SuperB || BTS FF

| Part 32 |

For some, adventure happens at night. With doors shut and eyes closed, creativity can begin. The quiet helps some minds relax into a state where they can utilize their thinking one hundred percent. It's as if the moon enhances them with its delicate light.

If thoughts were food, then Yoongi had himself a buffet. Ideas plating themselves in front of him, one after another. They weren't all delicious (he's always been picky) but one idea had him going back for seconds. He often looked at his sleeping roommate wondering how he'd feel about the idea. 

Definitely not happy, no...confused? Probably. Angry? He doesn't seem like the type.

Dumbfounded.

That was exactly what he expected from everyone.

And later that day he got what he expected.

"Well?" Yoongi asked the sea of wide eyes.

He had been in this room yesterday when one MWC member decided to approach him. Yoongi wondered why he chose that room until he assumed it was important. The way Jimin became protective when Sio entered helped prove his point. It took him three tries to find the right room, but he isn't counting those. He was right on his first try.

Yoongi knocked before entering- something the others were very thankful for.

Suprise painted their features until he had spoken. It was like he told them there was a zombie outbreak and the only way to survive, was to give him their shoes.

"I want to join the Male Welcoming Committee," was all he had said. Nothing scary...unless there was a reason they weren't adding members.

Honestly, if Yoongi wasn't in love with making music he would've changed his career plans and become a detective.

"The others and I have no idea what's going on and we need some guidance. That's why I brought you here- to ask you to help us. We...we have powers, too."

The others, us, and we. He didn't reveal who it was, but that didn't stop Yoongi from figuring it out. He saw the articles and news videos about SuperB who had exactly five superheroes mentioned every time.

Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung made five. It fits too perfectly. If your entire club was secretly a team of superheroes, adding members would be a terrible idea. That's why they haven't been asking anyone, Yoongi assumes.

He had all of them figured out, and it felt better not to be the clueless one in the room. 

"Yoongi..." Seokjin laughed awkwardly, "What are you talking about?"

"You guys need members, so I'll join," he shrugged.

Hoseok slid off the desk to stand, "Wow, that's... What?"

"Who told him we need members?" Taehyung asked accusingly.

The members looked around for someone to speak up. Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Headmaster Boo told me. I need an extracurricular." It wasn't a complete lie because he approached the Headmaster before coming here.

Namjoon sighed a breath of relief, "Ah, if that's the case then we can help find something perfect for you. You like playing the piano, right?"

"I want to join this committee." Yoongi folded his arms at Namjoon's attempt to reject him indirectly.

"We h-have a lot of requirements, Yoongi, this uh might not be for you, " Seokjin stuttered.

"Name them."

Four pairs of eyes looked at their president. Namjoon was standing in front of the chalkboard as usual..but now he felt out of place. Yoongi's stare pierced his entire being; it was the same stare he had during his first visit with his parents. This must be an intimidation tactic. The president straightened out his blazer in retaliation.