♂ BUNK 1 & 2.

@Kim Jongin The red-haired male would smile, a semi-ashamed expression gathering on his face. "Well...I was at a party, and then my boyfriend cheated on me with some , so I set fire to a picture of us in his bathroom, and may or may not have dropped it in a pool of spilled alcohol. However I was so pissed, and under the influence of many things, that I rushed out to go seek revenge before noticing the fire." A grimace crossed Jimin's face, and he chuckled, continuing to do a lazy job of retelling his story. "Funny thing is, I happened across the cheatee, and got into a fight with him. From then on is blurry...two people were trapped in the fire, and the boy I beat up was a minor so...now here I am with 30 years~"

Grinning, Jimin let his back fall onto the bed, a short sigh pushing past his lips. "Though...I was assigned a job here?" He stared upward at the ceiling, in thought. "Why on earth would they give a murderer, and arsonist access to electrical equipment?" He would laugh, his eyes glinting in amusement. he planned to have as much fun here as possible, and in all the ways he could think of. After all, he was young, he was attractive, and he knew how to talk his way into and out of any situation. From what he had seen so far, the place would be a piece of cake compared to his last.

@Ⓘ Park Jimin Shrugging his shoulders, Jongin lets out a soft chuckle. "Well, its as good as it gets. You're blessed if you manage to stay warm at night under these blankets." He had definitely missed his king sized bed back at home, but like the other said, it was good enough that they had beds in the dorms. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jimin." It felt nice to have someone around his age. The older inmates weren't really much of an entertainment.

Leaning back against the wall, Jongin crossed his legs comfortable on his bed. He had an amused smile as the other went on to talk about his previous bunk mates and he made a face. "Well , you're unlucky to have to go through that. You should thank god that you're here now." Shaking his head a little, Jongin chuckled. He likes to poke fun and he doesn't mind anyway. At least he's making friends. "You're , and you like your shoulders being touched. Your first impression's just as bad as mine, red head." Laughing lightly, Jongin grabbed his blanket before draping it over his shoulders, wrapping it around his body. His muscles were feeling a little sore, and he can only hope that it goes away soon enough.

"So, what'd you do to end up here?" The blonde asked, rubbing his palms together underneath the blanket to keep himself warm.

@Kim Jongin Jimin would step away from the locker, his eyes hiding most of his inner emotions. A year in prison and he already knew how to hide it. Sure, he was 21, an adult...that didn't mean he didn't fear the outcomes of jail. In fact, as much as he didn't mind staying in this place, he would like to roam the land he was born on at least once as an adult before he is unable to. Then again, he had 28 more years to go. "Park Jimin is my name..." He looked around, taking in every inch of space they were given, before sitting down on the bed and bouncing a few times. "Damn. You guys have it good here as far as beds go. The last one, I swear was just a sheet over a block of wood."

Jimin scowled at the memory, rubbing his lower back in distaste. "Not to mention my lovely other three bunk mates." He raised his hand and fell back on the bed, holding up one finger. "One of them, was in for murdering two of his Ex-Husbands kids...the other, boys from his own damn church, while the other was just utterly and completely crazy." He stated upward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "They were a...fun...group to be around. Especially since the creepy one was twice my size and loved to touch my shoulders." His lips curve into a small smirk, and he sits up, his jumpsuit slightly ped.

"Though, I wouldn't mind if you liked touching my shoulders. Maybe a little more~" He laughed and placed his hand back down by his rear, holding himself up so he wouldn't fall back onto the bed again. In all honesty he was only playing with the other, his perspective being that since they look to be around the same age, the other was most likely something other than straight, and neither of them were ugly, he could have fun. Ever since around the eighth month of his life in prison, he had...experienced the touch of a lot of men. He wasn't exactly a ...but he liked having benefits.

@Ⓘ Park Jimin Jongin turned instantly at the voice, his eyes wide fearing it was an officer. As soon as he saw it was another inmate, a scoff left his lips and he locked his locker, before getting up to sit on his bed. "That is I, Kim Jongin." The male chuckled before shrugging. "I'd lie, but you saw me anyway so there's no point in denying." He stood up, towering just slightly over the other male and hummed, eyes wandering from head to toe, before landing his gaze into the other's orbs.

Leaning closer so that his voice was clear right by the red head's ear, "You're right, I'm not sure what a pretty little head like you could do, but no one in here likes a snitch, so I wouldn't be too worried." It was true, you wouldn't want to be the one telling the officers what's going on in the prison ground between inmates. They'd give you for it. His lips curved up into a smirk, "Well, now we know what you like, it wouldn't really be a problem." Jongin gave the other a wink and went back to his locker to grab the jumpsuit, putting it on above his grey sweats.

He then smiled, eyeing the other and nodded, "Thanks, appreciate it." Jongin wasn't going to lie, the male standing before him was gorgeous. Thank god, at least it was a sight that he'd enjoy while spending his life rotting in jail. "So I'm guessing you're my bunk mate? They had to shift the other. Went to SHU and probably not coming back. At least I hope not. Imagine sleeping two metres away from the dude who snores the loudest in the dorm." He shook his head, recalling it. "What's your name, pretty face?"

@Kim Jongin Park Jimin shuffled along the hallway, the guard he had been with taken to help hold down some random crazed prisoner. Since Jimin was calm and cooperative he was told to finish the walk to his bunk. He had been transferred to this prison, and honestly he was excited and pissed. Previously, the choice of clothing had been grey, or black...here it was bright orange. Orange was a fine color on the make, however his hair was the same tone and it would clash horrendously. He scowled down at the pile of extra jumpsuits and hygiene accessories, placed in a bad mood.

He had been hoping his bunk mate wasn't a complete psycho, and maybe wouldn't be as ugly as his last one when he turned the corner into the bunk. His eyes immediately land on the back of another prisoner, whom seemed to be searching for something in his locker. See, Jimin wasn't the type to spy, however when the guy pulled out contraband and popped then into his mouth, it perked his interest. The boy pondered over his next words as the male carefully his his stash again, raising one eyebrow and smirking.

"Kim Jongin eh? What a lovely first impression you have." Jimin would wink as the other turned to look at him, moving toward his own locker and tugging it open. He tossed his crap inside and then shut it, glancing at the other. "Now you're probably wondering what I'm going to do. You are just meeting me so you have no idea whether I'm a snitch or a thief or worse, and you probably are thinking about scaring me into submission." Jimin leaned back against his locker, dark gaze on the other. "I mean, I'm a little bit into letting you try, you aren't exactly ugly and I'm pretty damn myself." He smirked again, shrugging. "Eh. Why not, your silly little secret is safe with me."

@Ⓘ Park Jimin Jongin checks the time to see that it's 3 in the afternoon. He's starting to feel cold, but he's sweating. All the energy left in his body had disappeared, and there he was perspiring as he laid on his bed, hidden underneath the blanket. He had to keep himself strong, he still had another two more weeks before the next shipment arrives. Only two pills per day. Two per day, he chanted to himself. He had to wait out, and that means he'll be going cold turkey soon enough.

The temptation was too strong. The blonde haired male forced himself to get out of bed, rushing towards his locker. He opens it up and reaches to the back, feeling for a piece of plastic hidden between his extra jumpsuit and grabs it. Making sure that no one was walking by, he poured out the pills into his hand before tossing them into his mouth. Keeping the rest back in place, Jongin made sure that the officers would not be able to find the contraband. He felt a little better, but his heart dropped to the floor when he hears his name being called.