My prisoner | minsung

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Their commander and the two boys of opposite teams walked over to a wagon pulled by horses.
Inside were two other men, one of them being Christopher and another one that was blonde.

"They will be accompanying you to your new location, Christopher will be the guard and Felix here will be in charge of translation. He speaks both languages so it'll be easier for communication"

Minho and jisung both got on it, neither of them questioning anything that was going on.

Once they sat down, the cart started moving and they looked at each other.

"Good luck!" The commander yelled, waving to them.

They exchanged a look, but it wasn't like before, it was a sort of agreement that they would both get out of this mess, that they had just escaped together.

They then turned their attention to the two men in front of them.

"I never got the chance to thank you" Christopher began and Felix translated, making Jisung quite shocked.

He said something back and Felix got to it.

"He says it's not a problem" he turned to his colleague and the older looking one smiled at Jisung, Minho raison a brow at this.

"So Christopher...what are you doing in this mess of a war? Ever been on the front line?" He asked knowing damn well he hasn't, he could tell by his eyes, they were still full of life.

"Please just call me Chan, and no I haven't"

"Really now? Ever since the very beginning? It's been about a year you know..."

"I know, but I've got strong connections" chan admitted.

"You're lucky...not a lot of us get such a chance"

"I can see you both haven't..." he looked at their bodies, bandages covering them and this look in their eyes, like if the life had been dragged away, only leaving thirst for blood.

"You could say that, unlike you two, I wasn't born in a rich family" Minho spit out.

"How'd you know?" Felix interfered.

"Trust me. I can tell." Minho sarcastically smile at both of them and reached for some blankets on the side, pulling some on his lap and making sure jisung got his fair share.

"You know...he doesn't look like much of a prisoner" chan commented, referring to Minho literally handing Jisung some soft covers.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You treat him like one of our own..." Felix said, looking at Jisung who was trying so hard not to fall asleep.

"It's manipulation, I'm only messing with him...did you really think I care about him?" Minho scoffed, looking over at Jisung. The way they looked at each other made it less convincing for chan though. They both looked like they wanted to kill each other...but their was something else there. Like a sort of passion that was driving them.

"Minho hyung, bread?" Jisung had quite a thick accent, but he understood him in less than a second, nodding slowly.

"Do you guys have any bread?" They we're both amazed how he just understood his broken English in light speed. What was even more surprising was that Felix was right there, he could have asked him and everything would have been easier...but he asked Minho instead. You could sense this sort of comfort they found in each other.

"Yeah I think we do" chan searched some supply bags and found some, throwing it to Minho who delicately handed it to jisung. The younger one then started to munch on it, filling his cheeks up.