Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 2 | 'Why am I slightly turned on?'

As soon as the noise died down - for the most part, anyway - Jimin crept closer to the smouldering grocery store and peeked around to observe the tail end of the battle. He shivered. Zangling was... intense. More like an anti-hero than a hero. 'He's so...' Jimin swallowed. 'Why am I slightly turned on?'

The super's head tilted in his direction, making Jimin's heart jump out of his chest as he ducked back around the corner. 'Does he know I was there? I mean, he turned to look at me... Wait... DID HE HEAR WHAT I THOUGHT!?' With a blush as bright as the flames that Zangling had earlier subdued, he panicked.

And squeaked.

And then panicked some more because why did he make that sound?

Then, realising that he hadn't moved and that Zangling could probably still hear his thoughts, he ran away as quick as he could, his face as red as a tomato. Only once the grocery store had faded into the distance did he slow down, his heart racing from exertion and embarrassment.

As he walked home, the cool air calming his frantic thoughts and distancing him from the dramatic scene he had left behind, he suddenly remembered why he had gone to the shop in the first place and pouted. "My jams!" he whined aloud. "I didn't get any jam! Stupid supervillains!"

Falling into a bad mood, he complained about his jams all the way home. Supervillains just had to attack the store where his favourite jams were sold, didn't they? And when Namjoon was away too! He'd had the perfect plan! The biggest obstacle in the way of his jams was away and he knew no one else he knew would be in that part of town!

"GAhhhhh!" he screeched aloud, as it hit him just how absurd it was that his plan was foiled in such a way.

He was thoroughly convinced that the entire universe was conspiring to deprive him of jams. Maybe even the jams were helping too! It was so unfair!

Hours later, when the sun had gone down and the night was still and silent, Jimin thought about Zangling more than he ever had. Who was he? Did Jimin know him? Would he ever meet the super again? If he did, would they be friends, or more, or less?

These thoughts, though, seemed insignificant in the face of another, more frustrating matter:

Was there some supercosmic power that helped Namjoon deprive him of jams!?

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After handing over the criminals to the police, Yoongi shanghaied it back to his secret hideout with the intention to sleep for hours - yes, that's right; he had a secret hideout. All heroes had secret hideouts.

And yet, as he stood in the middle of the room, Yoongi found himself arrested by conflict. He was certainly dead tired, he wanted to sleep, his bed was right there! His mind had, however, decided that it was a good time to keep him awake and waste even more energy on useless things. You can find that boy if you really want to, it argued.

And so he stayed there, wavering with indecision. It wasn't a position he found himself in. Ever.

Sleep.

Curiosity.

Sleep.

Curiosity.

Sleep...

Curiosity...

"Which one..." He ruffled his hair frustratedly. Sleep had always been his first priority. Always, always, always. Why was it not so now? What was so special about this boy? Surely his head hadn't been turned simply because a boy was attracted to him?

And still, he pondered and pondered and pondered until the itchy sensation of his suit and the cocktail of dried blood and ash brought him back to the present.

As he stripped the soiled clothes off, a voice floated through his mind tantalisingly, like a mystery just waiting to be unravelled. Something interesting, something...

'Why am I slightly turned on?'

He groaned resignedly, burying his head in his hands. It was decided.

"That stupid, cute, sexy pabo!" he grumbled, damning and praising the oranget teen he'd met that day. "Why am I even interested!?"

Imagine you were like Yoongi and could read thoughts. What would you hear within his mind if you tried to read it now, do you think? You may believe that he decided to pursue his curiosity about the strange orangette. And that is a very good guess.

But you're wrong.

Because even mind-readers can't read Yoongi's protected thoughts. And there's one other thing you have to know about Yoongi.

Sleep comes first. Always.

Almost always.

Really, the aquarette fully intended to get his sleep. The cute and sexy Park Jimin would have to wait for tomorrow.

At least, that was what Yoongi thought as he tried to sleep, images of what it would be like to speak to Park Jimin popping into his mind every time he came close to the brink of sleep. He rolled onto his other side and focused all of his self control and superpowers on suppressing the images, only for more images of teasing to turn into kissing and flirting.

"Really!? Yah!" he hissed. "Stop that! You don't even know him!"

'Why am I slightly turned on?'

"Shut up! I saved your jams, okay? Just let me sleep!"

But Park Jimin could not be exorcised no matter how hard he tried. It was many hours before he fell asleep, his dreams haunted by jams and orange hair and those cursed words.