Mythical Short Stories - 방탄손연단 PART 3

|> Yoongi <|

|=|Thirsty And Proud|=|NamGi|=|
|=|Vampire|=|

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This plays back in the time where Japan was in WWII. Korean men were taken to become military soldiers for the Japanese army. Korean women taken to be in comfort stations (a place where Japanese soldiers have sex with the women) but I won't write the smut since thqt's not what this is about.

This is nothing against the Japanese readers or Japanese people in general!

I was in history class and this is our subject now and I thought it was interesting to see and then watched an interview of someone who used to be a "comfort woman"

The video of the interview is on top.

In this story, Yoongi is taller than Namjoon. I know shocking.

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Namjoon looks to the ground as he's told. He flinches when the whip strikes his naked back, scarred and bleeding from many other beatings.

He bites his lip and stays quiet. No matter how many times he endures it, he can never get used to the scars, brushing against the fabric of his shirt.

Men in uniform walk by. Some look at Namjoon with pity, others with amusement, some even with sadness. As if they feel bad for him.

Why would they?

Namjoon could have had a life close to theirs if he had listened. But his stupid self had to shout and stand up for himself.

He can feel his warm blood trickle down his back in soft, thick drops, staining his bruised skin.

His body is dirty. Covered in dust, dried mud, blood and scars, blue spots and red marks from where he has been hit.

Thanks to his own disobedience, he gets to listen to the crying women in the comfort stations.

He's not allowed to stay in his dusty dorm. So he sits and waits. After every ten soldiers he's supposed to come in and clean a bit of the left over stuff.

Condoms or left lubricant or blood on the sheets. Sometimes when he had gotten the money for it, he'd bring the girls a bit of bread to eat to regain their strength, or painkillers to feel better.

He's done it in secret many times, thankfully not having been caught.

The rooms weren't closed off at all. From outside of the room you could see people having sex. You could hear them crying, sometimes you could even see a condom being rudely dropped.

Namjoon silently curses at those who do that. Just because he is a man they think he has no trouble picking up a condom, but it's disgusting. Even for a man.

He'd see girls come in for their shifts and give them a bit of bread with water to prepare them for a horrible day or night ahead.

Only from eleven in the evening it was dead silent.

Dinner time had been, and now it was free time for the soldiers.

Comfort women who just got off couldn't even walk properly, some were still bleeding so heavily that Namjoon couldn't like to see them like that.

So now he brings a towel and whenever they bleed too much to leave trails, he politely asks them to straighten up so he can clean the bits of blood off their legs, and when asked to, their thighs.