Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 30 | 'Can't I get a break?'

"Park Jimin-ssi, answer this question on the board." The teacher rapped the board twice with a whiteboard pen as Jimin stood.

As it happened, he was remembering a time when he had reflected on his current situation with optimism; when he had reflected that being in danger might be worth it if he had Zangling. That thought had filled him with peace.

That peace was blown to heck now.

And he couldn't even swear in the privacy of his mind. So pathetic. Maybe that was why Zangling left— but no. He couldn't dwell on that. He would only work himself up more. Except, his mind couldn't help but linger on it. One moment, everything was alright, and the next it wasn't and Zangling was running away from him.

That was what he thought as he solved the problem on the board, rubbing things out frequently. He was too distracted, too off-balance, to focus on anything else around him.

He knew Zangling was running away; he wasn't stupid. The other might have mind-reading skills, but Jimin had been getting to know him, and when trying to read someone's expression under a mask, it was hard not to become good at figuring what people were thinking in general by a twitch of the lip or the slight arch of an eyebrow.

It seemed to be something that Zangling and Yoongi shared, and they shared so many things. Both hid their expressions well, but they still acted as though everyone else was somehow less capable. Of course, not many other people had powers or worked with supers directly, but that didn't make everyone inferior. But maybe they didn't see people as inferior - just not a part of their dangerous and exclusive circles.

"I finished, seonsaengnim," he murmured absently, putting the marker on the desk and letting his feet carry him back to his seat. The teacher nodded and pointed out to the class a few things elements of the problem, including alternate ways to figure it out. Jimin didn't listen.

At school, he was also receiving the cold shoulder from Yoongi. The aquarette didn't speak too much to anyone outside of BTS. Even the teachers didn't ask him questions. Rumour was that he stared the teachers down until they continued without getting an answer from him or gave him detentions that, mysteriously, were cancelled without fault every single time. But Yoongi normally talked to him quite a bit. They had even come close enough to share ideas about music, dancing and rapping. Jimin was a good vocalist but he desperately wanted to learn to rap as well.

And now he was being ignored like he was less than dirt. Without the reassurance of the older, he was floundering, overwhelmed and sometimes he just wanted crawl into a hole and die.

He heaved his bag onto his shoulder when the lesson ended, a shadow lingering within his eyes as he knew who would be waiting at the door. 'Can't I get a break?'

Yoongi leaned against the wall outside, scanning the passing students, one hand in his pocket. After a few incidents - nothing violent or bad, at least for him - Jimin had learned that his sunbae kept an electrified switchblade in his pockets at all times.

Before he could process it, the older already began walking, not slowing down for Jimin, who struggled to catch up. But he didn't say anything. The last time he had, the older had only murmured his name with a strange emotionlessness that made him want to avoid the sound for the rest of his life.

Glancing up at his silent sentinel, he reaffirmed in his mind that there was something going on for sure.

But all he seemed to be able to do was wonder if he didn't deserve it after all.