What Time Forgot | Minsung

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They walked all night.

So far that Minho wondered if they even had a destination in mind or if they would try and kill him where nobody would hear.

He was tense, wondering what this would bring and what would come in the next weeks.

He didn't know, all he knew was that this mission was what was important and he was slowly gathering information that would help him when he went back to District #9.

"There it is," Felix said pointing ahead at a shadow of a building in the distance. It was huge, almost looming like evil in darkness. Minho got an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, wondering how all of these other people were if Jisung and Hyunjin were obviously a bit crazy. He wasn't sure about Felix though, he hadn't really placed anything odd about him but he was sure it was there.

"Don't let Chan hyung or Seungmin make you nervous, they're just protective of everything with this operation," jisung said beside him and it was the first words he'd spoken since they began walking.

"Okay," Minho said as they made it to the building and Hyunjin slowly opened the main door.

Upon walking inside, it was like it was an old factory. Old conveyor belts and hooks and everything that you could imagine in a factory was there. It was dirty, not so much that it looked as abandoned as other buildings but it wasn't clean like some floors of the psych ward he was stationed at before.

Two big men walked into the room with guns drawn upon hearing the door open. They were husky, big muscles and cold faces could make water freeze just by looking at it.

"No fucking way!" The smaller of the two said and carelessly dropped his gun on the ground and ran up to Felix and pulled him into a hug tightly.

"You're joking right?" The other said and pulled Hyunjin into the same tight hug after carefully placing his gun in the waistband of his black pants.

"Hyung!" Jisung yelled when the dark clothed boy pulled away from hugging Hyunjin.

"Fucking Jisung," the man said like he wasn't real and pulled him into a hug that was so tight, Minho thought his bones could break any second.

When all the hellos were said and done, eyes were on Minho. Every single one of them in the room were on Minho who stood there like a deer in headlights.

Jisung walked over to him and brushed his hair from his eyes and turned to everyone who didn't know him.

"This beauty, is Minho," Jisung said with a grin and looked at the dark clothed boy who smiled a little and walked up to Minho.

He walked around him, making the younger heart pound in his chest. He had this intimidating aura about him that could make Minho freeze and crack no matter how much training he went through.

"Come then," the man said and pushed Minho from the back who stumbled forwards a bit and looked at everyone else.

"Hey don't touch him!" Jisung called and stalked up to Chan who only held up a hand that seemed to freeze him in place.

"You know the drill, Jisung," was all he said "and I know that you'll be cooperative with it and let us do what we have to do correct?"

Jisung took a step back and looked at Minho, letting out a soft breath before nodding a bit.

"Good," the man said and motioned for the smaller one to follow him "let's go then, Minho,"

•••

Minho was lead to a dark room in which artificial lights were turned on. He looked around, wondering how they had power to this place before his eyes landed on a single chair with ropes.

"Sit, please," the man he now knew was Chan since they'd had introductions on the way up to the third floor.

Minho looked at them with cold eyes, his training kicking into gear with this situation he'd found himself in.

"Don't make us force you," Seungmin said and got up close to Minhos face, "make it easy on us won't you? I don't want Jisung trying to kick my ass later for hurting you more than we have to,"

Minho nodded, letting the situation play out as he had to get as much information as he could. He knew he had to get these men to trust him.

Once he was sat, they tied him to the chair, the ropes tight around him.

"So," seungmin said as he tightened the last rope around his torso, "you were in the ward with Jisung I suppose, correct?"

Minho simply nodded.

"Why was that?"

"I don't know." Minho breathed out, looking around to Chan who seemed to be loading a gun. The soft echo of the bullets entering the clip rang out in the room and he flinched at each one.

"You don't know..?" Seungmin taunted softly and quirked an eyebrow.

"What's your story?" He asked next.

Minho bit at his lips and wracked his brain for something until Chan spoke up.

"I say we just shoot him and get it over with," Chan said and shrugged, "Jisung will kill us if we pry too much,"

Shoot him. Those words echoed in Minhos brain and rattled around to dig up old memories.

"Shoot him?" Seungmin asked with a grin and shrugged, "okay shoot him then,"

'Shoot him' those words echoed in Minhos brain, making him let out a shaky breath as he looked at the floor. It was simply too much. Simply too much old trauma coming up.

"You want me to?" Seungmin asked softly.

'Shoot him or I'll shoot you'

"I can do it this time," Chan said and cocked the gun.

'I'll do it.." Minho whispered and cocked the gun back with a shaky breath

'Don't, please! I have a family- please!' Minho gazed at the man, eyes full of unshed tears as he shakily held the gun in front of the man's face.

"Let's just get it over with then," Seungmin said with a shrug.

'Get it over with, 297' the commander grumbled into his ear and pressed a gun to Minhos side.

The cold of the metal pressed into Minhos arm, and he looked up fearfully, only seeing the commander in front of him.

"Shoot him," Seungmin said with a sick grin

'Shoot him!' The commander screamed loudly

Minhos breaths came out shakily, eyes filling with tears and before he could even think,

He screamed.

He screamed so loudly that the other men stepped away from him with wide eyes.

His screams were blood curdling, piercing as he gasped in and let it all out again.

"I can't! I can't shoot him! I can't- I can't- I can't!" Minho screamed out, leaning forwards against the ropes that did nothing to help the claustrophobia he felt in that very moment. Tears ran down his cheeks as he fought so hard to get out of the threads holding him in place.

"I can't kill him- I can't do it- I didn't mean to kill him! I didn't want to-"