Discipline || Yoonmin

Something Broken

"We want Min Yoongi."

Fearless.

Courageous.

Respectable.

Colonel Choi couldn't help but scoff at the word.

After 10 years in service, she could no longer describe the soldiers around her using such words. By doing so, she would only be trying to subdue their vile and more perverse nature.

After all, Dread Unit Soldiers were everything but respectable.

"We want his head." Lieutenant Wang continued.

"On a silver platter, I presume."

Though her words were directed at her soldier, her gaze lost itself in the turmoil outside. Her eyes, as though a predator watching its prey, chased after lightning as it pierced through the sky. Relentless, it tried to break through the clouds as it battled through the storm.

Just as Lieutenant Wang as he relentlessly tried getting through to her.

"I want my hands wrapped around his neck."

To no avail.

From where she stood, Colonel Choi could perfectly see his reflection in the glass.

Her eyes, having given up on its chase, now settled on his long fingers.

Gently, they slid across his smooth neck.

"I want my nails digging through his skin."

Swiftly, they passed over his tattoos.

Momentarily pausing as he scratched his cheek.

"I want to feel his pulse fading away."

Slowly, his hand slipped to his chest.

Rising and falling with his wide chest.

"Can you guarantee that, Colonel?"

No words could explain the chill that ran down her spine as she met his eyes.

Sitting in one of the Safe House's many couches, Captain Kim looked like something pulled straight out of a masterpiece. Holding his legs close to his chest, he had rested his cheek on his raised knees. His long hair fell into his eyes but he absent-mindedly passed a hand through it. Soon revealing his hazed gaze as he expectantly watched her. Just as he had done two years ago.

"I will never love him as much as I love you."

He wouldn't.

However he would love him.

She would not be the only one in his heart.

The mere thought of it pained her even till this day.

After all.

Perhaps she had been too possessive.

Perhaps she had been too rash.

Perhaps.

He could have still been hers.

"Is that a promise you can keep, Kim Namjoon?"

"Always, Miran. Always."

At that moment, the simple fact that life in itself had a time limit had destroyed all of her trust in him.

So much so that she could do nothing but look away from his reflection.

She needed to get back to her senses.