What Time Forgot | Minsung

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Jisung stared out the window of his cell as the glass taunted him saying 'freedom is just beyond your grasp'.

Everything was bad today.

The voices, the feelings, the thoughts.

It was all too far into his being that he couldn't escape it like he usually did. Couldn't run anywhere besides the four corners of his cell.

It was quiet until he heard motion outside of his door, yelling and a cry as someone hit the floor with a thud. Repeated kicking and cries could be heard from the other side of the steel door and jisungs heart kicked up slightly as he didn't know if this was his imagination or not.

Almost as quick as it had started the violence stopped and Jisung just assumed that this was just someone who tried to escape the prison they were in.. was this a prison? He wasn't so sure since he had no idea where he was.

The lock to his room slid to the left with a loud clang of metal and a few beeps. Jisung looked back at the window, his face calm as he kept his eyes there.

The position of the sun told him that it wasn't lunch yet, which was why he was slightly confused as to why they were opening his door. As to why guards were entering his room as he could hear rushed footsteps and something being dropped on the ground.

Jisungs eyes remained out the window until he heard the lock slide shut again.

Counting to ten, Jisung turned and there stood.. a man.

He looked.. odd.

Jisung knew he didn't belong there no doubting.

His hair was a soft brown and slightly disheveled, eyes softer looking than his hair. His build was muscular and his clothes looking clean as if he just got there. His lip was bloody and split and a soft bruise was forming on his right cheek.

He was harmless.

Calm as ever, Jisung turned around and gazed out the window again.

Minho stood there watching him for a moment and waited for him to say something that never came. He said nothing.

"Hello.." Minho said softly and went to sit on the bed. The other boy got up in no time and went to the other side of the room, his gaze still out the window.

"My name is Minho.." he said softly, trying to feel out the boy who was now on the other side of the cell. He wouldn't look away from the window and Minho wondered what he was looking at.

Wondered what was so interesting about the desolate wasteland they lived in. How interesting the abandoned houses in the distance could serve as interesting to him.

Maybe because they were freedom. Maybe because he had been locked up here for who knows how long, Minho didn't know. It had been long enough to allow the scab through his eyebrow to heal itself into a scar.

Minho gazed at the boy he knew as Han Jisung whose face looked so stone cold. It held nothing. Nothing that showed emotion, it was just empty. Like he was nothing but a body without a living soul inside.

Minho didn't know what to say and as he sat there contemplating the cell opened once again and a tray clattered to the ground, food falling on the floor.

"It's lunch time," Minho said as he looked over at Jisung whose eyes were now on the tray.

Minho stood and moved over to the tray before kneeling down and going to pick it up.

A hard kick was delivered to his side and he fell with a groan of pain onto the harsh cement floor.

"This-" Jisung said, eyes dark as he picked up the tray and held it up "is mine. Know your fucking place."

Minho held his aching side as he stayed where he was on the floor, groaning a small bit as it only added to the pain he was in from the guards roughing him up before he came in.

Jisung moved to the other side of the cell and began eating the small remnants of food on the tray as he stared out the window once again.

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Minho never moved from the floor after Jisung kicked him. He did however scoot so his back was against the wall and his knees were to his chest as he looked around the now dark cell.

He hadn't even tried to pick up anything for dinner when the tray was thrown in the room. They'd thrown two this time inside the cell and Jisung took both of them.

Now Minho sat in darkness, the only light was from the moon as it dimly lit their cell around them. It was cold. However Minho had nothing to fight against it as Jisung had the only blankets in the cell. The only things that could even merely keep someone warm.

So there he sat, hungry and cold and wide awake.

Jisung was sleeping, his slow breathing could be heard from across the cell. Minho had a clear shot of the boys face from where he sat and it only reminded him to go over in his head what he was doing here.

He had to find anything out about Jisung he could.

Minhos eyes wandered the cell as he sat there listening to the screams in the hallways. They scanned the small bed frame and underneath it to see if anything was hidden there. They scanned the walls-

The walls.

They were covered in tally marks, which he assumed counted the days Jisung had been here. Minho counted them

One hundred and nine.

That's when he noticed a small carving on the wall, what looked like a few Korean symbols written in fancy loops and a line through it like it was crossed out. It must have taken ages to carve into the cement walls.

Minhos eyes were torn away from the walls when he heard Jisung stir in his sleep. Quietly, he watched as Jisung opened his eyes and began screaming.

The sound was piercing in his ears. High pitched and terrified.

Minho sat there for a moment as he waited for Jisung to stop while listening to his own heavy heartbeat in his ears. To do something other than scream and cry but nothing else happened. Nothing but the screaming.

Blood curdling screaming.

Despite Minhos will to live, he stood after about five minutes of listening to jisungs screaming go raspy.

The soldier made his way over to the younger ever so curious about what he was screaming for. Ever so curious about his behavior...

Minho stood in front of the metal rickety bed frame and watched Jisung for a moment before laying a hand on his shoulder. The boys eyes were cast by the door until he felt the hand on him and immediately moved to Minhos face.

It was only a split second before Jisung threw a punch and then another one, Minho managing to dodge them quickly out of instinct.

"Hey, hey-" Minho tried to soothe and Jisung threw himself at Minho, tackling him to the ground with now wicked eyes. They flickered all around his face as he hovered over him with a sick grin and dark eyes. Minho thought back to the folder that held the photo with jisungs arrest. His eyes were much like this. However the night time made it look way more terrifying. The dim lighting made him look more insane.. more psychotic.

"You just can't fucking know your place huh?" Jisung asked angrily with a laugh and his eyes flickered once again over Minhos face as the other sat there stunned.

Minho parted his lips to speak when Jisung covered his mouth and looked over to the door. It was silent other than Minhos heartbeat that was also terrified of the boy on top of him.

Minho listened to silence as guards, or at least what he thought were guards, passed through the hallways.

Seconds later the building rumbled beneath Minhos back and his eyes grew wide as Jisung looked at him.

"You're lucky.. guards are starting morning rounds." Jisung whispered and climbed off of Minho before moving back to the bed.

There Jisung pulled the blankets over his head and Minho shifted to the corner again, learning that his place was to not help Jisung at all. However he had to figure out a way.