[CONTENTID2]It Can Never Be You - Rage[/CONTENTID2]

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Joon woke to a smell. Something…tantalizing. Something…food like. Something from home. For a moment Joon allowed himself, behind his closed eyes, to wish for, imagine, that he had been rescued. He was back home, being cared for, the smell of kimchichigea as Mir brought him his favorite meal. Everything was alright.

But the feeling of the cold earth beneath his back told him even before he opened his eyes, that none of this fantasy was true. Then where was the smell coming from? He couldn’t be that desperate that he’d go so far as to dream it all up like a mirage, right? He slowly cracked open an eye, not yet wanting to truly greet the day, which was surly filled with nothing but his own regrets spiraling endlessly.

The smell still remained, enticing, begging him to devour it from the very air itself. How could he resist? Dragged up by his nose, twitching like a rabbit, he followed the scent to its source as only a starving man could. A white bowl. A pretty, delicate blue lace pattern traced the edges, in contrast to the red liquid it contained. Joon lunged forward, from asleep to awake in seconds. The bowl was just outside his bars, but Joon didn’t care about punishment further down the line, if the guard was stupid enough to leave it there, Joon was fully entitled. Finders were Keepers after all.

He heard a surprised yell from the other side of the room but he ignored it easily as he gulped down the contents of the bowl, sighing in relief at the finally full feeling in his belly. Weeks ago this wouldn’t have been nearly enough to fill him. Now, however, it was more than enough. He prayed to keep it all down, not wanting to waste the precious commodity unwisely left within his reach.

He allowed his gaze to wander upwards, tongue sliding over his lips to taste the remaining succulent flavor. It was that guard. The one who gave him the sushi...he was staring at him with a very odd look. His eyes were focused on his lips, perhaps he was disgusted by Joon's actions. Perhaps he wondered where all his food had gone in such a short period of time. 

"Do you need more?" The man asked so quietly it was almost impossible to hear, a whisper on a spring breeze.

"I thought you wouldn't be feeding me again?"

"I am one of those unfortunate few who possesses both a conscience and temper, both showing up at inopportune moments. I am sorry for what I said," he offered a shy smile which Joon did not return. This man was the enemy - he was most likely trying to get him to reveal state secrets, which Joon certainly didn't have.

"I don