Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 23 | 'Frustrated, aren't you?'

Jimin clutched Yoongi tightly until Namjoon drew him back. He knew it was his appa's anger speaking, but allowed him to do so anyway. Even so, the loss of Zangling's warmth, the way that he cradled Jimin affectionately - like he might die, which he supposed was true now - and the quiet, heart-melting intensity of his gaze within which entrancement and joy glimmered faintly was something to regret. He almost couldn't bear all of it, but he couldn't get enough. It left him floundering.

And then the conversation became increasingly tense - and for a moment, embarrassing - until Namjoon looked ready to explode. He pulled away from his appa's embrace, just so that he could give him a hug of his own. "Appa, it isn't his fault. It's—"

To his alarm, Zangling shook his head. "No, it is partly my fault. It seems that the super, Bastimae, is in the country again. She noticed the attention I give Jimin and acted on it."

Jimin shook his head. "It's not your fault that she did that! You didn't tell her to!" he implored, hesitantly grasping Zangling's hand and hoping he wouldn't condemn himself to Namjoon's not-at-all-gentle-right-now attentions, and that he wouldn't blame himself for the choices someone else made.

The world seemed to fade out around them when Zangling gently squeezed Jimin's hand and looked him in the eye. Jimin felt his heart beat a little harder and tried in vain to ignore the pleasant bolts that Zangling's touch sent through him. "It is, though. I should have checked to see if she was in the country, and I shouldn't have made an enemy of her."

"You had to!" Jimin protested a little angrily; Namjoon wasn't helping— and why wasn't Zangling standing up for himself like Jimin knew he could!? "If you hadn't she would have hurt lots more people by now." He leaned closer, pretending to hug the super, and leaned up to his ear to hiss, "Why aren't you standing up for yourself!?"

He felt vibrations in the super's chest, and it didn't take long for Jimin to realise that he was being laughed at. He scowled. "What!?"

The super chuckled, whispering, "When did you get so bold?" Even softer, still teasingly: "If you were a villain, I would incinerate you."

"Frustrated, aren't you?" Jimin retorted, equally quiet, his embarrassment taking control for a few words too long. He froze and ducked his head. While he was sure that Zangling wouldn't actually kill him regardless and was not afraid of him, he didn't want to offend him. Zangling, surprisingly, laughed and nodded.

Someone cleared their throat, interrupting their strange moment. Jimin whipped around to face his appas, embarrassed to realise he was curled up on Zangling lap very comfortably. It wasn't entirely inappropriate, but Namjoon gave him a look of disapproval that made his frustration flare up again, almost verging on anger.

Naturally, before anyone else could say anything, he stuck his tongue out at Namjoon, who narrowed his eyes. "Jiminie..."

Jin cut off his husband and sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're both immature. You do realise," he said to Jimin, stopping and glancing at their position. Jimin blushed and turned away anyway, understanding what it looked like to others. He wasn't quite sure himself. "And you!" Jimin could practically hear Jin point his finger at Namjoon and then cross his arms. "Leave them be!"

Namjoon grumbled, but the disapproving stare on the back of his head lessened and then disappeared, much to his relief. He felt Zangling's chest fall in a quiet exhalation that echoed what he felt and hoped that the conversation would go a bit better.

Jin sat back down on the chair emphatically and clapped his hands. "Now that we're done with this immaturity, let's talk about the most important thing." The three of them looked to Jin, who was comfortably taking up the role Namjoon usually did as leader. Which might be good in this case, because Namjoon was very obvious when showing his dislike of people. Or maybe just anyone who wanted to date Jimin, ever the over-protective father.

"What are we going to do now?"