Exes and Superher-o's

Part 8

Twenty minutes later, you're strolling through the front doors of the Agency. Your phone has been turned off in your pocket – you saw Seokjin texted something earlier but decided not to respond. You need to get things done and a conversation with him would only be a distraction.

Although you're dressed in street clothes, you wonder if you should've taken the time to change into your suit. Most of the superheroes you pass in the building are wearing theirs. Keeping your head down, you hurry across the lobby until a voice calls your name.

"Y/N!"

Glancing up, you see Jung Hoseok holding the elevator door. "Are you going up?" he calls. "I'll hold it for you! None of you mind, right?" he asks, glancing around him.

Whoever he's with probably does mind, but no one can stay mad at Hoseok for long. If his superpowers weren't healing and regeneration, you'd suspect them to be eternal optimism and positive spirit.

Squeezing into the elevator, you smile apologetically at the rest of its inhabitants. Facing forward, you flash a grin at Hoseok.

"Thanks," you tell him.

"No problem." Hoseok jams a button. "Long time, no see, Y/N. Been busy kicking villain ass?"

"Trying to. What about you? Smiling them all to death?"

"You know it! Wait, shit." Hoseok's eyes widen when he sees your arm. "What happened there?"

"Oh, nothing."

Hoseok gives you a long look. "Y/N."

"Really," you insist. "Just a small scratch from a fight."

"A small scratch?" His brow arches. "Then you won't mind if I take a look."

"Hobi," you grumble, but you diligently hold out your arm. "Really, you're being ridiculous."

Ridiculous or not, Hoseok takes your arm and gently unwraps the bandages. You, Seokjin and Hoseok were all in Agency training together. It was equally common for Hoseok to heal cuts and bruises as he did hangovers.

"Hm." Turning your arm this way and that, Hoseok examines the stitches. "Nice work," he says, a bit begrudgingly.

"Jimin did them."

"Oh, Park Jimin?" Hoseok glances up. "Isn't he –"

"Seokjin's doctor, yeah."

Hiding a grin, Hoseok looks back down. Brown hair flops into his eyes. "Always knew you two would get back together."

"We're not back together, we –"

"There," Hoseok announces, handing back your arm. "Good as new."

Blinking, you shut up and examine your arm. The skin has completely healed, not even a trace of a scar remaining. Flexing your bicep, you exhale in relief.

"Thanks, Hobi." Reaching the tenth floor, the elevator doors open. "This was such a lifesaver, honestly."

"Don't mention it," he says as you exit. "Let's catch up soon, okay? You, me and Seokjin!"

Before you can correct him on this, the doors shut between you. You stare at the metal for a moment, caught in the grasp of rose-colored memories. Before you can force yourself to move, someone else calls your name.

"Y/N!" Jungkook nearly trips over his boots rushing towards you. "I've been looking everywhere for you. We didn't actually specify which elevator bank we'd meet at."

"Whoops," you say with a wince. "Sorry, Jungkookie."

Coming to a stop, he fixes you with a glare. "No cutesy nicknames."