BTS Imagines

BTS Metahuman Short Imagine

Part 1/?

It was 3 in the morning as Yoongi took a stroll on the roofs of the houses. The silver light of the moon fell in fractions around him, following every move he made. A puff of white steam curls away from him as he sighed into the icy night.

Out of nowhere, he felt a burning sensation on the underside of his wrist. He froze, slowly turning his hand to reveal his wrist. As expected, the trident mark on his skin illuminated like the moonlight. He stood rooted to the ground, unsure of what to do. It's been decades since that mark last illuminated and he had done everything he could to prevent it from ever happening again.

"You bastard!" a shout rang out into the empty waste.

Yoongi's hand curls into a fist, his eyes never leaving the mark. He could hear the chaos ringing along the alleyway, not too far from where he was from.

"Fuck," he growled under his breath with his teeth gritted.

Before he could convince himself to turn the other way, Yoongi swiftly teleports himself to the roof two blocks away, leaving thin black smoke swirling around where he used to be. He crouches down near to the shadows, his entire body becoming one with the dark. The ruckus came from a group of men cornering a younger lad. They were yelling and cursing at him.

"Give back the $5000 you took from us and we won't beat you to death," one of the men hissed. He had a baseball in his hand, ready to swing.

The young lad only laughed it off with a smirk on his face, seemingly unaware that his life was on the line. From the top of the roof, Yoongi's eyes scoured every inch of skin that was visible until he saw what he was looking for. When the young lad pushed back his sleeves, the mark on his wrist glinted in the dark. He was a metahuman, just like Yoongi.

"How about we make a bet," the young lad raised his hands. "If I can take that baseball bat of yours, you spare my life and let me walk away with your money. If I can't, then I'll willingly give you back the money and even let you beat me up in this stinking alley."

The group of men exchanged looks of disbelief. In their minds, there was no way in hell that young lad could go through the six of them to get the baseball bat. "Deal. Don't get too attached to that pretty face of yours," the man scoffed.

As soon as the man agreed, the young lad put up a mischievous smile. Before anyone realised, he was leaning against the wall with the baseball bat slung over his shoulder. He had a smug look after seeing the six men stutter at the inconceivable.

"Super speed," Yoongi sighed as he shook his head. "What an idiot, showing off his abilities." He knew the young lad could've used his speed to get out of this mess but right now, he was fooling around.

"What the fuck was that!" the men yelled with rage.

"You made a deal! " the man said, wielding the bat around. "I got the bat, so now, you let me walk away."

In a flash, Yoongi transported himself down to the alleyway, grabbed a hold of the young man. A second later, they appeared out of thin air in the middle of the empty street.

"Woah, woah, woah what the fuck!" the young man cursed as he stumbled on his feet. He hurled himself down on all fours, feeling his dinner rise up his throat. "Oh man, what the fuck just happened?"

Yoongi stepped around and waited for the man. Out of the dark, he saw that the man had bright bubblegum pink hair. Who would do such a thing? Yoongi frowned, revolting this man's life choices.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man panted, feeling his energy drain.

Yoongi kept silent for a minute. He grabs the man's wrist and lifted his own sleeves to reveal the similar gleaming symbol. "I'm Yoongi. You and I, we're the same. Sort of," he said. "It'll take a while to recover from the shift in your atoms."

"Holy shit," the man gasped. "I've never seen anyone with the same mark...I thought I was the only one." His big eyes travelled up, looking into Yoongi's.

Somehow, despite the wild exterior this man had, he looked so innocent. "You can call me Jimin."