*******Namjoon's POV*******

"Sir," I said, bowing as I entered the office of my commanding officer.

"Come in, Specialist, Kim," he said as he waved a hand at the chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat."

I sat down in front of him, but on the edge of the chair, nervous about what he was about to tell me.

"You can relax, Namjoon," he told me, using my given name for the first time since I had been assigned to his unit. "You're not in trouble. This is about the conversation we had the other day."

"To be honest, sir," I said, scooting back a little, but not relaxing at all. "I figured that's what it was about. And I'm nervous to hear your answer."

"Well..." he said, looking at a piece of paper in front of him. "Luck must be on your side at the moment. You see, I put in a request to the US military to loan us Dr. Whitley for an undetermined amount of time. I know one of their Majors, and my sister being who she is, is on good terms with all of the people who make the big decisions for them, as well. However, in order for a loan to proceed, there has to be a need in our Army for something that the US soldier, or doctor in this case, can fill better than our other options at the moment."

"I see," I said, nodding, just wishing he would get on with it.

"As I said, luck is on your side," he told me. "Our lead basic medical doctor got a little excited about the games and decided to participate in some of them. He ended up with a broken collarbone, broken arm, and a dislocated shoulder. He had to be sent home on medical leave. We don't have any options to replace him at the moment. He has four doctors working under him, but two are still interns, and two are in the early years of their residency, so they can not be promoted to Department Head. Your mate has been the head of the medical department on this base for two years, and everything that I have heard about him shows that he's a great doctor and is very well respected. Hell, he's even earned awards in combat training. The US military can replace him with the next doctor under him, as he completed his last year of residency last year, under Dr. Whitley. He has been trained by him, and they feel like he can handle the job. So that means that Dr. Whitely will be returning to Gangwon-do with us when we leave next week."

I blinked at him a few times, stunned by what he had told me. I guess that I thought this would be harder to arrange than what it was.

"Did you hear me, Specialist Kim?" He asked. He snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. "You and your mate will be able to stay together."

"I heard you, sir," I told him. "I'm just a little shocked, is all. I'm surprised that it was so easy."

He sat back in his chair and stared at me. "Believe me when I say that this was not easy. You know how professional sports work, right? When they trade somebody to another team, they get somebody else, and sometimes they also get extras, like a higher draft choice or something like that."

I nodded my head. "I do, sir."

"Well, it's like that. They're getting a Lieutenant Colonel, two nurses, and some artillery for loaning us your mate for the foreseeable future."

"That's a lot to give them, sir," I said.

"Indeed it is, Specialist Kim," he told me. "But they apparently think your mate is worth all of that. You should ask him about the things he's done since he was deployed to our country. He once saved the life of a Lieutenant General. He's impressive. You should be proud."

I stared at him for a moment. "I...I am proud of him, sir. Thank you for making all of this happen."

"My sister deserves most of the thanks," he said. "She facilitated the trade guidelines. But I will pass on your gratitude to her."

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate that," I told him as I stood up and saluted him before leaving his office.

Once outside, I finally released the figurative breath I had been holding since being summoned to his office. I pulled out my phone to text Isaac.

Me: Hey, where are you? We need to talk.

Isaac: Well that sounds ominous.

Even with how good my English was, I didn't know that word, so I had to look it up before answering him.

Ominous: Giving the impression that something bad or unpleasant is going to happen.

Me: Not ominous at all, baby. I just need to tell you something.

Isaac: Are you breaking up with me?

Me: Can you break up with your True Mate after you've already mated?

Isaac: I don't know. But whenever something good happens in my life, I pretty much just wait for the other shoe to drop.

Me: What does that mean?

Isaac: It means that the best thing that's ever happened to me, is you. And now I'm just waiting on something bad to come around and ruin it.

Me: Well that's optimistic.

Isaac: It's realistic, Namjoon. This is how my life has always gone.

Me: Baby, you will never lose me. Now tell me where you are.

Isaac: It's the middle of the day. Where do you think I am?

Me: Your tent?

Isaac: Bingo.

I rolled my eyes at his attitude and headed for his tent. When I got there, I saw that he was treating a patient whose back was to me, but I could see the Korean flag on his right shoulder.

"You'd think that with how long you've been enlisted," he was telling the soldier as he dabbed a cotton swab with medicine on it to his eyebrow. "That you would have gotten over this fear. I can't believe you hurt yourself running from a moth."

"They're scary!" the man said, and I instantly recognized his voice. "It was trying to eat me!"

"Having some problems without Jimin around to kill bugs for you, Hobi?" I asked as I walked farther into the medical tent.

He turned and looked at me. "This moth was gigantic, Joon-ah. I think it was plotting a military takeover."

"To which you would have complied?"

"Obviously. It was terrifying," he told me with a shrug as he turned back to Isaac.

"And you didn't go to one of our own doctors, why?" I asked him as I stood next to the bed.

"Jimin and Jungkookie got to meet your mate," he said. "I wanted the honor of doing the same."

Isaac rolled his eyes as he placed a Band-Aid above Hobi's eyebrow. "You could have just come and said 'hi', you know."

He shrugged again. "I'm training a new set of recruits. They are particularly needy. I was having trouble getting away. This, at least, gave me an excuse and not just nightmares of giant bugs."

Isaac and I looked at each other, then we both busted up laughing.

Once he'd regained his composure, Isaac offered his hand to Hobi, who shook it with his own.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Hoseok. No matter the reason."

"You can call me Hobi," he said. "Everyone does." 

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A/N: I love Hobi. As most of you know by now, he's my bias. Jungkook is, too. But Hobi is my ultimate of ultimate baises. That being said, if he was going to get hurt, this is 100% how it would happen. -------Kat