Characters: South Korea, OC:North Korea
Time Period: Korean War, specifically 's invasion of
Warnings: Violence, prisoners of war, mild torture, the things you usually see in wars.
The door slams open, and from outside he can hear the wailing of his own people. She points the gun to the ceiling and pulls at the trigger, and as the sound echoes off the walls the voices silence themselves as well.
The door of his cell shuts loudly and the other soldiers lock his door down again. He can hear her boots clicking with each step she takes circling him.
A bottle is twirled around his face, tantalizing and tempting, and he doesn't take his eyes off his bent knees. She blasts the cap off with her gun threateningly, and soon after the water spills all over on the floor in front of him. He bends down obediently.
It's the first time he's seen himself, and his hair's musty, clothes bloody, and that pained expression on that face... it isn't him. The flag he had tied around his forehead as a bandanna is torn and dyed red.
From behind him he can see the brown jacket and the gold-painted buttons glinting. The red medals disappear in the rosy tint of the water, but the gun holster is oddly clear in the reflection.
"The autumn sky," he forces out, voice broken and strained. He takes a lick at the water. "...is void and vast." The tip of his nose is dipped into the puddle, and he watches as his reflection ripples. "...high and cloudless."
A foot digs into the back of his neck, forcing him down onto the water. The red on his hanbok washes away into pink, and he doesn't flinch when he sees her cock her gun at his head. It's not the first.
"Let us devote our bodies and minds to supporting this Korea forever," she growls out, and when she makes a threatening click with her gun he assumes it's a signal to repeat. Not that he'd follow.
He sips at the water in front of him, and it tastes slightly salty. "The bright moon is our heart, undivided and true."
A bullet grazes Yong Soo's temple and shoots his reflection on the water. The liquid splatters everywhere; on his hair, on the gun barrel, on her shoes. Yong Soo smiles crookedly when the bullet lands on where his sister's reflection was.
He doesn't want to see how much they both look alike.
The only dialogue in this is composed of the two Koreas' anthems. 's is Aegukga, and 's is Aegukka