You Are Mine And I Am Yours

Chapter 2: Reflections

**Edited**

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"My name is Jimin, Park Jimin. What's yours?" he gently said.

"Jung Areum, but everyone calls me Ash," she hiccuped before continuing, "How long have you been in here?"

"This compound or room?"

"Both."

"Well, I have been in the compound since I was thirteen. As for this room, I think I have been here for about a couple of months, I'm not too sure because the meals aren't at set times like how they were outside the room," he sighed. "How long have you been here."

"Tomorrow is my third week." Ash sniffled.

"How far along are you?"

"Four weeks and two days." She smiled grimly.

"Okay, so we just need to get you out of here before two months." He calculated.

"Why are you helping me?" She cautiously asked.

"Because someone out there cares about you and wants you home. Someone out there misses you," his eyes filled with tears.

"There has to be someone out there that cares about you," she persisted.

"Only Master cares about me," tears began to roll down his thin cheeks. She crawled over to him and placed her arms around his bony body. He smelt like sweet apples under the grime that covered his body and the rest of the room.

"He doesn't care about you, Jiminie. But I do, and I will make sure that we both get out of here. And when we do, I can promise you that my boys will accept you with open arms," she whispered in his ear.

"Jiminie?" He questioned.

"Well, if we're going to be best friends, you need a nickname," she chuckled.

"Best friends?" He smiled. "Thank you for caring about me, Ash," he sniffled.

"Anytime, bestie," she smiled into his hair.

As they curled up in the corner, Ash took in her surroundings. Contrary to her old cell, this one had a single light bulb hanging in the middle of the room, too high for them to reach. A bucket sat in the opposite corner, probably her new bathroom.

A single tray lay near the door, moldy bread and a silver can were placed on it. The floor was filled with cracks and had sharp chunks of the moonrock sticking up in various spots, there were a few chain hooks on the floor.

Her eyes drifted up to the walls where several silver chains were linked on each wall at various heights. It was the perfect dungeon for a werewolf. The door had no doorknob and there were no windows, similar to her last cell.

Jimin's breathing deepened, signaling that he fell asleep. Ash's heart ached to look at the boy in her arms. His black hair was coated in dust and it stuck to his forehead from the sweat. She realized that he has been in the moonrock room for a very long time.

His body was hot to touch but she dared not to move. His pale dusty cheeks had single tear streaks that went from his eyes down to his neck. His entire body fit on her lap, giving Ash a new definition of small. This boy was nothing but skin and bones, it was a miracle that he was still alive.

She carefully adjusted him as she leaned back on the wall, he turned and clung to her shirt and stuck his face in the crook of her neck, unconsciously scenting her. Ash smiled sadly down at him as she gently ran her fingers through his dirty hair. She fell asleep with her head on his and arms wrapped protectively around his tiny frame.