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Jung Hoseok comes back home to Korea with his girlfriend, Amy, after spending 3 years in America. After visiting an ancient sight open to the public, where Amy wanted to learn more of her Korean heritage, Hoseok discovers a more hands...
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Minor trigger warning: very small bit of torture
"Hey stranger, what should I call you now that it's been probably more than 24 hours. Not that you can tell in this hell hole," Jimin called out as he was fiddling with the lock using a spare pin he had clipped on his robe that he'd forgotten about while sewing with his grandmother the other day. Before this whole ordeal happened.
"Uh..."
"There was hesitation," Jimin stated playfully towards the stranger.
"I- yeah... it's Jung," he replied in a small, reluctant voice.
"Just Jung?" Jimim tested. "I get it, I get it. You don't know me. I don't know you."
"Well... yeah... what's yours?"
"Jimin. That's my real name."
"Jimin, huh?" His cell neighbor Jung mused.
Jimin gave him an airy chuckle. "What is it?"
"Just that every Jimin I've ever met has always been... nice."
Jimin smiled to himself. "Yes my name is common. But I try."
"What are you doing with that lock?" Stranger Jung asked as if he didn't know what else to talk about, but still wanted to chat with Jimin.
"I'm going to get us out," Jimin shrugged, but Jung could hardly see it.
"No... get yourself out if you can. Don't waste your time," Jung told him with a commanding, yet defeated voice as if he'd already given up on himself.
"Well I would be losing hope if it weren't for you, stranger Jung. I have to get you out. I made a promise after all."
"Jimin..." he whined at him and his stubbornness.
"Nope! We're getting out together."
"You don't even know me... I could be a murderer for all you know."
"I don't think you are. Not with that voice."
The stranger Jung chuckled to himself. "You're crazy... But I appreciate it."
