Mountain Soul PART 5-2 (1/1)

PART 5-2      Expecting was the worst. Not knowing when the attack would happen was nerve wrecking, and after settling down in this cell making his skin crawl under BK's scrutinizing eyes, Minwoo was now sitting on the bottom bunk with his back pressed against the cold cement and his muscles tensed as ever.There was no way he could relax with such cellmate, and he couldn't believe he hadn't seen this coming. What an idiot he was. He should have know something like that was in preparation. Why would they leave him alone for the past four days if not to lash out at him full force ?He did his possible to keep a straight face (even if the rage shined in his eyes) and did a rather good job, but inside it was a volcano. His emotions were going wild and his mind was racing like crazy. He was in this cell for only fifteen minutes and he was already feeling like losing it.How was he supposed to live with someone like BK ? Should he expect the worst ? Should he expect an attack at random times ? What should he do ? Could he only move and adventure himself to the sink or toilet ? For now he knew the answer was no and the bed he was sitting on was the safest place.At least from here BK couldn't see him nor bother him -and if he was moving or coming at him he could see it from miles away.No, sitting on his bed was the best place ever in this cell and what would be great was if he could relax slightly. His neck was starting to hurt and his fingers turning white so much he squeezed them. He couldn't help it though and every single noise was making him stiffen even more in apprehension.If only he had something to defend himself. A shank was impossible in his situation and he knew it, but a razor blade or something like that would have been great -if only to appease his racing mind and hammering heart.      It was only good for him breakfast arrived a few minutes later. He could have ran out of this cell when it opened, but instead he stayed screwed on his bed waiting for his cellmate to go out first. The man seemed to take forever to move, and he presumed he was maybe waiting for the same thing as him. Such thought made his stomach churn, and when the bunk eventually creaked he tensed up even more and held his breath.BK jumped down his bed and flashed him a grin. Minwoo felt this impulse to jump at the man's throat to break every fucking teeth of his and bones to smear his damn annoying face with blood. This violent urge was almost uncontrollable, but he still managed to keep it together and followed out of the cell not long after BK.He tried to stand as far as possible from the other man, but there was nowhere to go and in the end he stood too close to BK for his liking. He didn't let his emotions show, but he almost couldn't restrain himself from attacking Johnson passing by them with a fucking smirk on his despicable face.These bastards were enjoying the situation and he hated them for playing like that with him. Mostly when they were assured to win in the end. If he wasn't losing it with BK the guy would fuck him, and if he was answering to these violent urges chewing at his stomach the guards would be the one to fuck him up.All in all, he was losing and it was driving him crazy.

No one talked to him at the table but he would have rather talk with them than feel their fucking concerned looks on him. It made him boil and tighten his grip on his forks and stab furiously his food. He wasn't hungry but it felt somewhat appeasing to assault the piece of meat on his plate. It was like stabbing this fucking BK and these damn assholes. If only he could do it for real...The thought sent a wave of delight up to his brain, but it was soon gone when he heard BK bark a maddening laugh getting on his nerves way too much.This situation was making him feel like a fool. As if these bastards were having a good laugh out of him and he sincerely hated it.“You're gonna eat your cake ?” He heard and snapped his head up to glare murderously at Dongwan.He didn't mean to vent his anger on the other man, but it wasn't the right moment to talk to him and Dongwan seemed to know it -which didn't stop him from asking for his damn cake.A thick silence fell at their table, but Dongwan never lost his smile and waited expectantly for his answer. After a minute, he was more tired than angry, and sighing he nodded, handed his cake to his friend (or more specifically threw it at him) and resumed his stabbing of his food. He was less virulent in doing so and all he wanted now was some rest.He should stay alert though, and rubbing his eyes with his fingers, he drank some water and observed from the corner of his eyes his surroundings.He hated the fact Martins and his pals were still watching him, waiting for his mistake, and this only made him want to endure the situation. He wanted to annoy them and do the exact opposite of what they wanted, but then... there was BK, and if he wasn't losing it like the guards wanted, the guy would be the one to fuck him, and these assholes would like it as much as having him in confinement.All this was giving him a headache, and suddenly he regretted not staying with the crazies. At least there (even if depressingly alone) he was at peace. Drugged maybe, but he couldn't help wonder if this wasn't better than what was happening now.The answer came quickly and his inner self screamed a loud 'no' at him. Be it in the psych ward or in genpop, he was undergoing a great amount of stress and torment and he was starting to get so tired of it.

When he was out of his cell, time seemed to fly by too quickly, but when he found himself locked up with BK, hours dragged by painfully. He was still on his bed, trying to not look too worried while BK was doing his routine in this cell he was used to.So he observed the man warily as he moved around, got some water, took a pee, washed his hands, sat at the desk, got bored and plumped on the top bunk with a magazine in hand before feeling like moving again and jumping down the bed for some push ups.Minwoo hated how close such exercise forced them to be, and he couldn't help hate the guy for using the side of his bed for his push ups. As if he couldn't use the floor. He was almost certain it was to get on his nerves, and it worked. It fucking worked that he couldn't stay on his bed anymore and moved from it to take a pee.Doing something so simple made him overly anxious, and listening to his cellmate, he tried to pee as quickly as possible. He was feeling vulnerable at such moment and he had no idea how he would manage any more days in this cell. He was already feeling so close to the breaking point, but this desire to fuck with the guards was strong enough to give him the strength to resist.BK was now doing sit ups, and washing his hands at the sink Minwoo never lost sight of the man and observed him through the mirror. He was expecting an attack at any moment, but it seemed to never come. It was maddening to just wait and ignore when shit would fall on him, and the hours spent in the cell scratched always more at his nerves.      Most of his time was spent sitting on his bed observing and listening as BK lived casually as if nothing was wrong -which was certainly the case in the man's case. He hated the guy for that and he hated even more the fact the man was having so much fun messing like that with him.He didn't need to hear it out loud to know the man was enjoying the situation, and this glint in his eyes was enough to make him boil in rage. He so fucking wanted to punch this smug look off this bastard's face, but he couldn't -and he wasn't sure he ever had such self control before.He should be proud. He was maybe proud -would be later certainly, but at the right moment it only fueled this anger inside him morphing into pure rage and hatred. All he wanted was to put to a stop all this bullshit, but he couldn't and it was making him insane.      Night arrived slowly, and even then he couldn't relax. He waited for the long hours to tick by, laying on the bed with an arm under his head and his muscles tensed as ever. He was ready to move if any threat was coming his way, and such awareness felt exhausting. Thinking he was already tired...The next morning brought nothing different, and he wasn't sure anymore what to expect. He had never tagged BK as such a self controlled bastard, and he had expected the man to jump on him at the first opportunity -which he didn't do. So he wasn't sure what to expect now and it stressed him. He liked to be prepared and aware, which he wasn't since the psych ward.At least when the guards and BK were openly messing with him he knew what to expect and how to deal with it. Here he had no clue to what would happen and it was so freaking annoying -and frightening, but he would never admit this out loud.

**      Dongwan wasn't a smoker and didn't really like to breathe in smoke, but Minwoo found him at his side under the stairs. He didn't know what the man could want, but he decided to ignore him to just enjoy his cigarette time.“Everything okay ?” Asked Dongwan and Minwoo tensed up before glaring up at his friend.“Why do you ask ?” He shot back lowly, and the other man smiled softly.“You look like shit.”Minwoo scoffed and pulled on his cancer stick. Dongwan always had the words to either crack him up or rub him the wrong way -and he wasn't sure he liked how the other man had to speak his mind without thinking first. It was for sure annoying at first, but now... he wasn't sure anymore.Dongwan was such a chatty box that he would get on anyone's nerves, so if said anyone was already having a bad day -it was like asking to be punched, and Minwoo was still contemplating if Dongwan was actually waiting for that or if he was just too ignorant for his own good. He used to hate how naive his friend could be, mostly at the counseling sessions, and... shit ! He just remembered tomorrow was the group gathering and he wasn't sure he wanted to go. Eric would notice right away he wasn't alright and he didn't want to deal with any concern right now. Dongwan's one was already getting on his nerves and he didn't want to lose it with the counselor.“You can tell me, you know.”“Tell you what ?” He answered, snapping out of his thoughts to stare at the other man with furrowed brows.“Anything.” Smiled back Dongwan, and Minwoo couldn't help feel freaked.“Huh ?” Taking a step on the side, he blinked at the smiling man and tried to figure if he was being serious or just messing around. “The hell you're talking about ?” He snickered back with a push of Dongwan's shoulder, and walking passed his friend he threw the butt of his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.Dongwan didn't answer anything and watched him walk away with this unchanging damn smile on his face. At times he liked it, but at others it made him feel like punching his friend in the face -which shouldn't be right, but the mental image felt good.

He never realized that strongly up to this point how many times they were spending locked up in their cell. He never liked it, but he had got used to it in someway and could deal spending so many hours with Luis. The kid was nice and good at shutting up when he should.But now he was trapped with a man who would jump on him at any opportunity, every damn minutes were feeling like hours and pulling always more on his nerves. He was so tensed ever since he had ended up with BK that any slight stimulation was sending him on alert and leaving him ready to lash out.Andy had almost suffered such wild reaction, and the younger man would certainly never come up to him from behind like that ever again. Not that Andy had sneaked on him, but the guy was damn quiet and Minwoo had only noticed him when he was too close in his back. He couldn't help regret almost punching the guy in the face, but he regretted even more such instinctive reaction bringing this concerned look in his friend's eyes.He didn't waste time around Andy to know how much worried he was and just walked off to some table to play poker, but he was almost certain atop from Dongwan Andy had hopped on the concerned wagon. As if he needed that. Another person worrying about him. One was already too much, so two... he wasn't even sure to know how to deal with it.      BK was up on his bunk for the past two hours, and Minwoo couldn't help wonder what the damn bastard could be doing up there so quietly. He never minded silence, but here it got him anxious and wary. He wasn't sure why, considering the previous night was roughly the same -excepted BK was a lot more active around the cell until going to sleep.So he listened as he laid in bed, still ready for any attack. His eyes were opened on the darkness, staring at the bed-spring above him and watching it closely expecting to see it move at any time -which would be his warning alarm for a probable attack.“Tell me boy !” He heard suddenly and tensed up furiously. A mix of dread and pure rage washed over him, but gritting his teeth tighter he kept quiet and listened. “How was it the first time ?”What the hell ? He couldn't believe what he was hearing and didn't want to believe what the words meant -but there was no doubt, and having such topic thrown at him like that made him freeze in place. He could feel his throat tightening and bile rising up his esophagus. He was feeling so sick suddenly.“I bet it hurt.” Chuckled BK, and Minwoo wasn't sure if he was about to throw up or attack his cellmate to tear his damn tongue off. “I heard you just took it. Let him stick it up your ass and never fought back.”He knew it was all meant to trigger him, but he couldn't control the assault of emotions at such words and memories.The bed squeaking and jerking snapped him out of it, and stiffening, he sat up hurriedly and pressed himself against the wall just as BK landed down his bed. Stepping to the wall facing Minwoo, the man leaned against it casually with a smirk plastered on his fucking face.“I never tagged you as the passive type.” He kept baiting him, and Minwoo could feel how close he was to the losing point. “You're gonna lay still for me too ?”The words got straight to his brain and triggered him instinctively. In a second he was on his feet and in BK's face, ready to beat him to a pulp. He still had this last string of rationality keeping him from just lashing out, and glaring murderously at the man, he stood close to him threateningly -even if BK didn't seem fazed by it.“You better shut the fuck up. Or I'm gonna make you keep quiet for real.” He hissed with clenched fists.Smiling, BK leaned in his face and challenged him, “Will you ?”Minwoo felt struck by overwhelming hatred he had no idea how to keep in check. The guards' more terrifying threat still hanging at the back of his mind turned out to be the only thing preventing him from throwing his punch in BK's damn face.“We both know you won't.” He continued with a step closer, and Minwoo couldn't resist stepping away until he was stopped by the bunk beds. “You wouldn't want to go back to confinement, would you ?”Minwoo didn't want to show how much the bastard had struck a good chord, but he felt the man noticed it anyway, which made his fists tremble slightly.“I can send you there in a blink of an eye.” He said and Minwoo furrowed his brows in confusion, then BK was knocking his own head against the bed's bar and grinning deviously at him. “All I've to do is make it looks like you attacked me.” He said proudly, and all Minwoo could look at was this bleeding eyebrow with the power to send him straight to hell.He was distracted from the sight by BK's hands pressing on the bar on each side of his head, and suddenly he felt too trapped for his own good. His heart beat faster and sweat pooled on his skin atop of his lip, under his armpits and in his palms.“You don't want that to happen, do you ?” He grinned like a predator, and Minwoo couldn't endure it any longer when BK's body moved too close to his.In a quick movement, he pushed the man away by the shoulders and stepped away anxiously. He hated how vulnerable he suddenly felt, and he hated even more the fact he was still not beating this bastard to a bloody mess.Chuckling, the man leaned leisurely against the bed's bar and observed him with a challenging glint in his eyes mixed with something else he didn't want to think about at the right moment.“You're gonna fight me ?” He asked conversationally, and Minwoo stiffened some more before shooting dead his cellie with his only gaze. “It's your call.” He grinned, stepping closer dangerously, and Minwoo drew in his remaining strengths to stand his ground and not back away anymore. “It's either them or me.” He added once face to face with him, and for a moment Minwoo believed the guy was about to just take him by force confronted to his silence.Instead, he breathed a smirk, stared straight in his eyes and moved passed him to stand at the bars. He was confused and wondered what just happened, then he heard BK call for Martins and panicked immediately.Instinctively, he turned around, grabbed BK's shoulder and pulled him away from the bar to face to him. Pressing his back against the cell's door, his cellmate grinned at him knowingly before crossing his arms over his chest.“A problem BK ?” Arose the guard's voice, and staring at his cellie Minwoo couldn't move, breathe, think or speak anymore.Everything felt too much suddenly and he didn't know anymore what he wanted or not. What he should do or not.“Well...” Began BK before stepping closer to Minwoo who was backed away in the corner between the bed and bars.Staring straight in the shorter man's eyes, the man moved closer until their bodies were almost touching. Minwoo noticed BK's arm moved up to the white sheet tied above the door, and the fear he had felt the first time he stepped in this cell and saw it was still the same, if not increased tenfold as this right moment felt like waiting for the bullet coming out of the executioner's gun. The worst being he be the one pulling the trigger.“Do we have a problem ?” Softly asked a smiling BK, and staring straight at the man, Minwoo didn't answer nor move and just let the sheet fall over the bars and at the same time his fate.What the hell was he doing ? Why was he letting this happen ? What the hell was going on with him ?“We're good boss.” Called out the man then, and Minwoo felt like he was just nailed alive in a coffin to suffocate to death. “Let's start slowly boy, hum ?” He said lowly with a thumb rubbing Minwoo's lips rather roughly. “Wouldn't want to scare you.” He chuckled hatefully, but even then Minwoo just stood there and didn't do anything.He fucking hated himself at the right moment and would have shot himself in the head if it had been possible. Long wait, I know. I'm so sorry, but despite wanting to write, it was too damn hot for me to sit at my computer and do it. I tried, but I couldn't focus on anything but how I was slowly cooking on my chair with this heat taking over the East of the country -_-Well, I hope to be able to update sooner next time ^^