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"Rise and shine, Camel toe!"
Seungcheol glares up at the dingy ceiling, not moving a muscle. Maybe if he ignores him long enough the guard will leave.
"Got you a new cellmate! Try not to scare this one off, huh?" The guard's laugh sounds like the equivalent of a goose being dragged through a cheese grater and Seungcheol grits his teeth, has to fight against every fiber of his being to keep from lashing out and telling him where he can shove his stupid jokes. Seungcheol can't stand this particular guard, which is why the man had taken it upon himself to provoke him every given chance.
When he finally realizes he won't get a reaction out of the prisoner, the guard grumbles beneath his breath and Seungcheol hears what sounds like footsteps scraping across the floor as if someone had stumbled followed by the sound of the guard's heavy boots stomping off down the corridor to open the other cells. He huffs and debates going back to sleep when he remembers the guard's words. 'New cellmate?'
Seungcheol sits up abruptly, eyes immediately landing on his 'cellmate'. The man is cowering by the open door, head bowed and shoulder-length brown hair falling over his face. Seungcheol scans him from head to toe, assessing. Nothing about the man screams criminal but he'd learned years ago not to make assumptions based on looks. But he'd also be lying if he didn't say this guy looks like he can't even hurt a fly.
The blue uniforms normally run large but the brunet looks so tiny in his. The shoulders of the uniform are much too broad and his sleeves cover his hands, the long pant legs also falling over his white shoes, the drawstrings drawn as tight as they could go to keep them from falling down his hips. Nothing about this guy screams prison material.
Seungcheol jumps down from the top bunk, feet hitting the concrete floor with a loud thud that makes the other man flinch, much to his satisfaction. He approaches his cellmate with slow, confident steps, shoulders back and head high, muscled arms crossing over his broad chest as he stops a couple of steps away. He allows silence to stretch, listening as other prisoners in his block slowly get out of their beds and trickle from their cells to head down to the cafeteria for breakfast. He decides to take his time. After all, Minghao will be the one getting his tray for him anyway. He could have some fun first.
"Who are you?"
The other male lifts his head and Seungcheol is taken back for a split second by his beauty. He has delicate features: perfectly shaped eyebrows, large, innocent eyes that shine with fear, a pretty nose, and mouth, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and bitten raw from nerves. He's a pretty one. A beautiful man. And he won't last a day.
"Such a pretty face," Seungcheol observes, shamelessly scanning him head to toe again and smirking when he notices the blush on the newbie's cheeks. "I'm sure you know what happens to pretty boys when they go to prison, though. You'll be lucky if you can last through breakfast before someone has you pinned against a wall, claiming that little ass." The brunet gulps, shrinking in on himself even more. "What's your name?"
"J-jeonghan..." Comes the quiet reply. Seungcheol's brow twitches.
"Speak up." He commands, deep voice causing Jeonghan to flinch, taking a step back.
"Jeonghan." He repeats louder, a noticeable tremor in his voice. "Yoon Jeonghan."
"Well, Yoon Jeonghan," Seungcheol steps forward and Jeonghan backs up more, wary. "What are you in for?"
"N-none of your business..." The malice in his words is weak, failing miserably to sound stronger than he currently feels.
Seungcheol chuckles, a dark, intimidating sound. He takes another step forward and in his attempt to keep distance between them, Jeonghan ends up backing himself into a corner. His back hits the concrete wall and he gasps quietly, eyes widening when Seungcheol traps him there, towering over Jeonghan as he tries to make himself as small as possible. The gang leader merely watches him as he starts to shake, head bowing once again and arms coming up to shield his face.
"Not so tough now, are we?" Seungcheol says mockingly. "I ain't even touched you, I haven't threatened you, yet here you are shaking like a leaf. Pathetic." He reaches a hand out to grab Jeonghan's chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting his head in a surprisingly gentle manner. Jeonghan's eyes are glassy with unshed tears and Seungcheol scoffs. "They're gonna tear you to shreds out there. You're weak. You can't even keep up a front for longer than three seconds. Someone will make you their bitch in that time."
"I'm not weak," Jeonghan mumbles, offended and barely audible.
"Speak up."
"I'm not weak."
Seungcheol quirks a brow but says nothing. He just stares at Jeonghan who can't hold his gaze for more than ten seconds before he looks away. He tries to pull his head from the grip on his chin but Seungcheol tightens his fingers and draws a whimper from the brunet. Jeonghan lifts a hand but freezes mid way at the loud exhale Seungcheol releases through his nose, meeting his eye and swallowing hard. He tries to return the look, hardening his own gaze and narrowing his eyes in hopes that it masks the fear he still feels in this man's presence. They stare each other down, Jeonghan's facade weakening by the second. After what feels like an eternity but is really only a little over a minute later, Seungcheol smirks.
"How cute. You're trying so hard to be hard but that look couldn't even scare a baby." He says condescendingly, releasing Jeonghan's chin to run his callused fingers through his long hair. Jeonghan cringes from the touch.
"Please don't touch me," he mumbles again. "I...I'm not weak and no one is gonna make me their..." Jeonghan grimaces, crossing his arms over his chest, shoulders hunched. "Bitch."
Seungcheol laughs, mirthless and mocking. He looks Jeonghan up and down again, shaking his head. "You will most definitely become someone's bitch. Unless, of course, you have protection. Which I," he places a palm over his heart and tilts his head to the left in mimicry of sincerity. "will be happy to supply under one condition."
Jeonghan gazes wearily at him. "Under what condition?"
"Simple. You, pretty boy, will belong to me."
"No." The brunet says without hesitation. "I'd rather take my chances out there."
"Would you really?"
Conveniently at that moment, Mingyu appears in the entryway, his voice startling Jeonghan. "Hey, Coups hyung, what's taking you so long?"
Seungcheol turns to the taller man, stepping aside to reveal the partially cowering male behind him. "Just having a talk with the new twink. He has decided he doesn't need my protection. Wanna give him a taste of what'll happen the second the pigs lay eyes on him?"
Mingyu's face of confusion switches instantly into a look of arrogance. He struts forward as Seungcheol steps fully away from Jeonghan who audibly swallows as he's cornered once more. Seungcheol watches on in amusement as Jeonghan pitifully tries to bat Mingyu's hands away. Said male only grabs his slim wrists in one hand and forces his arms above his head, the other hand slipping beneath Jeonghan's top.
"N-no! No, stop!" Jeonghan protests weakly. "Stop touching me! Stop!"
"That's enough, Mingyu," Seungcheol says after a few moments and the taller man drops Jeonghan's wrists and retracts his hand, moving away from the brunet who drops into a ball, arms wrapped around his legs and head buried in his knees, shaking like a leaf. The gang leader rolls his eyes when Mingyu gives him a questioning glance. "Get up."
Jeonghan doesn't move and Seungcheol huffs. "You have three seconds to stand back up before I make you stand up myself." He warns. Jeonghan peeks up at him, sees the way his eyebrow twitches and jaw clenches, and he stands, slowly rising from his crouched position. "Now, pretty boy, had you been under my protection, that wouldn't have happened to you. But, you've made your decision." Seungcheol shrugs, motioning for Mingyu to follow him as he turned to exit the cell. "Mingyu works under me, but there are several other gangs here who don't give a shit what I have to say and if they want to claim you, they won't hesitate to do so."
He's one foot out of the cell, Mingyu already halfway down the stairs back to the cafeteria, when Jeonghan calls out to him. "Wait."
Seungcheol smirks to himself and looks over his shoulder. "What is it, pretty boy? Breakfast is getting cold."
Jeonghan steps away from the corner, taking slow steps. His arms are wrapped around himself, making him appear even smaller. He's curious - it can be seen in his eyes - but also hesitant, obvious in the way he bites his bottom lip. "What...what exactly do you mean when you say I'll belong to you?"
Seungcheol turns fully, casually putting his hands in his pant pockets. "It means that I will own you in every aspect of the word. You will no longer be Yoon Jeonghan because you will no longer belong to that family. You will be whatever name I decide to give you and you will be mine to do with as I please. No questions asked. No holds barred."
"And how...how is that any - any different from what someone else might do to me?" Jeonghan counters, incredulous, halting in the middle of the room.
"You ever taken two cocks at once? Ever been in a gang bang? Ever been used by seven men at the same time with no reprieve?" Seungcheol asks, growing ever amused at the look that becomes more horrified with each question. "Your reaction tells me no to all of that. If you decide you'd rather 'take your chances', by all means, do it. Just know that all of that is coming your way - no pun intended." He takes a pause to chuckle to himself but Jeonghan doesn't find the humor in his double entendre. "But I am a greedy man. I don't like sharing. Meaning, you will belong to me and only me for as long as I deem you useful. The second I get bored of you though..." He lets the sentence trail off, knowing his point is coming across loud and clear.
He holds out one hand and Jeonghan eyes it, taking a few more steps and slowly reaching out his own smaller, dainty hand. "When I shake your hand...I'll be protected from the other prisoners?"
"Mhm. But I should warn you - since I'm feeling nice this morning - that the second we shake hands, I can do whatever I want to you and you have no say. You're giving up your voice, your rights, your everything to me and I have no limits to what I can and will do to you. Deal?"
Jeonghan's hand freezes and he lifts his eyes to meet Seungcheol's. Was he really going to put his life in this man's hands just for protection? He's seen enough tv and read enough prison experience horror stories to know that he would most definitely be screwed if he went out there by himself. He's small and soft and pretty with no knowledge or strength to fend for himself against much bigger and stronger men who were, not to mention, gang members as well which made them scarier. No matter how he looks at it, there's no winning.
'Maybe basically becoming a slave won't be so bad', he tries to reason with himself but doesn't believe his own words for a second. With a shaky sigh, he gives up on weighing his limited and unsavory options and places his hand in Seungcheol's, the contrast between Seungcheol's callused and rough skin to his own soft skin an embarrassing one.
"Deal."
Seungcheol's smirk returns and there's a dangerous glint in his eye, gone as soon as it appears. "Great. Now come on. Breakfast is gonna end soon." He walks out of the cell and Jeonghan follows closely behind.
The corridor is quiet, every cell empty and the murmur of voices floats up from the cafeteria. A seed of dread plants itself in Jeonghan's stomach as they descend the concrete stairs, his eyes on the cracked and chipped steps. The fifth step from the bottom is missing a chunk of concrete, leaving a hole of rough, jagged cement that someone was bound to trip on. As they reach the bottom, Jeonghan unconsciously finds himself moving closer to Seungcheol, fingers wrapped tightly around the fabric of the uniform jacket wrapped about the man's waist as the attention of nearby prisoners is turned to them.
Seungcheol is unfazed by the eyes on him, face set in an intimidating glare and chin up as he walks, deaf to the slurs and words being thrown at him. Jeonghan keeps his head bowed, walking so closely to Seungcheol he nearly steps on the backs of his shoes. There are men whistling at and calling out to him and his heart is racing a mile a minute.
"Who's the new bitch?"
"They put a girl in the wrong place or sum?"
"Hey princess, lemme get a taste of that pussy!"
"Hey, Coups, you get a new toy? Share this one, eh? You should let a real man break this one in!"
Jeonghan squeezes his eyes shut, disgust and fear swirling in his gut and making him nauseous. He doesn't realize they've come to a stop until he bumps into Seungcheol's back. The man huffs and that's when he realizes he's been clinging to his jacket for dear life. He lets go and takes a few steps back, flexing his aching hand with a small hiss. He looks up to see that Seungcheol has taken a seat at a table with five other men who are watching him with various expressions ranging from curiosity to annoyance to disinterest. He spots the tall man - Mingyu - looking at him smugly and it only serves to worsen his anxiety.
"The hell are you waiting for?" Seungcheol snaps. Jeonghan feels his face heat up as he moves to take the only open seat on Seungcheol's left between him and a black-haired man with glasses and an unreadable expression. The table is round with three benches surrounding it. The entire thing is concrete and the benches are bolted into the ground. Jeonghan steps into the seat and sits, lip caught between his teeth as he feels the assessing eyes of the other men.
"So this is the new twink you had Mingyu hyung harass?" Someone finally speaks up and Seungcheol hums, more interested in the bland food on his plastic tray than the question. Jeonghan locks eyes with the man who spoke and he's shocked at how young he looks. He has a mix of sharp and delicate features with messy brown hair and a strong jawline; he looks youthful yet aged with the pinch in his brows that makes his eyes look darker and tells Jeonghan he isn't as innocent as he looks at first glance. His gaze is piercing and Jeonghan casts his eyes to his lap.
"Yep." Mingyu answers for Seungcheol. "I never caught his name though."
"Y-Yoon Jeonghan..." The brunet whispers. He yelps a second later when Seungcheol pinches the inside of his thigh, the action still very painful beneath his layer of clothes. His hands instinctively shoot down to grab at the man's wrist and try to push it away but it doesn't budge.
"Speak up." Seungcheol commands, still pinching his leg.
"My na- name is Yo-" Seungcheol pinches harder and Jeonghan winces. "My name is Jeonghan." He rushes, clamping his thighs together when Seungcheol takes his hand away, the area burning and tingling and he knows there's definitely going to be a bruise there tomorrow.
"Jeonghan? Pretty name for a pretty boy." Another one of the men says. "So, I'm assuming you've made your claim? Seeing as how he was clinging to you like a toddler."
"He does belong to me now - as if I was gonna let someone else get their hand on him." Seungcheol scoffs. "But I haven't claimed him yet." He glances at Jeonghan as he takes a sip of chalky water from his little paper cup. The man is still bowing his head, long locks blocking his face. He 'tsk's and grabs the brunet by the chin. "Show your face."
Jeonghan does as told, knowing that there's no point in protesting. He brushes his hair back, combing his fingers through it to uncover his pink tinted face. He keeps his eyes down, only looking up when the fingers on his chin tighten. Seungcheol points to each person to introduce them. He starts with the person to his right, a man with black hair, slanted eyes and cherubic cheeks.
"This is Hoshi," his finger moves to the person on the closest end of the second bench. His hair is dyed, a faded pink with strips of purple and blue throughout it that have also started fading, and his face, while also looking surprisingly youthful, gives off a "don't fuck with me" vibe that makes Jeonghan wary. "That's The8 and the one next to him is Vernon."
Vernon is the one across from him with messy hair and a strong jawline. His gaze has softened, no longer piercing, and he looks much younger with a relaxed face. Seungcheol points to the people on the third bench next and chuckles at the way he can feel Jeonghan lean a bit away when he looks at Mingyu. "You've met Mingyu. The one next to him is Wonu." Wonu looks the most disinterested in him, his cat-like eyes empty of emotion. He has a calm yet dangerous aura and Jeonghan gets the feeling he doesn't want to get on this one's bad side.
At that time, a bell sounds and startles Jeonghan who turns crimson when the other men laugh at him. He looks around to see the other prisoners dumping their trays and putting them on a metal cart sat in the middle of the cafeteria before filtering out of a door on the right leading to one of the prison courtyards.
Seungcheol stands, followed by the rest of the men, and Jeonghan scrambles after him as he leaves the table, his tray left behind. Jeonghan glances back to see the one called The8 collecting it along with his own. They join the crowd of prisoners pushing their way through the doorway and in the chaos of it, Jeonghan gets separated from Seungcheol. He feels a hand graze his ass and would brush it off as an accident due to how close they all were but a second later, a hand grabs his ass, and he yelps, shoving his way through the pale blue ocean of uniforms in an attempt to get away.
Panic hits him like a slap to the face when he feels more hands reaching for and grabbing him. There are so many people around him and he doesn't know where to go. Someone snatches him out of the mass of bodies surrounding him and he's relieved for half a second until he sees that the person currently groping him is not the man whose protection he's supposed to be under.
When Seungcheol realizes Jeonghan isn't behind him anymore, irritation flares in his chest. He looks around, instantly spotting the long brown hair that acts as a beacon. He becomes even more irritated when he sees that Jeonghan is being groped by one of his group's rivals.
He starts to push in that direction and the prisoners in his path make way for him, parting easily to allow him through. Vernon and Mingyu are right behind him without question as they always are and Seungcheol raises his voice to be heard over the commotion of the other prisoners.
"Jongup you have two seconds to let go of my property before I break your nose." He warns. Jeonghan's eyes find him and there's a mixture of terror and relief on his face. His arms are being restrained in front of him, tips of his fingers barely peeking past the ends of his sleeves. Jongup is pressed against his back, his other hand not visible from Seungcheol's vantage point. But by the way Jeonghan is squirming, it doesn't take a genius to guess where it is.
"Your property, huh? I don't see your mark on it, S.Coups." The other responds mockingly. "Last time I check, you gotta mark what's yours and from what I can see, this pretty ass is free to claim."
"I've made my claim, asshole." Seungcheol growls, stepping closer. From his peripheral he sees Zelo and Daehyun approaching and he grits his teeth. It's too early for this. "Roll call ain't even started yet, you sure you wanna do this right now? I'll kick your ass in front of everyone. You know I will."
They stare each other down for a minute and Jongup relents with a scoff, shoving Jeonghan so hard he goes stumbling into Seungcheol's arms. "I don't want your bitch anyway." He spits, leaving to join back up with his own people as Seungcheol, Mingyu, Vernon, and now Jeonghan, return to their claimed area.
When they reach Hoshi, The8 and Wonu, Hoshi raises his brows in question. Seungcheol, still annoyed, only shakes his head as he pushes Jeonghan to the ground in front of him. The brunet grunts as his knees and shins come in contact with gravel. He tries to stand but is immediately pushed back down by a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at Seungcheol who glares down at him and a shiver of fear goes up his spine. Swallowing, Jeonghan bows his head and sits there, acutely aware of the rocks digging into his skin through his pants.
A guard stands on a raised platform made of asphalt that sits in the middle of the courtyard and blows shrilly into a whistle. The chatter dies down and the guard begins to speak. After the first few words, Seungcheol tunes him out, used to hearing this same speech every single day.
First the guard would call out each prisoners inmate ID, a three digit number followed by the first letter of their surname (for example, Seungcheol's number is 290C). This was the most monotonous part, waiting for your ID to be called only to answer "Present" like a school student. Next he would give a speech about behavior and job openings around the prison and blah blah blah - Seungcheol has never cared enough to actually listen. Finally he would dismiss them to do whatever they want until lunch at 12.
"Inmate 820Y?" The guard calls and heads instantly swivel, searching for the newbie. Jeonghan's feeble "Present." is just barely heard from his spot on the ground and the guard looks up from his clipboard, scanning the courtyard with furrowed brows. He simply shrugs a moment later when he can't locate the face behind the voice, continuing with the daily announcements.
"As you all know, the shower block is open for use until 11:30, each inmate is allotted one towel and one washcloth for the week but must bring their own soaps. Two jobs have opened up, both as custodial positions, with one in the kitchen as a garbage collector and the other to clean the showers. Pay will be determined by work hours and effort put in with a minimum of ₩50. You are free to use the indoor gym, outside exercise area and recreation room or return to your cells. We suggest you play nicely as violence is not tolerated and will be punished. If you wish to make a call, there is a sign up list located in the dining hall with call time hours. If you have a visitor, you will be escorted to the visiting room and allowed 30 minutes to talk."
The second the guard dismisses them, Seungcheol yanks Jeonghan to his feet by the jacket. Jeonghan's legs, which had been halfway to falling asleep tingle and ache from his previous kneeling position. He shakes them to bring some feeling back and knock the rocks sticking to his pant legs off. Seungcheol's group stands in place as the others shuffle back into the cafeteria to go to the other parts of the prison. When the crowd lessens, they make their way inside, Jeonghan being dragged by a hand wrapped tightly around his upper arm.
Seungcheol brings him back up the stairs and into their shared cell, his men following close behind. Upon reaching the compact room, Jeonghan finds himself on the ground again, this time the side of his right leg and hip taking the brunt of the fall. He's not even been here a full day and he's already going to have several bruises come noon. He sits up slowly and peeks at Seungcheol through his lashes. Not knowing what to expect, he chooses to stay quiet as not to possibly piss the leader off any more than he is.
"You barely been here a few hours and you're already causing trouble." Seungcheol starts, untying the uniform jacket from his waist and throwing it off to the side. He snaps and the five men form a line to block the bars of the cell. They stand shoulder to shoulder, arms crossed at the wrist in front of them and eyes staring straight ahead, faces expressionless. "You're already looking to be more trouble than it's worth."
Jeonghan makes an indignant sound. "That's not fair!" He cries. "It's not my fault I got violated!"
"Did I tell you to speak, bitch?"
The insult catches Jeonghan off guard, the growl in Seungcheol's voice unmistakable and terrifying. "But-" before the word can fully leave his lips, there's a hand wrapped tightly in his hair and another around his throat. Seungcheol picks him up like that and in the next second, Jeonghan's breath is being forced out of him as his back comes in contact with the concrete wall opposite to the bed.
He pulls frantically at the hand around his neck but it only tightens until his breathing is fully restricted and he fears his windpipe is about to be crushed. He stops fighting, hands clinging onto Seungcheol's wrist. He's utterly at the other's complete mercy, pinned to the wall with his feet barely touching the ground.
There's a look that can only be described as cold, heartless murder in Seungcheol's eyes. His jaw is clenched and his nostrils are flaring and Jeonghan has never experienced such fear in his life. His heart is racing a mile a minute; his stomach is coiled so tight he thinks he might vomit, and his only thought is 'I'm about to die.'. The veins in Seungcheol's neck are prominent, his skin flushed red with untamable rage.
"Don't you ever talk back to me," he barks, voice deeper than before. "You listen to me, bitch, and you listen clear: you do not say a word unless given permission. You do not touch me without permission. You can't do anything unless I say you can. Understood?" He punctuates his words with a yank of Jeonghan's hair.
The brunet nods as much as the hands on him allow. His vision is swimming and he's starting to see dots when Seungcheol finally loosens his grip around his neck. Jeonghan gasps loudly, choking as he tries to pull air back into his deprived lungs. He's thrown back to the ground, scalp burning and neck throbbing, his own hand coming up to rest lightly over it. His eyes water but he blinks the tears away, unwilling to show another sign of weakness. He notices the five men who look unfazed, still staring blankly at the empty wall across from them.
Seungcheol's hand returns to his hair before he can fully regain his breath and he's pulled to a kneeling position, his view of the five men blocked by Seungcheol's body. Jeonghan is face to face with the man's crotch and he already knows where this is going. He coughs weakly a few times, finding that swallowing has become a somewhat painful task now.
"We'll start your lessons later on; I'm laying claim to you first. You can also think of this as your way of making it up to me for pissing me off." The gang leader undoes the drawstring to his uniform trousers, shoving his underwear down just enough to pull his cock out. With the hand in his hair, he guides Jeonghan forward.
"Open." Too scared to disobey, Jeonghan complies immediately, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. Seungcheol slaps his length across his face, smearing precum on his flushed cheek. "Tongue out." Jeonghan sticks his tongue out as told and cringes slightly when he feels the cock slap against his tongue, coating it with bitter precum.
"Suck." Seungcheol commands. Jeonghan does as told, curling his lips over his teeth as he takes the length into his mouth. No need to piss Seungcheol off again. He's guided up and down, slowly at first, and tries to adjust to the feeling of a cock in his mouth. Considering Seungcheol's build, with his broad shoulders and chest, and muscular physique in general, Jeonghan isn't surprised that his dick is also big. It's thick and long and there's no way he can take all of it in his mouth when it's only half in and already at the back of his mouth.
Jeonghan suckles on his mouthful, thankful that Seungcheol is going easy on him right now. But Jeonghan isn't stupid and he knows it's only a facade and won't last much longer. He's proven right only moments later, the grip tightening in his hair as he's forced to take all of Seungcheol's cock, nose touching his pubic hairs. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to swallow down the spit building up in his mouth while simultaneously trying not to gag.
Seungcheol presses his hips forward and Jeonghan's throat spasms involuntarily around his cock, tears slipping down his cheeks as he gags wetly. He's forced to take shallow breaths through his nose but air is quickly running out and Seungcheol doesn't seem intent on letting him up anytime soon. His hands twitch in his lap, wanting to push away the man above him to breathe. He whimpers continuously, the vibrations along with the feeling of his throat contracting around Seungcheol's cock making said male grunt.
Jeonghan chokes on his spit when he's finally allowed to breathe and barely exhales before Seungcheol is fucking into his mouth. The only thing he can do is sit there and take it as he's held in place, head tilted back with tears streaming down his face and spit spilling down his chin as he chokes and gags around the intruding length being forced down his throat again and again at an unrelenting pace.
There's a stinging slap across his face that has his eyes flying open to meet Seungcheol's, his brows furrowing. "Keep your eyes open." Is all the man says, not sounding affected in the least. Jeonghan breathes heavily through his nose and it's a battle to keep his eyes open. They keep flooding with tears that he has to continuously blink away and Seungcheol slaps him every time they stay closed too long.
After a few more thrusts, Seungcheol pulls Jeonghan off his cock completely, wrapping a hand around himself and pumping quickly. Jeonghan pants, feeling very much like a dog as he tries to regulate his breathing and recover from the throat fucking. Seungcheol tilts his head back further and cums with a grunted "Fuck.". Jeonghan shuts his eyes as the first spurt hits his face.
Ropes of semen splatter over his face, covering from his forehead to his chin. Some lands in his mouth and Jeonghan has half a mind to spit it out but Seungcheol is plugging his nose and wrapping a hand around his neck, forcing him to swallow the spunk in his mouth with a grimace. He opens it to show that it's gone and Seungcheol lets go.
"Look at you, covered in my cum like a slut. I think he looks prettier like this, what about you boys?"
Humiliation makes Jeonghan's face burn as he hears the disinterested murmured agreements from the five men in the room. A finger runs through the cum on his cheek, pressing it into his skin before being shoved inside his mouth. Jeonghan licks the digit clean and Seungcheol repeats this until there's no more cum on his face, feeding it all to the pliant brunet.
"Good girl," Seungcheol mutters and Jeonghan opens his eyes again. Seungcheol is running his fingers through his hair, gentle now, and it's a strange 180 from how he was being treated only minutes prior. He's tucked himself back into his underwear and retied his pants. Looking over his shoulder he calls out, "Wonu."
Seungcheol shifts as the cat-eyed man walks forward. There's something in his hand that looks like a pen but as he comes closer, Jeonghan can see that a tiny motor of sorts has been attached to the body of an pen, the end looking to be a pointed wire. Seungcheol is observing Jeonghan's reaction and sees his apprehension.
"In order for you to officially come under my protection, you must wear my mark." He says by way of explanation and Jeonghan looks warily up at him. "Pull up your right sleeve and hold your arm out, wrist up."
Jeonghan hesitates and the hand that's still touching his hair tugs warningly. He gulps, looking between Seungcheol and the DIY machine in Wonu's hand. Wonu kneels in front of him and Jeonghan sees a small container of black ink in his other hand. He looks back to Seungcheol.
"A-a tattoo?" His voice is hoarse and doesn't come out properly.
"What did I say about talking?" Seungcheol quirks a brow and Jeonghan clamps his mouth shut. Seeing as he had no way out of this, he rolls his right sleeve up to his elbow and exposes the inside of his wrist. Wonu must think he's moving too slowly because his hand shoots out and grasps Jeonghan's arm to pull it toward himself, the speed at which he moves drawing a gasp from the long-haired male.
Wonu clicks a button and the self made tattoo pen whirs to life with a muted hum. His wrist is held in a surprisingly tight grip as Wonu dips the end into the ink and begins his works. It's a painful process, the needle digging non stop into his arm as a neat S.COUPS is embedded into his pale skin. It takes no more than five minutes but it's an excruciating five minutes nonetheless and by the end of it, Jeonghan is almost in tears again, biting down on his fist and hiding his face in the leg of Seungcheol's pants.
When he's done, Wonu clicks off the device and sets it to the side and retrieves an antibacterial wipe from his jacket pocket. Jeonghan hisses as he wipes down the irritated and tender skin and when Wonu releases his hand, he cradles his arm to his chest with a piteous sniffle.
"Thank you, Wonu."
The man gives a curt nod, using another antibacterial wipe to clean the tip of the tattoo pen. Seungcheol dismisses the five men after that - "We'll have our meeting after lunch." - and turns back to Jeonghan who's inspecting his new tattoo and discreetly wiping away tears.
Seungcheol takes a seat at the tiny desk against the wall adjacent to the bed in its uncomfortable plastic chair. He beckons Jeonghan over and he rises on unsteady legs, making his way to Seungcheol with shaky steps. He's drawn onto Seungcheol's lap and looks away, cheeks tinting with embarrassment. Seungcheol turns his face to him with a finger beneath his chin and Jeonghan squirms under his scrutiny as the gangster just...stares at him. He wants to turn his face away, uncomfortable and awkward in the stretching silence but then Seungcheol speaks.
"Angel." He meets Seungcheol's eye and almost speaks but catches himself and furrows his brows instead, hoping it conveys his confusion. "I'm naming you Angel. It's fitting. Your long hair, pretty eyes, and soft face."
Jeonghan will be buried six feet under before he admits that he kinda likes the name. He glances at his tattoo again, itching to ask a question but he's had his fill of pissing Seungcheol off. So he improvises. He lifts his arm and points to the tattoo.
"What about it? Speak."
"This is -" Jeonghan's voice cracks and his throat is sore, feels raw and scratchy but despite that he clears it and tries again. "This is your name?"
"Yes. Anyone who isn't my team only knows me by S.Coups. With that on your arm, people here will know not to fuck with you. But you aren't allowed to call me that." At Jeonghan's look of confusion, Seungcheol chuckles. "What? You think just because you're my little pet now, you can address me by name? I don't think so. I will give you a choice, though. Lucky for you I'm feeling quite generous today and you've most definitely earned my forgiveness with that pretty little mouth of yours. You have three choices. You can call me master, sir, or daddy."
Jeonghan flushes at the last one, cheeks turning crimson, and Seungcheol's brows shoot up. "Oh? What a reaction," he teases. "Does my innocent Angel have a daddy kink by chance?" Jeonghan shakes his head quickly and Seungcheol 'tsk's, slipping a hand past Jeonghan's waistband to pinch his hip, holding him still when he yelps and jerks away. "Don't lie to me, Angel. I hate liars. Which name do you choose?"
He stalls for as long as he can, picking at his rolled up sleeve and not wanting to expose himself by answering. But Seungcheol is an inpatient man who doesn't like to be kept waiting and he pinches Jeonghan again, hand traveling further to the skin at the juncture of his pelvis and thigh. Jeonghan's leg jerks and a pained squeak falls from his lips. Seungcheol twists the skin between his fingers and Jeonghan writhes in his hold.
"Daddy! I choose Daddy!" He cries, huffing in relief when his abused skin is released. Seungcheol pulls his hand from Jeonghan's pants and he finds himself on the floor yet again, being looked down upon with a condescending smirk that makes the nerves in his stomach stir yet again.
"Seeing as I still got time to kill, how about we start with lesson one?"
Visiting Room 13 - 11:26am, Soonyoung
Soonyoung breaks into a smile as soon as the guard escorting him leaves the room, the door shutting with a soft click. He makes his way to the counter, beaming at the person sitting on the other side of the glass dividing the two rooms. The other person indulges him with a small smile as he pulls out his chair to sit down.
"Hello, love of my life~"
"Hello, one of six idiots who got himself arrested," Jihoon replies snarkily, snorting when Soonyoung's smile morphs into a pout.
"Aw, come on~. You know you miss me Jihoonie. Miss my co-"
"We have things to talk about regarding the family reunion." Jihoon interrupts with a disgusted wrinkle of his nose. "You're disgusting by the way. Anyway, we need to decide on a location that works for everyone."
Soonyoung drops the pout and hums, fingers tapping on his chin. "Well, you know how much everyone loves to eat. Maybe someplace big enough to fit everyone comfortably."
Jihoon nods, lips pursed. He inspects his nails absentmindedly. "What about a Korean barbeque during lunch hours?" He lifts his eyes back to Soonyoung, brow arched.
"Eh, they tend to be more busy during the lunch rush, I'd suggest maybe an hour or two later when we can claim several tables without hassle." The black-haired male responds. "They might be a bit short-staffed considering we'll be showing up later but it'll be fine." He crosses his arms over the metal table, leaning forward. They stare at each other for a few beats and Jihoon scoffs with a shake of his head.
"You look like you want to kiss me."
"So what if I do? I haven't been able to in eight months. It's like I've sworn myself to celibacy in here!" Soonyoung complains and Jihoon's eyes narrow instantly.
"If you even think about putting your dick in some prison whore's ass I'll cut your balls off." He hisses and instead of being unnerved by the threat, Soonyoung smiles again.
"See? You do miss me."
Jihoon rolls his eyes. "So what if I do?" He mimics.
"Don't worry, baby. I may be a criminal, but I'm a loyal boyfriend. The only ass I want to fuck is yours."
"How romantic." Jihoon deadpans.
The guard who'd escorted Soonyoung pops his head into the room. "Two minutes." He says before closing the door again.
"You'll be back next week right?"
"Of course I will idiot, I've been coming here every Monday for the last five months," Jihoon grumbles as he stands. Their eyes meet again and his gaze softens at Soonyoung's dopey smile that's always there whether Jihoon is complimenting him or insulting him. "And, yes, I do miss you Young-ah."
His smile only seems to brighten even more. "I love you."
"I love you too, dumbass. Tell Vernon Seungkwan is still sulking." He smiles as Soonyoung laughs.
"And let me guess, he's still mad at Cheol hyung?"
"Our Kwannie can hold quite the grudge as we've discovered. But seeing as it doesn't hinder his work," Jihoon shrugs, "we leave him be."
"Time's up." The guard is in the room again, standing by the door and Soonyoung stands, chair scraping against the floor as he does so. He holds up a finger heart and allows himself to be led away, and if Jihoon stands there and watches him until the door closes behind his back before leaving, he doesn't need to know.
After Lunch Leisure Time - 2:20pm, Jeonghan
After lunch, Seungcheol and the five men return to the formers cell, Jeonghan following cluelessly behind. Just as the gang leader had said, when people caught a glimpse of the ink on the inside of his wrist - his sleeve was still rolled up as not to further irritate the skin - groping hands didn't reach for him even as he went through the lunch line alone, Seungcheol ordering him to get both of their trays.
He'd pleaded nonverbally with the man, eyes wide and terrified because didn't he remember what happened that morning?? But Seungcheol, obviously, didn't care about him being scared and it took the slightest narrowing of his eye for Jeonghan to cower and slink his way into line at the back of the cafeteria. The woman at the start of the line had given him a dirty look when he grabbed two plastic trays but before he could try to explain himself, her eyes landed on his wrist and she told him to go ahead. The rest of the staff didn't bat an eye, simply giving him two servings of each food item. After being given two paper cups of water, Jeonghan returned to the table as quickly as he could without spilling anything, all too aware of the staring eyes on him. Seungcheol had rewarded him with a demeaning pat on the head.
The five men had formed a circle, Seungcheol sat in the plastic desk chair, Hoshi and The8 on the bottom bunk, Vernon standing with his back against the wall next to the desk and Mingyu and Wonu sat on the floor. Jeonghan stands awkwardly in the background, not knowing what's going on or what to do. He gnaws on his bottom lip, fingers picking at a sleeve. Seungcheol eventually seems to remember his existence for he finally turns his attention to the brunet. The five men naturally follow his gaze and Jeonghan shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot.
"He's not staying for this is he?" Vernon asks. Hoshi scoffs.
"Like hell he is - we don't know anything about him. He can't be trusted yet. For all we know, he could be a bug for those Nct bastards." He spits.
"So where's he gonna go?" Mingyu questions, scanning the man head to toe with an unimpressed face. "Look at him - he can't fight off anyone. He's nothing but skin and bones." Jeonghan glances down at his body, growing self-conscious by the second. They were just talking about him like he wasn't standing right there.
"Angel." Jeonghan looks up through his lashes, bringing a hand up to brush the hair that had fallen in his face away. Seungcheol is watching him with an unreadable look, rubbing his hands together slowly. He seems to come to a decision after a few seconds and huffs through his nose. "Go find something to do."
"H-huh?" Jeonghan's mouth falls open, features morphing into disbelief.
"You heard me. You can't stay here, Soonyoung has a point, you can't be trusted yet. We don't know anything about you, you don't know anything about us and we ain't taking chances."
"B-but...but what- what if someone attacks me?" Jeonghan asks and even he can hear how pitiful and scared he sounds.
"You're wearing my mark. Only a dumbass is gonna try to mess with a marked bitch. Go."
"B-" Seungcheol's brow twitches and Jeonghan clamps his mouth shut, gulping. He looks down at his tattooed wrist, at the five men, and at Seungcheol, all of who are waiting impatiently for him to leave. He nods, more to himself than anyone else, steeling his racing heart, and exits the cell.
Jeonghan walks down the corridor in the direction of the steps leading to the cafeteria on shaky legs. His steps are slow and unsure and he doesn't really know where to go. He remembers a guard pointing out the indoor gym and recreation room in passing early that morning when he'd first arrived but he'd been too busy crying and internally panicking to pay much attention to anything.
Lost in his own head now, he nearly trips when he hits the messed up fifth step from the bottom and catches himself on the handrail. Luckily for him the cafeteria is empty other than sounds coming from the kitchen, the staff there cleaning and preparing the evening meal, and a couple of guards who don't react to his near fall. Jeonghan flushes either way, carefully placing his feet on the last few steps.
When he hits the floor, he looks around, unsure. There are two doors at the front of the cafeteria leading down two hallways and he has no idea which one to take. He debates just choosing one and seeing what happens but quickly decides that, yeah, that's probably not a good idea. So instead he approaches the guard closest to him, subconsciously curling in on himself to look smaller as he gets closer.
"U-um...excuse me?" The man looks at him blankly but doesn't say anything. "Which door do I need to take to get to the recreation room?" The guard - whose name is on a small badge on the left side of his black uniform button-up, Lee Sooman - raises an arm and points to the door closest to them, on the right. "Thank you." Jeonghan bows his head respectfully and makes his way to the door.
The second he opens it, he can tell by sound which way he needs to go. There are several doors, of which only two are open. From the open door on the left side of the hallway comes the sound of weights hitting the ground and clanging against metal weight racks and exerted grunts. Jeonghan moves to the other side of the wide hallway, wanting to put as much distance possible between himself and whoever is in the gym. He continues farther to the second open door which, by process of elimination, he knows is the recreation room and peeks inside.
There's more people in here than he expects but they're all occupied. Some are around a table playing cards in the middle of the room, some are sitting around a tv in the back left corner, and others are doing various activities, such as, reading, writing, or talking. There are two guards in here, one by the door and the other just walking around the room. Jeonghan feels severely out of place as he slowly comes into the room. Maybe he can sit in an empty corner and be invisible. Just as he starts going to a corner to do exactly that, though, someone taps his shoulder and he flinches violently, hands shooting up to block his face.
"Woah, woah, I'm not going to hurt you!" The voice is light and almost feminine and has Jeonghan peeking past his arms. The man in front of him is...pretty, to say the least. He has a small face, a straight nose, and pouty lips. His blonde hair is in a high ponytail and he has long bangs that swoop to the left side of his face. "I didn't know you were gonna be so jumpy," the guy giggles, bringing a hand up to brush his bangs aside, tucking the hair behind his ear. "I'm Minki, but you can call me Ren."
"Y- Jeonghan. I'm... Jeonghan," he says, uncurling from his defensive position. Ren holds a hand out to him and Jeonghan shakes it, noting that his hands were as delicate looking as his own. He has the urge to ask what on Earth a guy like him did to wind up here but realizes that they're similar in looks and he'd only sound like a hypocrite.
"You don't sound very sure of your own name," Ren says with a smile. Jeonghan huffs out an awkward laugh.
"If I'm being honest, I'm not." He runs his fingers through his hair and Ren does a double-take of his arm. At first Jeonghan doesn't know what he's staring at so he looks as well and realizes it's the arm with the tattoo. "Oh."
"Can I see your wrist?" Jeonghan holds it out to him and Ren inspects the ink before looking back up at him, eyes lighting up. "You've been claimed by S.Coups?"
"Yes...?" Jeonghan doesn't understand why he looks so excited to hear that and Ren must be able to tell by his face.
"It means we can be friends! I'm in Nu'est, Seventeen's brother gang."
'Brother...gang?'
"Huh?"
"Wait. You don't know? Do you not know who you belong to?" Ren looks just as confused as Jeonghan feels.
"I'm...no. I just came here today and I got roomed with Da- S...Coups. I don't know what Seventeen is..."
If Ren catches his slip-up, he doesn't show it. Instead, he leads Jeonghan over to a more private part of the room and they have a seat at an empty table. Ren leans forward on his elbows and drops his voice. Taking the hint, Jeonghan leans forward as well to listen.
"Seventeen is a gang made up of twelve members. Their leader is Seungcheol, better known as S.Coups. They're kinda a big deal. Their team is full of cold-blooded hitmen, government level hackers and geniuses. The six who winded up in jail were actually on a mission with us and we got caught. We believe it was a setup from one of our informants who was being a little bitch cause he wanted more money than he'd originally agreed to and we wouldn't budge. Greedy bastard." The blonde grumbles the last part, looking off to the side and shaking his head.
"But that's beside the point. The point is," he grabs Jeonghan's arm, pointing to the ink on it. "You were roomed with and claimed by one of the most powerful and intimidating gang leaders in the area. And we're allies."
"Allies?"
"Mhm!" Ren nods excitedly with a cute smile. "We're all really close. Coups and JR have known each other for a while."
"Who's JR?"
"The leader of Nu'est aka my boyfriend."
Jeonghan gives a single nod. There's just so much information for him to take in and process and it has his head spinning. First day in prison and he was already in a gang. Well...did being owned by the leader of a gang count as being in one? He didn't know. But this was just so much. How did his life even come to this?
Ren cocks his head at him, can see the gears turning in Jeonghan's mind. "You good?"
"Yeah, it's... That's a lot to process."
"Understandable. But hey, now you have a prison friend!" Ren chirps and Jeonghan also wonders how this guy can be so bubbly when he was a) in prison and b) friends with a gang full of quote "cold-blooded hitmen." Then again that could very well mean his own gang members were ALSO cold blooded assassins and Jeonghan really doesn't want to think about any of that. He thinks he might lose his lunch if his imagination is allowed to roam. "You look like you're going through an existential crisis."
"One of many."
Ren bursts into giggles and Jeonghan finds himself smiling at the contagious sound.
"Trust me, you'll get used to....all this," Ren assures. "The gang thing and being in prison and you have me. Pretty boys gotta stick together right?" He winks and Jeonghan chuckles, the first genuine laugh he's had since the whole mess that landed him here started.
"Right." He taps his fingers on the cushioned top of the foldable table, thinking. "Oh!"
"Yes?"
"What's an Nct? Hoshi said something about me potentially being a bug? But I don't even know who that is."
A dark look crosses Ren's face and Jeonghan raises a brow. "Another thing you need to know about are our rivals. Nct and B.A.P. Seventeen and Nu'est have never gotten along with those assholes. We've been rivals with Nct for some years now - they don't know how to stay on their side of town - but B.A.P is more recent. They've made a pact with Nct in here which is fitting considering both groups are made of power-hungry assholes. But, we also have another ally. Some of the members of Exo found themselves in the same situation as us. Led straight into a setup." Ren shakes his head. "Honestly it was probably the same di- I'm getting off topic."
He pauses to close his eyes and take a breath. When he reopens them he gives Jeonghan a serious look. "Avoid B.A.P and Nct at all costs. Your tattoo might protect you when Seungcheol isn't around but not from them. They don't give a fuck who owns you, if you get cornered by them, they'll do whatever they want. Every B.A.P member wears a red piece of cloth around their wrist and the people associated with Nct have slits in their eyebrows. If you're alone and you see red or an eyebrow slit, get the hell out of there. Got it?"
He waits until Jeonghan nods his understanding and smiles again. "Good. Now, do you know how to play cards?"
"Yeah..."
"Cool, I'm gonna go get a deck."
Jeonghan watches Ren as he stands and jogs over to a small crate containing several games and decks of cards and he sighs to himself. It's already been a hell of a day and it's not even over not to mention it's only been day one. He cuts off any thoughts about the future because he knows it'll only serve to make him paranoid and anxious. So instead he decides to delight in the fact that he has a friend - a gangster who's definitely done illegal stuff and who might have blood on his hands but he's nice to him so a friend nonetheless.
What has his life become?
Evening Roll Call - 9:30pm
Jeonghan makes his way to the gravel courtyard outside the cafeteria alongside Seungcheol who holds firmly to his arm as they squeeze out of the doorway that's much too small for the amount of people trying to get through it at once. The man directs them so that Jeonghan is in front of him so he won't get separated again. The grip on his arm is painful but the brunet figures it's in his best interest not to complain. He seems to be on Seungcheol's good side right now and doesn't want to change that.
Floodlights have turned on to lighten up the courtyard in the dimming summer night, the sun having set a bit after dinner started. The lights were blindingly bright, surrounding the perimeter formed by tall, barbed wire-topped fences. Winged insects fly around the lights and the sound of crickets can be heard in the peaceful nighttime air. It's a beautiful night and Seungcheol would much prefer to spend it anywhere but here. Behind bars in a stupid uniform.
After roll call, the inmates are instructed to go their cells for the night, warned that anyone outside of their cell after ten minutes will be penalized. Everyone turns to shuffle back inside but Jeonghan is held in place, Svt holding back just as they'd done that morning and waiting for the crowd to lessen before heading in. Jeonghan looks around the emptying courtyard and meets eyes with Ren who winks at him and makes a playful kissy face that in turn makes him smile.
Seungcheol notices and follows his line of sight. "So I see you've met Minki." He hums. Jeonghan glances at him and he gives a slight nod as permission to respond.
"I met him in the rec room. He said Seventeen and Nu'est are allies." He answers, voice lilting into a question. Seungcheol nods.
"We are."
They don't speak again until they've climbed the stairs and entered their cell, a guard appearing to lock the doors. Jeonghan sits down on the bottom bunk, eyeing the blanket at the end of it but making no move to unfold it. He looks back to Seungcheol and sees the man removing his shirt. His back is turned to Jeonghan who stares at the defined muscles that ripple and shift with his every movement. The only light source is coming from the hallway, barely any moonlight shining through the single tiny barred window high up on the wall.
Jeonghan is broken out of his mini trance by Seungcheol's voice. "Tomorrow you're gonna start training with Mingyu during morning leisure and Soonyoung during afternoon leisure."
Mingyu's name sends a stab of fear through his chest. "Training? Mingyu? Why Mingyu?"
Seungcheol gives him an over-the-shoulder look that has him flinching. "I'm gonna let that one go cause it's your first day and you're still new to everything. You're weak. You need to build some muscle, so Mingyu is going to act as your personal trainer. He's more patient than I am and I have better things to do. So, starting tomorrow, you'll be going to the indoor gym with him for at least an hour. Then during afternoon leisure, you'll be going to the outdoor gym area for self-defense training with Soonyoung."
"But daddy-"
"Angel."
There's finality in his tone and Jeonghan bows his head. "Ok."
"Good girl. Now lay out your blanket and go to bed. Tomorrow will be a long day for you and I don't want to hear a word of complaint. Understood?"
"Yes, daddy," Jeonghan answers, reaching for the blanket. He stands to lay half out over the concrete slab and lies on top, tugging the other half over his body.
He shifts around, trying to find a slightly comfortable position but eventually gives up and just closes his eyes, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep after the day he's had. He hears Seungcheol climb onto the top bunk and moments later, the light in the hallway turns off, flooding the cell in total darkness. Jeonghan can hear the sound of the people in the cells around him moving about, a pair of hushed voices coming from one of them and he curls into a ball. The reality of his situation fully hits him then - 'I'm in prison.' - and it feels like a ton of bricks dropping onto his chest.
Before he knows it, he's crying, hand clamped over his mouth to keep from making any sound. He wraps his own arm around himself and brings his knees up to his chest. His eyes are squeezed shut yet pouring tears and his heart is aching. He's shaking and hopes that Seungcheol is asleep and can't hear his sniffles and shuddering breaths.
Jeonghan doesn't know what time it is when he finally falls asleep but welcomes the temporary relief, body relaxing on his hard bed and tears drying on his cheeks.