What Time Forgot | Minsung

|20|

"Are you sure about this?" Chan asked Minho.

Every one of the boys were in the same room that Minho had come the first night he arrived at the factory. He was tied up to the chair again and everyone looked at him like he was crazy for trying this again after his recent reaction to it all.

"I'm sure," Minho said confidently.

Jisung felt butterflies in his stomach at how hot Minho looked in that moment. His hair was slightly messy, the brown locks haphazardly swept across his perfect forehead. The black tshirt he was wearing was tight against his muscular frame and the pants withheld nothing from his imagination as they clung to his thick thighs. His arms were a whole other story. The sleeve of his shirt pulled up over his shoulder revealing the arms that could easily take a life in mere minutes.

It made Jisung hot.

The confidence was only the cherry on the cake. How he watched him go from terrified only a few nights before to confident about getting shot to be with them. It made him happy about overcoming his trauma even if they were drunk and he'd probably regret it the next day.

Chan turned with a Glock in his hands and cocked it back. The metal sounding throughout the echoey room.

"Why exactly do I have to be tied up?" Minho asked as he looked at the leader.

"In case you pass out." Chan said simply, "unless you want a scar like Jisung has on his face,"

Minho looked back at Jisung who again held that sick look in his eyes but also a bit of worry. His eyes then gazed to the scar that ran through his eyebrow and up his forehead, stopping just before his hairline.

"He insisted that he stand while we did it even though we wanted him to sit.. but Jisung being Jisung he had this tough boy demeanor about him and wanted to show it. But when we shot him, just over there," Chan motioned to the table on the other side of the room where they kept the gun and bullets for this, "he passed out after a few seconds and smacked his forehead right on the edge of it,"

Minho thought back to when he'd seen jisungs file in the psych ward. The wound had been pretty fresh then, so he must've gotten caught just after it happened.

"I wouldn't have fell if you didn't walk away from me," Jisung said with a soft scoff.

"I was getting you water," seungmin said in his defense, "how was I supposed to know you were just gonna fall face first into the table?"

"True," Jisung said with a shrug and watched Minho as Chan adjusted his shirt again as it had fallen a bit.

"Are we ready?" He asked and everyone nodded, Minho hesitating a small bit before he did.

"Lee Minho," Chan said with a small smile as he stepped closer to the boy in the chair.

"This is your orientation to operation 0325. 0325 is the day that we will be free. The day that civilians gain their rights back from the reform and will be able to live their lives as they please."

Chan pressed the cold metal to the front of Minhos arm.

"Taking this gunshot wound as an oath, a promise to civilians and the reform that you will fight by our side for our rights, our people, and our cause. We demand freedom. Freedom to live our lives how we see fit, to love who we love and to enjoy the gift of life without soldiers breathing down our necks. We demand the right to own property again, the build our homes on land that is within our rights to own and to raise our families. We demand life. To live how we see fit. To become a nation again under governmental rule who will guide us to only be better. To give us a running economy again and to build our country from the ground up."