Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 24 | 'And scream if you need anything!'

Jimin nodded slowly. Jin had asked a good question. Zangling put a finger to his chin in thought, something that struck the orange head as being off. But before he could even guess as to why, the super looked up and made eye contact with Jin. "There is someone I know..."

"Who?" Jimin asked immediately. The other three regarded him with amusement at his impatience.

He could rule out BTS and anone who wasn't new to the school. Probably. There were a couple of new people in each grade... He looked up to read Zangling's face again and felt everything in his mind grind to a halt under the super's suddenly heavy gaze. It almost choked him with its pure intensity, like a mixture between protectiveness and confused curiosity.

He was about to open his mouth and ask if Zangling was okay, but the moment was lost as the other refocused on the matter at hand.

"He goes to school with Jimin and can be at Jimin's side when you and I aren't." Jimin wondered if Zangling was leaving the person unnamed for as long he could on purpose. When the super said nothing more and seemed unwilling to talk about, Jimin reluctantly left it at that. He would find out after the weekend anyway.

Jin nodded slowly, his eyes cool as he put together the information and studied Zangling for a few uncomfortable moments. Jimin held Zangling's hand instinctively, not quite knowing why he did so.

"That sounds acceptable to me," Jin stated, giving them both a warm smile. Almost invisibly, Jimin wilted onto Zangling's chest with relief. At least one of his appas approved of Zangling... maybe. "Do you have a way we can contact you if something happens?"

Nodding Zangling reached into his pocket. "Whenever Jimin is with my... friend... this won't be required, but when he isn't..." He pulled a device out of his pocket and stared at it for a few moments, his eyes misty and vacant. Almost as if it burned him, he held out to Jin with something verging on haste, who took it with a polite, 'I'm curious but I won't ask,' expression.

Jimin looked between the device and Zangling, his eyes narrowed inquisitively. "How does it work?"

"Press that button." Zangling pointed at the button on the side of the device. It looked like a car remote, but it was covered in dark purple leather and had only one button. "There's a plastic case over it so that you don't press it accidentally."

With a satisfied nod, Jin put the device in his pocket and turned to Jimin. "You know how serious this is?" he asked. Nodding compliantly, Jimin wondered what Jin needed to say. He had almost always been careful. Apart from the evening of his almost-kidnapping, he was rarely out late. Most days he was back when the sun was still up, not in the darkness of early evening.

"I need you to stay near your appas, Zangling or his friend at all time, okay?" Jin asked softly. "I don't want something to happen to you."

Jimin glanced up at Namjoon, who had been unusually silent - courtesy of Jin's magical powers - and his expression seemed to say, 'I love you kid, but if you don't do what Jin said I will make you watch as I burn all the jams I can get my hands on to ashes.' Shivering, he turned back to Jin and agreed. "Alright, I will... What about Hoseok-hyung?"

"Hoseok-hyung is okay, and if you are with Jungkook and Taehyung, the three of you should be alright." His appa gave him an approving look.

"And scream if you need anything!" Namjoon added, pouting when Jin whacked him over the head and rolled his eyes. Jimin giggled.

The mood seemed to lighten with the sound of his giggle, and while Namjoon wasn't welcoming Zangling with open arms, he seemed to be less openly hostile. Jimin felt warmth encompass his other hand and snuggled into Zangling, relishing the strange sense of safety he felt.

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"Zangling~ I'm coming to get you~!" A clink punctuated the giggled statement, moonlight shining off a row of polished daggers. In the surface of the gleaming metal, a masked face was reflected. "Qiufan!"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Are you looking forward to this like I am~?"

"As much as is possible, Mistress."

"Oh, you're so precious~" The woman turned around and twirled one of the knives in her hand. "What do you really think?"

"... Zangling is no match for Bastimae."

Bastimae smiled with satisfaction. "I'm so happy you say that, Qiufan. You can go now~"

The servant turned to exit the room. A few moments later, the only the sound were the giggles of a madwoman and the thudding of a knife hitting its living target.

Not living for much longer.