Discipline || Yoonmin

A First Memory

"He wouldn't even dare play during office hours. Isn't that right, rookie?"

They'd worked in the same department. Private Taeil's desk had been right next to his. Just as close as Taeyong's on his right hand side! Hell, they'd joined the Dread Unit at the same time! Therefore, Taehyung could take everyone's shit but theirs! Today would be the end!

Starting by wiping off his roommate's smug look.

"In some first person shooter games, even if shot in the head, some refuse to go down. Should I give it a try?"

No words could explain how pale Taeyong had grown as Taehyung pointed his gun's barrel right at his head.

"Now, that's enough!" Chief Jung snapped as he stepped between the two of them.

All under Sergeant Lee Hoya's amused chuckle. Slipping off his eye protection, he turned to focus on the young officers.

"But here's the catch Private." He smiled as his eyes met Taehyung's. "We are not the ones shooting in your games."

"Don't encourage them!" Chief Jung clucked his tongue before ripping the gun out of Taehyung's hands.

"Why not?" Dongwoo noted as he raised his gun. "Hoya's got a point."

"After all, when we shoot." Jackson started as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Our prey always goes down."

As though on cue, the end of Mark's sentence perfectly echoed with Dongwoo's gunshot. So much so that the youngsters couldn't help but slightly blink as their gazes turned over to the wall. Instead of meeting perfectly lined up black figures, their gazes focused on a piece of paper as it slowly swayed in the wind before settling on the ground.

All that was the left of the black figure?

Its head.

"But I like your bravery rookie." Jackson winked as he sidled closer to him.

All before getting hit at the back of the head by Chief Jung. He couldn't help but swear under his breath as he glared at his chief. Though petite, he held his ground as he glared right back at him. Even blowing a lock of his dark brown hair out of his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest.

"The key is to integrate him, not verbally abuse him!" He clucked his tongue back at him as he scoffed.

"What gives you the right to go all out on me, Chief?" He warned as he mirrored his stance.

"Your stupidity, Lieutenant!"

Hoseok-1/ Jackson-0

Jackson could only mock gasp back at him as he slightly stuck his tongue out at him. Before he could retaliate, Dongwoo stepped in and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Who's verbally abusing who now, Chief Jung?" He winked at him as he rolled his eyes. "Let us give the boy some love, our way."

"And have me pick up the pieces of his dignity on your way out?" He sighed as he stopped his fingers from playing with his hair.

"You dote on him like some sort of mother hen." Hoya cut in as he joined them, wrapping his arms around Taeyong's neck.

"Why can't we do the same?" Dongwoo smiled as he rested his head on Jackson's shoulder.

"You call this doting?"

"Considering we always make it out alive because of Intel." Mark noted without looking up from his book for even a second.