The Fantastic Eight: Abnormals

chapter six: not good at sneaking around

You laid on your back in bed before glancing at the clock to your left on the side table. It was 2:40am, and it had been an hour since you heard anything from the other boys in their room. They're no doubt asleep by now.

And you were sick of laying in bed for so long doing nothing.

So you got up and headed straight for the door, the hallway was dim- only lit by a candles every few meters, still you went on.

You had to hand it to yourself, you were feeling pretty brave sneaking into the middle of the night like this- you were only going down the hall but still, you've passed the stairs and started to get to the other side of the hall and you haven't made a soun-

Creeeeaaaaaakkkkkkk!

Shit!

You leaped behind a plant as you heard one of the bedroom doors open, a sleepy Jin walking out into the hallway and rubbing his eyes before walking down the stairs, most likely to the kitchen.

You tip toed as fast as you could to the med bay before opening the door and walking inside. You turned on the lights- bright- ones you'd see in the hospital waiting rooms. Bright white lights.

Must be irritating. You thought

Thankfully, you listened enough to Hoseok earlier to recall that he said something about a robot doctor they had that was built into a wall and would only turn on when someone yelled "Emergency, Grace!"

You had no emergency so Grace wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.

You looked at the end of the room seeing the same curtain you had seen when you were here earlier, the silhouette of a sleeping person behind the curtain. You close the door behind you lightly before turning to walk towards the curtain.

You lifted your hand a grasped the blue fabric in your hands, should you be doing this? Isn't this like... invasion of privacy or something.

You pulled the curtain and felt your breath hitch at the sight in front of you.

The boy Yoongi, you recalled, had long black hair, that laid across his pillow and on his forehead. His eyes were shut lightly and his pink lips parted showing the smallest sliver of teeth.

He looked like he was sleeping, peaceful- like Snow White in that glass coffin.

"Hey." You whispered, trying to get his attention. You felt a bit stupid as he didn't even stir in the slightest. You sighed, finding a stool with wheels before sitting on it and rolling it to his bed. You don't know why- you probably should've left by now- but you didn't.

For some reason you wanted to stay, just for a little while. He looked a bit lonely, what was wrong with him anyway?

You looked up at the monitor, it captured his heart beat, blood pressure, oxygen levels, everything. It was all just fine, perfect even. So why is he in here?

You looked at the top right corner of the monitor, reading the small words and numbers that usually wouldn't be there on those regular monitors at the hospitals. But when was anything in this house regular.

The label read;
Condition: Ability Induced Coma
Time Spent in Condition: 4 months 6 days 12 hours 34 minutes and 54 seconds.

If you had water in your mouth you would've absolutely spit it out all over the glass of the incubator. 5 months? A coma?

"The hell happened to you, Yoongi?"You asked him-again- feeling a little stupid for he gave you no answer. "I forgot you can't respond."

You thought for a moment before speaking again, "Did you know about me? Taehyung said you've all been watching me for a while.. does that include you too? Before this happened to you?"

It was more of a question to yourself than him, but you felt the need to say it aloud regardless. "Anyway, I supposed I'll stay here for a bit, even if you can't hear me- you're the only one in this house that doesn't ask me questions."

"Oh, he can hear you alright."

You jumped in response to the groggy voice you heard behind you. Spinning around in your chair, you lock eyes with Jin, holding two steaming cups of something in his hands.

"The hell are you doing sneaking around Jin?" You asked, glaring before turning around to face the sleeping boy.

Jin chuckled, "I could say the same for you actually. I always check on Yoongi a little later in the night, but when I saw you peaking at me behind the plant I assumed you were headed there yourself."

"You saw me?" You asked.. "How the-"

"After a couple months of watching someone you tend to pick up the same feeling a little bit easier" Jin said, pulling up a chair to sit next to you though at a distance. He handed you one of the cups he was holding wordlessly and you took it from his hands in the same manner, taking a sip (it was jasmine tea).

The two of you sat peacefully together before the curiosity bubbling in your chest began to explode.

"What happened to him. It said that the coma he's in is 'ability induced' but that doesn't make a lot of sense." You said quietly, not sparing a single glance at Jin as the two of you stared at the monitor.

"It's something even me and the boys learned about recently. It's when you overuse your ability to such an extent your brain tires, and teeters on the brink of brain death. The coma could last for a varying amount of time, depending on how much power was used." Jin said, just as quiet- as if speaking in a voice any louder than a whisper would wake Yoongi up.

"How'd he fuck up that badly," You asked, "Must've taken a lot of power to do whatever he was trying to do if he ended up brain dead."

"Almost." Jin corrected.

"Almost," You agreed, looking up at the monitor.

"He has the ability to teleport and create barriers around anything he desires, a protection ability." Jin paused, glancing over at you while you sipped on your tea, waiting for him to continue. "There's something you should know (Y/N). There's a lot to tell you about what's going on, who I am, who the boys are.... who you are."

You glanced at him, rolling your eyes lightly. "I'm listening," you grunted.

Jin paused to take a sip of his tea before speaking. "I'm sure you've noticed that the boys and I are not exactly what you would call 'normal'.

You felt that if you rolled your eyes anymore they'd stick to the back of your head. "No shit," You muttered, "that much is clear. Namjoon turned into a fucking crab and Jimin has pink hair."

Jin laughed, it was an odd laugh that got your attention. You realized it had been a long time since you've heard someone else's laughter. When was the last time you laughed anyway? Why do you feel so unhappy in comparison with everyone else?

"Sure, there's that. But there's a lot more to it than that." Jin's expression turned slightly serious when he turned his swivel chair to face you. You chose to keep your chair where it was, facing away from Jin and towards the boy that couldn't look you into the eyes because his own were closed. Something about Yoongi felt rather familiar, yet you couldn't quite place a finger on it and -as always- you decided you didn't want to, pushing the thought the backburner of your brain. "What happened months back, before Yoongi landed in this coma- before we all even knew each other. Taehyung began to have visions. He'd see people he didn't know in his dreams every night and hear the voices of those he never met as he woke up. Just as he was beginning to think he was losing it something crazy happened-

and it lead him into finding all of us."