Taekook Oneshots

Shoot Me

"New recruit, huh? Follow me," I tell the stranger, beckoning him over, and the raven haired male raises an eyebrow at me, deciding to obey the instruction without much argument. Which is odd. Normally, when new recruits appear, they demand proof of why I should be ordering them around. I usually have to beat them up a little in order to get them to pay attention to what I have to say.

This one just accepts it.

He falls in beside me, as I begin to walk toward the training room. He's a quiet, tall kid, with jet black hair and almond shaped brown eyes. He's pale, but healthily so, and he's certainly not weak, as I can see his muscles bulging where the shirt he's wearing is a little too tight.

And yet he's walking beside me, recognising my command without question. This has never happened before.

We stop outside the training room, and I place my hand against the scanner, watching with satisfaction as the door swings open the moment I'm identified. "You'll be able to unlock this yourself once you've been trained," I inform him calmly, holding the door open for him. My eyes widen when he mutters out a quiet 'thank you' under his breath, and he raises an eyebrow at my surprise.

"What? Basic manners toward a superior? I thought this was a gang, where everyone has to respect those above them?" he comments simply, and I frown a little.
"Did you come from a rich family, kid?" I say, confused. He shakes his head, chucking a little.
"Quite the opposite. Parents are addicted to everything, siblings are too aloof to give a shit, and friends are bad news. I used to live in a single room with ten people. So no, I'm not a rich kid. I just know how to be a human."

He then smirks slightly. "And, with due respect, I'd prefer if you don't call me 'kid'. I'm pretty sure I'm only a few years younger than you, at most."

I nod slowly, awkwardly, gesturing uselessly towards the training equipment. "This is where you'll spend the majority of your time for the next few weeks. I've been assigned to train you, so you'll also have to spend a lot of time with me. The likelihood is that we'll be partners after this, if we get on well. If not, then just be patient and you'll be put with someone else."

He nods once to show that he's listening. "Training isn't just physical. As well as being able to fight and shoot a gun, you'll also need to be taught various other skills. Most of us can speak at least one other language, for business reasons, and at least half of us can cook. You need good first aid knowledge and an understanding of the gang you're working in as well."

"What language can you speak?" he asks curiously, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. But I'm not fooled. There's a glint in his eyes, which tells me that he's not as innocent as he lets on. This is no obedient dog. This is someone powerful, listening because it benefits him.
"I can speak Thai and Japanese," I say quickly, and his eyes widen. "I also know a few words of French and I'm trying to learn German."

"That's a lot," he comments, and I shrug, nodding in agreement. "So, when does my training start?"

I look over at a timetable on the wall, scanning it quickly, and nodding when I see when I'm scheduled to begin his training. "Tomorrow, unless anything changes between now and then. You'll meet me outside this room at 9 in the morning. Make sure you've had breakfast and gotten dressed appropriately by then."

He nods in understanding, as I lead him back out of the room. "Now, follow me, and I'll take you to your new dorm. You'll be staying with some other trainees at the moment, then you'll be put with your partner. Any questions?"

He shakes his head, and we walk over to the dorm. I smile awkwardly. "I'll see you tomorrow. What's your code name?"
He raises an eyebrow. "What about my real name?" he questions. I shrug.