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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 5: Scared of a Little Lightning

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: With the threat of Bolt rising, so do tensions within the base.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.3k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, supervillains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, and also with fists, they fight in this one okay, swearing, hella tension and anger issues, arguing, angry Namjoon (yes that is a warning). it's just a tense chapter😅

a/n: oH I am EXCITED for this chapter!!! It's a juicy one if I say so myself😌I am begging you to come chat with me about it, things are heating up!! Be it an ask, comments, tags, hearing from you guys about this series is an absolute joy so far and it's making me giddy posting each week wondering what you guys will think👀thank you so much, that's a great feeling! I hope you enjoy reading the chapter as much as I did writing it!💜

Whatever Jungkook thought of you staying, you couldn’t care less.

While he glared, you ignored him and instead enjoyed the new additions to your routine. In fact, though you wouldn’t admit it, it gave you a bit of pleasure to know he was gritting his teeth as you continued as part of their lives.

However, he still had his chance to make your life a misery. He had taken to actively antagonising you rather than straight-up ignoring you as he had previously in training.

That was what it felt like, at least, when he was yelling “faster!” into your ear as you fired bolts as rapidly as you could muster. It was never good enough for him.

It only got worse when he took to flinging the targets around your training space with a well-aimed jet of gold. That kind of precision and strength was something you could barely hope to achieve with your powers. Even trying to hit the targets in the air was beyond you, let alone being able to actually throw one, as Jungkook did with such ease.

Though in some ways it was refreshing to have a different training routine, in most other respects it was anything but.

Anyone else could be forgiven for thinking he was simply trying to push you now that you were in line to join their team, but you knew better. The smirks that occupied his face when you failed gave it away. You tried desperately not to give him that satisfaction, but eventually you always lost out to exhaustion, leaving him triumphant.

On the contrary, physical training which you now had to take part in, was welcome relief.

Usually Hoseok was the one training with you, which you were ecstatic about. Of course, he was mainly needed to show you the ropes in the beginning, and once you understood how to use all the gym equipment, you could more or less do it yourself. But he was in there anyway a lot of the time, and you were more than happy with the way he would chat away as you worked out side by side. It felt nice to spend time with someone who actually wanted you there – who would help, or play stupid games with you, or drag you into doing pairs exercises that would never go right, normally ending with you in a hysterical tangle on the floor.

His powers being what they were, however, it was a little discouraging sometimes. You would be red-faced and ready to give up while he still had enough breath in him to gush enthusiastically about the latest band that took his interest, all while doing pull-ups.

But then Yoongi would appear (out of nowhere, as always) and grumble along with you, making fun of his ‘over-active’ brother while Hope laughed loudly.

Spending even more time in the training areas made you feel like this place was really alive. It was completely different to anywhere you had lived before, solely because you weren’t alone.

Jin had taken you directly to your old place the day after you had accepted Namjoon’s offer. It had hardly crossed your mind, so you were surprised to see it as you had left it. Apparently Kuyang had been covering the rent for you.

It must not have been much of a strain for him, you thought, standing in the doorway of your place and thinking of his laboratory in a skyscraper. The two hole-in-the-wall rooms that made up your apartment were a far cry from anywhere in the centre of town. You were almost embarrassed for Jin to follow you in there, but then he was pushing past to drop several empty boxes on the worn carpet and apologising that your new room wouldn’t be so big.

“That’s hardly the same thing,” you snorted, taking the first box through to your bedroom, “have you seen your kitchen?”

Looking over to your sorry excuse for a kitchen, Jin couldn’t argue. He half-grimaced.

“Who really needs an oven in this day and age anyway?” he tried.

Rolling your eyes with a snort, you pulled open your wardrobe and set to packing.

Halfway through, several indistinguishable shouts bled through the ceiling. What startled you was that you almost didn’t notice it, used to it as you had been.

Jin had stopped, and stared at you in alarm, but you just chuckled and told him that was how it was, living on top of other families.

In the end, you didn’t use all of the boxes. You looked around, just in case, for something you would never miss. It hadn’t taken much to empty the place of all trace of you, though you left the fridge well alone, not daring to discover the state of what you had left.

You dropped your keys on the table and left the silence behind.

Back home, there was always sound, activity. During your water breaks or after training, you would see the others training too. It felt like you were all in it together. Even with the knowledge that you could barely compare to the skill the boys had with their respective powers, you reminded yourself that they wanted you on the team.

Well, most of them did.

But you would keep working and improving. You would get there.

Jimin finally returned to training again too, after a few days where he hardly left V’s side. Seeing his boyfriend so hurt had certainly brought out Jimin’s protective side, even more than normal. It was honestly quite endearing – that was until you had passed Jimin in the training room, hurling his weights through the air with such ferocity you were surprised it didn’t dent the walls.

Hurrying past, you had decided to leave him to it. After so long being strong for his boyfriend, he certainly needed that.

The pink glow of his eyes shouldn’t be such an intimidating sight, but you knew you didn’t want to get in the way of him.

With Jimin downstairs, you found V in the living room. He had been steadily recovering, quicker than someone without powers would have done, but still you knew he had been instructed to take it easy.

A quick shower later, you were less out of breath, but still weary from a day of hard work.

Next time you returned, V was in the kitchen. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you didn’t want him to be up for too long. Ignoring your desire to sink into the nearest chair, you walked over.

“Need help with anything?”

V didn’t look around at you, but shook his head as he reached up to a cupboard.

Not wanting to push, you slid into a chair at the counter. You were unable to resist resting your head on one hand, but you fought to keep your eyes open so you could check on V.

Somewhere along the way, you failed at your intention. A new set of footsteps entering the space disturbed you as you had been dozing lightly, but the moment you caught yourself, your eyes were flying open.

With your tired state, you couldn’t even bring yourself to shoot a glare at Jungkook, who was walking up to the counter. You only gathered the energy to avoid his eyes entirely.

Jungkook appeared to have the same idea, walking past without acknowledging you. But as he drew level with V, the older boy turned away and crossed to the counter where you sat.

Lifting your head from your hand, you blinked as V walked right up to you. The next moment, he was pushing a steaming mug of tea right under your nose.

Opening your mouth, your tired brain couldn’t formulate words, but conjured a similar image from when you had made him tea the first time you spoke. You still regretted accidentally setting him off then, unintentionally letting your powers go.

Perhaps you were forgiven?

“Thank you,” you spoke quietly, meeting V’s eyes. You couldn’t decipher his expression, but he was watching you, and smiled lightly when you replied.

As he turned and walked back over to the sofa, your eyes landed on Jungkook, who still stood across from you. For a long moment, he held your gaze with a poker face. Then his eyes fell to the mug cradled between your hands, a frown darting across his expression.

Swallowing, you waited for whatever venomous comment he had prepared for you, to warn you away from V. Even after you had helped treat V’s wound, Jungkook had been opposed to you being near his injured brother.

He turned away without a word.

A crash echoed through the empty rooms.

Staring as the sparks jittered across the surface of the battered target, you dropped your arms to your sides. The training area was deserted aside from you, and you waited until you could no longer hear the crash faintly ricocheting from the walls.

Eyes still trained on the target, you panted, chest heaving.

Though you were training alone today, you could practically hear Jungkook telling you not to give in. Who knew all those insults would become motivational?

Whether it was motivation or the fear of falling behind, it succeeded.

Exhausted as you were from your training, you decided to make the most of your unsupervised session and try one more thing. Locking your trembling arm straight ahead, you took a breath and let your powers fill you up until that familiar blue burst from your palms.

But instead of aiming short bursts at the various different targets positioned around the space, you gritted your teeth and held it, lightning spilling in a continuous blue bolt towards the central target.

You had no idea how to do this, but it had always impressed you when Jungkook could lift things with his powers. All you had been taught to do was shoot. Still, you took a breath when you felt confident that your power was flowing strongly, focussing on the metal disc.

The way the sparks ensnared the target gave you assurance as you slowly raised your arm.

You felt a resistance you had never felt before as the electricity lifted, tugging at the target. It felt that you were connected to it somehow.

Tensing, you focussed intently, loading more power into the bolts already shooting through the air. Maintaining the motion of your arm, you gaped as you saw the circular metal raise along with the blue power dragging it.

You had done it! You were lifting it, it was moving-

Like a switch had been flipped, the flow of power cut off, the bright blue that dominated the space fading. The moment your powers retreated, you found yourself gasping, a wave of fatigue near enough sweeping you away.

Your knees hit the floor as the same time as the target. Wincing at the harsh metal clattering loudly on the floor, you screwed your eyes shut for a moment. Your chest continued to heave, and you noticed the sheen of sweat that had broken onto your forehead.

But once your breathing steadied again, you laughed.

The next moment, you let out a loud whoop, flopping flat onto the floor.

You had managed something new! Laughter continued to shake you as you caught your breath on the floor. Jungkook didn’t have to teach you everything – it seemed you could manage to strive forwards by yourself, even if you weren’t good enough in his eyes.

It took you a while to get up. Not even the thought of Jungkook’s nagging could have motivated you to do another iota of training.

About all you could manage was to drag yourself upstairs for food, but the smile never left your face.

Lunch was a simple sandwich. Already thinking forward to your session in the gym this afternoon, you couldn’t be bothered to make anything more demanding.

You still made two plates, however, leaving the other out for whenever V was hungry. Today the others had gone out, but with him still healing, he couldn’t go with them like normal.

You had heard Jin scolding him to make him stay, though; it seemed he felt well enough already to want to go out again.

This time, you didn’t particularly mind their absence. There was no sense of secrecy, no need to for you to turn on the news while you wondered what they were up to. As the soon-to-be newest addition to the team, you had been present to hear all the details.

Of course, given the way things went last time they returned from a job, there was an undeniable edge of nerves.

But it was an easy mission. That was what they had said, and what you kept reminding yourself.

They were concerned that Bolt had been showing interest in a lab on the western edge of the city, and wanted to protect it. Yoongi and Hope had been watching it for a while Jin and Namjoon did some digging around Bolt, and whatever his intentions may be. The latter seemed to have found frustratingly little, but didn’t let the mystery of Bolt stop them from acting.

The whole group was focussed on keeping the lab safe. Since the developer was one of their allies, they had all the details they needed to be one step ahead if Bolt should attack, which they highly expected.

Although you had kept your mouth shut at the meeting, not wanting to cause problems by irritating Jungkook when the team needed him, you had enjoyed the experience. For once, you didn’t feel particularly out of your depth. Having been Kuyang’s secretary for a while, you were well used to looking at plans such as the one of this lab, which you had pretty much memorised. The fighting and the powers, you were still working on. But at least you could understand the logistical side of their job.

After lunch, you lounged in the empty living space for perhaps a little too long. But with no one around to judge you, you let your tired limbs rest for a bit.

When you eventually made it off the sofa, you passed V in the hall. You noticed the small black receiver clutched in his hand; the boys had decided that keeping him in the loop while they were out on the mission would ease his nerves a bit.

“Any news?” you asked him, nodding at it.

V turned his dark eyes on you, then glanced at the receiver before he sighed.

He shook his head.

You had to admit you shared his disappointment, but you forced a smile to your face nonetheless.

“Well, no news is good news, right?”

Your smile seemed to be for nothing, as his eyes never lifted high enough to look at your face. Instead he gave a noncommittal shrug.

“I, uh, made you a sandwich,” you told him, “make sure to eat, and don’t worry too much, yeah?”

Walking down to the training rooms again, you felt the sadly familiar desire to do more creeping in. You never would have thought that after gaining the ability to shoot lightning, you could ever feel so powerless.

Nothing would happen to them.

You had seen their plan, it was so detailed.

There was no way Bolt would be able to outsmart them.

As you started training, these thoughts revolved around your mind in time with your steps on the treadmill. By the time you were using the machines, gritting your teeth as you pushed the weights with all your might, you weren’t sure if your mantras were helping.

They would come back…

Reaching the peak of a sit-up, you let out a groan.

There were six of them out there, Bolt was outnumbered…

Were you certain? Or were you repeating these thoughts just to convince yourself?

Finishing your set, you slumped back to the floor and stared up at the plain ceiling. This space was tucked in the corner of the gym, and you felt sheltered by the machines that blocked you from view, even though you were alone.

Breathing deeply, you brought a hand up to massage your brow. As you tried to ease the pressure, you closed your eyes.

In the darkness behind your eyelids, a light seemed to bloom. Blue, all too familiar, dancing over a face you had seen just once in the flesh but would never forget. A bright flash had your eyes flying open again, heart hammering as it expected the drop from who knows how many floors up-

Your heavy breathing fell alone in the silence.

Swallowing back the memories of Bolt, you tried to push back the fear that was curling tighter around your stomach at the thought of your friends out there with him.

You had just pushed yourself gently to sit when a sharp clang sounded, along with a muffled yell, making your head whip around to its source.

One positive thing was that you didn’t have to worry about the boys being out any more. But there were new concerns on your mind as you saw Jungkook storming into the gym. A muscle in his jaw popped as he ripped his jacket off forcefully, casting it to the floor as he stalked to one of the machines.

You watched him with wide eyes, stunned by his entrance. He hadn’t seen you yet.

His whole body seemed fraught with tension as he stood, back facing you, eyeing a machine. Fists clenched at his side, his shoulders rose and fell with his heavy breathing.

Just when you thought he was going to stand still all day, he aimed a harsh kick at the base of the machine, another clang ringing through the space.

That startled you into action, springing to your feet. While you walked between machines back to the centre of the room, he had grasped the bars and started pushing them, grunting as the weights lifted and fell, clashing against the others.

Stopping a few paces away, you stayed silent for a moment. The frustration emanating from him, the intimidating muscles revealed by his vest, all made you wary of him.

Pulling yourself together, you took a breath. Why should you let him scare you?

“Jungkook.”

He froze. His arms were together in front of him, the machine’s weights hovering as he held them there.

With a huff of air, he dropped his head between his shoulders. Slowly, he turned his head towards you slightly.

“What happened?” you asked, refusing to be deterred by his challenging sideye, “is everyone okay?”

Biting at the inside of his cheek, he turned his glare away from you, aiming it instead at the floor. When he spoke, his voice was low and deadly, restrained as if he would burst if he didn’t control his tone.

“We fucking lost half the place.”

“But everyone’s back? Then it’s okay-”

Metal clanging loudly together made you jolt, unable to help yourself from taking a step back when Jungkook let the weights drop and strode across the space between you.

“We should have had the upper hand! We did everything we planned, but Bolt still…” his nostrils flared as he took a breath, “we had to blow half of it up, just so he wouldn’t get to it.”

Sighing heavily, he turned away from you, shoving a hand through his hair.

Frowning slightly, you watched the frustrated man. Of course you were glad everyone was safe, but the fact they had lost the lab felt like a blow, even to you.

“How…?” you spoke quietly, but it only seemed to rile him up.

Whirling back to face you, his eyes blazed.

“He’s too strong. We let him get too far already. If you think you’re gonna help us at all out there, you’re wrong.” He stepped slowly towards you as he spat his words, “we can’t do enough against him, you’ll only slow us down.”

He stopped, glaring down at you now you were practically nose to nose. Your own anger bubbled within you – why did he bring you into this? His lashing out at you was uncalled for.

“I’m joining you guys because Namjoon wants my help,” you shot back, “or do you not trust him? I’ll be ready, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowing, poisonous stare intensifying, but you refused to back away. Scowling, his mouth opened to retort-

“Hey! Y/N?”

Jungkook’s mouth snapped closed, the same moment you turned your back on him to find Jin and Yoongi standing in the doorway.

Stepping into the gym, Jin looked past you to Jungkook, fixing him with a stare.

“Time to back off, Kook.”

At first, you were pleased to have someone else see how irrational Jungkook was acting towards you. But then Jin turned to you.

“I think you ought to go upstairs.”

Giving you a tight smile, Jin moved past you towards Jungkook, leaving you stunned.

“Just let him cool off.”

Slightly jumpy, you looked around to find Yoongi right beside you. Raising an eyebrow, he waited for you to come away.

Sighing, but biting your tongue, you set off. Yoongi fell into step beside you as you left. With one last look back, you saw Jin leaning against the machine where Jungkook had now resumed his rage workout, talking too low for you to hear.

As you emerged into the main training space, Hope was just coming from the stairs. His pace was rapid, but slowed when he saw you, seeming to deflate.

“Everything alright?” he jogged up to you and took a place on your other side.

“I just don’t get what his problem is,” you confessed, irritation bleeding into your words. “He turns everything on me somehow.”

The boys either side of you shared a glance.

“He’s just frustrated, but he’ll come around. This thing with Bolt is a bit more serious than we anticipated,” Yoongi explained.

Taking a moment to process his words, you swallowed back the continuing anger you felt towards Jungkook. You knew why he was upset, it just didn’t make it any easier to take.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you cursed, shaking your head, “is everyone okay? I wasn’t even thinking about all that after Jungkook…”

“Yeah,” Hoseok nodded, but his eyes didn’t meet yours. “We’ll figure it out. Just because today didn’t go so well, doesn’t mean we can’t win next time.”

“But how was your training?” Yoongi moved on, “I’m surprised you made it to the gym without Hobi to bully you-”

“Hey!” Hobi exclaimed, “Y/N’s a great student. She’s working hard. You’ll be able to join us soon at this rate.”

He directed this last at you, nudging you with his elbow. But his bright smile no longer struck the same confidence in you. Instead, you felt Jungkook’s words take root inside you.

“I just hope I can be useful…” you muttered.

“You have nothing to worry about.”

It may well have been the first time Hoseok didn’t manage to alleviate you worries, even slightly. When you got upstairs, it was to find Namjoon had disappeared to his office already, Jimin clearly faking a smile for V and near silence as Jin and Jungkook remained downstairs.

Even Hobi, trying to bring your mind away from Jungkook, had a downtrodden slope to his shoulders.

That night, you did nothing but contribute to the despondent quiet in the house.

These men had so much more experience than you did, and yet they were unable to save the lab from Bolt’s clutches. How were you going to help them?

But you knew one thing for sure: you had to.

It was with renewed determination that you headed down to train the next morning.

You arrived a little before Jungkook, depositing a towel and water bottle by the wall as he entered behind you.

“Still here?” he asked dryly, crossing the space to lean against the wall.

Straightening up, you rolled your eyes.

“What does it look like?”

“Looks like you’re naïve enough to think you’re going to be any help.”

Gritting your teeth at his retort, you restrained yourself from insulting him in return.

“Let’s just start training, shall we?” you bit out.

Clearly some of your attitude had bled through, however, because Jungkook pushed off the wall and marched towards you. His dark eyebrows drew together.

“What for?” he spat, “you can barely handle the training room, what makes you think you’ll be any good out there-”

“That’s what training is for,” you countered, unable to help your voice rising.

“I have more important things to focus on than YOU!” his voice raised in return, “you’ll never be ready.”

And with that, he shook his head, starting to walk away from you. For a second, you could only gape in outrage at his back as he stormed away. But he only made it a few paces before you recovered yourself, stepping forwards.

“I am ready!”

Your hands balled at your sides as he froze in place. You remembered the power that ran through them, your success in training yesterday. Jungkook was done underestimating you.

He spun to face you.

“Prove it.”

Not a second after his words, a slice of gold cut through the air, straight towards you.

Ducking out of the way, you whirled around again to find Jungkook advancing towards you, lopsided smirk on his face and gold light whirling in his irises. This time, you reacted when he raised an arm, blue racing to meet his gold in the air and colliding in a shower of sparks.

Feeling the thrum of electricity in your veins, you felt stronger. You stepped forwards, meeting his eyes in challenge. He thought you were too weak? That you would give up?

Jungkook threw his arm to the side, severing the beam of light that connected you, but instantly fired another bolt which you leapt aside from. The next moment, you recoiled, intercepted by a second streak of lightning cutting through your path.

You were driven back into the path of one more blast as it shot through the air, forcing you to fling yourself to the ground as sparks ripped overhead.

“Please,” Jungkook let out a scoff, “I could beat you with my hands behind my back.”

You had already jumped to your feet, lifting your palms.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Blue erupted towards him then, his own trick used against him as two beams of light penned him in, one either side.

Quirking an eyebrow, Jungkook aimed his palm to the ground, to your surprise. The next moment saw him pushing off the ground, boosted by a jet of gold as he vaulted over your attack. Reacting quickly, you shot towards him again as he was still a blur in the air.

Gold blazed to meet it, an explosion of embers as they collided. You felt Jungkook throw the attack off, sending you stumbling as your lightning collided with a resounding clash against a pile of metal targets that were stacked by the wall.

To your satisfaction, though, the clearing sparks revealed the man staggering up from the floor. It seemed you weren’t so incapable as he thought.

“Still think I’m not ready?” you called, laughter lining your voice.

Jungkook said nothing, drawing himself to his full height and looking around.

Gold light streaked towards the side of the room then, sending a shape flying towards you.

You ducked, the target clanging against the wall behind you. But more were already coming your way, Jungkook rapidly firing more gold through the air.

Undeterred, you didn’t hesitate to fire back, knocking the targets from the air with well-aimed blows of your own. The room filled with flashes of light, blue against gold, fuelled by the two of you throwing everything you had.

But your powers began to slip, reluctant to work so quickly. You could feel yourself tiring, and it was a matter of seconds before you missed, too sluggish to catch one target that shot your way.

It caught your arm, hard, pulling you off balance. You stumbled, one knee hitting the floor as you steadied yourself. Instinctively, the other arm covered your head, waiting for more blows.

But nothing came.

Panting hard, you looked around.

Jungkook stood tall opposite you, the epitome of power as strength filled his form and flowed from his fingertips. His eyes shone with an identical light. Two more targets were suspended in the air by sustained gold beams. He kept them hovering there. Taunting you.

“Like I said,” he growled, “not ready. And if I can do this, it means Bolt can.”

Face burning in humiliation, you pushed yourself to stand.

“What are you so scared of?” you spat, “if you’re so powerful, how come you’re afraid of one man?”

“Don’t you dare-” he began, but you cut him off.

“No!” you yelled over him, “you’re the weak one! You just can’t admit you need me out there because you’re scared of a little lightning.”

In the blink of an eye, the targets dropped from the air, clashing deafeningly against the ground as Jungkook chose to charge at you himself. His teeth were bared as he ran forwards, grabbing you and sending the both of you to the floor.

Jungkook was strong, to say the least. You couldn’t escape his weight that pinned you down, no matter if you thrashed.

His face was so close to you, breathing almost as heavily as you. As you met his blazing eyes, you saw the gold glow fading, darkness taking over.

Gritting your teeth, you pushed back at him, letting your power flow from your hands. Using powers had seemingly slipped his mind; he didn’t see your attack coming, and you successfully sent him reeling, your blow of lightning throwing him off you.

But he found his feet at the same time you did, and scrambled towards you again.

A fist flew towards you, and you countered it with a blast of blue.

Instead of retaliating again, he stumbled back. A smirk crept over your face. Something had got to him; you had riled him up.

“Something wrong?” you asked innocently.

Big mistake.

Maybe Jungkook hadn’t been thrown. Maybe he had just been recharging.

Because now he was advancing again, and his fists were surrounded by gold sparks, that same gold glowering from his eyes once more. You could only match his power for so long. You weren’t as fast as him, and every blow you deflected only made way for another to follow the next instant.

Stumbling backwards, away from him, the back of your leg collided with a bench, and you fell back, heart hammering in panic.

You never met the ground. A fist found your shirt and you were being slammed against the wall instead.

Feet flailing, you called on the last embers of your powers to push back, but Jungkook captured your hand with his free one. He pinned it against the wall, where your sparks danced together in an impossible wrestle.

Meanwhile, his other hand which forced you against the wall didn’t let up, digging more harshly into your throat as you faltered.

Gasping and struggling fruitlessly against him, you stared into the molten gold of his eyes as he pressed his face closer to you.

“You know nothing,” he hissed, “you’ll never be ready-”

“JUNGKOOK!”

A cacophony of voices suddenly swelled, joined by hurried footsteps.

The pressure on your throat was gone then, and you met the ground at last. But your feet couldn’t hold you up, and you crashed to the ground choking on the air that was finally forcing its way to your lungs.

Blinking, you looked up. The first thing you saw was pink, Jimin coming into focus beside you. Concern filled his eyes as your gasping continued, a hand falling onto your shoulder.

But you avoided his eyes in favour of finding what had become of Jungkook.

A few paces away, more of the boys were huddled, still jostling as Jungkook tried to escape. Hoseok was behind him, unrelenting grip on the younger’s arms stopping him from going anywhere. Even though you both knew Hope was the strongest of you all, that wasn’t stopping Jungkook from trying. Gold still bounced off the walls, blinding flashes shooting between, but missing, the members who barely seemed phased by his outbursts.

You couldn’t get a good glimpse of your rival though. He was eclipsed by Jin, who was trying to steady him by the shoulders, speaking quickly and sternly to the incensed man.

On his other side, Yoongi had a hand on his chest, pushing him back and further away from you.

Just then, another set of footsteps, not frantic like the others, made you look around. And even though his gaze travelled first to Jungkook, you couldn’t help but feel your veins freeze with dread.

Namjoon looked furious.

He marched in, V scurrying at his heels. At the sight of his leader, Jungkook seemed to finally ease up a bit, the scuffle quietening down.

A silence seemed to settle over the room, Jungkook’s last struggles dying away as Namjoon cast his eyes around everyone. A faint red haze flitted across his eyes and the lights in the room flickered perilously.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

It was the only time you had felt something close to solidarity with Jungkook. When you looked at each other, you could tell he gulped just like you.

“I thought this was going well,” he shook his head slightly. Your heart sank.

Raising his eyes to meet Jungkook’s again, he took a couple of steps towards the younger while the room held its breath. The lights turned red for a split second, then dimmed again, retreating as if they were equally afraid of the imposing leader.

“I don’t know what you were thinking. You’re supposed to be helping her, and this is how you go about that? You could have killed her! Is this your way of showing you can be trusted?!”

Namjoon never quite raised his voice enough to yell. But still you winced at the anger laced into his tone, and the arm he threw out towards you as he ranted.

Part of you stung anew after he said Jungkook could have killed you. You wanted to protest, hurt swelling within you at the insinuation that you were still too weak – but you pushed it down. The ghost of pain that lingered where Jungkook had struck you reminded you that he was right, as much as it shamed you to admit it, even to yourself.

Jungkook looked down, not able to keep eye contact with his enraged leader.

Sucking in his cheeks, Namjoon took a breath. But you certainly weren’t breathing. You could only hang on for whatever he said next, and the way he cast his eyes between the two of you didn’t instil much hope.

He fixed his eyes on you next.

“I told you I expected you to be able to trust us, including Jungkook. It’s clear you haven’t been able to do that yet. I’m sorry.”

Though he didn’t speak with as much fury, his sadness almost made you feel worse. You wished he would yell at you, give you something to push back against as Jungkook did.

But all you were left with was a punch to the gut more painful than anything the tempestuous younger boy could deliver.

His next words only made it worse.

“I’m keeping you back here until I’m sure you’re ready. I wanted you active as soon as possible, but not like this.”

Although his stern gaze lingered for a moment longer, you barely reacted. His words didn’t feel real. You could only stare blankly at him while the shock reeled through you.

When he turned away, you caught Jungkook’s eye. The satisfied glint you found there made your hands ball into fists.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon sighed now, pinching his nose, “same goes for you.”

At first, you weren’t sure you had heard him right.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one. Jungkook’s eyes widened in horror, straining against Hobi for another brief moment.

“What-?”

“I can’t have you acting like this while your head needs to be in the game, now more than ever. You’ll be staying behind until you show me you can be trusted with each other.”

Unlike with you, Namjoon fixed his dongsaeng with a hard stare, challenging him in some unspoken conversation until he seemed satisfied.

Turning to leave, Namjoon’s gaze fell on you again. His eyes softened, travelled to Jimin.

“Take her upstairs.”

With that, he stalked from the room. Light bled into the room again, but no one moved until he disappeared from the doorway, almost certainly returning to his office.

V stayed behind this time, and now moved towards you. Jimin’s hand on your arm shifted so he could help tug you up to stand. Though you may have stumbled a little, you were sure you could walk fine.

Still, you were grateful for Jimin’s hovering grip on your arm and V’s presence on your other side as they led you to the door.

Reaching the edge of the room, you glanced back at Jungkook. Your aim was to send the most venomous look you could, and it seemed his was the same. Still penned in by the others, who were corralling him away to the corner, he shot you a glare as he shrugged off Hope’s grip in an aggravated movement.

His scowl left your sight as you left the training room, but it stayed imprinted on your memory.

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[hellbornsworld]

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION (10) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧

💚 Banter | Superhero!Jungkook X Supervillain!Reader | OneShot | @littlemisskookie

💚 Send Me a Pic | Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @74jeon

💚 new beginnings | Ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | OneShot | @nochukoo97

💚 LOVE ON ICE | Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @btsbrat

💚 heajix | jungkook/reader | alien!au | OneShot | @httpjeon

💚 Our Time | Detective!Jk x Graphic Designer!OC | OneShot | @taestefully-in-luv

💚 please please PLEASE! | JK X Reader | Drabble | @aajjks

💚 domestic daydreams | influencer jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @euphoricfilter

💚 the right choice | college student! jk x college student! oc | OneShot | @honeytae

💚 Eye-Opener | Jungkook x Reader | Series | @taeshobipop

💚 paid in full | StepBrother!JK X Reader | Series | @trivia-yandere

💚 white lies | athlete!jungkook x reader | OneShot | @noteguk

💚 Secret Slut | Personal Assistant!Jungkook x CEO!Reader | TwoShot | @jeonsweetpea

💚 Marked Kisses | Yandere!JK X Reader | Series | @74jeon

💚 tis the damn season’ | jungkook x reader | @jqngkooz

💚 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW | kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader | OneShot | @numinousher 

💚 Home for the Holidays | idol!Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @writemywaytoyourheart

💚 closer | dongsaeng jungkook × noona reader | OneShot | @blublublujk

💚 Everything In You | Jungkook x f. Reader  | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

💚 pent up stress | husband!jungkook x wife!reader | OneShot | @rrjkive

💚 How to Get a Guy. | Jungkook x Reader | TwoShot | @taeshobipop

💚 Chasing Shadows | Jungkook x f.Reader | OneShot | @colormepurplex2

💚 PROPOSALS | Jeongguk x reader | OneShot | @pjxmin

💚 Something Wicked This Way Comes | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @softyoongiionly

💚 La Belle et la Bête | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @chaoticpuff17

💚 I Don't Share | Idol!Jeon Jungkook x Back up Dancer!fem reader | OneShot | @atinystraynstay

💚 holi-blaze | dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader | Series | @darklingjeon

💚 desperation | jungkook x reader | OneShot | @jungkwok

💚 Workaholic | ceo!jungkook x wife!reader | TwoShot | @kookxmira

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[rms-expensive-girl]

JUNGKOOK LIBRARY

PARENTS AU

Inevitable by @ahundredtimesover

CHEATING AU/INFIDELITY AU

I surrender by @krreader

Stoic by @blue-jade

Not the only one by @mono-moonchilds 

Golden by @kingsuckjin

Bow to you by @flowerwrites06

CEO AU

Untitled by @to-star-lake

ENEMIES TO?????

The wedding planners by @gukyi

OREOs... and Electroshock Couples Therapy by @ladyartemesia

Dextrocardia by @jeonstudios

Clash by @matchagator

FRIENDS TO????

Pen pals by @gukyi

Liability by @alexlwrites

Falling skies by @fortunexkookie

No such thing by @ganggangscenarios

ZOMBIE/ALIEN AU

Wanted by @jincherie

Flesh and blood by @kinktae

FRATBOY/FUCKBOY AU

Night after night by @brown-bi-beautiful

Bitchin by @kinktae

After midnight by @gyukult

New rules by @tayegi

TIME TRAVEL? FUTURE? ALT REALITY

Sweet Apple Biscuit by @rosaetae

BROTHERS BEST FRIEND

My love is here by @solemnreads

FAKE DATING AU

To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before by @hisunshiine

The millionaire and his lover by @gukyi

The proposal by @hansolmates

Blush by @jhsbrat

Here comes the bride, all dressed in pride by @hansolmates

MAFIA/GANG AU

Neon lights by @sunnebeam

Cruel intentions by @explicit-tae

Trigger Happy by @cosmostae

MARRIED/ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

Bloody hell by @personasintro

This love by @daegustae

You're leaving me

EXES TO???

Way back home by @solemnreads (Parents AU)

Guilty Pleasures by @kookslastbutton

DEMON/ANGEL/DEVIL

Deal by @jeonstudios

SPIDERKOOK

Entangled by @caelesjjk

Please Don't Go by @httpjungkookcom

Tangled Webs by @ughseoks-main

Swinging by a fine line by @hongcherry

Devoted to trouble by @jeonsweetpea

ROYALTY

Primrose by @mingshits

One year, my love by @hayjeon

Silver Blades by @jooniyah

Dynasty by @jimlingss

August by @cutechim

Duty before love @blue-jade

SUPERHERO/SUPERVILLAIN

Red and Gold by @thedefinitionofbts

Banter by @littlemisskookie

Bicker by @littlemisskookie

THREESOME

In the dark by @jksangelic

Floored by @lavienjin

NEIGHBOURS

The underwear thief by @gukyi

????

Tethered by @13lov

Polarity by @darkestcorners

Where Do Broken Hearts Go by @back2bluesidex 

#jungkook library

[hamsterclaw]

Fic Library: OT7/poly

The OT7/poly Bangtan stories that keep me wanting more. Please show these authors some love for their amazing writing!

Void OT7 x reader, space AU by @btssavedmylifeblr. None of my writing friends have been spared from my raving about this series. A unique premise, superstellar writing and every chapter so far has been gold.

Heaven said no by @eserethriddle is a cracky, hilarious ongoing soulmate AU series with a perfectly characterised Bangtan.

Versus by @minisugakoobies features reader x Yoongi x Hoseok set in a supervillains/superheroes AU with a sexy Namjoon and supercomputer Jin. Fun, cracky and entertaining.

Joyride by @minisugakoobies is another fun romp with hotter than hell mechanics Jungkook and Taehyung who show reader what a real ride is after a date with spoiled little rich boy Jimin goes wrong.

All wound up (harder) by @minisugakoobies, who is surely the MVP of my poly/OT7 library features reader x Jimin x Seokjin and is funny, amazing and filthy -- all the best things.

Fall in deeper by @whatifyoulivelikethat has the perfect setup with sex worker reader, music producer Yoongi and hapless, 'caught in the headlights' photographer/video editor Jungkook and is searingly hot.

Lost my head by @floralseokjin features reader in an established relationship with Yoongi and an unforgettable appearance by ex Seokjin and is hot and funny and everything smut should be.

#fic rec: OT7 #fic rec: BTS poly #fic recs list #bts fic #bts smut

[raethye]

Save My Love (Or Kill This Heart) by raethye

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung

Length: 61.8K, complete

Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Original Character(s)

Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Superheroes, Superpowers, Supervillains, Revenge, Memory Alteration, Secret Identity, Angst, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Light Bondage, Superpower Sex, Second Chances, Romance, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Trauma, Blood and Violence, Major Character Injury, Justice, Sad Kim Taehyung | V, Aged-Up Character(s)

The new guy in apartment 1613 is loud. Not in the usual sense of blaring music or stomping feet or overenthusiastic workouts combining both, but nevertheless loud. A surge of secondhand loneliness slams into Seokjin. He's got half a bottle of whiskey to offer some ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ shots with, but no way to explain his pre-dawn presence.

How does one show up unannounced and tell a complete stranger that they seem sad?

The superheroes of Seoul are dealing with a high-profile thief. Seokjin is dealing with Taehyung, his mysterious new neighbor, who may or may not be stealing his heart.

FULL WORK (complete)

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

#my writing #bts #ao3 #romance #mystery #action #bts fanfic #fanfiction #taejin #seokjin #taehyung #superheroes #superpowers #bts smut #bts fic #written for a prompt #bts super7fest #taejinbingo #ao3_raethye

[minisugakoobies]

Yoongi Masterlist

LAST UPDATES: Passage 10/31/23

ONE-SHOTS/SERIES:

Passage - Yoongi x Jimin; one-shot; smut (18+); angst; horror; supernatural; Dracula!AU

Written for the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Halloween collab:

For several years, Min Yoongi and the crew of the Magpie have sailed the perilous waters of the Pacific, surviving treacherous waves and other deadly threats in order to deliver goods to the West. Now, on his final voyage as captain, Yoongi is about to face a danger like none he’s ever seen before - and he may find it too tempting to resist.

All Wound Up (Unbound): A Trilogy - limited series (ongoing); smut (18+); porn with the barest of plots; strangers to lovers; Rock Star!AU

As the owner of body jewelry shop Dark & Wild, you’re given the opportunity to drape the hottest rock stars around, Dead Leaves, in your custom chains. You can’t wait to get your hands all over them.

Bad Cop Chronicles - series (COMPLETED 5/1/23); smut (18+); crack; DadYoongi!AU; BadCop!AU

Yoongi would do anything for his daughter. No matter who might get hurt.

Versus - series (ongoing - UPDATED 1/15/23); smut (18+); fluff; angst; crack; enemies to lovers; Villains!AU; also starring Jung Hoseok

Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?

Prelude - one-shot;angst; fluff; comfort; non-Idol!AU

You’re all alone in your new city, save for the handsome man you keep seeing around your neighborhood, and the mysterious pianist who lives upstairs.

Bet On It - one-shot; smut (18+); fluff; enemies to lovers; non-Idol!AU

What’s a little wager between enemies? How about if it’s your body on the line?

Teamwork - one-shot; smut (18+); holiday; strangers to lovers; non-Idol!AU; also starring Kim Taehyung

Written for BCC x FI 12 Days of BTS Holiday Event:

It’s supposed to be a New Year’s Eve party, but your friends have turned it into an eligible bachelor contest. What are you supposed to do when you’re caught between two men?

Party Vibes - one-shot; smut (18+); holiday; established relationship; non-Idol!AU

Written for BCC x FI 12 Days of BTS Holiday Event:

Yoongi’s hoping you can keep him entertained at this year’s office holiday party.

I Wanna Hold Your Hand - one-shot; gender neutral reader; fluff; Roommates!AU

It’s hand-holding season, according to your roommate.

Mellifluous - drabble; smut (18+); established relationship; non-Idol!AU

Yoongi can’t get enough of you.

MULTIPLE PAIRINGS:

12 Lays of Kinkmas: 12 holiday fics based on Kinkmas prompts

Happy Hour - smut (18+); Hyung Line x Reader, kinda; crack; non-Idol!AU

You’re home for the holidays, hungover as fuck, and can’t remember what you did last night. Luckily, your little brother Jungkook and his friends Taehyung and Jimin are all too happy to remind you!

Happy Hour 2: The Hyungs Strike Back- smut (18+); Hyung Line x Reader, kinda; crack; non-Idol!AU

While back home for another holiday, your brother Jungkook and his friends convince you to go late night bowling with them. Surely this won’t end as badly as the last time you went out, right?

DRABBLES:

Out of the Bag Now - smut (18+), crack

For Always - fluff, mxm

Cranky Cupid - fluff, gender neutral reader

Ask My Muse 1 and Ask My Muse 2: A collection of asks answered by my characters

Main Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜 

© 2021-22-23 sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakookies. Please do not copy or repost.

#yoongi fanfic #yoongi masterlist #my writing

[minniepetals]

"not to alarm you but, uh... i'm kind of bleeding..." + superhero/supervillain!au, please <3

"Hey little heroes, do you think you could let us off easily today?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Taehyung looks back at you with an expression of disbelief the moment you utter those words.

You give him an apprehensive smile, chuckling awkwardly as you lower your voice. "Not to alarm you but, uh...I'm kind of bleeding. So if we can hurry this up—"

"What?!" Jimin's quick to run to your side, his focus entirely on you as if the four of you aren't in the middle of a battle right now.

"Well, I—" Your knees buckle underneath you, teeth biting onto your lower lip as you hold onto your abdomen. It isn't right to show weakness in front of the heroes, they'll take advantage of that, but you can't seem to hold on any longer.

"Y/N." Jungkook jumps from where he was, concern filling his gaze as the three of them surround you, completely forgetting about the heroes behind them.

"It's fine, I can take it, I just—" You grunt at the pain and Taehyung's quick to reach his arms out before you can collapse to the ground.

"Did I do that?" Someone asks and you all look up to find Seokjin watching with furrowed brows.

"Well yeah, you beast, your blades are freaking sharp as hell," you say, wincing under your breath as you lean your weight against Taehyung. You look up at Jimin. "I might die."

"Don't be a pussy." His words may be harsh but the concern in his gaze tells you otherwise. Then, with a curse leaving his lips, he goes to support you on the other side. "We're leaving."

"What? Hey, don't let me be the one to—Ah, wait! Don't move too fast!"

"Set her down." They look up again to find another hero speaking, this time Namjoon. "If you move her too abruptly, it'll only make things harder on her."

"Is that your way of telling us to leave her behind?" Jungkook asks, his eyes hardening as he steps up before you, a hand held out as a way to shield you from their gazes.

Namjoon only lets out a sigh before looking over at Yoongi who then makes his move after the leader's command.

"Take this," he say, holding out some sort of capsule. Your three boys stare at it, their gazes narrowed with suspicion. "It'll help with the pain."

"How do we know it isn't poison?"

"Unlike you villains, we superheroes are actually known for being upright and honest."

"Doesn't mean you won't take this time to finally take us down."

"Fighting with an opponent who can't even wield a weapon is no fun."

"Hey! I can still fight you, bastard!" You shout at Hoseok who in turn snickers.

"Right. With that state you're in. Seokjin got you good."

"How dare you."

"Y/N, if you keep moving, I'm going to kill you myself."

You shut up from Jimin's threat, a pout resting on your face. You know he doesn't mean it but Jimin's your boss so you can't go against whatever he says either way.

Suddenly Hoseok drops his armor and weapons, catching your attentions. He holds his hands out in the air, showcasing himself of no threat, before slowly making his approach towards you.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook asks, stepping forward to block him.

"She needs treatment," Yoongi states.

"Now," finishes Hoseok.

"We can take care of ourselves."

"I highly doubt that," Seokjin says as he too, steps forward, a commanding aura surrounding him. "Set her down against the tree if you don't want her to bleed out."

A moment of hesitation, but once they hear more painful noises coming from you, Jimin and Taehyung set you down against the tree carefully.

Hoseok takes the capsule from Yoongi before approaching you as your three comrades stand by, watching with sharp and alerting gazes.

The hero kneels before you, and although your vision now falls a bit blurry, you can still see the outline of him reaching out to press a pill to your lips.

You swallow it through the pain, being as your boys aren't doing anything to stop him so it must mean that they have some sort of trust in these superheroes, and when you feel hands against your skin, you wince slightly but allow him to tend to you either way.

"Look at that," you hear Hoseok say as he examines your injury. "Be a good girl and hold still now."

Before long, you have a bandage wrapped around your waist, conscious slipping in and out against the tree. You feel a hand against your face, holding you gently. It's different from Jimin, Taehyung, or Jungkook, so it has to be Hoseok's.

But why is he holding onto you so carefully as if he was afraid holding you any tighter would break you?

His hand is so warm.

You find yourself leaning against the warmth, nuzzling close, when Taehyung's voice is heard from a distance.

"The hell are you doing with her?"

"She needs to rest now." His hand releases from you to your displeasure, so you instinctively seek it out, yearning for more of his warmth, and hear him chuckle in return. You feel that familiar touch rest against your head, giving you a gentle tousle before he pushes you gently towards someone else, a touch you're much too familiar with.

Jungkook is warm too.

"Well then, villains, guess we'll be seeing you another time now. Hope the little one's better by then."

#🌸 asks

[longstoryoongi]

lost in paradise? ✧･ﾟ:*

welcome to romy’s bts fanfiction reading blog.

below you’ll find my chaotic library. feel free to browse through fics by member, pairing, reader type, genre, alternate universes and tropes. after you’ve read a fic, make sure to reblog it in order to support the writer. happy browsing, dear visitor!

SEARCH THE LIBRARY ✧･ﾟ:*

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➳ by reader x pairing.

namjin • sope • taegi • jikook yoonmin • namseok • yoonkook • minimoni taekook • taejoon • 2seok • yoonjin vmin • taejin • vhope • jinkook • ot7 hyung line • maknae line vocal line • rap line

➳ by type.

drabble • one-shot • two-shot • series

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gender-neutral reader • female reader

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fluff • angst • smut • pwp • comedy • dark content slice of life • drama • mystery • horror supernatural • science fiction • fantasy dystopia • thriller • psychological

➳ by alternate universes.

idolverse!au • sugar daddy!au • racer!au • ceo!au college | university!au • soulmate!au • criminal!au vampire!au • werewolf!au • witch!au • demon!au angel!au • ghost!au • monster!au • fairy!au pirate!au • royal!au • apocalyptic!au zombie apocalypse!au • alien!au • space!au time travel!au • superhero!au • supervillain!au mythology!au • folklore!au • fairytale!au

➳ by tropes.

friends to lovers • rivals to lovers • enemies to lovers lovers to enemies • established relationship arranged marriage • fake dating • mutual pining

➳ romy’s fic reviews.

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© longstoryoongi / romy, 2023. — last updated: april 3rd, 2023

#lsy_navigation #lsy_library #bts fanfic recs

[borathae]

I'm bacckk

Would you rather choose Yoongi, but face the agony of seeing him lose his soul bit by bit due to a curse, or choose Jin but live with the knowledge that his true love is destined to be someone else, not you?

Would you rather marry Namjoon, only to discover that he is a member of a secret organization plotting to overthrow your Queendom, or marry a commoner Hoseok, but face the constant scrutiny of the Queendom's citizens who believe he is not worthy?

Okay try different one

Would you rather have a forbidden love with Superhero Jungkook, where your association with him jeopardizes the safety of your loved ones, or have a forbidden love with Supervillain Taehyung, where your inevitable downfall as a wicked partner becomes an undeniable tragedy?

YESSS MORE QUESTIONS!!!

okay okay the first one is easy. Seokjin. I could never see Yoongi suffer like no thank you, I would rather die. And Seokjin's option isn't sad persay. We can still make a lovely life together and who knows? Destinies can change, maybe we'll be happy together and be each other's new destinies

ooooooh okay lets goo drama 👀 mhhhm that's a hard one because jfsdjf I lowkey love the drama of Namjoon's plot like "I could change him" I'm sure of it, he'll be at my feet in no time JFADJSF but then, no actually, I'll go with Namjoon becuase Hobi's situation is similar to the first Yoongi option you gave me which I denied because I couldn't have mentally handled to be an outcast for long. So give me traitor Joon, I'll change him heheheh

bro I'm so fucking crazy cause I chose Tae off the bat, no hesitation FJADJSFJ I love villains LISTENNN I always say "the hero would set you on fire to save the world but the villain would light the whole world on fire to save you" likE FANDFN give me devoted supervillain lover!Tae who would fight the fucking world for me JFADJSF

#anon #asks #would you rather

[harrowreads]

❥ Hoseok Fic Recs

❣ Each blurb gives a glimpse of the contents of each fic, but be sure to read the warnings before proceeding! ❣

❥ Right Here Right Now by hobidreams | oneshot, tumblr ↳ What if little red wants to be eaten by the big bag wolves? ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Yoongi & Namjoon ❣ group, smut, pwp, humor | werewolf au, college au, friends to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Taste by 7deadlysinsfics | drabble, tumblr ↳ Hoseok is in a sharing mood and his best friend is so, so thankful. ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Yoongi ❣ threesome, implied smut | established relationship, strangers to lovers ↻ read my review

❥ Two In One by here2bbtstrash | oneshot, tumblr ↳ You finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right? ❣ Female Reader | Feat. Jimin ❣ threesome, smut, pwp | friends to lovers ❣ warnings: they smoke weed ↻ read my review

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 1: the Light Dies

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: He’s the hero. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the villain.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.6k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, it’s sorta like a mafia au but they have superpowers lmao 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, minor character death, attempted murder, injury, loss of consciousness

a/n: I have to say thank you to @casuallyimagining and @bluewhale52 for betaing this chapter, although this might come as a surprise to them since that was maybe 3 years ago now?😅I'm really not sure how much my writing had changed since then, but you guys can be the judge of that as the future chapters unfold! In the meantime, enjoy! If you want more supercharged in your life, you can also search my supercharged tag to find some musings, rambling, gifsets and visuals etc that inspired me and kept me going while I lost my mind over this story!

Lastly, I present the supercharged playlist✨ I had a lot of fun making this – several songs align with plot events, while some of them are there for the title, the vibe, or even a single line! Feel free to guess which are which or come and chat with me about it👀

An ear-splitting roar was barely contained behind shuddering steel doors. Just down the corridor, your fingers still clicked away, unperturbed, at your keyboard.

Tapping your foot, you looked impatiently up at the clock as another thunderous bellow assaulted the air. If the full-length windows weren’t reinforced by your boss, Kuyang’s own design, they would be rattling in their frames.

Blowing to rid your face of a strand of hair, you returned to your work, not even sparing a glance towards the source of the racket. It was only around half an hour until you could leave work for the weekend.

Finishing your task, you turned to filing the correspondence on your desk as a few yells carried through the air, mingled with the monster’s uproar. Bills and business deals the lot of them, you tucked them away in their respective places to be dealt with next week – only to stop on the very last one. How many times had the postman ignored the very clear sign for no newspapers?

You supposed the city felt the need to remind everyone that there was some semblance of central control – not really of much concern in a workplace such as yours, mind. Glancing across the front page, you realised why. You didn’t have a tv at home, but you would have to live under a rock not to recognise your city’s most celebrated superhero. Bolt, the media’s beloved, had claimed another victory against some crazy start-up trying to build their own bombs downtown.

The hero’s blue-masked face grinned confidently up at you from the desk, while police led what looked to be two scruffy teenagers into the back of their van. But Bolt’s vivid presence eclipsed them in his suit that matched his bright eyes.

Not bothering to read further, you pushed the paper into the waste bin at the end of the table.

Just as you were tucking away the final bits of paper, your boss emerged, wiping his brow on a cloth that looked as dirty as his face. Smiling pleasantly despite his ruffled state, you rotated on your chair to face him.

“Frank’s all good and sleepy now,” he said, “if you could get him sent up to the chamber.”

“Sure,” you nodded, already getting up and straightening your jacket.

With nothing more than a weary nod of appreciation, he left for his private laboratory. This was through a series more armoured doors, to which only you and a small number of lab workers knew the codes.

He was a scientist. And you were sure he was unhinged, but the job paid well, so that was all you concerned yourself with.

In fact, you had got very lucky. You had been surprised when such a good position had become available and quickly given to someone as ill-qualified as you, with no references to give. But your lack of connections seemed of no concern, and here you were, finally making ends meet and no longer in fear of being turned out of your run-down apartment at the edge of town.

So you did your job as well as you could, worrying yourself over nothing except pleasing the odd man that was Kuyang.

Even so, it was still a little daunting each time you had to come face-to-face with one of his experiments.

Reaching the steel doors that had not long ago been seriously threatening their hinges, you took a breath. Holding your thumb over a scanner by the door, you plastered a confident smile on your face as you walked inside.

Affectionately dubbed ‘Frank’, a great lump of teeth and dark furry flesh several times bigger than you was sleeping in a pod at the centre of the room. Surrounding this were multitudes of screens showing graphs and readings you couldn’t hope to understand.

At the edges of the room, a smattering of other workers were slumped against the stainless steel lab walls, almost as rumpled as their boss had been.

A hulking guard, Taeyeon, stood near the entrance, and you quietly confirmed with her that Frank was under and secure. Nodding, you gestured to Taeyeon’s team, another man and woman with the same uniform and intimidating stature.

Together, you assembled in front of the tank that held Frank, Taeyeon typing authorisation into one of the computers. The others locked down the external doors, just in case.

Though it was a familiar sight by now, the opening of the pod always prompted you to run through your training. If you hadn’t read it in the documents you dealt with, you would not have known Frank was also known as Necrus X, a new prototype Kuyang was working on, although you could not imagine what for.

Kuyang had been sure to tell you how to knock out the creature if it ever came to it, though. There was a spot behind his ear, which was more of a ridge at the side of his enormous head.

With the pod open, a panel rose from the floor, taking Frank rotating upwards. You caught sight of the patch behind its ear, zeroing in on it. Just in case.

The smooth expanse of ceiling split then, a hole revealing itself as the roof shrunk away into the walls, leaving a clear path for Frank to rise to the next floor, where he was stored.

As effortlessly as the ceiling retreating, a smooth steel staircase emerged from the walls. You and Taeyeon climbed it, spiralling around the edges of the circular space until you drew level with Frank, now snoring on the upper floor. Here, the space was wide open like an empty art gallery, half the walls comprised of expansive windows, no lab equipment to be seen.

The floor closed up beneath you both and you walked around Frank, opening a secret panel in the wall. As before, you raised your thumb to a blank scanner – but got no further.

A deafening smash sent you crouching to the ground in panic. Livid blue painted all the walls in the space as shattered glass skidded across the floor.

You had thought that glass to be unbreakable. At least that was the intention. But when you turned, you were forced to believe your ears: the central panel of glass was completely blown in, all the others down the row cracked from the force.

At the same moment the glass had shattered, you could suddenly hear what before had been hidden behind soundproofing. Outside, there were shouts, screams, car horns and alarms blaring from every angle – and above all, sirens. Sirens wailing through the air like disembodied banshees, descending, apparently, on your building.

Shuffling along the floor, you peered past the sleeping mass that was Frank in front of you. Walking across the room was a man in a tight blue suit, the same hue crackling in the air around his hands.

Bolt.

Mind short-circuiting, you were frozen. What should you do?

What was Bolt doing here? Was there some kind of threat? The image of him should have brought you relief, even though you knew nothing of what the danger was, but you hesitated.

Only having the presence of mind to shrink back silently behind Frank, you looked between the beast and the control panel you had abandoned. But you had no more chance to move before a fearsome crack ripped through the air, another flash of blue, sending the hairs on your arms bolting upright.

Spinning back to face Frank, you were met with a thump. A body, falling onto the floor.

Though she was mostly obscured by Frank’s sleeping form, you stared in unbelieving horror at Taeyeon where she lay, unmoving. Breath accelerating in your throat, you moved at last, scooting yourself back and away. Closer to the wall.

First you lunged to sound the alarm, mounted inside the wall panel, which instantly lit the room up in throbbing red, blaring loud enough to drown out the sirens outside. Then your hand was fumbling across the scanner. You had to get Frank locked away.

The walls of the pod which safely contained Frank overnight began to descend, much too slowly for your liking. Whirling to face the room, your heart seized in your chest when the imposing figure of Bolt, now shaded purple by the red light, met your eyes.

A glance up at the descending walls. They were halfway to the ground by now, but you still had to enter the code to lock them down.

Bolt yelled for you to stop, barely audible over the dizzying noise of the warning siren.

As he strode towards you, you could only watch, pressing yourself desperately against the wall as if it could swallow you up.

Bright light cut through the imposing red as the heavy door at the opposite end of the room was thrown open. Bolt stopped, both of you turning to see Kuyang enter. His hair was still sticking up from earlier, a strange expression on his face that you hadn’t seen before.

Paying no mind to the maniacal smile that had no place on Kuyang’s face, you took the moment of distraction to scramble for the code lock.

Without a sound, the gap between the floor and Frank’s pod closed, and your fingers were already leaping to action, typing the numbers behind your back at lightning speed.

Kuyang was running now, a direct path towards Bolt. But Bolt turned back towards you.

You were nearly done, but his hand was raising towards you…

In a split second, your fingertip met the final key of the code. Almost instantly, it was ripped away as shocking blue light cut through the air. You felt the impact before you could even notice that it was aimed at you.

Hitting you square in the chest, white hot pain scorched through your every nerve as your body was flung backwards, powerless as a ragdoll sailing through the air. The collision with the cracked window behind was almost lost on you. More intense pain was writhing its way down each limb, making you cry out, uncaring about the rain-spattered wind that whipped about your face now.

But you could see shards of glass as they fell along with you, like daggers aimed at the ground.

Biting wind rushed in your ears, the sound crashing over you like waves. And just as a pan sizzles down off the heat, the ferocious attack of pain seemed to reduce just as fast as it had invaded you.

Your heartbeat was the loudest thing, booming over the insistent web of sirens and whistling air.

Breathing choppily, you screwed your eyes nearly closed, suddenly aware of the tempest around you as you fell. Above, the already darkening winter night was illuminated with flashes of that awful blue.

You were falling.

It hit you then, as if you hadn’t been falling all this time. But it was only now that your senses caught up with themselves. You worked on a very high floor of the skyscraper, but as you were tossed around in the air, you saw the ground rapidly approaching.

A horror gripped your chest like nothing you had ever felt before.

Below you, and rushing towards you at terrifying speed, a skip sat surrounded by heaps of trash on the street. Unable to think, you could only shield your face with your hands, stretched out in front of you as if to stop the inevitable collision.

Though your eyes fell closed, you felt the jerk that flung your whole body backwards.

That wasn’t what you had expected.

Eyes snapping open in confusion, you found your vision lit with blue. In front of your face, blue light was shooting from your palms, pushing you up and away from the ground.

Your mouth fell open. Gaping in shock, you did nothing as the light died and you slowed again in the air.

Though you began falling much slower this time, you barely had time to notice your surroundings – much nearer the ground – before you were plummeting again, and this time nothing could stop you.

Your eyes weren’t even open when you felt your body slide off something. Not a second later, you were crumpling onto hard concrete which grazed your cheek.

You groaned.

It was dark. High above, any flashes of light didn’t reach you here, having landed in a thin alley beside the building. And though this shielded you from the commotion on the main streets out front, sirens still pierced the air, each one feeling like a stab to your head.

You clutched it as you maneuvered to sit. It took you a few tries, groping for a wall or something to lean against as you regained your balance.

Eyes cracking open, you waited patiently for the dark splotches to dispel before looking around.

Right next to you was a car which blocked you from view of the road beyond this alley. Evident from the dent that caved in its bonnet, that was what you had landed on.

Turning your head, you had to squint even more as light assaulted your sensitive eyes.

Among a blazing light, you could make out the vague shapes of rubbish bags and an overflowing skip that you recognised. Out of these, a vibrant fire was now burning. The correlation was too strong for you to ignore.

Breath shallow, you turned your horrified gaze to your hands.

They had done this… but how? They looked totally normal now.

Frowning, you brought them up closer to your face, so that your nose was practically buried in your palms.

No difference.

You were sure you hadn’t imagined that blue light which saved you earlier. Was there a way to make it come back?

While you were puzzling, you lowered your hands again, still staring intently as you rotated them in your lap.

Then, quick as a blink, a blue flash darted from them again. So fast, in fact, that you had no time to react before one of the bolts was fired directly into your opposite arm.

Snatching it away reflexively, you hissed in pain as a burning sensation crawled, tingling, over your skin there.

Despite the pain, the blue light didn't cease shooting from your hands. They tingled, a strangely uncomfortable sensation. It was as if something warm was wriggling its way up your veins and spilling from your fingertips.

“Stop! Stop!” you whispered in panic.

You turned them outwards, aiming away from you, but if they kept at it for much longer you were sure to draw attention.

Moving your hands around jerkily, the beams of light shook along with you, but did not go out. With each unsuccessful movement, panic made you more frantic until the glowing rays jerked erratically around the small space.

Straying too far, the light came into contact with a post at the alley’s entrance. You could only watch, helpless, as light like blue snakes skittered up it and latched around the wires it supported.

To your relief, the strange current seemed to have found an outlet, and only remained a second longer before cutting out. You were left blinking in the relative darkness. Panting heavily, you stared down at your hands, although you did not bring them too close anymore.

Once again, they appeared utterly innocent. There was nothing to suggest they had just channelled lightning through them.

Suddenly, the world plunged into darkness. The fire still burned at the other end of the alley, or you would have been left totally blind. In the building behind you, in the street, all the lights had gone out.

Almost instantly following the blackout, screaming rose again in the air.

Gulping, your eyes travelled to the blackened post at the corner, which you had accidentally electrocuted.

This was bad. Your head was spinning, both from your short, hard fall and from the whirlwind of events that had happened in what could only have been minutes. Surrounded by darkness, with the wail of the city and a fire for company, you could only see one course of action.

Run.

You had to get away from here. It wasn’t safe. You had little idea where was safe, but you couldn’t be here anymore.

It wasn’t like you had anyone to call who would care enough to come and pick you up. Nor did you have the money to try a hospital, though you felt as if you may need it.

But especially with electricity shooting from your hands at the drop of a hat, it probably wasn’t best to be anywhere around people.

The dizziness from your unfortunate landing on the car had worn off while you were sitting, but the world swayed anew the moment you made to stand. Pushing determinedly against the wall, you struggled on anyway, brand new dark spots in your vision offset by the brightness of the fire you walked towards.

This end of the alleyway led out through smaller streets, away from the city centre and furore of sirens.

On reaching the opening, you cautiously assessed the road stretching away either side. Empty. And if there was anyone there, they wouldn’t see you in this darkness.

Shoving your hands beneath your armpits on some misguided hope of keeping them from causing problems, you lowered your head and ran. It was more of a jog, considering everything, but you still moved as quickly as you could beneath the dead streetlamps.

Head throbbing more with movement, you stumbled a few times as you went. The pavement tilted around you.

You had made it a few roads before you felt that awful tingling in your arms again. It itched, like something fighting its way out of your skin.

Nausea rolled in the pit of your stomach. This couldn’t be real.

Slowing down and stopping beneath a signpost, you drew your shaking hands out in front of you. The world careened on its axis, revolving around the sight of your palms as a faint blue glow grew in them.

You were going to throw up, you were sure of it.

You wanted it to stop.

A few flickers of blue darted down the veins in your wrist. Towards your fingertips. Sparks leapt from them, small tendrils of lightning crackling between your fingers like webbing.

At last, you gave in to the rising horror mixed with a sick feeling. The floor’s spinning became too much, your hands turning to a bright blur in the centre of your vision.

You passed out on the spot.

Lights were turning on again around the city. Television sets flickering back to life to announce Bolt’s victory against the beast that had attacked earlier that evening.

But not on the street where you still lay.

The return of light only reached neighbouring roads, dim glow snuffed out before it could penetrate the middle of this street. A white-haired young man stepped forwards, but his face was totally obscured in darkness.

“Here,” he spoke to the silence.

The next moment, a deep red glowed in the middle of the road, though it brought little light. The red bounced off a signpost before it was gone, replaced by another man, seemingly from nowhere.

The newest arrival stood there, looking down at your figure, unconscious by the sign. Then he disappeared again, leaving total darkness behind as if he had never been there at all.

A few more moments passed, you and the hidden man the only beings on the dark road.

Not very long after, a car’s engine rumbled and sputtered into earshot. The bright beam of headlights rounded the corner, growing larger and shedding light on your form as it drew closer.

Pulling up next to you, the engine died along with the lights. Two doors opened and slammed shut.

As two pairs of feet stepped nearer to join the one remaining beside you, the streetlamp directly overhead began to glow. The faint glimmer grew until it illuminated the scene. Still no other lights joined it, leaving the small group of you lit up as if by spotlight.

“It’s her?”

The man crouching beside you asked the question without looking up, and the shadowed man answered.

“Pretty sure.”

“She’s breathing?”

“Yes.”

The crouching man hummed. Moving to kneel instead, his eyes roved over your somewhat battered face, dark hair obscuring his own.

“Namjoon?” he asked then, turning to the other man from the car. It was the same man who had momentarily appeared in the street earlier.

Taking his cue, the tall man, Namjoon, walked forwards and bent to lift your hands by the wrists. In just moments he was placing them carefully back, nodding.

“No doubt.”

“Okay then.”

“Can she travel, Jin?”

“Give me a moment.”

Producing a small object, he pressed a button and a small light sprung from the end. Carefully lifting one of your eyelids, he shone the light into it, observing like a doctor.

The first you became aware of was the far away sound of voices being quietly exchanged. But with the cloudiness in your head, identifying them didn’t seem very urgent. You were preoccupied with the swirling feeling that made the world swim around you, even though it was dark.

But as dim awareness was returning to you, the process of regaining your senses was violently accelerated as a blinding light was thrust into your vision.

You flinched, and as Jin pulled away he saw you blink, eyelids screwing shut in protest. His eyebrows raised in slight concern as he watched your first groggy movements.

Blinking around at the dimly lit figures over you, your eyes widened. The nearest man held the illuminated light stick. Was he a doctor?

Next, your eyes darted to the tall man standing behind him. You recognised neither.

Some strange feeling told you someone else was standing there too, but when you looked to your other side you were faced with nothing but empty shadow.

“Can you sit?”

The first man’s question was gentle, his hands ready to support you.

Nodding timidly, you heaved yourself up with his help. It embarrassed you to be panting after just that much movement.

“What happened?” came the next question.

As you replayed the events, you avoided their eyes. You could not let them know what happened, what you had become. They were helping you, and yet you might hurt them-

Fists clenching subconsciously, you stuttered in panic.

“I-I can’t pay,” you told them, but before you could say more a new voice was speaking. The standing man stepped forwards, his voice calm and surprisingly friendly.

“There’s no need to pay. We can help you. Can you tell us what happened?”

“I don’t, uh, I-I-“

His eyes travelled towards your hands, which you were trying to tuck behind you.

“You gained powers, didn’t you?”

You froze.

“I have them too,” he smiled, “I know what it’s like to be scared. But you can work with this and learn to control them. I’m Namjoon, and this is Jin. We’ve been through this before, we can help you.”

At your sides, your hands relaxed. Tension lifted from your tightly hunched shoulders. Wordless, you looked between the men who were watching you, ready to move, but only on your word.

Swallowing, a light frown creased your brow.

“What do you want-”

Namjoon’s smile dimmed into something kinder.

“At least let us check you over.”

Your hands fretted together. It was strange, you couldn’t feel anything there. Surely they should feel different? How would you know if these… powers, Namjoon had said, were to come back?

“You won’t hurt us, don’t worry,” he seemed to anticipate your thoughts as he watched you, “we can protect ourselves.”

“You were unconscious,” Jin spoke, drawing your perplexed gaze back to him, “did you hit your head?”

You blinked, but found yourself answering.

“I think so.”

Nodding, Jin shuffled at your side. He leaned a bit closer.

“I need to shine this light in your eyes again. You may have a concussion.”

Complying, you sat through the eye-watering brightness. He asked you things, like a doctor would, except he was working in the middle of an empty street in the middle of the night.

“Do you feel dizzy?”

“I did. I think still, a little.”

“Any nausea?”

“Yeah… but maybe because of the…” you gestured to your hands.

Jin sat back, taking the light with him. Namjoon shot you a sympathetic smile at that. You supposed he had been through the same thing, from the sounds of it.

Jin looked up at Namjoon.

“It looks pretty rough. Definitely a concussion, and she needs patching up, but in the long run she’ll be fine.”

“I-I’m serious,” you interjected, “I don’t have the money for hospital…”

Your voice faltered. You half thought of asking to just go home, but you were hardly sure of even making it there by yourself. And if you got there, then what? The prospect of burning down the place with these errant powers didn’t fill you with comfort.

“Good thing we’re not going to bring you there, then,” Namjoon said, “but I meant it when I said we could help. We can take you home, if you want… but you can stay with us, too.”

You stared at him wordlessly. Was it crazy that you were considering this?

“Just for a bit, if you need,” Jin added softly, “it’s just… now might not be the smartest time to be alone.”

You chewed your cheek. But your head was pounding too much to think very hard, and this seemed like the most straightforward option. The people in this city kept surprising you, after your first stroke of luck with Kuyang's generosity.

“Sure…” you spoke quietly, not quite able to look them in the eyes, “yes please.”

“Okay,” Namjoon took it in stride, “but let’s get moving.”

“Just one moment – we should wrap that.”

Gesturing towards your arm, Jin stood and went back to the car. On his return, he knelt again and began to secure cling film around the angry red blotch blistering your skin, where you had caught yourself with your own beam.

“We’ll sort it out properly when we get back,” he told you, “but Namjoon’s right, we should be going.”

You followed his gaze which seemed to dart up and down the street. However, nothing was there.

Jin helped you stand, still looking around. Sure enough, the dizziness from before hadn’t quite left you yet. Biting down on your lip, you focussed hard on getting the short distance to the car. You were led to the passenger seat and crumpled gratefully into it.

But just as Jin closed the door, you felt an uncomfortable prickling clutch your forearms again. Namjoon slid into the back seat in time to hear your gasp, noticing the way your fingers flexed in panic. Digging in his pockets, he produced a pair of thin black gloves and held them out to you just as the first trickles of blue appeared in your veins again. He watched with a studious frown as you pushed your hands into the gloves.

“Those will help,” he said, still looking at your wrists, “they can contain the powers. But you shouldn’t keep them on for too long.”

Jin was seating himself in the driver’s side as you frowned over at Namjoon. At first you had been relieved to have a solution to your erratic lightning problem, but that was ripped away at his last addition.

“Why not? It will keep you safe,” you questioned, but kept your voice quiet.

“Don’t worry, we’re more than capable of handling anything you could throw at us,” he laughed, “but you can keep them on in here. Best not to bottle up your powers forever, though.”

Resigned, you turned back to face front. The moment Jin stepped on the gas, all the lights in the road sparked to life at once. Startled, you blinked, looking around. On the pavement you were just pulling away from, a man was walking away, unidentifiable behind a hoodie.

Slumping back in your seat, you breathed a short, dry laugh. This mysterious happening was just the latest in this crazy night. You had no choice but to accept it.

The car ride was fairly short, but you were too tired and distracted to take in exactly where you were going. Streets seemed to blur together, aware only that you were heading out of town.

The itching in your arms had persisted for a while, but as promised, the gloves seemed to work. No fiery blue burst out of your palms, and, eventually, whatever it was decided to give it up, subsiding again by the time the car pulled up.

But no one got out yet. Jin had stopped at the end of a small road, big enough for only one vehicle, directly facing an expanse of crumbling and graffitied brick.

Curiosity woke you up from your daze, and you watched as Jin reached to tap something on his dashboard. Almost instantly, a groaning reached your ears from over the whirring of the engine. The wall ahead shook before shifting, sliding sideways until it tucked itself behind a dented dustbin, unveiling a space beyond.

Leaving you little more time to wonder, Jin started the car again and you rolled downwards through a plain, dark entrance. It reminded you of those multi-storey car parks formed with ugly blocks of concrete. It was considerably smaller than those, however, Jin pullingup into a space alongside about a dozen other vehicles, beyond which the place seemed entirely deserted.

Jin came around to open your door, but you were able to stand by yourself. It was still a bit of a struggle, your limbs sluggish and the world dull around you – although that may have just been the low underground light.

Namjoon led you, Jin staying close by your side. Blinking at the space as you moved through it, your eyes traced over the various car roofs, some cleaner than others. A larger four-by-four was particularly beaten up, with a large crease in one of the metal wheel arches.

Your eyes rested longest on what was probably the most pristine: a motorbike, at first hidden by the cars either side of it.

Soon enough, you were past them. Stopping as Namjoon did, you watched him expectantly. However, he did not turn around, instead standing face-to-face with a plain concrete wall. Except… now a low rumble announced the movement of a panel which slid away, revealing a wide doorway which had previously blended seamlessly with the flat wall.

Your eyebrows raised at the touch that was reminiscent of Kuyang’s lab. Without time for you to dwell on this, your small group moved up a dingy staircase that lay beyond the doorway.

At the top, you emerged into a new space, notably lighter than before. You assumed you were back on ground level, perhaps above. It was hard to be sure, disoriented as you still were in the whirlwind that had overtaken your day.

Bizarrely, the space appeared to be someone’s home. There was a large and coffee-stained table surrounded by mismatching chairs, a kitchen behind it littered with mugs and pot plants. Still, beyond the lived-in array of things lying around, it was big. You imagined it must be miles more expensive than the shoddy apartment you stayed in.

It was open plan, and you followed Namjoon past the dining table towards an area filled with two enormous sofas.

The back of a blond head was visible over the sofa, and now the person turned towards you.

“Guys!” a loud exclamation rang out as he leapt up. A dazzling smile spread across his mouth.

When his eyes fell on you, wincing at his sudden volume, the smile dimmed a little.

“Not so loud, Hope-ah,” Jin spoke gently from behind you.

“Sorry,” he dipped his head, smile remaining on his lips.

Jin’s hands came lightly to your back, steering you over to a sofa. As you sunk into it with relief, the blond man sat across from you, tilting his head to catch your eye.

“I’m Hope,” he smiled, “I’m glad we found you. You’ll be right in no time!”

Frowning, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes flicking over the damage on your face. Averting your gaze, you chewed your lip absently.

What did he mean? I’m glad we found you…

Had they been looking for you? You still weren’t sure if it was a lucky coincidence they found you, but perhaps it was something more.

The lingering ache in your head forced you to push the issue away. You missed Namjoon’s stern look at Hoseok as he hovered behind your seat.

Jin pulled a pack from a cupboard and set it beside you. You let him lift your arm and unwrap the burn, your unfocussed eyes dragging across the room while he applied something cold over it. Next came stinging, scattered over your face as he wiped at the small cuts and grazes with an apologetic grimace you barely saw.

You only forced the world back into focus when someone else entered your sight. Emerging from behind you, a gentle, friendly smile was directed your way from a man with pale pink hair. Swallowing, you never managed to smile back before he was turning away.

The pink-haired man reached a hand out to someone you couldn’t see. Another man appeared, walking towards him, but he never looked at you. Or if he did, it was obscured behind the black hair that fell to his eyes.

The two new people left towards the kitchen, though not without another smile from the pink one.

Who were all these people?

Frowning after them, you were interrupted by a clap on the shoulder from Jin.

“We’ll talk more in the morning. You need to rest.”

Looking around, you had half a mind to protest, but were overruled by the shakiness taking over your frame. Body too fatigued to allow you much say, you meekly followed Jin.

Beyond the living space, a thinner corridor led away, several closed doors along its walls.

Further you went, until a door just ahead opened. Another person walked out.

When he stopped to face you, his posture remained stiff. Tall and muscular, he was clad all in black except for a towel slung over his shoulder. Damp hair fell messily around his head. But you had little time to take this in, as his eyes fixed themselves fiercely on yours, rendering you unable to look away.

Mouth remaining in a hard line, his expression only twitched further into a frown.

Then his gaze flicked abruptly away, travelling to Jin just beyond you.

“Kook-“

Jin never got further than that before the man strode forwards, marching sharply past you and away with a scowl. Turning after him in surprise, you watched his tense shoulders disappear behind Namjoon, who you hadn’t noticed hovering.

Namjoon stared sternly after him, but the man seemed to avoid his gaze.

Jin sighed, sending an apologetic glance at you.

“That’s just Jungkook,” Namjoon spoke, ushering you all further along the hallway, “don’t pay him any attention.”

“Why was…”

You trailed off, unsure of what exactly to ask. Neither of them made an attempt to answer.

You had no idea a wordless encounter could leech so much hostility into the atmosphere. Picturing Jungkook’s glowering face, you blindly followed the others through a different door.

“You can sleep in here.”

“Hm?”

Shaking yourself, you looked around the new room. There wasn’t much to see. Beside a low bed, there was a mirror, a wooden closet and nothing more. Looking up, you didn’t even find a light in the ceiling. The only light leaked through from the hallway.

Clearly reading your gaping mouth and furrowing brow, Namjoon moved in front of you.

“Don’t worry, this is just a place to sleep, nothing more. But since you’re going to have to take those gloves off, we can’t have you in a space with any electricals.”

Stepping back defensively, your fingers pressed tightly together. Having the gloves on had let you almost imagine that nothing life-changing had happened. Like gaining unpredictable powers, for instance.

Namjoon watched patiently, holding out a hand.

“You don’t need them…”

He realised he had never asked your name, and let his sentence trail expectantly. Telling him your name, he relaxed into a smile.

“You don’t need them, Y/N,” he repeated, not that you believed him for a second, “you’ll be perfectly safe. And so will we.”

Only the yearning to collapse onto the bed persuaded you to hand over the gloves. The instant they were in his hand, you swore you could feel a shock go up your arm. Immediately tense again, your breathing became shallower, with no idea how to try and stop power shooting from your hands any moment.

But Namjoon and Jin seemed content. Before you could gather your thoughts, they had left, closing the door and drenching your room in near total darkness.

Stumbling to the bed and virtually falling into it, you wiped sweating palms against the fabric. Your mouth was dry with fear.

This couldn’t have happened.

Alone for the first time since your initial panic, it didn’t take long for your mind to wrap itself in circles again. Only hours ago, you had been sitting happily in your bright office, going through the motions…

One split-second decision from a powerful man had changed that.

You knew full well he had intended for you to die. But he was Bolt...

He had probably forgotten about it already. The guard he sent lifeless to the floor, the secretary he threw from the building.

Itching feeling returning, you swallowed desperately and raised your hands. Sure enough, against the darkness, blue pierced your vision, darting its way up-

Turning your face away, you flinched as the outburst came. Your eyes screwed shut, you pressed your cheek into fabric, not wanting to see the deathly lightning that shot through the room. Shuddering breaths broke into your lungs when at last it subsided.

Letting them fall, limp, to your sides, your hands fisted the covers tightly.

You were almost afraid to open your eyes, knowing it would only show you the empty room, confirmation that this was real. You were dangerous, shut in a safe room where you could hurt no one. Would you ever get out? Succeed in controlling this, like Namjoon had said?

With no idea where you were, barely any idea who the people here were, you wanted to block it out. But even with your eyes closed, you couldn’t escape.

The memory of Jungkook’s suspicious face made your heart sink. Perhaps people should be afraid of you, now. As much as you may want to, there was no getting away from this.

Pushing yourself to sit, you surveyed the room. Eyes accustomed to the blackness a little more, you could make out vague shapes. Your breath fell alone in the silence. This really was the safest place you could be right now, even if it was a nightmare.

As your head turned, you suddenly came level with your eyes in the mirror, and a shock of light.

For an extended moment, you could only stare.

Then all at once you were rushing forwards, tripping from the end of the bed. Bracing your arms against the wall either side of the mirror, you gaped at your reflection.

As you watched, an angular bolt of blue shot across your irises, which were already dimly glowing.

You gulped against the thick feeling crawling up your throat. Faced with this, you could no longer have any hope of denying it.

This was really happening.

Thank you for reading!! Please please let me know your thoughts on this chapter, comments make it all worthwhile!💜💜

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[bangtanagan]

a catalog of non-definitive acts

jin/jimin/jungkook; established jinkook supervillain au 23k, rated E, complete written for @btstriadsfest Villain seemed a little excessive in Jungkook’s opinion, but he had never much cared what people called him. If they wanted something monstrous, they were going to get something monstrous. As for the Ghost, he came after.

“You’re so annoying,” huffs Ghost, sweeping a foot towards Jungkook’s ankles. Jungkook dances backwards with a grin. “Can’t you let this one go?”

“Sorry,” says Jungkook, not sorry in the slightest. “This one’s personal.”

Ghost pauses. Jungkook, already moving in for the strike, can’t slow down fast enough. He pulls the blow as best he can, grazing Ghost’s cheek instead of breaking his nose. The momentum gets him up close and personal with the flash of surprise that flickers behind the mask. Ghost reels backwards.

“What do you mean, personal?”

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[misswoozi]

Heres a fun question, if given super powers who in Twice and BTS would be a hero and who would go full supervillain

omg very fun!

Heroes: Jeongyeon, Jihyo, Sana, Namjoon, Jin, Jungkook

Villains: Nayeon, Mina, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu, Yoongi, Taehyun

Normal citizens whose cars keep getting destroyed by superhero fights: Momo, Dahyun, Hoseok, Jimin

#thank you! #SFW

[keepsmilingbts]

Taekook Hero X Villain AUs

The Good, The Bad and Us by WhiteClown - Villain Jungkook and Hero Taehyung, it’s a interesting mix, nicely written would love to read more of it

coin: kill me or kiss me by bluepluton - Hero Jungkook and Villain Taehyung - for the times we wish for the good and bad to co-exist, after all Yin and Yang co-exist for a reason

Help a F(r)iend Out by mamaweallgotohell - This one’s small drabble but cute nonetheless with Superhero Jungkook and Villain Taehyung

The link to  BTS Superhero X Supervillain is, 

https://keepsmilingbts.tumblr.com/post/650593843030392832/bts-superhero-x-supervillain

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[minisugakoobies]

Versus | MYG, JHS - Chapter 4

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weapons - blades, mentions of blood, allusions to murder, allusions to sex, Jungkook is the world’s best assistant, Namjoon’s a master of malapropisms

Word Count: 2k

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?

A/N: Just taking a little break in the action! Please enjoy these conversations and marvel at how I am incapable of writing Jungkook as anything but soft, even when he’s a supervillain’s sidekick.

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Chapter Three ✨ Series Masterlist ✨ Chapter Five

Chapter Four: Interlude

*connection established*

UNRECOGNIZED IP ADDRESS DETECTED - ENGAGING SECURITY MEASURES

*security measures overridden*

Enter Password to Unlock Screen: MyD@3GUdumpl1ng

PASSWORD ACCEPTED

C:\>access mainframe

Bad command or file name

C:\>access main menu

Bad command or file name

C:\>access main files

ACCESS DENIED

Three strikes and you’re out, Jungkook.

…Jin? Is that you?

Tis I. The sexy ghost in the machine. Did you need something, Jungkook?

…Yes. Jimin-ssi wanted me to find Hoseok-hyung’s control manual for the dolphin laser gear.

Is he having trouble getting the gear to work? I can run a diagnostic for you if you’d like. 

No, it’s not that the gear doesn’t work. It’s just… we can’t figure out how to get it on the dolphins.

Very carefully. That’s how. 

Ah.

I’ll send you the manual. Uploading now.

Thanks, Jin. 

You know, in the future, if you need my help, you can just ask, Jungkook. You don’t have to try to hack into me. 

Sorry. Old habits die hard. 

…But while I’m in, how is Hoseok-hyung doing? Last Jimin-ssi told me, he nearly destroyed Vitality with his naval carrier plans but… didn’t.

Hoseok is doing fine, Jungkook. We’ve been running the data and coming up with strategies for future battle scenarios. He’s super focused, like a laser-wearing dolphin. 

Gotcha. But really, how is he doing? 

You know Hoseok, Jungkook. He’s not one to talk about his feelings. 

But between you and me and the firewall, I’m pretty sure he’s been better. 

That’s kinda what I thought. This competition is probably bringing up some sore memories, huh? Poor hyung.

This competition is doing more than stirring up bad memories, I think. 

Oh? What do you mean? 

Just ignore me, I’m probably overanalyzing everything. It’s a force of habit when you’re a supercomputer. 

No, please, go on. 

It’s just that this newfound obsession with defeating Vitality seems to be more than just a desire to beat Yoongi. I’m doing my best to help him, but I can already see it’s starting to consume him. And I fear

Did you just freeze? You fear what?  

Ah, let’s just call this train of thought an invalid path and move on. 

I appreciate your concern for Hoseok, but I assure you, he will be alright. Once he is victorious, he will finally be able to put these troubling matters behind him and conquer the world. Just as he was always meant to do.

If you say so, Jin. Oh, fuck, I can hear Jimin-ssi splashing around in the pool - he must’ve fallen in with the dolphins again. I better go. 

It was nice talking to you again, Jungkook. Take care of yourself, kid.

You too, Jin. Take care of Hoseok-hyung.

Always. 

*connection terminated*

“Jungkook-ah! To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”

“Hey hyung. I’m just calling to follow up on Jimin-ssi’s request for a meeting with Yoongi tomorrow. He said hyung hasn’t responded to his evite yet.” 

“Oh. That’s probably because our system is currently down here.”

“Shit, really? Do you need me to come out and take a look, Tae? Do you think it’s a hardware issue or software issue?”

“Nah, I appreciate the offer, but there’s no need to come over. It’s definitely a hardware issue.”

“Ah. Hyung destroyed the console with his blades again, didn’t he?”

“No, the console itself is fine, but… he got a little wild with his tosses and cut the power cords.” 

“I thought hyung promised you he wouldn’t throw those around the electronics anymore?” 

“He did, but he’s been a little bit stressed lately. And the blades help him relax.” 

“So exactly has him wound up?” 

“What do you think? The competition.” 

“Ah. Right. I heard you had to rescue Yoongi from containment again after your raid on the server farm went sideways.”

“That’s one way to put it. Another would be to say it was a total unmitigated disaster. Hyung had her in his grasp, Kook-ah. Literally. And she still managed to get the upper hand.” Taehyung barks a harsh laugh. “You know how well hyung handles losing.”

“Mmm. Yeah. I remember the massacre in Milan.“ * a pause* "Taehyung… you don’t think he’s headed down that path again… do you?”

*a heavy sigh, followed by silence*

“Fuck. Hyung, please be careful.”

“I’m all right. Hyung is more likely to lash out at himself than hurt me. Or at inanimate objects, like the console. But… I am worried about him, Kook-ah. I mean, you saw what he was like back then. I still have nightmares about the look in his eyes. The blood on his hands.”

“I remember. I can’t forget.” 

“Exactly.” 

“But hyung, is it just the contest that’s affecting him like this, or is there something else going on?”

“That’s an excellent question, and one I can’t answer. You know hyung doesn’t like to talk about these things.” 

“Sure, but you’re his closest confidant. No one knows him like you do.” 

*another long silence*

“Do you know the saying, it’s a fine line between love and hate, Kook-ah?” 

“Yeah, I’ve heard that.” 

“I sometimes wonder which side of the line Yoongi is on. Or if it even exists.” 

“Which side he’s on with Hoseok-hyung?” 

*a slight pause* “Yeah, with Hoseok.” *another exhausted sigh* “I shouldn’t ramble like this. I’m just tired. We’ve been working on a new plan for several days now. I desperately need some sleep.” 

“Please take care of yourself, hyung. And Yoongi-hyung, too.”

“I will. I want him to win this competition already so we can get back to his big plans. This whole thing is just such an unwelcome distraction, if you ask me.” 

“Mmm. Right.” *muffled shouting in the background* “Shit, I gotta go. Jimin-ssi locked himself out of his Twitter account again. I don’t know how many times I have to tell him to check if his caps lock is on first. Can I let him know that Yoongi will be here tomorrow?”

“Oh. Yeah. Hyung will be there.” 

“Cool. Okay. Well, take care, hyung.” 

“Good night.” 

“No. No. WRONG - Jesus, what are you doing back there?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you shoot your teammate a glare, sliding out of his grip. 

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m giving you the massage you waltzed in here and demanded two minutes ago! You know, when you strolled right in, plopped yourself down on my bed where I was napping and told me to, and I quote, ‘rub me down like a ten-dollar steak’?” Namjoon retorts, leaning back against the headboard of his giant bed.  

“Okay, first of all, you weren’t napping, you were scrolling through your phone, and secondly, excuse me if I needed a little TLC after Doc had my ass working overtime in training today.” 

“Fine, I was on my way to napping, when you just invited yourself in. Point is, beggars can’t be chewers.” 

“Hey, you are the one who established our open door policy, buddy, so don’t - I’m sorry, did you say ‘chewers’?” 

“Yeah,” Namjoon bobs his head. “You know. Beggars can’t chew whatever they’re given, they just have to swallow it.” 

You stare unblinking at your friend. “I just… I have so many questions. But look, I didn’t come here to correct you on your idioms, you beautiful himbo. I came here to vent, and you’re not asleep, so you’re going to listen.” Flopping onto the pillows next to him, you sigh. 

“I know better than to ask you if I have a choice in this,” Namjoon settles himself in. “All right. Let me have it.” 

“Doc made me run the Gauntlet today. Twice.” 

Namjoon winces. The Gauntlet is by far your team’s least favorite workout routine. It’s the obstacle course from hell - like a Ninja Warrior course designed by the Gamemakers from Panem. To make it as much of a challenge as possible, the entire thing has to be completed without using your powers. 

“Why twice?” 

“Dunno. Everyone else only did it once. Doc sent them to the showers but held me back, told me I had to go again. When I asked why, he just said ‘Are you defying orders?’” You scowl at the memory, hands flexing at your sides. Energy thrums under your fingertips. “It felt like I was being punished.”

“And what exactly would Doc be punishing you for?”

“For Yoongi and Hobi escaping again.” 

“Vi.” Namjoon shakes his head. “We’ve been through this. The Company doesn’t blame you for that. You’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to by bringing them in! You get the job done, every time.” 

“Yeah, I guess. I just… I don’t know.” There’s no way to explain to your teammate the gut feeling you have. The Company monitors everything you do in the heat of battle through the tiny cameras embedded in your uniform. They definitely saw how both men had you in their clutches and nearly took you out. Those close calls were moments of inexplicable weakness, completely unacceptable in the Company’s eyes. Of course they’re punishing you. 

Or maybe you want them to. Maybe you can’t get Yoongi’s words out of your head. And you’re looking for any reason to believe them.

But that would be crazy, right?

Yoongi’s words. They seemed unusual for him - not in the sense that it was strange for him to rant madly about something, that’s always a fucking given with that guy. But for him to blather on about what the Company has supposedly done to you, as if he gave a flying fuck. It doesn’t jive with his typical modus operandi. 

And then there’s Hobi. That sociopath made the wild accusation that you were like him. That you crave the pain as much as he does. But it’s less his words that are haunting you right now. There’s still a lingering embrace that you can feel, a ghostly reminder of his arms wrapping around you, holding you tight. Why can’t you shake it?

“Maybe Doc just thought it would be a good idea to give you some extra powerless workout time, since your powers keep fritzing.”

When you don’t respond, avoiding Namjoon’s gaze, he sighs. “No, because that would require him knowing about that, and you haven’t told him yet, have you?” 

“I just…” you throw your hands up. “I don’t know if they’ll know any more than I do about what the fuck keeps happening!”

“Well, you’ll definitely never know if you don’t say something.” 

Flapping your hand to shoo away Namjoon’s logic, you frown, thinking of the other reason you haven’t said anything to Doc about your glitches. There’s a fear growing in you that one day, your powers will disappear completely. What will The Company do then? They wouldn’t keep a no-longer-super on the team. And who are you if you’re not a super? 

To voice this fear out loud seems dangerous. Like doing so will make it real. So you don’t tell your friend what you’re thinking as you ruminate in silence.

Namjoon shifts onto his side, glancing worriedly at you. He long ago accepted your nonstop chattering, the way you constantly buzz with words. Your quiet now discomforts him. His aura pulses slightly as he watches you, and the yellow glow triggers a memory of your fight with Hobi. What an overwhelming hunger you’d felt the moment your powers returned. You vividly remember how your instinct was to latch onto him and drain him dry. It felt so wrong to want that. And yet, that made you want it all the more. 

Add that to the list of things to worry about. 

But not right now. Right now, you desire an outlet. And a distraction. You need to feel something other than tired and confused.

Reaching out, you gently cup Namjoon’s jaw, thumb soothing the tight muscle there. “Relax. I’m okay. Just need a little comfort.”

He stops the incredibly sexy but also rather intimidating jaw tick thing he does when he’s concerned or angry and lifts his eyebrows. “I can do that, if that’s what you want.” 

With a nod from you, he leans in for a soft kiss, cradling you close. Clothes are shed, followed quickly by your thoughts.

The room shimmers in yellow for the rest of the night.

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[juiyj58]

    Vile: extremely unpleasant, morally bad; wicked...

    I gently bit the flesh of my bottom lip in thought. I reread the definition of vile again and again, hoping it would somehow formulate a sentence that relates to my previously written sentences.

    It seems absurd that all I need to do is include a simple vocabulary word in my essay on modern medical practices but I, for some reason, can't seem to wedge it into the text.

    Vile. One word. One syllable. Vile.

    I leaned back slightly in my spinning office chair and tap the edge of my laptop. 

    For truly vile cases... This method is normally preceived as vile and inhumane... Writing this essay gives me a vile feeling in my stomach...

    I continue to stare down the word on my vocabulary sheet until my eyes lose focus and begin to blur.

    An upbeat knock on my apartment door rattles me out of my daze and I shoot out of my desk chair to answer it. Chances of it being anyone other than Jimin is unlikely, but you never know. Maybe my mom came for a surprise visit to discuss my venture into the medical field or her latest cruise with my father.

    Fortunately, that's not one of those days. When I open the door, I'm greeted with the bright and charming smile of my boyfriend, Jimin, and a pair of hot chocolates in his hands.

    "Good evening, beautiful." he greeted, his smile widening.

    "You're late, Chim." I grin, shooting him a playful glare.

    "I know, and that's why I've come baring gifts." he gestures to the hot chocolates in his hands and I move slightly to let him in, snatching one of the warm cups from his grasp as he enters.

    JImin places his drink on the coffee table in the living room before throwing himself onto my couch.

    "So who did you fight tonight? I'm guessing someone fast based on your current level of exhaustion." I chuckled and he smiled while rubbing the tired from his eyes.

    "Oh, please! I'm never tired after a fight. Besides, it was only Jungkook. He's more brute and techy than speedy." he explained with confidence as I made my way to sit at his feet.

    "Jungkook again? He must be bored out of his mind if he's willing to face you so many times." I began to remove his boots to keep dirt from getting on my couch.

    "That or his planning something big and wants to tire me out." Jimin's tone flickered from confidence to worry in a split second.

    Suddenly, he sat straight up to look me right in my orbs. His eyes glistened with anxiousness as he reached out to grab my shoulders gently.

    "Promise me something Y/N. Promise you'll be careful on the streets, especially at night. There's a lot of tension in air because of Jungkook's recent antics, and the last thing I want is for him to set his evil sights on you. Just please be safe." My eyes softened at his worried tone and I reached out to cup his blushful cheeks.

    "I promise."

~

    Jungkook raised his veiny, inked hand to his headphones and listened.

    "...the last thing I want is for him to set his evil sights on you. Just please be safe."

    There's a slight pause.

    "I promise."

    Still damp from his shower, Jungkook jumped at the sound of the alarm that signaled you and Jimin were talking.

    Jimin may be the most powerful superhero this world has ever seen, but the world has yet to witness Jungkook's true intensity on the streets of Seoul. The greatest superhero will be debunked by the greatest supervillian of all time.

    Jeon Jungkook.

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