It was only a few minutes ago that Jimin had turned away and left Min-sunbae in front of the school, and already, he wished that he hadn't. Shadows rose up around him like creeping ghosts, and the sun sank ominously on the horizon, casting a dark red hue on the landscape.
He hunched his shoulders and stared ahead, his eyes darting around and his ears sharp, listening for even the slightest sound in the suspicious silence.
Suddenly, a hand clapped over his mouth and another grabbed his arms, pinning them behind him. He yelped and began struggling, lashing out with his foot and landing a good hit on his attacker's knee cap.
Behind him, he heard a pained grunt, but he didn't wait to see if it worked. He was just about to run for it, as hard he could, when a scream echoed through the neighbourhood. He spun around, his eyes wide, and gawked.
It couldn't be, but it was. "Z-Zangling!" he shouted, his voice infused with relief. He checked himself. "Stupid pabo anti-super-hero..." he mumbled to himself, blushing.
The super smirked and stepped on the criminal, grinding his heel into the man's hand as he approached Jimin, winning a cry of pain as he did.
"Park Jimin." He smirked. "You get into a lot of trouble."
"Only because of you!" Jimin protested insistently, waving his arms around crazily as he did so.
Zangling stepped closer, prowling like a jaguar in the wild. Jimin couldn't help but be drawn to him, to his sarcastic humour and dangerous beauty, though another part urged him to run away. He didn't listen to that part of though.
Zangling was beautiful. Everything about him was attractive, at worst, and hypnotic and absorbing at best. His heart sped up as he tracked the super's movements dazedly.
"Shit," the super muttered.
Rooted to the spot, Jimin finally managed to find some of his will again, just as Zangling stopped in front of him. He seemed frustrated. That, in and of itself, made him want to cry for some reason.
"Fuck," he cursed again, running a hand through his mussed hair.
He seemed more than frustrated, but Jimin could barely think about it with his head full of the hero himself; of his beauty.
"Shit, shit, shit..." the hero muttered. Jimin wondered what made him so disturbed and became concerned.
And then he disappeared and Jimin was left reeling, his mind suddenly cleared of his previous thoughts. A police car pulled up a few minutes later, and he made a statement and watched the proceedings, all the while blinking and frowning, still dazed by what had happened.
He had many questions, but the most significant and unanswered one he had was what the hell just happened?
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When he arrived home that night, Jin and Namjoon bundled him up in blankets, swearing vengeance upon 'that rascal Yoongi', and in spite of Jimin's protestations that it wasn't his fault, planned their revenge.
As they hugged him and made him drink hot chocolate, which was definitely not made by Namjoon, Jimin prayed for the mint-head. He might be annoying, but he didn't deserve the combined vengeance of his appas, and possibly the others if they were brought in on it.
Finally, Jin and Namjoon sent him off to bed, one with an 'I love you' and the other with the less tender 'I'm doing the laundry this weekend, so don't do anything unsavoury, Jiminie', and Jimin went to bed, blushing from head to toe.
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Fanfiction"Are you ready, Park Jimin?" "How can I be ready for THIS!?" - This is Jimin's superhero story, and it's not as easy as he wants it to be. You see, Jimin is a simple person. For his entire life, he had no powers, no jams and was completely normal. ...
