*******Isaac's POV*******

"Got another one for you, Doc Whitley!" a soldier said as he deposited another man on the one empty bed left in my tent.

"Jesus," I said as I finished up with the stitches I was working on. "I thought that these were supposed to be 'friendly' games. Can't you take him to another doctor's tent?"

"Nope. They're all full-up, too," he told me. "Sorry. You know us Americans don't mess around."

"Funny how every patient I've had today is American and not Korean," I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that, Doc?"

"Nothing," I replied.

"I'm getting back out there," He told me before sprinting out of the tent.

I moved onto my next patient, who had a giant gash across his forehead.

"How did this happen?" I asked him as I got some supplies to clean up the cut so I could assess if he needed stitches or not.

"We were having a relay game, and I tripped and hit my head on a rock," the guy told me as I used a Q-tip to clean around his wound.

"Smooth," I told him with a laugh.

"I'm not the most graceful of people, Dr. Whitley," he told me.

I used my pen light to scan his eyes and asked him to follow my finger. "I think that you might have a concussion. No more playing around for you today. I'll have somebody take you to the main medical office after you're cleaned up. You need to be monitored, and a nurse will make sure you don't fall asleep for too long. If you feel like you're going to be sick, let somebody know."

"Thanks, Doc, but I fee–ee–ell fiiiineeeee," he said, slurring his words a little. I watched as his eyes rolled back, then he passed out and fell backwards onto the cot.

I called for an emergency transport and helped them get the man on the cart before going back into my tent to keep working.

By the end of the day, I had seen upwards of around 50 soldiers in my tent, and it was a mess. I sat in a chair, looking around, trying to decide where I should start so I could clean it up. I took a drink of water, then put on some gloves and grabbed a trash bag to start.

"Need some help?" I heard from the doorway.

I turned to look and saw two Korean men in full fatigues standing there, their sleeves rolled up past their elbows, and hats slouched low on their heads.

"No, thank you," I told them. "Is there something that I can help you with?"

They ignored my question and walked farther into the tent. One of them took the trash bag from me, and they both started picking up the mess of medical supplies that I had thrown about during my insanely busy day.

"You don't have to do that," I told them. "But if you're going to, at least put gloves on first." I motioned to the box of gloves on the shelf and they both walked over and put on a pair, then started cleaning up again.

"그가 왜 그에게 반했는지 알 수 있습니다," One of them said in Korean.

"예. 그는 작고 귀엽습니다. 완전 그 사람 타입이야," the taller one replied.

"그는 전혀 빅풋처럼 보이지 않습니다," the smaller of the two said and they both laughed.

I listened to them and tried to put together what they were saying with the small amount of Korean I know. Something about 'falling for him' and 'his type' and I think Big Foot. I was really confused.

"Uhh...can I ask why you're both here?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going on. "Do you need a doctor?"

"No," the smaller one said in English. "We just wanted to meet you."

"Me? Why?" I asked, no less confused.

"We wanted to meet the object of Hyung's affections," the tall one said with a giggle that scrunched up his nose. "He won't shut up about you."

I stared at them for another moment before their identities finally came to me.

"You're Jimin and Jungkook." I said it as a statement, not a question, because it was painfully obvious who they are now, and I'm a little embarrassed that I didn't recognize them right away. Since meeting Namjoon, I had done some research on BTS and really started to get into them. 

"Yes. Hello," they said and bowed to me at the same time.

I bowed back to them. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Isaac."

"We know," Jimin said with a laugh. "Namjoonie-Hyung talks about you a lot."

"He does?" I asked. I don't know why I was surprised by this. We spent all of our free time together, and the other members were his family, of course he told them about me. Although, when I mentioned the other day that he hadn't even told them about me, yet, he didn't correct me.

"He said that you're his True Mate," Jungkook told me. "I think we were all a little surprised that you're a man."

"Namjoon was, too," I told them. I turned and grabbed another trash bag to continue cleaning up with their help. "You guys are here for the games?"

"Yes," Jimin said as he handed Jungkook a bottle of hand sanitizer to set on the table next to one of the cots. "We just got here two days ago. Our unit was in the middle of new training when the games started, so we got here late."

"It's nice that you got to come and see Namjoon," I told them. "I know he misses all of you guys."

"We're not the only ones here," Jungkook said. He tied off the full trash bag in his hands and went to get another one. "Hobi-Hyung is here, too, with the new group of soldiers he's training, and Jin-Hyung is here. He's not participating, just watching, since he gets out in a few days. He's just enjoying his free time."

"That's awesome," I told them. "I hope that I get to meet them, too."

"All of the members are excited to meet you," Jimin told me. "So is my mate, Aurora, since she's the only other mate that any of us have found."

Jungkook cleared his throat and blushed, but didn't say anything.

Jimin looked at him and then spoke in Korean. "죄송합니다. 잊어버렸어..."

"그 사람은 내 친구가 아니거든요," Jungkook replied, his voice sounding annoyed.

"그녀도 그렇습니다. 너희 둘 다 바보일 뿐이야," Jimin told him.

Something about not being a mate and being an idiot, I think is what was said.

Jungkook frowned and stayed quiet, moving away from Jimin to keep cleaning stuff up.

"I feel like I missed something," I told them. "I know a little Korean, but you guys talk fast, so I just got bits and pieces." I shook my bread. "Sorry. It's none of my business.

"You don't have to apologize," Jimin told me. "Jungkook found his True Mate right after I found mine. But neither of them wanted to be tied down, so they just hooked up for a few months, without actually mating, to make their wolves happy, then we had to join the military and he hasn't talked to her since. As I told him in Korean, they're both idiots."

"Hyung, shut up," Jungkook said, glaring at Jimin. "You have no right to tell anybody my business."

Jimin just shrugged at him. "I'm the Alpha. I do what I want."

"What're you both doing here?" Namjoon asked as he walked into my tent. "I told you to leave him alone."

"We just wanted to meet him, Hyung," Jungkook told him. "We like him."

"Yeah," Jimin said. "We're just helping him clean up."

I smiled at my mate. "Hi, Joonie."

He walked over and leaned down to kiss me, making the other two in the tent giggle and causing Delwyn to purr happily in my head.

"Hi, baby," he told me. He looked around at the mess my tent still was and then back at me. "Rough day?"

"You could say that," I told him as I started cleaning again. "Sometimes I wished I liked people more and had agreed to having a nurse or two to assist me."

He laughed and started helping. "Well you've got me and these two idiots for now."

"Hey!" Jungkook and Jimin both said at the same time.

"Rude," Jimin told him. 

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A/N: If you've read any of my other books, especially my Hobi stand-alone, called Too Good to Be True, then you'll know that, in my head, fictional Jimin's favorite word is 'rude.' I just had to add that part in. -------Kat

Had to add a little Jimin and Jungkook smiles for this one.