouldn't budge. He had tried everything in his power to pull the ward onto his side- threats, money, kidnapped family members, tuition for his kids, but nothing had worked. At this point, Suga was ready to just say 'fuck it' and execute the plan without the ward, but that was before Jimin stepped in and proposed something that he hadn't previously thought of.

Why struggle with convincing this ward, when you can get rid of him and convince the new ward?

So here they they were right now- Suga leaning against the wall next to the door, leading into the ward's hallway. His hands were crossed over his chest and his eyes lazily blinking at the empty hall in front of him. His head swung around to look at Jimin, who was grumbling under his breath- chubby cheeks puffed out and tinted red, and eyes squinted into a glare. In his hands, Jimin held Chanyeol's keycard as he tried to slide it onto the metal box to open the door.

"Not again, you stupid, stupid, dumb machine-" Jimin grumbled, fist raising to smash against the machine, only to be grabbed by Suga, who finally took pity on him.

He pulled the keycard out of Jimin's hand, shoulders tensing as his eyes momentarily flickered down to Chanyeol's face before he shook his head and pressed the card against the machine. The previously red colour beeped green before the door clicked open, allowing them to enter.

"You couldn't do that 5 minutes ago?" Jimin hissed quietly, angry gaze shifting to Suga, who sucked in his cheeks to stop himself from grinning in amusement.

Suga grabbed the door and pulled it open, gesturing for Jimin to walk through, "After you, munchkin." He sent an annoyed Jimin a wink, only for him to huff and brush past him with an eye roll.

Suga shut the door quietly behind him and followed after Jimin, who was confident in his steps as he marched down the hallway. Suga's brow rose and he eyed Jimin, eyes pausing at Jimin's jiggling ass before trailing back up.

"You look like you know where you're going." Suga muttered, legs moving faster to diminish the distance between them.

Jimin huffed out a quiet giggle, spinning around on his heel and continuing to walk backwards. Their eyes connected and Jimin's lips stretched out into a sugary smile, "That's because I came here when I planted the drugs in your cell."

"Don't test me, Jimin." Suga glared at him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away from the wall he was about to bump into.

Jimin glanced over his shoulder and sent Suga a sheepish smile before grabbing his hand and pulling him into another hallway. They passed wooden doors with different name plates until they finally saw the wooden door at the end of the hallway.

"So what did you here, Jimin, Hmm? How'd you let them know about the drugs?" Suga stood behind Jimin, hands finding their place on his hips and lips pressing against his bruised throat.

Jimin shivered before biting his lip and looking over his shoulder at Suga with a devilish smile. Their noses bumped into each other and their lips were about to brush before Suga pulled back, creating more distance between their faces.

"Wrote a little note and slid it under his door." Jimin bopped his nose before pushing his hands off of his waist and sauntering towards the door.

Suga watched him go, eyebrow raising and eyes staying glued to Jimin's thick thighs and bubble butt. Shaking his head, Suga looked at his left and hid himself around the corner of the wall. His hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out the Iphone 11 Pro. He unlocked the phone, ignoring the photo of Kim Jennie on the background as he opened the camera app. He pushed the phone around the edge of the corner, making sure it captured everything that was going on.

Jimin glanced over his shoulder, eyes dancing around the empty hallway until he spotted the end of the phone sticking out from around the corner. He pressed his lips together to suppress a smile before turning around to face the door and delivering three heavy knocks on it.

Jimin inhaled softly, shutting his eyes and switching his whole demeanour. His shoulders dropped and he seemed to almost curl into himself. His hands fidgeted with his sleeves and his head fell forward, causing his lavender locks to fall into his face. Jimin's eyes fluttered back open- eyes wide and anxious as he chewed on his lip and looked around the empty hall as if afraid that someone was watching him.

Footsteps finally approached the door before it swung open, revealing a chubby man. He was a few centimetres taller than Jimin, yet so much rounder. His face seemed to be stretched out into a permanent scowl, causing his skin to wrinkle around the corners of his mouth and in between his brows.

"What are you doing here?" The man's eyes widened as he stared down at Jimin before stepping out of the office and looking both ways down the hall, "Where are the guards?" The man hissed, hand grabbing Jimin by his arm as he continued to look around the hall.

Jimin whimpered, head falling forward to look down at the ground, and hand pushing into his pocket to pull out a small folder, "Here, sir, officer Park told me to give this to you. He let me in here, I promise...I promise I'll leave. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jimin stuttered in a quiet whisper, bowing slightly as he held onto the file.

The ward scoffed into his face and pushed him away, ripping the file out of Jimin's hand. He eyed the file before looking down at Jimin, who was trembling and staring down at the ground, "Fûcking pathetic." The man sneered, nose scrunching up in disgust.

Jimin whimpered and wrapped his arms around himself before looking down the halls both ways. The man didn't even realise when he mimicked Jimin's movements and looked down the hallways. He looked back down at Jimin and pushed him away in disgust, "Go back to your cell." The man ordered before whirling around on his feet and stumbling into his office.

Jimin quickly turned around and practically ran down the hall- eyes wide and filled with tears, and his lower lip wobbling. Just as Jimin was about to pass the hallway, Suga was in, he rounded the corner and slammed his hands on either side of Suga's head. He pressed their bodies together and slowly destroyed the space between their faces, eyes piercing through Suga's insouciant ones.

"Did I do good, hmm? I think I need a little reward for coming up with this plan." Jimin purred, one hand remaining next to Suga's head, while the other trailed down his chest until he reached the waistband of Suga's sweatpants. Jimin peered up at him through his hair- finger hooking around the edging Suga's sweatpants and pulling the elastic away before releasing it and causing it to snap against Suga's abdomen.

Suga merely rolled his eyes and slid Jennie's phone into his pocket. He brushed past Jimin and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down the hall, "We're not done yet, munchkin."

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   The cafeteria was empty, indicating that it was far from being lunch time. The lights in the dining area were turned off, yet as your gaze traveled further into the prison, you'd notice a light coming from the kitchen.

Jimin and Suga walked through the cafeteria, their footsteps silent and eyes glued on the kitchen. As they got closer to it, the sound of soft humming and water running, filled their ears. Suga grabbed the door and pulled it open for Jimin, sending him a wink as he passed by and entered the kitchen.

The scent of something foul mixed together with the smell of sausage pizza. The water in the sink was running, splashing onto the dirty dishes and washing away the food remains. Jennie was walking through the kitchen, struggling, as she carried a large pot of water.

Jimin stepped forward, grabbing onto the handles of the pot and pulling it out of her hands, "Let me help." Jimin exclaimed, making her jump with a yelp.

Suga slid behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and guiding her further into the room. Jennie snapped her head around to look at him, only for her eyes to widen and her body to freeze. Jimin snickered under his breath before placing the pot down on the counter and walking over to her.

"We need you to do something." Jimin smiled at her, hand reaching out and slipping into Suga's pocket to pull out her phone. The pale man's eyes squinted at the action and he sent Jimin a dark stare.

Jimin ignored him, dangling the phone in Jennie's face and watching in satisfaction as she paled, "My...my phone?" She murmured in confusion, not understanding how they got it. Jimin didn't know either since Suga was the one, who got the phone in the span of an hour.

"There's a video on the phone that you need to show your father." Suga whispered in her ear while Jimin switched on the video and showed her the phone screen.

The video recording trembled and moved as if the recorder was scared to be caught filming. You could see an anxious Jimin standing in front of the ward's office, looking down the halls in case someone saw him. The door swung open and the ward's eyes widened at the sight of Jimin before he stepped out of the office and looked down the halls. After seeing no one, the ward grabbed Jimin, who took out a file and gave it to him. The ward took the file, both of them looking down the hallway again before the ward pushed Jimin away and scrambled into his office. Then the phone screen began to shake as if someone was running away before it turned black.

"I don't....understand." Jennie's whispered, hand reaching out to grab her phone, only for Jimin to pull back.

"It's easy really." Jimin shrugged, twirling her phone between his fingers as he stepped closer to her, caging her in between their bodies, "You go to your father, tell him that you saw the ward talking to one of his prisoners and they looked suspicious. You decided to keep an eye on them and then saw me give him this file. The video will speak for itself, honestly."

"I can't!" Jennie's exclaimed, pushing herself away from them. She stumbled away from them and shook her head frantically, "My father doesn't know that I work here, if he finds out, he'll be angry and won't let me work here again!"

Suga rolled his eyes and leaned back against the counter behind him, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest, "All of this is quite simple really. You agree to show him the photos and tell him everything on your terms or we send him the video ourselves and then write in a text everything that happened." Suga shrugged, lips forming into a mocking pout before stretching out into a taunting smirk, "You could even get something out of this little deal. Name your price."

Jennie's eyes flickered between them, chest rising up and down in panic. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and wrapped her arms around herself, looking down at the ground.

Jimin exhaled softly and rolled his eyes, foot tapping against the ground impatiently, "Tick-tock goes the clock." He sang, ignoring the eye roll from Suga.

Jennie bit her lip and shuffled on her feet, eyes fluttering up at Jimin, "Okay." She breathed out before shaking her head and standing up straighter, "But I want something." She shoved her finger in Jimin's direction.

"Me?" Jimin's brows shot up and he pressed his hand against his chest. His wide eyes connected with Suga's whiskey ones, widening even more when Suga shrugged with pursued lips. Jimin blinked and released an awkward chuckle, gaze falling back on Jennie, "Sorry, I don't swing tha-"

"Not you, idiot." Jennie scoffed, eyes rolling around in a circle before she huffed and glared at Jimin, "The kitty gang has gone into hiding and I haven't had any contact with Rose. I know that they're in the safe house....three, I think, but I don't know where it's located." She murmured softly, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

Jimin's brows rose, "Safe house three?"

The kitty gang had multiple safe houses located around the world. There were six safe houses in general and the higher the number went, the further away the houses were located. Some members considered the number of the houses to show which level of danger Jessi considered them to be in. And safe house three was quite mild compared to the panic safe house six could bring.

Jimin's smile faltered and he looked between Suga and Jennie. One of the rules of the kitty gang was to never tell anyone where the houses were located, but he knew that they were still prepared in case someone found out and they needed emergency evacuation.

Jimin was conflicted in this situation because he knew that the files were out in the world and Jessi had known about it, yet she still sent him out on a mission to get caught by the police. Just like Jimin knew that Jessi could've helped Jimin and Taehyung escape, but, instead, went into hiding and left them to fend for themselves. Everything Jessi stood for was thrown out of the window when she left them behind and went into hiding, so Jimin was no longer obligated to keep the locations a secret.

"Okay." Jimin murmured softly, face completely serious for once and lips even tugging down into a frown, "I'll tell you the location of safe house three, but in return, you have to get the ward out of our way-"

"Deal." Jennie beamed at Jimin, barely containing her excitement.

Jimin shook his head at her, eyes squinting and face hardening, "I wasn't finished." He hissed lowly, making Jennie freeze and stare at him with wide eyes, "You're gonna get the ward fired and in his place you're gonna put someone else. Someone I choose."

Suga's eyes snapped towards Jimin and he eyed him, observing him to try and figure out where this was going. Jennie tilted her head to the side in confusion, "Who?" She whispered warily, watching as Jimin's lips stretched out into a predatory grin.

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Hehehe, I just realised that the book is halfway done and I'm so excited!!!

Anywhore, do you have any theories about anything in the book? I really love watching you speculate, it makes it more fun to write.

~Benikru