The winter night settled quietly around the training camp, the crisp air biting at your skin as you finished securing the last strap of the tent. The others had already set theirs up, scattered around the snow-dusted clearing, but Namjoon—now Sergeant Kim—stood a few steps away, watching you.

“You done staring, or are you waiting for the tent to set itself up?” you muttered, brushing snow off your gloves.

Namjoon huffed a quiet laugh, stepping closer. “Just making sure you’re handling it.” His voice was calm, steady—fitting for the leader he had become.

You rolled your shoulders, exhaustion settling in from the long day of training. He watched for a moment longer before asking, “Did you eat yet?”