Exes and Superher-o's

Part 15

Another two days at the lake house, and you feel as though you're slowly losing your mind. You can tell Jungkook feels the same, despite the outward image of calm he portrays.

Jungkook wasn't built to sit still any more than you were. There's a reason he's mastered so many forms of martial arts and weaponry. A literal wild child, his mom enrolled him in every sport she could think of, but none of them stuck. Until Taekwondo.

After becoming the youngest black belt in the country, Jungkook sought out other disciplines. He entered college intending to join the army but was approached by ISA agents his junior year. Swayed by the promise of protecting humanity, Jungkook joined ISA as a handler. The two of you were paired during your time at the Academy, and honestly, if ISA did one good thing, it was bringing you two together. Somewhere along the line, Jungkook became your closest friend.

Which is how you know he's also going crazy. Standing at the stove – it's your night in the rotation to cook – you watch Jungkook's knee jiggle staring out at the rain. It must be near sunset, although it's hard to tell through the gloom outside. Streaks of water slide down the window, obscuring the view of the horizon beyond.

Alright, fine – the hour is well past sunset. You were late putting the roast vegetables in the oven. Blame Namjoon, and the awesome obstacle course he built for supers in his basement.

"I'm sorry!" You apologize to Jungkook again. "I promise I'll start dinner earlier next time."

Groaning out loud, he lowers his head to the table. "Don't say next time, Y/N. That would imply we'll be here five days from now."

"Hey!" Taehyung glances up, offended. "I've worked hard to turn this place into a home for you all."

"And we're eternally grateful," Jungkook mumbles into the wood. "But even you have to admit this is frustrating. Roa has gone completely off the grid, and whatever Seokjin and Yoongi are doing doesn't seem to be working."

"I'm sure they're close," Namjoon says from the couch. Without looking up, he turns the page in his book. "Yoongi sounded hopeful over the phone."

"Yoongi? Hopeful?" Jungkook lifts his head. "Someday you're going to have to lend me your translator, Namjoon."

Namjoon's lips quirk upwards in a grin.

"Seriously." Jungkook glances around. "At what point do we admit things aren't moving fast enough hand try something different?"

"Different?" you ask cautiously. "Like what?"

Lifting a shoulder, Jungkook lets it fall. "I don't know. Namjoon could absorb some hacking books and try to breach ISA's security system. Or Y/N could follow the Head Agent home and freeze him long enough to steal his laptop. Or maybe –"

"Or maybe," a new voice says from the doorway, "you could let Seokjin inside before you vote on a different plan."

Head jerking sideways, you nearly spill the sauce you've been stirring. The kitchen, which previously held only five inhabitants, now holds one more.

Wet hair plastered to his forehead, Seokjin stands in Namjoon's side door.

The entire kitchen sits, stunned, and then erupts into motion. Namjoon shuts his book, Taehyung pushes his chair back to stand – and you freeze them all, except Seokjin.

He frowns, realizing he's the only one still moving and turns to face you.

The moment your eyes meet, you break, spoon clattering to the counter as you launch yourself forward. It takes barely three steps to cross the kitchen, but it's three steps too many before you throw yourself in his arms.