Exes and Superher-o's

Part 10

Returning to his bedroom, you find his bed empty. You stare at this, puzzled until you hear voices in the hall.

"Out here, Y/N!"

Leaving Seokjin's bedroom, the first person you see is Yoongi. He sits at Seokjin's kitchen table, a mug of coffee in hand.

Yoongi arches a brow over the rim of his cup. "Hey, Y/N. How're things?"

"He was here?" you gasp, looking at Seokjin.

Seokjin – now dressed in normal clothing – winces.

"To be fair, I didn't know Yoongi was here," he says. "And he was downstairs the whole time!"

"Yeah." Yoongi nods. "Only realized something was happening when the wall started shaking. I thought we were under attack. And then, I quickly realized we weren't."

Face heating, you duck behind Seokjin. Lacing both hands across his front, you bury your face in the back of his t-shirt.

"This is so embarrassing," you mutter.

Seokjin squeezes your hands. "It's just Yoongi."

"Well, just Yoongi," he says, using air quotes, "has figured out a way to save your asses, so just Yoongi is feeling pretty good about himself right now."

You peer around Seokjin. "What'd you figure out?"

Yoongi waves the two of you forward. His laptop is open, and he scrolls through several files before selecting one that he likes.

"As it turns out," Yoongi says. "I attracted some attention by hacking into the Agency."

"Attention?" you blurt, starting to panic. "Did the Agency figure out you hacked in? Do they know about you and Seokjin?"

"No, no – not them. Actually, the FBI reached out to me."

"The FBI?" You stare at the screen, confused. "Seriously?"

The Federal Bureau of Investigation has never been of much importance to you. The Agency has undisputed authority when it comes to superheroes and their powers. You suppose that's exactly why an organization like the FBI would have eyes on them, though. No one likes someone with more power than they do.

"Yeah." Yoongi sits back in his chair. "They're way better at hacking than I am. Noticed right away when I broke in."

"Hang on." Seokjin's eyes narrow. "That's my laptop."

"Right."

"You hacked into the Agency using my laptop?"

"Less suspicious." Yoongi shrugs. "You don't use yours for anything but online games and porn. Highly doubt the Agency is keeping tabs on what you do."

"I – but," Seokjin sputters. "You've been talking to the FBI on my laptop?"

"Seokjin, shh," you say, propping your chin on his shoulder. "The FBI doesn't care about your porn preferences."

"Yeah, but still," he complains.

"Anyways." Yoongi opens a file. "Turns out the FBI has been watching the Agency for some time. Thought they were breaking international law by creating new supers. They had no proof of it, though – every time they found a lead, they'd mysteriously disappear."

"What a coincidence," you say drily.

"Right?" Yoongi lifts a brow. "Anyways – they said they'd help Katie if you bring her to them. They'll protect Y/N, too."

Hesitant, your arms fall from around Seokjin's waist. "And we're just supposed to trust them?"

"Y/N is right," Seokjin says slowly. "We don't even know what the FBI want."