Discipline || Yoonmin

An Animal's Mama

~3 years earlier~

May 2014

When broken, a record could only replay the same groove.

It would start. Gently strumming away. All before the glitch occurred.

Thus, pulling the record into a never-ending and deafening cycle.

Kim Namjoon was very well aware of the exact moment the glitch would occur.

Still.

He could only wait as Park Jimin's gaze slowly crept up his frame.

He could only wait as Park Jimin's fingers gracefully folded into a fist.

He could only wait as Park Jimin fell into his fighting stance.

Even as his breath stilled, Kim Namjoon could only wait.

After all, his record had started.

Gently strumming away as Park Jimin darted towards him.

The soldier in him was telling him to do something, anything.

Yet, Kim Namjoon was unable to defend himself, let alone move.

He could only focus on the feel of Park Jimin's trained fingers as they crept up his chest.

He could only focus on the heat coursing through his body as he felt Park Jimin's breath against his skin.

He could only focus on the chill that ran down his spine as Park Jimin's lips brushed against his ear.

All before the glitch occurred.

"Focus."

Namjoon could have told Jimin that he had been doing nothing but focusing.

He could have.

However, he was much too busy writhing in pain.

After all.

Jimin had just kneed him in the stomach for the twentieth time this afternoon.

"I did tell you to focus."

"No shit." Namjoon coughed as he held a hand to his stomach.

He had only known Park Jimin for five months.

Therefore, it was only logical that he sometimes forgot that the young man was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. Hell, in that skinny little frame of his lay the strength of a bulldozer.

The first few times Jimin had sent his ass flying across the room, Namjoon had been more than fine. Even glad that he seemed to be holding his ground against his most promising officer. However, every part of his body was now regretting ever proposing to spar with the young man.

Not that the latter cared.

"Are you planning on standing up or shall we move to ground combat?"

If looks could kill, Park Jimin would have already been laying in his coffin for all to see.

Indeed, no words could explain the incredulous look on Namjoon's face as he sat up.

"Park Jimin." Namjoon lightly chuckled as he raised a hand to his forehead.

"If you're tired, rest." Jimin ignored him as he cocked his head from side to side. "If I need a lifeless punching bag, there are many in the room."

Park Jimin hadn't even lain a finger on him.

Yet, Kim Namjoon felt as though he'd just been socked right in the face.