Mountain Soul PART 1-5 (1/1)

PART 1-5      When he woke up, it was smelling bleach in the cell and night was here. Wrinkling his nose, he moaned his discontent before trying to turn away from the aggressive smell. He must have forgotten about his stab wound though, because the next second he was gasping in pain and freezing in place. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to breathe through his nose but the pain was throbbing through his body and mind. "You want a painkiller ?" He heard and snapped his eyes open."Huh ?" "Painkiller ?" Repeated Lens with a little pill in hand, and Minwoo blinked stupidly. "Here." Grinned the man after stepping closer to the bed to shove pass the shorter man's lips the little pill. "It'll help with the pain." He added, giving some water to Minwoo who swallowed instinctively. It was only after his mind let him know it could be anything but painkillers, and too tired to care, he lay back in bed and tried to relax. From his position, he observed his cellmate near the sink and wondered what he could be doing. Then he wondered why he was taking care of him so much. Then he was confused to where the guy could get all the stuffs he had. First the gauzes, tweezers, disinfectant and now painkillers ? Who the hell was this guy ? But more importantly, why the hell was it reeking bleach ? He already wanted to puke, but with this smell… 　       Lockdown eventually went to an end the next morning, and opening his eyes on a too bright day, Minwoo could still smell this horrible stench of bleach. It was like the whole cell was washed with it, and he hated it. Tensing up when someone touched him, he looked up sharply and saw Lens. Drawing on a breath, he felt the tension leave his body which helped slightly with the ache in his muscles."Let me check the bandage." He heard and turned on the side. "It's good. But we'll have to change it after the morning call." Minwoo nodded curtly and was startled when a guard came barking at them to get their ass out of the cell. Sending a wary glance to Lens, Minwoo stood up and hid the best as possible his pain (which he was good at). Waiting outside the cell, he heard the guard trash it in search of he was not sure what. Maybe weapons, considering what had happened the other day. Suddenly, he worried about the bleach smell and wondered why his cellie was so calm beside him. Was he not worried about the unauthorized items he had in his cell ? At the thought, he stood tensely under the watch of a guard named Willson until the one in the cell eventually came out and announced they could go back in. Confused, Minwoo stepped back in the small room and looked at the mess inside. Glancing up at his cellie, he noticed the controlled rage in his cold blue eyes and opted to keep it low for the time being. Helping Lens tidy up the cell the best he could, he was quickly pushed on his bed by the man eventually doing all the work by himself. Lens seemed in a trance doing so, and Minwoo observed him all the while. The man needed twenty long minutes to get everything back in place, and ten more to get it perfectly lined up. It was strange to watch the man being such a neat freak, and the showers' events felt even more confusing now. The man was a creep, and Minwoo could not understand why he would help him. He guessed he would never have a better answer than 'he was around when it happened'.       When breakfast arrived, Minwoo wanted to stay in bed, but Lens did not leave him much other choice than follow him to the refectory. He needed strength apparently, and even if he could not really argue about it, he hated to be ordered around like this. He was not a kid and could take care of himself perfectly fine -despite what happened- It was just a one time incident he would make sure to never let happen ever again. The food was horrible but he still ate it. He found himself starving and needing this thing they dared to call breakfast, and when their thirty minutes were up, they walked back to the cellblock. Minwoo could feel some looks on him, either because of the white sheet from the other day or what had happened in the showers. He could not tell for sure. But he felt them follow him and burn holes through his head. Which he hated.       After breakfast, there was the morning call, then some free time. Lens took the opportunity to change his bandage and pulled down the sheet. He hated it, but it was the only way to have some privacy, but he promised himself he would never let this sheet down ever again from now on. His wound was fixed and he could take care of it from this point. No need for the sheet again. "It looks good." Commented Lens after taking the old bandage off, and standing near the little desk, Minwoo flinched slightly at the touch on his skin before forcing himself to stay still and wait for his cellie to be done with his medical examination. "Does it hurts ?" He asked, staring up at Minwoo looking straight at the wall in front of him. "Are you done ?" He urged back, impatient to get this white sheet up.Lens observed him for a second before making a new bandage. "Don't strain yourself and you'll be alright." Minwoo nodded and looked over at his cellmate, silently pressing him to get ride of the sheet. Lens grinned and walked to the door to roll up the sheet. "Take it off !" He told him and stared back in the cold blue eyes. "We still need…""I can take care of it myself." He cut off, standing his ground, and watching the shorter man for a spreading second, Lens eventually pulled the sheet off. "I bleached your tank top. It's on your shelf." "Huh ?" He answered, following the man's movements with his eyes. "If you need more painkillers just ask me. I'll get you some." Minwoo blinked and watched as Lens took place at the table where he started to write. He wanted to ask too many things to the man, but questions were not the smartest thing to do in such place, therefore, he just dropped it and went back in bed. He was still feeling tired and in pain, but he did not want to ask for more to his cellie. He was feeling like he had an already too big debt, and he would not add to it. So, he just endured the pain and closed his eyes in hope to get some rest. Strangely enough, if he was crept out around Lens on their first meeting, he found himself safe enough in his presence to let his guard down and sleep a bit while everyone else was wandering around. He had some kind of certitude his cellmate was here to watch his back which was allowing him to relax for a few minutes. If someone had told him that two days ago… He could almost smile at the thought. 　      When yard time arrived, Minwoo just skipped it. He did not want to have anymore trouble, mostly in his condition. So he just lay in bed and rested. Of course, after spending most of his time resting, he was now bored and looking for something to do in his small cell.Spotting Lens' books, he hesitated to take one. He was not the biggest fan of books, but when there was nothing else to do, it was as good as anything else. Licking his lips, he did not want to trigger the man after the little bonding they had through his attack, but still having nothing belonging to him to distract himself with, he dared to take the first book at the very beginning of the line. He presumed it would be easier to put back and pass unnoticed to his cellie. The book was about some magnificence of the ocean, and not really thrilled by the summary, he still began to read it having no better thing to do. The book was poetic and deep, and more than once he had no idea what some words meant, but it still distracted him long enough, and when yard time neared the end, he put the book back at it's place and lined it with the others as perfectly as he could. Looking at it, he wondered how anyone could notice he had touched it, and satisfied with himself, he got himself a cup of water before putting it back at its place. Stiffening, he realized he was behaving exactly like Lens wanted him to, and hating such fact, he glared at the cup and put it somewhere else. Fuck him and his creepy habits. Why should he follow his rules ? Since when there was rules anyway ? Minwoo did not even know when he started worrying so much about Lens' personal space and behavior. As if he could not take the man if he had to. Scoffing, he sat back on his bed just as the yard time end was announced. He waited for the inmates to come back, and when the cell door opened, he watched as his cellie stepped inside and sent him a glance (as always). He did not know if it was out of habit or if he really needed to check on him to be sure he was still there. Where could he go anyway ? Lens was really the creepiest guy he ever met.       The cell was locked for only a second when Minwoo noticed his cellmate standing at the desk in front of his books. He stiffened and wondered if the man had noticed something out of place. Lens was too still and too quiet for his liking, but he did not dare to speak either. Maybe if he was passing unnoticed then Lens would be distracted from his existence. Seeing the man's head move slightly, he was reassured that he spotted the misplaced cup, and as expected, he grabbed it and placed it back at its place. Minwoo was hoping he would forget about the books, but he stared back at it and stood in front of it for an interminable moment. Which freaked him out. What sane person was behaving like that ? Why was he even wondering that when it was clear Lens had something wrong going on with his head. Fuck. I'm thinking nonsense. I need to change my cellmate."You touched my stuffs." He heard and almost flinched. Lens did not look over at him and just kept staring at his books. Minwoo wondered what he was supposed to expect from his cellie, but then his cold blue eyes were in his and petrifying him in place. As always, he refused to look away and hold the man's gaze, despite the chill coursing through his body. "You touched my books." He said in this always same paused, low voice letting nothing out about his emotions. "I was bored. I don't have anything yet, so I thought…" Why was he so nervous and explaining himself like that ? How he hated his cellie. "I put it back in place." He added in growing irritation before staring back in Lens' eyes. "You don't touch my stuffs." He answered with a step closer, and Minwoo was up on his feet the next second. Next chapter will announce a turn in the story ;))I'll try to update soon. Thank you to everyone supporting and enjoying the story, I hope you're having fun =)