Discipline || Yoonmin

Then Strangers

~1 Year Later~
February 2017

There were words for people like Sergeant Mark Tuan.

Lean.

Toned.

Even handsome.

However, in Kim Seokjin's book, he all but amounted to one special word.

"Hm?"

Silent.

"Did you say something?"

Painfully.

Excruciatingly.

Silent beyond repair.

"I guess you didn't."

Indeed, no words could describe the defeated sigh that left Seokjin's lips as he took in Mark's blank stare, for the umpteenth time since he'd set foot inside his office.

"Look."

Now.

Judging a book by its cover was not a prerequisite for Seokjin's job.

If he had been one to simply believe that the banshees entering his infirmary, on a daily basis, were in direr need than his other near mute patients. Several people would have died on his watch.

Put more precisely.

His close-but-not-yet-quite-unemployed ass would have been kicked to the curb.

Long ago.

"You, for lack of a better term, waltz in here every day even though your wounds should have all but clamped you to your bed."

That being said.

"To be quite honest with you, you shouldn't be coming to me but Dr. Ahn."

He was patient with whomever came to him.

"The only problems you could have are psychological and I can't be the judge of that."

He truly was.

"However, do rest assured."

Bad joke? Check.

"In my field, you are as fit as fiddle."

Frowning Dread Officer? Acquired.

"So."

Indeed, Kim Seokjin was caring towards all of his patients. Thus, leading most to take his kindness as so much more than met the eye.

"Take it as you may but I have other patients to tend to."

In all honesty, Seokjin could comprehend their reasoning.

Not only was he smart enough to take a look in the glass every morning and understand just why he was still single; he was also smart enough to look around the base once in a while and give himself a pat on the back.

There were worse people than him.

People that he, of all people, could charm.

"Such as your Captain."

However, no soldier in the book was nearly dumb enough not to come up with that same equation. Put more precisely, no soldier in the book was nearly shy enough not to get off of their ass and actually do something.