I got a new phone earlier this week and I'M STILL NOT USED TO ITTTTTT

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"You ready to start at your new job?" I smiled cheekily at my friend for a few years.

He shrugged. "It's just a promotion. It'll be nice going from a security guard to a prison guard."

I clapped him on the shoulder and started to walk inside the prison towards his post. "I placed you with my favorite prisoner. He's on Death Row, but he's nice once you get to know him. His last guard, well... let's just say the prisoner often needed to have the blood cleaned off of him."

"Shit man, who would do that to a person?"

I sighed. "Apparently that other guard. Oh, we're just about there." I watched as his eyes observed the cement walls with curiousity.

"Yoongi! How are you today?"

Yoongi yawned inside his cell before he stood up with a grunt. "I mean, bored as always. This cell gets worse by the day." His eyes met the person next to me with a crease in his eyebrows. He immediately went quiet, making me clear my throat.

"Yoongi, this is your new guard. He's replacing Baro. We've been friends for a few years, and I think he'll be much nicer to you. Namjoon, this is Yoongi, prisoner 134340."

Namjoon bent slightly at the waist with a closed-mouth smile. "Lovely to meet you. Is it okay if I call you Yoongi?"

Yoongi eyed the guard warily, tension around his mouth. "Only people I trust can call me that."

I felt my heart clench at that. He trusts me.

"Fair enough. What shall I call you then?"

Without wasting a second, Yoongi respond with a nickname I hadn't known about until now. "Call me Suga."

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Yoongi POV

I rolled over onto my side, groaning in discomfort. This cot never gets anymore comfortable the more often you use it. My chest and throat burned, making me wince as I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry. I coughed from the scratchiness in my throat.

"Suga? You alright in there?" Namjoon's soft voice spoke from next to my cell.

I nodded, watching as his eyebrows furrowed. "Do you want some water?"

I shook my head.

He chuckled and walked closer to me. "Suga, you clearly aren't feeling well, and I can tell that your throat is dry from you clearing it a lot and coughing. I have no problem getting you water if you need some. I'll go grab a cup of water, and you can drink it if you want, or save it for later."

I watched as my new guard walked off. I couldn't help but let a small smile slip past my lips. Namjoon is already proving so easy to manipulate it was almost laughable.

I leaned back against the cement wall my cot was against with a sigh, waiting for Namjoon to come back.

I heard the clicking of heels against the cement before his face reappeared. "Here you go, Suga! I even threw in some ice for you."

You're seriously too kind to me, Namjoon.

I cleared my throat, taking the cup. "Thank you."

Feeling the cold against my hand made my hard shell crack a little, my hand immediately lifting the cup to my parched lips.

I downed the whole cup, swishing the cheap plastic between my fingers and tossing it outside of the cell through the bars.

Namjoon gave me a smile before picking up my mess and disposing of it properly.

He's too nice. I don't deserve nice.

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*shrugs* i had to bring our fearless leader into this story.