[DOTS FanFic] Captive

Title: Captive

Author: WinterBubbleTea

Drama: Descendant of the Sun

Genre: Angst

Rating: M

For: Tania Tani

Summary: The scene of captivity in Albania. 

The gunshot and blood loss was enough that the ghost of his beloved captain beckoning him. The screams of Dae Young were not enough to shake him the pitch blackness. The searing fire lick at his flesh and he woke to gibberish.

The exhaustion slid through his body but he figure being in pain meant he wasn’t dead yet and his next concern when water was toss at him was where his friend was but then more pinprick of pain cross his eye and back. He felt gravity and being tug and dragged down to being thrown into a cell.

“Captain!” That voice was evidently Seo and the twist of his body hurt. He cough hoarseness of his voice made him flinch, “you…” Fingers were on his wrist taking his pulse then the tapping of Morse code came and he focuses on it.

《Capture 20 days》
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The surprised lurk inside and Shi Jin felt his heart stopped at the amount of time that had passed away. His time to meet Mo Yeon was coming and he was still in Albania. Worse off he was capture with Dae Young in a camp and both of them pretty much are weaken from their body condition.

Right hand felt broken and his left hand felt still usable he started to tap on Dae Young’s leg.

《I was shot. Why not dead? 》

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This lingers in his mind as to why both of them weren’t killed. Supposedly, when he blacked out he thought that he would have bleed out or worse not wake up. Finding at his waking to torture and still not being coherent enough to what was going on he still stay his tongue and tried to focus on the fogginess of what was going on around him.

《Require information from us》

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That wasn’t a surprise the Albanian’s that capture them probably were trying to gauge information from them while they save people and try to gain strategic information from them.

《Patch up and blood transfusion》

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Amazing that they even knew what his blood type was to give him blood while in the bunker. When and if he got back to Korea he knew that a battery of test would happen.

《 Missing in Action Missile blew up our last location while we drag into bunker》

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How terrible the army even when they try to find them would assume that their body was vaporized by the missile. The Albanian’s that got them could torment them to their hearts contentment and kill them.

Shi Jin eyes adjusted to the dim light to see the condition of Dae Young. The stubborn man looked terrible and he assumed he look just as worse.

《Your Health status. 》

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Dae Young started to tap again his eyes sliding over to the door stealthily.

《Shot like you but not as bad》

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Shi Jin didn’t recall that point, it must of happen when he was unconscious and he felt sorry that he left his friend to deal with the repercussion of his injury.

《Bruise in left portion of abdominal》

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Well it wasn’t as bad, but Shi Jin knew that if they stay too long here it would spell disaster for them. He didn’t get a good look around when he was being tortured and the head trauma they gave him probably left everything muddle.

《Any idea on number of enemies? 》

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He tap it quickly when he heard men approaching at a fast pace and slowly slid his hand away to present he was still on his side and injured. The scrapping sound and the door opened a shout and grunt of words and Dae Young was kicked and pulled out.

The echo of sound and he counted the paces of where they were taking his friend. Slowly getting up his intake a breath with meditation to counteract the pain he was feeling in his ribs. Some must be fractured and he could tell already that the locks on the door weren’t easy to bypass without some sort of metal. He searches his pocket of his pants and clothes to find that most of his gear was taken away.

‘Well this suck.’  The captain consider his moves either he could jump on the men when they came back, but the cell they were sequester in left barely any room to hide and no place to ambush. He didn’t think that the men would be lenient and let them with a warning consider the guns.

Hours passed and the sound of a scream came and he grew anxious his hands curl around the bars and he shook it to test it. Anger started to well inside him, he never heard Dae Young scream before. 

Inside the stone room Seo Dae Young was strapped to a metal table. “What is your mission?” His tormentor asked a punch happened and Dae Young grunted in pain.

This went on for hours his insides tenderized and then the knife came slowly sliding into his fingers cutting lightly. “If you do not tell us…I will have to ensure that your hands are like mincemeat.”

Dae Young cheek tick and he spit on the man. Myung Joo he would have to keep on thinking about Myung Joo. Her smile, her laughter, her teary eyes and slowly another cut and another kept on going. Then the bone breaking happened and one by one until he screamed involuntary when electricity filled and burned his flesh.

Myung  Joo eyes staring at him from above and unheard words sliding through her mouth. ‘Dae Young!’ His name just his name and he held on because he could not betray the woman he love. The country that she lives in because she was there and he needed to protect her at all cost even if he ended up dead.

“What is your mission?” Each time the man asked these questions and kept on his brutal cutting then he would be dragged along back to the cell.

Shi Jin would look him over once the cell was sealed up and he would try to use first aid in what clothing he had to wrap or bandage the hands. Their unspoken words that they would survive this and so it went on and both wonder if they would die before seeing their loves the scratches in the cell hidden away indicated the days that pass by.

The sleep was sparse and both tried their best to escape but before they could exit they were knocked out. The most recent try ended up with Dae Young’s arm being broken and both already felt that half a year passed by.

The food given weren’t eatable and sometimes they would have to catch some rodent and consume it. This wasn’t living, but they swore they would snap those bastards’ necks before they exit here. The tapping in Morse code meant their conversations still went on, even though both never use their voices much.

Both would be making bets and jokes with one another in that tapping, and when struggling both gave hope to one another stating in their tapping phrase like. Doctor Kang would be mad at you if you did…or Myung Joo would make sure you get trapped in a room with her before she let you go.

Each time the tapping would be, Mo Yeon is waiting to Myung Joo is going to break your arm.

Then one day when Shi Jin almost lost his eye to one of their captors the sound of shouts and gun shot of a silencer came and the appearance of their friend from the North appeared.

The man was kind enough to ship them off to an ally base where they receive treatment, then both reported their live status and booked the first trip to find their girls. They were lucky to be alive but both swore never to talk about what happened in that base in details.

The trauma would equal that they would have to get help but even with the training they had prior their health evaluation would be detailed and pressing. But both of them felt free for the first time and at the same time scared. A year passed and they worried over their girls.

Would they—still be there?