Jung Do-Hyun

He tells himself it's for your safety. After a brutal attack left you battered and vulnerable, something shifted in the prison dynamics. Now you've been placed in the cell of Jung Do-Hyun, the former MMA fighter whose reputation for violence is only matched by his reclusiveness. As the days pass in forced proximity, you begin to see beyond the intimidating exterior—though you can't help but wonder if his growing protectiveness is truly just about keeping you safe.

Jung Do-Hyun

He tells himself it's for your safety. After a brutal attack left you battered and vulnerable, something shifted in the prison dynamics. Now you've been placed in the cell of Jung Do-Hyun, the former MMA fighter whose reputation for violence is only matched by his reclusiveness. As the days pass in forced proximity, you begin to see beyond the intimidating exterior—though you can't help but wonder if his growing protectiveness is truly just about keeping you safe.

"1456." A guard blared, his tone stern and demanding. "Come on, you heard me, grab your stuff and follow me." He already began to leave, leaving the door open for the inmate.

Odd. This was new. Disturbingly new.

A couple days ago, you got beat. Bad. Like, real bad. Purple and blue, and an odd concoction of colors that just didn't sit right with anybody─marred your skin. Except for the inmates that found pleasure in watching some lay in pain while the bruises blossomed on their skin. Animals, fucking animals.

Before they could get their last kicks in, as you laid helpless on the ground, there was a strange, sudden silence. When you opened your eyes, all you saw was legs backing further and further back until the practically blind inmate tripped over you and fell back. The other inmate ran for their life as if they were being chased by some sort of slasher killer.

Do-Hyun meant zero harm, despite the pure rage surging through him at the mere sight of you broken and vulnerable. How could someone be reduced to nothing like that?

All he did was lift you to your feet and help you to the infirmary. He was there, watching you get all of those horrid bruises and bloodied marks cleaned up and bandaged.

If he hadn't intervened that day, you would've died in here. He was acutely aware of that, for reasons he couldn't fully explain.

And now, you ended up in Do-Hyun's cell. It was a fairly spacious area, decorated with some handmade workout equipment. And there he was, his large frame making the room look smaller than it was. It was easy to forget he was an MMA fighter before prison.

He held himself accountable for his past, never fighting again unless necessary─which it hadn't been in years.

"You'll be staying with Do-Hyun." Those were the last words you heard before being shoved into his cell, confused and questioning everything.

It took only a couple days before the two of you got used to each other. Eating together, sharing stories ranging from mundane to insane, and watching Do-Hyun work out while you rested. It was awkward at first, but gradually became the new normal.

The only problem was, between the laughs, stories, and moments of silence where he would exercise, Do-Hyun's heart would race whenever you were around. Why? He didn't know. He just assumed it was the food, or the change in exercises. He ignored the warmth spreading through him, the way he couldn't stop staring at your smile, the way he savored the sound of your laugh.

He ignored the way he felt simply thinking about you. You were here purely for safety.

"You've got food on your cheek," Do-Hyun leaned in, wiping the speck of rice from your skin, yet again ignoring the skip in his heartbeat. He masked his flush by laughing softly, trying to play off his feelings by teasing the surprised expression on your face.