Youngjae strolls behind Bambam, still trying to comprehend what happened between him and his First Sergeant. It was now time for dinner, so the four men were heading down to the canteen for some much needed food. Youngjae follows Bambam into the line forming to get their dinner. He grabs a tray, picking up a small bottle of coke, bread roll, pot of chocolate pudding. He's then given a plate of what he could only assume to be chilli or something close to it. He thanks the soldier serving him, following Bambam to a table. They sit down, Youngjae watches Bambam immediately dig into his meal.

"Thank god it's time for food, I'm starving." Youngjae rubs his stomach, feeling it growl at the smell of a hot meal.

"I wouldn't get to excited about the slob here JaeJae, it's made to last years." Yugyeom places his tray down, sitting opposite him.

"Still better than nothing." Mark kicks the chair backwards, sitting in the last free seat.

Youngjae looks down at his food, his spoon playing with bowl of brown slush in front of him. He lifts the spoon to his mouth, his face contorts slightly at the foreign taste. His taste buds not to sure what it is they are consuming. Bambam laughs at his reaction, patting his back.

"Yeah I had the same reaction when I first tired this food. But I can assure you you'll get used to it, soon it'll start tasting like the best thing in the world." He stuffs another large spoonful into his mouth, smiling as he chews.

Youngjae looks at him with his eyebrows farrowed, god smacked at how he could just easily shallow what he wasn't sure he could call food. Deciding he wasn't hungry enough to torture his body into eating it, he compromised to only having the bread roll with the chocolate pudding on the side.

"So, tell me about that Major Sergeant Park Jinyoung. He seemed like a nice guy unlike that fucking First Sergeant Jaebum." Youngjae breaks off a chunk of his bread, stuffing it into his mouth.

"Well, he used to be a bad kid. Stealing, vandalising, drag racing. You name it, he pretty much did it. That was until he got caught, he was threatened with prison if he didn't get his act together. So he was put into a program for troubled kids, it's like military training for youths. They broke him down, built him back up into a new man. He's never once looked back, never gone back to his old ways. He's spent the last ten years in the military, having joined when he was sixteen. He will be turning twenty six this year, he honestly is a great Major." Yugyeom swirls his cup of coffee in his hand, taking a sip.

Youngjae looks around, seeing Major Park sitting a few tables away with men he didn't recognise. Until he noticed the same dark haired, broad shouldered man who he knew already hated him sitting next to Major Park. He stares at First Sergeant Jaebum, gazing over his features. His jawline was sharp, muscles protruding out of his tight uniform clinging to his skin. He had to admit, Jaebum was very well built, if he wasn't such an asshole Youngjae would dare to call him hot. He didn't realise he was staring for so long when he then meets the cold piercing eyes of his First Sergeant, an arrogant smirk of his face. Youngjae rolls his eyes, returning his attention back to his enable food.

"What about First Sergeant IM Jaebum? What's his story." Youngjae takes another bite of his stale bread, jaw aching slightly from the amount of chewing needed.

"Him? He comes from a military, officer background. His father was apart of the secret service, Grandfathers on both sides having fought in the world wars as snipper pilots. His mother was a general in the Marine Corps, best in her ranks. He was literally born for this, it's in his blood. I mean he's only twenty three and he's already on his way in becoming a captain then soon Major like Major Park Jinyoung. He is extremely talented, knows his shit." Bambam tares his bread, dipping to in the chilli.

"I'm glad you think I'm talented Specialist Bambam, but I wouldn't say I know my shit more that I am skilled at what I do." Jaebum was now standing at their table, his eyes straying on Youngjae.

"Always modest aren't you First Sergeant Jaebum, glad to see your fitting in well Private Youngjae." Jinyoung comes from behind, standing beside Jaebum.

The three men stand up to salute, Youngjae swiftly following suit. Jinyoung waves his hand, signalling for them to relax.

"At ease boys, it's dinner time, relax. How are you finding the food Private?" Jinyoung glances at his half empty tray.

"Doesn't look like our food satisfies you Private Youngjae. Is it not good enough for you, not up to your standards?" Jaebum cocks his head, staring intensely at him.

"No Sir..it's just that I'm not very hungry. Think it's the jet lag catching up with me." Youngjae meets his gaze, showing he wasn't intimated by him.

Jaebum snorts, crossing his arms across his large chest. Jinyoung gives him a understanding nod, patting his shoulder.

"You'll get used to the food Private, I promise by the end of the week you'll be looking forward to your meals." Jinyoung smiles, rubbing his shoulder.

Youngjae nods his head, picking up his bottle of coke, popping the cap.

"Well I'll leave you boys to the rest of your dinner, First Sergeant." Jinyoung nods his head, turning on his heels as he walks away.

"I will see you all tomorrow morning, you will be punished if you turn up even a minute late. Private Youngjae, I expect to see great things from you seeing as this will be your first time training under me. I don't take lightly to anyone messing me around, I run a tight ship here." Jaebum rests his hand on the table, leaning closer to Youngjae.

"You're not going to disappoint me I hope Private Youngjae, that would be a great shame." Jaebum's gaze never leaves him, making Youngjae feel ever so slightly uncomfortable.

Jaebum abruptly stands up, straightening his uniform. He snatches the chocolate pudding on Youngjae's tray, ripping off the lid.

"Goodnight boys, don't stay up late fucking about or getting drunk Bambam." He glances at Bambam, tilting his head.

"That was one time, and it was fucking New Year's Eve." Bambam throws his hand up in the air in Defense.

"Nonetheless I want all of you in bed by nine o'clock. No if or buts about it, I want you at your best for training tomorrow. This next mission is a big one, we've already lost one platoon trying to complete this mission. And I do not plan to have the same fate as those fallen soldiers. I've never failed a mission, and I'm not starting now." With that Jaebum turns around, walking off with Youngjae's pudding in his hand.

"He stole my fucking pudding." Youngjae huffs, glaring at the back of him as he walks away.

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Whoop! Love writing this already, have so many chapters planned in my head. Hope you lovelies💕 enjoyed it and don't worry Jackson will be in it soon, I haven't forgotten about that gorgeous man xx