Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 33

How long has it been since he woke?

He couldn't remember if he's had a dreamless sleep. Jimin rubbed his eyes, exhaustion pulling him in and his eyes heavy to open them. He blindly reached for the pillow, pulled it to his chest and buried his face into its soft material. He grinned into the pillow, sighing in content. He would be glad to never this bed again.

But he knew he had to get up. The noise downstairs telling him that he should have been down there already.

He pushed himself up and sat cross-legged on the bed with his head in his hands. He yawned as he rubbed his eyes again. His body didn't ache, and his muscles were not in pain as much anymore. He was getting used to it now – the training. He still couldn't knock Taehyung down, but his body was remembering, even if his mind didn't.

Finally looking up, he took in his surroundings. The room he was given was nice, the furniture simple and the walls painted pale blue. He was comfortable, he admitted despite feeling a sense of guilt. He stood up, leaving his room and into the hallway. His feet softly brushing against the wooden floors. He went down the stairs and straight into the kitchen where he was met with bedhead haired boy.

Taehyung didn't look up from his plate where he sat at the island counter, his eyes hooded by his long-curled bangs. The smell was wonderful, the food was already placed for them. Jimin walked straight for the overhead cabinet and grabbed a glass cup, opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of water. The housemaid appeared from the back room and she bowed her head, greeting him. He bowed his head politely and sat beside Taehyung, who handed him the utensils.

"Good morning, Jimin," Taehyung said.

"Good morning, Taehyung," Jimin replied and ate quietly. He was getting used to this too.

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One thing that stuck with him was how he felt about him. Jimin almost felt guilty, because he knew he cared about Taehyung. The memory and his feelings were so strong, it almost didn't matter that he was forced to be with him. In that memory Taehyung had given him, Jimin knew they were friends before all of this.

Jimin was taking note of his movements, even while they were sparring. He would have to force himself to react before Taehyung hit him because he had a habit to pause and think about the movement. Taehyung's movements were swift and at the same time belligerent. He didn't hold back like he did the first few times, Jimin felt his force each hit he took.

The sand was warm and scratched Jimin, but it was nice under his feet. Today's weather was warm, the sky was clear, and the breeze was cool even though the sun was high above them.

Jimin grunted loudly as he hit the ground. His body stiffened on the impact and he groaned. "You're forgetting the steps," Taehyung muttered. Jimin let out a frustrated exhale, his arms spread out to the sides and his chest rose up and down. The other boy came down and sat beside him, not breathing as heavily as Jimin was. "But better." Jimin's chest hurt where Taehyung had struck him with his weapon. They stayed there for a moment before Jimin heard him stand up. "Again,"

Jimin raised his head and looked up at his opponent. Taehyung's hair covered his eyes, curling with sweat. He said nothing and stood up without complaint.

He bent down and grabbed his weapon. He heard the soft brush of footing, and he spun around immediately and deflected Taehyung's strike. His face inches from his. "Don't turn your back on your opponent."

Jimin nodded.

Instead of continuing, Taehyung dropped the stick and walked away leaving Jimin in the field. He sighed, letting the weapon drop to the floor. Since coming here, Taehyung was quiet. At the facility, he was cocky and had a smart mouth. He sometimes laughed when Jimin fell like he just did; Taehyung would look pleased. Now he didn't laugh or make a snarky remark, he actually complimented him for once just now.