strawberry shortcake

3. plushie

Minho was losing the track of time as he was sitting alone in the dark room. He was no longer chained and he was no longer in the damp cell. He was given a proper bedroom, but it was almost empty and dark unless someone else came in and turned the lights on. It wasn't as bad as at the start, but he was still kidnapped, lonely and slowly losing himself in the physical and mental pain that went through his whole body and made him almost catatonic.

"Hi! I'm here to give you dinner." Excitement filled Wooyoung bursted into the room, flicking the light on right after he set the tray of food on the floor. "Yunho hyung got upset in the middle of making chicken and went to his room so I had to sneak out one piece from my plate. Here, eat it." Minho raised his eyes up from the place on 'his' bed and gave Wooyoung a suspicious look.

"Why are you so nice to me? If you want to kill me just do it or get me back home." Wooyoung pouted at the words, closing the door behind him and taking the tray into his hands once again.

"Sannie forbid me from talking to you." He sat down on the bed and placed the tray next to Minho.

"But Sannie isn't here right now and I wanna, so I'm going to answer." He giggled, finding the thrill of breaking the rules exciting. He knew he might get punished later, but punishments from San always waited until he was out of his little space so it didn't really bother him.

"Who's Sannie? Is it the psychopath looking lesbian?"

"I.. don't really know who you mean by that.." Wooyoung furrowed, noting to himself to ask Sannie later what that smart word means. "The scary one with the mullet. Smiles like a psychopath, looks done with life. I don't know exactly, they were hiding in the darkness." Minho explained more and just then Wooyoung understood.

"Oh, that's Hongjoong. Our leader." He giggled at the description of his boss and laid down on the bed. This men with big thighs was so much fun.

"It's a man? Damn..."
The last word made Wooyoung alert and he quickly covered his ears. "Don't say that! It's a bad word."

Minho looked at him with an unreadable expression before he spoke again. "You're a grown man, why couldn't I swear?" He scoffed, causing Wooyoung to pout again.

"Because I'm Youngie! Youngie can't hear those words!" He shook his head, sitting up on the bed once again before he pushed the tray closer to the confused looking Minho.
"What's your name again?"

"Jung Wooyoung. Yours?" He asked with a smile, picking up a piece of salad off Minho's plate and plopping it into his mouth.

"Lee Minho."

"Minnie... sounds cute. You look like a cat and you have sexy thighs." Wooyoung stated, making Minho frown. He wasn't allowed to curse, for whatever reason, but marking someone's thighs as sexy obviously wasn't considered inappropriate. To say he was confused was an understatement. He understood nothing and just wished to wake up back in his bed with Yongbok by his side.

"I have a what thighs?" He asked, confused getting a wide smile from the latter.

"Sexy. I don't know exactly what it means, but Yunho hyung said it about Mingi hyung's thighs too. Just once and under his breath, but I heard him... He then cringed at himself and stayed quietly in his room for the rest of the day. It was so funny." Wooyoung giggled at the memory earning a soft smile from the latter.

Minho didn't feel threatened one bit by Wooyoung. If something he was more comfortable and relaxed around him, considering he reminded him so much of his brother at the age of ten or just a bit more.
This man was definitely not ten anymore, so he found his behavior rather confusing and to some level unsettling.