Discipline || Yoonmin

And Denial

Cold.

That was all that Park Jimin should have felt.

Cold water clutching him into a tight embrace.

That was all that Park Jimin should have registered.

Ice cold water clawing away at every inch of his skin.

That was all that Park Jimin should have even begun to think about.

Yet.

Her piercing cry wrapped around him just as tightly as the water surrounding him.

It resonated through his mind just as clearly as it had done the night of her death.

Indeed.

Private Ahn's had been the first death to many.

Closing his eyes, Jimin could only try shutting out her cries.

Only to fail.

After all, his mind was plagued with memories of the brusque soldier.

With the stature and facial features of a man, she had hardly been pleasing to the eye.

To top it off, her gruff voice had held more timber than any man on their squad.

Yet, it had never mattered.

It had never mattered until that very moment.

A clean shot through her head.

A clean shot through her throat.

Only then had her voice been shrill.

Only then had she let out a feminine cry.

A piercing cry now dashing through Jimin's mind.

No matter he did, tainted in pain and agony, it haunted him.

Even more so because in that moment, it had seemed as though-.

No.

In that moment, Private Ahn had known what Park Jimin now suspected.

After all, they were the Dread Unit.

No mere man could have felt their presence.

No highly drugged meat head could have taken down.

Not a single incompetent bodyguard could have taken them down!

Yet.

Even as they had maneuvered their way through a dense forest.

Even as they had approached their target's isolated vacation home.

Even as they had eyed the armed, hostile, perimeter upfront.

Private Ahn had been shot from behind.

At that point.

Only one thought had coursed through their minds.

Their entire mission had been compromised.

Unless they moved fast, their asses would be handed to them.

However.

On second thought.

Would that have really occurred?

Some would have and did think Park Jimin conceited.

Still, he could hardly give a damn.

Never had it and never would it bother him to bypass his superiors' precious one-way tickets to premature deaths. He had a more than damn good head on his shoulders. Therefore, their shit excuses for battle plans could be handed to every damn unit but his.