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Johnny had been on his way back to his cell with Mark when someone had tapped on his shoulder, causing him to turn around. He was still holding the book that Taeyong had given him, frowning back at the man who had touched him. His face wasn’t familiar but Johnny didn’t think much of it, figuring that he hadn’t really gotten accustomed with the faces of most of the people in the prison seeing that he had barely been there for two weeks. The man’s hair was dark and his skin tanned, not much taller than Mark who was standing diagonal to him. 

“Can I help you, man?” Johnny asked, glancing down at the man’s blue uniform. He must have been new. That didn’t confuse him all that much. If Mark had been transferred, there had to have been at least a handful of other newcomers along with him. 

“Are you Johnny?” the man said back and Johnny went a bit tense with the question. Every time someone asked him that at the last prison he was at, it had always ended in a confrontation that he simply didn’t sign up for. He looked over at Mark who had gone somewhat stiff along with him, one of his rounded eyebrows raised. 

“Why?” Mark questioned.

“I wasn’t asking you,” the stranger responded easily, still focused in on Johnny.

“Well, I’m asking you,” Mark muttered, moving forward a little. He was smaller than most Alphas but still knew how to hold his own. The only thing was that Johnny didn’t want him to have to do that. If Mark and this man ended up getting into a fight, he would have to step in and that would ultimately break the promise he had made to Taeyong about not getting himself in trouble. It would also make him a hypocrite, seeing that he had constantly been silently chastising Taeyong, telling him to calm down and not make a scene every time that someone pissed him off.

“Are you Johnny?” the man repeated, deciding to ignore Mark. Johnny could tell that had pissed Mark off by the way that his face had unconsciously gone dark. 

He decided that the only way to keep Mark out of this and stop him from getting himself into something that would do nothing but fuck him over in the end was to answer this man’s question, hoping that it wouldn’t escalate to anything bigger than what was currently happening between the three of them. 

“Yeah,” Johnny finally answered. “Why?”

“Aish,” the man said, laughing a little. “This is who he picked out?”

Johnny frowned upon hearing that, unsure of what it could actually mean. Who could he have been talking about and why did Johnny get the feeling that this man was insulting him? He looked over at Mark again who had an identical frown on his face, clearly confused as to what was going on. 

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re on about, man,” Johnny sighed, shaking his head. “You probably have the wrong guy.”

He went to leave and Mark followed after him but was stopped by the sound of the man’s deep voice once again. “You’re Taeyong’s mate, aren’t you?”

Johnny turned around quickly upon hearing Taeyong’s name. The man had an eyebrow raised at him, frustratingly smug about the fact that he definitely had known that mentioning Taeyong would get Johnny to listen. It wasn’t what he had said that had made Johnny feel so on edge considering that many people knew of his and Taeyong’s relationship but how he had said it. He referred to Taeyong like he was someone that he h knew. Johnny didn’t like it.

“Why do you care?” Johnny asked, his voice a little sharper than it had been. 

“Where is he at?” the man questioned, ignoring Johnny’s question entirely. 

“Again,” Johnny spat, “I’m not sure why you give a fuck.”

“I give a fuck because that bastard named me to get time off of his sentence,” the man growled.

It still didn’t make any sense to Johnny. Who could Taeyong have named? Who had anything to do with what they had done together? Johnny hadn’t even known that Taeyong had given a name to begin with. He figured that his sentence was so short because he wasn’t being pinned for the murder of Matthew.

Still, Johnny knew that this man was up to no good and clearly wanted some kind of revenge on Taeyong. No matter what he had done, Taeyong was his mate and Johnny had an obligation to protect him from anyone or anything who was trying to bring him harm. 

“He’s not around,” Johnny said darkly. “I don’t know what you have against him but you need to leave him alone.”

“Yeah, fuck that,” the man snorted, shaking his head. “Me and him need to talk.”

“You’re not talking to him,” Johnny seethed.

“I get that you fucked him once and made the mistake of mating him but I know more shit about him than you could even think of,” the other inmate told him. “Hence I’m not gonna fucking ask you for permission to talk to him.”

This guy was starting to piss him off. He clearly was trying to start trouble and didn’t respect the fact that Taeyong was his Omega. Johnny didn’t understand what this guy was talking about, what the fuck he meant by knowing shit about Taeyong but at this point, he didn’t care. All he wanted was for him to go away and to leave both him and Taeyong—but especially Taeyong—alone.

“Listen, man,” Johnny started, moving a bit closer to the man. “I don’t want any trouble but I promise you that if you try to start anything with Taeyong, there’s gonna be a problem.”

“Well then I guess there’s gonna be a problem,” the man said back, raising an eyebrow in response, very clearly not intimidated by Johnny. 

“Johnny, come on,” Mark muttered, doing his best to intervene. “It’s not worth it.”

And it probably wasn’t. He had promised Taeyong that he wouldn’t get himself in any trouble and the same went for Taeyong. But this was different to him. This wasn’t some petty confrontation over something stupid. This guy was openly threatening Taeyong and if Johnny were to walk away, he, in turn, could possibly be putting Taeyong’s life in danger.

“If there’s a problem, you can take it up with me, not Taeyong,” Johnny told the man who scoffed quietly. 

“Fine,” he said and that was the only warning Johnny got before being struck directly in his face. 

The next couple of minutes went by in a blur. Johnny could remember Mark shouting at him to stop, for the both of them to stop and putting himself in between them to try and break up the fight, only to be pulled back by another inmate who Johnny didn’t recognize. He could remember the man getting on top of him and punching him so hard that it made his head spin. More importantly, Johnny could remember Taeyong appearing out of nowhere and doing his best to stop the two of them, calling the other man by name in a way that let him know that he wasn’t lying, that him and Taeyong definitely knew each other in some way which only pissed him off even more. He had never in his life been so fucking infuriated, filled with so much anger that it would have scared him had he been in the right headspace. 

Someone pulled him off of the man, wrestling both of his arms behind his back. He could see Taeyong struggling with another guard, screaming at him to let him go, only to be cut off by a gut –wrenching cry as the man did something to him that Johnny couldn’t figure out. He could taste the blood in his mouth and feel how his eye had started to swell shut, his entire face throbbing in pain. There was so much going on but yet and still, Johnny couldn’t focus on anything other than fucking mauling the other guy’s face off because not only had he disrespected him , but he had disrespected Taeyong and Johnny was so angry that he couldn’t think straight. 

He ended up being thrown into solitary confinement. He figured that was the same place they had brought the other man but after being in there for what had to be an hour could hear nothing but the sound of his own breathing, heavy from how he was still seething with anger about what had happened. This was bullshit. Why was he being punished because he had defended himself? Where the fuck had they taken Taeyong and Mark? How fucking long was he going to be stuck in here? He was in excruciating pain and wanted out. 

A day turned into a week and so on. Johnny started to lose count after the third day. It was terrible in that fucking cell. It was barely even a room and had no sunlight, no schedule. Johnny never had any idea what time or even what part of the day it was. He couldn’t even rely on when the tray of food was slipped in through the small rectangular slot at the bottom of the door enclosing him in to give him an idea, seeing that it was brought to him whenever someone finally felt like it.

In there, Johnny had a lot of time to think. He thought about who the man possibly could be and how Taeyong knew him. He thought about him saying how Taeyong had named him and gotten him sent in there with him. He worried about how he had reacted and how incontrollable his rage had gotten. Was that the new normal for him? He wasn’t the type of person who got angry easily. Even when he did, he had a tendency to internalize that anger. But this time, he couldn’t. After the man had punched him, he couldn’t stop himself. If no one had broken up the fight, he didn’t know what would have happened and that was what scared him the most. He couldn’t even find solace in Taeyong’s wellbeing, seeing that he didn’t know where he had been taken after being scooped up by the guard. It was like Hell in there. 

And then one day, a guard opened up his cell. Johnny hadn’t been doing anything but laying back on the thin mattress atop the metal frame, tossing his balled –up socks up in the air and catching them. He had been doing that for what had to have been the past hour, squinting against the light of the hallway as it spilled into the tiny room.

“Come on,” the man said in a gruff voice. “Punishment’s over.”

Johnny had never gotten up faster in his entire fucking life. He practically stumbled off of the bed, barely remembering to stop and slip his socks and boots back on. He needed to see if Taeyong was okay, if Mark was okay, what fucking day it was. He needed to get the fuck out of that cell and interact with someone, anyone. 

As it turned out, it was around lunchtime. Everyone was scattered around the cafeteria, talking to each other loudly. Johnny didn’t see Mark anywhere and couldn’t find the man who had started it all either. The guard behind him encouraged him to grab a tray and Johnny did so, idly filling up his cup with some of the lukewarm tap water on display while he looked around the room for Taeyong. It didn’t take him long to find him, halfway across from where he was with a tray of untouched food in front of him sitting next to someone whose back was turned to Johnny. Johnny quickly dropped his cup on his tray and walked over to where Taeyong was sitting, his heartbeat starting to pound loudly in his ears. 

The second he had approached, Johnny’s heart sank. He dropped his tray on the table, startling Taeyong who had flinched with the sudden noise. He looked up at Johnny, opening his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Johnny speaking to the man across from him. 

“What the fuck did I tell you?” Johnny hissed, causing Jay to blink up at him, sighing boredly. 

“John—,” Jay started, only for Johnny to cut him off sharply. 

“I told you to fucking stay away from him,” Johnny hissed through gritted teeth.

“Hey,” Taeyong snapped suddenly, quickly pulling Johnny’s attention off of Jay and onto him. “Don’t you think you’ve caused enough fucking trouble?”

Johnny knew it. He knew that Taeyong was going to be upset with him. Why wouldn’t he? He had gone against their promise of staying out of trouble. Still, that didn’t mean that Johnny couldn’t be upset about him talking to someone who was very clearly untrustworthy. 

Jay made a small noise in the back of his throat before pushing himself up from the table, running his tattooed hand through his hair. “You two clearly have some shit to get through,” he said, picking up his tray from where it had been sitting in front of him. “I’ll talk to you later, Taeyong.”

“The fuck you will,” Johnny seethed. Jay only raised an eyebrow before moving past him, returning to his usual table of men. 

Johnny watched him sit down, exchanging a small handshake with a man across from him. A click of Taeyong’s tongue caused him to turn back around, hesitating a moment before sliding into the spot that Jay had previously occupied.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Taeyong spat at him, Johnny unable to stop himself from flinching a little at Taeyong’s harsh tone. 

Looking at Taeyong dead –on, Johnny realized that something was different with him. He still looked exhausted, still looked devastatingly little but there was something else that had changed since the last time he had seen him. It didn’t take him long to figure out that Taeyong’s mousy brown hair had been cut. It no longer grazed the back of his neck and covered both of his ears. Instead, his bangs stopped right above his dark eyebrows, cut choppily and uneven. Johnny frowned a little at the sight. 

“You cut your hair?” Johnny questioned, suddenly forgetting about the whole scene with Jay that he had just intervened. Taeyong stared at him for a long moment, clearly dumbstruck with the fact that Johnny hadn’t acknowledged what he had said to him even a little. He laughed to himself, muttering something under his breath that Johnny couldn’t make out. 

“No, I didn’t cut my hair, Johnny,” Taeyong hissed. “Why the fuck is that the first thing you say to me?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Johnny muttered in response because he genuinely didn’t. He understand why Taeyong was upset with him but wasn’t going to apologize. He had to realize that the only reason why he had done what he did and broke the promise solidified by the both of them was because he was protecting him. Taeyong glared at him for a long moment before shaking his head. 

“You wanna know who cut my hair?” Taeyong asked. Without waiting for Johnny to offer up a response, he continued. “A guard down in segregation didn’t like my tone when I was talking to him and got three of his men to pin me down while he cut my hair with an old fucking knife. That’s what happened to me.”

Johnny went quiet at that. He figured that Taeyong had been taken down to segregation by the way he had been yelling and screaming at that guard after the fight but hadn’t considered the fact that he was definitely more prone to be fucked with. A big ball of anger started to build up in the pit of his stomach at the thought of Taeyong being wrestled down against his bed, probably terrified of what was going to happen to him because his tone hadn’t been what someone else wanted it to be. But more than that, guilt hit him like a fucking brick. He hadn’t meant for Taeyong to get involved in what had happened and definitely hadn’t meant for him to endure the same —or notably worse— bullshit than he had down in segregation.

“I’m sorry,” Johnny said quietly. “I didn’t mean for you to get involved.”

“Well, you fucking did,” Taeyong mumbled, scoffing. “What were you thinking, Johnny?”

“I was thinking that I needed to protect you,” Johnny answered honestly. 

“Protecting me is getting in a fight?” Taeyong snapped quickly. “I’m not helpless, dude.”

And that simply wasn’t fair. Taeyong was making it so much more juvenile than it actually was. It wasn’t like Johnny had approached the guy and punched him because he stole something off of his tray like a lot of these other men tended to do. The man had openly threatened Taeyong. He had done it with reason. 

“I’m not saying you’re helpless,” Johnny sighed, starting to feel himself grow frustrated with Taeyong’s blatant refusal to listen to him. He ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the way that Taeyong rolled his eyes at his response. “Who even was that guy?”

Taeyong hesitated a moment before reaching over to pluck Johnny’s bowl of rice off of his plate. Johnny didn’t say anything, glad to see the other finally making an intentional move to eat. “My ex,” Taeyong finally mumbled, grabbing Johnny’s spoon and pushing it into the stiff pile of rice in front of him. 

“Your fucking ex?” Johnny questioned which clearly wasn’t the right thing to say if the way Taeyong’s face had immediately soured was any indication. 

“Yes, my ex, Johnny,” Taeyong hissed. “Believe it or not, I was with other people before you decided to go and mate me.”

That hurt. That had definitely struck a nerve in Johnny. You decided to go and mate me. Taeyong clearly was still viewing their relationship as something that he had been basically forced into and not something that he was willingly taking part in. He thought that Taeyong had gotten past that but it was very clear that he hadn’t. Johnny didn’t say anything for a long while after Taeyong said that in which Taeyong didn’t particularly seem to care about, waiting for Johnny to speak up for only a moment or two before scoffing again and forcing another spoonful of rice into his mouth. 

“You named him?” Johnny finally said, thinking back to what the man had said to him before the fight between them had broken out. 

“He told you that?” Taeyong asked and Johnny hesitated a moment before nodding slowly. Taeyong shook his head. “Yeah, I named him,” he admitted with a shrug. “Why?”

“How was he involved in anything that we had going on?” Johnny questioned. 

“He wasn’t,” Taeyong muttered. “I did what I did since I was fucking seventeen, Johnny. I wasn’t just charged for what I did to your shitty brother.”

Johnny made a face. “How old were you when you met up with Matthew?” Taeyong paused, thinking back to it. Johnny thought that it was kind of ridiculous that he had to think about it. How did he not know when he had his first encounter with the man who would go on to try and take his life?

“Eighteen,” Taeyong finally said, taking another bite out of his rice.

Johnny hadn’t expected anything different from Matthew. It was almost exactly like him to go and fool around with someone underaged. It wasn’t even like Taeyong looked older than he actually was. Even sitting here in front of him, Taeyong looked at least a year younger than nineteen. He had to have known that he shouldn’t have been fooling around with someone like Taeyong and simply didn’t care. Matthew was fucking disgusting. 

Johnny couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge that, didn’t want to face that yet. “How long were you with him?” Johnny asked, causing Taeyong to sigh quietly, putting down his spoon. 

“Two years,” Taeyong said, the irritation leaking out into his voice. “Why do you care, Johnny? What does it matter?”

“It matters,” Johnny retorted. 

“No, it doesn’t,” Taeyong snapped angrily. “Why would it matter when I’m with you?” Johnny didn’t say anything in response to that, couldn’t really think of anything coherent. Taeyong picked up his spoon again, shaking his head as he went for another bite of his rice. “He’s all talk anyway,” he muttered.

“He punched me in the face,” Johnny pointed out. 

“He started it?” Taeyong asked, seeming surprised by what Johnny had said. 

“I don’t just go around starting fights with people, Taeyong,” Johnny mumbled, picking up his cup and taking a small sip of his water. “He punched me and I retaliated. That’s it.”

Taeyong went silent at that. Johnny couldn’t tell if it was because he was rethinking something or because he simply didn’t feel like responding to what had been said. He watched Johnny raise his cup up to his mouth again, quietly observing him. 

“I’ll deal with him,” Taeyong finally said, giving Johnny his bowl of rice back. Looking down at it, Taeyong had barely eaten half of what was inside. Still, Johnny kept quiet about it, figuring that it was more than he had seen him eat since the moment he got there. 

“I really don’t think you should,” Johnny told him, doing his best not to work Taeyong up again. Clearly someone being protective over him wasn’t really Taeyong’s thing. 

“What, you think he’s gonna kill me or something?” Taeyong snorted sarcastically. “Listen, Johnny, I know him and he’s easily one of the biggest pussies I’ve ever met. If anything, him punching you was his way of trying to protect himself from getting his ass beat by someone else.”

Johnny really didn’t believe that. He didn’t know why, couldn’t put his finger exactly on it, but wasn’t so ready to underestimate this man. It was like Jay —something was off about him, something was suspicious but Johnny ultimately had no proof or reason as to why. He watched Taeyong run a hand through his choppy hair and thought back to what he had walked up to not even ten minutes earlier. 

“Why were you talking to Jay?” Johnny questioned, easily changing the subject. 

“Because he came over and started talking to me,” Taeyong muttered. That was annoying. Taeyong had to have some kind of idea why Johnny was asking him.

“I could see that,” Johnny said. “Taeyong, I told you that you shouldn’t trust him.”

“And why shouldn’t I?” Taeyong asked sharply.

Because Johnny knew something wasn’t right with him. Because Johnny had seen all the shit he had done on the outside with Matthew and knew that he wasn’t a good person. Because someone like him never gave without wanting something in return and he couldn’t understand why Taeyong wasn’t getting that. Taeyong was ignorant but he wasn’t stupid and Johnny hated that it seemed like he was willingly turning a blind eye to what was very obviously wrong with this guy. 

“You know that they were gonna keep you in segregation for another month, Johnny?” Taeyong continued before Johnny could respond, before he could explain. He frowned at what Taeyong had said. Another month by himself in that tiny room? What had encouraged Warden Lee to spare him from that? 

“What?” Johnny asked, frowning. Taeyong laughed a little, leaning forward on the table with his elbow, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand. 

“I was gonna be in there for another month too,” Taeyong revealed, causing another bolt of guilt to strike Johnny. He forced himself to swallow it down, shaking his head. 

“When did you get let out?” Johnny asked and Taeyong shrugged. 

“Tuesday,” Taeyong said. Johnny considered asking exactly how long the both of them had been in there for but ultimately decided that wasn’t important in the moment. 

“And how are we out right now?” Johnny pressed even though part of him already had an idea. With how much power he had in that prison, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he had something to do with the fact that Johnny wasn’t still rotting away in that cell. Taeyong glanced over at the table not too far away from them and hummed quietly.

“Jay did it,” Taeyong answered and Johnny couldn’t help but be frustrated with Taeyong. 

This wasn’t good. He had never asked for any sort of favor from Jay. If he had a choice, he would have easily chosen to stay in segregation than to have anything to do with Jay. He hated that Taeyong had made that decision for him and in turn undoubtedly got him wrapped up in Jay’s bullshit. He groaned quietly and ran both hands through his hair, feeling that familiar bubble of anxiety build up in his chest. He couldn’t understand why Taeyong would do something so stupid. 

“Why the fuck would you ask for a favor from him?” Johnny questioned and Taeyong immediately frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. 

“You’re seriously getting pissed at me because I got you out of solitary?” Taeyong said back. “Would you have rathered for me to let you stay in there?”

“Honestly, Taeyong, I would have,” Johnny snapped and he genuinely didn’t mean to get upset with the other but he couldn’t help it at this point. Being in prison was going to be extremely hard for the both of them if Taeyong kept choosing to be so openly ignorant. 

“Well, why don’t you go fight another inmate and get sent back?” Taeyong muttered, clearly angry with Johnny’s lack of graciousness. 

“Can you just listen to me for one second?” Johnny asked and Taeyong blinked up at him, face still resting in the palm of his hand. “You shouldn’t have done that, Yong.” Taeyong snorted again at that, rolling his eyes. “I’m being serious,” Johnny hissed. “He’s not gonna do anything for you without expecting something in return.”

“Oh, my God,” Taeyong breathed. “This isn’t some fucking American drama, Johnny. I know that we’re in prison but not everyone is out to get you in here.”

Johnny could cry with how frustrating Taeyong was being. He wasn’t saying that everyone in prison was a bad person and knew that compared to the shit that went on in America and many other places for that matter, the way that they lived was way, way better than a lot of people. He was saying that every place had bad people and in here, Jay was undoubtedly one of them. He wasn’t being overly suspicious or anxious. The only reason why he was even wary of Jay was because of his prior knowledge of how the man was. 

“Do you not trust me?” Johnny finally questioned and Taeyong scoffed. 

“Yes, I trust you, Johnny,” Taeyong answered, sighing. “It’s just that—I don’t know, John, you’re so anxious about everything and you act like I have no clue what I’m doing and it’s like you’re forgetting the fact that I spent five whole months in here by myself without getting into any trouble.”

That was true. While Johnny had struggled at his last facility, Taeyong had managed to stay to himself and keep out of harm’s way. He functioned on an everyday basis without any problems. In fact, now that Johnny thought about it, Taeyong had basically lived in peace up until the point that he got there. Still, that couldn’t be right. It didn’t make sense that Jay would suddenly take interest in him the moment that Johnny got there after basically ignoring Taeyong’s presence for almost half a year. 

Something wasn’t right. Johnny knew that. But he also didn’t have anything to back him up other than how he had seen Jay act way back when. If Jay wanted to bring harm to either of them, he probably would have done it by now. The one thing Johnny knew about him was that he never hesitated before striking. That being said, Johnny simply couldn’t bring himself to trust this man. Not the way that it seemed like Taeyong was. 

He knew that pushing Taeyong further on the subject would only irritate him more than he already had and really didn’t have the energy to argue with him so Johnny decided that it would be best for the both of them if he stopped talking about it altogether. He could keep the fact that he didn’t trust Jay to himself and still make sure that the other wasn’t trying anything without bringing Taeyong into it anymore than he already had. 

“Okay,” Johnny muttered, shaking his head. “Fine. I’m sorry.” Taeyong nodded and he hesitated a moment, thinking about what he had said about his ex. “Do you know how much time he ended up getting?”

“No,” Taeyong answered. “And I don’t give a shit. He deserves to be in here as much as I do.”

“What did he do?” Johnny couldn’t stop himself from asking. Taeyong sighed loudly, very clearly extremely frustrated with Johnny’s prying.

“I’m not talking about this with you,” Taeyong muttered, picking up his cup of water and taking a sip. 

Johnny didn’t understand that. They were mated and not only mated, but mated for life. He wasn’t saying that he had a right to know every single detail of Taeyong’s life before him but at least wanted to know a little bit about his past, especially seeing that it now involved him. It didn’t feel fair that Taeyong was refusing to tell him. 

“Why can’t we talk about it, Taeyong?” Johnny pushed. “It’s not fair that you’re—.”

“—I don’t want to fucking talk about it,” Taeyong snapped at him, pushing his tray away from him and suddenly standing up from the table. Johnny flinched a little, not having expected for Taeyong to react this way. “Jesus Christ, Johnny, take a fucking hint for once in your life.”

Taeyong went to pick up his tray, informing Johnny that he was about to leave. “Wait,” Johnny called and Taeyong sighed in clear irritation, looking back at him. “Where are you going?”

That probably wasn’t what Taeyong had wanted him to say. Watching his reaction, Johnny could definitely tell that Taeyong wanted him to say something else. He didn’t know what. Taeyong stared at him for a long moment before scoffing quietly, shaking his head. 

“I’m going to fucking work,” Taeyong mumbled, throwing down his tray. Johnny could only sit there and watch as the food he still had on top of the plastic toppled over, spilling messily onto the table. He looked up to see if any guard had noticed the commotion, knowing for certain that if they had it would be a definite shot for Taeyong. Fortunately, it seemed like no one had been paying attention. “If that’s okay with you,” Taeyong continued sharply, voice dripping with venom. 

“Taeyong, wait,” Johnny tried but Taeyong was already gone, walking off angrily in the opposite direction. 

Johnny sighed, watching Taeyong slip out of the cafeteria and into the corridor that would lead him into the library. He knew that Taeyong was young and that he had deep, personal problems he had struggled through in the past that were still affecting him and how he reacted to things but it all was starting to get a little frustrating for Johnny. He wasn’t trying to control Taeyong’s life. All he wanted him to see was that he needed to be more aware of the people around him and realize that not everyone wanted the best for him. Unfortunately for him, Taeyong didn’t seem to be open to that idea. 

He glanced over at Jay’s table. Maybe Jay really wasn’t up to no good. Maybe prison had changed him for the better and him helping out both him and Taeyong was his way of trying to retribute for what he had done to him in the past. People could change, right? 

No, Johnny thought. Fuck that. He wasn’t fucking stupid. He knew that something wasn’t right with Jay and wouldn’t trust him with a gun pointed to his head. He started to gather up all of the food that Taeyong had basically thrown at him, placing it all on his own tray before picking up Taeyong’s discarded one and stacking it underneath his. He walked over to the trash, dumping what was left on his out before placing both back down on the metal cart.

He was going to get to the bottom of this and when he did, Taeyong would realize that he had been right the entire time.



Johnny was frustrating him. 

The second he had gotten released from solitary, it had only seemed like he wanted to start trouble. First, he had started up with Jay and then he had gone in about Jongin. It was too much for Taeyong to handle. He had only just gotten out of segregation himself and still wasn’t in the right headspace. 

Segregation had been terrible for him. He spent a lot of his time by himself in that tiny room, left alone with his own thoughts and worries and boredom —definitely his boredom—and it was easily one of the worst experiences of his life. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about Johnny, about what had happened to him after that guard had taken him out of the room and if he had gotten into more trouble than him. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jongin and the fact that he was there, in that prison with not only him but Johnny too and that thought bothered him for than anything. After revealing to his lawyer that he had only been working by himself for less than a year before everything had blown up in his face, the man had heavily suggested for him to give a name, telling him that the judge would appreciate that and him revealing that he hadn’t worked alone would almost definitely get time off of his sentence. And why wouldn’t he? Jongin deserved to be punished as much as he did. 

During Taeyong’s first week there, after being taken to the shower, a guard made a comment about his body. Taeyong had let out a sarcastic little laugh before turning and spitting directly in the man’s face which then resulted in him being literally kicked to the wet ground, his face mere inches away from a dead roach. After that, each guard that visited his cell made it a point to fuck with him. The worst was when they had burst into the room during the middle of the night and brought a knife up to his throat before using it to slice through his hair. He had cried, fearing for his life, fearing that they would take it a step further and hurt him in a way that he wouldn’t be able to come back from. Fortunately, they had taken pity on him after seeing him curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, sobbing loudly and left, leaving with a flurry of insults.

And then one day, a guard had come in. He wasn’t one that Taeyong had ever seen before. Taeyong flinched at the sight of him, moving away as the man came over and sat next to him on his bed. He was almost certain that the guard was going to do something to him, was going to hurt him, but the man only cleared his throat before telling him that someone was working on getting him out of there. It didn’t take long for Taeyong to realize who. 

Not even a full day later, Taeyong was being told that he was being returned back to general population. He cheered internally, swearing that he would never put himself in a situation where segregation was an option for him for the rest of the time he was in that shitty place. He was pushed back into his cell, where Sangwon lifted his head up from his mat and offered him a small smile, letting him know that he had kept his spot warm for him. Taeyong had smiled back and laid down, curling into the flat excuse of a bed.

That following morning, Taeyong made it a point to find Jay. He spotted him almost as soon as he walked into the cafeteria, seeing him fill up his small plastic cup with water. He walked over, picking up a tray on his way.

“I need you to get Johnny out,” was the first thing that Taeyong said. Jay looked up at him, raising an amused eyebrow at his forwardness. 

“And why would I do that?” Jay questioned, turning to face Taeyong. “I think he’s made it pretty clear that he doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

Taeyong cursed internally to himself. Of course Jay was going to be hesitant about getting Johnny out. Why wouldn’t he? Every single interaction that he had ever had with Johnny was the other either threatening him or roughly telling him to fuck off. Still, that didn’t matter right now. Taeyong wanted Johnny out and with him—no matter how fucking pissed off he was at him for doing something so stupid.

“He’s not asking,” Taeyong pressed, shaking his head. “I am. It’s for me, not him.”

“Kinda sounds like it’s for him,” Jay pointed out, turning and starting to walk over to his table. Taeyong huffed before following after him, picking up an empty water cup on his way. 

“Aren’t you supposed to help me?” Taeyong questioned from behind Jay. “Aren’t we on the same team?”

“We are,” Jay said, glancing over his shoulder to look at Taeyong. “And I did help you.”

Jay arrived at his table and set his tray down, sitting. Taeyong hovered over him, not quite wanting to make himself comfortable in a place he wasn’t familiar with. A couple of the other men at the table glanced up at him but didn’t say anything, greeting Jay quietly, exchanging their own personal handshakes. 

“What the fuck do you want me to do?” Taeyong questioned, ignoring how more of Jay’s men looked up at him at the sound of his voice.

“Appreciate that I got you out of solitary and go to work when you need to,” Jay responded easily, thoroughly frustrating Taeyong. He didn’t understand how the other could claim that he had his back but wouldn’t do this one thing for him. 

“I need him,” Taeyong deadpanned. “If I don’t have him then you don’t have me.”

With that, Jay looked up at him, clearly entertained by Taeyong’s bluntness. For a moment, Taeyong was almost fearful that Jay was going to do something to him for basically threatening him in front of his men. Surprisingly enough, Jay only smiled at him, staring at him for what felt like forever before nodding. 

“Alright,” Jay finally said, turning back around to pick something off of his plate and toss it into his mouth. “Give me until Thursday.”

“Yeah,” Taeyong responded breathlessly, nodding. “That’s fine.” He glanced up at the man sitting across from Jay, noticing how intently he was staring at him. “Thank you, Jay.”

“I don’t like being threatened, Taeyong,” Jay warned, his voice still as pleasant as it had been from the moment Taeyong had walked up to him. “I’m letting you make it this one time.”

Even though Taeyong didn’t like what had been said to him, he nodded again, thankful that Jay had even agreed to begin with. He hesitated for a moment before turning around and walking off, stopping at the front to fill up his water cup and moving on to sit with Sangwon not too far away from where Jay’s table was. Looking up, he could tell that they were talking about something, probably him. He watched them for a moment before picking up his cookie and handing it over to a gleeful Sangwon.

Two days later, Johnny was butting into his and Jay’s conversation about how Jay was in the middle of convincing Warden Lee to let Taeyong keep his job, considering that most people who got thrown into segregation were immediately demoted from whatever position they had been given inside the prison. It frustrated him that Johnny had come over so hostile, especially considering that the only reason he had been able to force himself in between the two of them was because of Jay.

It also frustrated him that Johnny didn’t seem to be all that apologetic about getting himself in a fight. Not only would he had never been sent to solitary if Johnny hadn’t been fighting, but there was also the promise  that the two of them had solidified with each other. How could Johnny try and excuse his behavior when not even an hour before the fight broke out, he had been the same one to silently chastise Taeyong about wanting to talk back to the guard who had been watching over him during his shift. It was bullshit. 

He also didn’t like the way that Johnny had questioned him about Jongin and his part in getting him sent to prison. He had said everything in such a judgmental way, probably forming his own silent opinions about him and what he had done before they had run into each other. Mated or not, Taeyong felt it wasn’t any of Johnny’s business who and what he had been involved with before they met. Plus, he just didn’t want to talk about it. Jongin was an asshole and a coward and didn’t deserve a second of his time, that including him talking about him to another person.

Johnny was fucking smothering him. He had been since the moment he got there and Taeyong was starting to feel suffocated. He didn’t need anyone to fight for him, didn’t need someone other than himself to protect him and that was what Johnny refused to understand. He had survived by himself for almost half a year before Johnny had gotten transferred there. Why did he suddenly thinking that now that he was there, Taeyong suddenly didn’t know right from wrong and how to make it through difficult situations?

Taeyong sighed loudly, pushing yet another book back atop the large bookshelf in front of him. He really did like his job. When he had to stock everything back from what had been given back to the library from the people who made it a point to come down and push it into the makeshift slot themselves, Taeyong was given a certain amount of trust to complete what needed to be done without supervision. Within the next half an hour, a guard—probably the same one as the last time Taeyong had worked—would come and escort him around the prison but until then, Taeyong had time to simply be by himself. It was nice. He hadn’t been able to do that for a long, long while.

He hadn’t been in there long when he heard a noise, causing him to turn around with the book he had still in hand, waiting to see who it could be. His heartbeat picked up a little with the knowledge that it probably wasn’t the guard coming for him, considering that he still had to have twenty –five minutes or so to himself. He contemplated it possibly being Jongin but quickly decided against that. If he and Johnny were going to be given another month in segregation, there would be no reason for Jongin not to have the same punishment. 

He settled upon realizing that it was only Johnny, sighing quietly before turning back around, pushing the book he had been holding back where it belonged. He didn’t feel like talking to Johnny right now and was irritated that he had even come down there during the short amount of time that Taeyong had allotted to himself.

“What do you want?” Taeyong muttered.

“To apologize,” he heard Johnny say, causing him to snort quietly. 

“What, you want me to say that it’s okay so that you can go back to treating me like I’m a fucking child and pry into my life?” Taeyong countered sarcastically, in which Johnny sighed quietly in response to. 

“Yong,” Johnny called and Taeyong hesitated a moment before turning around, leaning his back against the bookshelf behind him. He raised an eyebrow, silently telling Johnny to continue before he lost interest. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Taeyong looked at Johnny for a moment. His gaze lingered down at the mark on his neck, still slightly bruised from where his teeth had sank into Johnny’s sink. It was weird to see. When he had mated with Jongin, it had been so intimate. Taeyong remember the feeling of Jongin’s teeth piercing his skin and the blood spilling down his neck, staining the collar of the shirt that he hadn’t had time to strip out of before Jongin was pinning him to their bed. It had hurt but he had loved it, loved the thought of the fact that the two of them would be together forever with that one bite. He could admit now that he had been painfully stupid back then but the thought still lingered. If Johnny was supposedly his true mate, how come he hadn’t felt that with him? When Johnny had mated him, he had been out of his mind from having recently been fucked within an inch of his life and when he had mated Johnny, it had only because he was one more shuddery breath away from dying. What if Yuta had been wrong? What if they weren’t meant to be together? After all, Yuta wasn’t an expert. He did all of his shit illegally and under the table. Him having come to the wrong conclusion about everything wasn’t unthinkable.

“Taeyong?” Johnny said, effectively snapping Taeyong out of his own head. Taeyong blinked up at him and hummed quietly, taking a breath before forcing himself to nod. 

“It’s whatever,” Taeyong muttered with a small shrug. 

“I feel like you’re only saying that so you don’t have to talk about it anymore,” Johnny responded softly, his voice very clearly uncertain. 

“I am,” Taeyong admitted. Johnny nodded, running a hand through his hair. 

“That’s fine,” Johnny said, moving to where he was standing next to Taeyong, looking over at him. “You mind if I sit in here with you for a little?”

When Johnny had first walked in, Taeyong was weary of the sight of him. He didn’t want to be anywhere by him and most importantly, wanted to be by himself. But now, in that moment, Taeyong couldn’t really bring himself to care.

“I don’t care,” Taeyong said and Johnny hummed, slipping down onto the floor. Taeyong followed suit, kicking his legs out in front of him. 

“Your haircut isn’t all that bad, by the way,” Johnny pointed out, giving Taeyong a small smile. “It’s actually kind of cute. Shows off your ears.”

Taeyong scoffed quietly at that despite the fact that Johnny saying that did help to make him feel a little better. Ever since he had caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror in his cell after being released from segregation, Taeyong had been feeling a bit off. Hearing another person reassure him about something he didn’t really like about himself at the moment really did make a huge difference. 

“You always lie to me about my hair when it’s fucked up,” Taeyong snorted, shaking his head. 

“I’m not lying,” Johnny laughed, reaching over to pull at a piece of it. “It’s cute.” He paused a moment, still softly carding his fingers through Taeyong’s hair. “You’re cute.”

With that, Taeyong looked over at Johnny. They stared at each other for a little while until Taeyong leaned in forward, hesitating for only a second before closing the gap between them, pressing his lips against Johnny’s. 

They kissed like that for awhile, slowly and surely, Taeyong leaned over Johnny’s front. At one point, he slipped his arms around Johnny’s neck, getting more comfortable in the position that they were in. He really had missed kissing Johnny and being able to feel the other’s mouth against his own, moving over his gently was easily the best thing that had happened to him in awhile. 

Johnny moved both hands down to Taeyong’s waist, coercing him to climb into his lap which Taeyong did without hesitating, not breaking away from the kiss for a single second. The embrace deepened the moment that Johnny pushed his tongue into Taeyong’s mouth, licking and nipping at him so softly but with so much dominance that it made Taeyong’s head spin. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning quietly against Johnny’s pouty lips, suddenly surrounded only by Johnny’s familiar fir scent, easily drowning in it.

Johnny went to grab at his ass and Taeyong broke the kiss with a small gasp, letting Johnny’s fingers bruise his sensitive skin underneath his thin jumpsuit. The first wave of slick rolled out of him, Johnny taking notice almost immediately and growling darkly, pulling Taeyong back in for another rough, biting kiss. Taeyong barely reciprocated in the kiss, letting Johnny do all the work as he started to grind down into his lap, feeling Johnny harden slightly underneath him.

“Fuck me,” Taeyong breathed into Johnny’s mouth, so desperate for it that he could literally fucking scream.

“Come on,” Johnny muttered before wrapping both arms around Taeyong’s tiny waist and picking him up, causing Taeyong to gasp loudly.

“Don’t fucking drop me,” Taeyong hissed as Johnny carried him around to the other side of the bookshelf where the both of them would be out of sight if someone happened to walk in.

“Shut up,” Johnny said, letting Taeyong back down onto his feet. “Trust me.”

Taeyong could have rolled his eyes but instead decided to kiss Johnny again, standing up on his tiptoes to reach Johnny’s mouth. He hummed in content the moment that Johnny pushes his tongue into his mouth again, more slick leaking out of his cunt. How annoying, clueless and an overall mess Johnny was, he still knew how to kiss Taeyong in a way that made him feel like the world had stopped spinning.

He whined when Johnny pulled back to start nipping at his neck, sucking dark bruises into his pale skin. Every single second made him feel more and more impatient. Taeyong needed Johnny, more of him than he had right now.

“Alpha,” Taeyong mumbled, gasping quietly when Johnny’s teeth passed over the mark on his neck. “Please.”

“You want Alpha’s cock, sweetheart?” Johnny questioned and Taeyong nodded immediately because yes, he wanted Johnny’s cock so bad that it hurt and didn’t think that he could stand another second without it. Johnny chuckled softly at his eagerness, his breath hot and heavy against Taeyong’s skin. “Let’s get your pants off then, baby.”

Taeyong tingled at Johnny calling him such a sweet name, lifting up to slip out of those thin, ugly pants. His panties are practically sticking to his cunt with how wet he had gotten, skinny little thighs trembling with want. He knew that they probably didn’t have time for Johnny to eat him out but the thought of it was so delicious. Johnny’s tongue was so thick and skillful and he always sucked his clit into his mouth in the most beautiful way, causing Taeyong’s breath to hitch, his stomach flipping.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” Johnny said, pulling Taeyong back onto his lap to reach in between his legs, pressing the fabric of his panties hard against his clit, soaking it in Taeyong’s slick. Taeyong gasped, his hips bucking up into Johnny’s hand, the feeling of him using those ugly fucking panties to circle his clit so, so welcome.

“We— shit —J–John, we don’t have a lot of time,” Taeyong whimpered out, his pussy literally fucking trembling with how much he wanted Johnny’s cock in him.

Johnny hummed but slipped his hand out from between Taeyong’s thighs nonetheless, leaning back to start to slip off his own pants. Taeyong could feel how hard he was underneath him, the full length of Johnny’s cock throbbing against his pussy. He did his best to help Johnny rid himself of the pants, barely letting him pull them over his ass before leaning forward to kiss him again.

“Shit,” Johnny breathed into his mouth when Taeyong took hold of his cock, using the pre–come that had collected on the head to start stroking him, kissing the other frantically as he worked him steadily. “Fuck, Yong.”

“Missed your cock so much,” Taeyong said back, his hand still moving over Johnny’s cock quickly, pussy leaking at all the pretty noises that Johnny couldn’t stop himself from letting out.

Something must snap in Johnny because he’s panting into Taeyong’s mouth for only another second longer before pulling up and pushing Taeyong’s hand away from his cock, easily switching their positions by shoving Taeyong down on the hard floor. Taeyong made a small noise of pain at how rough his head had collided with the floor but couldn’t dwell on it too long, as Johnny had pushed both of his legs open and started to strip him of his panties, tossing them haphazardly behind him.

He whimpered at Johnny took hold of his cock and started to drag it over his wet pussy, flinching as the head caught against his clit, sending a shock of pleasure running up his spine. Johnny grinned at his reaction, soaking his cock in Taeyong’s slick before deliberately smacking the head against his clit, causing Taeyong to gasp noisily. He kept doing that, stimulating the small bud of nerves with the hard drop of his cock, making Taeyong feel like he was going fucking insane with how good it felt.

Right when Taeyong thought that he couldn’t take it anymore, he felt the head of Johnny’s cock push against his hole, pressing against it, stretching the thin skin. He moaned wetly, moving his hips down, so eager to feel Johnny inside of him, filling him up, reshaping him around his thick cock. He opened his mouth to beg, ready to say whatever he needed to say to get Johnny to finally fuck him, only to be cut off by the feeling of Johnny pushing slowly inside of him, stretching him out with each and every inch.

“Oh, fuck,” Johnny groaned, bracing a hand against Taeyong’s stomach. “Forgot how fucking tight you were.”

Taeyong couldn’t say anything in response, moisture drawing to his wide eyes as Johnny finally bottomed out inside of him, filling him so much that Taeyong swore he could feel him in his fucking throat. It was so good, so fucking good, he didn’t know how he had gone this long with Johnny inside of him but knew that he never wanted to wait that long ever again.

He looked down to see Johnny fully sheathed inside of him, his cunt stretched around his cock, all pink and shiny with slick. Johnny leaned down to kiss him, giving Taeyong time to adjust around his cock, slowly rocking his hips into him without pulling out. Taeyong barely kissed back, only panting into Johnny’s mouth, slick practically dripping out of him.

“Please,” Taeyong finally gasped and Johnny pulled back, nodding against his forehead as he inhaled quietly before drawing his hips back, causing Taeyong to whine as he started to pull out of him before slamming back in.

Johnny didn’t waste any time before starting to steadily fuck him, burying his face into Taeyong’s neck to tongue along his bond mark, huffing with each thrust. He fucked him in a way that let Taeyong know that he had missed him, the head of his cock dragging against that spot inside of him, making him go stupid with pleasure. He could hear the sound of his pussy squelching with each thrust, wet and noisy as Johnny fucked his slick back inside of him. 

“So fucking wet for me,” Johnny growled into his ear, causing heat to travel all the way up from Taeyong’s neck to his cheeks. “Such a good little pussy, baby. Love it so fucking much.” Taeyong couldn’t help but clench around Johnny at his words, so fucking turned on by it all. “Shit,” Johnny cursed, pulling up to continue fucking into Taeyong without abandon, loving the way that Taeyong was biting his lip underneath him, his eyebrows drawn together as he tried his best to keep quiet.

“J–Johnny!” Taeyong gasped when Johnny moved a hand down to start toying at his clit the same time that he thrust into him particularly hard, causing him to momentarily forget about the fact that they needed to be quiet.

“Shh,” Johnny chastised him darkly, moving his other hand to press his thumb into Taeyong’s hipbone, undoubtedly bruising it. He was still fucking Taeyong hard, the smack of his hips against the other’s little ass loud and apparent in the otherwise silent room. 

When Taeyong didn’t respond, Johnny moved his hand up to grab at either side of Taeyong’s face, forcing him to look up at him with glassy, unfocused eyes. Taeyong whimpered helplessly, hiccuping when Johnny fucked into him again, chafing his back against the rough carpet underneath him. His pussy was throbbing, clenching and unclenching around Johnny’s length, clit twitching desperately.

“Gotta be quiet, Yongie,” Johnny muttered down at him. “Don’t want a guard to walk in and find you getting fucked stupid like the little slut that you are, huh?”

Taeyong couldn’t help but moan at that, more slick dripping out of him at the thought. He didn’t want to get in trouble but the thought of someone walking in and seeing him being stretched out on Johnny’s cock, probably seeming so tired underneath the Alpha, his face all red and delirious, drool dripping down his chin. His pussy clenched tightly and Johnny groaned, pressing harder against his hip.

“Fuck,” Johnny groaned, gritting his teeth together. “You gonna come, baby? Get Alpha’s cock all dirty the way he likes?” Taeyong nodded eagerly but that must not be the response that Johnny wanted, his fingers pushing deeper into Taeyong’s cheeks, halting the continuous grind of his hips. “Answer me,” he demanded, causing Taeyong to whine impatiently.

“Y–Yeah,” Taeyong breathed, nodding again, feeling so, so relieved when Johnny started to fuck him again, pulling his cock almost the whole way out before slamming it back inside, punching a slutty little noise out of Taeyong with the motion. “Want you to knot me, Alpha, I—I need it, Johnny, please.”

“My pretty little whore,” Johnny muttered, bending down to kiss Taeyong again as his hand let go of his face and traveled back down to his swollen clit, getting his fingers all dirty with Taeyong’s slick before starting to rub his clit in tight circles, fucking him all the while.

The feeling of it was too overwhelming, too much for Taeyong to handle and it couldn’t help it as his body reacted, his legs trying to close around Johnny’s hand, doing his best to force him out. Johnny only huffed before shoving his thighs back open roughly, pushing both knees up against his chest. The position made everything feel so much tighter and Taeyong’s back arched high off the ground, a high–pitched squeal leaving him as Johnny smacked his pussy again, drops of his own slick landing on his thighs.

“Gonna come,” Taeyong warned breathlessly, feeling like he could pass out at any second. Johnny only fucked into him harder, causing Taeyong’s eyes to roll back. “Alpha, I—Alpha, I’m gonna—Gonna come, Johnny, p–please.”

“Let Alpha come first, yeah?” Johnny muttered, still rubbing Taeyong’s clit in small, slow circles. His knot had started to swell inside of Taeyong, stretching him out deliciously. “Let Alpha fill you up, baby. Let Alpha get you all swollen with his come.”

Taeyong nodded, forcing himself to hold out despite how much he wanted to make a mess of himself. He couldn’t stop himself anymore, letting out a breathy little moan each time that Johnny fucked into him, pressing into his clit harder and harder the closer Johnny got to his own orgasm.

“Jesus, Taeyong,” Johnny groaned heavily, his hips starting to slow a little. “I’m so fuckin’ close.” 

“Please,” Taeyong garbled out, his throat thick, like it was lined with cotton.

“Only Alpha can fuck you like this,” Johnny slurred, almost there, his knot catching on Taeyong’s little hole with each small thrust. “Feel so fucking good around me.” 

“Yeah,” Taeyong mewled, so fucking dumb, unable to think of anything coherent to say that was more than one word. The pressure was growing and growing in his stomach, almost too much for him to handle. “Oh, f–fuck , Johnny.”

“Yeah, say my fuckin’ name,” Johnny growled and Taeyong did, breathing out his name again and again and again until Johnny couldn’t stand it anymore, his knot popping, filling Taeyong’s tiny pussy with his come. “Shit.”

It was so fucking amazing, the feeling of Johnny’s cock pumping come into him, filling him up so much that he could feel it in his stomach. He wanted to come so bad, needed to come so fucking badly and luckily, Johnny answered his call, starting to rub his clit harder as he continued to come in him, groaning quietly with every other pulse of his cock.

“Nnh—A–Alpha,” Taeyong hiccuped, shying away from Johnny’s touch again, his clit throbbing relentlessly. Johnny forced him to take it, pushing his knees back open, circling his clit roughly, moving it up and down, making Taeyong feel so, so fucking stupid. “I’m gonna come, Alpha, gonna come, please, please, I’m—!”

With a sharp inhale, Taeyong was clenching hard around Johnny’s cock, his pussy throbbing heavily. Johnny continued to rub his clit through his orgasm, causing him to whine loudly, reaching up to grab at Johnny’s arm that was still steadily working him, hips bucking up against Johnny’s hand until he was squirting, making a mess of both himself and Johnny. Johnny fucked him all the while, only causing the stream of slick to shoot out harder, soaking his arm and his shirt. He kept going until Taeyong couldn’t take it anymore, his body shuddering as he tried to roll over onto his side, whining relentlessly as Johnny rubbed at his raw clit, using a weak hand to try and push him away. One last pathetic stream dribbled out of him before Johnny finally decided to let out, giving his fucked–sore pussy one last slap, cock still pulsing come inside of him.

Taeyong accepted it at Johnny pushed two of his fingers into his mouth, moaning softly at the taste of his own slick. He waited for Johnny to finish off, the steady stream of his cock slowing, whimpering quietly as Johnny rolled his hips into him, pushing his come even further inside him. He blinked up at Johnny, mouth still stuffed with his fingers.

“Christ, you’re so pretty,” Johnny muttered, shaking his head. “Like a fucking dream.”

Taeyong hummed in content at that, letting Johnny slip his fingers out and drag them down his lip, leaving behind a warm stain of his own saliva. He inhaled Johnny’s scent, eyes rolling back a little at how good he smelled on top of him.

Soon enough, Johnny’s knot had gone done enough to safely pull out of Taeyong. Taeyong shines as a cloudy mixture of both his slick and Johnny’s thick come gushed out of his pussy, slowly sinking into the floor underneath him. Johnny groaned, unable to stop himself from pushing the same two fingers that had been in Taeyong’s mouth into his pussy, coercing more of his come to go dribbling out, scraping gently against Taeyong’s soft inner walls.

“Johnny,” Taeyong whined, squirming at the feeling of Johnny’s fingers inside of him, much too sensitive. Johnny clicked his tongue before pulling out, sucking the mixture off of his fingers with a gentle hum. Taeyong’s pussy clenched weakly at the sight of it. 

He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the sound of nearby footsteps. Both him and Johnny shot up, glancing at each other in panic. It was Johnny who sprung into action first, picking up both Taeyong’s panties and loose pants, tossing them over at him.

Taeyong got dressed as quickly as he could, stumbling to his feet. Once up, he looked over at Johnny, noticing what an absolute mess he was. His hair was messy, a blush high on his face, neck lined with sloppy, dark bruises. It was almost funny until Taeyong realized that he probably looked much, much worse.

“Inmate?” a voice called, the voice of the guard who had supervised him last time. “You in here?”

“Y–Yeah!” Taeyong said back shakily, cursing to himself at how unsteady the single word had come out. “I’m almost finished restocking!”

“You were already supposed to be finished before I got here, Lee,” the man groaned, clearly frustrated with Taeyong’s lack of readiness.

Taeyong looked over at Johnny. If the two of them were caught together, there was no telling what would happen. Luckily, him and the guard would be leaving soon if everything went smoothly. All Johnny had to do was keep out of sight long enough for him to coerce the man out of the room.

“Go,” Taeyong mouthed, causing Johnny to frown a little in response. 

“Where?” Johnny said back and Taeyong had to force himself not to groan. They didn’t really have time for Johnny’s stupidity at the moment. 

“Anywhere but fucking here,” Taeyong hissed, pushing Johnny off in the opposite direction. 

He managed to get Johnny on the other side of the bookshelf that they had been standing in front of just as the guard came around the corner. Taeyong pulled a book out and pushed it back in to make it look like he truly had been finishing up right as the man had walked in, turning around once finished with a small, nervous smile on his face. 

The guard stared at him for what felt like forever and for a moment, Taeyong thought that he might have realized what he was trying to pull over on him. Before he could become too worried about it, though, the man was sighing and gesturing for Taeyong to follow after him. 

“Make sure you’re finished by the time I get here next time, inmate,” the man muttered and Taeyong nodded, taking a moment to glance behind him. If he squinted, he could easily see Johnny’s shadow lingering on the other side of the shelf. Due to his lack of response, the guard stopped suddenly and turned around, Taeyong tripping over his own two feet to prevent himself from colliding straight into the other man’s chest. Again, Taeyong thought that he might have figured out, that he was going to confront him about what had happened. “Do you hear me?”

It took Taeyong a moment to realize what the man was talking about but when he did, he nodded once again, forcing out a breathless, “Y–Yeah.”

The guard blinked down at him for only a second longer before continuing on, Taeyong huffing a bit to himself before stumbling to follow after him. 

On his way out with the cart in his grip, Taeyong noticed Johnny peeking his head out on the furthermost side of the bookshelf. He was holding up a book, another one printed in English that Taeyong didn’t recognize. 

“Can I take this?” Johnny mouthed at him and Taeyong hesitated, in genuine awe that Johnny was risking the possibility of them getting caught for a fucking book. Still, he had started to slow and didn’t want the guard to notice.

“I don’t fucking care,” Taeyong said back to him and Johnny grinned in response, moving to tuck the book underneath the waistband of his pants, pulling his shirt down to cover it. 

“Let’s go,” the guard hissed out from in front of him, causing Taeyong to flinch at the sudden sound of his voice echoing throughout the otherwise quiet hallway that he had stepped out into. Taeyong couldn’t help but frown at the man’s tone but obeyed his order regardless, doing his best not to focus on the feeling of Johnny’s come still steadily dripping out of him.

He needed a fucking shower.