idk bro gimme a break

Untitled - 8/12/2021 Minsung

When Jisung opened his eyes, he gasped for air. The ghastly, itchiness and dryness invaded his throat. He felt thirsty. It's been days since he drank water. Ever since they captured him, Jisung was slowly dying behind the bars. No guards nor peasants gave him sympathy, he was left inside the prison in a ditch. He could escape but his body didn't allow him to do so. He was weak, frail and thin. His puffy cheeks deflated as days passed. His body wouldn't be a match with the strong men outside his prison.

He tried crying for help.

But who would help a criminal, a thief who stole what he can?

Jisung laid against the soft haystack. His hands were roughly tied into a knot behind his back. Pale and chapped, Jisung licked his lips, it quenched his thirst a little bit. But it didn't fully satisfy him, he yearned for more.
After days alone in this cage, Jisung learnt nothing. He was too busy feeling the pain in his skin, he barely had a second to organize or reflect on his actions in the past.

He was suffering.

Ever since he got here, they would do the same thing to him over and over until his eyes automatically shuts down; he would find himself inside his cage again. Then, they will come here and hurt him. It's a cycle, a cycle Jisung wanted to break.

But he couldn't

A sudden sound echoed through his ears, he watched two shadows walk closer to him. He did not directly look at them. His pupils remained in the same place; it was his peripheral view that caught glimpse of the figures.
His lips let out a fatigue sigh.
He heard the lock opened.

Two men marched inside his cage, they both grabbed Jisung in his arms, forcing him to stand.

And just like that, Han Jisung was dragged all the way from the prison to the stage. Jisung's head hung low. The guards dropped him on the ground, forcing Jisung to sit uncomfortably. His legs were folded, his hands behind him almost touched the ground, his body was leaning to his right. He was wobbly, the torture was transparent from his current stance.

Jisung slightly hissed after feeling a wound opened near his spine. He jolted his back to ease the pain. His head that weighted tons wasn't helping his balance. Jisung decided to throw his head to the back, sunlight hitting his eyes. It was then, Jisung saw the sky clearly.

The blue unclouded space was narrow, it looked proud, the sun shone in the east without any problems. Tasting something bitter in his tongue, Jisung had an urge to laugh. He felt like the heavens were mocking him.

In such a beautiful, calm day comes Jisung's demise, his death. An irony Jisung never thought of. He always thought he would die in a smug rainy day, the weather pairing the emotions of his family. He at least hoped he would die accidentally in a hailstorm, without anyone knowing. Yet fate had its ways to tease people until death. Instead of granting wishes, it always liked to oppose.

How cruel.

"Han Jisung" Jisung landed his gaze to the man in front.

The man was dressed in a hanbok. With blue mostly occupying the silk, his collars had yellow and red strips. He wore a black hat with red strings on top, a clear indication of his rank. Jisung recognized him as one of the officials, he did not properly learn the ranks in the palace. He lacked knowledge in this field. He knew that. He wasn't blessed with a normal nor rich family. They lived in the outskirts of the kingdom, unbothered by the community inside the walls.

The only time they go in the city was when they needed to steal. Jisung grew up in the scums, since he has talent on stealing, he simply used it for his own good. He needed to survive. To Jisung, stealing was the only way to thrive. Learning about the system was the last thing inside his mind.