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@Kim Jongin Sungkyung hadn't thought about there being more information involved for her to steal drugs. Now she knows that's not the case. Great. Instructions to follow. This is way she doesn't steal for other people. They give her rules and a time limit. Sungkyung likes to steal on her own time whenever she feels like it. She hardly ever plans to steal something. All her thefts are impulsive. That's why she's here for the next three years. Too many offenses and the misdemeanors racked up to a felony.

The only reason she's agreeing to do this is, because Jongin's her friend. The only one she has in this hellhole and she'll be bored if he gets thrown in maximum security. Then again doing this could get her thrown in as well. At least they'll have each other on the other side of the wall. "Yeah, yeah. I got it. I think. Anyway, I need you to steal a screwdriver for me when you go to shop today. I figured if I need to make an escape or stab someone it'll come in handy." Her voice was just as low as his. "Also, if I get caught stealing your drugs I'm ratting you, so we can suffer together, oppa."

@ᴵ ᴶ Lee Sungkyung Jongin hummed, tilting his head slightly as he listened. "What do you need?" He asked, her request sparking his interest. He could only think so much on what she needed, since Sungkyung had probably stolen everything she needed. "We need to make this quick or I'm going to have my withdrawals, and that means me being thrown into max. And I'm going to make it clear that I don't intend on spending my time here locked up alone and isolated." His words were a hushed whisper, but it was important.

"I'll get you the thing you need, but I'll need you to go to the kitchen when the food stock comes, get them before Peters' there." Officer Peters was the one that's been helping him smuggle drugs in, but they're on a deal that he only gets it when it's time. Strictly no early consumption, and if he runs out, he runs out. "It's hidden in one of the boxes, with a check mark on it. It's coming tomorrow at 9 am." Jongin told her all the details she needed to know, and all that's left was to think of how she was actually going to get it. "You help me, and I'll help you."

@Kim Jongin Sungkyung shot him a look and twisted up . She loved her snickers as much as she loved ers, but they didn't sell those in the commissary. They should, so she could take a handful and have sugar every day. She paused in putting away her snacks when he mentioned stealing drugs. A challenged. She smirked
and continued putting away her stash. She replaced the books, making sure they didn't go all the way back into the shelf and stayed more to the front. There. Now no one will find her food and she was free to come here whenever she wasn't in her cell. One bar in her hand, she turned to face him, grabbing his hand and smiling a little. "Of course, oppa. But I want something in return." She stepped closer to him, staring into his dark eyes with her light brown ones. "A steal for a steal." She whispered.

(Don't worry about it. As long as I have something to work with.)

@ᴵ ᴶ Lee Sungkyung "You need to chill on those damn snickers." His left eyebrow was raised as she emptied out her jumpsuit, but this was normal. The male chuckled before leaning closer, just to make sure that no one heard if they were eavesdropping. "I need you to help me to get a stash of drugs from an officer." Jongin knew that she'd be up for it, and it wasn't a good thing, but she could be considered a professional. That's why she's in here anyway. Folding his arms against his chest, he sighed. "I'm running out. I'd probably die if I have to wait for two more ing weeks."

He had seen how she did things before, and it was impressive. The blonde was positive that the younger would succeed, and he was desperate. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Jongin hummed softly. "You'd help me out, would you?"

( sorry this one's short! )

@Kim Jongin It was like a bad itch. One she couldn't scratch, until she stole something. Anything. No matter how easy it seemed or how challenging. As long as she took something and claimed it hers, then the feeling would go away. Of course the more challenging it is the longer the itch will stave off. For now she was satisfied with doing petty thefts. Right now, she was in the commissary chatting it up with another inmate. She had her eyes on a snickers bar, but she could snatch it until the inmate turned around. She already took care of the officer watching over the room. This wasn't going at planned. Frustrated, she "accidentally" knocked over a large stack of sanitary pads, before apologizing and bending down to help pick them up.

On her way up, she snagged a bar, then another and another for every trip she made with putting the pads back on the shelf. By the end of it, she had seven snickers bar and two bags of chips in her jumpsuit. She wasn't even hungry, but she could save it for a rainy day. She picked up the last pad, then left like she didn't take anything. The inmate nor the officer noticed. Now to hide her snacks. She went to the library, because that's where she stored all her claimed items. No one ever went in there for anything other than ing behind the bookcases, so she figured her things would be safe.

When she walked into the library, she paused to listen for the tell tale , but heard nothing. So she walked toward, jumping slightly when she heard a familiar voice. Jongin. She turned towards him, ping her jumpsuit as she approached him and taking out her items to put on the shelf. "What do you need now, oppa?" She asked as she removed the books and stuck all of her snacks at the back of the shelf other than one snickers bar. She'd eat that one now.

@ᴵ ᴶ Lee Sungkyung Frustration. That was what Jongin felt at that very moment when he realises that he's out of his oxycontin. The clear baggie was almost empty, and his next shipment won't arrive in another two weeks. He could feel himself sweating already just from the thought of going cold turkey. After swallowing his last dose, the blonde disposed the plastic and stepped out of the room at the empty chapel. He was greeted with silence, and only sun rays filled the room through the tinted glass windows. That place was the safest, since no one ever goes to pray there anyway.

Making his way back to the grounds, Jongin felt anxious. If he had suddenly began sweating and having a fever out of no where, they'd surely send him to get tested, and he'll be doomed. Taking drugs had always been risky but he just could not help the satisfaction that he got from taking risks. Being caught means being charged a longer time, and there was a possibility that he'd be sent to max for having contrabands in possession. He'd definitely have to get his hands on the substance, no matter what.

He knows that the officer that always carried in drugs for him had received shipment for another inmate today, and he'd have to take it. He paced around the library as he thought of how to obtain the drugs and he sees a familiar face around the corner. His lips curved into a slight smile as he approached the other, and leaned against the shelf. He checked around him to make sure that there was no one before speaking at a low voice, "Hey, I need your help."