Mountain Soul PART 5-4 (1/1)

PART 5-4      Opening his eyes on yet another morning after another usual night, the bile in his throat, twist of his stomach and sting in his eyes didn't last long before he put every emotions under control and got out of bed. BK was still sleeping on the top bunk, and seeing this man made pure rage boil inside him. Looking away, he took a pee, washed his hands, splashed his face with water and massaged his neck. He was so tensed ever since he was in this cell. Near to a month had passed, but too many things had already changed. He didn't like to think about it, but how could he ignore his new statue in this damn prison ? People were looking at him differently now, and if at first he hated it, now it was just tiring. He didn't want to deal with any of these guys and just wanted some peace of mind.It was a lot asked in such place, and nor BK nor the other inmates were prone to make it easier on him. All of them seemed to have too much fun watching him fall and break. The guards were the worst, even if recently they were off his back, knowing how much they had fucked him up was humiliating and enraging on so many levels. He shouldn't get worked up about them though.He had tried so hard over this month to keep it together without killing or hurting someone, but it was becoming more and more complicated as time was passing. He wasn't sure if anyone noticed, but he could swear BK felt different lately. The man seemed... concerned ? He felt disgusted to only think that, but it was the only word suiting the man's behavior.Of course, the bastard was still using him like a bitch everytime he wanted (meaning almost every nights) but he had this way to be around him that he couldn't really understand nor liked for the record. Having people around him worried about him wasn't usual, but having this guy showing such concern about him was just maddening.He could endure and maybe accept his friends or even Eric's caring behavior, but this man... he just couldn't, and it was driving him crazy everytime BK was being like a fucking mother hen to him.It started with the man worrying about his deteriorating appearance. Minwoo was perfectly aware he wasn't at his best and his weight lost would start to show, but he didn't fucking need this bastard to care about his health. Just like he didn't need him to show any concern about his short nights or retreating behavior. He was never one to talk much, but since with BK he had became worryingly quiet -even with his friends.He knew people were worried, but he couldn't give less of a fuck.What did they want him to say anyway ? There was nothing to talk about, and if he was keeping a close watch on his emotions and reactions he had little chances to fuck up even more. Only one step was left to the bottom of his shitty life, and with time passing he was considering taking it more often than not.He was getting tired of this bullshit and wanted it to stop -the only problem being he had no idea how to do it. He could kill everyone, but even in his miserable state he knew it was more a fantasy than reality. How was he supposed to kill so many people in so little time ? It wasn't doable, he knew it, but it was feeling good to think about all this pain he could inflict if he wanted. He was dreaming too much about breaking bones, cutting flesh and drawing blood -and more than ever today he was feeling like a monster.The worst being he didn't even care. If he could, he would embrace this monster sleeping inside him -but he wasn't ready for that and didn't know if he would ever be one day.

When six am sounded and BK awoke, Minwoo was back in bed laying with an arm under his head and eye fixed on the bed frame.“Already awake.” Said the older man.Minwoo didn't answer and listened as his cellie moved to the toilet, peed then went to the sink. The man's morning routine was always the same and by now he knew after checking himself in the mirror for near to a minute, BK would get dressed and certainly give him too much attention.“You look like shit.”Who's fault was that ? This bastard really had a gift to get on his nerves, and today didn't seem to be the right day to mess with him. He could feel this boiling rage at the pit of his stomach only waiting for the right button to be pressed to make him explode, and in his state said button could be anything.With the alarm ringing, BK walked to the door and adjusted his suit around his waist.“You're not coming ?” He said, looking over his shoulder at the shorter man in bed.“No.” The rasp of his voice was almost painful to him, and turning on his side, he ignored everything and everyone.The guard asked him what he was doing, and when he only got a grumble similar to 'not coming' the man left him alone to resume his morning routine. Soon enough, the inmates were walked to the cafeteria and Minwoo allowed some alone time. It could feel good, but he never managed to relax or appreciate the moment.He couldn't stop thinking about the mess his life was now and couldn't help hate himself and everyone beyond possible. He still couldn't accept not fighting what was happening, and if he was letting his mind drift too far he would certainly implode and lose it.      Sleep wasn't something he could enjoy lately, but he still rested while everyone was gone. Or at least, he tried. Closing his eyes was making him edgy, and relaxing was something he wasn't sure he knew how to do anymore. His body was feeling so tensed all the freaking time that moving was draining him from the little energy he had.Skipping meals was certainly not the best idea in his condition, but he couldn't handle seeing anyone today nor any other day. He was feeling like avoiding every fucking moments forcing him under others attention, but it wasn't possible -and he knew it.“Knock, knock, knock.”The voice startled him so hard that the pain in his backside awaken and made him grimace. Cursing BK and whoever at the cell door, he looked over his shoulder and raised his brows.He couldn't believe Eric was standing there, smiling at him and observing him. What the hell was he doing here ? Was he even allowed around here, alone, when no one was around ? Minwoo doubted it, and Eric certainly read his thoughts on his face.“Paul let me in.”Paul was a young guard working here for barely a year. He was nice, he guessed. He couldn't really tell, because nice people weren't that visible in his fucked up world. All he could see was the bastards floating around him and making his life hell -but as far as he knew Paul was a good guy.“How are you doing ? I know it's been a while, but I was busy.”Groaning, Minwoo lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. One could think he was just tired, but the truth was he didn't want to be seen like this by anyone and certainly not this man. His situation was humiliating enough, he didn't need Eric to witness his decline.It made him wonder if the counselor knew about the actual situation. Was he aware of who BK was ? Did he know what was going on with the man ? Minwoo caught himself praying he didn't.“I heard you were transferred.” Eric looked around the cell from behind the bars. “Is everything okay ?”“Fine.” He said, the grumble echoing on the walls making him feel even more annoyed.“Look Minwoo...” Eric shifted his position and licked his lips. “I heard stuffs at the AMP...”Fuck ! Why did this guy always have to hear stuffs ? Why was he aware of everything ? Minwoo suddenly hated him for that. He was sure Dongwan had ran his damn mouth, and he swore he would kill the fucking idiot. Such guy needed to be taught some lessons, and Dongwan needed a good one about keeping it shut.“Minwoo.” There was an edge in Eric's voice getting the shorter man's attention, and looking over his shoulder, he observed the counselor staring back at him.He suddenly felt uncomfortable and worried.Sitting up, he pressed his back against the wall and rested his arms on his knees with Eric's gaze still on him.“We can't let this continue any longer. I already talked to some...”“What ?” The horrified look on Minwoo's face was a reaction Eric had expected and feared at the same time -and suddenly he was glad for the bars between them.“Yes. I know you asked me to mind my own business, but I can't close my eyes anymore. Not when such things are happening under my nose.”“Who the fuck told you...”“Did you ask to be pulled out of the AMP ?” The question took the shorter man aback, and suddenly feeling uncomfortable, he licked his lips and looked away. “Did you ?”Eric was a fucking stubborn bastard sometimes he wanted to kill.“No.”“Have you seen your therapist again ?”Minwoo didn't want to answer, but still said, “No. I didn't even know I was out until I was left behind for the AMP.”“I talked to your therapist, and he said you were judged stable enough to be pulled out.”Minwoo didn't know that, but he couldn't find the will to care about it either.“I was surprised, because you've been in the group for too little time to even envisage pulling you out. Does it have anything to do with the guards ? I requested an investigation to kn...”“What ? You can't !” Jumping on his feet, Minwoo stepped to the bars hurriedly and glared at the counselor. “Who the fuck asked you to do anything about it ? Do you've the slightest idea what your fucking request's gonna do to me ? You...”“I know you would've never allowed me to do anything, but the situation's too serious to just let it happen. You need help, and I'm willing to give you some even if you don't want to.”“Eric !” He said in a growl as the man stepped away.He couldn't believe this bitch had just came here to tell him that and then leave. What the fuck was he thinking he was doing ? Who the fuck had asked him to get his fucking nose in people's business. This bitch was so dead.“Paul said I didn't have much time. I've to go. I wanted to let you know it'll be over soon, so just hold in there, okay ?” Eric offered a small smile. “I'm taking care of this Minwoo, just trust me.”“You've no idea what you're...”“I can't close my eyes anymore. You'll thank me one day.”“Eric !” He shouted, hitting the bars before kicking it. “Eric ! Come back here you fucking bastard. Eric !”*      His knuckles hurts, just like his shoulders, but he couldn't stop hitting this bag of sand. Sweat was trickling on his skin as his heart beat crazily and his mind managed to settle down for the time punching this bag lasted. He could hear inmates working out around him, but he didn't mind them and just kept hitting this punching bag in hope it would calm him down enough to not do something stupid before the end of the day.Eric's visit had left him on the edge, stressed and terrified. BK of course noticed, but he was smart enough to not push him and just let him be. He was glad for that, because he was so close to lashing out.      He didn't hear the guy approaching until he was close to him and in his reach. He reacted instinctively and sent a punch. His fist met a strong palm before fingers closed around it and held it there. Looking up at the inmate, Minwoo felt himself tremble in growing rage -and the smirk on the guy's face didn't help.“Still as feisty as ever.” How more cliché this bastard could be ?Minwoo knew this man. He was at the head of some little gang smuggling inside the prison everything one could want (and pay). Besides that, the guy was an asshole thinking more than not with his dick. Minwoo could remember this guy looking at him too insistently at his first days in Mountain Soul. He could perfectly remember this way he had to watch him move around as if the most appetizing prey was waltzing around a starving predator.He had hated the guy at first look and promised himself to break his teeth if he was ever trying to come at him. It never happened, and he guessed he was one of the guy Miles was talking about. One of them wanting him but being scared away after his showcase of insanity with Lens.He didn't need more to know this guy was irking him beyond possible, and having his fist trap like that in this disgusting hand made something click in his mind -and before anyone could understand what was happening he had his knee hitting the guy's crotch and free fist flying to his mouth. He felt teeth on his knuckles but the pain was nothing when he heard the man scream and saw blood on his face.Wasting no time, he was on the guy in a second and punching him to a bloody mess.It felt good. It felt fucking good and...“Let me go !” He shouted, jerking in the arms around him.“Stop it !” BK's voice went straight to Minwoo's brain and made him froze then utterly enraged.“Get the fuck off me.” His voice was low and dangerous, but the older man ignored him to drag him away.“Take care of this Johnny.”BK's friend nodded and walked passed them to the bleeding and barely conscious inmate on the floor. Minwoo watched him move before being dragged then pushed out of the room.“Move it.”Minwoo felt like lunging at BK for treating him like an immature kid, but then, something prevented him from attacking this man in particular and he hated himself for that. It made him feel weak and stupid.Still high on this sensation of hurting someone, breaking his bones and shedding his blood -he managed to keep in check any other violent reaction as BK took him back to the cell and pushed him to the sink.“Wash your hands.” He said, and Minwoo couldn't really understand the annoyance he could hear in the man's voice.With exhaustion crawling on him, he didn't discuss his cellie's will and washed the blood of his hands. He could feel the sting in his knuckles now, and once the blood off, he noticed the skin had peeled off and broke under the assault he was responsible of.Standing behind him, BK noticed the injuries at the same time and cursed through his teeth.“Come here.” He said, grabbing Minwoo's wrist.It made him tense up and repulse, but he knew better than resist so let the older man pull him to the wall against which he pressed his hand.“Punch it !”What ? Confused at first, Minwoo quickly figured what the man meant by that, and gritting his teeth on an annoyance he wasn't even sure where was coming from -he clenched his fist and started hitting the wall. Once. Twice. Thrice... before BK grabbed his wrist and stopped him.“That's enough.” There was something in the older man's eyes Minwoo didn't get, and being pulled back to the sink, he didn't need to be told this time to wash his hands.His right one hurt more than before and he wondered if he had broken anything. He tried to move his fingers, and as painful as it could be, he couldn't tell for sure if he would need medical attention.“Come here.” BK pulled him again away from the sink and this time to the bed, and for a second Minwoo thought he was good for another fuck, but instead the man made him sit on the mattress before taking a shirt from his shelf.Minwoo watched without a word as his cellie tore in half the tank top, sat beside him and wrapped the white fabric around his hurt hands.“I'll get a guard for you. Just stay here, and don't do anything stupid !” The warning wasn't necessary -Minwoo was too tired and dumbfounded to move.The fuck had just happened though ? He wasn't sure, but he couldn't help hate BK with his whole might.Well, I guess we'll have to get used to longer delay for this fic to be updated ^^" No matter how much I want to write more chapters beforehand, I can't and I tell myself I'll just do it when I'll have to update -_-So instead of promising again I'll try to update sooner, I'll just say for now this pace will be kept.It seems to suit me for now and I'll be busier soon so it may be delayed even more xD ^^'Bear with me guys, I'm trying, and I'm really sorry !