BTS Imagines

BTS Metahuman Au

Part 8/?

Yoongi's small apartment in the deep crevices of Tokyo felt more like a mouse hole now that there were six fully grown man stuffed inside. He had transported the entire group out of the streets to his apartment, which has him melted into his couch from exhaustion. It's been awhile since he has managed to transport people other than himself, and his body was not taking it too well. The tight tension in the room wasn't helping either. Yoongi feels a swish of air caressing his cheeks and was faced with Jimin's puppy eyes.

"Here," Jimin smiled as he handed him a glass of water. "It's unnerving to see your face going paler than your snow white skin. Oh, and sorry that I raided your kitchen by the way. It literally took me a second to find it because boy, your kitchen is as empty as an abandoned desert."

Jimin's babbling earned a burst of laughter from the other guests. His sassy remarks managed to cut the tension away, and they were more than grateful for it. They stood around the tiny living room, trying hard not to look out of place. It wasn't easy to face someone from your past, especially after not having seen them for more than six decades.

The sip of water did little to energise him but at least it had helped to dull away the aching in his temples. "Shall I introduce everyone?" Yoongi asks. "Or I bet everyone here already knows Jimin, isn't that right Kim?"

His tight smile accompanied the strain in his voice after having to cough out Namjoon's name. The name 'Kim Namjoon' felt like a serpentine wrapped around his tongue, leaving an acrid taste in his mouth. Hence, opting for a simple 'Kim' to ease his queasy stomach.

"Yoongi-"

"No, let him be Jin. He knows that I've been...spying on him so why hide it right?" Namjoon spoke up. "And it can't be helped if Taehyung reads my visions, because obviously, he was just as concerned."

"Just as?" Yoongi scoffed at his words. It angered him that Namjoon was playing it off as if he had an ounce of care for him. If it came from Jin, it would've been more believable.

"Listen here punk!" Namjoon stood up, now seething with anger. "I'm sorry that your dull brain can't input in the fact that I do care for you. Or maybe it's that thick ego clouding your eyes."

This was something Yoongi couldn't lose to. After almost 70 years, it was finally time to let it out. He stands up and faces up to Namjoon's taller build. "You care for me?!" Yoongi retorted and gave a mocking chuckle. "That must be the biggest joke in the entire world because fuck, I'm laughing."

"This is what you do! You haven't changed a single bit you fucker," Namjoon grits his teeth. "Instead of trying to understand and accept it, you mock my words, laugh it off and claim that no one has tried to explain it to you."

The fury locked in him finally explodes, reaching it's boiling limit. His fist swings for Namjoon's jaws, only reaching an inch before the taller man grabs the thin wrist, pushing Yoongi back.