Demonic || Seventeen

Demonic 6

The med tent was a whirlwind of activity and emotion as night fell. Soonyoung, with a cheery disposition that seemed to cut through the tension, had instructed one of the medics to fetch spare clothes for Minghao. Minghao had been quietly sitting on the cot, his gaze flickering between Seokmin's sleeping form and his own hands, still stained from the fight. He was clearly lost in thought, the guilt evident in his eyes.

Mingyu, who had been silently keeping watch over Seokmin, noticed Minghao's troubled expression. His own feelings were conflicted, but he chose to remain silent, allowing Minghao space to process his emotions. Seungkwan and Hansol, meanwhile, engaged in a quiet conversation, trying to keep the mood light in the midst of the chaos.

The tent's flaps rustled as Seungcheol, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan entered, their presence commanding immediate attention. Junhui and Chan followed behind them, Chan's small but imposing figure dragging Yunmin, who was clearly struggling to break free. Despite his smaller stature, Chan's strength was undeniable. His grip on Yunmin was firm, almost effortless, as he maneuvered the larger, struggling figure into the tent.

Yunmin, his clothes disheveled and his face smeared with dirt and blood, fought against Chan's hold. His attempts to wriggle free were futile against the sergeant's determined grip. Chan, unfazed by Yunmin's resistance, continued his casual conversation with Junhui as if he were merely escorting a misbehaving child.

"So, did you finish the report?" Chan asked Junhui, his tone light and conversational, even as he dragged Yunmin towards an empty cot. "I've been dying to hear if the new supplies came in."

Junhui, with a smile that belied the seriousness of the situation, responded. "Not yet, but I'll make sure to follow up tomorrow. For now, let's get this troublemaker settled."

Chan finally reached an empty cot and, with a deft motion, dropped Yunmin onto it. The impact wasn't gentle, but Yunmin was too worn out to protest much. Chan quickly stepped back, leaving Yunmin to sit dazed and disheveled on the cot.

Junhui, ever the careful observer, made sure Yunmin wouldn't cause any more trouble. He stood nearby, his gaze sharp as he monitored Yunmin's movements. Satisfied that Yunmin wasn't trying anything foolish, Junhui turned his attention to his husband, Wonwoo, who had been following closely behind.

Wonwoo, his expression a mix of stern authority and concern, approached Junhui. The two exchanged a brief but meaningful look, their silent communication speaking volumes. Junhui leaned in for a quick kiss, a small gesture of reassurance amidst the chaos. Wonwoo's eyes softened, and he gave Junhui a nod before turning his focus back to the med tent.

Meanwhile, Soonyoung and Jihoon, who had been sharing a lighthearted moment amidst the medical duties, watched the unfolding scene with a mix of amusement and professionalism. Jihoon, ever the focused medic, continued checking supplies while Soonyoung, his affection for Jihoon evident in his every glance, moved to help with the new arrivals.

As Seokmin lay on his cot, fast asleep despite the commotion, his friends kept watch. Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Hansol had settled into a quieter part of the tent, their earlier conversations having faded into a more subdued tone.

Joshua, taking a brief respite from his own duties, joined Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Hansol, his presence a comforting one amid the unrest. He spoke to them in hushed tones, his calm demeanor helping to ease the tension that still lingered in the tent.

As the medics continued their work and the lieutenants dealt with Yunmin, the med tent slowly began to settle into a semblance of order. Minghao, still grappling with his guilt and fatigue, tried to rest on his cot. The night was far from peaceful, but for now, there was a tentative calm as the medics and lieutenants worked to restore some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos.