My prisoner | minsung

🕊home sick🕊

"He hasn't moved in a week Felix..." chan whispered as he looked in Minho's old room, where Jisung was laid down.

"I know, do you think he'll feel better soon?"

"We can't know for sure..."

Jisung moved a bit in the bed and hugged a pillow, hiding from the world in it, just like he would against Minho's chest.

"Do I show him the letter...?" Chan whispered.

"Won't it make him more sad?"

"I...I'm not sure, it's worth a try" Chan grabbed the enveloppe they had received and put it next to jisung.

"You got a letter from Minho this week...do you want to read it?"

Jisung slowly got up and looked at the letter with hope, not even wasting a second before opening it.

"Jisung,
I knew I would miss you, but I didn't realize how much I needed you until the second I got here. It reeks of bad memories and nightmares in this place where hundreds lost their lives...I'm already sick of it and can't wait to come back home, keep practicing your English and maybe that soon enough you can write me a letter.

I miss you...

Lee Minho"

Jisung finished and let a tear fall on the letter, then seing that something was left in the envelope. He took what was in it and smiled, putting it on his nose. It was a piece of fabric that smelled exactly like Minho, this was the first time the younger smiled in a whole week.

"Hyung..." he fell back in the bed and kept this little piece of fabric with him, rubbing his face on it.

"I Hope he comes back soon..." Felix muttered.

"Me too"

<3

"Shit" Minho held his bleeding leg, wrapping it tightly as explosions where heard in the background. Jin was covering for him, firing at will for anyone who dared step foot in this territory.

He kept cursing under his breath, holding in his pain and focusing on healing first.

He had gotten a bit of a blow on the leg with a bomb he didn't see in time, but he tried to convince himself that it was a small injury. As soon as it was wrapped up he put it away and got up again, shooting ahead.

He signed when it stopped again, this repetition and lack of sleep killing him slowly.

"We're in the clear!" A men yelled.

"Letters are here!" Someone else yelled, starting to end every one their letter. Minho ran to him and took his envelope, rushing over to his tent happily with the letter.

He didn't bother knocking or anything, he just entered it and froze when he saw Jin...with a bra on?

Minho froze and Jin put a shirt on quickly, looking at him with such fear in his eyes.

"YOU HAVE BOO-" Minho tried to yell but he got a shoe in his face.

He...she? She walked towards him and grabbed his collar, pinning him to the floor.

"I'll cut your throat clean off if you dare and tell anyone..." Her voice was so soft and feminine, no wonder she never spoke before.

"I won't! Put the knife down" he muffled the next part, raising his arms in the air .

"What if you try and rape me during my sleep? I know men like you-"

"Oh girl you're fine I like dick..." she waited for a while, looking into his eyes like if she searched for the truth.

"Fine." She dropped him and walked back to her own little corner of the room, wrapping a bandage tightly around her chest area, securing it with a metal piece, but it seemed too loose so she redid it.

"I'm assuming your name isn't Jin..." Minho said, still so confused, staring at her chest a little too hard.

"It's Ryujin..." she said quickly, frustrated that she couldn't get the bandage right.

"Why are you here? It's a suicide mission and if anyone discovers you're a girl they'll-"

"Kill me? Rape me? Sell me out? I know. I'm here for the same reasons you are." She was quick with her answers, clearly smart, so why was she here?

"You're brave..."

"My family called me useless...I'm proving them wrong by bringing back medals of honour"

"You can't bring back shit if you're dead, their are more ways to make your family proud"

"Maybe for a men. But for woman? You can only be a good house wife that listens to everything her man says. I am owned by my father and will be owner by another man if I move out."

"You're not wrong there..." Minho walked over up her and helped her tie it around, not even a question asked.

"You've seen me shirtless..." she spoke calmly.

"And you've seen me change clothes the whole week, I consider us even" he secured it in place and made sure it was good enough to make her look as flat as possible.

"Why not sell me out...? I mean you have every opportunity to fuck me over, so why say nothing?"

"Why would I do that? I'm not a psycho either, I'd rather get you out of this shit hole, trust me"

Ryujin nodded and put her clothes on, adjusting her posture to be as best as possible. She then reached her hand out to Minho and it's the first time he's seen her smile slightly.

"To making it out alive..?"

Minho smiled back and took her hand.

"To making it out alive."