𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊 [HIATUS]

Welcome to Hell

The next day.

Y/N

You rise tiredly from the warm comfort of your bed and glance at the digital clock on your bedside table.

6:00.

Training always starts at 7:00. You have time.

You drag yourself out of the area in which you were comfortably nestled for the night, and slouch through your entire morning routine. Today, you just go with a maroon t-shirt and black leggings. You pull your thick curls up into a messy ponytail and slide on black training shoes before slipping out the door.

First day of your training with the Elite group of this segment. Great.

You really aren't prepared for what is to happen, since it's always you harshly training the soldiers, not the other way around. You haven't had to experience how it feels to be a soldier in an awfully long time.

Stop thinking about this stuff, Y/N! You might punch a hole in the wall!

You shake your head as you enter the elevator that you'll probably be using very regularly in the future.

Why does your life have to be so miserable?

You eventually blindly bump your way into the training room after eating some breakfast in the cafeteria, and it doesn't look any different compared to your old one.

That's good.

All your favourite weapons are still there, looking in good shape. At least that's one thing you can work with in this horrid place.

Your eyes continue to curiously scan the dark coloured room. You spot the 6 figures of your new instructors. One is missing.

They're standing, talking amongst themselves, while the other early trainees sit on the floor, chatting away happily.

You suddenly notice something that really disgusts you to the core. The girls are trying to impress the captains. Of course, the guys aren't paying any attention to the moronic weebs, but the girls continue to act like actual strippers in useless hope of impressing at least one of the gorgeous men in front of them.

You scrunch up your face in distaste.

Maybe I should get them a huge mirror to show them how ridiculous they look.

"Kang! You can come over here. We're starting in five minutes!" Captain Jung exclaims cheerfully at you across the room.

You smile, which really isn't difficult in the presence of the ball of sunshine anymore, and start towards the group.

   You have this little tingling feeling that tells you somehing's missing, but you just brush it off.

   "Good morning captains," you greet.

   "Morning, Y/N!" Captain Kim Seokjin exclaims.

   "Jin Hyung!" Captain Kim Namjoon scolds.

   "What?" Captain Seokjin replies.

   "It's informal to call our soldiers by their first name right now. And stop acting like a child," Captain Min grumbles.

   "I think it's perfectly fine calling Y/N by her first name. I mean, she's cool. Unlike them," Captain Park says, putting an arm around your shoulders and eyeing the group of immature girls.

   "Jimin! Stop it, you're going to scare her away!" Captain Kim Taehyung says, lifting Captain Park's arm off of your shoulders with force.

   Jimin pouts, looking like the most adorable child ever. His cheeks puff out, resembling a mochi.