Exes and Superher-o's

Part 5

Jerking backwards, Seokjin scrambles to his feet. Immediately, you clap both hands over your ears.

"WHAT'S GOING ON?" you yell, straining to be heard over the noise.

Wincing, Yoongi rips off his headset to punch in a few buttons. Seokjin is also wincing, pointing at the monitors.

"MESSAGE FROM HEADQUARTERS," he yells. "YOONGI JUST INSTALLED THIS ALARM. HADN'T REALLY TESTED THE VOLUME."

"YOU DON'T SAY."

Finally, the horrible beeping stops, and you slump in your seat. Only the message is left playing over the loudspeakers.

"Urgent message from ISA. WWH requested immediately. Assignment has been spotted – repeat – assignment has been spotted. Report to Dock 12, Northwest Marina."

There is a pause, a few more beeps and the message replays.

"What about me?" you huff, glaring at the monitors. "What about Minutia?"

Seokjin rolls his eyes. "You don't live here, Y/N."

Your phone starts to ring. "Hold that thought," you say, answering your phone. "Hello?"

"Y/N!" Jungkook sounds out of breath. "Thank god I caught you. They found –"

"Katie. I know," you say, pushing yourself to stand.

Jungkook cuts himself off. "Are you serious? You already know? How am I the last person to find out? Did the Agency seriously call you before your handler? I swear if I wasn't –"

"Relax, Jungkook, I'm at Seokjin's. I overheard the Agency calling Yoongi."

"Oh, okay."

Cupping the phone to your ear, you mouth bathroom? at Seokjin, who points you across the room. Nodding thanks, you sling your bag over your shoulder and head in this direction.

Once inside the bathroom, you set your phone on the counter.

"So, are you done being a baby?" you say, starting to strip. Like every good superhero, you keep a spare super-suit in your bag.

"I'm not a baby."

"You're right, you're worse. You're petty."

"Hey!"

Snorting, you turn and zip up your outfit. "Alright, I have to go now," you say, shoving things into your bag. "I'll call you once Seokjin and I return this girl to the Agency, alright?"

"Alright," Jungkook grumbles. "Tell Yoongi hi for me."

"Will do."

You hang up, sliding your phone into your bag and leaving the bathroom. Seokjin has already changed, standing beside Yoongi while they watch the monitors. He faces away from you, not yet hearing your entrance and you take the rare opportunity to look at him.

There are few people on earth who see Seokjin so casual. You have, obviously, but the novelty has yet to wear off on you. His super-suit truly does wonders for his body. Trying not to stare, you drink in the trim cut of his waist, the broad panes of his shoulders – sliding even lower, you ogle his slim thighs and calves.

Oh, who are you kidding? You're staring.

After a long moment, you manage to compose your features. Seokjin glances up when you enter, meeting your gaze – and then he looks down.

Yoongi lets out a low whistle. "Holy shit, Y/N. Did the Agency get you a new suit, too?"

"What, this old thing?"