Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 27 | 'Jimin, breath.'

"W-what do you mean?" Something about the foreboding look on Yoongi's face made Jimin fear what he would say in response. A big part of him was starting to panic and tell him, 'Don't listen! Just don't!' but he pushed it down roughly and tried to listen to his new escort.

A sigh left the older boy's lips, as though an overflow of reluctance was being released through his mouth. Jimin wondered what could possibly make this situation worse. Then, he smothered the question quickly and violently, knowing that in movies when characters said that sort of thing, events generally did tend to get worse.

"Bastimae has criminal connections everywhere," Yoongi revealed darkly. Dread formed in Jimin's heart like the pressure in a volcano, waiting to be released. "There is no doubt that she researched you before showing herself. I'm very sure that she knows your schedule, where you live, where members of your family live, where your friends live."

Feeling the blood rush out of his cheeks - and his entire head, not that he knew where any of it went - Jimin swayed where he stood in the classroom, staring around as though blood had suddenly appeared on everything around them.

If the world had seemed different before, it was nothing to what it was now.

Then again, it hadn't actually changed, had it? But it seemed like it had. Somehow, everything felt more dangerous, like the once benign air had started to thrum with suspense and darkness. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his throat constricted and his eyes dilated.

It was only when he felt warm hands settling on his shoulders that he realised he was having a panic attack. He looked up, finding Yoongi's eyes and staring into them in an attempt to ground himself.

"Jimin, breath," Yoongi murmured putting one hand on the back of his neck protectively. Had he been less out of it, his cheeks would be somewhere between beetroot and firetruck red, but as it was, the warmth tethered him to reality a little more.

Despite his shortness of breath and aching chest, he forced himself to breath slower. The maelstrom of thoughts slowed down, separating out into lots of little thoughts that quickly faded away until he only had a couple left.

He sighed with relief. He used to think that Yoongi was distant, a little cold, as though he didn't care because he didn't live entirely in this reality. But now, Jimin realised it was because he really didn't. He could imagine what it was like, being involved so deeply with the world of supers, keeping quiet and acting normal while knowing that the safety of many innocents rode on what he did. It was something he could only dream about - not that they would be good dreams. More like nightmares.

Not that it was all bad. Yes, Jimin was now involved with the super world, and yes, he was being targeted by one of Korea's worst supervillains, but he was also being protected by a super. He might not be one of the Big Eighteen, but he was powerful, and could only get better.

That was why, when Yoongi opened his mouth, probably to calm him down, Jimin smiled weakly and rasped, "I'm sorry, sunbae. I'm alright now."

His sunbae sighed, and Jimin thought he seemed rather tired. It didn't really suit him. As his mind cleared completely and the air seemed like air again - just that, benign and normal - he felt fabric under his fingers.

Looking down and realising how close they were and how tightly he was grasping the older's shirt, he blushed brightly and released the fabric like it was on fire. The warm hands on his shoulder and the back of his neck left and they separated. There was a feeling of missing something for a few moments, but it wasn't strong enough for Jimin to notice.

"S-sorry..."

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Yoongi pulled away from Jimin. He hadn't complained about Jimin's closeness, but had, after many weeks, come to the conclusion that, like the rest of the BTS club, Jimin was a physical person. He only wished that the younger would be physical with him for another reason; that he would be more important than just another friend. Maybe a confidante, or a best friend. He wasn't sure what he wanted though, not entirely.

Staring down into Jimin's face, and eyes that reflected an internal innocence and naivety, he cleared his expression and used his powers to push down the emotions that threatened to destroy composure, relieved that the younger's sensitive mind was somehow protected from the unavoidable leakage of his powers.

"Come on." He pulled Jimin out of the room, the skin to skin contact reminding him of Jimin's mysteriously protected mind. He knew he would have to research it, though he was unsure how. Guilt filled him when he looked at the younger, oblivious to Yoongi's thoughts. That Yoongi might have to experiment on him. He released the younger's hand as he closed the door and abruptly turned away, stalking down the corridor. "You'll be late to class at this rate."

The answering cute nod and wide-eyed expression sent some thrilling through him that could only be called attraction. But he knew when he looked at that innocent face and those soft eyes, that he couldn't say anything.

He couldn't condemn Jimin any more by dragging him further into Yoongi's life.