My corruption; minsung

7

(UNEDITED)
Jisung sits down on the bed, his mind lost from everything around him. The room was almost empty, it only had a bed, a nightstand, and a tall lamp in one corner of the room. There was also a tall shelve near the closet but it was mostly empty with just paper and a few books.

The boy stood up and walked towards the closet which he opened. There were many hangers with military coats hung on them, on the lower layer, shoes were neatly placed next to each other in a row. Jisung could notice the difference between him and Minho quickly. It was funny how he missed how neatly the bed was folded and how organized everything was.

Jisung walks out of the room and into another room quietly. Nothing took him by surprise after looking at the bedroom, it was almost alike. Only a few pieces of furniture and everything was placed perfectly. The boy sits down on the couch and crosses his arms, there was absolutely nothing to do here. Suddenly the door opens and Minho walks out looking at the boy with a stern look.

"I'm going to town, do you want anything?" Minho asks holding a paper in his hands. Jisung shakes his head before getting distracted by this painting on the wall that he didn't notice. Minho doesn't note this and begins to put his shoes on while holding onto the doorknob.

"...if someone passes by don't open the door, unless it's Chan or Changbin. You should be fine as long as you don't make much sound" Minho comments looking around the room before staring back at Jisung.

Jisung nods his head staying silent before turning his view away from the painting and looking at the general. Minho stares at the boy for a few seconds before he opens the door and walks out shutting the door behind him. The younger boy let out a sigh before looking back at the painting in front of him. He couldn't really figure out what it was but he could point out that there were two human figures in the middle of a blue wave. Was it water?

Jisung breaks his train of thought and looks around the room once again. Everything was so quiet, he could hear this light ringing in his ear. He didn't have his phone or anything of his own. All he could do was stare at a wall and wait until Minho or one of his friends popped up.

Suddenly this rush of sadness came up to him like a little kid was tugging on his shirt for his attention. His brother was still alive? He was left thinking that he would never be able to see him again. He didn't know what to feel but numbness, he wanted to feel angry but relieved at the same time. How could his brother just leave like that for all those years and not bother to contact him even once?

Jisung suddenly gets up and looks at the room Minho had previously come out of. His curiosity side of him was winning a battle with his conscious. The boy opens the door revealing a small room with a desk and chair in the middle. This was a completely polar side compared to the other rooms. Everything was everywhere without proper direction. Papers were laying on the desk like a hot mess, books were scattered on the floor and pens were laying all over. The room was dark except for the desk lamp that lit the room up dimly.

Jisung's fingers trace along the wooden desk until his fingertips touch this slick paper that was under hundreds more. He pulls it out from under the pile of mess and takes it in his hands. It was a picture of him. There was a fine print on the bottom of the paper that spelled out, "notify authorities immediately". He turned the page over and found almost his whole life written down on paper. His address, age, name, gender, family, jobs, height, and weight. Everything about him was one here.

He places the paper down but his eyes catch another paper on the desk, he lifts it and his eyes gleam as they scan the picture of his brother. Also with a sheet of his own information but stapled to it was a death certificate.

What if this was all a lie? What if Hyunjin was actually dead but Minho said otherwise to gain information? He didn't want to trust the general but what else could he do? Minho is the only way out of here.

Just at that moment, Jisung could hear several jets fly past him in the sky. The loud engines could be heard closely. Even if he stepped outside and was seen, he could be killed in a second. He had a fine for his head, he couldn't risk it now. The boy opened one of the drawers and found a gun, his hands shook as they hovered over the handgun. Finally, after a battle with himself, he reached for it and grabbed it, the hard texture of the grip rubbing against his palm.

The boy walks out of the room, his hand tightly holding onto the gun. He couldn't do this, his thoughts started to trail into a far land while his hand held onto the front doorknob. Something inside him was urging him to stop. Jisung dropped the gun on the floor and backed away from the door his hand shaking.

He fell on the couch and started off towards the painting as well. Never has he felt the will to live until now. Knowing that his brother is probably waiting for him on the other side.
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Sorry for not updating. Mental health has been rough but I'm doing my best :)

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