Discipline || Yoonmin

A First Memory

~2 months earlier~

November 2016

"Aim for the neck."

The black figure stared back at him, motionless as it awaited its end.

"Then the head."

Slowly, his gun rose as he prepared himself to make the shot.

"Instant death."

Instant death would have meant that his bullets had gone through the black figure's head and neck with a clean hole.

Put simply.

Death would have meant Taehyung actually hitting his target.

Something he failed to do as his teammates watched each of his bullets etch themselves deeper into the wall opposite them. The black figure, though lifeless paper, seemingly smirked back at a blinking Taehyung.

"Try again." Chief Jung encouraged him.

To no avail.

The same deafening sound of bullets hitting concrete crept up Taehyung's spine. Just as slowly as Chief Jang Dongwoo's laughter as he got to his feet. Taehyung didn't dare look at him but he could perfectly imagine the smug look on his Chief's face. He could just feel his confident stride as he walked over to the booth right next to Taehung's.

"The key is to actually hit the target, rookie." Dongwoo cackled as he slipped on his ear protection.

Taehyung did allow himself to look at him this time, only to regret his choice the moment he did.

Of course, Taehyung had felt odd when he'd slipped on his gear. However, he now felt as though a child as he took in his chief's lean physique. Even as he slipped on horrid looking yellow eye protection, his cocky grin still made him all the more handsome. Making Taehyung want to crawl all the way back to a toddler's sandbox.

Thankfully Chief Jung was there to protect his dignity as a man.

"He's never practiced in a shooting range like ours."

Or not.

Taehyung could only wallow deeper into his shame as Private Taeyong set down his gun.

"Then maybe he should go back to his polished desk."

No one but his roommate could be aware of his acute sense of cleanliness. So much so that Taehyung couldn't help but throw a look at Private Taeyong. Only to meet a disdainful look that perfectly matched that of his brisk tone.  

"At least then you'd reach your targets when playing Call of Duty."

Taehyung didn't even play Call of Duty.

It was Halo.

However, he would die before giving Taeyong the satisfaction.

"Officer!" Chief Jung warned as he stepped away from Taehyung.

"He doesn't seem like the type to do that."

As though a sign of salvation, Taehyung looked over to the owner of the gentle tone. Instead of practicing his shooting like the others, Sergeant Mark Tuan was sitting at a table, a large manuscript in his hands. Taehyung prayed that his sentence had brought this conversation to an end. However, it would seem that roommates were at the ready today.

"Right?"

Taehyung immediately cursed Lieutenant Jackson Wang as the latter walked over to his roommate, Sergeant Tuan. More than done with his roommate's antics, Mark could only roll his eyes before handing his bottle of water to Jackson. The latter gladly smiled before taking a large swig and emptying the bottle. Handing the bottle back to Mark with as much cheerfulness as when he'd received it. Only to have the bottle thrown back at his face the following minute. With this, Private Taeil could easily continue Jackson's sentence.