Prisoner~Minsung

11

Jisung woke up to beeping. He was handcuffed to a hospital bed, which he was fine whit, but he needed to know what was going on.

"Jisung? Are you awake?" Jeongin's familiar voice asked.

"Yes. Where am I?" Jisung groaned.

"In the hospital. How did you get those injuries, Jisung?" Jeongin questioned.

"It was nothing." Jisung mumbled.

"Jisung, you need to tell me things." Jeongin sighed.

"I don't understand why people respect you. I obviously am NEVER. EVER. EVER. Going to tell you."

"Jisung. I'm sorry, okay. I just really want you to trust me but whatever I try doesn't help." Jeongin sighed.

"Why would I trust you?"

"Why not?" Jeongin replied.

Jisung quickly looked down, his eyes tearing up.

Jeongin sighed and walked over to him, sitting down next to the boy.

"Get away from me." Jisung said his voice cracking.

"Jisung. What happened to you?" Jeongin asked.

Jisung broke out a sob.

"Can I touch you?" Jeongin asked making Jisung nod.

He pulled the boy in for a hug.

"Shh." He cooed.

"H-he hurt me. He hurt me." Jisung sobbed.

"It's okay, cry it all out." Jeongin comforted.

When Jisung finally stopped crying he told Jeongin everything.

But that it was the Lee Minho though, ofcourse.

"I understand you better now, Jisung. I'm glad we sorted this out." Jeongin said.

"I'm glad too."

"Now, you have a minor concussion and the bruises of when you were beaten up by your kidnapper." Jeongin explained.

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It was now a year later.

Jisung's concussion was gone and so were his bruises.

He was finger painting, just enjoying life.

It helped him with stress and kept him busy.

He LOVED it.

After that they ate lunch.

This jail actually had delicious ass food which never failed to surprise him.

He thought he was fine, that everything was okay now.

But then suddenly.

"Jisung, someone's here to see you. Look who it is!" Jeongin said excitedly leading the boy to the meeting room.

And there stood Lee fucking Minho.

Jisung looked at him in disbelief.

"Jisung." Minho mumbled standing up from the table.

Jisung huffed and shook his head.

"Go fuck yourself." He scoffed before leaving the room.

He actually meant it and he had no regrets.

The boy angrily went back in his cell, hiding under his bed covers.

"Jisung what's going on?"

"Why is he here?" Jisung asked.

"First of all you can't tell someone to commit suicide, second of all he's working here again." Jeongin said.

Jisung felt shivers run down his spine.

"Hey. Jisung~" Jeongin sang gently pulling the blanket away.

Jisung akwardly looked at him.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Jeongin asked.

Jisung shook his head.

"Okay. If you want to, don't be scared. I'm all ears. And also, you have a cooking workshop in 10 minutes."

"A cooking workshop? You're really trusting prisoners with knifes?" Jisung asked.

"It's only our best ones. Basically only our group." Jeongin chuckled.

"So my friends will be there?"

"Yes. And Mr. Lee."

"Do you mean-"

"Lee Minho." Jeongin replied for him.

Jisung looked at Jeongin with wide eyes, visibly uncomfortable.

And before he knew it he was in the cooking workshop.

He could feel Minho watching him. He knew it.

They needed to cut cucumber first.

Jisung was struggling with the knife. It may look like an easy task but he's never used it ever.

But the time with his brother, ofcourse.

"Do you need help?" Minho asked.

Jisung gulped.

Minho tried to gently move Jisung to the side but the younger wasn't having it. 

"Don't fucking touch me."