ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ || ᴊ.ᴡʏ + ᴄ.ꜱ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟗

Somehow after the introduction, San found himself getting dragged to the new transfer's quarters to help him settle in, per Jeon's orders, dragged in a literal sense by the wrist once the eyes were off of them, up until he'd been pulled into the sergeant's apparent quarters behind a closed door.

"You were promoted. Congratulations, sir." San sniffed nervously and saluted, trying to look alive while still managing to avoid eye contact, unsure where they stood since their last encounter.

Taehyung chuckled briefly, his face maintaining its signature serious, before grabbing San's chin and forcing him to meet his eyes. "At ease," his voice came out low and authoritative, just as San remembered.

San's heart began to thump a little quicker in his chest, his hand instinctively lowering upon receiving orders because god knows he wasn't in control of his body at the moment.

His eyes were deadlocked on Taehyung's when the intimidating soldier gave a lazy smile and, with the hand that was currently holding his chin, used his pointer finger to give San a playful chuck underneath before turning away casually, directing his focus onto his stuff that had yet to be unpacked.

When San snapped out of the daze Taehyung had put him in, a small smirk naturally found its way onto his lips as he straightened up and watched Taehyung's back as he unpacked and began organizing his quarters. 

"Out of all the sectors, you ended up being transferred to mine, Tae." San tried out the nickname, trying to shake off any nerves that were still hanging around, praying his effort might bring about a more lax environment, considering he was already short-circuiting. "That's kinda wild," he commented further, truly shocked by the coincidence.

Taehyung paused in unpacking briefly, his lips turning up ever so slightly at the nickname.

"It's not that wild. I asked to be transferred here," he admitted, eventually mustering the courage of turning to face San who looked as if his mind were working a mile a minute trying to interpret those words that could mean just about anything.

Taehyung remained straight-faced while observing his reaction. He was always like that.

No more than a few minutes passed before Taehyung pulled his hat off and shook out his waves of hair. He looked more relaxed all of a sudden, like your everyday guy rather than the authoritative and intimidating sergeant he'd been promoted to. 

He hit his hat against his palm a few times before tossing it aside onto the birch dresser that sat beside his bed, and San, with a hint of a smirk on his face, felt himself swallow as Taehyung took composed strides toward him until they were standing a little less than an arm's length away from each other.

Hooking a finger into one of San's belt loops, he tugged the younger the rest of the way to him until no space remained and their waists pressed together familiarly. "Why do you think I did that?" Taehyung stared hard into the younger's eyes as if he were trying to give him the answer telepathically to avoid actually verbalizing it.

"Because fucking around with me is too hard to quit?" San couldn't help himself and let out a low huff of a laugh, noticing Taehyung's grip loosen on his pants as he did, visibly unsatisfied with his response it seemed.

Letting go of his hold on him completely, a smidge fed up, Taehyung gave San's cheek a light slap, his dominating energy incredible even when he wasn't trying, painting San with a satisfied and cheeky smile, almost like he knew what he did to the older. Though, afterward, as if it'd never happened, Taehyung carefully grazed his fingers over the back of San's hand before courageously taking it in his own.

San's eyebrows raised as he looked down at their hands, dragging his eyes then to the older's resolute face.

"Let's see each other seriously," Taehyung proposed with every ounce of confidence he could muster, those laser-sharp brown eyes set heavily on the boy in front of him.