Superheroes - 슈퍼 히어로 | BTS Fanfiction | Yoonmin

| Chapter 34 | 'Oh, you are surrendering? Thank you.'

The first thing Yoongi did was take a deep breath in, the air rushing through his lungs. Then, he held it and, staring sharply, delved into the mind of one Jung Hoseok. He shoved past the memories, most of which had a cheerful or melancholic tint to them - Yoongi had expected the latter, knowing that the brightest smiles often hid the most pain - with no resistance and took control of the older's body.

Through his eyes, Yoongi experience the way that the older saw the world. Unsurprisingly, his vision was perfect, unlike the rest of BTS, who needed glasses or contacts. Even Yoongi wore contacts. Flexing Hoseok's hand subtly, he surveyed the situation from on the ground, meeting Taehyung's eyes.

The younger stared, his eyes large and scared, shining with terrified tears. Tears that weren't for himself, but for Hoseok. Yoongi almost felt guilty.

He shot Taehyung a slight, comforting smile, one that wasn't completely sincere - and even that was hard to achieve for the sake of anyone except Jimin, so that brat better appreciate his effort, Yoongi thought - and jabbed his elbow back, simultaneously channelling psychic energy through the link between his mind and Hoseok's for a devastating mental stun. It was a bit slow, but it would do.

While the man was stunned, Yoongi brought up Hoseok's slightly bigger hands and popped a bone in the arm that was around his neck with a disturbing crack. The coolness of the knife fell away from his neck, and he spun quickly, catching the knife expertly.

With one swing of the knife, the man was bleeding and howling with pain, and Yoongi thought, 'Run!' Less than a second later, he had abandoned the other's mind and was ready to execute the next part of his action plan.

Once more in his own body, he dove down to the ground, slamming a heavier mental attack into the ringleader's mind. He had only achieved a short stun the first time because the energy was being channelled through Hoseok. Energy channelled through others was greatly weakened, as a significant amount of energy is always lost in the act of establishing and maintaining a mental link. Not only that, but a lot of energy falls away from the link as it travels, as the energy isn't changed and utilised until it passes through the linked person's mind. If the energy is manipulated before, the effects of it will instead be unleashed on the linked subject's mind instead of the intended target.

He was surprised the first stun had worked anyway, and could only suppose that the man hadn't been prepared for the joint mental attack and dislocation of his elbow.

That was why, as he flew through the air, he changed his direction and increased his speed, crashing into the ringleader's kidney elbow-first. The man went flying backwards, yelling and spitting curses more colourful than the entire light spectrum.

He rolled to a stop, groaned pathetically, and then pushed himself to his feet, dodging Yoongi's next hit in the nick of time. Unfortunately, he didn't dodge the following attack, given that the first was only meant to herd him into the right position for the second.

Even as his jaw cracked, the ringleader raised his hand and then a stream of burning fire was billowing towards Yoongi, who threw himself out of the way with a grunt. the hairs on his neck raised as he felt the heat of the fire graze by just centimetres from his suit and the vulnerable skin beneath.

The shouts and screams of battle and pain started around them, ribbons of water and pellets of ice from the other super on the scene decorating the battle satisfyingly - though they were much more than just decorations.

Not giving the burnt ground behind him another glance - he could reflect on his mistake later when it wouldn't get him killed - Yoongi recovered with a roll and shot his hand out, sending a blast of psychokinetic energy at the fire-wielding supervillain.

"Fucking bastard!" the man roared, spittle flying from his mouth like a leaking tap. It really was a disturbing sight. The man jabbed his hand and released another blast of fire, following up with a few rapid shots that singed the concrete of the main road they were battling on.

Yoongi deflected the blast of fire and jumped, ducked and rolled to avoid being cooked by the rapid-fire that chased after his heels. Every move of his was punctuated by the boom of the fireballs hitting the road and the crackle and hiss as they died and blackened the ground. Sweat perspired on his forehead and shoulder blades, but it wasn't from fear - merely the searing heat of the supervillain's ability.

Despite the power of his ability, the super used it with little finesse and no creativity or skill. So why fear him? He couldn't control the temperature of the flames and his aim was off. That rapid-fire burst might have forced him to use a psychokinetic shield to block if it were more accurate, but as it was, Yoongi had only needed to dodge out of the way. It was that much less energy spent.

"Get some more original material!" Yoongi rolled his eyes, accompanying it with an obscene hand gesture that had the supervillain fuming even more. "Maybe you might actually singe a one hair on my head!"

With another concentrated wave of psychokinetic energy, the man was sent flying, a string of swearing and curses escaping his mouth and clinging to the air in a desperate attempt to stay away from the infernal man they came from.

At the last moment, the supervillain flipped and recovered, turning his eyes onto Yoongi, dangerous fury in their depths. It was like looking into the dark and the dark staring right back at you, though it was admittedly not so intimidating when the darkness' face seemed to be that of a harmless newborn puppy dog.

"I won't lose to you!" the villain growled.

"Oh, you are surrendering? Thank you," Yoongi responded, his mouth twisting into a deliberately infuriating smirk.

Then, the air filled with a powerful tingle. Unforgiving, burning fire surged forth, and glowing energy curled lazily to meet it.