Discipline || Yoonmin

Regrouping

~4 months later~ February 2017

"Captain?"

The word shot out of Park Jimin's lips before he had even processed the thought.

So much so that he practically sprang off of the latter.

Just barely evading a falling piece of plaster.

"Jimin?"

Indeed.

It was his Captain.

After seeing his entire unit, Jimin had known that his Captain was lurking about.

However, not like this.

Not bloodied beyond the point of recognition.

"Baby, is that you?"

Not as feeble as a child as he failed to prop himself up on his shoulder.

Thus, leaving more than enough hope for lurking Tokugawa assassins.

Not that Park Jimin would let them.

"It is you."

There was something quite disconcerting about Captain Kim Namjoon's gentle smile paired with the image of his Lieutenant gagging an assassin with a remote control.

However, such details could be bypassed when their eyes met once more.

"Baby."

Or not.

"Not now."

Though Namjoon's loving tone could have proven otherwise, they truly were amidst complete and utter chaos.

Therefore, he would just have to content himself with Jimin's brusque movements as he wrapped an arm around his waist. This was as close as he would be getting to any signs of affection for now.

Much to his dismay.

"But Jimin-."

Shit.

Shoving Namjoon to the side, Jimin took hold of a floor lamp.

His eyes darting from side to side, he took his growing number of assailants.

Each donning condescending looks towards his weapon of choice.

However, the joke was on them.

Not that anybody laughed as he impaled the last of them.

Just in time to hit the woman that had begun gagging Namjoon.

"Care to explain just who." Jimin could only grunt as he pulled his Captain to his feet. "Did this to you?"

"For you to avenge me?" Namjoon lightly chuckled.

Only to wince as Jimin wrapped an arm around his waist.

Not that the latter noticed as he only tightened his hold on him to evade a punch.

"More to thank him for reminding you just why your ass should have remained in the safe house."

After a hard shove, Jimin's sentence finished in the crook of Namjoon's shoulder.

Caught by surprise, Namjoon tried to steady them as best as he could. Only to be reminded of how perfectly Jimin had always fit against him. So much so that his lips always brushed the nape of Namjoon's neck when they were close. Be it intentional or not, his gentle touch had always boggled Namjoon beyond repair. Ridding him of any rational thought as his breath tickled his skin.