Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 22 | 'Hush, child.'

Yoongi drew Jimin closer, hoping that his proximity would somehow calm him, and leaned his chin on the younger's head lightly. Jimin's hair was so soft; he could sit there, embracing Jimin, his hands buried in his hair forever. If only Jimin weren't so unhappy.

Jimin would be better off without Yoongi, but without realising, the aquarette had become part of the small group of people with whom Jimin was very close to - his appas and this strange little BTS club. He almost shook his head at the thought, but not wanting to disturb Jimin, did not.

He opened his mouth to promise that he would protect Jimin diligently and find anyone else who could help him do so, no matter what, when the bedroom door opened. Yoongi looked up.

In the doorway stood one member of that 'strange little BTS club' and also one of Jimin's appas, Kim Seokjin - 'Jin' to his friends - arms crossed and his face blank. Behind, another member of BTS, Kim Namjoon and Jimin's other appa, glared at him. He stared back and clutched Jimin tighter, as though to say, 'Don't take him away from me,' or 'Stay with me.'

While Seokjin softened, Namjoon's glare didn't waver one bit, until Jin placed a gentle hand on his chest and told him to calm down. Jin stepped forward and drew up the chair at Jimin's desk, seating himself with a serious look on his face.

Namjoon came to lean on the chair behind him, an unreadable expression hiding his venom. Yoongi knew it was still there though because his thoughts - 'That damned rascal better behave in my house because if he's harmed even a single hair on Jiminie's head...!' - were enough to intimidate even Yoongi.

Jin, on the other hand, was unusually calm, both mentally and physically. Yoongi had come to discover that this was normal for him. In all the BTS meetings, he only ever heard a couple of the oldest member's thoughts. Then again, some people, a very few people, were just like that; they had a lot of self-control, a natural thought barrier, an organised mind and were good with people. Jin was one of them.

Loosening his grip on Jimin in case it hurt him, he met Kim Seokjin's gaze with his own and waited. It was a familiar routine, as most authority figures had a lot of doubt about supers. The most stringent ones labelled them as legalised vigilante terrorists.

Finally, Jin broke the silence. "Jiminie, are you alright? Did something happen?" he asked gently, leaning forward concernedly. Yoongi resisted the instinct to tighten his grip on Jimin and growl, but couldn't help tensing up a little.

Jin noticed, and thought, 'I will not be an enemy to you. Not because you are a super, but because our Jiminie cares about you.' Yoongi was almost surprised. It was common knowledge that Zangling could control people with his mind, but no one knew he could read minds with any degree of certainty. It was something he had accidentally revealed in that first interaction with Jimin. He wondered when Jin had hypothesised that, but pushed it aside. For Jimin's sake, he would leave his questions for later.

He nodded in acknowledgement. Jin nodded back.

Still wary that Namjoon might lash out at him, he tried to relax and coaxed Jimin to lift his head. With a sniffle, the boy cooperated, still clutching Yoongi desperately. "Appa?"

Yoongi was certain that he might meet his end right there. Namjoon looked ready to murder him, glaring daggers at him and clutching the back of the chair hard enough that his knuckles became white.

To his relief, Jimin noticed and called out tremulously. "Appa, it's alright. It isn't his fault," he whispered. Namjoon sighed and visibly calmed himself, releasing the chair from his painful grasp. He sat down on the edge of the bed instead and pulled Jimin in for an embrace. Yoongi let him go, however much he didn't want to, and averted his eyes.

A light, almost non-existent touch on his shoulder drew his attention. He looked up as Jin drew his hand back. "Zangling... whoever you are... Our son is gentle and innocent. Neither of us have a problem with him dating—"

Yoongi's face warmed, and while his cheeks were covered by a mask, his ears and neck were not, revealing his embarrassment. 'Dating?' he thought almost wondrously. Namjoon cleared his throat loudly, clearly disagreeing with Jin's statement, but his husband pointedly ignored him. "But what we do have a problem with is how he is treated by others, and especially anyone he might date."

If it was possible, Yoongi's blush deepened. "I am not—"

"But you will."

"Appa!" Jimin exclaimed, blushing harder.

"Hush, child," Jin and Namjoon said at the same time, one patting his head teasingly and the other rolling his eyes. Yoongi met Jimin's wide eyes with his own and tried to regain control of himself.

'This family is always surprising me,' he grumbled, but secretly, he was happy about it.

Jin turned back to him and continued talking. "Look, before you do anything more, you need to make sure our Jiminie is safe. Can you tell us that he is safe?"

There was a brief silence, before the super responded, "That's why I came."

"What?" Namjoon growled harshly. The tension in the room rose, and Yoongi tensed up once more. Kim Namjoon would not be calmed down by anything he said, and Yoongi could offer no reassurances. The only thing he could foresee from this was a fight, but Namjoon was a citizen, a friend and foremost, a concerned father.

For Jimin's sake, he might have to let Namjoon beat him up.