Foul Mouthed ~Namjin SILVER HAIR

Seokjin's POV

i shifted my weight on each foot as i waited it to be my turn for who knows what they were doing.

My arms were sore for doing more than 100 push-ups and it was making me want to punch the handsome sergeant (namjoon) in the face.

Sergeant Jon

All you will need are your clothes. These will be disposed of so keep going.

I overheard Sergeant Jon tell the guy infront of me as his personal belongings were thrown in a plastic tub.

What. The. Fúck.

I turned my head to see who was behind me and told the person to go ahead.

i held on to my suitcase and i had to come up with something so i could keep my things.

They were not touching facial creams, face scrubs and other important beauty products I brought.

Sergeant Jon

Next.

I cursed under my breath and kept an emotionless face when I witnessed my suitcase be tossed on top of a table.

The overweight sergeant fixed his thick glasses and adjusted his plastic gloves before opening my suitcase.

He checked through all the pockets and took out all my precious babies without a care on what I had to say about it.

*it could be anyone*

All you'll need is your clothes for special events. The necessary products will be provided for you so these aren't allowed.

The sergeant almost sounded pleased as he threw my things away.

I scoffed in frustration.

Seokjin

Easy for you to do since you didn't pay for them...fúcking ásshole.

I whispered the last part.

Sergeant Jon was quick to react and grip the side of my arm with unnecessary force.

Sergeant Jon

Listen here kid, we have rules in this camp and one of them is respecting your elders and sergeants. If you don't get your act together then you are in for some real danger.

He spit with rage too close to my face.

Seokjin

Are you threatening me you? I'm going to súe your fàtass.

I pushed back and yanked my arm away from his hold, almost making him fall on top of the table.

He was ready to say more threatening words but became silent when Sergeant Namjoon entered the cabin.

I don't know if I should be glad or not.

Namjoon

What's the problem.

He strictly stated rather than ask.

The heartattack waiting to happen composed himself behind the table again and acted professional.

Sergeant Jon

Nothing sir, i was simply reminding this young man some of your strict rules. It seems he's not adjusting well to the change.

I rolled my eyes at his pathetic comment and watched Namjoon's reaction.

Was i going to do more push-ups?

However, he was unbothered and went over to stand next to the fat sergeant.

Namjoon

That maybe, but have to forgotten the rules I set for you and the other sergeants here in my camp?

Namjoon took his time to put on a pair of gloves.

Sergeant Jon gulped with anxiousness as everyone stared at him.

Sergeant Jon

No, sir.

He clearly responded.

Namjoon slowly nodded and faintly moved his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

A sign he was not happy.

Namjoon

Then tell me why you're placing your hands on Seokjin. I thought it was well understood that in no circumstance was a sergeant allowed to touch a student in any brutal way.

Namjoon lectured in such a deep yet menacing tone it probably sent a chill to everyone in the cabin.

i immediately looked up and around this place to see where the hidden cameras were.

The only reasonable explaination for him knowing my name already was because he had this area wired with cameras.

*it could be anyone*

I did no such thing sir! He was cursing at me.

The lying sergeant pointed at my direction

I turned around and pointed at the scared guy behind me, causing his eyes to expand with even more fear.

*it could be anyone*

Me-e?

He stuttered in a shaky tone.

I held back a chuckle and could see Segeant Jon get even more upset as I kept messing with him.

Sergeant Jon

No you! that little devil, with silver hair!

he yelled.

Seokjin

Oh, stop it you. Youre going make me get all red. You're such a sweetheart.

I jockingly said, and drammatically fanned my face.

I swear i could see my own death play, out Sergeant Jon's eyes as he made tight fist.

Namjoon

No matter the reason, you do not lay a hand on the students. I'll take over while you go file some much needed paperwork in the office. Take this as your first warning, Sergeant Jon.

Namjoon interrupted and dismissed the raging man.

he stormed out the cabin and we could all hear him cursing right after the door closed .

i hope he gets lost in woods and gets eaten by wild animals.

Namjoon

Don't think you're getting off so easily.

Namjoon

Tomorrow you'll be staying outside an extra hour.

Namjoon burst my happy bubble and finished checking my suitcase.

i shrugged, not too worried about being out in the sun for another hour.

*it could be anyone*

Go to the next room. Next.

I steeped away and entered a small room that looked like a miniature hair salon

The barber sat me down on a wooden chair and took out some scissors and a comb from a drawer.

He looked like Edward Scissorhands approaching me as I saw his reflection on the side mirror hanging on the wall infront of me.

Seokjin

It's a "no" from me.

I shot up from the creaky chair and touched my precious hair, that I worked so hard to keep healthy and long.

*it could be anyone*

All new students need a buzz cut and i need to cut some of your hair off first.

The barber explained and urged me to sit back down.

I started to breath heavily and kept running my fingers through my dyed hair in panic.

He was not cutting my precious baby with those dirty scissors.

I spent alot of money on making my hair look good in this silver color and i was not going to give it up this easily.

*it could be anyone*

It is also required that you take off your ear rings from both ears, along with those rings.

The barber kept stabbing my fast beating heart.

These people were trying to make me "normal" by ripping everything that showed my personality.

I was seventeen for crying out loud!

Seokjin

You're not making me look like an old man?

I protested causing the barber to leave.

When he came back, Sergeant Namjoon was behind him

He could bring Satan for all i cared, That dusty man was not cutting my hair.

Namjoon

Sit down, Seokjin. This is a dress code policy everyone here must follow.

he ordered when he was me pacing back and forth.

I shook my head No.

Seokjin

You can throw away all my expensive beauty products and even take my rings, but I'll not let you cut my hair.

Seokjin

This is what makes me feel like me and not you or anyone else is taking that away

I denied.

Namjoon took off his gloves and put them in his pockets before approaching me.

A flat line was carved on his lips as he reached over to touch my hair.

I couldn't see his eyes so there was no way of knowing what he was thinking.

♡...The light smell of his cologne hit my nose for a couple seconds and it was slightly arousing knowing he smelled good...♡

♡...his strong presence had a sort of dominating feel to it as I got a closer look at his rugged face scattered with tiny scars...♡

♡...he looked younger up close and i realised he must be just s couple years older than me...♡

♡...This man was too good looking to be hidden here ordering people around...♡

♡...He belonged on the front page of magazine...♡

Namjoon

Fine, but it'll be trimmed down. Dont get shocked with the consequences after.

He finally spoke and left without saying another word.

I widely smiled in relief and i saw barber raise an eyebrow in surprise.

He waited for me by the chair as i strolled over to sit back down.

I carefully watched how much he cut off and was satisfied with results.

Better than being completely bald.

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