attention;; yoonmin

six

the cell jungkook and taehyung were put in, was pretty small but it didn't look too bad. it had two single mattresses on the floor and a door that leaded to the smallest toilet ever.

jungkook just sat on the mattress, staring into space, feeling bored as f**k. he didn't know how much would take yoongi to give money in exchange of his freedom.

it was crazy how we would have never thought of finding himself in a room with kim taehyung.

he knew the boy from a year or so, he met him in one of their gigs with the park gang but apart giving each other looks, they never really had any type of conversation.

and now, he was stuck with him, only opening his mouth to tell him to stop crying.

after a long hour, taehyung finally fell asleep on the mattress in a fetal position. his eyes looked puffy and his face had dried tears on it.

jungkook only watched the boy, not really having anything else to do in the cell. i mean, they could've at least gave them some type of entertainment.

jungkook's attention turned to the cell's door that was getting opened by one of the guards. the man gave a look to the adorable boy sleeping that seeming too innocent to even hurt a fly.

the guard had a tray of food in his hand and he carefully set it down. it contained bread, cheese and two glasses of milk. it wasn't fancy but better than staving all night.

as the man left, jungkook sat on the floor and grabbed a piece of bread, leaving the other for the sleeping boy. he put a slice of cheese and it and dug in. his hungry stomach seemed to appreciate food.

he sipped the milk from the glass, taking bites of his bread and he didn't forgot to throw looks at the sleeping boy, just in case he woke up.

after he finished his side of the tray, he sat back, brushing his hands on his thights to get rid of the crumbs.

should he wake the boy up? the milk will get cold and the cheese will probably go bad if he'll wait for the next morning.

jungkook was awkward in waking up people. he never really did it. living in a mafia gang mansion with high quality people who woke up extra early was one of the things he was thankful of.

he himself, liked to get up early to do his usual exercises and have his gym time. it might sound crazy but he really enjoys it.

jungkook got up from his sitting position and walked near taehyung's bed. the boy looked way to perfect to be real, from up close but who was he to admit it.

jungkook grabbed taehyung's shoulder and shook him a little, hoping that it would be enough.

the older didn't bulge. he kept sleeping rather peacefully on the uncomfortable mattress.

jungkook then tried shaking him again.

in vain, it didn't work.

"kim? get up! it's time to eat." jungkook said pinching harshly the boy's arm.

taehyung snapped wide awake and slapped jungkooks right and square in the face.

"oh s**t, it was just you. i thought it was a killer or something." the disoriented boy said out in relief.

jungkook was holding his bright red cheek feeling an undeniable need to punch taehyung in the guts for smacking him so hard.

"first of all, you should apologize for slapping me. second of all, i am a murderer." jungkook replied hissing.

"right. why did you even wake me up? let me sleep in self pity. i need it." taehyung muttered before laying down again.

"yah! eat the f*****g food or i'll eat it instead. not that i mind." jungkook said yanking the other's sleeve and bringing the tray closer.

taehyung seemed to light up at the sight of food.

"oh wow. they must be really nice if they're feeding us." taehyung happily commented, grabbing the bread and taking big bites.

"they're not being nice or anything. that's just how stupid prisons work." jungkook replied rolling his eyes.

"you must know a lot about jails." taehyung giggled, gulping his milk down.

"you're not funny at all, kim." jungkook said flicking the other's forehead.

"yah! that hurts!" taehyung whined pushing jungkook's hands away.

"you're lucky i feel generous cause normally i would kill anyone who tries to touch me." jungkook replied clicking his tongue.

"you make it sound like i raped you or something. i only smacked you. can't be that bad." taehyung said nonchalantly, eating his food.

"would you like me to slap you back? i mean, if you wish to have a black bruise on half of your face, i will gladly help you with that." jungkook threatened, showing his open palm.

taehyung shrugged his shoulders knowing that jeon jungkook was famous for his strength and muscles. he couldn't afford to lose part of his face just by trying to pick a fight with a muscle pig. nope, no way.

not getting an answer from taehyung, jungkook just sighed and went back to his mattress. he layed down, still hearing taehyung chewing loudly and irritating him on purpose.

"can you stop being so damn loud? im trying to sleep." jungkook said startling the poor boy.

"yah! stop yelling at me. im just eating!" taehyung defended himself, looking offended.

"just eat with your mouth shut or something." jungkook said glaring at him.

"okay, jeez. fine." taehyung replied not really pleased by jungkooks judgmental looks.

both boys fell asleep afterwards, surrounded by

sounds of the rain tapping on the window and wind whistling through the night.