The Lieutenant [Jeon Jungkook x Reader][21+][COMPLETE]

Chapter Fifty

Author's Note:

I would like to apologise for how long this took me to update, but I wasn't happy with the last chapter so I rewrote it like ten times, but, here it is!

I want to give you fair warning, this is a long one, and it is going to take you for a spin! 

I hope you love it as much as I do, and please don't hate me!

The rest of the week of training was unbearable. My entire body hurt and I barely had the strength to hold myself upright. I cried myself to sleep every night, not handling the pressure that came with Namjoon's disapproval, on top of which making Jungkook upset every time he saw a tear fall down my face. He could never handle it when I cried, he always wanted to kill the person responsible, and more often than not, it was Namjoon.

To top it all off, Jungkook and I had barely spent any time together during the day, other than when we ate. I never had the energy to spend the nights with him before I went to sleep like I normally did. I liked to read my book lying beside him while he wrote in his notebook but I started to shower and go straight to sleep when training was over, as I normally got back to the dorm well after eleven. I heard from JB that Jungkook and Yiseo had become close with one another in my absence. They spent a lot of time together because their training schedules were similar, and no doubt because they are so similar in age. I was glad Jungkook had found someone he could talk to if I wasn't around to be the one to do so; yet I couldn't help but feel angry and a pang of jealousy at their relationship having grown so much in such a short amount of time.

JB and I on the other hand spent almost every waking minute at the range with one another, bringing us closer. He and I had become, what I can only describe as, best friends. Namjoon had sent us for one tactical training session and one fitness session all week after we had both been told we were not good enough to spend any more time away from the range. I couldn't help but feel that Namjoon's instructions had been directed at me, and JB was just being dragged down with me. Seokjin himself was frustrated with Namjoon, just as much as we were. He said the excess training would lead to exhaustion and petty mistakes, which could be fatal when yielding such a powerful weapon. Unbeknownst to Namjoon, Seokjin had allowed JB and myself to sleep at the range three times that week, allowing our bodies, and minds, to get the much needed rest we were not getting from our Lieutenant.

When Friday rolled around, Namjoon begrudgingly gave us the evening off to rest in preparation for the joint training sessions we would have with the other platoons over the weekend. I had a feeling he only did it so the other lieutenants wouldn't see how overworked, and overtired, everyone in the dorm was, let alone myself and JB who had been working to the bone, day in and day out.

Namjoon and I had purposefully avoided each other after what had happened in his office, neither of us being able to look the other in the eye. The only time we spoke was him reprimanding me, and to remind me that I needed to work harder and that I hadn't proved my worth yet. I won't lie, I was exceptionally disappointed when he said those words to me again. I had thought after what happened in his office, he would leave me be, to fight for my place, but I was horrifically wrong. He had also started taking all of his frustrations out on me which I found unfair, but I dealt with it and took the brunt of it for the sake of the rest of the platoon. Even if what had upset him had nothing to do with me, or my skills, I nodded, agreed and apologized while he yelled and complained. It wouldn't help anyone else's well being if he was overly agitated and angry with us all. I felt as though I could handle it, but it was starting to take its toll on my emotional state.