#bts superpower au

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

Bulletproof by Fabro-de-omres (Fabro) [completed]

ot7, platonic or romantic, touch starved, super hero au, namjoon centric/namjoon pov

namjoon is invulnerable, which also means he can’t feel his teammates touching him. /lovely soft writing and namjoon, interesting super powers and world building.

[coramwrites]

Petals and Ink

by SugarAndMint

Pairings: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V

Words: 133,223

Chapters: 18/18

Status: Complete

Jimin likes his new street, his new apartment and his new flower shop. Business is picking up, his days are filled with sunshine and delicious muffins, and it seems as though, overall, he has nothing to worry about.

Except that, well. His new neighbors seem to be a little strange.

Which is okay, since Jimin is a little strange, too.

(A flower shop/tattoo AU, with a twist.)

[fruitmins]

just finished Unravel Me by tahereh mafi and I am ITCHINGGGGGGGGG to write a BTS supernatural fanfic where they all have powers

[ggukkiereads]

There's this ot7 fanfiction that I can't for the life of me remember. Y/n and the boys are all locked in this institution, they all have superpowers. The superpowers were caused by some explosion (maybe nuclear) y/n was on the beach with a sibling when the explosion happened. They all have different powers. I don't think there was really a whole lot of romance, but maybe a little? Sorry if this is super broad!

🌷Hi! I think I got a similar ask in the past which I may have not responded to because I can’t see it in my post archive (so for that anon/OP this is also for you 😊)

This is by @jimlingss and the fic you are looking for is  A Bed of Roses.

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[lilprincegoo]

The Perfect Color by sleepydrabbles

ot7

taehyung-centric

Anxiety, Nightmares, Injury, Hurt Kim Taehyung | V, Soft Boys With Cool Powers, Supernatural Elements, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

32.5k words

rating: M

Taehyung’s hands shook. He braced himself on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at the unfinished project he had been working on. The nightmare hissed again, twining closer to him, and he shuddered, flinching as it screeched in his ear. He’d never had a dragon in his house before. He wondered, half-hysterical, if people would still consider it such a wonderful creature if they had one on their shoulders. /Or, Taehyung attracts nightmares. Luckily for him, a certain group of nightmare hunters finds him before it's too late.

[gimmethatagustd]

jai's ao3 recommendations: dilf!bts au

in honor of @idkjustlovingbts

#jai’s recs ○ all fic recs

Updated November 1, 2023

taegi

caramel macchiatos and bitter autumn nights (have i lost myself, or have i gained you?) by princesaadriella

student-professor relationship (they're all grown adults), mental health, university, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

↳ Min Yoongi knew that going back to school would be the death of him. But what he didn't know, was that his professor Kim Taehyung would be the one to bring him back to life.

vmin

Just Imago by SUGAohYoongiYoongi

strangers to lovers, fantasy, smut, humor, hurt/comfort

↳ Park Jimin finds out his 6-year-old daughter's imaginary friend 'Tae-Tae' is not that… imaginary, but actually an ancient creature with unimaginable superpowers and no understanding of doors.

Daddy Issues by framesandtulips

strangers to lovers, smut, this really isn't a true dilf fic but it's fucking funny and hot so i'm putting it here anyway

↳ Kim Taehyung is a dumb slut who just found out he’s expecting his eighth child with a fifth woman. Park Jimin is the caring bartender who has the perfect solution to his birth control woes.

jikook

no shutter, no film by vminsbuns

divorce, A/B/O, smut, hurt/comfort

↳ In the last three years, Jimin has been unable to answer three of his daughter's questions. Why is he and Jungkook not talking anymore? Why is Jungkook leaving? and finally, is Jungkook tired of walking?

taekook

orangeade by dagusts (raplinesvevo)

strangers to lovers, smut, minor angst

↳ The one in which Taehyung is on his cruise honeymoon alone, and Jungkook happens to be on a holiday with his daughter. A fair amount of margaritas, father ocean, and spilled juice.

DND (dilf next door) by etherealxkookie

A/B/O, neighbors to lovers, smut, fluff

↳ Taehyung is perfectly happy, thank you very much, and not at all bothered by his new hot neighbor who reminds him of just how not lonely he is.

bullet with butterfly wings by locks

strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, the first mxm fic i ever read and one of my ult favorites 🥹

↳ Jeongguk hires Taehyung to teach his son how to play the guitar, but Taehyung ends up teaching Jeongguk something about himself.

syringes, spoons and sippy cups by firewaterkv

vampires, enemies to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

↳ When Jeongguk decides to take care of a baby he finds abandoned one night, he realizes it might be the most difficult thing he’s ever experienced in his two hundred and twenty one year old life. Not knowing the right things to do, he reluctantly asks his once best friend turned enemy Taehyung for help, and as the days pass by, finds the piece that he’s been missing all his life.

Two Dads (better than none) by moontaes

strangers to lovers, fluff, smut, mild hurt/comfort

↳ Taehyung adopts a child, not expecting the real father to be knocking on his door days later, claiming he only found out now his ex had been pregnant.

crossed wires by taecheeks

exes to lovers, angst, humor, smut, telepathy

↳ Taehyung can read minds, and unfortunately, his ex also knows about this secret. Whenever they are at the same place, Jungkook keeps thinking about their mind-blowing sex and Taehyung keeps squirming in his place.

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you so much @inthedayswhenlandswerefew​ for allowing me to pick your brain again, and giving us a glimpse into your process for your amazing stories. 💜  

This series is near and dear to my heart, completely self-indulgent, but I am glad others are enjoying it too. You can look over the masterlist to see the other amazing authors I have spoken with; this series is just a BTS of some of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3.     

Name: inthedayswhenlandswerefew

Story: Now I’m Covered in You

Paring: HotD/War of the Roses AU Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Rating/Warning: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!

Where did the plot for Now I’m Covered in You come from?  I’ve always, always, always loved British history. I’ve read countless books (mostly nonfiction, some fiction) about it and when I studied abroad in college, out of a hundred possible locations I chose to go to the United Kingdom. London is still my favorite place on Earth and I would love to live there someday. It’s truly where I feel like I belong. NICIY is definitely inspired by my love of British history (especially Renaissance-era) as well as two phenomenal television series: The Tudors and The White Queen.

I had the idea for NICIY but was still warring with it—I desperately wanted it to just go away so my life could be nice and simple, haha!—when I was driving to work listening to my Spotify playlist. I have a long commute, about 40 minutes, so I listen to a LOT of Spotify. And Taylor Swift’s song Ivy came on and I was like…about to drive off the road it hit me so hard. It struck every chord of this story and made it louder, unignorable. The forbidden pining. The wintery, mournful, timeless quality. The idea of someone growing over you and through you, like ivy, and turning you into a whole new version of yourself. And ivy (the plant) is indomitable, it’s very difficult to get rid of and it ends up destroying a lot of other foliage. The love that Aemond and Ivy share is like that, but Ivy herself is too. She’s adaptive, resilient, and…under the right circumstances…a bit ruthless. She was always going to survive. What is your planning process? How do you know the steps that need to unfold? I really adore foreshadowing. But I have to be careful because there are a few people (like @aemcndtargaryen​) who have this superpower where they seem to be able to latch onto EVERY little hint. So I'm always working on perfecting that balance between foreshadowing and being the right amount of mysterious!

My planning process always starts with a chapter list. For each chapter—starting with the last few and then looping back to the first one—I give it a name and a few key words to remind myself of which major events go where. Then as phrases, scenes, and conversations occur to me, I write them non-chronologically. 

For example, one of the first parts of NICIY that I wrote was the miscarriage in Chapter 3 and the disjointed exchanges between Aemond and Ivy as she’s floating in and out of consciousness. I fill in the gaps when it’s time to publish each chapter. I think this helps me maintain a consistent thread of foreshadowing that runs throughout the story because when there’s a certain metaphor or phrase that I like, I’ll go ahead and drop it into every chapter where I think it’ll end up fitting, and then tweak it later if necessary. 

But honestly, there are a lot of aspects of writing that I still can’t really explain. Sometimes a phrase will pop into my head and I’m thinking “what??” and then, weeks later, I finally see how it fits in the design. It’s all rather mystical in a neat sort of way. Explain your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in NICIY? NICIY Aemond is, to me, a mirror image of canon Aemond and also the version of Aemond that appeared in my first HOTD fic, Have You No Idea That You’re In Deep? 

He’s a bit more sensitive, reserved, emotionally intelligent, merciful, and of course poetic. Sir Criston tells Ivy in Chapter 9 that Aemond had changed for the better since she arrived in England, and that is what allows him and Ivy to get their happy ending. NICIY Aemond is affected by his past, but he’s not ruled by it. He is ultimately motivated by the future—by the possibility of having a family with Ivy, and the need for England to be stable in order for that to happen—rather than retribution for past wrongs. So he tends to be less reckless and more forgiving. He does lose his temper at times, he’s still human (and watching your brother be married to the woman you love is stressful), but he tends to be able to move past that wrath quickly and shift to something more productive, for example strategizing or comforting.

However, it must be said: Aemond is rather unhinged when it comes to Ivy, like he behaves in a way that is borderline obsessive. I think that’s a natural consequence of someone who does not connect with 99% of humans finally feeling like he’s found a perfect match that he never believed would exist. But Aemond cares greatly for Ivy’s wellbeing and respects her autonomy/preferences, so it’s a partnership that works.

Was his poem to Ivy a Maggie original? So my main writing medium is fiction, but I do occasionally write poems. I don’t feel especially comfortable with poetry but every once in a while the inspiration strikes and I’ll write like five in a week, and then none for months at a time. They usually fit with one of my stories rather than as standalone pieces, for example the way that “Ivy” only occurred to me because it was an aspect of NICIY. It’s an unapologetically deranged poem, especially in the way that Aemond uses it—he confesses love that he can’t bear to express out loud and then runs away to hide in the chapel—but the sentiment is heartwarming, I think.

What was the inspiration for Ivy?  I spent a lot of time thinking about the values that were instilled in royal women of this time period (1400s) and how different personalities would cope with those pressures. Ivy is (generally) a dutiful wife and does genuinely want to be the mother of a large family, but she’s also more scrappy than a typical princess. I think this has a lot to do with her upbringing. 

Ivy is from Navarre, which was a relatively small and undistinguished kingdom, and we have hints that her family life was a lot less stifling and formal than Nico’s, Kunigunde’s, or Alicent’s. She did a lot of rough-and-tumble activities like sparring and horseback riding, and seems to have genuinely warm relationships with her parents and siblings (Alonzo!!! 😍). She has an innate willfulness and ferocity that Aemond is mesmerized by.

He was instantly attracted to her when she arrived in London—hence being too shy to interact with her—and then when he saw how bravely she handled challenges (Aegon, Daemon, the miscarriages, court gossip) he fell absolutely madly in love with her. Aemond values nothing more than strength in the face of adversity, and he desired AND respected Ivy in a way that transcended anything he’d felt before.

Aemond and Ivy’s first interaction in Chapter 1 is this odd moment because for Ivy, it seems random and confusing (although welcomed), but for Aemond it’s this culmination of a year of all-consuming clandestine longing. Aemond finally talking to Ivy is sort of by chance—he runs into her and is caught off-guard, therefore he hesitates too long to excuse himself gracefully—but he’s also pushed into it by how much she’s suffered in England up until that point. He genuinely feels tremendously sorry for her and feels that she deserves better…and he also feels a drive to protect her from further harm. Aemond wants Ivy to be happy, and that eventually overpowers his paralyzing shyness.

Why do you feel Ivy complements Aemond well? Ivy and Aemond complement each other wonderfully. She is amazed by him—his competence, his beauty—and gives him the tender, protective, unconditional sort of love that he has always craved. Ivy is also not disturbed by Aemond’s disfigurement and has difficulty understanding why Miss Kuni has such trepidation about it in Chapter 6. Ivy can understand the trauma that Aemond carries because she has suffered similarly—in both her miscarriages and in her marriage to Aegon—but she does not consider him limited by it. 

They are equally dutiful yet passionate, and have the capacity to be both extraordinarily gentle and selectively ruthless. They are a bit of a power couple, and accomplish more together than either could separately.

What was the inspiration for the character creation of Kunigunde? Kunigunde—who I always refer to fondly as Miss Kuni, it’s cute but also proper in a way that I think suits her—is the perfect Renaissance-era princess. 

She’s wealthy, she’s honorable, she’s loyal, she’s beautiful, she’s clever, she’s sporty, she’s confident, she’s all the Spice Girls rolled into one. But Aemond feels absolutely nothing for her. This is a manifestation of the fact that Aemond is truly changed by Ivy at this point, and that she has covered him; the old Aemond never would have dreaded a match that was THIS advantageous to the Greens, nor spurned a bride that is supposedly everything he’s always wanted. 

Furthermore, Aemond’s prior sexual experiences (with the exception of Ivy and the Bearskin Rug Incident™️) were not what we would consider to be consensual, and the trauma that he carries from that adds another layer to his inability to be intimate with Miss Kuni, someone that he not only doesn’t have feelings for, but also cannot touch without feeling that he’s betraying Ivy.

Miss Kuni does her absolute best in a terrible situation and demonstrates steadfast loyalty to Aemond and the Greens. This is in part because honor demands it, but it’s also because her upbringing was very different from Ivy’s. 

Kunigunde grew up in a very formal court, and her family was not as warm as Ivy’s; Miss Kuni mentions in Chapter 7 that her family would blame her if her marriage failed, a stark contrast to how Ivy’s family has already plotted to bring her back home after feeling that Aegon wronged her. 

Miss Kuni confronting Daemon also illustrates just how cemented her traditional beliefs are—women aren’t combatants, princesses can’t be harmed—and it ultimately dooms her. But that sacrifice paves the way not only for the Greens’ military victory near Castle Rising, but also the Holy Roman Emperor taking Rhaenyra’s youngest children hostage as revenge for his daughter’s murder, which helps to neutralize Rhaenyra as a threat once the war is over.

Were there any other characters in your story that you enjoyed writing? I always adore writing Aegon. In every fandom, there are a few characters whose voices are so clear and so impactful in my head that their lines just feel like they write themselves. Aegon is like that for me. He is damaging without being malicious, pathetic and yet unpredictably heroic at times, weirdly insightful but also a dumb babygirl. I just love, love, love writing him. Especially since the Aegon who exists to me is Tom Glynn-Carney’s more nuanced and sympathetic interpretation, not the HOTD show canon version.

I also really enjoyed writing Nico. She is light and bubbly and enthusiastic and innocent, and compulsively honest in a way that is cringey for the royal family but hilarious to us readers. She adds some much-needed levity to an, at times, deeply tragic story. She’s also brave in a way that is sometimes unwise and childlike, which is consistent with her personality.

Lastly: Alonzo, as one wise anon message said, is a vibe.

So, I have to ask, you were “retired” but... Does this mean my “retirement” is over? Well…at the moment…yes. 😂 

I’m a lot more open to new fic ideas now because I’ve learned how impossible it is to predict when inspiration will strike, and I’ve also gained the perspective of what a loss it would have been if I’d never written NICIY. 

I think I’ve accepted that fics are likely just a part of my mental landscape and will be indefinitely. For example, after I finished up NICIY two weeks ago, I immediately dove back into my novel, write 20 pages…and then was assailed by a new fic idea! Of course I tried to ignore it, but as we have all learned, I am not very good at that. 

So a new HOTD fic is on the way! You will know more about that soon…very soon…very very soon… 👀

[luumiinaa]

General Tags

⌞GENRES⌝ NAVIGATION ⌞RECS 1⌝ &TEAM ATZ BND BTS ENHA MISC ⌞RECS 2⌝ NCT RZE SVT SKZ TBZ TXT ZB1

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BY WORD-TYPE ⌞DRABBLE⌝ less than 1k ⌞SHORT⌝ 1k to 10k oneshot ⌞LONG⌝ 11k to 20k oneshot ⌞STORY⌝ 21k+ oneshot ⌞SMAU⌝ social media series ⋆ text blurbs ⌞SERIES⌝ long series ⋆ mini series ⋆ spinoffs ⌞MISCELLANEOUS⌝ headcanons ⋆ mtl

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BY SUBGENRE ⌞☾.ᐟ MOON⌝ lumi’s favourite ⌞☆.ᐟ MERCURY⌝ sfw ⋆ all about that fluff ⌞★.ᐟ MARS⌝ sfw ⋆ suggestively everything ⌞✧.ᐟ JUPITER⌝ nsfw ⋆ pwp ⌞✦.ᐟ VENUS⌝ nsfw ⋆ little to no plot, just 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝒯𝐻

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BY GENRE ⌞GENERAL⌝ fluff ⋆ angst ⋆ hurt/comfort ⋆ crack ⋆ slice of life ⋆ slow burn ⋆ dark fic

⌞LOVERS⌝ friends ⋆ strangers ⋆ frenemies ⋆ enemies ⋆ coworkers ⋆ ex lovers ⋆ secret lovers ⋆ friends to more ⋆ established relationship

⌞TROPES⌝ childhood friends ⋆ best friends ⋆ neighbours ⋆ brother’s best friend ⋆ best friends brother ⋆ roommates ⋆ fake dating

⌞SCENARIOS⌝ workplace romance ⋆ arranged marriage ⋆ love triangle ⋆ unrequited love ⋆ mutual pining ⋆ no strings attached ⋆ family dynamics

⌞THEME⌝ mob ⋆ historical ⋆ royalty ⋆ knightcore ⋆ gamer ⋆ sports ⋆ street racers ⋆ cyberpunk ⋆ dystopian ⋆ apocalypse ⋆ summertime vibes

⌞ACADEMIA⌝ highschool ⋆ college ⋆ hogwarts

⌞AUs⌝ spiderverse ⋆ avatar the last airbender ⋆ pokémon ⋆ genshin impact ⋆ star wars

⌞MAGICAL REALISM⌝ superpowers ⋆ soulmates ⋆ reincarnation ⋆ hanahaki ⋆ demigods

⌞SUPERNATURAL⌝ paranormal ⋆ witches and wizards ⋆ urban creatures ⋆ dragons ⋆ aquatic lore ⋆ faeries ⋆ vampires ⋆ omegaverse ⋆ hybrid

[cleanandbloodlessagain]

LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49933570

PLOT: In a world in which humans have begun to develop genetic mutations that give them incredible super powers, Kim Taehyung is just the lonely, privileged son of an ambitious politician who has made his campaign against mutants - the gomeuls - a reason for living.

When Taehyung finds himself tied up in a dark room, prisoner of a resistance group that wants to use him as a bargaining chip against his father, his life takes an unexpected turn. Especially when he discovers that everything he believed so far may not be the truth. Especially when those he had always seen as monsters turn out to be more human than he thought. Especially when his heart begins to beat for one of them.

Kim Taehyung will then have to find out who he really is and whose side he is on, and hope that his heart does not break in the process.

––– Those eyes. Taehyung recognizes them immediately. The piercing, wide-eyed boy approaches him and kneels with an arrogant, predatory aura. He never takes his eyes off Taehyung as he whispers, "What the fuck are we going to do with you now?"

–––

tags: enemies to lovers, alternative universe, superpowers au, urban fantasy, angst, eventual smut, bts is family, slow burn

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

Your Strings That Bind Us by MuscleBunni [completed]

ot7, ot6 x jungkook, jungkook centric, superpowers, soulmates au, polyam

jungkook doesn’t have a superpower, which means he doesn’t have a soulmate. except, what if he does?

[rozy-cheeks-and-downcast-eyes]

▸ pairing: yandere!jimin x reader

▸ genre: yandere!au, supernatural!au, superpower!au, stalking, soulmate!au?

▸ summary: For some time you have been dreaming about the same man over and over again.. He was always in your view. At first, you didn’t mind much but after a while he began following and now even chasing you! It came to the point where you even avoid sleeping. Little did you know that avoiding him is impossible..

Rules:

☞ header and story idea are free to use

☞ likes/reblogs are appreciated

☞ tag me if you write one of these (would love to read them :D)

[joonie-beanie]

Welcome To The Wild Side [17]

<-- [16] | [18] -->

Genre: Superpowers + College AU

Rated: T

Words: 3,095

A/N: we all enjoy some good angst and fluff...right?

The building that stands before you is familiar, and should feel welcoming, but right now it doesn’t.

After…everything that had happened a few days ago, you had all decided to meet up on Friday and…talk. It…wasn’t like you hadn’t talked about what had happened yet. The day you’d attacked Namjoon, you had stayed at his apartment afterwards to talk with him, Jungkook, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin. It hadn’t been a drawn out chat, but more of…clarifying what had happened, and assuring you that none of them blamed you.

Still, though—you lift your hand to your chest, fingers digging into the fabric of your jacket—even days later, guilt sits heavy in your heart.

You had all decided to keep quiet about what had occurred. When they had saved you from the red-eyed man—who you’re all still calling Sasuke for lack of a better name—they’d fled from the police. So if they went to report the incident now—assuming the police would even believe your actions had been a product of being brainwashed—it would likely only create more issues.

After hammering out the matter of reporting it to the authorities, the guys had asked you to describe once again what the man who brainwashed you had looked like. You had—giving them his details to the best of your ability—and Yoongi had dutifully taken notes in his phone. With that taken care of, rather than press the issue further, Hoseok had suggested that you head home and rest. You’d protested, voicing that you should stay to help…clean up, but the three roommates had shaken their head.

“It’s fine, Y/N, we’ll take care of it,” Namjoon had assured you, still smiling even after all that had happened. Reluctant, and still feeling quiet lost, you had allowed Jimin to walk you home. The entire walk he had attempted to make small conversation, which you entertained for the most part, but your tone—absent of anything positive—hadn’t managed to elude him. For, once you’d arrived at your building, he’d given you a long, tight hug.

“We’re always a text or call away,” he had told you, sympathy in his eyes. You’d managed a smile, and thanked him.

Over the next few days you’d received a few texts from him, Hoseok, and Taehyung—asking how you were doing. You’d lied, saying you were feeling better, but here you are now…rooted to the ground outside of Taehyung and Jimin’s apartment building, too fearful to go in.

Not a sliver of your heart doubts that the 7 boys gathered inside are some of the greatest people in the world, but…even if they are, you can’t believe that they’re just…okay with what had occurred. That they’re just okay with always protecting you.

You bite the inside of your cheek, tears welling in your eyes as you recall how helpless you’d felt while attacking Namjoon. Images flash through you head, and you remember the blood that had been on your hands—that had taken far too long to wash off. Your breathing stutters, and in a fit of fear and anxiety you spin around—fulling preparing to run home, but—

“Oof!” you run into something hard, and stumble backwards. A hand reaches out to steady you, grabbing you by your wrist. The impact makes the tears that had been precariously balanced on your bottom lashes fall.

“Hey, where were you go--?” a familiar voice begins to ask, and your eyes flit up to find the face of the male who had started it all. Jeon Jungkook.

Emotions flood your chest, and your breathing picks up. Jungkook’s eyes go wide, and immediately he’s bending down to try and look at you.

“Y/N, hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, worry clear in his tone. You shake your head, hiding your face in your arms as tears begin to fall in fat droplets. Jungkook’s hands are hovering just in front of you, face etched with panic.

“Are you okay? You can talk to me. What’s—”

“I don’t think I should be friends with you guys anymore,” you sob out, breathless. You feel like you’re going to start hyperventilating soon.

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat, his body going tense.

“…what? What are you talking about--?”

“This is all my fault!” you hiss, tears dripping onto the pavement at your feet. “If I hadn’t gone looking for trouble…you never would have had to come to my rescue. I never would have gotten you all dragged into all this. With me it just seems to be problem after problem…!”

You sniffle grossly, wiping your face with the sleeves of your jacket. A defeated laugh leaves your lips.

“Maybe you’d all be better off you hadn’t saved me, and if I’d just—”

“No,” Jungkook cuts you off, his voice hard. You’ve never heard him sound so…so…angry?

You peek up at him through your hands. His eyebrows are pinched, mouth set in a hard frown. You sniffle. Suddenly, he reaches out and grabs your wrist. Your eyes, albeit blurry with tears, widen in surprise as he begins to drag you away from the apartment building.

“Jungkook?”

He’s quiet for a long minute, only continuing to lead you away from the complex. Then, finally, he speaks.

“Don’t ever…,” he trails off, and then sighs, shaking his head. You blink curiously, sniffling again. The scenery around you changes as he drags you into the opening of a forest laden path—a scenic foot trail for university students, on the outskirts of campus.

After another minute, he stops. There’s a lamppost overhead, lighting up the area, and a wooden bench off to the side. Your breathing has calmed down, and you’re no longer sobbing, but the tears still won’t seem to stop.

“I…I told you this before, but I like you—we all like you—and I don’t regret stepping in to help you that night. I never have.”

He turns to face you, his hands reaching forward to grab your own, and you blink at the unexpected contact. However, it’s not unwelcome.

Jungkook’s thumbs lightly brush over your knuckles, and he continues.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking lately about how I’m glad you’re in my life. Sure, just having all my hyungs would be perfectly fine, but…I’m glad you’re in our group. Really,” he reassures you, giving your hands a squeeze when your gaze shifts down to the cement path at your feet.

“I know it’s probably hard to believe, but…what happened this week wasn’t your fault. None of us blame you. I hope you don’t think we’re holding it against you, Y/N.”

You shake your head, biting your lip. You feel like you could cry again, but at the moment your tears are all dried up.

“I don’t think you guys are saying it’s not my fault just to be nice, but…you need to understand that I still feel terrible,” you tell him, sad eyes meeting his. “Even if I was brainwashed and my actions weren’t my own, I still can’t help but think “what if I hadn’t let my guard down”? “What if it had been anyone but Namjoon”? I mean, if I had agreed to meet Taehyung for lunch…”

Jungkook feels you stiffen, and gives your hands another little squeeze. You sigh.

“I just…I feel helpless. Even though I know our friendship isn’t based off of you all feeling an obligation to keep protecting me, I can’t help…wondering. I can’t help feeling bad. I don’t want any of you getting hurt for me. I’m the powerless girl in a group of seven guys with powers. Can’t you see where I’m coming from? Sometimes I just feel like a burden.”

You laugh sadly, guilt once again tugging at your heart, and you try to step away. However, Jungkook tugs you back in—apparently forgetting about his monstrous strength as you stumble into his chest. For a second you’re both surprised, but then he gives in and loops his arms around you, holding you close. Your cheeks feel a little warm.

“Listen to me,” he says seriously. “You’re not a burden. You’re our friend. And our friendship didn’t happen out of any kind of obligation. Me and the guys…we accepted you because we liked you. We wanted to get to know you more. And Y/N,” he smiles softly, and while you can’t see it you can hear it in his voice. “These last few weeks have been better with you in them.”

He hears you sniffle, and brings a hand up to cradle your head. You instinctively hide your face in his shoulder, arms lifting to wrap around his back, and contentedness settles in Jungkook’s chest. Finally, it seems like he’s gotten through to you.

“Have you always been this talkative?” you laugh after a minute, pulling back to wipe away a few stray tears. Jungkook laughs, posing a hand on his hip.

“No, but…I had to say what needed to be said.” He pouts contemplatively. “That, or you run away like you had planned, and the rest of the guys get worried and flood the chat with texts, and Hoseok teleports to your house, and it turns into a huge deal.”

You giggle, knowing he’s absolutely right.

“Well,” you say, flashing him a small, but sincere smile. “Thank you. I much preferred this route, I think.”

Your words cause Jungkook’s ears to turn red as he suddenly becomes aware how intimate he’d been with you. He’s almost as bad as all his perverted hyungs…but…

He returns your smile, offering you a hand. “Let’s head back. They’re gonna start getting worried.”

“Okay,” you nod, and place your hand in his. He tugs you along for a short while before his grip begins to slip away. After all, he’s not sure if he’s making it weird, or—

Just as his hand starts to drop you reaffirm your grip, slotting your fingers together. Jungkook glances over at you, a blush coming to his cheeks when he notices that you’re blushing as well.

“I…um…whenever I get upset, skinship really helps, so…,” you admit shyly, and Jungkook chuckles.

“Oh god, the others would be more than happy to help if you told them.”

You cheeks go even redder at that, and Jungkook grins a little. “No?”

“I mean…isn’t that…wouldn’t it just turn into a riot?”

“Tonight? No. Any other Friday night? Yes,” he responds, and you laugh quietly.

“Well…maybe I’ll ask.” You pause for a second, and then glance at him curiously. “You won’t get mad, will you?”

Jungkook blinks curiously. “Why would I?”

You hum as the apartment building comes back into sight ahead. “I mean…every time one of the others “makes a move” as you all call it, it seems like you’re the one that’s going to beat their ass, no matter who it is, so…I guess I just think you’re a little protective.”

You end with a cheeky grin, and this time Jungkook’s cheeks look like tomatoes.

“I--! I mean--!”

“Or maybe you just don’t want to share?” you continue, teasing him. He glares at you, but you think he looks more like an upset puppy. However, instead of responding he simply squeezes your hand tightly and pulls you ahead.

“C’mon.”

Laughing, you follow along. A short while later you’re standing in front of the door to Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment. When Jimin opens the door his brow is pinched with worry.

“Where have you guys been?”

“Well…,” you and Jungkook glance at each other. You smile a little, feeling reassured, and continue with honesty, “I was feeling upset about what had happened and Jungkook found me. We went for a walk and talked about it, and I’m feeling better now.”

Jimin blinks, genuine surprise in his eyes as he looks over to the maknae, whose ears have once again turned red. Then, he grins fondly.

“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Jimin says, stepping aside and motioning you in. With a smile you enter the apartment, Jungkook right on your tail. At your entrance, the males gathered around the TV arguing about movies pause.

“Y/N!” Taehyung exclaims happily, jumping up and preparing to make his way over. However, he pauses when Jungkook holds up his hand. Immediately silence falls, and his hyungs look on, curious.

“Earlier Y/N admitted to me that skinship helps her feel better,” he starts off by saying, rolling his eyes a little when you whip your head to look at him, a slight blush on your cheeks. “And due to recent events I think it’s only fair that we come together to help her out tonight. Therefore, I won’t be beating any asses. Tonight is safe, so have at it,” he says, motioning to you. Your entire face has gone red, absolutely astonished and embarrassed.

There’s no fucking way the guys are just going to go along with th--!

“So,” Yoongi asks, interrupting your inner turmoil. All eyes are on you. “Do we have your consent?”

You raise your eyebrows, blinking. “To skinship? Yes.”

And that’s all it takes. In a blur you’re dragged into a pile of bodies—everyone settling in around you as Jin navigates Netflix and starts the first Avengers movie up. You blink rapidly, and after a few more seconds things finally seem to settle. You glance around.

You’re on the mattress on the floor in front of the TV, Namjoon’s long legs on either side of you, and your back pressed into his chest. On your left is Taehyung—his hand comfortably intertwined with your own. On your right is Hoseok, and he lays himself over both your hand Namjoon’s thighs—using them as a pillow. Jungkook, Jimin, Jin and Yoongi are all spread across the couches, looking content for the time being.

Your face still feels warm, but you can’t deny that the skinship is just what you need right now. So, you snuggle back against Namjoon’s chest, feeling him chuckle, and focus on the movie.

At some point, you get up so that Namjoon can use the restroom, and Yoongi is quick to pull you onto the couch beside him. He gently guides your head into his shoulder, and you laugh at the action. He shoots you a glare, which you can tell has no anger behind it, but you just roll your eyes. On your other side, Jimin curls into a ball and leans his head onto your lap. When you instinctively begin to pet your hand through his hair, he smiles.

Time passes quickly, and soon it’s quite late. The movie ends, and despite there being no alcohol consumption everyone decides that they’ll spend the night like normal. So, one by one the guys begin getting up to prepare for bed, but before you get the chance to stand you’re suddenly levitating off the couch.

“Hey!” Jimin protests, missing your hair pats already, and shoots a look at Jin as you land in the elders lap. Jin just laughs, flashing you a smile as he wraps his arms around you tightly. Still a little shocked, since you’d nearly forgotten about Jin’s power as well, you’re a little slow to return the hug, but the elder doesn’t overthink it. After a few seconds he pulls back, his smile bright.

“So, how are you feeling after all that?”

You blink, and then glance around at them all, a light feeling settling in your chest. Unconsciously a smile spreads across your face.

“I love you guys.”

You say it without regret. Despite the ups and downs, you’re grateful they’re in your life, and that they treat you so kindly.

Hoseok, who had been standing behind you and Jin, quickly leans over the couch and kisses the crown of your head. He beams a grin.

“We love you too.”

You glance around at the others and you can tell that Hoseok’s sentiment is shared by them all, a fond look in their eyes. Tears prick at your eyes once more as you heart beats loudly in your chest—overwhelmed by the amount of love you suddenly feel for them all.

You don’t want to imagine any type of life without them.

“Dammit,” you sniffle, tilting your head backwards to stop the tears from falling. A few of them chuckle, and you wave your hand at them. “Go to bed before you make me cry again!”

“Yeah, yeah~,” they echo, disappearing up the hall. After a few seconds Jin laughs quietly and uses his telekinetic ability to lift you off his lap and stand you on your feet. You glance back at him innocently, still unused to being manhandled by…nothing, and Jin pats your head before disappearing up the hall.

Once again, it seems you and Jungkook are sleeping in the living room.

“You can take the mattress this time,” you tell him, and then turn towards the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Jungkook nods, and starts to get settled in. By the time you return his chest is rising and falling evenly—indicative of sleep—and you finagle your way onto the couch as quietly as possible. Soon enough, you’re asleep, however…

You shiver, the one blanket covering your body apparently not enough to keep you warm. Groggy, you push onto your elbows and then look down at the mattress where Jungkook is peacefully sleeping, a pile of blankets at the end of the bed near his feet.

Hoping not to disturb him, you crawl down onto the mattress and manage to snag a second blanket, but—

“Are you cold?” his deep voice murmurs, still half asleep. You glance down to see him squinting at you through one eye. Silent, you nod, and immediately Jungkook reaches his arms out. He catches you around the middle, dragging you down onto the mattress beside him. He covers you with the two blankets he had been using—already toasty with his body heat—and then rests his arm over your waist. You can feel the heat from his chest on your back.

If you weren’t exhausted, you might be embarrassed. But…just because you’re exhausted doesn’t mean you can’t tease him.

“I think the night is over, Jungkook. The skinship rule isn’t effective anymore.”

He snorts a laugh. “How am I gonna beat my own ass? Just go back to sleep,” he squeezes you gently around the middle, and you decide to listen. Within seconds you’re back to sleep—thoughts of seven silly boys following you even into your dreams.

For once, you feel that no matter what happens, everything is going to work out.

[painting-wings]

Free me (BTS superpower AU)

Chapter one 

Description: Namjoon get’s kidnapped and is taken away to a secret facility, he is paired with you who is hiding something, the two will have to lean to get along to survive  and escape from the hunters. Will they do it?

Words: 1434

Pairings: Namjoon X Reader (F) 

Tags: SuperpowerAU

Warnings: Mid language

Masterlist

A/N: Hi so please be nice as I am still new to this fandom and still learning everything and also gave this a try but please be nice when helping me out and also I am open to any advice or if I get anything wrong then please let me know but be nice about it. This work will have chapters and this work is also on Wattpad and AO3. enough of me talking ENJOY!  

’So let’s get covered in flames and play some games with the smoke’

“I miss you guys” Namjoon spoke as he was walking down the street, holding the phone close to his ear.

“We miss you too! Remember to be careful and make sure that you eat” Jin spoke down the phone as the others laughed in the background, smirking Namjoon replied.

“Don’t worry I will, anyway it’s getting late here so i’m gonna go- goodnight guys”

“Goodnight” all of them said on the other line. As the call ended he gave a fond smile to his phone, placing it back in his pocket, making his way towards the small hotel he had been staying at. Approaching the hotel he had an odd feeling like someone was following him, glancing over his shoulder he couldn’t see anyone.

Walking into the entrance of the hotel, he greeted the receptionist with a small smile and wave before making his way to the elevator. While in the elevator he glanced up to the security camera. Something did not feel right.

Exiting the elevator quickly, making a dash for his room, once inside the feeling didn’t stop it was like someone was coming for him. Namjoon made sure that all the doors and windows where locked as he stood in the middle of the room. Listening for anything, he jumped at the noise of passing footsteps outside of the door, when they faded he still couldn’t get the feeling to brush off.

“What is going on?” he asked himself as there was a sharp knock at the door, his blood ran cold, hesitantly he walked to the door looking at the peep-hole when there was no one there, he took a step back as he did someone grabbed him from behind, he struggled as there was a bag placed over his head as he started to lose consciousness.

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His head hurt as he opened his eyes to a bright white room, shielding himself from the light as he sat up. Looking around his eyes quickly landed on you, who was laying not far from him, gently shook you as then you stirred. Namjoon shook you again “hey..excuse me? Hello? Wake up” he spoke as you came around you bolted upright pushing Namjoon away and moving so your back was against the wall.

In a panicked voice, “who are you! What do you want from me?”

“Woah! No I don’t wanna do anything with you! I’m just as confused as you are”

There was tension in the air as you kept an icy stare on Namjoon, sitting back Namjoon looked down at this clothing, he was wearing all black outfit, ripped jeans with a loose shirt and combat boots. On further inspection he also noticed a barcode looking tattoo on his wrist.

“What’s your name?” the you asked as Namjoon looked up at you.

“What’s yours?” he asked back.

“I asked you first”

He gave a small scoff while shaking his head, “Namjoon or call me RM”

“What kind of name is that?”

“One my parents gave me”

“What does RM stand for?”

“Er..rap monster” he mumbled as you looked at him in disbelief.

“Rap monster, are you apart of some boy band?”

“No it’s a nickname my family gave me”

It was quiet for a few moments until you spoke again, “how old are you?”

“Twenty three..”

“Where you from?”

“South Korea”

“Who’s your family?”

“Why so many questions?” RM asked as he looked up at the you.

“I’m a curious person RM”

“Can I ask questions about you?”

“No..”

“I don’t see that as fair, girl” RM spoke.

Again silence took over the room.

“Y/n”

“What?”

“My name is y/n, y/a and from C/n. There you happy?”

“Cut the attitude please”

“Ugh whatever”

you was hard work and RM knew he was going to have a hard time gaining your trust. And he was going to try his best to get it.

RM pov -

Y/n sat there on the other side of the room, curled up, knees tight against her chest. I noticed that your eyes always down on the floor. I tried my best not to stare at you too much, I don’t want to be creepy, to try and break the silence I spoke, her icy eyes darting up to mine, like daggers watching me closely.

“So what is this place?”

“Prison..” She replied as she moved the stray hairs from her face, not wanting to make eye contact with me.

“So the guys who kidnapped me threw me in here with you?” I questioned as she huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Do you listen to the news?” she said mockingly “there are these people going around kidnapping people because of their powers-”

“Woah…powers? I don’t have any…” I was confused, what powers?

“Yes you obviously do if they kidnapped you..tell me RM did you do things when you was younger that you couldn’t explain?” She spoke as she leaned forward as I was trying to think back to when I was younger.

“I could..get people to do things for me but without me telling them too, I could read their thoughts and make them change their decision, as I got older I learned to ignore it”

She smirked.

“Why are you smirking?” I said as she let out a small laugh, “no seriously what’s your power?”

She stopped as she now was quiet, averting her eyes again to look at the floor, “I don’t wanna talk about it”

“C'mon tell me, I shared mine to you share yours” I said trying to get her to open up a little.

She shifted in her place, she looked up at you with pure white eyes as then her hands went to ice as she held a crystalized ice ball, leaving a small cloud of cold air swirl around her hands.

’Woah…that’s cool!’ I said through this mind link thing, as she shook her head.

’Your wrong, it’s horrible’ she continued as I sat there playing with the hem of my shirt.

“Does your family have powers?” She spoke out as I looked up at her, her eyes curious. I gave her a soft smile, my family how I do miss them and come to think of it I’m not sure if they do.

“I -I don’t know, I don’t think they do” I said slightly shaking my head, “I mean weird stuff would happen around the house-”

“What kind of things?” She interrupted me, her eyes shone with excitement which made me smile a little more.

“Well there is seven of us so a lot of things happened, I mean like the eldest ones we all have different ones but-”

“Different ones? You mean they have different powers to yours?” She spoke up the curiosity growing in her eyes like a small spark.

“Yea, I don’t know what you call it but Jin- the eldest he could manipulate objects just by looking at them while Hoseok couldn’t touch anything metal- well he emits electricity. Yoongi he could create fire just out from his hands and the last three well they all got a from of telekinesis” I explained to my best ability as Mia was now looking at me with a still expression.

I waved a hand in front of her face, she blinked before sitting back- hiding her hands in her sleeves. “How many years apart are the youngest?” she asked.

“Not that many I don’t think..why-”

“If they are close together then their powers wouldn’t of had time to create their own one not like you and your other brothers”

“Ok? I- don’t know what todo with this information” I said genuinely confused. she rolled her eyes just as she went to move closer the door to the room slammed open, making her and I jump as two guards in heavily armoured suits came in, they placed a taser like object into the side of both of our necks making us black out instantly.

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[ifreakinglovewritingsomuch]

BTS (SH!AU) you in the universe (good ver.)

A/N: This is another part of my Superhero AU. (This post:  BTS as superheroes ) This is basically just what you would be in that AU and why you know them, as a “good” version.

(gender!neutral)

RM aka Kim Namjoon

You’re a scientist as well

You worked for Namjoon when he was famous (before the accident)

You were only an assistant, still, you loved your job.

Even after the accident, you didn’t want to give up on Namjoon.

But he told you like everyone else to leave.

You’re not so easy to get rid of.

Which means you were still at his side.

Even when he was angry, would scream at you and hen he was depressed, you stayed, trying to cheer him up.

Which means you have seen him at his lowest points and even when he begs you to leave him to have a life of your own, you decline.

Maybe because of your crush on him. Who knows.

Even though you two are close, he couldn’t tell you about his power’s.

He thought you would see him as a monster. Or that you would be scared of him.

But you’re nosy so soon or later you’ll find out about BTS, his secret superhero group.

Maybe he is not the only one who gained power’s after his project went wrong...

Jin aka Kim Seokjin

You’re his stalker.

Oka let’s say your hi stan. Stalker sounds so dark and bad.

It’s just that he saved your life once, with his super strength. But he didn’t reveal his identity.

Since that day you wanted to figure out who he is.

Somehow you managed to find out that he is a policeman and works near your home.

Ofc he isn’t stupid and he noticed that someone is following him.

But he never thought it’s a harmless fan.

When he finally confronts you, you have to tell him that you know about his powers.

He is shocked at first.

But when you prove that you’re on his side and that you don’t want to reveal his secret to others, he finally starts trusting you.

You manage that by covering up for him in front of his boss because someone nearly found out of his superpowers.

Since that day you two often meet.

You annoy the hell out of him when he accidentally tells you that he started to work with other heroes because you want to meet them.

But he says NO.

He is just scared that he drags you to deep in the whole thing and that you’ll get hurt in the process.

Also, he doesn’t like how much you adore Suga, as a hero.

Maybe he is jealous, because of his teeny-tiny crush. Who knows.

Min Yoongi aka Suga

You two can’t bare each other.

Mainly because you both run companies that are on the top. He is just getting in your way and you in his.

While you took over the company from your family and managed to get to the top, he built his company from nothing.

You’re like 100% sure that he is one of the villains in the city.

At least he would have the technology for it.

It never crosses your mind that he also could be a hero, that’s until he saves you.

Your company get’s attacked and he is there, protecting you.

When the villains are a defeated he turns around facing you.

And he takes off his mask, enjoying your shocked face. Firstly because Min Yoongi is the famous Suga and he looks freaking hot.

He isn’t even scared that you will tell the world who he is, firstly because he would give zero fucks and because maybe the thing between you two is more like a love-hate relationship

No?

Okay, only hate...(LIES)

Whatever since that day you kinda owe him something, which means you aren’t that mean anymore.

Also, you’re often worried about him, but you would never admit that.

Maybe you have to take things into your own hands, to protect him or at least help him defeat the evil.

Jhope aka Jung Hoseok

You met Hobi at the dance academy and it didn’t take long until you two were best friends.

He is always taking you home when it’s getting late, because in a city with various villains, he is scared for your safety.

That’s also why he hasn’t told you about his powers yet, even though he is quite proud of them and hates lying to you.

Often you asked questions when you see that he got hurt again.

You are angry when he still dances, making his injuries even worse, than you have to treat them.

You just want to know how he get’s them, but he won't tell you.

You respect his privacy, but you’re also hurt. You always thought he wouldn’t have secrets because he trusts you.

But who are you to talk? You also never tell Hobi what you’re doing in the night and that you have powers yourself.

Still, you two manage, to keep your secret lives from each other.

because both of you are scared to put the other in danger.

We’re not going to discuss if it’ because of the feelings towards each other.

Becuase they are also a secret.

If you two would just realize...

ChimChim aka Jimin

You have lived in a bad neighbourhood all your life and also in school, you have witnessed and been a victim of bullying.

When you’re still a teenager you decide to run away, because you don’t want to be weak anymore.

You join the League of Assasin, training to be able to protect yourself.

You’re really hardworking and soon you’re the best of the new recruits.

That’s until Park Jimin arrives. A weird boy around your age with a weird tattoo on his hand. And you're sure he has a lot of secrets.

With his innocent look, people easily underestimate him and he is one of the best fighters.

Even though you compete in fighting, you two become good friends.

When he decides to leave, to go back to Soul, you come with him.

The problem is just that leaving the League isn’t that easy. You can’t just come and go as you like. But you are able to make a compromise with the leader.

Back in Seoul, you’re maybe finally able to help fight against the villains in the city.

But like Jimin you also have a lot of secrets.

V aka Kim Taehyung

You work at the same coffee shop as Tae.

But he probably doesn’t even know your name.

You two have never spoken, but he barely speaks with anyone. He only talks as much as needed for his job.

When he his shift is over he is really fast to leave.

Still, you have a massive crush on him. You like how mysterious he is.

But you don’t get your hopes up because he is mostly ignoring you.

The first time he talks to you, you’re really shocked, because, besides the fact that Kim Taehyung speaks to you, he also knows your name (Maybe bc of the name tag)

He asks you if it would be possible for you to watch his dog, for the weekend.

At first, you're shocked that he trusts you enough with his dog, but then you get a grip on yourself and accept.

When he brings his dog over you invite him in, which leads to him seeing your big V poster. embarrassing

V had been your favourite superhero and role model since he appeared.

If you only know...

Kookie aka Jeon Jungkook

You meet Jungkook the first time in college.

He has the same course as you.

Maybe he wouldn’t have caught your attention, but besides being late all the time he also slept the whole time.

At first, you were confused why he even took the course if he only sleeps, but then you got angry. His little snores were annoying, and somehow you always ended up beside him.

Probably because you always sat in the first row and no other wanted those seats.

But somehow you also pitied him.

Like many, he probably had to work late. (Actually, he had a superhero life at night...)

When the exams were coming up you decided to copy your notes and give them to him. He had been asleep the whole semester so he hadn’t taken notes.

Jungkook was surprised but accepted.

So you two became friends.

Unlike most f the other’s Jungkook revealed his superhero identity to you really quick, even before he joined BTS.

You’re his best friend so he trusts you with everything.

[gimmethatagustd]

falling into you (1) | kth + myg

Sometimes Taehyung thinks he loves his roommate so much it makes him sick.

↳ pairing: superhero!taehyung x superhero!yoongi

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | college au | fantasy | roommates to lovers | fluff | light angst | light smut

↳ wc/date: 2.6k | September 2023

↳ warnings: pining lol, tae is so soft and cute

↳ notes: i hope you all enjoy this lil world i've created 🦸🏽‍♂️ i'm only going to tag everyone in the masterlist, and then in future chapters (chapter 5-6) cuz i don't wanna flood everyone's notifs

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to?  the series playlist

The world has four types of people: superheroes, sidekicks, villains, and everyone else. Everyone has their place in society, and all four types of people are necessary for the world to function properly. There must always be good to balance out evil, a commoner for the villains to terrorize and the heroes to save. 

Everyone has their rightful place, and no one place is better. 

Taehyung knows this. 

Still, he wants to be the best. And to accomplish that, he has to be a hero. 

From the moment Taehyung was born, he was destined to be a sidekick. The seed was planted into his brain early on -  pun intended. He has stupid superpowers, or so he’s been told. What kind of superhero saves people by conjuring flowers and befriending shrubbery? Why would anyone in trouble shout for a wiry boy with grass-stained knees and daisy chains braided into his golden hair when someone with superstrength or laser eyes could save them instead? 

Never mind the fact that Taehyung can poison others with a simple touch. No one finds that impressive until they’re covered in painful welts and itching up a storm like they’ve been tossed into a patch of poison ivy. 

For that reason, villainy always seemed appealing. This was particularly true during high school meetings where a teenaged Taehyung picked dirt from underneath his nails while his parents argued with his teacher about placing him on the hero curriculum track instead of the sidekick track. 

“Your son just isn’t the type,” one teacher insisted. 

It was Mrs. Gwan, with her thick-framed glasses and cardigan that was more cat hair than wool. Her coffee breath was rancid enough to incapacitate the strongest of hero trainees. 

Well, jokes on them. Taehyung is on the path to becoming valedictorian of his graduating class at Seoul National University. By the end of the academic year, he’ll stand in front of hundreds of other supers in the purple graduation robes of hero trainees to give his speech, and it will be a giant  fuck you to all the Mrs. Gwans in his life who thought his abilities were cute but not up to superhero standards. 

Taehyung put in the hard work, and by god, he’ll fucking reap the benefits - pun intended. 

It’s a Friday evening when Taehyung finds out his hard work might be in vain. 

He sits at the kitchen table in Namjoon and Jungkook’s dorm, a steaming bowl of instant ramen in front of him that Jungkook keeps slipping spoonfuls of gochujang into. 

“Jungkook-ah, that’s enough,” Namjoon insists as he rounds the corner. It’s a wonder he manages to carry two additional bowls of ramen to the table without spilling them. 

“Hyung.” Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows and presses his tongue against his lip piercing in what he probably hopes is a menacing way. “It’s gonna taste boring if I don’t add anything to it!” 

“Taehyung doesn’t like spicy food.” 

“It’s gochujang, hyung, seriously.” 

“It has spice.” 

“It’s not like I’m dumping a bottle of hot sauce in it!” 

“The broth is turning red!” 

Taehyung slurps a few noodles, keenly aware of his friends watching him expectantly. He hums as he chews, which is enough to ease Namjoon’s worries. 

“See. He’s fine.” Jungkook is smug when he snatches his bowl of ramen from Namjoon and gets settled into the chair next to Taehyung. “I knew you’d be fine,” he whispers out of the corner of his mouth. 

Taehyung would never admit it, but he loves when his friends dote on him like this. It makes him feel all gooey inside, like a chocolate chip cookie fresh from the oven. 

“Midterm evals are up!” Namjoon suddenly announces, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and bringing his phone closer to his face. 

To those who don’t know Namjoon, he likely looks like a total tool wearing sunglasses indoors. It’s for everyone’s safety, though. Namjoon hasn’t been feeling well, and Taehyung appreciates the superhero-proof sunglasses preventing him from accidentally getting zapped by his best friend’s laser eyes every time the guy sneezes. 

It has happened more than once in the four years they’ve known each other, and it is not fun. Taehyung’s got scars to prove it. 

“You guys are such nerds,” Jungkook teases around a mouthful of ramen. 

“Sorry we’re not all super-geniuses like you. We actually have to put in effort,” Taehyung teases back. 

“Hey!” Jungkook acts like he’s about to stab Taehyung with his chopsticks. “I put in effort!” 

With a noncommittal shrug, Taehyung turns his attention to his phone. It’s no surprise that Jungkook doesn’t bother checking his midterm evaluation. The younger hero trainee is a junior with plenty of time to get his grades up before graduation. Not that Jungkook needs to worry. He genuinely is a genius; superintelligence is one of his many abilities. 

Taehyung, on the other hand, doesn’t have any abilities that automatically make him a strong student. He has gotten through his education through hard work, with no special advantages. 

Not that he judges Jungkook or anything. No one can help what their abilities are. It’s all up to family genes and destiny. Or maybe a freak accident, but despite what superhero movies make it seem like, it’s rare that supers become what they are by accident. 

Hunching over where his phone is placed on the table beside his bowl of ramen, Taehyung uses his middle finger to scroll through the report uploaded to his academic portal.

Birth Name:  Kim Taehyung Super Name:  TBA Place Of Origin:  Bisan-dong, Daegu, South Korea Status:  Trainee (Seoul National University’s School for Superhuman Abilities)  Abilities:  Chlorokinesis, Plant Empathy, Toxikinesis, Toxic Immunity   

Combat:  100 Durability:  100 Intelligence:  100 Power:  90 Speed:  100 Strength:  100

Whatever Namjoon and Jungkook are talking about fizzles out until it’s merely the fuzzy static of background noise. Taehyung can only focus on the glaring mistake in his midterm performance evaluation. 

Power:  90

Taehyung scoffs, rereading his stats a second, third, and fourth time. Ninety?  Ninety?  Never in Taehyung’s life has he ever earned anything other than a perfect score at SNU.  Never. 

It has to be a mistake. 

Taehyung’s hands tremble as he scrolls through the rest of the report. He grazes over the stats one last time before skipping down to the second page of the document. Quantitative evaluations don’t provide a complete picture; numbers can mean anything and nothing at all. Taehyung needs to know why his professor docked him ten points for something ridiculous.

… points deducted due to a failure to exhibit total control of kinetic abilities… Kim demonstrated an inability to focus on his direct target… proved unusual based on previous evaluations… Effective empathic skills were not impacted… Additional training in recall is recommended…

“Taehyung-ah?” 

“Hmm?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows to acknowledge Namjoon’s call, but his eyes remain glued to his phone, skimming the qualitative feedback. 

Unreliable recall? A lack of control? It isn’t Taehyung’s fault, though. He’d been distracted. During the four-hour-long evaluation, a particular senior had hovered in Taehyung’s peripheral vision. 

Min Yoongi served as one of the infirmary student interns due to his powers of biokinesis, advanced healing, and life-force manipulation - a medley of abilities so powerful it’s a bit scary. Not that that’s unusual; a bunch of young adults in their early twenties running around with life-altering superpowers, nearly uninhibited, is pretty terrifying when one thinks about it. 

Yoongi holds the power of life and death in the palm of his hand, but from personal experience, Taehyung knows that the fellow superhero trainee is nothing but kind. He moves through the world gently, as though he’s hyper-aware of his ability to end life with the press of a fingertip against the skin, and thus makes every movement with intentionality and care. It’s admirable; Taehyung knows. He, too, has the power to destroy life just as much as he can nurture it.

But what does any of that have to do with Taehyung’s evaluation? As an infirmary student intern, Yoongi must sit in on combat evaluations in case his healing powers are needed. 

Taehyung grimaces at the memory, fighting it back into the darkest corner of his brain in hopes of smothering it. He doesn’t want to admit why he couldn’t stop looking over at where Yoongi sat during his evaluation. 

While being observed by a team of instructors, Taehyung was supposed to concentrate on hitting moving targets with poison drawn from the toxins that run through his superhuman veins. It was one of many tests. 

Whenever a target approached Taehyung, it seemed that Yoongi would do something distracting. 

The first time, a light cough knocked Taehyung off his game. He’d looked out the corner of his eye to see the blue-haired man sitting with his legs crossed in the grass. Yoongi bit his lip as he scrolled through his phone, and the target smacked Taehyung square in the face before he had the chance to analyze the weird flip his stomach did when he zeroed in on the pink of Yoongi’s bottom lip. 

The second time was much worse. 

Another sensation grew in the pit of Taehyung’s stomach, but it wasn’t nerves or… whatever it had been before. No, it was bile bubbling up in his belly that he was, unfortunately, rather familiar with. 

It was the feeling Taehyung got when he sensed life draining from a nearby plant. 

“Wait–” 

That time, one of the targets punched Taehyung in the gut. The impact knocked the wind out of him and threw him to the ground. A sharp pain shot from his tailbone up the length of his spine.  

Taehyung had rolled onto his stomach and pressed his palms into the ground in an attempt to push himself up. Gasping, he’d turned to see Yoongi twirling, between long fingers, a yellow dandelion he’d plucked from the grass. The poor thing drooped forward, top-heavy once it didn’t have the strength of the earth secured around its roots. 

It was then that Yoongi’s eyes locked with Taehyung’s from across the field. The corner of his mouth drew upward in a slight smirk. 

And that was when Taehyung’s arms gave out.  

“It’s only ten points, hyung. That’s barely anything. Not even a full letter grade of a difference.” 

Jungkook’s gentle reassurance draws Taehyung out of his troubled thoughts. He’s peering over Taehyung’s shoulder to read his evaluation. 

Namjoon looks up from his phone with a confused expression. “What?” 

“Hyung is mad they gave him a ninety on his Powers eval.” His younger friend’s shoulders lift to his ears in a shrug far too casual for Taehyung’s liking

“Ten points is enough to set me back at least fifteen people in my class ranking, Jungkook! At least!”  

Jungkook rolls his eyes. 

“Why does your class rank even matter? It’s not gonna have an impact on your superhero certification. They’ll still let you work for the CIA or whatever stupid Avengers initiative the government’s got going.”  

“Government special ops typically only employ heroes and sidekicks at the top of their class,” Namjoon points out rather unhelpfully. 

“So being fifteenth in line is somehow not the top of his class?” Jungkook glares at no one in particular as he slurps his ramen. 

“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon sighs. “Taehyung has worked very hard to get to where he is.” 

“Maybe you could ask someone to train with you?” Jungkook offers because his superhuman brain won’t rest until he solves all the world’s problems. “What about Yoongi hyung? The healing component of his biokinesis can cancel out your toxikinesis, right?” 

Taehyung nervously chews on an odd hangnail. The anxiety he wears is unbecoming of him, but he can’t possibly give a shit about appearances right now. It isn’t just that Yoongi fucked up Taehyung’s midterm evaluation. It’s much more and much worse than just that. 

Yoongi is Taehyung’s roommate.   

And now, Taehyung must return to their shared apartment-style dormitory and pretend like he isn’t sick with shame and embarrassment. 

Namjoon perks up at Jungkook’s recommendation. “That’s a great idea!” 

It’s a terrible idea. 

“Yoongi hyung would definitely help.” 

Neither friend notices how pink in the face Taehyung is becoming. 

“Wait…” Jungkook’s smile falters, and Taehyung wonders if perhaps his younger friend will have mercy on him. “Are you and hyung in a fight or something? You’re always here. I just talked to him last week about how we never all hang out together anymore.”

“That’s so true,” Namjoon joins in with a frown that matches Jungkook’s. 

Something jolts inside Taehyung’s chest. It’s an electric spike substantial enough that he feels it zip through his veins. Looking down, he notices goosebumps pebble the skin on his forearms, and he shivers despite wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt. 

There’s no way he’s having this conversation. Not here, in his only safe space aside from the university greenhouse. Not with Namjoon and Jungkook, though he should feel comfortable talking to his best friends about what’s going on with him. All of that would take courage, though, and Taehyung would rather take a punch to the face by the strongest trainee at SNU than talk about his feelings. 

Scooting back his chair, Taehyung announces too loudly, “I need to water my plants!” 

The force with which he stands knocks his chair backward. It clatters against the floor, and Taehyung scrambles to pick it up, his cheeks flaming and his gangly limbs suddenly feeling out of sync with his body. 

Jungkook and Namjoon give each other a look that Taehyung chooses not to pay attention to. 

Nausea makes Taehyung’s insides curdle as he slowly shrugs on his blue jean jacket. Autumn hasn’t entirely descended on Seoul yet, but Taehyung prefers bundling up when the weather is windy like it is today. 

Although, there is something liberating about feeling warm air flutter through his fluffy hair, tossing his golden curls like a bird’s nest atop his head. It makes him feel weightless, as though somewhere deep inside, his body remembers what it was like for humans to be run by instincts and live freely rather than be confined to cities and jobs. 

“Text me when you get home?” Namjoon touches Taehyung’s arm. 

He nods, softly replying, “Of course, hyung.” 

Taehyung does his best to ignore the downturn of his friend’s mouth. If he lingers on it too long, it will mix his nausea with the oppressive weight of feeling like a disappointment. It isn’t a feeling Taehyung is familiar with, which likely makes it even more stifling. 

His feet drag against the pavement as he makes the short trek from Namjoon and Jungkook’s dorm to his own. His off-white hightop Converse, dirtied from attending one too many concerts with cigarettes and marijuana joints stuffed into their folds, kick small pebbles into the grass. 

The blades of grass sing to Taehyung as he walks. Kicking the pebbles doesn't hurt the blades; Taehyung would never intentionally hurt any plant. He sings to them and has found that the smooth baritone of his voice does wonders to nurture plants’ development when they’re young. He supposes they’re just like human babies listening to Mozart to stimulate their brains. 

Unfortunately, today, he isn’t in the mood to sing. 

Flowers lean toward the young man when he passes by, brushing their leaves and petals against the his calves. Plant hugs are something special; Taehyung does his best to appreciate them, even in his sulking. He stretches his fingers out, using his power to blanket the grass and patches of flowers along the sidewalk with comforting pheromones. The plants release them back, and Taehyung breathes in their scent deeply, letting the calming qualities permeate his soul. 

It doesn’t fix anything, but it feels good to be loved by nature around him.

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SUPERPOWERS JIKOOK AU

Bangtan Boys [2/7] -> 민윤기 Min Yoongi

Thermokinesis: He has the ability to mentally control the ambient heat energy within his immediate environment, even when he's not aflame. He can reduce objects' temperatures, raise them to several hundred degrees, or extinguish open flames. The heat energy he takes from the environment is absorbed into his own body. If he takes in a critical amount while he's not aflame, he will become aflame.

Heat Manipulation: He can increase the kinetic energy of atoms, meaning he effectively makes things hotter, ranging from slightly warm levels to absolute scalding. Heat Signature Sense: He has the ability to sense beings by the heat signature that they give off. Pyrogenesis: He has the ability to generate fire out of thin air. Pyrokinesis: He can shape and manipulate fire. He can generate shapes of fire from any point on his body. Pyrokinetic Propulsion: He can use his ability to control fire, to propel himself at varying speeds, without taking real flight, but jumping or gliding by a short burst of fire. Fire Absorption: He can absorb fire, while removing it from the source, into his body to gain some form of advantage, either by enhancing himself, gain drained power or use it as a power source. Fire Healing: He can use his flames to heal himself. When enveloped in flames, he heals faster. Fire Mimicry: He possesses the physical ability to envelop his entire body, or portions of it, with a fiery plasma without any harm to himself. Fire and Heat Immunity: He's completely unaffected by heat and flames, including his own, even when part of him is aflame and the rest is not. His flesh cannot be scalded or burned by any heat source. Fire Blasts: He has the ability to project the flames he generates as powerful blasts of energy. Fire Breath: He can generate and manipulate fire within him in a way that allows him to shape the exhaling of the effect. These shapes can include bursts, blasts, streams and spits from the mouth. Fire Aura: He can release and surround himself with fire for defensive or offensive purposes. Pyrokinetic Constructs: He can turn the fire into tools, objects, weapons and other items, creating semi-living constructs.