Superhuman (A BTS FanFiction)

The Aftermath

It had been seven months since the power stations came back online.  The whole of Seoul breathed a sigh of relief when their air conditioning kicked in, refrigeration could be used again, and their food could be cooked properly.  It had become an epidemic.  People were miserable, no one could do their job properly.  It was as if the world had stopped.  Frankly, it was like living in the stone age.

"(Y/N)?! Are you even paying attention?" your friend screeched, she was staring at you as if a bug was caught between your teeth.  You had to shake your head, clear your thoughts, and look down at the books in front of you.  "Sorry, Min-Ji," you mumble and flip the page.

"As I was saying," she began again. "I don't really see why we have to go to school anymore.  It's not like we can bus there."

"Min-Jin," you say, looking up at her. "The school is literally two blocks away from our neighborhood."

Since being stranded in Seoul, your father had graciously been given refuge in the Apgujeong-dong neighborhood with his business associate.  The lavish life had only been mildly interrupted by the electrical storm.  Everyone in this neighborhood was well-off, and had the means to continue doing so.

Min-Jin was the daughter of your father's associate.  It was through mutual misery that the two had grown close over the last year and a half.

They sat now in the courtyard of the prestigious school.  Sun filtering down from between the leaves in the trees.  You tuck a lock of your black hair behind one ear.  It had grown long since the flare, past your shoulders.  At Apgujeong High their uniforms were the typical fair, white dress shirts with black blazers, and a grey skirt for the girls.  

Despite your limited use of the language, Min-Jin had begun to tutor you, allowing you to attend the school with her.  Your father insisted that no daughter of his was going to miss out on a good education!  It was dismal.

You missed your friends back home in America.  There were very few people here you could really connect with.  If you hadn't been squatting in Min-Jin's house this friendship wouldn't have ever happened.  You sigh, in all honestly, it felt like being on an abandoned island.

"(Y/N), you're doing it again," she interrupted.

"I'm sorry, Min, just can't seem to focus today," you reply with a frown. "I haven't been getting enough sleep."

"Did you have another nightmare?" she breathed, moving closer, eyes showing strange excitement.

"Well...yes," she stammered, blushing.

"It was that boy again?"

You bit your bottom lip in thought. "He's more of a man Min."

Min shoved her books aside in a dramatic gesture and grabbed the lapels of your blazer. "Spill it, girl," she demanded. "I want all the details."

Your dreams had become vivid lately.  Ever since the flare, it was as if you were living in a separate world that was both dream and reality.  You had no idea who he was, but he was handsome, caring, and protective.  The dreams often made you wake up flushed and embarrassingly so.  Min-Jin had no problem getting the details out of you, she was thirsty for a good romance, and your dreams were full of it.

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"Jin."

He stared down at his hands, eyeing every long line, every short one, and the spirals on his fingertips.  Glasses clinked in the distance, a minor distraction as his thoughts rolled around in his head and his focus was undeterred.  His pink hair was a mess, he hadn't bothered to comb it down, and now his thoughts were broken to pieces as his mother fussed with the spiky strands.

"Jin, your hair is a disaster," she complained and made attempts to control the boyish look.

"Eomma," he complained and swatted at her hands. "Stop."

"You said you would go to the market" she told him, resting her hands on her hips.  She was an older woman, fading black hair was tied into a tight bun atop her head.  She was a good two feet shorter than her son, and had a look that spoke of strong confidence.  This was a woman you did not disobey.

"Yes, I was just..." he stalled. "Going to have breakfast."

"Jin!  It's three in the afternoon!"

"Late lunch?"

She clicked her tongue and began to shoo him off the kitchen stool and force him toward the door.  "Ah! Eomma!  Okay, okay!" The boy, who had just become a man, quickly slipped on his shoes and jogged - although it could be argued he was pushed - out the door.  He could hear her yelling at him down the street.  

The day was nice, allowing him to forego his usual black sweater.  A white t-shirt clung loosely to his slender frame, and black jeans hugged tight to his legs.  He dug the small paper with items on it that his mother demanded he obtain.  "Talk about going on a quest," he said with a roll of his eyes, which were as brown as milk chocolate. 

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Min stabbed at her phone with a finger as you both walked down the street.  The market was close to the school.  Since they could now charge their phones most of society had reached a less stressful co-existence.  The governments around the world were working on replacing the satellites that had been wiped out in the flare.  Internet was down until they could reestablish connections globally.  Min was fine, though, once the withdrawal wore off, she had plenty of apps to keep her entertained.

You, on the other hand, spent most of the time staring at the many storefronts and the various people.  South Korea had become your new home, and in a small way, you felt quite happy in this exotic, to you, place.  The food was different, but delicious, combining rich vegetables with sauces and meat.  It was fair to say that this is the healthiest you had ever been. It was also much warmer here, than your home back in Detroit.  Most of the time your blazer was tucked away in your backpack, if you could get away with it.  Now your bare arms swung at your side, the feel of the warm sun grazing your pale skin.  Someday maybe you would tan...just maybe.

"Look," Min pointed toward the market, "I want to get some ramyeon, she grabbed your hand and pulled you along."

"Ram...yeon," you said the word slowly. "Noodles?" 

The pair of you entered the brightly lit store and she released your hand.  Min-Jin was gone in a flash, her favorite isle was in the middle of the store.  She was a skinny thing, with long straight black hair, frame slender and face beautiful.  It was any wonder how she scarfed down all those carbs and stayed so pretty.

"(Y/N)!" she squealed. "(Y/N)!" The sound of her voice filled the whole damn store.  If it weren't for Min-Jin's unique personality, and the desperate times, you probably would have run far, far away from her by now.

You run down the isle to find her, having been viewing the various snack options at the far side of the store.  She was like a squawking bird calling out at you from afar.  You had to stop her before she made the whole place go nuts from her screeching voice.  Whatever she had found was probably absolutely adorable, to her, or something that was on sale and she just had to share.  Min-Jin was probably the most aggressive penny pincher, or won pincher, you had ever met.

Your shoes click against the tile as you dash, backpack bumping against your backside, fingers hooked against the straps.  It was an unconscious tendency you had, to look down as you walked, and that didn't change when you ran.  Before you could stop yourself, you looked up in horror at the figure that you were set on a collision course with, your feet slid beneath you and your eyes shut tight in regrettable doom.

"Aiieee!" you cried out, arms windmilling as the weight of your backpack pulled you backwards after colliding into the man.

"Whoops!" the figure said and snatched your wrists in his hands. "There we go."

Huffing, the world no longer in chaos around you, your blue eyes finally looked up into his face.  "Oh," you whisper, a hand to your mouth. "It's you."

"It's me?" Jin repeated.

"I have to go." Your cheeks flushed such a deep red that you were sure a car would have stopped at the sight - if cars could even work these days.  You pushed past him, bare arm brushing against bare arm, when your world turned upside down and the floor came rushing to your face.