Pirate Captain Minho x Prison Guard Jisung
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"We both know this will end in blood," Minho drawls from where he lounges on the cold ground of his cell. He's speaking to Jisung, the guard that's been stationed to him for the duration of his stay in the royal cells. He wasn't much younger then Minho, but his large prey like eyes gave way to how sheltered the boy had been. Barely had time to see anything in the world.
By the age of Twenty-Eight, Minho had sailed across the ocean and visited hundreds of ports. He'd lain siege to dozens of ships, boarding them to loot, and killing anyone that dare get in his way. Minho was Captain of a crew that would stand by him through anything, all loyal and willing to die under him if they must.
That was until the Royal Guard arrested him in a back alley after they had pulled into port. Cornered like a rabid dog Minho hadn't gone down without a fight. His sword ran through at least three of the men, bringing them to their death there in that alley before they were able to get a solid grip on him.
It had taken three full grown men to still him. They had paraded him through the streets to the castle doors where he had been thrown to the ground across from the kings thrown. He took out another four men in that room before leaving a large gash over the King's right eye.
"No it doesn't," Jisung answers him softly, his eyes flicking between Minho and down the hall where other guards were leading a patrol.
"Yes it does," Minho says, voice firm. His eyes stay locked to Jisung's face, the boy visibly squirming under the gaze even after so many weeks together.
Jisung's eyes snap back to Minho, holding steady against his own for the first time since they met. "No. It doesn't."
It's later that evening after a meal is fed to both Jisung and Minho that Jisung speak again. "Being positioned here is a prison sentence in itself." Minho stayed silent, watching the boy as he picked at the porridge he had been fed. "I don't get to leave either, just the illusion that I can." The boy is standing and bringing his meal to Minho, a beef stew with real bread that Minho can smell from across the room. "I'll see light the day you're taken to be hanged, then stuffed back down here with some other poor soul." He slides his full tray over to Minho, sitting on the ground across from the bars.
Minho moves slowly, till he can pull the tray into his own reach. The stew is still steaming and the first bite has a moan escaping his throat. He eyes Jisung carefully as he eats, trying to figure out what the boy is planning because he is planning something. Jisung stares off with his eyes glazed over down the long corridor.
It's after their trays are taken away for the evening when Jisung knows they will not be visited again that he speaks. "We're getting out of here," he says, twisting the key in Minho's cell lock. "Your ship still sits in the harbor, but none of your crew have been brought in." He quickly moves to a trunk in the corner, pulling out cloaks for them both to wear. Jisung sheds his plated armor, stashing it under the hard mattress he'd been sleeping on for years. Minho's eyes traced down his back, snagging on Jisung's waist. He steps carefully, bringing a hand up to rest on his waist, holding firm in it's spot as he reaches around to grab a knife from the chest Jisung is digging in.
"Let's move quick," Minho whispers in his ear pulling away, throwing the second cloak over his body.
