Three Options [JINKOOK]

Chapter 4

Seokjin p.o.v

"So you hid it from Jungkook?"

I nodded. It had been five days since I almost exposed my god damn disease to him.

"Hm.. So um... Have you made up your mind? To take a decision?"

I stared at the floor blankly. Have I?

Doctor Min sighed. Then he leaned back in his chair and fell silent, drowning in his own thoughts. I let him think.

"I'm sorry Yoongi-ah" I mumbled after a while unable to bear the deafening silence. I didn't know why I apologized but I did anyways.

He sighed again. Checked something on his phone and turned back to me.

"How about you come with me down to my house tomorrow? For a temporary distraction. Also Namjoon's gonna be there for lunch."

I smiled at the reminder of Namjoon. We three were best buddies back then at high school and college. Different faculties but still managed to stay close. Until Namjoon left to work in the South-Korean Army. He's a freaking major now with lots of shiny badges on his uniform.

"And we're dating"

My eyes went wide as saucers. But then again I remembered how much Namjoon had tried to gain grumpy -but cute-Yoongi's attention. In a non-platonic way.

"Wow, congratulations Yoongi-ah." I cheered, forgetting my miseries for a minute. "Never thought you'd see him as a man."

Min Yoongi just grinned. "I did, eventually."

"So how long has he been in town? Why didn't he contact me?"

"Only a week. He was going to surprise you by inviting to a dinner with me but guess I just ruined it."

I laughed. "Then I'll forget I heard that."

"Fine. Anyway, he's teaching me how to shoot. Says I need to learn handling weapons as an Army man's husband. Sappy!"

I chuckled. "Good for you."

Yoongi grunted. "It's scary as hell."

"I'll join you. So you won't feel alone."

.............

"Oh my god Seokjin-ah!!!" Namjoon cried as soon as I stepped into Yoongi's house the next day. "Oh, it's been so long. Gimme a damn hug."

I smiled and let him crush my body with his huge arms. Yes, he had changed a lot. Long gone the shy nerdy boy he used to be in collage. Now in front of me stood a huge buff man with muscles and stuff. But the changes were only physical. He was still the warm, cheerful guy with a dimple smile we knew. And I was glad about that.

"How are ya Joon?" I asked grinning widely.

"Fine, I guess. Maybe more than fine since this little kitty finally agreed to date me."

I chuckled when Yoongi slapped his chest.

"Come on now, we have food to eat, Stories to share and guns to shoot." He said the last part with an eye roll making Namjoon laugh.

So we sat at the table where Yoongi had arranged a grand feast. The dining room gave it a pleasant view by letting the dim glow of sun pour inside, through the glass doors. The snow was coming down in soft flakes, melting to the ground afterwards.

We ate for a while listening to Namjoon's experiences at the Army base he'd been serving. Most of them were about crimes and murders. Somehow, they seemed to fascinate Yoongi. But not me of course. Maybe Yoongi's used to them because of being around dead guys all the time in morgue but I couldn't handle hearing about a man whose throat was slit across using a crossbow. Yoongi must've felt my discomfort so he tapped Namjoon's hand and said quietly, "Honey, enough with the slaughterhouse stories, okay?"

And Namjoon flashed an apologizing smile.

After lunch, we wore our winter jackets with knee-high boots and went into the garden area to watch Namjoon's training session for shooting. They already had fixed a target board for practicing down there and I could see the holes made on it in a messy pattern. Probably Yoongi's work.

"So um.."Namjoon started, looking heavily excited for what he's about to show us. "Since Jin's still new to this, let's begin with introducing the guns we have here. So this one..."

He pulled open a large box and took out a big gun.

"This is a bolt action rifle. Made to shoot long distances. 0.2 inch calibre. .22 inch barrel. And-"

"Speak Korean Joon-ah." I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm not about to be an assassin."

"Sorry," Namjoon grinned. "So um..let's try a smaller one first, shall we?"

Then he opened another box and fetched out a foot sized gun.

"So this is a .38 revolver. Very handy. Known for it's accuracy on the target. However, I think it'd be better to start with the rifle first. What do you say?"

"The big one?" I asked, pointing at the first box. He nodded.

"Big ones first."

So he handed me the heavy thing without further questions. I could feel myself burning up a little with excitement, knowing it was real. Not like those super soakers we used to play with as kids. Real guns. With real bullets inside.

He made me wear the strap around my shoulder and showed me how to load the gun. Cocked and locked, he said. Then he taught me the way to handle it.

"Okay now, you must be very careful, I repeat, very very careful not to keep the stock of the rifle anywhere near your shoulder. Cuz once you fired it's gonna recoil backwards in a blasting speed and will definitely dislocate your arm from the shoulder blade."

I must've looked frantic hearing that. So it isn't just the enemy who get hit, right? He's gonna get a hole in his chest and I'm gonna have a broken arm. Nice!

Namjoon sensed my insecurity and laughed it off awkwardly.

"Don't worry. That's why I'm here to teach you. By the way the revolver doesn't make much of a recoil. But it'd be best to know about safety protocols first, right?"

So on and on it went. Revolvers, shotguns, handguns, pistols.... The use of a silencer, cartridges and sounds... Namjoon must've done a research on this. He sounded like damn Jack Reacher.

We went on for hours with the training. Yoongi just sat back most of the time, letting me have the chance. I shot at the target board with a few guns and it felt cool enough. Sure I didn't hit the bull's eye but I made some holes near the margin of the circles. That'd be progress, right?

Out of all those weapons, my favorite was the .22 LR pistol. With a small calibre. Namjoon said it makes the exit wounds twice as bigger as the entered ones. Interesting.

At the beginning of the day, I'd been hating violence. Blood. Homicides. Guns.

But the time I was driving home that night, I found myself loving weapons. More like guns. Or .22 LR pistols.