What Time Forgot | Minsung

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A day passed.

Minhos fever finally broke.

He lay there on the bed waking up from sleeping most of the night and most of the day. Oddly enough he was warm and for a split second, he thought he was home. Thought he was sleeping in his childhood home where things were warm and happy.

However when he opened his eyes, he saw the cement walls and half forgot where he was.

Minho sat up quickly, looking around the cell before he laid eyes on Jisung. He was crouched in the corner, carving into the wall with a small rock. Over and over again the rock scraped against the concrete.

He didn't know what time it was.. didn't know what day it was..

"Jisung..?"

Said boys eyes stayed on the wall as he carved into it.

Minho stood and went closer to Jisung with wobbly feet since he hadn't walked in over twenty four hours.

"Jisung.." Minho said softly with no answer. He didn't notice it before but as he got closer to Jisung the boy sat there mumbling something. Each time the rock scraped the concrete, he said it.

"One hundred eleven.. one hundred eleven.. one hundred eleven.."

Minho gently placed his hand on jisungs shoulder and was immediately turned on and pressed up against the wall.

A small cry came from his lips as he smacked his head on the concrete and hissed as he held the back of it.

"The fuck you want." Jisung gritted out, his eyes glittering with a terrifying emotion as Minho looked between both of them in fear.

"I-..I just.." Minho was abruptly let go and had to steady himself on his feet so he didn't fall.

Jisung crouched back down and began carving into the wall again with those same words on repeat.

Jisung seemed insane.. like insanity was at the brink of taking over his brain.

Perhaps it was though.. during the length of Minhos sleep, Jisung had spent the majority of the time staring at him. Staring at every feature on his face. He watched as the sun set and the moon came out and how different Minhos features looked to him. Jisung had stared for hours and something had shifted inside of him. His eyes hadn't left the others face for a long time. Hadn't even looked back when the doors opened as he loomed over Minho and began tracing every single pretty feature of his with his fingers.

Obsession.

A new obsession with the features on Minhos face.

Before, jisung found himself doing anything and everything to keep his mind occupied. However now that he'd had the chance to see Minho, that all shifted and the obsession was now on him.

"You're a very pretty sleeper.." jisung said as he dropped the rock and looked at Minho who had now moved to sit on the bed.

"What..?"

"I was watching you all night.. you have such a perfect face you know?"

Minho glanced away from Jisung as he adjusted himself on the bed again.

He wondered how long Jisung had watched him.. wondered how long his eyes gazed over him.

"Hope it's not weird but what else am I supposed to do right?" Jisung said and laughed a little as he went and sat in front of Minho on the bed.

"You watched me all night..?" Minho asked, feeling very vulnerable right then and there.

"Yeah.." jisung said and leaned closer to Minhos face as he gently ran his fingers down the soft skin of his cheek, "like this.."