Ashes Of A Body

8

They had been there for way too long. He had been counting the hours he estimated that they had been there. 

It was way too long for Jun. He hadn't slept for the time they had been there. His eyes were drooping and his head felt furry. 

Lucky to them they had jeonghan in their team. The boy had escaped after a few hours of messing with the thick rope behind their backs. Immediatelly freeing the other three. 

They had tried kicking the door, picking the lock and running into it to break it. The only thing what they succeeded in was a hurt shoulder from Jihoon and more bleeding fingers from jeonghan. 

Jun was walking in circles, scanning the walls. He didn't want to sit on the cold floor or the crappy couch. He had been sitting on that chair for days now. Atleast, he thought it had been days. There was no way of tracking the time in the basement. 

The irregular visits or their kidnappers weren't helping either. The only thing they brought was a sandwich and the bottle of water. 

Seungkwan sat in silence on the couch. Staring at the chairs lined up. He had been cold ever since his cold water shower. He was curled up into a ball, his knees against his chest en his arms around himself. His shirt still wasnt dry. Around his shoulders sat Jihoons jacket. It wasn't much, but it was something. 

Jun worried about the young boy getting a cold like this. 

Next to Seungkwan sat Jeonghan. His instincts of being the oldest here were kicking in. He was sitting close to the boy, hoping to give him some of his body warmth. 

Jun found it almost painfull to look at Jihoon. The boy had found himself a good place on the floor, all the way in the corner. His face stood determinded, as if he was planning something. His jaw was tightly shut, his eyes fixated on the door. 

''We need to have a plan,'' he eventually said. 

Jun walked back towards the rest. ''We do,'' he said. 

''We could jump them?'' Jeonghan suggested. 

Jun shot a glace at the camera in the corner. The red light blinking intimidating. He had no idea if they could hear them too, but it was better to assume that they did. 

''Bring your voice down,'' he whispered. ''They could also be listening to us you know.'' 

Jihoon shoved on his ass towards Jeonghan and Seungkwan. Jun thought he looked really funny, kinda like a kindergartener. An angry face, and his arms over eachother, it just looked really cute. 

He took a seat next to Jihoon on the floor, so that they could all hear eachother easily. 

''They probably expect us to jump them, they could seriously hurt us,'' Seungkwan whispered. 

''But we can also fight, did you just forget years of experience Jun has in jiujitsu? Or Jeonghan's Taekwondo?'' Jihoon aggressivelly asked. 

''I know that, but I'm just saying that they aren't gods. They are also weak from not eating and drinking and sleeping enough. We can't expect them to protect us either,'' Seungkwan replied just as aggressive as Jihoon. 

''And also,'' he continued. ''We have no garantee that we are all getting out. One of could get seriously hurt. Or we could get seperated. Or someone could die? Do you not see all the shit that could happen? Are you really that stupid?'' 

''It's better than to rot in here and rat the rest out. I'm not really in the mood to be tortured the rest of our pathetic lifes.''

''Hey hey hey,'' Jeonghan said. Putting his hands between the two of them. ''Let's not fight, that's not good for anyone.''