BT21 Interceptor

17 AE

Namjoon focus

"Today and tomorrow are the last days to prepare for the next fitness examination," Jin said while he assembled his gun. "How do you feel about it?"

Namjoon watched the clumsy fingers of the doc while they tried to fiddle the spring into the slide and wondered how those fingers could operate accurately with a scalpel. For once, he was not the most untalented in a physical exercise. Their physician was way worse, in assembling as well as in shooting. But he was beautiful, which kind of made up for his inability to handle a gun.

"Wait what?" Jimin shouted and made the heads turn towards him. "How's that possible? It's been only 16 days, 17 if you count today."

Namjoon had to hold back to not roll his eyes. It was unbelievable how clueless Jimin was. Had the man learned anything at the Academy, or had his training been reduced to just diplomatic topics?

"Did you never look at the clock after midnight?" he asked, reminding himself of his tone.

Jimin looked at him with wide eyes, something that was related to the times he was surprised, how Namjoon had learned. This was too much, he would not be able to teach the Charmer something that profane without letting his tongue slip. He looked at Jin for help, and the physician fortunately understood.

"Jimin, our days on boar have 28 hours," the doc explained. "In an environment without the natural daylight cycle of Earth we need to regulate our inner clock with daylight-lamps. You might not be able to distinguish a normal lamp from a daylight one, but there's no need for this because Bang provides each with the right daily dose. Scientists of the Space Agency have found out that the 28-hours-rhythm is best for humans, so the ship simulates a 28-hours-day for us*."

Jimin still had this stupid expression on his face.

"So that's why I feel so blithely every morning though Hoseok wakes us up at five," the small honey-haired said.

"Yes," Jin nodded and smiled softly.

Jimin nodded absently and continued assembling his gun. The psychologist was better at this than Jin, but he was much too scared to pull the trigger. Namjoon, in fact, was the best of them. And he blamed the other two for not having proceeded to personal training, yet.

"Everyone ready?" Jungkook asked and took Namjoon's gun from the table to check if it was assembled correctly.

The raven handed it back with a nod.

"Then let's begin."

The three white-shirts stood up and went over to the shooting stations, one free place between each other to prevent Jin hitting another student's target. The clicking of shoved-in magazines and released safety catches echoed through the empty room and then it became perfectly silent.

Jungkook had taught them that concentration was the first step to hitting a target as planned. The soldier had shown them the right posture and how to hold the gun, and by now everyone was able to get into shooting stands without thinking too long. And then the raven had taught them how to focus their concentration and how to breathe correctly. Namjoon could hear Jin breathing in and out before the doc held his breath and fired his first shot. It was not bad, at least he had hit the target this time.

Namjoon smiled in a mix of amusement and gentle adoration and concentrated back on his own target. He relaxed his body, breathed slower, fixated the red spot on the electronic target's chest, and when he felt ready, he breathed out and pulled the trigger. His bullet missed the spot by the width of his palm. He could do better than this.