Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 31 | 'Insane!'

Yoongi was dead-tired, his eyes flickering open and shut, struggling to maintain consciousness, and it had only been a few hours after he got home from school.

School, which meant Park Jimin.

Park Jimin, who haunted his entire being with his kicked puppy dog eyes and uncertain glances. So possessed was he by the orange head that he couldn't find solace even in sleep. Jimin permeated all of his dreams until he wasn't sure whether he wanted to be awake, dreaming or dead.

All he could do was think of the too-innocent-for-his-own-good Jimin-hoobae.

That damned bundle of cuteness.

Only a week had passed since Yoongi began giving the younger the cold shoulder, even as he guarded him diligently. He hadn't visited the as Zangling either, despite knowing that the orange puff was getting very distressed.

But he couldn't stop. They were spending more time together everyday than ever before and it was too painfully sweet. He vacillated constantly between resolving to abandon Jimin as soon as he was safe because Jimin was in danger only by knowing him, and going back to Jimin and throwing himself on his knees to beg forgiveness.

One might call it indecision, but Yoongi hadn't felt indecision before. He had always looked at everything and seen all the possible solutions, the benefits and drawbacks for everyone involved, and chosen the best one. But this time, he couldn't make the best decision.

Severing all ties with Jimin was the right choice. He shouldn't have let himself get close in the first place - it was that mochi's irresistible charm that drew him in, distracting him until it was too damn late to escape without tearing himself and the other apart. And now, he was spending every day in the orangette's company, having sworn to himself that he would protect him from Bastimae.

So, when it came to making the right choice, Jimin's inconvenient charm whispered in his ear just as he came to a decision, pointing one of the many choices that could end in tragedy. In fact, it pointed out the most potentially dangerous choice of all them. Worse than being acquaintances, co-workers, friends or even family.

But Yoongi shook the thought from his head. Above almost everything else, his powers were very useful for compartmentalisation. Very, very useful. Of course, Jimin's cuteness, his bashful demeanour and the pure and strong intrigue he inspired in Yoongi were always at the back of his mind, but at least this way, he could focus on other things.

Mostly. At least he could focus on other things, mostly.

That 'mostly', but more particularly the unspoken 'partially', were the reasons he was standing in Jimin's garden and staring up at the window, not as Zangling, but as Yoongi. His black clothes blended into the thicket of trees in the corner of the yard, for some reason allowed to grow wildly compared to the other neatly manicured garden beds.

As the night wore on and the cicadas began chirping again when they became used to his presence, he waited for something to happen. Anything, just to soothe his feelings into something less insanity-inducing.

And something did happen. So dark was the night, it had been hard to make out that there was something filling the window frame. Yoongi squinted, making out the familiar silhouette of one Park Jimin.

The soft night breeze picked up moments later, trees rustling and the chimes on Jimin's window tinkling softly.

Then, a sniffle. "Stupid Zangling." The words floated through the air, fading into the breeze ever so softly, but despite being quiet, sounded like a foghorn in the lighthouse of his conscious. He couldn't say he hadn't expected it, though; Jimin's resentment, his own guilt, they were the drawbacks of his decision, which he knew to be inevitable, but would never be prepared for.

"I don't know what's making you run, but... I know you are." A cynical scoff escaped him. Of course the orangette knew. He was one of the very few people who could read him. Just like... No. That would never happen again.

At the precise moment he steeled himself to leave Park Jimin and distance himself that much more, the wind intensified, pushing the clouds above aside and allowing the cool light of the crescent moon to illuminate Jimin's face.

His eyes shone with tears, the moon reflecting on damp trails that revealed the path of other little droplets of chafing heartache down his cheeks. Yoongi clutched his chest as his heart convulsed with a bolt of almost physical pain.

'I am a coward,' he agreed readily, guilt pooling like dense tar in the bottom of his stomach. There was Jimin, crying, and there he was, watching. Standing there. Doing nothing. His fist clenched on his kumamon pullover, and he took a step.

"You'd better come back," Jimin said suddenly, the dejected glint in his eyes being replaced with something more baleful and stubborn. "I'm going insane, so insane. I..."

The orangette stared up at the moon, while Yoongi's eyes could not be distracted the vision Park Jimin made, more ethereal and fairy-like with his pyjamas, messy hair and tear-streaked face than Zangling ever was in his idyllic and mysterious supersuit.

"No." The orangette shook his head as though throwing off an unwanted thought. The wind died down and all was quiet. His voice was now the only thing filling the silence. "It's all too much now. There's a supervillain after me and my family and friends are in danger and I just... I can't do this much longer. Why are these bad things happening just when it feels like we're not friends anymore?"

The last was so quiet, so poignantly uncertain, fading out on a choking sob, that even his powers at their strongest couldn't keep away the memories, the guilt. Not only because of what he had done to Jimin, but to...

No. Park Jimin would not be like Wanqing. "Jimin?" he hoped, despite how impossible it was, that the orangette would somehow hear him.

"Are you one of them?" Jimin rasped, scrubbing his cheeks weakly as more tears welled up and escaped. "Are you a star? Will I ever touch you? Or will you slip away from me forever?"

Yoongi's hand stretched forward without his permission, as though to comfort the younger.

"No. No, I won't."

And then, the window was empty and cold, devoid of the angel that enchanted him more every day.