What Time Forgot | Minsung

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There was two days remaining before they went back to the psych ward to steal supplies. It was truly a risky mission but apparently they'd done it before, Minho had heard.

He was worried.

So worried that he'd run into the commander and would have to face the betrayal he felt so strongly in his heart.

Minho was at a loss for what to do. If he didn't go back to the army, he'd most definitely be killed for treason. If he went back, he'd have to leave his friends behind and face it without another word knowing that he was ten thousand percent a joke to the rest of them. Humiliation was prevalent. He'd been so blinded by everything regarding this mission that he failed to realize that he wasn't even ready for it.

Things had been great between he and Jisung. After they had sex two nights ago, everything was perfect. They spent almost every second of everyday together and held affection like they were a couple. Though there was still no label, Minho was good with that.

"We have two days," Chan said as he stood in front of everyone pacing back and forth, "there's been no other word. I'm worried."

"They're gonna strike soon I'm sure," seungmin agreed, "whether that be here or on other civilians."

Chan stopped and looked at all of them and took a breath. His hands were shaking. He was worried he was going to lead them all to oblivion. Scared that all his efforts would only lead to disaster and death.

"We're not going peacefully," Chan said and shook his head a few times as he pondered even more on what they could do. The silence from the other side was painful and stressful.

Seungmin wasn't any better. He wasn't sleeping or eating much. The two of them simply hid away the past few days and planned as much as they could. Though quickly realizing how could you plan warfare? Especially when the enemy could strike at any moment.

"Chan and I decided that it would be less likely we get killed immediately if we fought back equally," seungmin said with a nod.

"Fucking thank you!" Jisung said and stood up from beside Minho.

"Jisung I know you were right," Chan said and gently put a hand on the others shoulder.

"We're gathering as many weapons and ammunition we can find," he assured the younger who let out a soft breath and nodded.

"We aren't sure that it will be enough though," seungmin said softly a few moments later and swallowed harshly, "our supplies are already limited.. so we're planning on stealing some guns and ammo when we break into the psych ward,"

"That's risky as fuck," Minho said and shook his head. All eyes turned to him and he sat back against the couch and sighed.

"What better ideas do you have then, min?"

"I don't know, that's the thing. It's unfair on our side, we have nothing and they have everything," Minho said and swallowed harshly as he avoided eye contact with everyone.

The room was silent for a moment as everyone pondered what they could do. Chan was pacing again and seungmin seemed to be deep in thought.

The silence in the room wasn't as silent as everyone thought as Minho looked up.

He was the first to notice as he'd heard that sound so often in the army.

Engines.

Though forbidden, the army used a lot of gas powered equipment per the commanders demands.

Minho stood quickly and everyone looked at him confused before the sound got louder.

"Put out the fires," Minho said quickly.

"What's going on?" Jisung asked in a panic as he ran after Minho who entered the kitchen area and put out the wood stove.

Everyone else moved and began hiding everything that was considered paraphernalia.

They were all panicked but it was a quiet panic because they knew any sound could be detrimental to their lives.

Once everything was put away, they waited as Chan loaded guns and began passing them around quickly.

Minho took the gun from Chans hand, the all too familiar feeling made him sick.

They waited for what seemed like hours before they heard planes flying overhead. The droning engines growing loud as they flew directly overhead.

It was about another thirty seconds before they heard a soft whistling from the sky.

"They're dropping bombs," Chan said and set down his gun and ran to the door.

"Chan!" Minho yelled and ran up to him as fast as he could. He slammed the door shut that he had opened a small crack.

"there's nothing you can do!" Minho yelled at him and tried to get him to think rationally.

"I have to go!" Chan yelled back at Minho who was blocking the door, "those are my people! I can't just leave them for dead Minho!"

A loud and deafening noise was heard a few seconds later. An explosion. And as if the sound wasn't bad enough, the building shook heavily along with it.

The mirror in the kitchen crashed to the ground and the metal door behind Minhos back shook violently with the shock waves of the bomb.

Seconds later, everything was silent. The engines grew quieter as the planes flew away and into the distance.

"They're already dead," Chan said and rubbed his hand over his face harshly "fuck,"

Chan walked away and dragged seungmin with him as he freaked out. His voice carried into the old factory as he made it into their planning room and closed the door behind them.

Jisung watched Minho from afar. His eyes narrowing slightly as he did. He wondered how he recognized the sound before any of them did. How he had realized they were coming before they even did. Perhaps he just had good hearing but not just anyone could recognize sounds of war.

Slowly, Jisung retreated upstairs and went to his own room where he laid on his bed.

The voices were bad that day. Even in Minhos room he heard them so clearly screaming at him. They hadn't been bad since the asylum but they were back and worse than ever now.

Jisung supposed that it could be because of the stress they'd been under but he could never be sure.

All he could hope for was that they left sooner rather than later.