Doom, Death, and Destruction (A Tale of Superpowered BTS)

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  Okay I know it has been a long time but I have updated~! Took me ages cause life but I am here~! Don't hate me ;.;

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Seokjin's forehead was pressed against the cold wall, his hands were clammy against the painted plaster. He tried to keep calm as he felt the hands gripping onto his skin, forcing slimy patches onto him to record his vitals. Gulping he closed his eyes, listening to the doctors talk amongst themselves. He knew what they were doing, his abilities were the opposite of Yunghee's, and she was dead. They wanted to know if what happened to her would happen to him, they wanted to check his vitals, check if his skin was still producing the natural flame retardant, if his end was near. He opened his eyes, seeing the black number 2 etched on his pale skin. It was their fault she had died, though perhaps it was a mercy that her life had ended, that she wouldn't have to join them, the final number of their group. He groaned when he felt the patches dry on his body, leaving the weight of the cords attached to drag on his skin. He listened to the machine beeping, recording his vitals. With each sound he felt his body jolt in silent shock, he didn't want to break down, not in front of the medical staff.

He opened his mouth and sucked in as much air as he could, as if that would stave off the guilt and self-loathing that was filling his body. His teeth clenched, rubbing against each other with a loud crunch as he felt the nurse relentlessly tear the dried patches of cloth off his skin, tugging each wire off his body. He felt the cold bracelet clamp against his wrist, quieting his inner storm. He never realised how much his fire was apart of him until it was put out. The dampener left him feeling greasy and cold. Where his veins were always thrumming with untamed embers and promises of ash, he instead felt mildew and grease pumping through his body. "How long till this gets removed?" Seokjin pushed himself off the wall, ignoring the fear that filled the nurse as she backed off. His eyes focused on her, catching her fear warp into morbid courage, knowing she had declawed him, removed all his fight, all his power.

"It won't be removed anytime soon, get used to being human." She spoke kindly, as if her malice would disappear with sweet tones.

"I'll memorise it." He rolled his shoulders, trying to stop the slimy feeling from overcoming him. Despite it all, he felt his chest breathe a sigh of relief. Without his inner flames pulling at oxygen from his lungs he had an easier time pulling his breath in. He didn't want to feel the relaxation from losing his abilities. Seokjin felt as if that was a crime, as if he was rejecting a sense of himself, giving himself away in the way the company wanted.

"Time for you to go Number Two." The nurse lifted her nose at him and glared at him, not wanting to get close to him to guide him out, the main doctor had retrieved all his needed information so the mutant was no longer useful in their lab. Seokjin, of course, had no idea where she had expected him to go, so he slowly went to the door and turned the knob, looking back and testing her reaction. When she said nothing he walked out. His feet were heavy as he left the room. He should have known better than to think they would leave him alone. As soon as he had walked out of the room he could see two guards waiting for him. Seokjin pried opened his mouth to speak to them yet stopped himself with a twist of his lips. He should have known better than to speak with them.

The guards started walking without a second though of him, simply expecting Seokjin to follow them with no hesitation. So he did, Seokjin followed them down the halls until he was lead to an empty room. All that was inside was four bunkbeds, nothing more. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, only to have the door shut. Scoffing he sat down on the nearest bed. He was being left alone in the room. He felt his chest clench as he leaned against the metal pole of the bunk. Eight beds, Yunghee was supposed to be with them. His jaw clenched as he shut his eyes, it was all their fault. If they hadn't dragged her into it, she wouldn't be dead. His breath left his lips with a heavy sigh. He remembered when he first met her, only a months ago he had to hold her against his chest to keep her warm. She had eased the heat in his chest and let him breathe, it was different than the suppressor. She didn't leave him feeling gross and weary, she left him feeling refreshed and peaceful. She didn't deserve her death.