The chime went off again maybe two hours later. Jisung had been so incredibly bored during that time that he'd resorted to tracing the cracks in the concrete wall and trying to find where they ended. He'd always been good at finding things to occupy himself with, but in a tiny cement room with nothing but a sign, a door, and the robe he'd awoken in (which he'd folded in the corner) was dull. Unimaginably dull.
So when the bell rang, Jisung perked up and eagerly waited for someone to come for him. Across the hall, he saw the girl in the cell opposite him--SL8-GR1248--pressed up against her glass door. Her most striking feature would have to be her dyed-orange hair; it hung around her face in gentle waves. She was also dressed nicely and wearing makeup, but it looked like she'd smeared a bit of crimson lipstick on the door and her own chin. He wondered how that happened.
Wait, she's not wearing any lipstick. Is that--
Just then, thudding footsteps began to shake the floor in perfect unison. One, two, one, two, left, right, left, right--until a line of suit-clad men and women came into view. Two of them stopped at each cell door and brought the beautified guest out into the hall.
A man and a woman, both young-looking and expressionless, led Jisung by his arms. He didn't protest. He didn't say anything, either, remembering the third step on the sign. Do not speak unless spoken to. Jisung really didn't want to cause trouble.
Not all the guests shared his way of thinking, apparently. A loud cry echoed through the hall, followed by a thud, a scream, and a jarring bang. When Jisung looked behind him, all he saw was a body, face-down, and a spreading pool of dark liquid. He felt his stomach churn. The body had bright orange hair.
His escorts didn't stop moving, though, and as they turned a corner, Jisung tried to banish the memory from his mind. They stayed part of the stream of guests and suit-wearing people until they reached yet another hallway, this one marked SL8-AC.
A cold prick pierced the side of Jisung's neck, right below the choker. Startled, he turned around to see the woman holding a syringe. The same thing was happening to the rest of the guests. One by one, they began to collapse into the arms of their guards without a struggle, all the while staying completely silent.
And rather than disrupt the suffocating silence, Jisung let the heaviness take over his limbs. Not two seconds later, he was out cold.
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The Puppeteer; minsung
FanfictionI'm stuck at home and bored as hell, so here I am writing a minsung fic. Jisung gets kidnapped. He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know who took him. He doesn't have an escape plan. After an encounter with someone who knows a little too much...
