ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ || ᴊ.ᴡʏ + ᴄ.ꜱ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

"Congratulations, your days of easy little girl training are over. We'll now begin role call." Taehyung had all 30 boys in his group lined up in rows on the dirt field located in the middle of the training center. "Each one of you will call out your number in order down your line, beginning with number one. You can manage that, right?" He smiled sarcastically and continued, "We'll do this each morning before breakfast and throughout the day for the rest of your training to make sure you're all where you need to be, so get used to it. Team leader, begin roll-call!"

"YES SIR! Number 205 will now proceed with roll-call!" San's voice rang out strong in the early morning air, exhibiting his role as their leader. "1!"

San's heart pounded as he went through the words and motions that he'd been called out of bed last night to learn. Taehyung went over it step by step with him as he listened, half asleep. Leading this group was no joke and the smacks from Taehyung when he hadn't listened properly to directions were proof enough.

Getting smacked by Taehyung did help wake him up a tiny bit since it came with a thrill, his mind easily wandering into a dirty place so late at night with the gorgeous man in front of him.

In the first row but on the opposite end, Wooyoung had purposely let some of the others file in front of him so he could take a much-needed break from the irritating dimpled boy but made sure to stay in the front so his superiors could see him working hard. He wanted to see their faces filled with regret for choosing San over him.

"10!" Wooyoung called his number as they proceeded through roll call speedily.

The last boy, number 30, called out his number and San's scripted words followed, "No problem with the 30 here sir!"

While Taehyung reported to a higher-up, Seonghwa, who stood behind San, gave his friend a few pats on the butt to tell him he'd done well, fixing his posture before their head soldier returned.

When Taehyung returned, he stood in front of them and began leading them in morning stretches, prepping them for the torturous day ahead San was sure. A kpop song began playing throughout the training center as they stretched, which seemed off considering the environment but that was used, apparently, to rub South Korea's successes in the North's face, or so San had heard from Kai.

The newbies followed Taehyung in a variety of different stretches and while bending over and touching his toes, San snuck a peek at him bent over and the perfect shape of his butt, getting the luxury of a full view in the front row. He knew his brother didn't want him messing around but staring was harmless and wouldn't affect his duties in any way.

The stretching seemed to continue on forever until each boy felt like a noodle. Each was given a strap to put over their uniforms that the superiors could grab onto to make sure they were in the right positions or pull them up if they collapsed or couldn't hold themselves up.

Through each exercise, Wooyoung exceeded the others, going through each one easily. Now in a push-up position and jumping in and out, many, especially the younger boys, began falling, their bodies giving out, unable to handle the intense workout. Seonghwa, being one, got yanked up by his strap and a superior yelled at him while heisting him up with the said strap.

San let out heavy breaths, fully aware that he was supposed to be the one his group looked to as an example but fuck... Drops of sweat traveled down the sides of his face and his arms trembled.

"Faster! Straighten those arms!" Taehyung yelled at him and pushed down on his waist to fix his posture but his body collapsed at the added weight. The ground felt nice, almost cozy, as he tried to catch his breath but was lifted up roughly by Taehyung to keep going.