𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊 [HIATUS]

A Taste of Pain

Y/N

I. Hate. Captain. Jeon.

He's a complete arsehole.

At this point, you've lost count of how many chin-ups you've done. You just know that you'll be tremendously sore in the morning... which is unfortunate, but not the end of the world. You've endured worse.

It's been at least two hours now since Captain Jeon and Jung left you, and you're still going. Which isn't necessarily bad after that punishment your old captains gave you years ago...

It sucked.

You feel like you're literally drowning in your own sticky sweat, and every muscle in your body burns furiously. It's starting to feel like you just fell off a building and plopped like an unfortunate, squished bug on the solid ground.

You let out another puff of air as you slowly pull yourself up, wincing from the strain and difficulty, but pushing yourself forward anyway.

Jungkook

I trudge towards the training room once again, expecting Y/N to be doing something else to try and make up for not continuing her chin-ups like I said to. But no making up will ever create a difference. You do what I say, or face the consequences.

All the scrumptious possibilities of harsh punishments flow through my mind like a raging river. Make her do a handstand all night? A burn mark on her back? Hold a flaming hot piece of charcoal?

I'm almost skipping down the lucious hallway now, a bounce evident in every excited step. Thank the gods this corridor is empty and soundless, me as an exception of course, at the moment.

I arrive at the clear window, and what I see disappoints but shocks and and amuses me a little. I've been shocked so many times today I might get a seizure.

Y/N is still going.

After a quick moment of dozing off, I snap back into reality. It's unbelievable, the fact that after two hours she's still pushing herself over the limit and obeying my orders. But I notice that Y/N's face is twisted into a pained grimace, with a bucket of determination slapped right on top. But the determination is only hanging on by a thread.

But she isn't dying. She's obviously done something like this before.

Wait what if Y/N pulls a muscle or something? Head Kim's gonna be so angry at me if she does.

I burst into the room.

Y/N

My head whips around at the sudden, obnoxious noise, my hands still barely grasping the nauseating, sweaty bar.

"You can stop now," Captain Jeon says gruffly, slowly walking towards you.

FINALLY!!!

You immediately loosen your previously tight grip on the bar, allowing yourself to drop right to the ground in exhaustion. The next thing you know, your bottom and right cheek is attached to the cool ground. You just stay lying there for a while in silence, meanwhile glowering back at your glaring torturer.

"You said that my punishment was that I had to train extra" you hiss, "and the punishment was unnecessary in the first place. But you do this to me? Really? I didn't deserve this!"

He just looks at you, shining with sweat covering every inch of your skin, sprawled out on the ground, and his eyes soften just the tiniest bit.

"I know," he says quietly.

"You know?" You explode. "What do you mean you-"

"I shouldn't have left you for so long. But you'll have to get used to some harsh punishments from me," Captain Jeon interrupts. "You're done for the day."

"But-"

"Are you talking back to me?" He asks you with a raised eyebrow. The ice never leaves his gaze.

You open your mouth to shoot something right back at him, but then you close it.

Don't lose it, Y/N.

"Fine," you grumble, grabbing your things and storming back to your room to shower and change.