Prisoner~Minsung

8

Jisung fluttered his eyes open. He still had his clothes on, which made him slightly happy that Chan didn't cross his boundaries.

He got out of bed and changed into the clothes that were in the closet.

The boy got out of the room and walked down the stairs. 

"Chan." The boy called out seeing him in the kitchen.

"Hello Jisung! Do you want pancakes for breakfast?" Chan asked.

"Ofcourse I do." Jisung chuckled.

Chan gave him a plate with pancakes on it and sat down at the table.

He started to eat his pancakes and Jisung ate his.

"I'm sorry about my house. It's much more small compared to my brother's." Chan mumbled.

"No i like it! It's cozy and feels like... Home."

"Well thank you." Chan chuckled.

Jisung smiled back at him.

"I um... I want to tell you something." He said breaking the comfortable silence.

"Oh? Go on."

"Please don't judge me." Jisung whined.

"I won't Jisung. Even if you say you think the earth's flat." Chan cooed.

"Well um... So... I like boys." Jisung mumbled.

"I figured since Minho's a man." Chan chuckled.

"Yes well I- I um like to um..." Jisung mumbled his eyes tearing up because of stress.

"It's okay Jisung, you can tell me."

"I like to crossdress." Jisung quickly said.

Chan smiled.

"Okay. That's cute." He chuckled.

"Really?" Jisung asked smiling shyly.

"Yes, Jisung. I find you adorable." Chan chuckled and started to est his food again.

"You won't hurt me if I wear a skirt or dress. Right?" Jisung asked hesitantly.

"Ofcourse not." Chan replied.

"Also, where do I put my plate?" Jisung asked referring to the empty dish.

"Oh- You put it in the dishwasher." Chan said before standing up and putting both plates and cutlery in the dishwasher.

Jisung akwardly stood there.

"What do you want to do?" Chan asked.

"Maybe we could play a game?"

"Which one."

"You choose." Jisung replied.

Chan smiled and put on mario kart, giving Jisung a remote and him too.

"You have a wii?" Jisung asked.

"Yes. My parents wanted to throw it away but I decided to keep it." Chan said.

Jisung chuckled again as they started playing.

It was a fun way to spend their time. Jisung actually enjoyed it.

Maybe Chan was a genuine good person? Maybe he could trust him.

He needs to move on from Minho anyway.

But after a while he felt sleepy.

"Can I take a nap? I'm tired." Jisung mumbled.

"Sure. Do you know the way back to your room?"

"Mhm."

Jisung walked back to his room and laid down in the bed, not knowing what Chan was doing.

The man sighed in relief before pulling out his phone. He called the jail.

"Hello? I have a criminal that was kidnapped in my house. Han Jisung."

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Jisung adrubtely opened his eyes at the sound of a loud bang.

The door to his bedroom was kicked open.

"Playtime's over, we're going to get you back to prison." An officer said.

Jisung looked at them in shock.

"W-what?"

"I won't tell you twice. Get up."

Jisung quickly got out of bed and stood up.

He was pressed against a wall and his hands were cuffed.

Then the boy was taken downstairs.

"Chan? Chan!" He yelled seeing the older.

"It's just business, Jisung." Chan shrugged.

Jisung looked at him in disbelief as he was dragged out of the building and put in a car.

He watched Chan from the car window before they drove off.