Exes and Superher-o's

Part 6

Sooner than you would've thought, you land on his balcony. As gently as possible, Seokjin sets you down on your feet.

"Yoongi!" he calls, not wanting to leave you alone.

Yoongi appears in the doorway. One look at you has him rushing forward. "Fuck, what happened?" he says, spotting the torn fabric of your suit.

"Hey, Yoongi." Smiling faintly, you lean against Seokjin. "Sorry to just drop in on you like this. Get it? Drop? Because we were flying, and..."

Somewhat alarmed, Yoongi glances at Seokjin. "Is she okay?"

"Exhausted," Seokjin says, as though you're not there. "That girl, Katie, threw a giant shipping crate across the dock. Y/N froze it all to save a civilian."

Yoongi's eyes widen. "Everything?"

"Everything."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah." Seokjin looks past him, into the apartment. "Can you call Jimin for me? I'm going to put Y/N down in my room; get her cleaned up."

"Sure thing," says Yoongi, heading inside. "I'll tell him it's an emergency. Right shoulder laceration?"

"Yeah."

Yoongi nods, disappearing from the balcony.

You watch him go, giggling at something Seokjin just said. "Your room. Seokjin, if you're trying to put me in a compromising situation, it isn't... going... to... work," you say, poking him between each word for emphasis.

"Yeah, okay." Seokjin bends to lift you again. "Let's revisit this when you're not bleeding out on my balcony, okay?"

Nodding, you lean on his chest and forget what you had to say. All your energy disappears, leaving you feeling weightless. Although you're aware of your surroundings, the entire world seems disjointed. Out of place. An overlap of times and faces.

The pain is a constant, though – dimly, you hope Seokjin's doctor arrives soon.

"Okay, we need to get you out of your suit."

Blinking, you realize you're in Seokjin's bathroom. He's set you down on the counter and is now washing his hands – the water beneath them runs a bit crimson. Your blood, you realize with a start.

"I don't have anything on underneath," you mumble, leaning your head to the wall.

"But Jimin's going to need –"

"Jimin's going to need everyone out of the bathroom." A young, handsome man appears in the doorway. His smile is comforting, aimed at you on the counter. "Hi, Y/N. I'm Park Jimin, Seokjin's doctor."

Seokjin turns around. "Thank god," he exhales. "Y/N was hit by something – this crate exploded, and a piece of metal got lodged in her arm."

"Hm." Jimin walks forward, unfazed. "You don't say."

When he enters the bathroom, Seokjin takes a step back. "I didn't remove it," he says, watching you closely. "I remember you said not to do that."

"Good." Jimin examines your wound. "That was a good call. Alright – everyone except for Y/N, out."

Seokjin looks around. "It's only me here."

"Alright, clearly subtle isn't working. Seokjin – get out."

"What? Why me?"

"Because you're a distraction," says Jimin, shooing him away with one hand. "How am I supposed to work with you breathing down my neck? There's a reason boyfriends aren't allowed in the operating room."