Prisoner~Minsung

4

"Hey mate, come sit here." Someone said.

Jisung stood up and joined their table.

"It's okay if no one's talking to you, you're in here for murder aren't you?" The man with an Australian accent said.

"Yes."

"I'm in here for murder too. I'm Felix, this is Hyunjin. He's an idol."

"You're an idol?" Jisung curiously asked.

"Yep, I was a solo artist but then I murdered my ex." Hyunjin admitted.

"Who'd you kill?" The third person at the table asked.

"Um..." Jisung mumbled akwardly.

"Don't worry, just say it."

"My mom, dad and brother." Jisung mumbled.

"Damn. Anyways I'm Kim Seungmin and here for the attempted murder on an American officer." Seungmin said.

"That one was a real asshole. He was calling you ching chong and stuff right?" Felix asked.

"Jup." Seungmin replied.

"Well you're always welcome by us, Jisung."

"Thank you." Jisung replied.

"By the way, which officer is assigned to you?" Seungmin asked.

"Lee Minho."

"Damn. A strict one? I'm sorry for you." Felix chuckled.

Jisung frowned.

"Strict? What do you mean?"

"Is he a softie to you?" Hyunjin asked.

"I mean- Yes." Jisung mumbled.

"No way!" Felix gasped.

"Huh-"

"Jisung. It's time for your special art lesson." Minho's deep voice was heard behind him making him flinch.

"O-oh Minho, you scared me." Jisung mumbled.

Minho's lips curled into a soft smile.

"Come on." He chuckled gently grabbing Jisung by his hand.

"What is a special art session?" Jisung curiously asked when Minho led him through hallways.

"Since you had an aggressive outburst you need to calm down. It's basically just finger painting and stuff." Minho explained.

Jisung's smile faded as he thought about what happened yesterday.

He felt Minho's hand gently squeeze his.

"I'll need to supervise you." Minho said.

"So you'll be there?"

"Mhm." Minho hummed. Jisung smiled a little again.

"You're really special, Jisung. You know that right?" Minho said. Jisung shyly smiled back at him.

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Jisung adrubtely opened his eyes when he was picked up.

The boy tried to scream but a hand was pushed against his mouth.

"Shh."

"What's going on?" Jisung yelled but it was muffled.

"Calm down. It's okay. Just let me take care of you, we're getting out of this place." Minho said and the boy fell back asleep.

Minho sighed and sneakily left the building, getting in his car before placing Jisung safely in the back.

He drove off and got out his phone.

"Minho? Is that you dear?" His father's voice was heard.

"Yes dad it's me. I need a favour." Minho replied his eyes glued to the road.

"We'll help you." His mother sweetly replied.

"Prepare a room please. Make everything cute."

"Will do."

Minho thanked them and hung up the call. He looked at Jisung through the rear mirror.

A soft smile appeared on his face.

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Jisung fluttered his eyes open again. He groaned and stretched.

"I had such a weird dream." He mumbled and rolled over in bed.

But then he realised this wasn't the usual bed.

Nor was this his cell.

"What the fuck!" The boy yelled.

"Hm, you woke up." Minho mumbled walking over to the boy.

"Minho? I- What?"

"You're in my mansion." Minho chuckled running his fingers through the boy's hair.

"What?" Jisung repeated.

"I saved you, Jisung. From jail."

"You kidnapped me?" Jisung yelled.

"No. Stop being so loud." Minho groaned.

"If you didn't kidnap me, how'd I get here?"

"Okay I did kinda take you here in my car without letting the chief know."

"WHAT?" Jisung yelled for the third time. He got out of bed.

"I'm going to get you some breakfast." Minho said and left the room.

"I've only known you for a few days, you're nuts!"