Exes and Superher-o's

Part 7

The next morning, you wake up feeling almost hungover.

For five whole minutes you stare at the ceiling, forcing yourself to relive the events of the previous day. From breakfast with Jungkook, the fight at the marina, returning to Seokjin's apartment – wincing, you roll your weight off your shoulder.

Forcing yourself out of bed, you pad into the bathroom to examine your arm. Jimin did a good job; the bandages are still wrapped tightly around the wound. Satisfied nothing is bleeding, you pull out your phone to call Jungkook.

He answers on the second ring.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Hey, Jungkook. Didn't you get my text yesterday?"

"Your text. Ha. Oh, I got your text, Y/N. Want me to refresh your memory?"

"Um, I don't think that's necess –"

"Hey, JK. Everything's fine, I just left Seokjin's. Had minor shrapnel removed from my arm. Resting now. Talk to you tomorrow. PS, villain still on the loose."

"At least... the text was informative?"

"Y/N. What the fuck."

"I'm fine!"

"Still. You should've called me."

"I know," you groan, plopping down on your bed. "I just didn't feel like talking last night."

Jungkook is silent for a moment. "You kissed him, didn't you?"

Your eyes widen. "Wait, what? How did you know?"

"You did?"

"You... you're the one who asked me if I did!"

"Yeah, but I was just going out on a limb there! Fuck," he breathes. "You seriously kissed your ex like that? While you were working a case? Damn, Y/N."

"I know," you moan, closing your eyes. "It was stupid."

"Massively stupid."

"I was an idiot."

"A huge one."

Opening your eyes, you stare at the wall. "I still love him, you know."

"I know."

You are silent for a moment, picking at a loose thread on the bottom of your PJs.

"Alright, well," Jungkook sighs. "You know you still have to work with him, right?"

"I know." Casually, you itch the edge of your bandage and catch sight of it in the mirror. Remembering something, you frown. "Jungkook. You have a bunch of tattoos, right?"

"Uh, I guess. 'A bunch' is kind of relative."

"More than five."

"Then, yeah. I have a bunch."

Lowering your arm, you stare at your wrist. "It's weird for a high school cheerleader to have a barcode tattoo on her wrist, right?"

"I don't know. All tattoos are personal, and – wait. Did you say a barcode?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Jungkook pauses. "Maybe it's nothing."

"Or maybe it's something. What is it?"

"Okay, so I was having lunch with Taehyung the other day."

Taehyung is the handler for a superhero called Brainblast – otherwise known as Kim Namjoon. His superpowers are teleportation and knowledge absorption. Superhero rating of 8 and a cool guy, when he isn't tripping over his own feet.

"That's nice. Did he get a barcode tattoo?"

"No. He kept talking about the last villain they fought. Said Namjoon was super conflicted about the arrest, which is unusual. He also mentioned a barcode tattoo on their villain's wrist."

Slowly, you sit up. "That's strange."

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking... there's something off about this assignment."

"In what way?"

"I have an idea, but I don't think you're going to like it."

"Do I ever like your ideas?"

"Not really, no."

"Then, why break with tradition? What's the idea?"

"Meet me at ISA headquarters," you say, standing up from your bed. "Think up ideas for potential distractions along the way."

"Wait. Distractions? Y/N, what are you –"

You press end on the call.