𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊 [HIATUS]

Mr. Frost

Y/N

You jolt upwards sharply as the firm knocks coming from the door reaches your ears.

It's probably that captain... Jung? I think?

The thought of this guy having such a title and knowing that you've lost it just makes you even more furious than before.

You stomp over to the door, anticipating the person you know you will envy, and open it.

You come face to face with a tall blonde figure smiling from ear to ear.

And of course, he's muscular. It's a requirement.

"Hey, you must be Agent Kang Y/N. I'm Captain Jung Hoseok, but unfortunately, you can only call me by my last name, you know that right?" he asks warmly.

He reminds you of an actual ball of radiant sunshine from, like, Teletubbies.

...

Nevermind, they're creepy as hell.

But how much of a moron does this guy think you are? Who doesn't know that?

That just goes to show how distant and how much the segments lack in communication with each other.

"Of course I know," you say, trying not to sound rude and cracking a small, forced smile back at him.

Does he even know that I almost became head of my segment before I transferred here and my whole world suddenly crumbled?

You decide to keep that information to yourself, though. If you're going to be forced to act like a soldier, then that's what you have to do. No questions. That's an unspoken rule.

You'll just have to prove that you at least deserve to be a low ranking Captain.

Of course, you have no idea how good the skill level of the agents are in this new place, but you still have to try to earn that reputation here. You refuse to allow all of your life's work get thrown away like a nasty piece of used tissue.

"Good. Now get into proper clothes. I'll give you a tour of the place, then we'll have lunch. Training starts tomorrow," Captain Jung is literally still smiling widely. So wide you think his defined face might split.

You've never met anyone so... hopeful and kind and encouraging in your life.

But you never know, he may just be faking this type of personality to cover up a much more unpleasant one.

Stop overthinking everything, Y/N. He's just trying to be nice.

"Ok," you respond, before disappearing back into your bright room.

You trudge over to your packed suitcase and take out the uniform that was folded on top.

You sadly brush your fingers over your golden badge and the other hard-earned awards pinned beside it.

I really don't want to, but it's time for us to separate now.

You slowly take off all of the pins and toss them back into the suitcase.

"Whatever, I don't need the pins and medals to prove anything," you mutter to yourself.

You throw the official uniform back into the suitcase as it is only worn for ceremonies and such.

You slip on a skintight, dark green turtleneck and pair it with ebony pants that are designed to hold a lot more than a mere gun. You finish your outfit off with flat but still stylish black boots and look at yourself in the mirror.