Discipline || Yoonmin

A Loving Father

Indeed, having escaped from directly dealing with their new, deeply wounded yet far-too-unpredictable-to-sanely-approach cases, all remaining available staff had found solace in treating their other patients in the courtyard facing the infirmary. Though they were working in far from ideal conditions, standing in the grass had been more than seemingly satisfactory to them. Not only would Dr. Choi not have their heads for wandering too far away, they were also completely safe from the famed Unit.

So, they had thought.

All until they had heard that scream.

Truth be told.

Upon hearing such a thing.

One often expected a monster to barge from wherever the commotion was coming from. Hence, the staff's silence as they watched the doors to the infirmary's main hall swing open.

In that moment, many had expected an unidentified entity to spring out.

Others had expected a Dread Unit Officer to pop out and chop all of their heads off.

However, none had expected to face a blinking handsome man.

"Did you hear that?"

Closely followed by General Park.

That simple detail all but spurred them back into action.

They knew better than to pry into the General's affairs.

Just as the latter knew better than to care about his soldiers' antics.

"Did I hear what?"

Thus, explaining his calm tone as he led Yoongi down one the stone paths surrounding the courtyard.

"That." Yoongi noted.

Only for his voice to be drowned out by yet another ghastly scream.

"I still didn't hear a thing." General Park lightly chuckled as he folded his hands in the small of his back.

"Is old age perhaps getting to you, Mister Park?"

Raised eyebrow? Check.

Cry of agony? Double Check.

Therefore, justifying Yoongi's shrug as he innocently looked up at the General.

"Do I seem that old, Min Yoongi?"

Ah.

This time there was no denying the chill that ran down Yoongi's back as he took in General Park's gentle smile. This man bore him much more than simple ill will. More than animosity, the killing intent in his gaze was undeniable.

"If I answer that question, I won't be paid." Yoongi carefully answered before throwing back a small smile of his own. "Will I?"

"Do you think me that petty, Min Yoongi?" The General calmly shot back as his steps slowly came to a stop.

"Are you trying to make me judge a book by its cover, Mister Park?" His light chuckle seemed to intrigue the General as the latter silently peered back at him. "This is the first time we've officially met."

Hopefully, the last.

The words were never uttered.

Still, they more than resonated through Yoongi's mind as he started into the General's eyes.

Carefully, he awaited another witty comeback.

Yet, it never came.

Instead, warm laughter wrapped around him. Engulfing him in a tight embrace, it seemed to want to strip away any memory of their unpleasant encounter. All to replace it with the General's gentle pat on his shoulder.