Discipline || Yoonmin

The Real Murderer

"Oh but you do need bodyguards, Park Jimin." 

"What for, sir?"

Truth be told, one could have almost applauded Park Jimin for his perfect timing.

Especially when taking in his unperturbed audience. The latter, oh so lost in its desperate search for an inexistent sandbag, had failed to hear the slight shake in the precious Dread Lieutenant's voice.

Unlike Colonel Yoo.

"To keep you on your toes, Park Jimin."

Indeed.

The precious Dread Lieutenant.

So treasured that their need for him clouded over his recklessness.

So much so that he was being forgiven for everything much faster than the norm.

Much faster than it should ever be allowed.

However, it did not matter, for their Lieutenant Park was coming back to them.

Slowly, but oh so surely, everything was settling back into position.

Exactly as planned.

Lieutenant Park was disoriented.

Broken.

"Lieutenant Park."

At this point in time, he could do nothing but settle into their mold.

He could do nothing but follow their rules.

Thinking for himself was unneeded.

Kissing anyone was uncalled for.

Falling in love was unimaginable.

"Have you perhaps forgotten whom you are?"

There was only so little time left until he truly became their puppet.

Until Park Jimin.

Until this man.

Until this little boy, lovable yet detestable as he may be, would be lost.

Forever.

"Whom would that be, sir?"

Hence leaving Colonel Yoo with only one question.

"You are a Lieutenant."

Would he be alright without his most prized student's smart ass comebacks?

Would he be alright if he never betrayed the whisper of a smile again?

Would he truly?

"The Dread Unit's First Lieutenant."

Though Lieutenant Park's emotions had gone unnoticed by the majority in the room; the same could not be said for Colonel Yoo's. Needless to say, he might have tried to hide his sniffles with coughs but the end result was the same: Lieutenant Park was not about to start caring for his welfare.

"I've been demoted."

Hence, his blank look.

"As you so well put it, sir." He finished before walking over to a nearby bench.

No words could have described the looks his audience gave him as he blatantly drank from his bottle of water. Under the very eyes of a still very much coughing Colonel Yoo. Not that the latter cared as he shook his head.