Exes and Superher-o's

Part 9

Before you can scream, a gun is pressed to your back. "I would think twice before using your powers," an unfamiliar voice says in your ear. "The bullets in this gun are titanium."

Instantly, you freeze – and not in the superpower kind of way.

"What do you want?" you breathe, trying and failing to keep the tremor from your voice.

"Shut up."

There are footsteps to your right, letting you know you and your kidnapper aren't alone. Swallowing, you hope Jungkook at least managed to get away; Taehyung and Namjoon will protect him. Shifting your weight on your feet, you attempt to gauge the strength of your opponent.

The gun jabs you in the small of your back. "Stop moving," the man hisses. "Greg – get the cuffs."

Before you can protest, your arms are twisted as, one by one, metal cuffs are attached to your wrists. You stumble a little when your powers are silenced. It's as though a switch has been flipped deep inside – one second, immense power courses through you and the next moment, there's nothing.

Leaving you weak, helpless, and completely on your own.

"HEY – asshole!"

"What the –"

There's a loud thump, and the sound of someone swearing as the gun falls. You stiffen, refusing to move in case this is a ploy. Your kidnapper could simply want you to think someone has come, only to shoot you when you turn around.

Fingers trembling, you search the edge of your cuff for a hole. If there's a hole, there's a key you can use to escape. If you just bide your time, wait until your hood is removed, you can make your escape. Silently, you rehearse the moves in your head. Knee to the groin, spin and kick the other –

A gunshot rings out in the alley, forcing you to your knees.

"Shit," you curse, ducking your head.

Heart beating your ribcage, you strain to understand what's going on around you. There are a few more thumps, and one yelp before the bag is ripped from your head.

You stare, wide-eyed, at Seokjin before you.

Kneeling in the grime of the alley, he grips your arms. "Hey," Seokjin says, briefly scanning your frame.

"Seokjin?" you say, not understanding

"It's me. It's okay, Y/N – you're safe."

Glancing behind him, you see two men on the ground. One clutches a still-smoking gun – he lies flat on his back, staring dazedly at the sky. The other doesn't seem to fare much better. At least he's still conscious, but he howls in pain while clutching his left shoulder.

Seeing where you're looking, Seokjin shakes his head. "I didn't even hurt him that badly. Just a dislocated shoulder."

"And the other guy?"

Seokjin's gaze moves to yours. "He tried to shoot you," he says quietly.

A chill runs down your spine at his expression.

"Right," you say.

Seokjin is dressed in his super-suit, hair falling messily into his eyes. It looks like he got dressed in a hurry, which doesn't make any sense. Seokjin wouldn't have worn his suit unless he planned on fighting a villain. Suddenly, you remember why you sought him in the first place.

"Seokjin," you say. "You can't go after Katie. She's not the bad guy. Katie isn't really a villain, she –"

"Was made by the Agency." Calmly, Seokjin unlocks your cuffs. Falling from your wrists, they clink to the ground. "I know."