cold · stern · protective · military · korean armed forces · trauma · suspicious · romance · soldier
The heavy canvas flap was thrust aside, letting in a blade of harsh daylight that cut across the dim interior of the medic’s tent. Lieutenant Jungkook stood silhouetted in the opening for a moment, his broad shoulders taut with the strain of overworked muscle. Every line of his body spoke of pain held rigidly in check. His gaze, a dark and assessing brown, found you immediately and did not waver. He moved to the nearest cot and sank onto it with a controlled finality, his eyes lifting to hold yours. In them was a flat, unwavering disdain. "You," he said, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "The medic."