You won't break me || Kim NamJoon

You Own my Firsts

The first time you came across a mutant isn't in your favorite childhood memories' box.

"So you don't have mega intelligence (Y/N)?"

You were against a tree in the back of your elementary school, and your so called classmates were against you for being a grade above what your age dictates you to be.

You were terrified.

"I swear I don't, my parents just happen to have taught me all of that at home and I was able of skip."

"Yeah sure. I think you are just hiding your mutation." The boy came closer to your small body, and grabbed you by the dirty school tie you were wearing.

"Wh-what if I happened to be one?" Your parents never really told you about mutants, you knew they existed thanks to T.V. shows and a cousin of yours telling you about his mutant friends.

A smirk came across the bully's face. And suddenly the branches of the tree you were leaning against started to grow and hug you.

Correction: they were strangling you.

"Then you should probably use your powers now if you don't want to die."

You froze to that. If he was a mutant too why was he trying to kill you?

But you never found the answer to that, since one of those for-lunch benches passed flying in front of you and hit the boy and one of his minions.

As soon as that happened the branches went back to their normal length and you fell to the floor gasping for air.

"HEY! LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

The minion who wasn't hit obviously ran away, but turns out the other two boys were unconscious. You didn't know nor cared at that moment though, you just ran to your "savior" and clung to him as hard as you could. He was a couple of years older than you.

"Thank you so much. I thought I...I thought I was really going to die."

He put a hand over your head but it felt almost like a hit.

"Are you alright?" He said while lowering himself a little to be at your level.

"Yeah, I am now. Thank you so much again." This time you added a bow to your gratefulness statement, your parents telling you how in Korea it could show more respect than the mere words.

"Hey there's no need for that. You aren't Korean, are you? I mean, you do look kind of asian but..."

"No, I arrived here almost 2 years ago, but my mom is Korean."

"Wait, aren't you from the family in the department 1603 who brought a giant blue robot pillow to the building?"

"It's called R2-D2 but yes! Do live in there too?" Your smile was wide at that moment just like his, and you could see now his dimples."

"So can we be friends then? My name's NamJoon by the way." He said while giving you his hand to shake.

"And I'm (Y/N)!" But when you grabbed his hand, you felt like your hand was under a lot of pressure and whined at the pain.

"Oh my god I'm sorry, is just, I can't control my strength yet. Let's go with the nurse." He sounded terrified.

"It's okay, it's nothing." Then it hit you. "Are you a mutant?"

He jolted a little at your sudden question, but nodded anyway.

He didn't smile until he saw a huge grin in your face.