The Beach

@[US] Myungsoo Minhyuk took a step closer to the water; his hands grabbed a handful of sand and tossed it to the sea. He wanted to scream his lungs out, but that would be ridiculous at this kind of time. Why did all these have to happen? Why should the North bring him to their army to kill? He was angry at both the government and his father. They messed up his plan for trying to save the other parties, and now he felt like he was betraying both his country and their enemies. He didn't want to come near the North Korean camp anymore; he wanted to be independent and live the rest of his life as a traitor. However, he could not really do that. He has to wear his costume when one of them is around.

After looking around for his country's men, he took the costume off and left himself with boxers only. Heaving a sigh, he dropped his rifle and ran into the cold, salty water. He floated around, pretty much enjoying himself until he saw a rush of light from the corner of his eyes. He turned his head around. There must be someone else in the beach, taking pictures. The light was clearly the flash from a professional camera. He got out of the water and saw a silhouette of another living man. "Who's there?" he shouted, grabbing his rifle.

@[M] Minhyuk Myungsoo didn't know how long it had been. Each day passing without no meaning because his life now was covered in fear and insecurity. He wanted his old life back. His life was so perfect but it was all ruin just because the war between the two countries which he thought was unnecessary. He thought it was stupid and meaningless, what made it worse, it destroyed his life. Not just his life, but everyone who lived in United States. He was sure many of them were dead because of the nuclear bomb and he absolutely devastated that he didn't get the news from his family nor that he could contact them because unfortunately his phone didn't get a reception in this unknown island. All he knew that he just needed to survive.

The raven haired male was strolling the sand while looking at the direction of the sea with his camera on both of his hands, taking a picture of the sea and also the sky to make him feel alive. Because being here in this island, he felt like he wasn't alive anymore. But every time he held this precious camera on his hands, he could still see hope because it brought him happiness just by holding it and doing something that he loved the most, which was taking pictures.