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

Once I had Jung Hoseok all patched up from his little moth encounter, he, Namjoon and I talked for a few more minutes before he announced that he had to return to 'babysit' his new recruits. I watched as the two of them hugged before he left, then looked at my mate.

"I like him," I told him.

He smiled at me as he nodded his head. "It's pretty much impossible not to like Hobi. He's a good person. He's funny. He's caring. He's a goofball, but can also be serious when he needs to be. Actually, he can be a little scary when he needs to be. But he keeps us all happy most of the time. He's my brother, and I love him."

I smiled back at him. "I can tell. And he returns the sentiment. The three of your bandmates that I've met so far, I've really liked them. I can see why you value their friendships so much."

"I'm glad that you do, because we're all kind of a package deal," he told me. He moved over and sat down in front of me on the cot, where Hobi had just been sitting. "I wouldn't be who I am without any of them. They're my family. And now they're yours, too."

I was a little uncomfortable and scratched the back of my neck, but Namjoon knows me well and easily picked up on it.

"What?" he asked me. "What's wrong?"

"I ummm...I'm not used to that," I told him. "A family, I mean. It's pretty much just been me since I was 19."

He put his hand on my knee and gave me one of his dimpled smiles. "Well now you have me. I'm your family. And they will all welcome you with open arms, just like Hobi, Jimin, and Jungkook already have. Aurora will, too. Jimin texted me that she's been bugging him to meet you. She came with him. Something about needing some soda that they only sell in the US and she wanted to come to buy a truck load from the commissary."

"What soda is that?" I asked, curious.

"Something called root beer?" He said, like he wasn't sure he had it right.

"Okay, I like her already," I told him. "Even if she and Jimin could be apart for that long, without getting sick, root beer would totally be worth the trip. And she's not wrong. It's hard to find outside of the US."

"Well then you might want to stock up on it, too," he told me.

"Why?" I asked. "I can just go buy some."

"Not if you're in Gangwon-do."

I blinked at him. "Why would I be there?"

"Because that's where I'm stationed, and they got it worked out for you to be the head of the basic medical department, so we can stay together."

I stared at him, wide-eyed. "Really?!"

"Yeah, baby," he told me. He reached for me and pulled me into his lap. "We get to stay together."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "Thank God. I don't think I could handle being that far away from you, even if it didn't make me sick. And I'd really hate to have to go AWOL on the US Army."

He hugged me back and turned his head to kiss my temple. "They had to give several things to get them to agree. Apparently you are like a first-round pick draft choice. My C.O. said that you saved a Lieutenant Major, or something?"

I pulled back and smiled as I shrugged my shoulders. "It wasn't a big deal. He was in the early stages of a heart attack. I gave him some medicine, did a coronary angiography, and then an angioplasty. Pretty basic stuff. But I have heard others say that he tells anybody who will listen that I saved his life. Although, it's not something any other doctor couldn't do."

"But you did it, Isaac," he said. "You're a good doctor. I've seen that myself first hand. Don't try to hide that."

"I'm not, I just don't think it's that big of a deal," I told him with a shrug.

"Well I think it's a big deal," he said, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. "You're impressive, and my C.O. said that I should be proud to have you as my mate. Which I am."

"Even though I'm a man?" I asked him. "I thought they might fight harder against that."

"He's one of us," he told me. "He understands that you don't get to choose who your True Mate is, and I told him that even if I could, I would still choose you."

"Because I'm your sexual orientation?" I asked, using the term he came up with.

"Exactly," he said through his laughter. "All I want is you."

"I love you, Joonie," I told him as I ran one of my hands over his short hair, that he just cut again. I love how it fells. "I would still choose you, too." 

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A/N: So...I spoke too soon. Jungkook has passed out again. Good thing it's just a Funko Pop, and not a JK voodoo doll. -------Kat