Status: COMPLETED [REWRITTEN OCT 2024]
Rating: 14+ (due to mildly suggestive scenes)
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Published: January 11, 2019 Rewritten: September 4, 2024
Word count: 2,080
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Silence. Silence that was punctuated by the barely-audible ticking of the clock on the wall and the occasional turning of a page in the magazine balanced in your hand. The article you'd been skimming about the latest skincare had been occupying your time for the last five minutes or so, your legs outstretched, feet propped on the desk in front of you. You were somewhat invested in the article, reading some of the benefits of using vitamin C when that all too familiar voice from the cell not far behind you rang out in the relatively small room.
"Hey, officer. I'm bored." The man whined, squishing his face against the metal bars. You gave him no response, choosing not to feed into his behavior that day. "Didn't you hear me?" "I did." You flipped the page. "It's called ignoring someone." He huffed and you knew without looking that he was pouting like a child. "Can't you give me something to do?" "Alright. I'll give you something to do. How about... shutting up?" This time, you pulled your feet off the desk and spun to face the prisoner. "You're no fun." He frowned.
His name was Park Jimin. The guys at the station brought him in a few days ago for too many speeding tickets and he's taken quite a liking to you, bothering you constantly throughout your shift. The bad news is, you work at a small city jail that holds prisoners who have short sentences for minor crimes, so you're stuck with him until his 90 days are up. That's three long months.
"What was your name again?" "I never gave it." "I heard one of your workers refer to you as Officer L/n. Is that right?" You were immediately irritated that he remembered that, silently cursing his memory. "I don't wanna refer to you as Officer L/n. What's your first name?" "Why should I tell you?" You retorted in a monotone manner. "So I know what to call you." "You can call me officer." You told him firmly, taking a sip of your coffee. "Fine. Have it your way."
For the next two weeks, he annoyed the life out of you, always testing your patience and grinding your gears on a daily basis. It got to a point where you dreaded going to work because you had to deal with his antics.
