100 | jaeyong [1]

eighteen

TWO DAYS AFTER THE CORONATION

Jisung couldn't help but frown as he flipped the coin onto the surface of the table before him, again and again. The only sound in the entire room was that if the coin as it landed on the metal surface.

All the tables in this place were made of metal. Someone explained why none were wooden yet Jisung can't seem to remember why. Half the time when people are speaking to him, he can't help but tune out.

He missed his brother.

He fell into an almost depressive state within hours of waking up in this strange place. Everyone had strange accents and nothing was even vaguely similar to what he had remembered from the other institute.

His brother's name was the first word which escaped his lips once he opened his eyes. It had felt as though the entire world had been turned upside down when he had learned that he had been moved to the London Institute.

Jisung was never given updates on his brother yet he was able to hear about him briefly on the news which he eavesdropped in on the other day. Apparently his brother had escaped the institute alongside a small handful of other people.

Jisung couldn't help but feel a slight feeling of relief when he saw this as he as expecting for his brother to come and rescue him. Yet at the same time he was concerned as it meant Doyoung and Taeil were after him and those two had always been ruthless.

The young boy is interrupted from his thoughts as he suddenly hears footsteps approaching his room. He has become quite identifying who is on there way simply by the sound of their footsteps.

Yet he doesn't quite recognise this person's movements.

Dropping his coin, he can hear them whistling a tune beneath their breath as their steps begin to creep closer to his door. There's something that's familiar about the tune. Yet Jisung can't quite figure it out.

The stranger's footsteps come to a sudden halt just outside his door. He hears the door handle turning yet the door doesn't open. There is just dead silence as the stranger audibly mutters beneath his breath.

"He should've thought about that before hitting me."

Before Jisung even has a chance to stand, the door to his room is kicked off its hinges. He lets out a whimper as he rushes to stand from his seat, running to the far wall of the room.

The man standing in the doorway isn't too tall as he adorns a completely black outfit, even a black dust mask on his face to keep his identity sealed.

Jisung has no idea who it is.

"Does it speak?" The male before him questions in a sing song tone as he tilts his head to the side.

"Who are you?" Jisung's voice trembles with fear as the dark haired male begins to walk closer.

"That's exciting. I see the newbie didn't screw up and make you a cripple with his little brain surgery" The crazed man chuckles to himself as he stops in his track, at arms distance from the boy.