What's left of you | Minsung ✔️

4. The Cabinmate

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4.

Yesterday had ended with a short meeting where the newcomers got a proper introduction of the staff, the meaning and purpose of this whole camp thing, and a quick tour around the area. The area itself wasn't that big. Rather the layout and wide-spread placement of the buildings made it seem as such. And it was heavily fenced, just like any other correctional facility. 

The rest of the day was leisure time. A group of individuals had quickly bonded and by evening they had set up an approved campfire. Usually, Jisung would've used this opportunity to brag with his freestyle-rapping skills. What did prevent him from doing so? Well, after dinner he laid down in his bed to 'rest his eyes for just a bit', only to instantly fall asleep. A bomb could've exploded next to him, Jisung continued to snore, unbothered by anything. 

When Jisung woke up, he felt disoriented and confused, his head ached with pain drawing down the back of his neck. The room was dark. The damp fabric of his shirt stuck to his skin. His eyes were crusty and crumbly, opening them did feel a bit unpleasant. Rubbing the corner of his eyes, Jisung slowly sat up. He still wore yesterday's clothes. Looking around, he noticed the empty bookshelves next to him. A light snoring, kind of deep breathing reached his ear. Then he remembered. His cabinmate was Lee Minho. The guy he was supposed to replace for three weeks, but ultimately made a fool of himself in the whole Clubhouse. A disgusting fool, might I add. A wave of sadness washed over Jisung. 

5:57am 
No new messages. 
35% Battery 

Quickly, Jisung fished out his charger, plugged in his phone, and found his way to the bathroom where he took a much needed hot shower. Nice water pressure, he thought. He took his sweet time. Spinning his head slowly, the circular motions of his hand gave his tensed shoulder muscles a nice massage. He got totally absorbed in the moment. For a while Jisung forgot his current situation. No thoughts of being sent away. Just the hot water, a steamy relaxation. Bliss. 

Frantic knocking on the door snapped him back into the waking reality. 

"Ya! It's occupied!" Jisung shouted. 

"It's been half an hour! I need to pee! Goddammit!" Minho shouted back. 

Rolling his eyes, Jisung washed off the shampoo. He roughly rubbed his hair with a towel, then wrapped it around his waist, and exited the bathroom. Jisung was proud of his body. He didn't mind showing it off sometimes, and that boy named Minho surely needed a visual demonstration of who's boss. 

But Minho simply shoved Jisung to the side and slammed the door shut. He didn't look, not even glanced in Jisung's direction. With a scoff Jisung continued to get ready for the day. 

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The breakfast tasted surprisingly good. White rice with banchan; very tasty side dishes, although the kimchi was a little too spicy, he rarely ate it anyways so that was no loss. Fried eggs, toast, sausages - no way that was normal prison food. Jisung didn't mind though, he shoved down as much as humanly possible. All while ignoring the judgmental stares others gave him. 

"Can I sit with you?" 

Jisung looked up, his mouth packed with rice. Minho stood in front of Jisung, holding a tray. His black hair was still a bit wet from the rushed shower, single strands were covering his b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ face. 

Jisung gulped down the rice. "Yeah, sure..." 

While Minho sat down, Jisung continued chewing, wondering why he had suddenly become so flushed. Should he strike up a conversation? Maybe even apologize to his cabinmate? That would be the decent thing to do, Felix's voice echoed through his mind.