Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 1 | 'Your mind must be a stupendously diverting place.'

Jimin was nervous. No, scratch that. He was frantic with worry. It was a solid fact, something that could be assumed just as one would assume that the sun exists and that Jimin's mother would scold him for scuffing his shoes.

Not that he was at all worried about that. Hands shaking and eyes wide as dinner plates, another squeak - not his first - built up in his throat and then tumbled out wantonly, spurring him into a greater flurry of furious pacing and tripping and falling and only just catching himself. "Nonononono! They're destroy the shop! And the jams!"

Perhaps it was because of how long he had been pacing and worrying, or because of the amount of times he had almost fallen on his face so far, but the vocalisation of his thoughts seemed to be a tipping point of sorts, and he crouched down hastily, feeling even more sick, and covered his eyes with his hands. His breath came in quick puffs.

'THE JAMS!'

"The jams?" a voice echoed his thoughts, sending chills through him. Jimin heaved another breath, pushing himself into a standing position and turning to look for the owner of the voice. "This is what I was called for? To save jams? Ghh..."

Jimin set his eyes on the speaker, his jaw dropping when he registered just who it was. "What!?" he choked, shrinking back. The super merely yawned. A dark Victorian suit, a midnight purple masquerade mask and a bad attitude, they stood assembled before him as the superhero Zangling. And he didn't look happy at all, despite the mask obscuring his expression. His words, his posture and his eyes all at once reflected irritation, boredom and exhaustion.

If it were not enough that he was standing in front of one of the most infamous superheroes in the country, then the hungry flames devouring the grocery store behind certainly was. The contrast between the modern store and antiquated Victorian suit might even have been comedic if the latter didn't look so evil and the former was not a terrorist- and flamethrower-ravaged, toasting crisp.

As it was, Jimin didn't really have the faculties to do much more than gape silently. Anxiety, near-consuming panic, desperation, terror, confusion and frustration was much too strong a cocktail of emotions for him to handle.

But he was standing in front of a hero. A superhero. With superpowers.

He was standing on the same path as the superhero Zangling! Who had talked to him, albeit sourly.

"Yah! What are you staring at, pabo!? Jeez..." Zangling grumbled, rubbing his eyes and yawning once again.

Jimin was silent for a long moment. What was he staring at? What was he staring at!? He was a super! Who wouldn't stare at a super - and this one in particular? Zangling was infamous for his bad attitude, his decidedly un-hero-like persona and his stubborn refusal to pander to the media and politicians. He was sarcastic, irritable, lazy and said what he wanted to when he wanted to - especially when the cameras were rolling. He was a political wild card and was both loved and hated for it.

But no one, hero or villain, conservative or liberal, civilian or soldier, could deny that he always saved the day.

"Y-you're Zangling!" he exclaimed finally, almost choking on his own words.

"And your observational skills are daebuk. Your mind must be a stupendously diverting place," the super snarked, giving Jimin a flat look. Unfortunately for him, any seriousness he might have injected into the insult was lost when yet another yawn broke free right after.

With a mixture of scepticism - because really, what superhero yawned on the job? - and hurt, Jimin fastened his gaze to the floor. "Shut up!" Jimin snapped back, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He should have known that he would act stupid and humiliate himself in front of the first super he ever met. Even worse, he had done so in front of Zangling. "I'm just surprised! It's not like I actually know a superhero!"

The hero regarded him with an amused smirk. Jimin shivered, but not because he was cold. His blood simmered with embarrassment and agitation. Momentarily, he considered punching the man in the face - it would be rather satisfying - but he knew that he was outmatched when it came to fighting any super, let alone Zangling.

"Well, now you do." The super winked - he actually winked! The nerve of him, when he knew Jimin's violent thoughts! - and darted away, leaving Jimin on the footpath, itching to follow, whether it was to give him a piece of his mind or watch him save the day.

And finally, he understood why even the nicest people regarded Zangling with wariness. He was rude and had a sharp sense of humour, evoking both admiration and irritation; the media was all over him but any agreement about the super was rare indeed and hardly lasted even it was reached.

Shouts rose into the air minutes later, the flames losing some of their intensity. Jimin watched closely, curious and for some reason, worried. As he watched and waited, the flames fizzled down into little flickers and embers and fear for his safety no longer outweighed his need to know what was happening.

He steeled himself and stepped closer.

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"Yah! You interrupted my sleep!"

Yoongi was angry. He was very angry. So angry that he was pouting.

Okay, so maybe he was sulking. But who could blame him? He hadn't slept in days, and just as he finally gave in to the urge to sleep, he had been called to deal with a low-level villain. Again. Why did he have to deal with this guy anyway? He wasn't worth the suit Yoongi was wearing.

That reminded him, his suit was singed, too. He would have to get it cleaned. Again.

Again, again, again.

Why couldn't he just sleep!?

He pouted again, not caring that his dignity and reputation as a hard as diamond and strong as steel hero was at stake if the media arrived and caught him pouting on camera. Honestly, it just took less energy to pity himself than to be angry at the idiot villain, and he was all for maximum energy efficiency when he was this goddamn tired, so screw the media!

His hold on the shaking villain, which had been loosening as he was distracted by his thoughts - he was tired, sue him! - tightened even more than it had been before. Glowing psychic energy, purple and ominous, escaped him in miasmic ribbons. "I should just squish you... Such an inconvenience..." he growled, his gaze drilling through the criminal's head and right out the other side.

In a fit of irritation, he slammed the villain into the ground and watched him skid a few meters. The villain rolled to a stop, groaned softly and turned his head to glare fiercely. "SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME! YOU'RE FUCKING FAMOUS! YOUR GODDAMN LUCKY! SO FUCK YOUR JUDGEMENT!"

Yoongi smashed him into the ground again.

Again, again.

He was irritated and bored out of his mind and he just wanted to sleep. "I don't care what you're complaining about," he snapped, stalking closer to the quaking and sweating supervillain who was unlucky enough to have such misfortunate timing. "You and your shit are in the way of my much-needed sleep. So now I will ensure that your termination is..." A cold smirk ghosted across his lips. "Most unpleasant."

'Psycho... creep!' The villain dragged himself across the floor, eyeing Zangling with terror.

For some reason, this seemed funny to Yoongi. And so, he laughed, and laughed more and laughed and laughed and laughed. Maybe it was because he was so goddamn tired that he couldn't tell what was and wasn't funny anymore, or perhaps he found the villain's hypocrisy amusing - like he wouldn't be lording over anyone if he was in a superior position like Yoongi was at that moment - but he did know that this couldn't go on for too long. He did indeed wish to make those who deprived him of sleep suffer, but taking too long meant more time that he wasn't sleeping.

"You can think that in your puny mind, dimwit. But I have better things to do than mess around with small fries like you."