V syndrome (VMIN)

여섯

Shelter

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Upright and raised, the colonel walks between the corridors of the camp, accompanied by the lieutenant, a comeback and not like the previous one. A great victory he drags behind him.
A month has passed since the beginning of the war and things are going in favor of the northerners...

"I admit that Osan's battle was unique, the Soviets kept the promise and China surprised everyone with its arrival,
Mr. Wang is an old friend, and he's standing with us is unforgettable."
This was Namjoon addressing his friend with pride in what they had achieved...

"Yes, ninety percent of the South is under our control, only a few remain. If we continue like this, the whole of Korea will be in our hands soon." Taehyung replied arrogantly.
Namjoon nodded.
"Let's celebrate tonight taehyung, we haven't been drinking for a month. I want to fly with the stars tonight." He patted his friend's back.
"Let's celebrate, why not? We'll drink our victory over the barking
Dogs" V added with a laugh, but his laughter was cut short by the sound of screaming coming from the prison.

"What was that?" Namjoon asked
"It’s the boy" Taehyung muttered, running towards the source, followed by the other, who else knows the rhythm of Jimin’s voice?.

As soon as he reached the cell, his eyes widened from the sight...
Two soldiers hovering over Jimin, one stripping him of his clothes and putting his hand over his mouth to prevent his screams, the other kissing his neck while unzipping his pants, and the little boy struggle trying to free himself from their grip, with muffled screams and tears like a waterfall...

"What's going on here?" The colonel yelled as both soldiers rose away from the boy and bowed in front of V.
And with an unexpected move, Jimin stands up in terror and weakness, running towards the colonel hiding behind him while his trembling hands gripping his uniform from behind...

No one understood what just happened, even Jimin himself didn't realize that he had turned to his enemy for protection.
V froze in place with a featureless face feeling those two trembling little hands clutching his clothes, but after a few moments of silence, he cleared his throat looking at Namjoon who was opening his mouth in astonishment and nodded his head and namjoon was fully understanding what his friend wanted.

"Come with me," he said, extending his hand to Jimin with a warm smile, which the latter grabbed after a slight hesitation.
He got out of the cell, leaving the other with the two soldiers.

"Fuckers!!"
"How dare you touch something forbidden to you!" he roared, frightening the others. He pulled them by their hair with both hands, adding
"Speak before I cut your heads off."
"Forgive us, sir. We have sinned, please. Forgive us." One of them stuttered, and the other added supportively, "Forgive us, sir. We thought he was just a loose prisoner, so we wanted to have a little fun."

If stupidity was a person, it would be this soldier and his reply was a suicide letter.

He let them fall to the ground, then pulled out his gun and shot the head of the last one who spoke, saying
"And you are just a loose soldier who doesn't represent my battalion."
He turned to the other, who was frightened, begging for forgiveness, he hold him by the collar and dragged him out.

Jimin pov

Days pass like eternity here, there is no freedom, no revenge, no rest. The bright side in this miserable situation is that that leader did not bother me for a week. I know that he takes the souls of the poor at this moment... Jerk.