Discipline || Yoonmin

Then Lust

10 minutes. 600 seconds. That was all the time Kim Seokjin had wasted staring at a payphone.

After all, he still hadn't found the answer to an existential question: To dial or not to dial?

"'Tis the question." He sarcastically added aloud.

Only to reprimand himself for it the following minute.

For the umpteenth time, Seokjin let his head fall against the payphone. Never mind the fact that he felt incredibly disgusted by this payphone. Hell, he was more than sure that more than a fair share of people had puked all over it over the years.

Never mind that fact, he felt purely and utterly lost.

His head was telling him to dial.

In his defense, Park Jimin was a Top Officer.

An animal, a damned monster in Seokjin's opinion, but a Top officer nonetheless.

He was not meant to be lounging in Kim Seokjin's home.

It was as simple as that.

Yet.

Yet, Seokjin's heart was gnawing at him.

After becoming one of the top doctors in the Special Forces, he had found out many things.

Those things had involved heaps of people heading insane were Park Jimin ever to go missing.

Anything related to Operation Discipline had always involved Seokjin busting his ass more than deemed necessary.

So why on earth was no one busting their ass with Park Jimin oh so far from his Safe House?

He had wound up in Seokjin's home four days ago and no one had come for him.

Why were they leaving him exposed like this?

Why?

It just didn't add up.

Seokjin let out another groan before straightening himself.

To hell with his shit.

His income came from the Special Forces.

He was not getting paid to question their actions.

He was not getting paid to uselessly fuss over Park Jimin's safety.

He was not getting paid to put his neck on the line for any soldier.

If he needed to abide to anyone it was them a.k.a Headquarters!

Nodding to himself he looked at the payphone. In all honesty, he could have used his own phone and everything would have been over and done with. Still, he wanted to distance himself from this as much as he could. This Operation had always been too inhuman for words and Seokjin knew that he wasn't even aware of all of its facets.

The quicker he rid himself of Park Jimin or anything related to him, the better.

However.

Destiny seemed to want his head.

After all, Seokjin didn't have his wallet. Therefore not a single penny to make this call.

To make matters worse, he had washed these jeans just this morning, freeing them of all his loose change.

"Cooperate!" Seokjin hollered at the gods above as he wrapped his hands around the payphone. "What in the hell have I done to you?"