#once again double entendre back at it again with yoongis train of thought love this for us

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Holy shit WHAT A RIDE this chapter was!!

Versus | MYG, JHS - Chapter 6

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: mentions of weapons - blades, mentions of blood/bleeding, stabbing, explosions, fighting (hand-to-hand combat), flesh-eating bacteria, a plane nearly crashes, switching POVs, kissing, grinding, Vitality gives in to temptation, Yoongi and Hobi give in to their instincts

Word Count: 2.7k

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?

A/N: We're upping the ante with the battles this chapter! The lines are really starting to blur for our superhero and villains alike.

The chapter title comes from OK Go's Here It Goes Again:

I guess there's gotta be a break in the monotony But Jesus, when it rains, how it pours

Unbeta’d as usual. Please don't be a silent reader! 🥺 My inbox is always open! 💕

Chapter Five ✨ Series Masterlist ✨ Chapter Seven

Chapter Six: Jesus, When It Rains, How It Pours

As far as weeks go, you’ve had better. 

Monday started off with a bang when half of midtown was ravaged by a gila monster the size of a jumbo jet that escaped from some mad scientist’s lab after getting into some horrifically effective secret growth serum. Tuesday you took down an entire team of disgruntled ex-military men threatening to blow up the city if the officials didn’t meet their demands for, uh, actually, you never asked what they wanted, you just defeated them before they could do anything other than terrorize a whole building full of innocent hostages. 

Wednesday was nothing but meetings and team building exercises - honestly, worse than the giant lizard and the mercenaries combined. 

And here it is Thursday, and you’re once again fighting Yoongi. He’s really been on one lately, and you’re getting a little sick and tired of seeing his face. Especially when he won’t stop throwing those fucking blades at you and ruining your plans to spend the day relaxing for once. Well, relaxing as much as you can for a superhero busy constantly saving the world. So, like, eating banana Choco Pies and maybe binging a few episodes of All of Us Are Dead in between training sessions.

“Heads up, pretty bird!” Yoongi grins as another dagger hurtles through the air. You spin, avoiding the sharp projectile, and aim a high kick at his head. He manages to duck, dropping to his knees. Two more daggers slip from his sleeves and he chucks them as he laughs gleefully. 

His plan is going fairly smoothly today. It was so easy for him and Taehyung to break into the high containment lab where the government’s Disease Control department stores the deadliest pathogens on the planet under lock and key. Even easier to incite hysteria when he threatened to release a vial of flesh-eating bacteria into the water supply. He so loves to watch leaders scramble about like helpless ants, just waiting to be squished under his big black boots. 

Not to mention how much he enjoys the thrill of causing a total meltdown amongst the public at large. It’s too easy to manipulate people. They’re so dumb and panicky. 

How he loathes them.

But as much as he’d love to actually release some of these vicious viruses, he’s really only here because he knew you’d come. And now he has you trapped in an enclosed space, surrounded by vials filled with instant death, making it impossible for you to use your powers. You can’t exactly blast him to hell if it means you might accidentally smash some of these tubes and release the doom stored inside. Especially since he and Taehyung destroyed all of the room’s defenses meant to keep any breaches safely enclosed within.

“You won’t get away with this!” you hiss as you knock one of his daggers out of midair with a well-timed kick. 

“Are you sure about that? Seems like you’re fighting with clipped wings, pretty bird,” Yoongi chuckles darkly. “Careful! Wouldn’t want to let any of these icky germs get out, now would we?”

Lunging forward, you tackle him to the ground, pinning his arms down so he can’t release any more blades. You still don’t understand where the fuck they all come from - is he conjuring them out of thin air? Or does he have a whole bunch of them strapped to his body at all times? Is his pale skin just a collection of scars under his pinstripe suit? 

“What exactly is your plan here? Release the bacteria, and then what? What do you want?” 

What does he want? You, writhing underneath him, begging for mercy. It’s all he desires.

“I want chaos. I want to bring the world crashing down around us, until the streets run red and only the strongest survive. This world needs culling, and I am the reaper!” His eyes flash as he rants, fidgeting, trying to rock you off of him as you straddle his chest, keeping his hands pressed against his sides.  

“You’re the reaper? No, you’re a disease, and I am the cure!” you snarl, fist curled, winding up to deliver a knockout punch. 

Yoongi cackles wildly. “You’re the cure? Be honest–did you just come up with that, or did you rehearse that before you got here?”

Well, not that he needs to know, but yeah, you’d rehearsed that since the moment you left headquarters. As soon as you realized you were headed to the infectious disease vault, you knew exactly what you wanted to say for your finishing quip. Stupid fucking superhero banter.

“Fuck you!” A little more pithy than witty, but it’ll get the job done. Just as you’re about to smack him six ways from Sunday, there’s a stabbing pain in your shoulder. With a wounded shriek, you reach behind you and remove a dagger, point dripping with your blood. 

Taehyung stands in the doorway of the vault. Goddamn it, you forgot all about the sidekick. All the supervillains you fight always have a loyal lackey just waiting to step in and prove their mettle. Yoongi must’ve trained him to handle his blades.

His presence distracts you long enough for Yoongi to wiggle his arms free, throwing you off of him. Yoongi reaches for the dagger but you manage to keep a strong grip on it, and the two of you begin to wrestle, limbs tangling as Taehyung suddenly shouts.

“Hyung! Look out!” A vial sitting dangerously close to the edge of the counter suddenly topples onto its side, glass shattering. “Don’t let it hit your skin!”

It’s the flesh-eating bacteria. Your tussling with Yoongi has brought you right next to the counter, and your back slams into the solid cabinet doors. Time seems to slow to a crawl, every second stretching to an eternity. You glance at Yoongi before you look up, staring in dread as the contents of the tube begin to drip towards your face–

THOCK

A burst of wind ripples past your head and suddenly there’s a dagger sticking out of the wood, directly between your face and the oozing strain, catching every drop that dribbles down. Startled, you whip your head around to gawk at Yoongi. He’s frozen, arm still raised, a fierce look on his face. 

“Don’t just sit there, fucking move,” he growls, and you snap to, quickly jumping away from the counter as the lethal microbes run down the blade and trickle onto the floor where you had been a mere millisecond before. You lie on your side, panting, bewildered. Why the fuck did Yoongi do that? 

Yoongi’s stunned. Why the fuck did he do that? You were this close to becoming a bacteria buffet. If he hadn’t saved you, you’d be dead. He hadn’t even thought about it, just reacted on instinct, tossing a blade to protect you. 

Fucking hell, once again he really needs a minute to think. But now isn’t the time for any self-reflection, not with sirens blaring and Taehyung screeching in his ear that they need to leave before you shake off your shock and capture them both. He allows his confidant to pull him to his feet, and then he’s running, as fast as he can, away from the lab, away from the building, away from you and the expression on your face of total confusion - mixed with the one emotion he hates above all.

Hope.

Hobi’s made a slight miscalculation.

This thought occurs to him as he stumbles out of the cockpit of the jet, which is gradually diving towards the ground. 

See, his brilliant plan this week was to trap you on a jet skimming the upper bounds of the atmosphere and force you to fight him without your powers. After all, it’s an enclosed space about 6,000 miles above the ground. Since you can’t fly, why would you put yourself at risk by tearing a hole through the cabin or blasting one of the engines into smithereens?

The thing is, no matter how many times he had Jin sift through the scenarios and crunch the data, he completely forgot to take one factor into consideration: you’re kind of a compulsive idiot. 

“The controls are completely shot,” He hisses as he stalks across the cabin to where you’re standing, staring at your own hands. “As you in fucking shot them with that last blast!”

“I didn’t fucking mean to! Obviously!” you shout, snapping out of your shock. You’d been trying, really trying not to give in to the urge to just blow this asshole out of the sky, but he wouldn’t stop throwing punches and you just wanted to stun him, wind him enough to knock him down and pin him, except you forgot how fucking slick he is, how he moves like water when he fights, lithe body bending in ways you couldn’t even dream to, and with one smooth side step he’d avoided your blast. 

And now there’s a giant hole in the instrument panel and you’re going to die. 

Hobi should’ve prepared for this eventuality. He should’ve packed at least one parachute. 

Add it to the list of things he’ll go to his grave lamenting. 

“So what do we do now?” you ask, spinning around the empty cabin of the plane, looking for something that might help. Not that you have a fucking clue what would help. This isn’t a situation they’d trained you for when you’d started with the company. It was always assumed that if there were an air battle, one of the flying heroes would handle it. 

“We fucking die,” Hobi hisses. For once, he wishes he had Jin in his ear to tell him everything will be alright. But his communications are on the fritz thanks to the gaping maw that used to be the front of the jet. “Unless one of your stupid coworkers is about to swoop in here and save us?” 

One minute, you were on your way to a charity event, dressed to kill in your bright red strapless sequined gown, slit cut halfway to heaven up your right thigh, most decidedly not wearing the headpiece from your uniform despite your PR rep’s insistence because you think it’s tacky as fuck (and besides, it clashed with your dress something horrible), when your driver suddenly keeled over, blood spurting from his mouth, and the car went off the road. Before you could free yourself from the wreckage, you felt that invisible pulsing again, and everything went black. 

Now, as the train of your dress trails behind you, tattered from your fight, you wish you’d worn that stupid ugly-ass headpiece after all. Damn you and your fucking pride. There’s a locator beacon in the headpiece, which would really be handy right about now. You know Doc will track you eventually, but you’re not feeling very hopeful that he can do so before you become a superhero pancake.

“Save us?” you sputter, spinning around the empty cabin. “Who is this “us?” If anyone were to get saved, it would just be me, you fucknut! No one is coming to save you!” Whirling again, you aim a high kick at his head, scowling as he ducks. You chase him down the aisle, angrily tossing punches left and right, your throws getting sloppier the more irate you grow. “And you probably had that fucking radar-evading tech on again, just like you did in Argentina, right?? So no one knows I’m here and no one is going to find me until they dig my body out of the rubble!” 

Hobi catches your clumsy right cross and yanks you towards him, intending to restrain you, but the plane suddenly dips further and he ends up flat on his back, tugging you on top of him.

You huff furiously as your nose brushes his. From this close, his eyes are molten lava, burning into yours. His skin scorches you where it touches you, as though his entire body blazes with heat beneath you. 

Hobi is out of ideas. Out of brilliant plans, out of in-the-nick-of-time maneuvers. He knows his henchmen won’t get to him fast enough, no matter how swift his jets might be. So, for the first time in a very, very long time, he lets the panic take over. He stops thinking, and moves on instinct.

Wrapping a strong hand around the back of your head, he pulls you down, crushing your mouth onto his. 

There’s brief shock on your end, before the impending doom of your current situation floods your brain, sweeping all rational thought away in its wake, and you thread your fingers through his dark hair, cradling his head as you kiss him fiercely. You’re about to fucking die–why not live a little first? Go down happy. Or at the very least, anything but scared.

Of course his lips would be so plush. Of course his tongue would taste like sugar. Why would his kiss be any less irresistible than the energy flowing through him? Because it’s calling to you, again. Like a sweet siren song, an inviting melody only you can hear. 

This time, there’s no reason not to give in. 

As Hobi licks into your mouth, blindly needing to feel something, anything else right now, other than fear, and finding himself quite surprised that he is, you curl your fingers into his dark shirt and feed, pulling his energy into you. 

Hobi’s eyes go wide at the first tug. What is happening to him? It feels like something surging through him. His eyes roll shut in ecstasy. Holy shit, whatever it is, it’s fucking amazing.

You groan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the pulsating sensation of Hobi’s energy entering you. God, is this what it’s like to feed from a human? Jesus, why did you wait until death’s door to try it? You settle against him, thighs straddling his, and your eyes fly open (when did they close??) as you realize he’s hard as a rock between your legs. Is it from the kiss? From the fighting? Or could draining him of his energy feel as good for him as it feels for you?

The force building inside you is so intense, stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before - even more powerful than that nuclear warhead you’d disarmed one time by draining it dry. It’s extraordinary, how fucking good it feels, how fucking good Hobi feels, and as the sensation overwhelms you, you break the kiss, arching your back and letting go, releasing all that rippling energy in one big blast.

The jet explodes around you, disintegrating into nothing.

Hobi’s eyes widen in shock as you destroy the plane. Acting on instinct, he wraps his arms around you as you hurtle towards the earth in a freefall. He tucks your head into his neck, as if to protect you. 

Or maybe just to hold you close during the last few seconds of your lives. 

That’s when a strong hand suddenly grasps and yanks him out of midair.

“Shit, Vi, what the fuck did you get yourself into this time?” an irate voice demands, and then Hobi blinks and he’s zooming through the air as your flying teammate holds you both tightly and zips you towards the ground below. 

As soon as you’re standing on solid earth, your teammate throws Hobi down, pinning him to the soil. You drop to your knees, thankful to be on the ground again, breathing deeply as your heart continues to hammer frantically. Your teammate starts ranting about your “little stunt” fucking up his day off (as if you kidnapped yourself!). But you don’t respond, glancing at where Hobi, who lies with his hands cuffed behind his back, peers up at you. His dark eyes are turbulent, unsettled oceans churning wildly, and you know your own gaze matches his. 

Neither of you speak, and before long, he’s being whisked away by the containment team and you’re alone, staring at the dirt under your knees, marveling at how you survived but still feel completely wrecked. 

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Right In Front Of Me, a BTS fanfic

We've been friends for years, honestly, like my whole life I've been friends with Taehyung. We went to the same playgroup, the same preschool, the same elementary school, middle and high school. Our mom's are great friends still. When he went to training and I went to college I was sure we'd lose touch, but not once! Not even now he's an idol, he's still my best friend, although I try not to let it get around too much. If some people at school heard about it I'd be stalked, persecuted and or worse pestered constantly for his autograph. I'm learning artistic photography, although I'm actually an English major. I don't know, Taehyung has pretty much had it figured a long time, but I don't really know what I want to do with my life. Now he's acting as well as a singer and dancer, he's just going strength to strength, I'm a little envious of him, I'll be honest. When he got picked for BTS we, I mean, me, his folks, his brother and sister sat in their living room on speaker phone with him. It was such a special thing to have him tell us he made it, it was kind of emotional. I was crying because I was so happy, and me and his little sister hugged and danced around the living room. It must sound really stupid but when you've watched someone you care about work and work to achieve there dreams and then they do, you can't help but feel happy for them, it's almost as if you'd achieved your dream with them. I met the guys, once they'd debuted, Taehyung wanted his family and his friends to meet the guys he was spending so much time with. He called them his second family, they live together in a dorm, they really are like his second family. I'm lucky, I live quite close to Taetae, so I get to se him almost weekly, unless he's on tour. When they're at home and between promotions, they do quite a lot of promoting, for products and then their comebacks and album releases, I go see them, watch dance practices or just hang out at the dorm in their down time. Play video games and eat whatever Jungkook and Seokjin have rustled up. Sometimes I take my camera down and take sneaky photos, I'm not allowed to keep half of them, BigHit would sue my ass and I think Taehyung would be disappointed in me, I'm certainly not allowed to distribute them, but some of the shots of the boys when they aren't looking are really artistic. It's fun, even if I can't keep them, just seeing their expressions caught in a moment. I flirt a little, mostly because they are hot guys and what person faced with such beauty could resist flirting with 6 flirtatious hotties? Jimin is the most fun, he's such a perv, hot as all hell that guy. He knows it too, but he's not douchy about it though. He looks at you like he's imagining what he'd like to do with you, god he gives me chills! When he dances, it's hard not to look at him, his moves are poetry in motion. Then there's Namjoon, Rap Monster, he's all about cheeky looks and double entendres, everything he says sounds like he means something naughty. He's fun to flirt with too! So classy, he's got some real style. He's got some serious jams too! Seokjin, Jin, he's so adorable but then he'll flash you a look that's just pure sex, like he's begging to be kissed. He loves blowing kisses, sometimes I blow kisses back and he gets all flustered, it so cute! Hoseok, J-Hope, he's so funny, but he's kind of dark too sometimes, and there are moments and he looks so hard and edgy and that's when I think he's his hottest honestly. Yoongi, Suga, he's straight talking and sometimes he comes out with stuff and it's like no fxxks given, and then he melts you with that sweet smile. Jungkook, man he kills me sometimes, I thought when Taetae first introduced me, oh look, a cinnamon roll, then I found out that he's really a sinnamon roll. He's got a look, that seriously, he's competing with Jimin in the chills stakes. Taetae is cute, but he's my best friend. I've never seen him with a girl, you know, like acting sexy. We've only ever been friends and joked around, I don't know how he flirts even. Sometimes he'll catch me flirting with one of the guys and he gets this look, I'm not really sure what it is, but I feel guilty then. I feel like I'm cheating. But if I ask him what the matter is he just laughs it off, as if I were imagining it. I miss him when he goes on tour, he Skype's with me though and sends me silly postcards with a funny message and all the guys signature. If I sold them I'd be a millionaire, but I couldn't bear to part with them. To be honest I don't quite know how I'd do without him. God, I've never realized that before. What if he got a girlfriend? He wouldn't be able to see me then, his girlfriend would be uncomfortable about it. God, I'd be uncomfortable about it! I'd... Hang on why am I thinking this way? Hasn't he got the right to be in love and happy, though? Oh God I feel sick. I didn't see him until three days later and the thought that he might end up dating someone had run through my head like a greyhound on speed all that time. I hadn't slept properly, I'd tried to message him but ended up deleting them before they were sent. What was the matter with me? It was Friday, when I saw him, I'd been to watch dance practise, and we, all of us, had thought about going to get barbecue. I was a bag of nerves. When he came out of the changing rooms, I got him a little away from the guys. "Hey, um... you'd tell me if you were thinking about dating anyone, right?" I asked awkwardly. "I...," he started hesitatingly, "um... yeah, of course," he stumbled out. "So are you?" I asked waiting for an answer I was sure I wouldn't like. "Am I what?" He said quasi- suspiciously, and purposely vague. "Thinking about dating anyone?" I asked with the tenacity of a terrier playing tug of war. "Er... kind of," he stuttered. I was just about to ask about what he meant when Hoseok jumped on us. "So are we getting beef or what?" He said patting us heavily on the shoulders. I didn't have a chance to ask anything else, and before I knew it we were at the restaurant and I was flirting with Jimin and Namjoon. I know, I'm a complete slut, it wasn't intentional, but when two hot guys are flirting with you I defy anyone to be able to resist flirting back! Then I caught Taehyung, with the deepest look of contempt on his face I've ever seen, he looked from me to Jimin and then at Namjoon. I tried to smile at him, bravely, sort of apologetically and his face softened and he smiled back, his sunny bright smile that always makes me feel warm inside. It was fun, with the guys, and I sort of felt light and airy after being with Taetae. I completely forgot about the previous three days nagging worry or sleepless nights. Then about 3am i sat bolt upright in bed, what had he meant by "kind of"? That was it, I couldn't sleep a minute longer and spent hours resisting the urge to message him. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up on my sofa cradling my cellphone, a message flashing on it. It'd been sent about a minute ago, it must have woken me, it was 6:30 am, it was from Taehyung. <<I have a crush, that's what I meant before!>> That's all he'd put, I checked that I hadn't half asleep sent him a message asking him about it, but I hadn't, it seemed like he had been thinking about it too. What did that mean? Did it mean anything? Was he worried how I'd feel about him having a crush on someone? I felt sick again, the message made my heart sink. Had he been trying to tell me about someone, a girl, a guy who he wanted to be with all this time? What kind of shitty friend was I? That my best friend in the whole world had been too nervous to tell me he had feelings for someone?! I cried, I was the most horrible friend ever to exist, not only was my best friend scared to tell me something important to him but I couldn't even be happy for him. Then like a lightening bolt out of the blue, as if suddenly I'd been given miraculous sight after being blind for so long, I knew why I was crying. I was in love with him, with my best friend, I was in love with Taehyung! Oh god, what was I going to do?! He had a crush, and I was in love with him, I would have to watch him be with someone else and pretend to be happy for him. Oh god, what if he was in love with one of the guys? He always pulled a face when I was flirting with them, and the look of contempt at the restaurant, oh God it was Jimin! It's the only common thing, when I flirted with Jimin Taehyung always got upset, and if I asked him about it he pretended it was nothing. I cried some more then. There was only one thing to do, I'd have to tell him I knew who his crush was and promise him to support him and to stop flirting with Jimin. I got off the couch and took a shower. I washed my hair and got dressed. I'd need to speak with him alone, I didn't want to embarrass him in front of Jimin. It was about 8 am, I wondered if he'd be awake. I made myself coffee and tidied up the flat, if he came over quickly after I sent him a message to come see me I wanted it to look neat and for me to look refreshed. I sent him a message then. <<Hi, if you're not busy, I know who your crush is and I think we should talk, can you come over?>> I was right, he came over in a hurry. He looked worried. "You can relax, I know you're in love with Jimin, and I want you to know that you didn't need to worry about telling me, I'll stop flirting with him. If you need anyone to talk to, I want you know I'm here for you!!" I said as I ushered him into my living room. He turned at me and went bright red. I thought he was blushing, but he was angry. He pushed me against the door, and started to shout. "I don't love Jimin! I'm not gay or bi!" I started to cry, he pulled away a little, his face had been inches from mine. Now he was just standing in front of me. "Don't you get it! I love you, I've always loved you, I will always love you!" He said frustratedly. I cried, at first I was scared that he was angry with me, then scared he loved a girl, and now I was crying because he loved me. "I'm sorry for being angry, I don't expect you to love me back, just please, don't flirt with guys in front of me. It kills me to see you flirt with my friends!" He said resigned. I threw myself at him and kissed him passionately on the lips, tears still running down my face. I pulled him tight and kissed him with all the love that flowed inside me for him. Could he know how stupid I was? That I'd loved him all my life and only realized it last night at 4 am? It didn't seem to matter as I felt him kiss me back, felt his love flow through his lips, and I knew the only thing that mattered was that moment. It felt like I was floating on a cloud and that our kiss would last forever, one of his hands on my neck and one around my waist, kissing me, leading me to my sofa. We kissed for what seemed like hours on my sofa, wrapped in each other's embrace. Coming up only for a breath of air and then kissing each other again. Eventually we pulled away from our kiss and I rested my head on his shoulder, my arms around him, his arms around me, our legs entwined. "What I don't get," he said talking into my hair, "is why you thought I was in love with Jimin?" "Oh god, are you going to make me explain that?" I said blushing, I took a deep breath,"I realized I loved you at 4am last night, but I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams you'd actually love me back, so I tried to figure out why you acted so weird when I was with the guys, and Jimin was the other person I could think of besides me you were weird about. I assumed you loved him." "Do you know that's why I knew I loved you?" He said kissing the top of my head again, "The first time Jimin flirted with you, it was the first time you came to watch us dance in practice and I saw you blush as he looked at you, that's the first time I realized I loved you, that I'd always loved you and that I always will." I looked up at him, how had I been so blind? How had I never realized until now that he was the love of my life and I'd never ever stop loving him? He looked down at me and we kissed again. I think I'll leave you there, what happened between us is between us, he stayed with me all day though. I guess it's a reminder never to forget what's in front of you!