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The next inmate comes in, hands shackled together, one ankle chained to the other, and dressed in the standard khaki prison facility uniform. Instead of the usual grimace, the inmate wears a grin, one that spreads upon seeing Jungkook. Looking down at the file on the computer, Jungkook sees a name that has warning bells setting off in his head.
Kim Taehyung. Alias: V. A notorious criminal. A sly and deadly serial killer who had an on-and-off relationship with the justice system of South Korea. A mastermind at breaking out from jail systems, and a genius whose well-known name could be seen plastered all over news sites.
“Oh, this one’s new, Jiminie,” Taehyung says, glancing away from Jungkook while Officer Park Jimin unlocks his handcuffs since Taehyung's hands are tied behind him. Taehyung’s voice is deeper than he expected for a face like that, and it catches Jungkook off guard for a second.
“Jiminie?” Jungkook queries, trying to keep his expression frozen in one of neutrality.
Jimin shrugs, directing Taehyung to stand in front of the camera. “Taehyung here read my name tag, that’s all,” Jimin says, moving to stand beside Jungkook. “Don’t let him get to you.”
Easier said than done, unfortunately.
Jungkook is used to inmates being disrespectful and rude. After all, it’s a prison facility where men spend lifetimes withering away, not a nightclub for fun and games. Taehyung is nothing like what Jungkook is used to seeing.
When Taehyung stares into the lens of the camera, Jungkook finds himself captured by his good looks. It’s a silly thought – that Taehyung could’ve chosen any other path, could’ve utilized his face for something more than luring innocent people to their deaths. Perhaps this was the façade of a psychopath, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to knife Jungkook to death if there were any sharp objects in sight.
The disconnect between what Taehyung has done to land himself in prison to the way he carries himself has Jungkook biting down on his lip, wondering if it’s normal to be even remotely attracted to an inmate, and an inmate who he’s only just met. Maybe the crazy one here is Jungkook.
“Sorry, no smiling,” Jungkook says, peering into the viewfinder of the camera.
Taehyung’s face falls into an unreadable expression. As Jungkook presses the button to take a picture, Taehyung winks, and Jimin laughs.
Jungkook tries not to roll his eyes, checking the computer to see if the photograph is decent enough to be used for Taehyung’s identification card.
“I think Taehyung’s flirting with you,” Jimin says, nudging Jungkook in the ribs.
Jungkook knows Jimin’s laughter is egging Taehyung on, if the stunning grin on his face is anything to go by. “We have to take the photo again,” Jungkook says, holding back a sigh. Truth be told, he doesn’t mind wasting his time on this. Taehyung’s the kind of sight he’d rarely see in a lifetime. “Seriously, no smiling.”
“Why?” Taehyung asks, lips curling into a smirk. “What’re you gonna do to me if I disobey? Gonna spank me for being a bad boy?”
Deciding not to answer would the wiser option, Jungkook takes another photo without waiting for Taehyung to prepare himself. Checking the outcome, Jungkook decides that a smirking Taehyung is good enough. Once the identification has been added to Taehyung’s file in the database, Jungkook nods at Jimin.
Jimin, like the piece of shit he is, examines his nails, uninterested what Jungkook’s asking him to do. “You can take him to his cell,” Jimin says. “I gotta call someone.”
Jungkook would call bullshit, but he knows better than to argue in front of a high-profile criminal like Taehyung. Sucking it up, Jungkook grabs his keys and stuffs them into the pockets of his trousers. Handcuffs dangling from his finger, he marches up to Taehyung and grabs his hands, pulling them together in front so that he can cuff him.
“You could’ve asked nicely, y’know,” Taehyung says, as soon as Jungkook lets go of him. Taehyung’s golden tan skin is as soft to touch as it looks. A curious glance at Jungkook’s identification and then, “I don’t mind being tied up, Officer Jeon Jungkook.”
“C’mon, this way,” Jungkook orders, opening the door for Taehyung.
While Jungkook leads Taehyung through the maze of cells, passing by other officers and other inmates, they stop at the very end. The best of the best for the worst of the worst. Unlocking the first door with his fingerprint, Jungkook waves Taehyung in.
It’s while he’s slotting the needed key into the second cell door, after the first door has closed behind them that Taehyung acts, hugging Jungkook close, his handcuffs digging into Jungkook’s back. Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise, seeing Taehyung so up close and personal. Too personal. Way too close. Taehyung can probably hear how loud his heart is beating in this enclosed space, and Taehyung’s grin reappears.
Having wound Jungkook close, Taehyung murmurs, a breathy sound that works Jungkook up even more. “Now that we’re all alone, Jungkook-ah, how ‘bout I give you a blowjob, hm?” Taehyung suggests without hesitation, and Jungkook jerks back in shock.
Jungkook opens his mouth, closes it again when nothing comes out. “Yes, I’d like a blowjob from your pretty mouth,” is definitely number one in the handbook of things he should never say to a prisoner, least of all a criminal like Taehyung. Instead, he manages to muster up the courage to say, “W-what?”
This close, Taehyung’s eyes are dark, a lurid depiction of sin and want, and Jungkook really has to stop reading smut Haikyuu!! fanfiction in his spare time because Taehyung is anything but a trope.
“I give you a blowjob and you’ll let me out,” Taehyung says, confident as he backs Jungkook against the wall. Getting to his knees, he adds, “Or I can slice your head off even in these pathetic handcuffs, your choice.”
Jungkook is sure Taehyung is not joking. He’s heard of Taehyung doing worse, more gruesome than what he’s threatening. “So, you’re going to escape either way?” Jungkook realises.
“Yeah,” Taehyung replies, nonchalant. “I just wanna give you a blowjob, y’know, ‘cuz you’re hot and I don’t normally see officers of your calibre around. Nothing personal, Jungkook-ah. Promise I won’t kill you afterwards.”
Between the first and second doors, there’s no cameras in the small area. Whoever watches over the security feed might get suspicious that Taehyung isn’t in his cell, but Jungkook hopes that they’re too busy watching girl group music videos to even notice.
“Y-yeah, fuck, I want a blowjob,” Jungkook confesses, breathing in harshly as Taehyung unbuckles his belt like a lock picker working with a bank safe full of cash.
Taehyung tugs Jungkook’s pants off, fingers hooking at the waistband of his underwear. Looking at the outline of Jungkook’s half-hard dick a moment too long, Taehyung darts his tongue out to swipe at his bottom lip, and Jungkook grows abashed, wondering what the fuck Taehyung could be thinking of at a time like this.
As Taehyung presses his face into Jungkook’s crotch, lips warm and wet against the fabric, Jungkook threads his hands through Taehyung’s dirty blond hair, tugging. “Hurry up,” he warns, because as much as he’d love to have this blowjob last hours, he doesn’t exactly have that luxury.
Taehyung’s grip tightens on Jungkook’s thighs, moving his hands to pull down Jungkook’s briefs. “You’re so impatient,” Taehyung comments, nosing a path through Jungkook’s pubic hair and licking a stripe from the base of Jungkook’s cock to the head. “Never had a blowjob before?”
“I’ve had plenty,” Jungkook replies, biting down a gasp as Taehyung presses a loving kiss to his shaft. “I don’t have time for the foreplay. Cut to the chase.”
“So demanding too, Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung says, ignoring Jungkook’s words. Taehyung takes his time, small licks here and there with his thick tongue, mouth warm and inviting but not swallowing him whole like he wants. “The funny thing about law enforcement, I’ve realised, is that you always think you’re in charge. Do you agree, Jungkook-ah?”
“I don’t know?” Jungkook says, moaning as Taehyung flattens his tongue and runs it along the vein on his dick. “Do you usually talk this much when you’re giving head? I really wouldn’t’ve agreed if I had known—”
Taehyung engulfs him with his mouth, creating a vacuum as he hollows his cheeks out, the weight of Jungkook’s dick heavy on Taehyung’s tongue as Jungkook slides deeper. Jungkook groans, eyes fluttering closed, because fuck, Taehyung gives head so fucking good Jungkook thinks he might blow his load in one second flat, and that’d be even more embarrassing than falling for Taehyung’s pretty boy charms.
Taehyung hums, his pink lips thin around the length of Jungkook’s dick. Pulling away with an obscene pop, Taehyung’s lips are slick with saliva and Jungkook’s pre-come. “You’re. So. Hung,” Taehyung says in between small licks to Jungkook’s cock, back to being a tease. “Slap me with your cock.”
“E-excuse me?” Jungkook stutters for what seems like the nth time that night. Embarrassing. What the fuck, Jeon Jungkook?
“You want me to deep-throat you? Then work for it, Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung says, licking his lips and staring Jungkook in the eyes, inviting Jungkook to say anything to the contrary. “We don’t always get the things we want in life just because we want them. Some things aren’t that simple, even for a law-abiding, respectful officer like you.”
“Why?” Jungkook asks, his voice dying in his throat as Taehyung shoots him an unimpressed glare. “Sorry.”
“You’re funny, Jungkook-ah. Most would love to slap me, especially with their dicks,” Taehyung replies, pressing his lips reverently to Jungkook’s cock head.
So, Jungkook untwines his fingers from where they’re tangled in Taehyung’s hair, moving down to grasp his dick with his hand. Jungkook tries not to think too much of Taehyung’s grin, hitting Taehyung’s cheek with his dick, pre-come smearing onto his cheekbone. He then goes again, and Taehyung moans – a deep, heady noise that has the tips of Jungkook’s ears flushing red.
“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung says, and without hesitation, he deep-throats Jungkook, taking him in whole and Jungkook really has no response for that.
Covering his own mouth with the back of his hand, Jungkook tries to hold back his moans without success. Taehyung knows how to fucking work his mouth and Jungkook’s arousal slides in and out, Taehyung having no qualms and seemingly no gag reflex. Just when Jungkook is sure he’s going to come and possibly have the best orgasm of his fucking life, Taehyung stops, mouth full of cock.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, trying not to whine. Taehyung’s eyes are wide, making him look far more innocent than he really is.
“I can hear someone coming,” Taehyung says, eyebrows furrowing as he lets Jungkook’s dick slip out of his mouth.
“Me?” Jungkook suggests, because. Yes. To the fucking heavens and above, he could literally nut all over Taehyung’s face right now and it takes all of his self-control and dick-control not to.
Taehyung glances at Jungkook’s erection and says, “Oh, you poor thing, you’re so hard.” But Taehyung has no intentions of bringing to Jungkook to climax, and he stands up, pulling his arms over Jungkook’s head and away, careful to extract himself from Jungkook so that no one will catch them in their precarious positions. Taehyung sticks his tongue out and like the absolute worst that he is, he says, “You could’ve come on my face like this. Would’ve loved to have taste your come. It’s too bad your friends are interrupting us.”
Only now can Jungkook hear the heavy footfalls of someone’s boots. Taehyung’s hearing is far superior to his own, although that may be because Jungkook had been too distracted by Taehyung blowing him. Priorities, Jungkook has them.
Deciding he’d like to keep his job, Jungkook tucks his hard dick back into his pants, refusing to cringe at the uncomfortable sensation. He’s going to have to wank off in a toilet cubicle now, but it’s not like anything could compare to Taehyung’s warm mouth and talented tongue anyway.
“Maybe we’ll see each other again,” Taehyung says, pressing his lips against Jungkook’s, surprising him to attention. A chaste kiss, one that lasts for barely a second, but when Taehyung pulls away, Jungkook is left wanting to pull Taehyung in again, and the thought frightens him more than what Taehyung is.
“Maybe,” Jungkook promises, and then Taehyung slams Jungkook’s head against the wall and he promptly blacks out.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
*
Jungkook doesn’t think too much of his short meeting with Kim Taehyung, the vexing nightmare roaming the streets of South Korea. Taehyung’s on the loose again, possibly murdering gang leaders but more likely rescuing kittens and puppies from abusive owners. But then again, Jungkook tries not to think too much about Taehyung, lest he feel like an imbecile for letting him get away.
His head injury had healed fast enough. A mild concussion, nothing serious. At times, he felt like meeting Taehyung had been a weird as fuck wet dream, but then he’d see the identification photograph logged into the prison’s database and he’d realise it was anything but a wet dream.
A week after Taehyung escapes, Jungkook arrives at his desk only to notice a bouquet of blue flowers awaiting him. Plopping down on his chair, he searches for a card to figure out who had sent the flowers. Inside the bouquet is a white card, the size smaller than Jungkook’s palm.
Opening it up, he reads: For Jungkookie, bluebells. XOXO.