Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 25 | 'Congratulations for being so unsuspicious, pabo.'

Jimin gazed around the school absently as he navigated the halls to his locker. When he woke up the morning after that conversation, the light scent of peaches and mint the only thing indicative of Zangling having ever been there, he couldn't help but feel sad. Not only that, but he knew that he would probably be visited by Bastimae again. Maybe not that morning, that day or that weekend, but sometime soon.

The halls seemed so different, and yet so unchanged. It had begun to feel more and more like that since he had met Zangling, but it hadn't been so evident to him then as it was now.

When he reached his locker, he spun the lock quickly, not even noticing the number he stopped it on and stuck his bag inside. He rummaged around, grabbing out the books and pens he needed and then stepped back to close the locker.

Almost like a ghost materialising from the spirit world, when he shut his locker and glanced around, Yoongi was next to him, leaning against the locker beside his with his customary deadpan expression. It felt... familiar and maybe even comforting, but he brushed the thought away.

"Yoongi-sunbaenim? Good morning...?" he trailed off quietly, waiting for his upperclassman to respond and wondering why he was there. Something nagged at him, but his worries about Zangling's plan and the surprise that Yoongi's presence elicited washed it away like dirt in the rain.

"Just call me sunbae," Yoong reminded him, shrugging carelessly. He turned to face Jimin, taking his arm firmly but softly and leading him down the corridor, his voice lowered. "Zangling sent me."

"What!?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, looking irritated, and tugged him along. "Congratulations for being so unsuspicious, pabo."

Jimin blushed and looked away, feeling stupid. He was already embarrassing himself in front of an upperclassman and one of Zangling's people. The self-recriminating thoughts filled his head until his face was a deep, bright red. Yoongi looked slightly amused when he released Jimin's arm and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Relax."

Blinking up at him, Jimin squeaked, "How will you protect me from a supervillain? Or even a bully?"

"Protecting you from supervillains isn't my job. My job is to get you far enough away to be safe and let Zangling handle it," his sunbae explained simply. Jimin nodded at the sensibility of the plan, wondering if Yoongi and Zangling had talked about it before and then whacked himself on the forehead because of course they would have talked about it before.

He really didn't stand his own thoughts sometimes.

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Jimin gazed around the school absently as he navigated the halls to his locker. When he woke up the morning after that conversation, the light scent of peaches and mint the only thing indicative of Zangling having ever been there, he couldn't help but feel sad. Not only that, but he knew that he would probably be visited by Bastimae again. Maybe not that morning, that day or that weekend, but sometime soon.

The halls seemed so different, and yet so unchanged. It had begun to feel more and more like that since he had met Zangling, but it hadn't been so evident to him then as it was now.

When he reached his locker, he spun the lock quickly, not even noticing the number he stopped it on and stuck his bag inside. He rummaged around, grabbing out the books and pens he needed and then stepped back to close the locker.

Almost like a ghost materialising from the spirit world, when he shut his locker and glanced around, Yoongi was next to him, leaning against the locker beside his with his customary deadpan expression. It felt... familiar and maybe even comforting, but he brushed the thought away.

"Yoongi-sunbaenim? Good morning...?" he trailed off quietly, waiting for his upperclassman to respond and wondering why he was there. Something nagged at him, but his worries about Zangling's plan and the surprise that Yoongi's presence elicited washed it away like dirt in the rain.

"Just call me sunbae," Yoong reminded him, shrugging carelessly. He turned to face Jimin, taking his arm firmly but softly and leading him down the corridor, his voice lowered. "Zangling sent me."

"What!?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, looking irritated, and tugged him along. "Congratulations for being so unsuspicious, pabo."

Jimin blushed and looked away, feeling stupid. He was already embarrassing himself in front of an upperclassman and one of Zangling's people. The self-recriminating thoughts filled his head until his face was a deep, bright red. Yoongi looked slightly amused when he released Jimin's arm and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Relax."

Blinking up at him, Jimin squeaked, "How will you protect me from a supervillain? Or even a bully?"

"Protecting you from supervillains isn't my job. My job is to get you far enough away to be safe and let Zangling handle it," his sunbae explained simply. Jimin nodded at the sensibility of the plan, wondering if Yoongi and Zangling had talked about it before and then whacked himself on the forehead because of course they would have talked about it before.

He really didn't stand his own thoughts sometimes.