Prisoner~Minsung

12

"Jisung, he was just trying to help you." Felix said.

"Yeah and I don't want him to fucking touch me." Jisung shouted.

"Jisung, calm down." Felix mumbled.

Jisung just huffed.

"You need to cut it like this, smacking your knife on the cucumber Wong do much." Minho explained and showed the boy it.

Jisung then correctly cut the cucumber but in an angry way.

"This reminds me of something." He whispered and smacked the cucumber with a wooden spoon.

Minho gulped and walked away.

Jisung glared at the floor but he couldn't help being confused.

If Minho didn't go back here to make his life a living hell, why then?

"Now you will cut the potatoes, the tomatoes and onions." Jeongin instructed.

Jisung obviously struggled again.

Why did they have to peel potatoes? Can't you just squash them and make some kind of rösti?

"I'll help you." Minho mumbled.

"Kill yourself." Jisung gritted through his teeth as he angrily tried to use the peeler.

"Ji-"

"Shut up!" Jisung yelled before his finger slid and he accidentally cut himself.

"Ouch." He whined putting it under cold water.

Jeongin sighed and took the boy out of the room, bringing him to the sick bay.

"It's just a small cut I don't need that."

"Yes you do." The nurse chuckled putting alcahol on it. Jisung hissed in pain.

"It won't hurt for long." The nurse mumbled as she gently wiped it away and put a bandage on it.

"There."

Jisung huffed again and stood up. Jeongin sternly grabbed the boy by his wrist and dragged him to his cell.

"You're going to sit here and think about what you've done."

"I'm not a fucking child-"

"Well you're acting like it so you get treated like one." Jeongin said as he locked the door and left back to the workshop.

He didn't understand why Jisung was suddenly so angry at Minho.

It was problaby just because Minho is a pretty strict person.

Meanwhile Jisung was sulking in his cell. He was angrily fiddling with his blanket, hating the world.

Then he heard footsteps and quickly rolled over to face the wall.

"Jisung?" Minho's familiar voice was heard.

Jisung just ignored him.

"I wanted to let you know I left the jail for a mental treatment. I'm better now. It's okay if you don't trust me." Minho explained.

"Leave me alone." Jisung mumbled.

"I'm sorry but I need to watch you and make sure you don't hurt yourself." Minho sighed.

"Why would you care? Want me to make sure I follow the rules?" Jisung mocked.

"I'm sorry for that too... It was crazy of me to say that." Minho mumbled.

He had turned the camera's and the voice devices off so nobody heard them.

"I'm glad you got what you deserve. But I will never, ever, ever forgive you for what you did to me." Jisung grit through his teeth, finally looking at Minho.

"That's fine, I deserve it." M

Jisung huffed. Did the older expect him to say some shit like 'no you don'tttt uwu'

"Manipulative bitch." J

"No, I mean it." Minho replied.

"I don't care."

Jisung just huffed and closed his eyes.

Minho then randomly left the room and came back.

Jisung flinched when his cell door was opened.

"Get. Out." He gritted through his teeth.

Minho entered anyway. He had something in his hands.

He put the box down before going out of the boy's cell and locking it again.

"What is that? It's definitely a bomb." Jisung protested.

"No, it's a gift." Minho chuckled.

Jisung suspiciously looked at the older and opened it.

Of course Minho had remembered.