Fandom The Unlikely Heroes of Seoul’s Superhero Academy

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As their roles and who would go up against who was listed off by Namjoon, Seokjin gazed back out at the other team, his eyes narrowing. Lisa... that was familiar. She was the girl who had been staring at him, wasn't she? Well, this would be fun; Jin had been up against a number of people before of varying powers, and though she may be a girl, he had no intentions of losing today. Even having to work together with Bangtan wouldn't cause them to lose this match and he would make sure of it. Biting his lip, he returned his attention from their opponents to level Namjoon with a serious gaze, trying to set aside any hard feelings for the other group just for the sake of the class. For cooperation, as Namjoon had offered. He could do that, but he hoped they wouldn't expect him to remain so civil afterwards.

Seokjin nodded, along with Hoseok, at the prospect of having to jump in and help Taehyung. Right, he could do that. The youngest was bouncing on the tips of his toes, seeming rather eager for what was ahead of them, and Seokjin was almost tempted to sling his free arm around his shoulders to keep him from bouncing so much. Almost.

With his responsibilities under his belt, Seokjin was already considering ways of getting the girl to reveal if she had the gem or not. Of course, it might be hard, considering she would be invisible. Seokjin's powers were quite nice and quite powerful when they were able to work. See, that was the thing; every person had at least one weakness when it came to wielding their powers. Limits that kept them from a complete potential, which was for the best; he could only imagine what would happen if villains were so powerful they destroyed whole cities and countries so easily.

Seokjin's weakness came in the form of being heard; if someone couldn't hear his demand, or if it became distorted in some way, it became invalid. Such as Yoongi's earbuds; there was no way for Seokjin to be able to control him unless he pulled them out, simply due to not being heard. The person had to be in range. If he couldn't make sure she could hear him, then it would get harder for her to reveal her location and make her spill who had the gem.

Their five minutes was up in a flash, making it feel like they had just gathered together when their teachers had called for them to gather up. Seokjin let the arm that had been wrapped around Jungkook drop, though he sent a wink in the youngest's direction.

"You got this, kid." After all, he was the golden maknae; surely he would go up against Jennie just fine. He turned to Hoseok and sent him a wink as well, grinning at the younger man who smiled a bit back with a roll of his eyes. Had to keep morale up after the drama that had gone down just a few minutes prior, after all.

He looked back at BPEX1, eyes seeking for the young member who would be his target. Her eyes were locked on him, too, making him highly suspicious that he was her target, too. Well, all the more fun this should be, he thought to himself with a hint of a smirk.

Mr. Jung snapped his fingers and immediately Lisa was in motion, her body disappearing in moments as she ran forward. Seokjin knew he would be easy to see, just as tall or taller than the others of his group, so using them to disappear behind himself was useless. She could have been anywhere in the gym, and with the sounds coming from around him, it wouldn't be easy to just yell for her to show up. "Come out, come out," he muttered, rushing past Jimin who had started to retreat to the side, his gaze trained on the healer of the other group who had started to do the same thing. Out of the way, the healers would be out of harm's way. He looked for just a few seconds too long at the other team's healer, his strides quick as he tried to cross the gym's floor, when something unknown came out of nowhere and tripped him. Certainly he didn't trip over the floor; this had been above the floor.

He let himself fall to the floor rather than catching himself, immediately rolling over and looking up where he suspected the invisible thing to have come from. "Show yourself!" he said in the powerful tone he used when using his power.

Within seconds the light-haired girl was above him, looking rather pleased at having watched him take a tumble to the floor.

"Sorry for tripping you," she said, though she didn't look so sorry. In fact, the happy-go-lucky expression he always saw her with in the halls was gone and replaced with one of determination, of excitement, and showed more than a young girl eager to learn. No, she was clearly in some sort of mission mode, and she was determined to win. "If you have the gem, though, I'll gladly take it off your hands." She bent down, likely to try and search for where he could have hidden the gem, but he was quick to scramble away and to his feet with a defensive stance.

"No, no. That's alright. It's quite safe where it is," Seokjin said, wiggling his fingers as he looked at her with a challenging gaze of his own. Clearly she was looking for it on him, and as long as he could keep her distracted for the rest of the ten minutes playing cat and mouse, then she might suspect him of having it if he acted a little too smug and like it really was hidden on his person. "If you want it, you'll have to do better than that. Though, I would like to know-" But before he could demand her to reveal the location of their own gem, she was invisible again and gone- causing him to curse. Time to play cat again and find where that little brat had run off to this time- hopefully without ending up on the floor this time.

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Jimin had been quick to leave the action to the others. After all, he wasn't going to be of much use in the department of fighting, but he was always observant. He watched as a bit of chaos began as people spread out or immediately launched themselves at their targets; he, on the other hand, took Namjoon's role for him to watch Jisoo, who had quickly run off to the side to watch. She was eagerly watching everyone face off, quite unaware of anything that was around her, herself. Her focus was primarily on the younger members of her own group and she got excited, his gaze snapping to what it might be. Seokjin was on the ground, Lisa standing above him, and he realized that was probably the reason for her excitement.

She really wasn't paying any attention, too focused on the fighting happening in the center of the arena.

He knew it would be a bad idea to go up to her, to try and wrangle the gem away from her if she really had it; her team might come after him and it would throw the whole plan out of balance if he tried to sneak up on the other healer. On the other hand, she was wide open, not paying any sort of attention.

No, no. He had to focus first and foremost on being a look out, and equally as important, the plan he and Taehyung were trying to put into motion. If Jisoo started to show signs that she had the gem, then he would be quick to get one of the hyungs' attention (primarily Yoongi or Seokjin) or, if all else failed, get it himself.

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As soon as they were set free, Taehyung disappeared from where he'd been standing among the others to the other side of the gym; the one that was the side their opponents had started on. None of them had realized he had disappeared quite yet, and he crouched down to take that moment of surprise to watch the others. He was nearly vibrating with excitement at this game, though everyone was taking it far too serious, he thought to himself. He could see the looks of tension on everyone else's expressions. Games were fun.

One of them turned around. Ah! Wasn't that Kai? The other man seemed to recognize him, pointing in his direction as he spoke something to one of the other guys beside him. Taehyung grinned, noticing the Kai was getting ready to teleport his way. With what was genuinely an innocent wave in the other man's direction, he didn't see the look of anger cross Kai's face. He didn't realize that he had made him think that Taehyung was mocking him. He didn't realize that he had just amplified Kai's competitive streak. After all, the older man was forced to work together with his ex, which was humiliating enough, so to have Taehyung acting as he was rubbed salt in the wound.

Taehyung appeared beside Jimin, who startled just a bit when he appeared. "Aish, Tae- that never fails to scare me-"

But as soon as Taehyung was there, he disappeared and in his place was Kai, which made Jimin jerk back with a yelp for real that time. Kai blinked, noticing it was Jimin that he had appeared by. "Jiminie," he said, though the tone of his voice indicated that he really wasn't in the mood to be friendly at the moment. Jimin raised a hand slightly in greeting, though still a bit surprised by the sudden entrance, but Kai barely paid him mind as he spun back around to look for where Taehyung his disappeared to that time around. With a snap of his fingers, he was disappearing, showing up in front of Taehyung.

Before his outstretched hand could grab the front of Taehyung's shirt, the younger man was gone once again, appearing at the complete opposite corner. It was fun, like a game of tag, Taehyung decided. Yeah, a lot of fun.

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Honestly, Hoseok was feeling pretty good about his role. He, along with Jungkook, were more well-suited for physical tasks in their group when it came to their powers. With Hoseok's power, as well as his background in dancing, it had come as no surprise that he could be a tricky individual to fight. In fact, all three of their members were strong in the physical sense; Jungkook was nicknamed a ‘muscle pig’ with how much he worked out. He could huff around people like it was no problem with muscles that contrasted that baby face of his. Jin, though not as built as Kook was becoming, had an endurance that rivaled Jungkook's. Still a strong individual, but with his powers, he preferred to leave the dirty work to those who were more well-suited for it.

Hoseok was a mix of both. Strong but high in endurance, though not like the other two. Where he was just about average or above in those two categories, he was a professional in the category of agility. Dodging and moving around was his strong suit by a landslide. With dancer's feet, he was the type of person to quite literally dance around others, ensuring that he wouldn't get caught in a trap or a blast of power. It was quite useful.

Of course, there was the whole 'lack of confidence' aspect to deal with... but this wasn't a real fight. It was an exercise for class, and he wasn't facing down real villains who wanted to kill him. With that in mind, he wasn't nearly as nervous as he might have been, which was relieving.

And it was useful as he saw Kai turn toward Taehyung, tugging at Suho's sleeve to point Tae out. No, they both weren't going to go after him. Suho was his target anyways. He ran forward, watching as Suho prepared a ball of water in his hands to send toward Taehyung. Not on his watch, he wasn't.

Sprinting forward, he bent himself to be able to wrap around Suho's feet as he tried to step forward, tried to attack Tae. The water ball in his hands trembled as he lost focus and fell, down onto his pant legs and Hoseok who was wrapped around him. He squeaked as the water came down before unwrapping himself and rolling over, into the puddle around them, and stood up. "Aw, man! I have to go to class drenched like this next period," he mumbled more to himself than Suho. His fault for wrapping around the other man anyways.

Suho huffed, half out of laughter and half out of frustration at being stopped. "Your fault for wrapping around my feet," he said, shrugging. "Now, please, if you'd get out of my way-" More water appeared in his hands, ready to get rid of Hoseok. It surged forward at him but Hoseok was quick to dodge it, stretching to the side to miss the newest attack. Instead, his arms stretched out to grab Suho's arms, preventing them from being able to conjure up anything else while keeping a safe distance.

With a huff, Suho was quick to try and tug his arms away, but Hoseok's fingers started to wrap themselves around, almost like cuffs. Startled, Suho asked, "Is that even able to happen? That looks gross and kind of terrifying."

Hoseok laughed, and though he was concentrated on trying not to let Suho get away, he shrugged. "I guess. You get used to it after a while."

Suho hummed, looking genuinely intrigued for a few moments before his arms started to become wet. Squeamish, Hoseok jerked back with another rather high-pitched squeak, his arms returning to their original length. "Oh, that was not-!" He was blasted with water before he could finish, making him cough and sputter and look up to see Suho start running the other direction. "Hey, no, wait!" Hoseok sprinted after him, leaving a trail of water behind him as he ran, trying to shove his wet hair out of his face to concentrate.

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

When it came to these kinds of exercises everyone handled them different. Some took them lightly, like Taehyung who seemed to be enjoying his role like a game of tag, others found it to be a relief that it wasn’t the real thing like Hoseok. Some enjoyed it as an opportunity to release steam like Suga, and then there were those who acted like it was a real situation, with life and death on the line like Namjoon.

Namjoon knew that practice of this kind was for the real world. Although now it was very unlikely that someone would live or die based on the outcome when one had a power like Namjoon's it was not so easily boxed in that way. There was no telling what would happen in the next bit of time. As usual he would have to control himself while keeping an eye out for everyone else. Two of the few people who didn’t move upon the begin were Namjoon and Rose. Unlike most of the others their fight wasn’t physical. It was mental. But that didn’t mean that there wasn’t the distinct possibility that they would need to get somewhat physical. After all Rose might just have the gem.

Namjoon and Rose eyed each other in mutual understanding of their roles. When one led this kind of a thing they felt much more of a burden to do well, because if they messed up someone could get hurt and they would feel that pain as if it happened to them. He could tell that they both understood that. Although this was only an exercise and they were not actually enemies, they couldn’t be sure that it never happened. Both wanted to do their best to help save the world one day.

As in tune as they were both nodded a slight bow in reverence to what they were feeling before Namjoon began to try to calculate who had the gem.

Since he was matched up with her he did wonder if Rose had it herself. Rose wasn’t much of a fighter since her powers were more informative rather than physical, so if she had the gem it wouldn’t be that hard for Namjoon to get it. Except for two things, one the fact that she was a woman and the other where would she put it. Namjoon was not comfortable with physically fighting woman. He knew that Yoongi was right when he said that the enemies wouldn’t care and that there were plenty of women who could kick mens butts, but it was hard to get past how he was raised. Honestly Namjoon didn’t want to hurt anyone, but it was even harder with women and impossible with children. Yoongi called that a weakness, but it was hard for Namjoon to get over it. Besides the only way to figure out the location of the gem without exray vision would be to pat her down, which might come across as feeling her up and was not very heroic behavior. But how could he tell without doing it?

He decided to put that off for now instead eyeing the other fighters and hoping that Rose did not manage to get any important information from her clairvoyance. She was definitely concentrating hard but Namjoon knew it was sporadic and mostly out of her control when she saw something and what she saw. He had always found that fascinating, but wasn’t close enough to her to be able to study that ability. He certainly didn’t have the time for that now as he watched Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok going into place and following the plan. He winced when Seokjin was hit and cheered when Hoseok protected Tae and fell into his stride. It was nice to see the nervous boy come into his own on the field. Tae was clearly aggravating Kai, but that was really too his favor. Kai seemed determined to catch Tae though which caused Namjoon to wonder if he also had the gem, determined as he looked to check Tae’s. He looked over at Rose who was similarly viewing her own team, but she was smart enough to not linger on one member too long lest she give her team away. Namjoon followed suit, until Yoongi and then Chanyeol caused him to pause, but Rose’s attention was also drawn to that fight for the moment as well as most of the stadium all things considered.

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Yoongi felt very secure as he slipped his ear phones on. Most people may have found it funny that he would feel the need to put the ear phones in, if they knew what they were, because he wasn’t against anyone on the other team with such a power, at least knowingly. But with Seokjin around he wasn’t taking any chances and he was still not sure of the full extent of Rose’s power. Namjoon kept his rather hidden, who was to say if Rose didn’t have something else up her sleeve.

With the ear buds in he felt relaxed and ready. He didn’t particularly rush when the teacher yelled begin. Preferring to casually walk over to the other boy who was bouncing with excitement. Chanyeol was a very emotional person, but he was naïve and easily swayed. Suga didn’t pay much attention to people, but he had heard Namjoon’s calculations tons of times in the dorm, so much so that some of them stuck. Chanyeol had a lot of moods and they were mostly effected by his surroundings. Sometimes he acted like a scardy cat, and others stepped up to the plate. Sometimes childish like Taehyung and other times deeply mature like Namjoon. It was hard to tell what one would get, but Yoongi was hoping for something of a fight. He didn’t mind instilling fear, but it would be very boring for him if it was all one sided, and he would hope that a Pyro would at least give him some fun.

Suga wanted a good fight, not a quick one, so he didn’t attack first, but rather simply walked into the other boy’s space. Chanyeol fidgeted nervously, his emotions flittering from one thing to the next. But Yoongi wanted to see his true power. He liked fire and didn’t fear it at all, but he had to get the other boy worked up to see it. He wracked his brain trying to remember some kind of information that he had on the boy besides overall personality. Then suddenly he remembered something, but it was not something Namjoon had told him. He couldn’t recall if Jimin was talking about it at some point or if he overheard Kai venting to Jimin on a visit to their dorm, but there was definitely mentions of Chanyeol wanting to expand the group in order to include someone named Baekhyun, but as far as he saw that had not happened yet. The boy was apparently so adamant about it that Kai had complained and talked it over with Jimin. Chanyeol didn’t seem like the type to be offended personally, but maybe if Suga pushed he’d get to see some of the power. Those who dealt fine with attacks to themselves often were the opposite about friends, and if Baekhyun didn’t work he could always nitpick the two actually in his group. It was time to start antagonizing and see if the other boy had the gem.

“Ah Chanyeol you’re the one who has that pathetic friend…what was his name Baekbin? Baeksoo? Baekhyun? Ah that’s right, the one who needs you to beg and plead for him to be able to get into a decent group. I’ve not paid attention much so please inform me, which one of you is the others lackey again?” he questioned poking at sore spots with his words as he watched Chanyeols face morph from nerves and confusion to anger and concentration.

That’s it, just a little bit more,

“Or better yet, which one of you is the wife? Your both so weak it’s honestly hard to tell.”

Interestingly enough Suga didn’t really mean what he said. He had a knack for being hurtful, but much of what he said was an impulse or to get a rise out of others. His true feelings were hidden under so many masks that only the best and most patient of people could find a spark of it. Yoongi saw nothing wrong with such relationships, but he was very good at angering people and right now he wanted to see what that anger brought, consequences be damned.

That statement was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Suddenly the whole stadium witnessed why Chanyeols superhero name was Chan Pheonix.

Fire suddenly burst from him creating the image of a huge phoenix in the sky before spreading out around them, causing at least half of the area to be suddenly in flames. Jennie quickly raised an Ice wall to deflect it from their side as Yoongi let out a smile that made a lot of the people around gasp. As if he were fireproof, Yoongi walked forward towards Chanyeol,

“Well whatever the case I hope he doesn’t mind if I cut in. For today this dance is mine.” Suga said, looking as if he wasn’t surrounded by dangerous flames.

Suga watched the fire like most kids look at fireworks letting out a little contented smile and then since he knew that the fire was too wild to avoid being hurt he sent a little apologetic look to Jimin. Internally saying, ‘Sorry Jimin, looks like I can’t give you a break after all.’ He hoped the boy saw how important he was after this event, because if this didn’t do it nothing likely would.

He opened his backpack, thankfully fire and water proof due to his own designed and put on a bracelet that would make it so that the fire couldn’t disintegrate him, before taking a breath and walking forward.

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Namjoon watched and suddenly realized what Yoongi was going to do…at least what his plan might be and it did not bode well. He never understood why Yoongi always had to test himself and do things the hard way. Checking for the gem while the other looked nervous would have been the smart thing to do, but Yoongi always did go for the challenge. Easy wasn’t in his vocabulary, but Namjoon would have preferred it if suicide missions weren’t either,

“Yoongi-hyung no!” he yelled, but Yoongi either didn’t hear him or ignored him as he walked straight into the flames.

His eyes ran frantically over to the other people. He couldn’t ask Taehyung to get him because then Taehyung was going to get hurt and he didn’t have any protective gear designed by Suga at the moment, unless he was wearing one of the earings the other had made him. Namjoon wanted to do it himself, but it would be useless. His distructive power would only make it worse for both of them, all of them if he lost control.

“Jimin, standby! When Suga-hyung comes out he’s going to need you right away!” he called. He didn’t want Jimin to do something reckless too, but no matter how good Suga’s gear it wasn’t impenetrable and the heat was so strong that he could feel it practically on the other side of the ring.

Namjoon would have to trust Yoongi like he did the rest of his team at the moment. He just wished the other boy made that easier to do at times like this. But for now he had to concentrate on other things so as not to lose. If this was a real battle he wouldn’t be able to focus on just one person after all. He looked over at Rose who must have sensed him watching her for a minute in order to look away. She seemed a tad apologetic, but like him she took this seriously so it didn’t last long.

Namjoon decided that if Yoongi could walk into a fire he should be able to look for a gem on the other. He began to move forward towards her, not threateningly, but relaxed until he was only a foot away. From there they could talk to each other without yelling. Rose eyed him warily, but allowed him to come up to there before questioning,

“Coming to analyze me are you?”

Namjoon looked her over. A lot of people had tells when they were lying or hiding something. He wondered if she was confident enough to have decided to hold the gem herself. It wasn’t the worst decision if she had, non-physical fighters were less obvious or noted in situations like this. But it did make his job harder,

“Not anymore than I’m sure you’re trying to analyze me.”

Rose let out a little chuckle amused,

“That’s fair, but what are we to do. You can’t check me without looking like a pervert and I can’t check you without looking like I’m interested and forward.”

Namjoon nodded,

“And we can’t trust each other’s words since we are playing as enemies so we’ve only got two options.”

“Which are?”

“We either check each other con-sensually or we make a wager and play a game with our honor on the line.”

Rose blinked at him for a second, before letting out a little laugh,

“Wow if that isn’t the most interesting pick up line I’ve ever heard I’ll be surprised.”

Namjoon snorted,

“Sorry you’re not my type.”

Rose’s eyebrow rose not sure whether to believe him or not, but he seemed like a nice guy,

“Normally I wouldn’t believe you but you seem rather moralistic. I’m not in the mood for games so let’s check. If you are the one who has it and think I’ll be too shy though you’ll be mistaken.” Rose said closing the gap and starting to pat him down.

Namjoon was a little embarrassed by the situation, but quickly patted her down. Of course there were a couple of spots he wasn’t willing to venture to even to check, but judging from his hovering and her lack of tensing up he could tell she didn’t have it as quickly as she could tell he didn’t either.

After a few minutes of checking the places they could and analyzing the places they couldn’t both stepped back giving the other space. Namjoon retreated a good six feet away before saying,

“Good then, one down six more to go.”

Rose chuckled,

“For both of us at least for now.”

There was always the possibility they could get the gem later in the game but it was impossible unless another member got close enough to pass it. So now, for the most part they could focus on the others and yell directions instead of sizing each other up. He was sure villains might not be so honorable, but they had made deals before even if only to break them. Each person was different after all.

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Jungkook nodded at Seokjin’s wink and encouragement. He was glad Seokjin hadn’t protested since the others power was so strong. It was nice that his hyungs trusted him and that fact gave him confidence as well as nerves. He was going to do everything right both for the class assignment and for Jimin and Tae and his goal of unity as well. It was going to be great!

Jungkook was so excited that the minute Mr. Jung snapped his fingers he was off, running full speed at Jennie across from him.

Jennie for her part was over the day’s assignment as soon as she realized that it was clearly only directed at her in the group. The other girls and guys weren’t angry at each other it was only she and Kai that were exes. They hadn’t even broken up for horrible reasons, but Jennie was sick and tired of people acting like she was dumped, when she was the one that broke up with him. People refused to believe that anyone would give up Kai and constantly told her everything he did. To the point that she began lashing out at him. Why was it that people could so easily believe that a guy was fine being alone, but a girl was nothing without someone? Jennie wanted to crush that idea once and for all, game be damned.

She had no intention of running at people and attacking them and in fact would rather keep messing Kai up although she was sure people would say that she did it because she was still angry at him for dumping her. But at this point that rumor wasn’t going away so at least she could prove she was stronger than him and couldn’t be strong armed. Jennie decided when relationships were over, not the men she was with.

Due to these thoughts she was surprised when she got full body tackled by the youngest member of the other team. Surprised and humiliated her eyes started to frost over as her fingers began to chill, colder and colder, whiter and whiter until the very floor she touched began to frost,

“Get off of me right now.” She said coldly, the temperature dropping around her as Jungkook yelped in surprise at the frost.

Jungkook hadn’t felt the gem when he had fell on her, but he thought he’d better check better. He shivered breathing out as the cold began to engulf him. First he would have to regulate his temperature better. He wracked his minds for animals who can take the cold and snapped his fingers when he thought of a good one for now. He closed his eyes imagining the shape he wanted. Big white fur, long snout, almond shaped eyes, sharp teeth, a big fluffy tail, claws.

Jennie stood up brushing imaginary dirt off her as she her nose scrunched up. Why did she have to get the baby? She’d prefer to fight her own team or Kai from it rather, but if she had to have one couldn’t it have been someone who would help her lose her aggression. Someone like Yoongi? Jennie turned to see what said Yoongi was up to only to instantly react to Chanyeol’s huge scale fire attack, protecting her and those behind her.

‘Stupid out of control men.’ She thought as she let her barrier down and saw the fire all around them. Chanyeol may have been doing a good job of fighting Yoongi, but he was also creating problems for his own team. Just as she suspected EXO-K1 was the weakest link.

“Ya Chanyeol control yourself! If I get so much as a tinged strand of hair I’m going to freeze your manhood off!” she snapped, before noticing Kai flitting back and forth, so that she literally couldn’t avoid looking at him.

Annoyed at that she cast her ice towards his foot just as he transported to a new spot, hoping the frozen foot would keep him in one place,

“What are you a gnat?! Stop getting in my line of sight.”

All the while Jennie was doing this Jungkook was sniffing around her, now in arctic wolf form so that he was okay with the cold, trying to figure out if she had the gem and wear it would be. He should have smelled it as a wolf before transforming, but he forgot it. So for the moment he was going to have to guess at the smell. Jennie looked down, endeared by the boy in wolf form as she was a dog lover herself,

“Awe you’re so cute like this!” she said petting him on his head. She didn’t give a damn about winning or losing the game so what did she care.

Namjoon looked the girl over and decided that she was unlikely to have the gem since she looked about ready to give it up just to stop being part of the group. That also meant that Kai was unlikely since the only reason she would have wanted it was if they’d dared give it to him. Which meant it was down to Jisoo, Chanyeol, Suho, or Lisa at this point.

He wished he had the ability to talk to people in their brains like Mr. Kibum, but he was going to have to continue weeding out the likelihood of the others. He heard Rose talking to herself outloud as she analyzed,

“It’s not Namjoon. He wouldn’t likely give it to Yoongi. It doesn’t appear to be Jimin, since he’s not paying enough attention to himself.”

They were both down to four. Rose was quiet, but just as formidable as himself...at least when it came to strategy. Then again some of hers could be lucky guesses and she didn’t sound as sure as he did, so maybe he was just a bit better.

Namjoon decided to watch the remaining four closely, looking for a clue, although occasionally his eyes went back to Yoongi’s section hidden by smoke in worry, and then to Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung just to check.

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Jungkook was very confused about being pet, so much so that he looked over at Tae and Jimin wondering what he was supposed to do about it. It kind of felt nice…at least in this form, but was she making fun of him? Lulling him into a false sense of security?

He looked over at Seokjin and frowned, thinking he should have went against Lisa instead since she was messing with his hyung. Jungkook didn’t have to see Lisa to get her. He could smell her even if he couldn’t see her, but he supposed Namjoon had his reasons. Had Jennie been serious he could see why he might be needed, but should he stay with her being pet or help a possibly problematic situation? Shouldn’t he protect his hyung?

Also how was he supposed to get hurt when his enemy was petting him?

Jungkook was beginning to get annoyed. He was a grown man not a puppy and he was her opponent damn it! So he did what he could do as a wolf. He bit her. It wasn’t a hard bite, but an obviously annoyed one.

“Gah! What the hell!” Jennie said glaring down at Jungkook who couldn’t even smell another scent on her but herself and her perfume that caused his nose to itch. He doubted she had it. But he still had another mission. He rushed around weaving between her feet and then circling around her until she looked dizzy. If their Maknae could mess with Seokjin-hyung, then he could mess with one of their Unnies.

Jennie growled as she made and ice barrier before her. Jungkook dodged before he could hit into it. He wanted to get hurt or at least look like it, but not until the very end after all.

“Why the hell do I have to be the one to babysit?” Jennie snapped glaring down at Jungkook as he kept himself moving so that she wouldn’t have an easy target, “fine then. I guess I’m the one who has to house train you.”

At that she created a chair out of ice and sat on it before snapping her fingers and making it snow.

Then she decided to toy with him by trailing a line of ice that followed him as he jumped out of the way. She wasn’t normally cruel, preferring kindness, but she was pissed about working with her ex and this little upstart was not giving her any reprieve.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing, but at least he was kind of following orders and it would be a lot easier to get an injury or fake one like this than with the girl petting him at least.

---

Although he was extremely hot, with sweat pouring down his face, Yoongi was still happy with the fire. No one was able to force him to do much, he had enough protection not to look like a burn ward victim when he got out, but the fire was taking its toll internally. Still Yoongi wasn’t afraid of pain. Chanyeol was clearly out of control at this point. The fire spreading to most of the ring except for where Suho and Jennie were due to their own powers.

Suga knew he had to maintain the attention of Chanyeol at all costs now, even as he could feel the intense heat penetrating his defenses. He had poked the bear and others shouldn’t suffer for it. He moved forward getting closer and closer to Chanyeol the source of the fire. Still he let out a little chuckle and said,

“And they say I have a bad temper.”

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Namjoon was back to watching Suga after analyzing what he could from the stadium. There was smoke and fire surrounding the area so it was hard to see. There had to be something he could do to stop this. He looked over to Hoseok and then suddenly he was inspired. The answer was there the whole time. BPEXK1 was its own problem if you thought of it. There were three elementals. Chanyeol was fire and yet Suho was water and Jennie was ice. If anyone could stop each other it was on their own team.

“Hoseok! Jungkook!” he yelled trying to get their attention and indicating where Suga was, flailing his arms trying to give directions. He hoped they understood the directions he was giving, but they weren’t the part of the team that was used to him. Still they just had to figure it out. Hoseok was drenched so as long as he didn’t get to the heart of the fire he might be able to get Suho to aim there and if that didn’t work then Jungkook might be able to lure the ticked off Jennie without getting himself burnt. Could Jungkook turn into mythological creatures too? He wasn’t quite sure of the extent of the boys powers, but maybe.

If either or both worked, then that would be at least one down if not more, or possibly lead to in fighting. He just hoped that Yoongi could hold out that long.

 

[underoos]

Playing tag was a child's game and Seokjin, as much as he may have been childish at times, was really not amused at the moment. Every time he thought he cornered her, listening deeply for the sounds of her shoes clacking against the floor or the whispers of her voice taunting him, he would demand her to appear. Nothing happened each time. He paused at the side of the gym, listening to the conversation and movement around him as his teammates and temporary teammates alike took on their opposition. Taehyung and appeared and disappeared constantly with a grin on his face, indicating that he was truly having fun. At least one of them was, he thought as he looked toward Hoseok who was absolutely drenched, looking like a puppy who was forced to take a bath. Yoongi, though, looked like he was baiting the guy in front of him. Chanyeol, wasn't it? Poor guy. Seokjin wasn't going to get in the middle of it, though. Not his business.

He was about to jog off, to keep searching for the girl evading him, when heat filled the entire room, causing him to stumble back with a yelp. He stared as the flames swirled and roared around Chanyeol, easily keeping someone away from him with their intimidating heat and dance. Except that Min Yoongi, the incredibly surprising bastard he was, walked forward anyways with a smile on his face. Why- or better, how in the world was he doing that?! Was he seriously going into that fire?

Seokjin's mind was off of Lisa now, instead jogging forward a few feet in the direction of Jimin, who could see clearly what he was doing. He watched as he disappeared into the flames, listening to the immediate reactions of his own teammates.

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Jimin, whose focus had been on Blackpink's eldest member, never saw that Yoongi had been taunting Chanyeol. He was always kind to Jimin when they were around each other, whenever he got the chance to hang around Kai and sometimes his team. Which is why he startled as a wall of flames came up, only combatted by the ice wall that was placed by Jennie to keep it from affecting their portion of the arena. With a low whistle, he never would have thought such power could come from such a happy-go-lucky person as Chanyeol-hyung. Of course, he had heard the stories of his power and how strong it could be. Fire was destructive, after all, and he could only imagine what kind of damage he could do with it. He took a step back, knowing he was safe from the flames at his distance but couldn't help himself.

his breath caught in his throat, noticing the look that Yoongi gave him. That was a look that was not the sort that Jimin had been hoping for and the steps that he was beginning to take forward, as in toward the flames, were beginning to freak him out. He knew he was an amazing creator and there was probably a reason he would be stepping up to the challenge but he was terrified for his hyung, prepared or not for such a mission. He heard Namjoon's yell, similar to his own thoughts of no! Don't do it! Yet he walked in, and suddenly Jimin's legs were carrying him forward, needing to pull Yoongi out. For as rational as Jimin was normally, his mind was full of red flags as he watched his hyung go forward. A need appeared to pull him out of the fire, no matter what the cost, and heal him, along with a lecture about how stupid he was for pulling such stunts dominated his mind's rationale at the moment.

When they went to battle as a real superhero group (more like 'if' they went to battle, if Yoongi kept this up), then surely he would give Jimin a heart attack.

A yell from the side stopped Jimin from going more than a few feet away from his original spot.

"Jimin, don't go any farther! Stay there," Seokjin yelled, effectively locking his legs up and causing him to fumble, nearly falling. He shot Seokjin a glare, half-hearted, but the elder boy just pointed at the flames, as though to say, you'll get yourself killed. With Namjoon's instruction to standby, and Seokjin's power letting up so that he could move again, he took a few steps back, his focus on Jisoo completely lost as he waited for Yoongi to appear again.

Taehyung had appeared next to him, just for a brief moment, to clap a hand on his shoulder. He looked just as concerned at Jimin did, but he didn't stay long, disappearing moments after the attempts at comforting him to resume his game when Kai had appeared as well.

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As Kai was appearing in a new spot, inches away from Taehyung, he reached forward to grab his collar. He managed to grab ahold of it this time, making Taehyung blink in surprise before smiling brightly. "Isn't it fun?" he asked, not bothered at all by the hand wrapped around his collar. Kai didn't look like he was having fun at all, not with the weary look on his face and the deep-set lines of frustration. "It's like tag!"

Kai scoffed lightly. For someone who had always taken his job seriously, having Taehyung think that this was a game set frustration off. He'd heard a lot about Taehyung before from Jimin, but even despite the unbreakable connection between the two that made them almost twin-like (according to Jimin himself as he tried to explain their relationship), he was different from Jimin. Childish, even in the middle of an exercise, oblivious to the actual main mission. Surely he didn't have the gem, with how he didn't take this seriously. Namjoon wouldn't have allowed him to, Kai thought to himself; he'd had classes with him and he was a complete brainiac. But he could never be sure; his other hand, not holding Tae's collar, reached out to his pocket. "Sure, it's tag. And I won."

His foot was cold- as in, really cold. Jennie's voice carried over the gym and he looked down at the ice encasing his entire foot. He let go of Taehyung as his foot began to become colder, letting out a "gah!" at the feeling. "Jennie!" he called in frustration, leaning down to try and chip at the ice. Honestly, where was Chanyeol when he needed him? Oh, right, in the middle of a complete breakdown in the middle of the gym.

With Kai distracted, Taehyung tapped his shoulder. "You're it!" He grinned widely before disappearing once again, leaving Kai to scowl and yell uselessly at the ceiling.

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Hoseok, who had been chasing Suho around in attempts to keep him from getting close to Taehyung as he and Kai were planning to do, was doing pretty well, all things considered. He was tripping him up or slipping in his way and causing him to have to detour. It was clearly taking a toll on the patient man as he stopped, staring at Hoseok for a minute. "You're fully drenched. And you'll continue to be drenched if you keep this up."

With an uneasy smile (because honestly, he really didn't want to be soaking wet, but the things he did to keep his team safe and winning...), he shrugged. "Oh well. It's warm in here anyway." He looked over his shoulder, past Jennie's ice wall, to where Chanyeol was burning bright. "So I guess you're keeping me pretty cool."

Suho huffed a small laugh. "I guess so." He sighed, seeming to take a small break from their fighting. "Well, no one's checked you out, Hoseok. Do you have the gem?"

The blunt question had him stuttering for a moment. If he said yes, then Suho wouldn't believe him. But if he said no, he wouldn't believe him, too. So really, there was no win in this situation. No, no... there was. If he said no, then Suho would think that Hoseok had it, and then he would try and come after him rather than Taehyung! Genius, Hobi, he praised himself.

"No...?" he said, the answer coming out rather uncertain.

An unconvinced look was shot his way as Suho stood up a bit straighter, seeming to forget about going after Taehyung. "Really?" Water formed, slowly, covering his hands. "That's too bad. I'm really looking for a win to help boost my team's ego."

The water continued to build in his hands, but a yell from behind him had Hoseok turning around to see what Namjoon had to say. He called Jungkook, who he turned around to see as a complete mass of fur next to the ice queen who looked rather ticked off as it snowed around her, sitting atop an icy chair as Jungkook avoided ice that came his way. Fire had begun to spread, boxing in members around the arena. He could see Namjoon and Rose standing at a distance, closed off by a line of fire from Hoseok and Suho. Jisoo was backing up, trying to keep her distance from the fire that was beginning to build her way, creeping, and Seokjin was still rushing around, dodging the fire, as he searched.

He understood what Namjoon was saying. Yoongi was in the middle of it all, possibly biting off more than he could chew. He didn't know him well, but honestly, he wasn't sure that running into a fire was the smartest of moves.

Water blasted him in the back, causing him to surge forward and to the ground as he heard the loud sizzle of a stray fire meeting Suho's water. Steam arose, replacing the smoke that had started to take up the arena. If Suho started to become unhinged, if he could try to compel a competitive streak in him, then the water could come his way.

Taehyung appeared beside him, looking knowingly at Hoseok, who startled. "You're not supposed to be here!" he hissed, looking back at Suho who was watching with his head tilted, more water produced in his hands.

"Yeah, but I couldn't let you have all the fun. And since Kai is chipping away at the ice, I have no one to play with-" Taehyung's sentence cut off as he popped away, appearing on the other side of Hoseok, who got a face full of water and sputtered and coughed. "Sorry. Should have warned you."

Hoseok nodded. "Probably should have, yeah. C'mon, let's get Yoongi out of there." He looked back at Suho, beginning to walk backward, feeling the warmth of fire begin to become more and more pronounced as he slowly closed the distance. He called out, louder, "I swear, i-it's not on me! I don't have the gem." His hand went down to his pocket, as though to protect it. Taehyung, aware of what he was doing, swatted his hand.

More water came their way and Hoseok's body contorted, twisting out of the way. With another satisfying sizzle, he knew that more fire had been put out. With his back turned, he could only hope it was the one that Yoongi was inside.

_______

Yoongi had been in the fire for a while now. Not too long, but when it came to fire, worryingly long enough, even for Seokjin to admit. And Seokjin hated him.

His head snapped up as his team members were called, watch Namjoon gesture at the fire, a clear message to do something. There was no way he was trying to sacrifice his members--!

But then he realized why- water and ice against fire would surely spell out trouble. Hoseok caught on quickly, backing up as the water came at him, Taehyung similarly in the line of fire. He hissed under his breath, wishing that Taehyung wouldn't have been so close, but he could disappear if he really needed to. He couldn't do anything without giving away who really had the gem. His eyes darted to Namjoon, standing next to the pretty girl who was Rose, and shifted uncomfortably as he watched this unfold. For a class exercise, he really hadn't expected it to get so intense.

But if he were being honest here, Namjoon knew how to handle it. He was smart, far more so than anyone else Seokjin knew and would lead them a hell of a lot better than Seokjin could have. Which was what made him frown; he didn't want to be honest. He should be angry about it, that Namjoon was more adept than he was at strategizing and leading a team, his own team.

Something hit him in the back and he stumbled, realizing that someone had run right past him. He looked back, seeing only the fire that had spread, and then forward again. It was more than likely Lisa escaping from being roasted, all the while managing to walk right into him. With the fire, there were pathways, blocking them from going certain ways. If he followed one, perhaps he could catch up to her, rather than hoping to find her in the wide expanse of the area.

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Namjoon was having a hard time focusing on other things while Yoongi tempted fate, but he was a strategist by nature and a lot happened on a battle field at once. He couldn’t afford for one person or other to be his only focus. That was a good way to get killed oneself or for there to be more casualties. But he would definitely be having a long discussion with Yoongi and the boys that night. Namjoon and Yoongi had talked to Jimin about being self sacrificing before and now Yoongi was doing what they had both told the younger ones not to. There couldn’t be a double standard and Yoongi was supposed to be an example not part of the problem.

Speaking of which, Namjoon turned to make sure that Jimin wasn’t getting any bright ideas. As the leader of his group, Namjoon paid very close attention to his team members. He knew that if they didn’t settle the problem between Yoongi and Chanyeol soon after this it would effect Jimin the most. Actually, when he stopped to think about it he supposed that Yoongi and Namjoon’s anti-social behavior / reputations probably effected Jimin the most.

Jimin had always been a social butterfly. He loved to make friends around school and had a lot of them, probably the most out of there group, all things considered. Taehyung didn’t generally care what other people thought, Yoongi went out of his way to scare people, and Namjoon was perceived as weak which only ingratiated him to so many people at a superhero school. If he thought about it Jimin would probably have done better in Seokjin’s group. They were well liked by school mates, without Seokjin’s coercion. Hoseok was bright, energetic and friendly when he wasn’t terrified, and easy to get along with, shinning like the sun when he was happy. Jungkook was very popular in the younger grades especially as the Golden Maknae for his ability to be good at nearly everything, but also for his surprising naivety on some subjects, particularly when he acted like he knew about them. And Seokjin was funny, bright, gorgeous, and charismatic. If it wasn’t for Taehyung, who sometimes seemed like Jimin’s twin, Namjoon wondered if Jimin would have chosen his side after all.

Maybe Namjoon should tell Jimin it was okay to go to Seokjin’s team. Would he be happier that way? Would Namjoon have to give up Taehyung too if he did? But the selfish part of him knew that he and Yoongi needed Jimin. Namjoon was terrified of hurting someone one, but Jimin was a healer and made him more at ease, plus he had no idea how he’d get Yoongi to calm down some times if he was the only one that was doing it. Jimin was perfect for causing Suga to relax and even getting him to admit some of his feelings occasionally. And without Taehyung and Jimin’s antics there would be so little laughter between the other two. Namjoon really loved his group, but like being hit in the face with reality he realized that though the maknaes were great for the hyungs, maybe the hyungs were not the best for the maknaes. This realization came as Jimin began stepping towards the flames only to be stopped by Seokjin. The thought of that hurt more than he cared to admit. Luckily his mind was distracted quickly as he realized he didn’t have time to think about such heavy things. He had to focus on his people as a whole and his assignment.
-

Jennie took some level of satisfaction at Kai’s exclamation. She was rather self satisfied with her work, and gave zero damns about the assignment at this point, besides possibly teaching the youngest BTS member his place. She really didn’t appreciate getting bit although had someone tried to pet her she’d probably have done the same. But rational thought was not often what occurred when one broke up with someone and then had to work with them. She sent a little wave of satisfaction to Kai for good measure, not even a little considering helping him out of the problem she herself created…which was precisely how she lost track of Jungkook, who had taken that opportunity to make his escape.
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Jungkook was in a bit of a bind. He wanted to win the competition to be sure, but he also needed to get hurt and currently Yoongi-hyung was the closest to that happening. But with Namjoon calling him and Hoseok it had given Jungkook something of an idea. Having just escaped the ice Noona he thought maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. If he protected Yoongi maybe it would make Yoongi-hyung grateful to him at the same time as causing Jungkook to be hurt which was the plan wasn’t it?

Actually Jimin and Tae had actually wanted him to pretend to be hurt, but Jungkook thought realism would make it better. So when Namjoon called him he tried to make a thumbs up but as a wolf it just looked like he was swatting one paw at him, then he gave a wink to Jimin since Taehyung was popping around too much for him to signal him too, before shifting to a large eagle mid wolf jump. He fanned his wings out and then headed straight for Chanyeol and the fire, his now even keener spotted shadows threw the flames and Jungkook began to desend hoping to knock Yoongi straight out of the fire if he could.

“Jungkook that’s not what I meant!” Namjoon said, obviously distressed, because Jungkook wasn’t doing the more obvious thing of trying to trick Jennie into hitting the area with ice, but rather diving straight in.

Jungkook knew this too, but he could pretend he didn’t and he could pretend he didn’t hear as well. Which is exactly what he thought as he dove down, causing Chanyeol to yelp in surprise at the same time as three things happened at once, all of which may have been avoided had Yoongi not literally played with fire.

-

For his part Yoongi hadn’t minded ending up in a dire situation, such as being at the heart of such a fire. He could feel sweat pouring from his body from it, but his inventions were at least keeping him from second to fourth degree burns. He may not avoid the first degree and he could already feel it affecting his body, but he needed to get to Chanyeol and check him still. He inched his way, breath getting harder and harder, until at last he reached the other boy, hand extended, small delirious smile on his face as he reached into the other boys pockets at the same exact time that water splashed in their direction and Jungkook began his dissent.

It was at that exact moment that Chanyeol realized what he was doing and became very ashamed of himself. The usually sweet and fun loving boy’s eyes widened as he saw how much damage he had done. He immediately tried to pull the out of control fire back into himself at the same time that he noticed a large bird heading in his direction. He screamed in surprise as the bird of prey came towards them before he could even apologize to Yoongi, his fire giving a sudden burst in the direction of the bird.

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized that feathers and fire were probably not the best combination. He had wanted to get hurt to a degree, but not to a fourth degree. He certainly didn’t want to be fried. But it was too late to change fate now, or so he thought, before something shocking happened.

A hand grasped on to his talons and sent Jungkook flying in the opposite direction, leaving the full force of the fire blast to hit Jungkook’s savior directly in the chest. Jungkook could barely believe his eyes once he realized who had taken the hit for him at their own expense.

Jungkook hit against something…or rather someone solid, but he didn’t see who as he shifted back in pain, but nothing compared to what had almost happened to him. Still he grabbed his leg and stumbled, falling to one knee. But for the moment he was less pleased with himself than he’d hoped and more concerned for the person who had saved him.

“Yoongi-hyung?!” Jungkook questioned, confused and concerned at the same time.

Jungkook was pretty sure that Yoongi hated Jungkook and his group, so why had he protected him? Suddenly he was pushed from behind causing him to turn around to figure out who he had hit into and was surprised to see Namjoon looking down at him worried despite the push,

“Are you alright?”

The mystery that was Bangtan was growing more than more. It would probably take quite a bit of time to solve, but Jungkook was determined to do it now.

Yoongi, upon throwing Jungkook away from harm’s way got hit pretty hard in the chest which caused a wave over his body that burned his device off as he stepped back from the force that disintegrated as soon as it hit thanks to Chanyeol getting control of himself finally. Yoongi hated weakness. Looking it, feeling it, and that was the only reason that despite pain that made him want to throw up and pass out at once he refused to fall down or cry. With every ounce of his strength, held together by the glue of his stubbornness Yoongi began to back away. Like he was going to just walk away. Like he wasn’t hurt or burnt or damaged at all. His confident look confused even Chanyeol, who knew some level of the damage he had caused,

“Yoongi-hyung I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-” he began, watching as Yoongi face red, sweat rolling down, walked backwards like his life depended on it, but his face was still its usual mask.

“You don’t have it.” Yoongi managed to say, but stopped there as his throat was sore, hurt, and scratchy from being in that intense heat. He knew he couldn’t manage more, but he’d done his job.

Chanyeol was so confused that he actually shook his head, pretty much admitting that he didn’t due to his shock. What was Min Yoongi?

Yoongi let out a little smile nodding,

“I did my job Namjoon,” He barely squeaked out before turning his head, barely whispering a call of, “Jimin.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest, but thought better of it as Yoongi finally felt his back touch the wall, leaning into it for all he was worth. But his body couldn’t take any more and finally it collapsed against the wall, his whole body dropping straight to the floor.

Suga's eyes blinked once from that spot looking as if he wasn't registering what he saw, using the last of his strength to raise his arm before he fell unconscious.

“Jimin!” Namjoon called pointing to the unconscious Yoongi, even as he analyzed unhappily at least three of their team out of commission since Yoongi and Jungkook were hurt and Jimin was now needed to heal the two, Yoongi especially due to level of damage.

There was nothing that Namjoon could do for Yoongi at this point and he was a bit afraid of touching Jungkook again. He had panicked when Jungkook had hit into him suddenly unable to stop his nerves from causing some level of damage. Once he realized that the back of Jungkooks shirt was disintegrating he had panicked and pushed the boy away to try to regain control.

Thankfully Namjoon was pretty sure that no one noticed it, and if they saw it later they’d probably assume it was due to the fire. So at least that was in his favor. Though he was afraid to touch the other boy he still hovered around him like a father afraid to hold a newborn in case he hurt it. Jungkook was both amused and confused by this. He hadn’t noticed his shirt in his concern for Yoongi so he didn’t quite understand why Namjoon caught him and then pushed him. Then again he was also confused as to why Yoongi saved him when he was supposed to be the one that saved Yoongi. He was definitely going to have to have a long talk and regrouping session no matter what happened with Jimin and Tae as well as Seokjin and Hoseok for a different discussion.

“That’s right you never answered,” Namjoon said almost to himself, even as his eyes swept the area assessing the situation and the damage, forming a new plan as he asked Jungkook again, “are you okay? If not you can stand behind me. I may not be as strong as a lot of the others, but I’ll do my best to protect you.” He promised looking down with a warm look that made Jungkook smile despite the pain, for whatever reason Jungkook felt safer with Namjoon than the leader gave himself credit for.

“I’m okay,” Jungkook said, almost forgetting the point of getting hurt, lulled by Namjoon’s heartfelt concern and Yoongi’s former sacrifice, it felt wrong somehow to lie to them, he thought as he tried to stand up, which is when he remembered it wasn’t actually a lie now that he thought about it, he let out a cry before getting on the floor again grabbing at his leg, “ow! Tch! Ah! On second thought I think I’ll stay here for a while.” He eventually admitted, before remembering ‘the plan,’ opening his arms wide, and sniffling pitifully before whining, “Seokjin-hyung!”

Seokjin was like his parent, specifically his Eomma away from home, so he was pretty sure, assignment or not Seokjin-hyung would come to him and as cool and nice as Namjoon was, Seokjin was definitely better protection than a strategizer with a mystery power that never seemed to be used. Jungkook didn’t usually like to be treated like a baby, but he was pretty sure that was part of the plan and frankly at the moment he didn’t care what people thought about him as much as making his leg work properly again.

---

Namjoon for his part was kicking himself. He was caring less and less about the assignment and more and more about whether the members of his team were okay. He wasn’t sure what each individual thought about it, but he had to regroup. He began to form an idea with what to do about the remaining members just in case it was important, especially to the second group when suddenly Rose’s head snapped up, looking him directly in the eye with a wide smile.

“I saw it!” she exclaimed excited before her normally pretty quiet voice boomed, “Taehyung has it!”

Namjoon looked back at her surprised, having almost forgotten what her power was until that exact second. It was so unpredictable and as someone who had studied her and many other superheroes in training he knew the odds. This time luck was in her favor and clearly not in theirs.

“Tae watch out!” Namjoon yelled.

Some may have thought it was stupid to admit it. Perhaps Rose had just been lying, which was a thought, but it didn’t matter now, one look from Rose had most of the other team focused on the teleporter and Namjoon didn’t want another team member hurt. He wished there were more people to protect the other boy, but at least Taehyung was the quickest in his own way.

Namjoon was not clairvoyant, but he could see the end practically just as clearly as if Rose had managed to project its hologram. Still he was not one to give up until the very end.

So he called for Hoseok and Seokjin to try to defend even as he realized who had the gem on the opposite team,

“Seokjin it’s Lisa!” he called startling Rose into practically admitting it, her surprised and suddenly nervous look leading Namjoon to believe she had either been lying or she had only seen a glimpse of the gem in Taehyung’s possession in her vision.

Any minute a winner would be decided. Namjoon and Rose had no more control of what happened, both had to trust their sides to do their best. Namjoon knew his was in danger of losing, but he would not give up hope until the final second. Otherwise he would not be able to face his team either way.

 

[underoos]

There was this mode that Seokjin would launch into when one of his dongsaengs got hurt, one that Hoseok liked to call a 'helicopter parent'. It was the point where Seokjin's brain short-circuited and all he could think about was who got hurt, who he needed to hurt, and making sure his young one was properly patched up or taken to the nurse who could do what he might not be able to. And while he was often a mother hen, straightening out collars and handing out protein bars when he knew the younger members of his team hadn't eaten breakfast, he rarely had a helicopter parent moment. In fact, he was pretty sure the last time he had one was when Hoseok had nearly gotten himself ripped in half when he tried to stop someone with superspeed. It had landed him in bedrest for a few days to tend to a shoulder that had popped out of the socket and a few bruised ribs.

It had also landed him with a teary Jin who had lectured the hell out of him before grasping in a (carefully) tight hug, muttering, "Don't ever do that again. You'll give me a heart attack, dammit."

That had been months ago.

Now, as he jogged uselessly after an invisible girl who he couldn't get to expose herself, he groaned as he stopped toward the side of the gym where the path had left him. But it seemed he had missed her somewhere down the line, or he had managed to walk right by her or let her escape down a different path. Man, as much as he wanted to win, the heat from the arena and the smoke and the constant running paired with frustration of never finding his target meant he was quickly losing interest in the assignment. Besides, it wasn't like it was a real task, something to really save the world anyways. He fanned at his face for a moment, breathing out sharply.

A large bird in the sky had his squinting, looking up. Jungkook? When did he change?

When the bird started diving, straight at the duo of Chanyeol and Yoongi, and flames came up to meet him, Seokjin's heart nearly stopped in his chest. "Jungkook!" he screeched, his hands coming up to grasp his hair, terrified for the kid. No, no no no. He was going to get roasted alive and Seokjin couldn't bear to see him like that because what if it hurt him beyond repair or killed him?! What was this kid with doing things dramatically and over-the-top and why was he going to kill Seokjin by terrifying him all the time, oh god-

Then the kid was flung out of the way, quite unceremoniously, but far enough away from the flames that instead hit Yoongi himself. Yoongi, who had tossed his youngest member out of the way of harm. His mind was so scrambled, so focused on Jungkook, that he barely took a second look at him as he watched Jungkook slam straight into Namjoon. His breath hitched, finding himself frozen for half a second as he watched Jungkook and Namjoon interact. Trying to get his bearings, he took a single shaky step forward. His maknae looked okay, he was okay, he tried to convince himself to get past the terror in his mind.

The second he called for Seokjin, though, any lingering need to finish the assignment vanished. He knew Namjoon had called him to go after Lisa but he couldn't care about that right now. Screw that. His kid needed him. He would gladly take some stupid class punishment when Jungkook needed him.

He went leaping over the remaining, dying down flames, sprinting to where Jungkook sat in front of Namjoon with a hold on his leg. He skidded to a stop, falling to his knees in front of him with a solid thud that he would more than likely regret later when they bruised. His hands fluttered, first over his leg, then took a secure hold on his face. "Jungkook- what were you thinking?! Diving at a man who's quite literally on fire?" he asked, double and triple checking him for any other injuries. "What's wrong with your leg? Are you hurt anywhere else?"

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The moment Yoongi went down, Jimin was racing across the gym to him, his hands balled into fists. He could see the pink of his skin, showing where he'd ben blasted with fire once his bracelet had disintegrated. His mouth was dry and he was nervous but he was a professional; he could heal Yoongi, he knew he could, but it was always hard seeing his hyung like this. He came to a smooth stop, dropping down next to him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, his hands raised just a few inches from his unconscious hyung's chest. His hands glowed a soft golden color, illuminating Yoongi as he focused intently on the worst of his injuries. After that last blast, it seemed that the burns were bordering on dangerous, especially after enduring the fire for so long. Smoke inhalation was another problem.

It would take him a bit of time, but he would be able to heal most of the minor to medium burns. Some of the more severe ones could be healed but would take longer, though some may have to be bandaged up as a precaution. Clearing most of the smoke out of his lungs was no problem, though his hyung might have a raspy voice for a few days. While his injuries would be healed, Jimin couldn't exactly help with re-energizing him. For that, he'd make sure Yoongi stayed in bed for a while, whether he had to quite literally latch himself and Taehyung to him to get a good nights rest at the least.

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When Taehyung's name had been yelled across the arena, he had a split second where he wasn't sure what to do. The eyes of the other team seemed to narrow in on him. The chaotic change of the last few minutes had left him in the same spot, right next to Hoseok who was still against Suho. His eyes darted around, realizing that instead of just one person chasing him, it had amplified to most of the other team. He smiled, though a bit more dimmed at having seen his hyung go down and Jungkook get flung into Namjoon.

Before he could pop away, someone he couldn't see had slammed into him just as a blast of water came in his and Hoseok's direction. He spluttered as he fell onto his back and became drenched, not realizing what had happened before it was too late. Someone's fingers dug into his pocket, bringing out the glowing gem that was his to protect. A girl's face appeared and turned toward the strategist of the other team, immediately running away from Taehyung and Hoseok. "I got it, Rosie!" she yelled rather excitedly before she was completely invisible again.

A groan from above him had him looking up at Hoseok who looked defeated. Their time had run out. There was only 17 seconds left on the clock. With five of their members either hurt, preoccupied with the hurt members, or just unable to help, there was no way they were getting that gem back. Taehyung sat up, frowning. His game was over and some of his friends were hurt. He didn't like how this game had ended, he decided quite firmly as his head lolled to the side, waiting for the game to officially end when the timer would be up.

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Namjoon looked around at all the chaos and destruction, his hurt members and the crumbling team work and distraction just as the timer went off and all he could think about was that it was his fault all of this had happened. Although Yoongi enjoyed fire perhaps it was too much. Had Yoongi been against Suho he wouldn’t have been able to egg Chanyeol into getting so burnt, which wouldn’t have needed help from outsiders. Chanyeol had fire power but he wasn’t normally so enraged to use all of it. Hoseok might not have liked it, but had he kept the other one laughing or relaxed it probably wouldn’t have reached this level and if Suho splashed Yoongi at least it would not likely end up in a tidal wave.

Also he had been wrong with Lisa and Seokjin. Namjoon had assumed that Seokjin would have ordered her to hand over the gem if she had it, but he’d mostly worried about making her become visible. And Jennie hadn’t bothered Jungkook too much due to her issues with Kai, which as the analyst he should have realized and switched Jungkook with Seokjin. Hindsight was 20/20 he supposed, but it was really bothering him. He knew they could have one and because of him not only didn’t they win, but half the team was in shambles.

It was over now. There was nothing he could do and had this been a mission to save the earth he would have been the reason that they lost.

“It’s all my fault.” He whispered, not noticing it was aloud as he crossed the area to help Taehyung up and pat him on the head, still worried that he wouldn’t be able to control his powers at the moment so he didn’t lean in too hard, but crooked his finger for Tae to follow before checking over Hoseok who looked wet but otherwise fine, before heading over to Yoongi with dread.

He would have stayed with Jungkook had Seokjin not gone over, but he knew that if anyone would make it all better for Jungkook it would be Seokjin. Jungkook was not the one that needed him right now. The others were.

Yoongi was lying very still when Namjoon went over to him and Jimin, resting his knees just outside of the other boys reach so as not to add to the issue. He looked down concentrating on the other man’s chest and let out a little sigh of relief at the rise and fall, slightly shuttery but liveable. Carefully he patted Jimin on the shoulder once grateful for the other boy at this moment. Namjoon felt so selfish to feel so but he was glad that they could rely on Jimin in this moment, even if eventually he would have to let the boy go to another group to be happy, in this moment it was a relief that he was still there. He wanted to hold Yoongi’s hand to reassure him even while he was asleep, but he knew he couldn’t be trusted in such an emotional state so he didn’t dare. He felt disgusted with himself. Unable to even be there for people when they really needed him thanks to his destructive power. Thanks to the part of himself that he hated.

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Jungkook could not help but feel calmer when Seokjin had come for him. Despite not wanting to be treated like a baby he did like being able to rely on someone just by calling them. But then he remembered that he had actually done something pretty dumb, which caused him to blush and look away for a second. Thankfully Seokjin didn’t dwell on it, instead looking for injuries and asking where it hurt. Honestly his leg was the worst of it, since that was where he was flung by, but it was nothing compared to what Yoongi had now. Now that he was thinking straight it suddenly hit him truly what Yoongi had done for him and he started to get anxious. He gripped Seokjin’s shirt, ignoring the questions in favor of saying,

“Yoongi-hyung is he alright? I have to see him!” He clutched at Seokjin’s shirt and started shaking it in frustration, “Please Seokjin-hyung my leg hurts but I have to make sure he’s okay. He- He-” Saved him. Saved him were the words he couldn’t get out, but could feel and made him frustrated. How one leg should be fine and the other probably wasn’t broken as much as strained and suddenly he felt terribly guilty. Yoongi would have been okay had he not saved him. That Hyung clearly had known his limits and although he acted like a jerk and pushed people away at the end of the day he had saved him.

Jungkook looked in Seokjin’s eyes his own going wide with the realization that he could now see what Taehyung and Jimin, and likely Namjoon saw when they looked at Yoongi. All the other boys hurtful remarks and posing was to hide his feelings, his true heart. Yoongi wasn’t the villain he liked people to believe he was. He was already a great hero.

“Please Hyung, he saved me.” Jungkook said feeling a little desperate. In all honesty if Seokjin turned him down he would crawl over to the other boy, humiliation or not. He wanted to be in the cocoon that was now surrounding the other boy. He couldn’t understand how Seokjin and Namjoon couldn’t feel it. There was a bond between both groups somehow some formed through fighting, others through saving. He could feel it as sure as the instincts of an animal. They needed each other. It only felt right when they were together. Jungkook couldn’t take the feeling of being isolated between the two groups. They had to come together and he had to make Seokjin see that even if for now it was only briefly.
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Yoongi was having a hard time coming back to consciousness. He supposed that part wasn’t all that unusual since he was the lazy one of the group. He liked to sleep in and lounge around, expelling all of his little energy in the day scaring people away and doing his best to protect Namjoon and the others. But once his eyes closed he always had problems opening them. Especially now that it was harder to breath.

Although he was mostly unconscious he knew when Jimin had reached him. The warm, soothing feeling of the others healing power filled him and lulling him into a relaxation that only comes from knowing you are safe and you made the people around you safe. Suga moaned slightly as some of the pain began to be lifted, drawn out of him as Jimin did his work. Depraved as it might seem to others he loved moments like this. When the pain he caused himself began to lessen because of Jimin and he could show the other boy how important he was with such a thing. It was worth all of the pain to be able to say, ‘See you are important because I am an idiot.’ He wasn’t conscious enough to deal with the other repercussions of his actions quite yet. So for now he relaxed into the healing coming closer and closer to consciousness, but not bothering to move his limbs and too tired and emotional to open his eyes. He couldn’t help the coughing fit that came upon him but he refused to open his eyes or move his limbs for it, looking probably like the coughing undead and not particularly caring at the moment.

No good would come of opening his eyes now anyway, he would just see worried expressions from what he could hear, and now that he was closer to consciousness he realized that he could hear a lot actually.

The timer had gone off, but the teachers hadn’t stopped it abruptly. Most people were too busy celebrating or feeling bad about what happened, or worried about injuries to notice but Suga could hear the teachers bickering.

“I told you we should have stopped them once Chanyeol lost control!” Mr. Shim hissed at Mr. Jung. Suga couldn’t see the expressions but he could still hear it.

“They are training to become Superheros not acting in a play. In real life these situations come up and you have to deal with them. How else will they learn?” Mr. Jung protested.

“Class isn’t real life Yunho! It’s practice! And what the hell will they learn if one of them ends up in a body bag?!” Mr. Shim said and there was a sound of shuffling as the one teacher began to come closer and the other followed.

“I wouldn’t let them get killed out here, besides there were two student healers, it’s good for them to get practice as well.”

Suga heard a distinct slap sound after that followed by a,

“Not this way they don’t.” before he suddenly felt more people closer to him.

Now he really didn’t want to get up and he let himself drift further back into that contented feeling of relaxation. He concentrated on his labored breathing and tried his best to lull himself back into the cocoon of rest he so wanted at the moment. Other things could wait for right now. He would deal with them when they came, but for now he just wanted to feel Jimin’s soothing touch and not think for a little while. So he feel further back asleep.

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Namjoon looked up as the teachers began to approach only slightly registering their words as he was dealing with a lot at the moment. But it was almost time for the consequences and as much as he just wanted to bring his people back to the room and analyze everything he did wrong, and figure out how to fix it next time it was only second period. There was still a lot of the day left.

Looking over at the other team he could see that most of the other team was concerned for them as well. They weren’t really villains after all, and in fact some were already friends. Lisa was still excited by her victory and Rose pet her head even as she showed Namjoon respect before focusing back on Namjoon.

Namjoon was good, Rose would even say better than herself. She had gotten lucky when her vision showed a glimpse of Taehyung losing the gem, but Namjoon had known. Somehow known without even using his power. Come to think of it he hadn’t used his power at all. Were the rumors true that he didn’t have one?

Rose looked at the boy puzzled. Namjoon had looked fairly desperate even as he had maintained his composure, but he hadn’t used his power despite that. Either he didn’t have one or he was a master in self control. She was glad her team won and was proud of Lisa, but even she would admit if asked that had Namjoon used a power or Yoongi not egged on Chanyeol they were outclassed. BTS was a hodgepodge at the moment, but together once the puzzle pieces fit they actually made sense and would probably be a powerful group. If that happened. Suddenly her eyes went white as she thought, triggered by her own musings and she saw them fighting together again before she was snapped out of it by a concerned Maknae.

“I’m alright.” She said confused on what it meant, but starting to make her own conclusions. Maybe they would have a rematch or maybe something else would occur, but for now that wasn’t important. For now they just had to be good sports. She praised Lisa and gave her a half hug eyes still not leaving the puzzle that was Bangtan. Something nagged at her and not even victory could make that feeling go away.

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Jennie for her part was still pretty livid. She hadn’t wanted to win, hadn’t cared about the stupid assignment, and now was very likely going to be teased about how well they all worked together and why. She walked over to her group, steering clear of most of the EXO side except to smack Chanyeol with an Ice-y hand for ‘Setting the place on fire.’ Before ignoring the other two.

She looked over at BTS a little concerned for some of their members and a little guilty for not following their Maknae to help with Chanyeol. It wasn’t like she cared what Exo thought of her anymore anyway, but it wasn’t actually her job so she didn’t kick herself too hard. Still she stole a glance in their direction as Mr. Jung began to speak to the crowd,

“Alright, well that was a very powerful and exciting round. Unfortunately the stadium is not currently in a state where it can continue to be used today. We will work on it and have it fixed by next class to continue this lesson.”

Meanwhile Mr. Shim focused on BTS for the time being after a brief check that BPEX1 hadn’t sustained any injuries as well. He began to take tallies until he sighed,

“Well I don’t think either of your teams should go to classes for the rest of the day, not that Yoongi could.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened, ready to protest,

“Mr. Shim I think this exercise is proof that I need more lessons,” Namjoon said, suddenly fearful that he will miss out on something important, something that may have helped him understand better and keep everyone okay, “can we escort Yoongi-hyung and Jungkook to the nurses office or back to the dorms. Jimin can stay with Yoongi and maybe if Jisoo doesn’t mind she can help with Jungkook, then the rest of us can head to class?”

Mr.Shim’s eyes narrowed in his no-nonsense way, he looked up and was about to argue and yell at the boy when he saw the look on the other boys face. This boy wasn’t callus or sucking up, he honestly looked scared. Like missing the next class would mean the death of a loved one or…like if he stayed around and saw anymore he’d blame himself.

“Yunho is such an idiot. I knew something horrible was going to happen from this idiotic assignment. I know people have to work together but how at your age-” he began to ramble before he noticed the students were staring at him oddly and frustrated he turned towards Mr. Jung and headed over to Mr. Jung.

“Congratulations BPEX1 on your victory, now for those who lost there shall be punishments. Still let’s give them a round of applause since they worked very hard!”

Applause broke out just as Mr. Shim grabbed the Mic and announced,

“The rest of the school day is cancelled, go back to your dorms!”

Mr. Jung’s eyes widened,

“Changmin you’re not the principal you can’t just-” he began but an even more defining roar rose from the superhero students who mostly fled the area in case Mr. Jung or any other staff took it back. Mr. Jung half mused that if they ever had to evacuate the area saying that might go quicker than the usual methods even as he turned to his partner, “Changmin why the hell would you do that we are going to get into so much trouble for cancelling school and other classes.”

“The principal signed off on this exercise so as far as I’m concerned he’s part of the problem. Anyway we can’t send these kids back to classes and one looked like he was going to have an aneurism about it, and on top of all that what on earth possessed you to bring up the punishment for losing. Is one on each team hurt not punishment enough?!”

Mr. Jung sighed as he spotted that BPEX1 was still there staring before snapping,

“You heard Mr. Shim you all go back to your dorms as well, except Jisoo if she’s helping Jungkook,” he stated, before looking back at Changmin, “the other losing teams were punished, so this team should be as well. From what I can see they definitely need to work on their teamwork. Rivalries are fine and all, but what are they going to do if they end up on a mission together? As well as they did there’s always room for improvement, so I stand by my decision, although we can put some of it off…for obvious reasons.” He said pointing at the still unconscious looking Yoongi.

“If they have to be punished I will decide it then,” Changmin snapped turning to face Namjoon.

“I couldn’t step in, but I did watch what happened. Could there have been other pair ups that may have worked better? Sure, but this is not all on you. Considering you’ve never worked with the others before you did take into account their strengths and weaknesses, but you left out one factor that may have helped: their personalities.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened and he began to look for a pen and piece of paper,

“Hold on a second,” he said dashing across the way to where he’d left it and running back, thankful that he’d left it with the teachers so it was uncharred. He took out his notebook and pen and began to write as Mr. Shim continued.

“From what I gathered today Yoongi likes to play with fire. He can take it to a degree, but if he’s not someone that can control that part of him than he should be teamed up against someone or go against someone who might fear him. Chanyeol losing himself like that is unprecedented granted, but you know Yoongi well enough. I can kind of understand why you did it. Your own group lacks physical fighters and since you took lead you were probably afraid to give the other group such a dangerous person. Yoongi could have taken ice and Jungkook could have had fire or even Lisa with Seokjin taking it. Or Yoongi could have taken water but you were afraid of scaring Hoseok. Also giving Seokjin someone he can’t see to command?” Mr. Shim chuckled a bit at that, “There are only two reasons for you to choose to do that. One would be that you expected him to use his powers to force her to give him the gem if she had it, but that’s not what he did. The other would be that you wanted him safe. I don’t know if that was a conscious thought or an unconscious one, but it looks pretty obvious. Lisa’s playful, but not harmful. I can tell you’re going to beat yourself up about this and that your going to analyze it to death, so I’ll at least give you this. You didn’t lose because you’re a bad strategist. You lost because of your fear of hurting others.”

Namjoon’s mouth became dry and his hands felt a bit shakey as he wrote. He didn’t want to have this conversation in front of the others. He didn’t mind his team seeing him berated, and in fact thought he deserved it, but that last part was too close, too personal for them to hear. Only Yoongi knew the true extend of his fears and he was passed out right now.

Mr. Shim noticed the other boys trembling and sighed,

“But it’s not all your fault. Yoongi needs to be talked to and learn to control himself. Since he doesn’t fear fire he should have been an asset and he became a liability. A few of you also need to pay attention to your own fights. Namjoon as a strategist should look around but Seokjin? Jeongkook? Why were you guys so focused on other people when your own job wasn’t done? Jungkook had you not had Jennie who gave no damns today you could have been hurt worse than just a strained leg. Seokjin I’m a little surprised at you, since you allowed Namjoon to be the leader this time for once you didn’t have to worry about everyone the whole time. Even though your match up was not ideal you could have asked her who it was or to give you the gem one of the times she appeared, but you looked too distracted. You let that girl lead you around the nose and then at the end didn’t listen to your leader when there was still a chance. I know it’s just a drill now and that you were worried for your team and I get that, but had this been real Taehyung could have died while you worried about Jungkook who honestly already had Namjoon ready to protect him. Taehyung you started it like it was a game and then at the end just gave up, but in real life had that gem had been a bomb you’d all be dead. And you asked for it, so you should have taken care of that responsibility. Hoseok and Jimin you both did a great job though. You listened to your leader, did your best, paid attention, and worked together with the other team.”

Mr. Shim took a deep breath having gotten all of that out before continuing,

“That being said I have decided on punishments. Hoseok and Jimin are exempt. I think you two fully understand cooperation and teamwork to be honest and seem like peacemakers to me. Namjoon and Seokjin I honestly want to send you in for counseling, particularly Namjoon, but for now I think I have a better idea. You two and Taehyung are going to move all of Sonyeondan’s things into the Bangtan dorm.”

At this point even Mr. Jung was confused,

“Changmin don’t you think that’s a bit extreme? I mean the kids do get to pick their teams themselves and-”

Mr. Shim turned to give Yunho a pointed look before looking back,

“I’m not forcing you all to become one team, but this lesson was about cooperation and you two are the leaders and honestly Taehyung will be helpful considering his powers. It might be a lot to ask, but it’s your responsibility to set things right, so for the next two weeks, at least, you will be sharing the same dorm. Bangtan has three rooms and a common area, so you will have to share, I don’t care who goes with whom, but I bet you’ll learn to be cooperative if you live together for a while. And if I personally see or hear of any major problems between the two groups in classes those two weeks will increase to three or four or as many as it takes. Is that understood?” Mr. Shim said looking directly at the two leaders.

Namjoon could feel his heart beating wildly inside his chest.

Seokjin in the same dorm as him? It was so shocking and Yoongi wasn’t even up to rebel or argue or intimidate, what was he supposed to do with that information? Namjoon was a good student, he listened to rules and if a teacher or adult told him to do something he knew they meant well, knew better, but this was a lot to take in. All he could do though was agree,

“Yes Mr. Shim.” He said meekly though he knew he was going to have a lot harder time hiding his powers and not hurting people if this kept up. He could only imagine the look on Seokjin’s face and couldn’t bear to even look for now.

“I will allow you guys some time to process first though. I know you’ll want to talk to your groups and whatnot alone so it doesn’t have to be tonight. You can start moving stuff tomorrow after classes. The others can help if they so wish, but that’s their own decision. As for Yoongi and Jungkook we’ll worry about their punishments when they are healed up.”

“Speaking of which we really should make an announcement now that the majority if not the whole school has gone mia thanks to your lets cancel school decision.” Mr. Jung said now looking more amused than freaked out.

“Feel free to contact them all you like,” Mr. Shim said before talking to BTS, “Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi go straight to the nurses office and whoever else wants to, otherwise back to your dorms just like everyone else.”

“Changmin you contact them, you were the one that did it!” Mr. Jung whined as the two began to walk away and Mr. Shim took a second to radio in to the nurse to be ready for a few students to visit before responding.

“But who was the one who came up with this asinine assignment?”

“Well me, but-”

“Exactly, you like punishments so much as a learning tool then maybe this is the only way YOU will learn.”

“Chaaaaanngmin we are at a school for superheros what assignments do you want me to pick?” Mr. Jung said both getting further and further out of earshot as they left the stadium.

Namjoon was having a hard time processing all this and he needed time. But classes were cancelled so that wouldn’t help and Yoongi needed to be moved if he was going to make it to the Nurses office. Tentatively, still nervous that his emotions weren’t under control but needing to move Yoongi, particularly now that Muscle-bunny Jungkook was out of commission, he gently placed his arms under Yoongi’s knees and his back and picked him up princess style.

Had Yoongi been awake he would have plucked the eyes out of every student who then witnessed him being carried in such a way to the Nurse’s office, but luckily thanks to Mr. Shim that was a very few number.

Eventually they reached the nurse’s office and he placed Yoongi down, a few nurses coming in to assess him and Jungkook who was trying to stick very close to Seokjin for the moment.

At this time Jungkook looked at Tae and Jimin and felt a bit giddy about getting to be with them for a while. This is what they had wanted after all, but definitely not how they wanted it. Still, maybe good would come of this situation. Jungkook kept close to Seokjin when the nurses checked him and his healing had begun, but his eyes wandered over to Yoongi and Jimin worriedly. It was hard to be happy under such circumstances, but as soon as Yoongi got better he knew that good things could come from this. So despite everything he was thankful.

“I am so sorry.” Namjoon breathed to Seokjin’s face, surprising Jungkook who couldn’t understand why, he thought Namjoon had done a pretty good job personally, the other guy couldn’t be responsible for all the actions of everyone after all.

But Namjoon couldn’t help but feel like all of this was his fault, no matter what the teacher or anyone said, the group had allowed him to be leader and he had failed them and now Seokjin and Hoseok were going to have to deal with Yoongi, trouble making maknaes, and Namjoon himself. For at least a few weeks they were going to have to pretend to get along while he did his best to control his rogue powers and Yoongi from committing murder. He couldn’t imagine a scarier punishment then having such powder kegs together in one area any one of the eldest three ready to blow. If a true punishment is what the teachers were after this was definitely it and by the end of it Namjoon didn’t know what would be left.

 

[underoos]

Fussing was probably Seokjin's second super power, if he were being honest, as he muttered to himself and continued to search Jungkook for injuries. His mouth was set in a thin line, long fingers steadily brushing over his cheek and down to his shoulder, searching for burns or other injuries that would require immediate attention. He was focused solely on his teammate, needing to ensure that he was safe, when Jungkook started to freak out, grabbing his shirt and shaking it and insisting he had to see Yoongi.

"If you move with your leg like it is I will personally make sure your other one doesn't work, Jeon Jungkook," Seokjin threatened, though it was quite empty. He took a single glance at the group that had started surrounding Yoongi, who was still lying against the floor as Jimin slowly healed him.

Breathing out slowly, he returned to looking at the maknae. He knew what Yoongi had done had saved him, and that he should be grateful for that. Even though they were working as a team, he didn't have to do that for Jungkook. He could have let him take the brunt of it and save himself, not be laying on the floor as he was at that moment. Squeezing his eyes shut, Seokjin really didn't want to give in. Yoongi had done a single good deed, he would admit to that. But he wouldn't start praising him for a hero...even if he had practically sacrificed himself for Jungkook's sake.

"Get up," Jin muttered, grasping him firmly under his arms to help hoist him up, before pulling Jungkook's arm around his shoulders so he would have solid support to lean against as he hobbled over to the small group that was watching over Yoongi. Not pleased about it, he simply held him in place, his gaze anywhere except the scene in front of him. The noise of their teachers speaking gave him a relief to have something to look at, to listen to, rather than awkwardly staring at a scorch mark a few feet away in lieu of staring at a scene that made him rather uncomfortable. His eyes shifted upwards, turning slightly to shift both himself and Kook to be able to face their teachers more directly.

No classes for the rest of the day sounded like a godsend at this point, he thought to himself wearily as he looked at Jungkook. He had to look after him now, make sure he was well-rested and wouldn't run off and do something stupid. His arm tightened around him just a bit more with a heavy sigh, knowing that they had lost and punishment was certainly to come their way. Usually, they were light and easy, nothing to worry about except a bit of embarrassment or a little hard work.

All classes were canceled? His eyes narrowed as he watched Mr. Jung and Mr. Shim begin to bicker, and he honestly didn't like where this was going. They looked disappointed, angrier than they had with the other teams. Of course, they had caused a bit of a mess, but really- what were they expecting when they put two teams together that didn't like each other? Or- well, it wasn't necessarily the teams so much as a select few, he thought a bit guiltily.

When it turned to Namjoon to speak about what he could have done better, Seokjin couldn't keep his eyes off of Namjoon. Had he really paired him with Lisa to keep him safe? He wasn't sure in what regard to take this. Maybe Namjoon didn't think he was a person who would be good enough to go up against someone else with strong powers. His mouth thinned, not thinking about how it was more than likely a different reason; that Namjoon just didn't want to hurt anyone in general.

No, he was probably condescending. He thought Seokjin's power wouldn't be able to do anything. Not like Namjoon's did much for him, either, since he didn't even use them, he thought venomously to himself, eyes flashing with a hurt and anger alike. He needed to stay away from Bangtan at all costs and keep Hoseok and Jungkook with him. If that meant separating the maknae from the other team's maknaes as well, then he would. As Mr. Shim began to state his own mistakes, he resisted the urge to snap back that he couldn't just leave Jungkook alone, 'protected' or not. What could Namjoon have truly done if there was danger? He swallowed down the comments, though. He didn't want to make anything worse, considering the circumstances they were already in.

That was until he heard their punishment. His face flushed red with anger and embarrassment at the punishment, unrealizing in how tightly he was squeezing Jungkook's waist at that point. "What?!" he asked in outrage, falling deaf on the ears of his teachers. If he didn't have Jungkook to attend to, he would have been arguing, quite intensely, on how much of a bad idea this was. Did they not know what would happen? There was no way he was going to spend two damn weeks in the same dorm as them.

"I'm not doing it," he said rather stubbornly, more to himself than anyone else around him. "I'm not."

Mr. Shim's gaze came to both him and Namjoon and he stared back rather defiantly. Why should he have to share a damn dorm with them for two weeks? What sort of punishment was this? Namjoon caved in, though reluctantly, and Seokjin was quite certain he wasn't going to go down that easy. A knock in his head had him hissing lightly, looking behind him at Hoseok who had been standing right behind him. He shook his head just slightly, mouthing, 'Don't be difficult, hyung'.

Difficult?! Seokjin was anything but difficult, he scoffed, before turning his head a bit and catching the eye of Taehyung, who stared at him with a gaze that was piercing. It didn't give anything away, but it was like he... knew something. Seokjin didn't like it. It was weird. He swallowed thickly before looking back at Mr. Shim, a clear indication that he had given in and would accept their fate.

Whatever. He just wouldn't spend any time in their dorm. The library was open until late, so he'd stay there or go out until he had to come back to the dorm and hide away. He could share with Kook and Hoseok, just hide away in a room by themselves.

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The news wasn't ideal, if Hoseok were being honest. He had been nervously eyeing the group for reactions. If Yoongi were awake, there would be outrage. In Seokjin's eyes, he could see it brewing. A clear advocate for disobeying almost any command or order given to him (which was funny, considering his power), Seokjin was often a reckless and chaotic force of nature, and he wasn't sure what he might have planned. Whether he would give in to this plan.

On the other hand, the rest of the group that wasn't currently hurt or healing, seemed to be pleased (Taehyung) or nervous (Namjoon).

He came around to Jungkook's other side to help haul him to the nurse. He wasn't really needed, considering Seokjin could help haul him there himself, but he couldn't leave them alone. He needed something to do and didn't want to be in their dorm alone.

Thankfully, the room became too crowded too quickly with too many people spilling inside of it, so he was quick to escape and wait in the hallway until Seokjin would come back out with a bandaged Jungkook.

Taehyung came out moments later, clearly not welcomed in the busy room, and plopped right down next to him. He looked a bit hurt, an expression he never saw on the kid's face. Making a small noise of empathy, he reached out to pat the younger's shoulder. "You did well today, Tae," he said, trying to cheer him up. He got a small shrug in response, though he could tell there was something on his mind, despite the excitement he had shown earlier at being housed with Sonyeondan. Hoseok frowned, knowing that it wouldn't be worth it to try and drag a response out of him. He leaned back against the wall instead, listening to the noise through the wall that separated them from the nurse's office.

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Seokjin stayed by Jungkook's side through the whole ordeal, watching as the nurse worked patiently on the youngest to evaluate and bandage his leg. He stared quite seriously, a hand lightly clasped around Jungkook's own, reluctant to let go of him at all.

He steeled himself as Namjoon walked up, staring with narrowed eyes. He apologized. Apologized, seriously?

Seokjin let go of Jungkook's hand without a second thought. He didn't need the kid to hear him as he instead pressed a hand into Namjoon's chest, pushing him back until they were far enough from the others. "I don't want to hear apologies. I have one single thing on my mind at all times, more important than any other," Seokjin started, his voice strained, "and that's to keep my team safe. Jungkook got hurt today. I got paired up against someone who I couldn't find. I could have been helpful otherwise, and maybe we wouldn't be here right now if I had the chance to be. What is it? Why did you give me Lisa? Do you not trust me? Did you think I would throw off your plan? Or maybe you underestimated me.." It wasn't fair, blaming Namjoon like this. He wasn't the only one with a hurt teammate, considering Yoongi was laying only feet away with a nervous Jimin hovering as he let the nurses take over. But he was angry, he had no outlet, and Namjoon was right there. It was lining up and he was about ready to snap. "I don't want to move into a dorm with your team. If I had it my way, we wouldn't share any classes, we wouldn't even see each other in the halls. So we'll stay out of your way and you stay out of ours until these weeks of hell are over." He fixed Namjoon with a single glare before turning away, ignoring the seed of guilt digging itself into his conscience.

The nurse had finished up with Jungkook, handing him a pair of crutches that he'd be able to use until his leg healed enough to stand on again. "Let's go, Jungkook," he said stiffly, walking forward to help him off the table. "We need to have a conversation as a team."

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Jimin had heard the conversation wholly, even despite Seokjin's attempts to be discreet and hide away. He waited until the older man had disappeared with Jungkook into the hall before shifting nervously on his feet. The nurse was almost finished with her own responsibilities, so he slipped away, instead walking over to Namjoon. He wrapped himself around him immediately, pressing his face against his shoulder in an attempt to distract him. "You did really well today, hyung," he said softly. "We lost, but... I think the outcome was pretty good. It could have been worse, but it wasn't. Seokjin hyung was... he..." Twitching his fingers, tightening his grasp around Namjoon a bit more, he started again. "I don't think Seokjin hyung is very happy right now. It's not your fault, though. You did your best and now we have to learn from it. All of us. Okay?"

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Jungkook paused his squirming when Seokjin threatened him, not because he was afraid the other would do it, but because he knew that thrashing about right now would not help him get his way. Jungkook was something of an expert in Seokjin. One of the many reasons that he wanted to join together with Bangtan was that he thought it would be especially good for his own team.

There were only three of them in Sonyeondan. Jungkook wasn’t sure how much different four people were to a team, but the more the merrier in his opinion. He could see benefits for everyone in his team. For Hoseok the other boy would get more attention. Hoseok was so good at listening and not rocking the boat that sometimes he didn’t seem present except to try to convince Seokjin or Jungkook not to do something or to stop being mad. He was essentially the peace maker of the group every time, which Jungkook thought wasn’t very fair. Seokjin cared for both of them of course, but he definitely paid more attention to Jungkook…like all of the attention. And Jungkook knew he himself went back and forth between liking the attention and wanting to be considered an independent grown man. He was after all the golden maknae.

If Sonyeondan joined Bangtan it would be perfect at least for his group. Seokjin would have two more maknaes that were only a little bit older than he was to fuss over and protect. Hoseok would have more people who notice him and pay attention to him. He could see Hoseok getting along with the other maknaes as well at the very least. And Jungkook, although still the baby of the group, would still get some attention, but he wouldn’t be the only one treated like a baby. It was honestly a win win in his book. He knew Jimin and Tae loved being physical and Seokjin would love that. He wouldn’t have to be the only one always initiating hugs and whatnot. Jungkook knew he could be bratty, but when one was treated like a baby it was hard not to be. He was also a bit spoiled, and he knew that wasn’t good although he had a hard time dealing with it when he wasn’t. Having other ‘siblings’ would help him become a better person. If only Seokjin could see it that way.

Jungkook relaxed a little and smiled when Seokjin told him to get up. Carefully, he did just that, using Seokjin for support so that he didn’t put too much pressure on the leg that hurt. Seokjin helped him up and they hobbled over to Yoongi. Jungkook looked down at the older boy, his eyes drifting to the spot Jimin was working on. The part that Yoongi had left open when he threw the other boy halfway across the stadium. Yoongi’s shirt was still intact. It was weird thought he supposed at the moment, but he couldn’t see what exactly was wrong and a part of him kind of wanted to take the other boys shirt off to see how bad it was. Another part of him thought that was weird and also didn’t dare to look in case it was really bad. But it said something of Yoongi’s abilities and also proved that Yoongi made his own clothes.

Most of what people around school knew or thought about Yoongi were scary things. He was wild, bullied people who annoyed him, was destructive, said hurtful things. Perhaps some of that was true, but just that day he’d seen other things. Things that he suspected Yoongi wouldn’t like. Yoongi was wild, he liked to test boundaries, if he hadn’t Chanyeol’s fire wouldn’t have gotten so big that much was true. He may be a bully, but wasn’t it strange that he didn’t seem to go for the weak. Usually bullies were people who targeted weak people and were happy to hurt them. From what he saw Yoongi mostly angered strong opponents, but he’d have to watch longer to really tell. But Yoongi was other things that people didn’t whisper about. He was heroic, saving someone from a team he acted like he hated. He was someone who did domestic things like made clothes. He was an enigma and Jungkook was starting to see why Jimin and Taehyung weren’t as afraid of him as the rest of the school.

Jungkook had seen the video of him sending hearts, had saw how protective he’d been of Namjoon, had heard him reassuring Jimin that he was important, and looking at him now, defenseless and asleep he almost resembled a baby. His look was so innocent that it caused the wheels in Jungkooks head to turn considering everything all together. It suddenly dawned on him that maybe, just maybe, Yoongi’s bark was worse than his bite.

Before Jungkook could lean down or ask anything at all he was turned by Seokjin to face their teachers. Cancelled classes? Thank goodness. Normally he pretty much liked school, not to the obsessive levels of Namjoon, but it was good to get breaks from Dorm life in some classes and talk to his group in others. He especially liked his chats and maknae classes with Tae and Jimin and ones where everyone was all together. He didn’t tell Seojin or Hoseok this for fear of being yelled at or judged, but when they had classes with Namjoon he really liked when Namjoon was asked to read. The Bangtan leaders voice was strong but gentle and despite not seeing Namjoon use his powers Jungkook trusted his instincts. Being able to shapeshift into a lot of animals (as well as other humans which he did less) generally gave him instincts about things like predators and prey. Namjoon acted like prey, but he had the presence of a predator. Other people didn’t have to know that though. But it made Jungkook respect the other more.

But now was not the time to think of that, he had to focus, which was easier done when Seokjin squeezed his arm.

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Namjoon could sense eyes on him, but he meekly kept his gaze on the notebook in front of him afraid of angering his teachers more or giving away anything to Seokjin. He was not often in the hot seat with teachers and it was a very uncomfortable feeling. It didn’t help that Mr. Shim seemed as adapt at reading him as Mr. Key had been. If he really thought about it more he had been afraid of Seokjin or Hoseok or anyone getting hurt. It had already been hard enough to pair Jungkook with Jennie in case she went all out, but Jungkook could shapeshift to animals that could take that temperature. Whatever the case he had done wrong and now everyone was going to pay for his mistakes. He could already tell that night was going to be rough for him.

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Mr. Shim may or may not have heard Seokjin’s refusal, but having dealt with many an angry teenager he didn’t take it personally and wasn’t going to admonish the boy. People who didn’t get along and then suddenly had to share a dorm room together were not usually as meek as Namjoon had been about it. As long as the boy did it he didn’t care if that came with some rebellious speech. Mr. Shim would only deal with him if he had to. He wouldn’t exactly micromanage the situation either, but he would check up to make sure his demand was followed…or send a colleague to if he could not.

Jungkook let out a little squeak however at the squeezing of his waist, he was fairly strong normally and it wasn’t like he’d hurt it persay, but Seokjin wasn’t exactly weak himself which caused the youngest to whine,

“Ow! Hyung!” he protested as he heard the stubborn tone in Seokjin’s voice.

It was sad really, Jungkook was so happy, but Seokjin looked stubborn. He was afraid that Seokjin really would rebel to be honest. Seokjin after all listened to rules, but didn’t always follow them. He had his own ideas about what was and was not necessary and was downright defiant when he wanted to be. He definitely had some issues with authority, which Jungkook supposed made sense since with his power not many people could order him around.

Thankfully Hoseok the moodmaker was around and Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief when Seokjin didn’t comment. It was the closest to concession that they were going to get in this circumstance. Jungkook wasn’t a mind reader, but he knew that Seokjin was thinking of ways to get out of it or around it at least. He looked over at Tae, since Jimin had his own concerns and let out a little wink. Tae looked very pensive and Jungkook wanted to ask what was going on, but he wasn’t about to press his luck at the moment. After all it was already working somewhat in his favor. But they definitely had to figure out the room assignments before Seokjin and Namjoon had a say. Thankfully Yoongi was out of commission so he could not foil their plans. Jungkook wanted him to heal up of course, but he hoped that if Yoongi had to be hurt than at least he wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight until after all things were said and done.

A mischievous glint came to his eyes when he thought about his teachers words. If they showed signs of fighting in class or didn’t listen then they’d have to stay in the dorm rooms together longer. Jungkook was pretty sure the Hyung-line would likely make that forever, but even if they did behave to get through it Jungkook knew of a few maknaes who would be more than happy to make trouble if it meant staying together. And they were all pretty good actors. Particularly Taehyung and Jungkook. He didn’t know how long Mr. Shim would actually enforce the situation, but Jungkook personally hoped it was for forever.

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Namjoon felt like his attention was everywhere, even now that the assignment was over he was still assessing everything. He watched as Hoseok helped Jungkook to the Nurses office, even as he was carrying Yoongi himself, with Jimin hovering close by and the others following along. Hoseok was a good friend, Namjoon could tell that. He actually felt that had Hoseok not been so close to Seokjin, with his terrifying powers, he would definitely get along with the other boy.

Hoseok looked like the type who was underappreciated, but who didn’t see it that way. Even in such a small group Seokjin seemed to be mostly focused on Jungkook. Of course Namjoon wasn’t going to judge, he didn’t see them all of the time, so perhaps he was reading to much of it. But Hoseok deserved some praise besides by the teacher. Namjoon wanted to do it himself, but he was afraid. Afraid to get to close to the other team and have his cover blown or be forced to do something terrible.

Namjoon frowned a little as he watched Hoseok leave the room like he wasn’t wanted and also noticing Taehyung’s upset face as the other boy went out as well. He wanted to follow them out and make sure everything was alright, but he hesitated. Maybe they needed some space and time to themselves. Yoongi was like that, hell Namjoon was like that. Plus he wasn’t sure what he would do if they blamed him and lashed out. He did believe it was his fault. Taehyung was probably not happy about being called out by the teacher, but Namjoon didn’t blame Taehyung. The fault lie with him, the so called leader. He didn’t know Hoseok very well, but he did seem like the type who internalized so that he didn’t bother other people.

While he was debating whether to go out and after he had apologized he suddenly found himself being pushed by none other than Seokjin. His eyes widened and he swallowed nervously as he allowed himself to be pushed afraid of losing control. Seokjin was tall. Namjoon was no slouch either but it was odd for him to have someone so close in height. Jimin and Yoongi were both on the shorter side and Taehyung had only recently started catching up. But Seokjin looked rather intimidating and Namjoon was having a problem because he was already upset at his loss, now he was being pushed back and there was a part of him that was terrified, but another that fluttered at the contact and wanted to lean in rather than away. And that fact more than anything scared him the most. But the words brought him back, it validated his beliefs. It was all his fault.

Namjoon listened. He didn’t fight physically or verbally. Namjoon had always been an eloquent speaker, but now he was having a hard time explaining himself. Wouldn’t it all sound like excuses if he explained? Could he even explain without giving himself away? Without giving a part of himself up that he couldn’t without breaking everything. Then again that was his specialty he supposed.

Tears began to pool in his eyes. He hated them. Hated constantly looking like the victim. To outsiders it probably looked like Seokjin was bullying him. But to Namjoon the complaints were valid. That’s why they hurt. Namjoon tried to keep himself together, there were too many people in the room, too many witnesses to allow a loss of control. He really wished Yoongi was up, then he could escape. He would not have any way to hurt people. He bit his bottom lip grounding himself. He wanted to stay quiet and just let the words gather in his brain and take them away, but Seokjin was demanding answers and it would be too rude not to respond,

“I know, I know I messed up. It was stupid, but I didn’t want to be unfair,” Words he wanted to say tangled with ones that he shouldn’t say as he practically tripped over them. Trust wasn’t the problem. Namjoon trusted a lot of people, the one he couldn’t trust the most was himself. Although maybe lack of trust wasn’t wrong. He avoided Seokjin assuming that if something went wrong Seokjin could cause him to do something traumatic. So maybe there was some truth in the lack of trust, but not in this scenario. Seokjin could have absolutely taken on any one of the other group, he was strong, but Lisa for whatever reason had gotten by him. Ironically maybe because he hadn’t used his powers to their full advantage. Namjoon couldn’t explain why the thought of him versing the tougher ones had made him nervous, besides not wanting to look like he was setting the other team against all the dangerous ones. If he answered truthfully he himself would probably not be able to take it. Instead he said,

“I didn’t underestimate you I just thought-” he paused grasping for words that refused to come, “I thought you could make her stay visible, negate her powers, I don’t know. I considered having you go against others but I just- I couldn’t-” Namjoon ran his fingers through his hair trying to keep himself composed. He just couldn’t say why. Wasn’t sorry enough? He knew he messed up but there was a small rebellious part of him that was glad that Seokjin hadn’t gotten hurt. He hated Yoongi being in pain, he was his best friend after all, but how much worse would he have felt if it was someone working with him for the first time. Someone that made him crazy and giddy all at once sometimes. He could barely bear it now, but he wouldn’t be able to stand it if it had come to that.

But the worst was yet to come. Namjoon and Yoongi had worked for some time for just such a statement from Seokjin. Namjoon should be happy to hear that Seokjin wanted nothing to do with him, but the words felt like knives cutting into him. Worse than almost any words he’d ever heard. It felt like his heart was breaking into tiny pieces. They do say to be careful what you wish for, but Namjoon never knew that included broken hearts.

There was no reply he could think up, but the tears that fell from his eyes gently on to his lashes and down to his shirt. He did his best to stay silent, but the words haunted him even as Seokjin left.

Seokjin was right. It was best to stay out of each other’s way. He and Yoongi could share a room, Tae and Jimin, and then the three could stay in the biggest room, which was where Tae and Jimin were now. It would be hard to ignore Seokjin, but it was what the other wanted. It was what had to happen for the sake of peace. Yoongi would be so pleased. But all Namjoon could do was cry without a sound.

A body wrapped itself around him and he was enveloped in a hug by Jimin. Instinctively Namjoon wrapped his arms around Jimin and pulled him in. He didn’t believe the words Jimin said to be honest. It was hard for him not to blame himself, especially in this scenario. Especially with such harsh words from Seokjin still echoing in his ears. Jimin was always the mood maker and he helped remind Namjoon that he had to be strong. He usually didn’t cry in public and Jimin helped him remember how to breathe to stop it. He could cry alone, when it wouldn’t make the others nervous or upset, but now wasn’t the time.

He let out a breath and began his usual methods to calm himself down before his maknaes or sometimes even Yoongi could see. Namjoon felt he showed enough weakness to them by allowing people to walk all over him to a degree by day, so it made him feel the need to be stronger otherwise. He patted and then rubbed soothing circles on Jimin’s back, resting his head on top of Jimin’s as he tried to blow the tears out of his eyes and breathe normally, as if he was soothing Jimin to make him feel better. He had to distract himself,

“You did well Jimin, I’m so glad you were there.”

Namjoon was proud of how he sounded, although it was distant and hollow it wasn’t emotional. If he was lucky Jimin would believe him. It wasn’t so much the words that he didn’t mean anyway, it was the assumption that everything was right.

Namjoon moved his eyes to look towards Yoongi, practically wishing, before he even looked that Yoongi would wake up and help him at least distract the maknaes, tell Namjoon it was for the best, and help Namjoon get some alone time before the inevitable team conversation that was obviously necessary before moving in with the other group, although if they really did avoid them it would probably not be too much of an adjustment, besides he and Yoongi sharing a room. As he turned in hopes of staring a hole into Yoongi until he woke up he was surprised by brown eyes staring back at him. Yoongi was awake.

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Even on the best of days Yoongi was not good at waking up. He often kept late hours inventing or checking that everyone was resting well or even sneaking out at night to go for walks or to stores or sometimes even earn a little money here and there. But whether he went to bed at 9 pm or 5 am it was always the same, morning came too quickly and his eyes never seemed to want to open.

Sometimes even when his eyes were closed he still listened. He’d been drifting in and out of consciousness since he got hit, but his ears cued in on Seokjin. Seokjin was not quiet and the room was not particularly big, so maybe those in the hall might not hear it, but Suga certainly did and it had helped him. He was glad that maybe he was wrong about Seokjin’s attraction to Namjoon or vice versa. Seokjin certainly sounded believable when he talked. But he wasn’t being fair. It wasn’t all of Namjoon’s fault what happened and knowing his friend such words would crush him.

Yoongi was more than happy to oblige the second part. Once he was at full strength he wasn’t going to let Seokjin get away with what he had said. He was fine with Seokjin leaving them the hell alone, but even without looking at him he knew that Namjoon was hurt. Thanks to the protest he felt about that it caused Yoongi to try to open his eyes. It was something of a hard won battle, but Jimin helped some before he went to give Namjoon much needed comfort. Jimin was always thoughtful and perfect for moments like these. Indeed, Namjoon needed a distraction. Finally he tried to sit up before dragging heavy lids open and then staring in front of him trying to pull himself together. It wasn’t like he was dying or anything so he really needed to deal. After a few seconds of blinking he looked over at Namjoon and was shocked at what he was seeing.

There were signs that Namjoon had cried, but Yoongi hadn’t heard it. It was rare for Namjoon to get so upset that he actually cried and it was even more alarming for him to look so out of it as if somehow the other had put his feelings in a box and shoved it back down deep within himself. After a few seconds their eyes meet and Namjoon looked surprised. Namjoon even went so far as to ruffle Jimin’s hair fondly before detatching the other boy and pointing out that Yoongi was awake-ish. Yoongi didn’t like the look on Namjoon’s face and felt his already angry feelings for Seokjin double. He wouldn’t let Seokjin hurt his friend, then again had he been fully awake it would not likely have happened.

“Dorm.” Yoongi said, his voice sounding rough from the smoke inhalation, but it wasn’t lost as he had suspected, Jimin was very good at his job after all, but Yoongi had definitely let things go too far. It was weird that he was the fixer of sorts, and Namjoon the destroyer, honestly most of the time it seemed that the opposite was true.

But right now it was time for some fixing and he clearly was missing some information. He had no idea what Seokjin meant by, “I don't want to move into a dorm with your team.” Who would have possibly offered that to Seokjin? What was that guy rambling about and why was Yoongi’s throat so freaking dry?

He began to cough and suddenly noticed that Taehyung wasn’t in the room,

“Tae!” he said, not bothering with the end because his throat was raw. He wanted everyone together and himself at the dorms without too much movement. There were things he needed to fix, “Tae can you teleport me back to the couch at the dorm? We clearly all need to talk, but I am not up to walking at the moment.”

Namjoon looked over at the Nurse who was in charge of him to be sure that it was okay, and she nodded understanding,

“We got most of the damaging smoke out. He was lucky that there is a healer on your team. It’s already a miracle that he wasn’t hurt worse, but as long as he stays near Jimin for the next few days he should be fine. I’ll write a note so that if Jimin wants he can attend Yoongi’s classes for a day or two if he chooses, otherwise he should be checked every so often. I’d say Yoongi should take off for a few days, but I know a lost cause when I see one so I’m going to save my breath,” The Nurse said matter-of-factly and Yoongi smirked a little. She was the kind of nurse he could work with, except the part where she pretty much guaranteed he’d be babied for a few days, but at least she wasn’t forcing him to stay in the nurses office, “I would like him to check in here at least once a day for the next few days to make sure there aren’t any long term implications.”


Namjoon was obviously relieved by Yoongi’s return so to speak, even though Yoongi was definitely not up to his usual intimidation level. It felt like the day that never ended despite only being about lunch time at this point,

“I suppose we all need a talk ourselves.” Namjoon said with a sigh, remembering that part of Seokjin’s words himself.

Yoongi nodded,

“Definitely.”

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Jungkook for his part had been very happy to be in the same room as the other team. He was a little petulant that Tae and Hoseok had vanished for some reason, but he felt quite at home surrounded by most of his favorite people…or at least a few of them. For once he was okay with holding Seokjin’s hand. He wasn’t fond of doctors and nurses, but Seokjin was a reassurance that he was quite content with at the moment and there was something quite soothing about Namjoon as well that he couldn’t explain, but helped tremendously, up until the point that Seokjin let go of his hand in favor of what looked like bullying the other male.

Jungkook was too shocked to stop it to be honest. It didn’t seem like Seokjin. It was like he was watching someone else back Namjoon into a corner. Jungkook had pretty good hearing and they didn’t leave the room so he heard and suddenly felt aweful. He had wanted to get hurt to help the situation, but he should have known that Seokjin would freak out. Seokjin was very protective, he had hoped the other maknaes were right that it would help bring Seokjin and Namjoon together, but now he felt like it was tearing them apart.

Jungkook felt terrible as he was handed the crutches and Seokjin helped him up. He followed Seokjin out looking back at Tae outside as Seokjin and Hoseok helped them back to their dorm room. Jungkook felt badly about his own actions but he also couldn’t help but have glanced at Namjoon before he left and saw how badly Seokjin had hurt him. Maybe Seokjin really wasn’t interested in Namjoon, but it seemed somewhat painfully obvious how Namjoon felt, at least from Jungkook’s point of view at that moment.

When he got back to the dorm he immediately sat in the living area. He was quiet, which was not unheard of, but also not very normal, but what was there to say. He was disappointed with Seokjin and with himself. Seokjin wanted to have a conversation as a team. Tomorrow they would move into the Bangtan dorms and Jungkook hoped it would be better than how he felt now. It was supposed to be a good thing, a way to bring the teams together, but at the moment it seemed more like it was tearing them apart.

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Meanwhile around the same time at the Bangtan door Yoongi was laying on the couch rather than the nurses office, a little bit off because of the medicine he was given, but trying to keep it together for Namjoon’s sake. Namjoon wanted nothing better than to sleep for eighteen hours and pretend this day didn’t really happen. But he was a leader no matter how badly he’d felt he’d done that day and heartbreak or not he had to keep going for his team’s sake. And he still had to make a spend time with Yoongi schedule before he slept as he had promised. Now was definitely a moral boosting time and although he wasn’t looking forward to it he also had to explain things to Yoongi. So he ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and began,

“Alright Bangtan the next few weeks are probably going to be rough. Sonyeondan members are obviously not going to be happy to be here and at least half of us are not going to be either. Seokjin-hyung did say that they are going to do their best to stay out of our way and hopes to avoid contact, so that will help. I know you maknaes really like Jungkook but Seokjin-hyung was pretty pissed so you may have to get past him and I don’t recommend it. I’ll make a Yoongi list, but honestly unless you both want to double with him Jimin is needed until he’s healed, nurses orders so Tae let me know what you want to do. If you want alone time we can add it in when all this stuff settles down, otherwise you can join Jimin for now.”

In all the craziness Suga had forgotten that factor and he kind of sent a glare Namjoon’s way for bringing it up, but of course Namjoon though Suga had wanted it so he didn’t get the context of the look, or rather interpreted it as a commentary about their visitors. Yoongi wasn’t fully conscious it seemed, because it took a few minutes for her to realize that Namjoon said that Sonyeondan was going to be there,

“Wait a minute Sonyeondan coming is actually a thing?” Yoongi said alarmed.

Namjoon nodded looking guilty,

“It’s Seokjin and my punishment for losing I’m afraid. Sorry hyung.”

Yoongi blinked confused,

“What kind of punishment is that?!”

Namjoon shrugged,

“At least they gave us tonight to process things, but yeah its going to be rough. Thankfully we have three bedrooms at least.”

Namjoon just had to make sure he and Yoongi…or actually Taehyung now that Jimin needed to be with Yoongi for a few days, ended up in the same room and he should be able to deal for a little bit. Anyone but Seokjin really.

But Namjoon was a charismatic leader and he liked to hear everyones opinions. He also wanted to know why Taehyung had been acting somewhat strangely outside of the nurses office now that he thought about it,

“Tae I noticed you stepped outside of the nurses office before, is everything okay?” he queried at Taehyung directly and then to both of the maknae’s he asked, “is there anything you guys want to say or add? It’s probably best to speak now before the dorm gets a bit more hectic.”

He smiled at them fondly though the light didn’t reach his eyes, the back of his mind still not able to get over what Seokjin had said to him, even though it had been a while back and even though he sincerely wanted to hear everyone's opinions.

Yoongi groaned just imagining with the up and down days coming up would probably look like,

“Damn that Seokjin, he is literally the bane of Bangtan’s existence.”

Namjoon didn’t comment, but winced when the name was brought up, still raw from hurt. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts,

“If anyone has anything to say for now this is your time.” He said opening up the floor to the others.

 

[underoos]

It wasn't hard to see how much Seokjin's words had affected his hyung. The gleam of tears in Namjoon's eyes was startling enough to Jimin as he looked up and caught just a small peek at the crumpled expression Namjoon wore. It was one Jimin rarely saw, if ever. But as soon as he saw it, it disappeared as he was pulled in against Namjoon, their arms wrapped around each other in the familiar familial way they always hung onto each other. It was strange that Namjoon was trying to comfort Jimin instead. Jimin was... he was fine, in all honesty. Shaken up by seeing Yoongi hurt, but he'd healed him to the best of his abilities, and now he was in the hands of people who could help him perhaps better than Jimin himself. He wasn't beating himself up over what happened.

But he knew his leader was.

Namjoon was one to push aside his own feelings for the sake of his team. He was a good leader, the best one that Jimin could have imagined being on a team with, and he had always said that. This avoidance of emotions was one of Namjoon's biggest flaws, though. Where Jimin and Taehyung tended to embrace feelings, though they may be reluctant at times, their hyungs had a far harder time doing such a thing. Perhaps it was a weakness to them and it was hard to get past that emotional barrier in their minds.

Jimin worried about Namjoon sometimes. He was a strong leader, sure in confidence and intelligence, but weak physically in powers. Jimin knew that was stressful enough, but throw in the way others tended to tease him, and he could only wonder how his hyung managed to handle it all sometimes.

And with Seokjin's fresh, searing words now in his head, the wound was torn right open. Jimin wished they would just see past their damn differences already.

"Hyung..." Jimin started, unsure of how to prod this out of him. He was good at getting people to fess up, especially Tae and even Yoongi (the latter with enough bothering). With Namjoon, he didn't know how. It was hard to tell at times how truly bothered he was when he hid it well. He didn't have as much practice or knowledge on how to comfort an upset Joon and he felt a bit guilty for that as Namjoon praised him in a hollow tone. He wanted to replace it and restore the lively way he spoke instead.

Hands were brought to his shoulders and turned him away from where he and Namjoon were pressed together, a hand pointing out that Yoongi was very much conscious and, by his expression, very unhappy. Slow and sluggish with a bedhead that rivaled Taehyung's, Jimin perked up at the sight of his grumpiest hyung. "You're awake!" he chirped, right as the other grumbled a rather raspy demand to go back to the dorm.

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When Jungkook had been helped out by an angry looking Seokjin, Hoseok had jumped up immediately and left Taehyung with a small smile. He flanked the other side of the maknae and they headed down the hall, Seokjin not nearly as fussy about the maknae as he had been nearly thirty minutes ago. In fact, they all looked a bit tense, and Taehyung wondered just what had happened in the office.

He supposed he could go in now. He wanted to check in on Yoongi anyway. Jimin had done a good job, he knew that, but he didn't like waiting. Scrubbing at his eyes, he hummed lightly, wishing that they would be back in their dorm now. The day wasn't even half over but he really could go for a nap right at that moment. Maybe con his hyungs into it and make a big pile. Yeah, that'd be nice.

"Tae!"

Head perking up, he appeared in the middle of the room beside Yoongi's bed, right next to Jimin who flinched at his reappearance with a gah, Tae! No matter how many times he did it, he always managed to frighten someone. This time, though, he wasn't laughing at the startled expression, instead looking with a bit of glee at the conscious Yoongi in their presence.

Teleport Yoongi back, he could do that. With a smile toward the other two in the room, he said, "see you there" before grasping Yoongi's arm. The next moment they were in the dorm's living area, Yoongi sitting on the couch. The experience of transporting with Taehyung wasn't much, but to anyone who wasn't used to it, it could be a bit disorienting to disappear and reappear in a new area.

"Do you need anything, hyung?" he hummed, a thoughtful look crossing his expression as he waited for the other two to walk back. He probably could have gone back and taken them too, but he didn't want to leave him for too long. "I'll get some water!" He disappeared into the kitchen to do his task, trying to find a way to make Yoongi comfortable. He wasn't looking forward to the discussion they would be having post-class, especially with what had happened. The punishment had been a step in the right direction for what he and the maknae line were planning, at least. But the tension in everyone's bodies seemed to portray something else, like something happened that he didn't know about.

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Snapping at Namjoon hadn't made him feel as good as he thought it might have. The pent up anger inside of him, a result of the day's results, had vanished, but not because he felt better. It had been replaced by a stifling guiltiness that only amplified when he saw the tears pooling in Namjoon's eyes, threatening to fall. He almost faltered. He almost apologized. Almost realized his mistake.

Almost.

Then he was spinning around, taking Jungkook and pulling him into the hall. He gestured for Hoseok to follow along and soon, the three of them were on their way to the dorm again. There was a nervous look taking over Hoseok's expression that Jin didn't notice. He didn't notice a lot as they walked, really. His mind was filled with too many thoughts at once that swirled and confused him. He didn't like it. He liked being confident and sure in what he thought or did. This made him nervous and like he didn't know what he was doing.

When they neared the dorm, Hoseok trekked ahead of them to unlock and open the dorm, allowing all three of them to pile through the door and shuffle their shoes off. Jungkook made a beeline for the couch, settling down upon it, and Hobi followed behind. They were going to have a discussion, of course they were. They needed to talk about the day's events and their plan of action when it came to living arrangements while with Bangtan. Why was this harder than it should have been with this annoying guilt eating at him? He didn't even do anything wrong! ...He thought, at least. Scrubbing at the side of his face, he sucked in a deep breath. Fate really hated him. Forcing him to live with the one team who he preferred to forget existed in the first place.

He wandered over to an armchair that was beside the couch, sitting down on the arm of it and clasping his hands together in his lap. "First off," he started, taking up a firm tone with them, "things didn't go well today, for a number of reasons. It wasn't anyone's fault in particular, but Jungkook-" He leveled the youngest with a gaze. "If you ever pull something like that again, and by that I mean throwing yourself into a dangerous situation that could potentially kill you, I will personally keep you from any future exercises. Until I can decide that you're responsible enough to make wise decisions on the playing field. Capisce?" The threat should make do. The maknae would probably heed his words. Probably was the key word here.

"Hoseok," he said, turning to the boy who was sat next to Jungkook, "You did well today. You followed what was asked of you by our team leader and though things went downhill, you didn't back down." He sent him a small, thin-lipped smile, to which Hoseok nodded with a quiet 'thanks'.

"That being said," Seokjin said, his shoulders slumping a bit at the next topic he would have to cover, "The next few weeks are going to be spent in the Bangtan dorm. I've already... er, spoken, a bit with Namjoon. I've made it clear that we'll stay to ourselves, so long as they stay to themselves as well. We'll take a room to ourselves and make it through these two weeks. We're not going to be there to make friends, and we're going to lay low until our punishment is over." Breathing out slowly through his nose, he knew there was more that he should say.

Taking blame had always been difficult for Seokjin. He hated criticism and admitting his faults, so to face his team and know that this was his fault (a large portion of it) made it harder to swallow. He liked feeling confident and in control, especially as the leader of their small team, so to know that he had piled this on them made him feel worse, among the other things piling up. "And... after today, I realize that there are things on my part that could have uh... well, they could have gone a lot better. It wasn't fair that you got caught up in this punishment as well, and I'm... I'm sorry. So, I'll strive to do better in the future." He grunted a bit after saying that, his gaze now away from his teammates. The confession was out there. He sniffled a bit indignantly, his posture straightening up once again. "But, I think that's all I have to say. Jungkook, Hoseok, is there anything you'd like to add?"

Hoseok bit on the inside of his cheek, shrugging slightly. "I think we all can do better to work on our teamwork skills. Today got the best of us. But... with this opportunity to live with Bangtan-"

Seokjin interrupted for just a moment to correct him. "Punishment, not opportunity."

"Right. Well, either way, I think it can help us to learn better teamwork skills."

Seokjin didn't want to argue with the logic. There was truth in what Hobi said. He just wasn't interested in actually believing it. "Jungkook?" Seokjin asked, his gaze turning to the youngest of them all. He was quiet and Jin had chalked it up to the leg injury. He hadn't thought anyone else had heard the conversation in the nurse's office between the talking and moving, plus he'd tried his best to be quiet.

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Jimin came to sit next to Taehyung, who had taken up a spot on the floor of the couch in front of Yoongi. They sat, shoulders pressed together, looking up at their leader as the conversation that none of them were looking forward to started to begin.

Taehyung, who had no idea about this 'list', looked at Jimin in confusion, only for the other's lips to quirk up in a small smile and shake his head. 'Later', he mouthed. Like that was an answer the explained it all, he simple looked back at Namjoon and nodded eagerly. "I'll just join Jiminie." For what exactly, he wasn't sure, but would learn of soon enough. He ran a hand through his hair, listening to Yoongi take in the news. Better than expected, but granted that he was still pretty out of it, it wasn't like he could throw more of a tantrum. Besides, two weeks would go by quick. ...Or maybe not, he thought to himself, exchanging a look with Jimin who raised an eyebrow back. There was plenty for them to talk about when they reconvened and could discuss alone.

Namjoon addressed Taehyung and he looked away for a moment, Jimin bumping his shoulder lightly with a confused look. Of course, he had been so focused on Yoongi that he hadn't noticed anything wrong with the younger, and it was clear by the look in his eye that he felt bad for it. Tae offered a small smile to him and looked away again, shrugging. "I'm fine." He would be, at least. After the events, being worried for Jungkook and Yoongi, as well as the scolding he underwent for giving up so easily at the end had left him in low spirits. He was always quick to rebound, but he'd always been a bit space-y. So to not make the extra effort to go after the gem made him feel a bit worse, mixed in with everything else.

Jimin intertwined his hands with Taehyung's, just a comforting and normal gesture between the two of them.

They had to share rooms, now, with three more people coming into their dorm. It would be hard to get anyone from the other team to share with theirs, so they would have to play some cards to make it just right. "I don't have anything," Taehyung said. There was something in his expression, as he watched Namjoon, that made Taehyung's brow furrow. Why did he look so concerned?

But, just as quick as it appeared, it smoothed out into something more neutral. "We're going to be nice to them at least, right?" Jimin asked, a bit quietly as he looked at Yoongi out of the corner of his eye and then Namjoon. "That's the purpose of this, isn't it? To get along? I just don't like all the fights." Taehyung hummed in agreement. While Jimin was really turning on the puppy dog eyes sort of look, trying to get the other hyungs to get along just a little bit more (with the hopes that Sonyeondan would get along as well), it wasn't like he was being fake about it. The both of them really didn't like watching the two teams fight with each other, and now being in close quarters with each other could amplify the fights and arguments.

It was always draining to watch them not get along. Didn't they all have the same purpose? To better the world and save those in it? Sometimes, it felt more like a competition.

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Namjoon was somewhat relieved when Jimin was distracted by Yoongi’s awakening. It was yet another thing that he was grateful to Suga for. Jimin was the groups moodmaker, but Namjoon was the exception, because he was a very secretive person. He hated his emotions. Although he feared his destructive powers he had to say if he could use them on anything he’d use them for his emotions.

It was odd to say that Namjoon didn’t mind the emotions of others. Some people called Jimin and Taehyung strange for their ‘clinginess’ but Namjoon found it cute when it was the maknaes. He even thought it would be funny but nice if Yoongi was a bit more honest with himself, like the other boy had been today when he’d admitted that it was something he wanted. But Namjoon was a leader and held a highly dangerous power, so he couldn’t usually allow himself to let go like today. Then again today was filled with many regrets. Yet no one had died at least and his power was still hidden. He thought about that as he walked with Jimin through the halls making there way back to the dorm that Tae had teleported himself and Yoongi too.

It was good to walk. The exercise helped Namjoon push most of his feelings back down where they belonged with the rest of his secrets. He thought about what he still had to do before he could rest that night, not that he expected much of that. But for the night he should be able to get some kind of free time, and tomorrow he had a one-on-one mentoring session so he could release some of his destructive power before helping Seokjin and the others move in for the time being. That would be good for him. Hopefully it would help keep him rational.

He looked over at Jimin and patted the boy just as they got to the dorm room door. Namjoon fished for his keys and opened it up to find Taehyung sitting on the floor in front of Yoongi, glad that their hyung was getting some obviously much needed attention. Most people would probably have found such things weird, but Namjoon liked the familial vibe that his group had. Sure they had their secrets, but they were honestly all their for each other. His thoughts lingered to Jimin once again, as his rational side nagged at him to not sacrifice the boy for his own sake, or even Yoongi’s, but he supposed he didn’t need to rush it with Sonyeondan coming to stay for a while.

Maybe it was a good thing they were coming. Maybe it would help Namjoon see if Jimin would truly be happy elsewhere. He looked a little sadly at Jimin as he imagined it, but then shook his head to clear his thoughts. There was still time to worry over other things. For now they had more pressing matters to deal with.

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Yoongi had waved a hand at Jimin as the boy was excited upon his awakening. Oddly enough though Jimin and Tae were practically twins, it was Suga who didn’t mind the sudden appearance of Taehyung when he teleported. In fact, Yoongi would have probably been more concerned by the younger boy being a no-show than popping up seemingly out of nowhere.

He was immensely happy that he didn’t have to walk at the moment, though he knew he’d be sucking it up in the morning to go to classes since Namjoon would refuse to stay back at the dorms and Yoongi refused to let the other boy face first period and some other classes with Seokjin without him. He didn’t care if he had to fight every fiber of his body he wouldn’t let anyone bully Namjoon. Even while drugged up that part permeated.

Speaking of which between the nurse clearly drugging him and Taehyung Teleporting him Yoongi did feel a bit…off. He was glad Tae had teleported him to the couch because even then Suga had gripped the arm of one side as if he’d been thrown in a boat.

Tae kindly asked him if he needed anything, but Yoongi couldn’t figure out which one of him to answer. Clearly he’d pushed himself to wake up to soon. Still water sounded great. He just nodded at the other boy.

When Taehyung came back Yoongi had just managed to get himself together enough to remember the look on Namjoon’s face when Seokjin was talking to him and frown. He absentmindedly took the water from the other boy while grumbling to himself,

“How dare that control freak hurt him like that? Waiting until I’m out of commission to bully Namjoon is the move of a coward. I can’t wait until I get better now, then we’ll see if he has the guts to make Namjoon cry.”

Had he been coherent he would absolutely not have let so much slip, but he was drugged and angry and feeling a bit helpless. Plus he wasn’t exactly registering Taehyung being there since the boy hadn’t said much past handing him a cup.

Before he could process much of anything Namjoon was back and the talk had begun. At least now he might get some information on what crazy thing Seokjin was rambling about.

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Namjoon nodded as Taehyung accepted joining Jiminie for his part,

“Okay in that case Yoongi-hyung did pinky promise that he would cuddle with Jiminie tonight so you can join them. I suppose I won’t have to worry about a scheduale for now as Jimin is designated to Hyung for the next couple of days at least and Tae you can get in there too since Hyung has been feeling…badly lately.”

Namjoon was trying to be delicate but it still caused Yoongi to wince at the words. Namjoon was often pretty good at keeping a secret, but for whatever reason he had felt he’d needed to discuss this one with the group,

“And don’t worry Hyung I know that you expressed that you want more physicality from me, and I will I promise I’m not avoiding it. I just think three people is already enough for your bed tonight.” That and he needed to blow off a little bit of steam when everyone fell asleep, but he didn’t need to say that for now.

Yoongi was already regretting his promise. Damn Jimin’s puppy eyes and adorable face. He could have forgotten his promise if it wasn’t brought up, but now that he remembered he was obliged. In all the days chaos Namjoon hadn’t even remembered Taehyung wasn’t there to know what they were talking about, but he was sure Jimin would inform the other before he could honestly get out of it, and now Namjoon had as well in a way.

Well if he was really truly honest with himself it would be nice to a degree. Maybe being surrounded by their adorable maknaes would help him to relax and hell he was already pretty drugged, he might not even notice. So he nodded his consent,

“As long as they still want to.” He agreed, but gave the others an out if they changed their mind, not that he was holding his breath on it, even with his mind in something of a fog he knew that wasn’t happening.

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Namjoon didn’t particularly like the ‘I’m fine’ he was given, but he wasn’t exactly one to talk himself, so he let it go with a,

“Well if you do end up wanting to talk about it you can always come to me.”

He might have said ‘My door is always open to you,’ but that wasn’t really the case and Namjoon didn’t like to lie. He sometimes had his door locked when he was having...one of his episodes, but he was always willing to listen when any of his group members needed him and make a plan if it would help.

He was relieved that Taehyung said he had nothing to add for now, but Jimin’s words made his hands begin to get clammy and his forehead sweat. He wanted to oblige his maknae’s really he did, but Seokjin had been pretty aggressive. Still he’d said he was going to try to ignore Bangtan so Namjoon thought it was doable. As Namjoon struggled to find words Yoongi snorted,

“Seokjin is not nice.”

Namjoon wanted to admonish the lack of hyung but it was hard to do when Yoongi looked like a drugged up kitten put into human form. Had the other boy been more coherent Namjoon was sure it would have come out more eloquent and perhaps even harsher. For now it was a bit…cute? Namjoon patted his hyung’s shoulder before looking at Jimin so that he knew he was heard,

“I don’t want to promise you something that I can’t keep, but we will try to keep the fighting to a minimum. It may not be much of a problem since Seokjin-hyung…” there was a pause as Namjoon tried to push down some emotions on feeling like he was reliving the words before he could get out, “has stated they will be staying mostly to themselves.”

Namjoon ran a hand nervously through his hair before he went on,

“Which reminds me, you know I don’t usually try to influence your friendships or choices but Seokjin-hyung seems pretty adamant about not…fraternizing with us. I know you are close with Jungkook and I’m not going to tell you not to talk to him or whatnot, but in case Sonyeondan really does keep to themselves I think it would be best not to anger them. Seokjin-hyung is very powerful and I don’t want to see any of you getting hurt.” Namjoon said mostly looking at Tae and Jimin since Yoongi would have no problem steering clear of the other group. If anything he was likely to cling to Namjoon like an overprotective barnacle until the others left.

Namjoon hated to disappoint anyone, especially his group, and he knew the maknaes would not like that answer so he did concent,

“I do think that Seokjin-hyung may have a bit of a soft spot for young ones though, so you can try, but I don’t want you guys hurt so don’t push too hard okay?” he pressed.

If Seokjin hurt the maknae’s feelings and Yoongi-hyung found out then Namjoon couldn’t promise much of anything in the way of lack of fights, sick or not.

“Alright then from what I can see most of us are pretty wiped, so I say you guys head to bed. Yoongi-hyung do you need help getting to your room?”

Yoongi scowled at the leader,

“No I do not need help getting to my own room.” he started grumpily, his body aching as he lifted himself up from the couch. He began moving only to find himself very weak and with his brain feeling hazy he couldn’t process what came next and began to fall, but luckily Taehyung used his power and transported him to his bed.

While Yoongi was somewhat grateful he was bad at admitting such things, so instead of thanking Tae he mumbled,

“I could have gotten hear if my legs weren’t being mean.”

Had he been in his right mind such a statement from himself would have mortified him, but right now such things just couldn’t be processed. Guessing what had happened Namjoon came quickly after smiling at Yoongi’s unusual vulnerable side which was helping distract him from his concerns from the moment,

“If you can’t get up I’m guessing right now is not a great time to dress yourself, but please do try.” Namjoon said throwing a particularly big sweater that Yoongi practically swam in when he wore it, but made the other boy look cute, thus he rarely wore it, especially when Namjoon had questioned if it was a ‘boyfriend sweatshirt.’

Yoongi half crawled under the covers to change, or rather just take off his shirt and put on the sweatshirt, the rest could be changed in the morning when he was hopefully more coherent.

When he was done he threw the used shirt out onto the floor and caterpillar bopped to the middle. Namjoon nodded satisfied for the moment,

“Alright well that’s all I have to say for now, you guys sleep tight okay?” he said fondly to his group as they prepared for bed.

Tomorrow and the next few weeks were going to be tough, but moments and sights like this made it all worth it. He was so glad that no matter how he had messed up at least his team was safe and supportive as usual.

That night Namjoon wanted to blow off steam, but he decided against it in case one of his teammates got up and freaked out that he wasn’t there on that night. There was a sense of foreboding in his stomach as he laid on his bed, tossing and turning as the days events replayed in his head. Sleep alluded him so every hour or so he’d get up and look in on the kids until finally he gave up and slipped into the bed besides Taehyung since that side had more room and he felt that he had let down Taehyung more on the last assignment anyway. But for whatever reason after a few minutes of cuddling Tae he began to finally fall asleep. He hoped he woke up before the others so that they didn’t question his presence or possibly state of mind, but for now it was the only thing that helped his mind rest.

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Jungkook managed to look contrite for the minute. The Maknae had two ways of dealing with upset and anger, either staying very quiet or snapping back. He was fairly sensitive, but not all of that sensitivity was sadness. Seokjin was like a parent to him and very important, but Jungkook was also a rebellious teenager as much as he could be an angelic bunny. He knew where Seokjin was coming from, but he didn’t like that Seokjin was trying to shield him from basic practice. They weren’t in school to become average citizens after all, but Superheroes. The job description was dangerous.

Jungkook's shoulders stiffened at Seokjin’s next statement. He had wanted to forget and let it go, but here it was brought up again. Jungkook stayed quiet thawing a little at Seokjin’s apology. He knew that his hyung was proud and sensitive about such things so he gave him a little smile at that, but didn’t say anything in case Seokjin didn’t want to talk about it.

He listened to Hoseok and edged a little closer to his younger hyung at that. Hoseok had called it an opportunity, which meant that maybe, just maybe Jungkook could get him on to the Maknae’s side. Especially once he managed to show Hoseok that Yoongi-hyung wasn’t as scary as he first appeared. He waited respectfully until Hoseok said his piece and then Seokjin opened up the floor for him to speak.

“I shouldn’t have done something that dumb. Namjoon-hyung definitely meant for me to distract Jennie into doing something…but she had petted me and it was annoying so I just went when I heard my name,” he started quietly, looking contrite about that part, but of course he wasn’t done, “but it’s not fair hyung, I may have to do something similar in the future. I can’t promise what I can’t do.”

He let out a little sigh, having not wanted to get into it, but feeling the need to,

“There are only three of us. We are training to become super heroes so danger is going to come up and I’m not going to stay safe and watch you or Hoseok get hurt. I can’t do that Hyung. Then who will I have?”

“You say you talked to Namjoon, but you made him cry Hyung,” he looked up at Seokjin disappointed, “that’s not like you and I don’t understand why we can’t just listen to the teacher and Hoseok-hyung is right. We need to learn how to cooperate with others. Some of Bangtan are already my friends, one of them very likely saved my life, and one is a really cool guy. They aren’t villains or anything so why is sharing a room or being friendly with them so bad?”

Jungkook looked up at Seokjin for these answers. He really respected his hyung, honestly. The older male was like a parent to him, but he didn’t understand everything about his hyung and he didn’t know why it was so hard for Seokjin to be kind to Namjoon. Also as much as he was willing to follow Seokjin he was still his own human being. If kids could rebel than so could he. Heck Seokjin was pretty rebellious himself, so if one learned by example, then Seokjin would be proud to note that Jungkook did pick something up from him besides stubbornness.

 

[underoos]

After handing Yoongi his glass of water, Taehyung started to putter around, searching for something to do to make Yoongi more comfortable. As he leaned over the couch, reaching down to take one of the throw pillows (that still had a stain from when he spilled juice on it weeks ago and still, no one noticed or cared), the mumbling from Yoongi made him stop. What was he talking about? When did Namjoon cry? He was so confused.

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Oh, so they had been talking about cuddling. He liked that. Nothing wrong with a good cuddle, he thought happily to himself and even proved it to himself as he leaned heavier onto Jimin's shoulder. Cuddling always strengthened their bond, so who wouldn't want to?

He was glad for Namjoon's concern, though, and nodded once. "I will. Thank you, hyung." He smiled at him to show just how appreciative of the offer he was.

When Yoongi made the blunt statement that Seokjin wasn't nice, he looked back at him for a moment, pondering on what he said. He was a bit mean, he had to admit. He hadn't been all too happy to be forced to sit with Bangtan when Jungkook didn't want to move, but Tae thought maybe it was a ruse. He'd seen him and Jungkook and Hoseok getting along just fine with laughter and smiles. Maybe it was just the group rivalry. He didn't argue, though, because he didn't think it worth it. At least Namjoon said they would keep the fighting to a minimum. He could deal with that, and he could work around it.

Though, he didn't like being told to stay away from Jungkook. His lip jutted out a bit, seeming flustered by the reminder that Seokjin wasn't too pleased with having them hanging around.

"It's okay, I think Seokjin-hyung is coming around," he said rather confidently. "He likes us enough to let us hang out with Jungkook." At least, he had before. He hoped nothing changed.

"But we won't push," Jimin conceded where Taehyung hadn't.

The two of them stood up at the mention of getting ready for bed. Honestly, that sounded like a good thing at the moment, and Taehyung was more excited now than before to get that cuddle pile he had wanted. Yoongi wasn't adamant that he needed no help, pushing himself up shakily. Tae could see it wasn't going to end well and dove forward before he could hit the floor with his jello legs, transporting them into Yoongi's room where he could deposit the older gently onto the bed. "Are you okay, Yoongi hyung?" he asked, even though he mumbled about his legs not helping, to which Tae giggled quietly to himself, helping adjust his legs while Namjoon entered the room.

He and Jimin left to get dressed into something more comfortable while Namjoon attended to Yoongi and came back in to watch him shuffle his way to the center of his bed, making them both stifle laughs. If they knew they wouldn't get murdered for taking a video, they probably would have taken one at that moment.

"Okay, hyung," Jimin said as Namjoon bid them a goodnight. "Get some rest too, okay?" He smiled up at him, with that same concern there had been before, and they clambered into bed on either sides of Yoongi, who'd passed out pretty quickly.

Instead of talking over him, Jimin pulled his phone out, typing out long bodies of paragraphs to Taehyung about what he had missed from the day. It took a while, but soon he was caught up.

Let's talk to Jungkook tomorrow.

Jimin nodded at the final text and they both set their phones down, settling in for the night.
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Seokjin's expression twitched, trying to pull itself into a frown as Jungkook explained himself. You're a kid still, he wanted to snap. You don't need to throw yourself into danger for us. The kid really knew how to guilt trip him, though, because whatever argument he was preparing in his head died out. It was hard to let go of Jungkook like that, to accept that he really would be throwing himself into dangerous situations in the future. He just wanted to protect the kid, was it really that hard? Then who will I have? The question repeated in Seokjin's mind but he stayed still, letting Jungkook continue.

And, as soon as Jungkook mentioned making Namjoon cry, Seokjin flinched at the reminder, his face hardening once again. So Jungkook had seen it. Shit. He looked away from his dongsaengs, whatever openness he had with them just a few minutes prior leaving his expression. "There's more to the situation than you know, Jungkook. We can't just decide to be friends with them." His words came out firm, firmer than he meant them to. He left no room for argument, standing up abruptly. "I'm going to pack some of my things up. I suggest you two do the same." He left in a hurry, down the hall to his room where he shut the door behind him.

And, once it was solid and in place behind him, he let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

Jungkook was innocent enough. It really seemed like a good solution; be nice to the other person and things would be fine. There was just too much deep set rivalry to forget and think he could be friends with Bangtan. It was too late. There might have been a chance in the beginning.

He scrubbed his hands against his face. A night like this, he might have asked his members to curl up together, before they had to face the days in front of them. Tonight, he needed space alone. A quiet playlist and time to himself to pack would be alright. It would help him get his head straight before he pushed himself back into the turmoil of this new drama unfolding.

_____________next morning_______________

The rays of light peering through the closed curtains of Yoongi's room shone on Jimin's face. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to dig his face into the bed below him, where he laid behind Yoongi, but it was a lost cause. He was already awake and he moaned softly under his breath, knowing that it was time to get up and face the day. That was, if he could escape the pile of people on the bed, which had increased by one if the long form of Namjoon beside Taehyung was an indicator. Jimin, still half asleep, blinked a few times as he tried to understand why his hyung had joined.

Not that he was opposed to it, quite the opposite. He was sure everyone else felt the same as Taehyung wrapped himself almost like an octopus around Namjoon, clearly not letting go any time soon. Jimin sniffled, taking his phone out of his pocket. It was early morning; nothing too bad, but enough that he would have liked another hour of sleep. He took a peek down at Yoongi who was sound asleep and brushed a hand through his hair, a soft smile coming to his face. He looked a lot better like this, he had to admit. His expression didn't look grumpy, he looked a bit peaceful actually. With the reassurance that he wasn't in any immediate pain or danger, he slipped from the bed as quietly as he could, his feet landing with a soft thump onto the floor. He stretched out, taking a moment to truly wake up, and padded towards the door.

As he passed the side of the bed where Tae and Namjoon take residence, he paused there too. Namjoon didn't seem so plagued by worry as he had the night before, though there were still lines in his face as he slept. Just as he did with Yoongi, Jimin ran a hand through his hair and even leaned down to press a fleeting kiss to the man's temple.

Namjoon was a good person. The best person, quite possible. And he was under a lot of stress. He wished he could take it from him. But, the only way he knew to solve things was by getting him and Seokjin to work out their differences. Only a little more difficulty, he promised Namjoon in his head, and then they'd all be happy.

He went to his own room, the one he shared with Taehyung, and was quick to dress for the day. He tucked his shirt in and styled his hair until he was pleased with his appearance and ducked back out the door, heading for the small kitchen. It wasn't much, but it was enough perfect enough. A meal to start off their day instead of a bowl of dry cereal or a granola bar would be a good start, he thought as he began rummaging around, waiting for the others to wake up and begin their own days.

Waking up Taehyung when he was comfortable was near impossible, but prying him off of who or what he was cuddling was actually impossible. He always clung and whined in his sleep, which is why Jimin felt a little bad for Namjoon. They'd get to that when they got there, but the leader was pretty good at soothing Taehyung's sleepy frustrations and slipping away. In fact, he kind of hoped Namjoon would wake before the others. He poured a cup of coffee from the pot he just brewed, an old machine sitting on the counter that he'd asked Yoongi to fix a while ago only to receive a "yeah, I'll do it soon".

He took a long sip from it, nearly spluttering at the bitter taste. Yeah, okay, he needed milk and sugar in there, stat. How did people drink this stuff black?!

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Seokjin's alarms went off far too early. He moaned softly and buried his head deeper into his pillow, knowing that he hadn't fallen asleep too long ago. Instead, he'd been at his desk, poring over his studies or reorganizing his materials or just drawing doodles in his notebook. Once the clock had gotten deeper into the early hours, he had realized that if he didn't sleep soon, he'd be a wreck in the morning.

Which had been an accurate description. His snooze alarm went off for the second time and he finally slammed his hand down on the phone. Enough of that, he thought as he blearily pushed himself up and stared at the wall.

Today was the day.

The day he got to face the music and move in with Bangtan.

He also hadn't left in good terms with his own team. Not after he'd all but stormed out when a conversation topic came up that he had been too nervous to speak about came up. Yeah, it'd been a bit childish, now that he thought back on it. He rubbed at his temples with his fingertips, feeling a headache coming on when he hadn't even been awake for more than a few minutes. Might as well start the day and make an apology breakfast to make up for what he'd done.

He slipped out of bed and made himself presentable, though to a lesser degree than he usually tried. His hair was in place, his clothes were nice and crisp, but he felt something was out of place. Maybe the dreary look on his expression, knowing what was to come over the next two weeks, or the dark circles under his eyes that betrayed his worries. Whatever it was, he hated it, and he needed some food to cheer himself up.

Walking into the kitchen, he was startled to see Hoseok already there with a mug of tea and a bowl of cereal. "Woah- Hobi, you scared me," he said after a few moments of a startled silence, fixing his shirt before padding into the kitchen. "You already made yourself breakfast?" A bit of disappointment laced his tone.

There was a 'mhm' in response.

"I'll make you an omelette anyways, I guess. If you don't want it, Kook can have it. He eats so much anyways," Seokjin said, a bit more like his usually lively self that morning now that he'd been able to sleep off the stress a bit.

There wasn't an immediate response which was strange, and he turned to look at Hoseok who was staring at him with a gaze that clearly said he was pondering deeply. "Hyung," he started off, tapping his spoon against the side of the bowl, "Are you alright? You've been acting... weird. Like last night, I mean. You snap a lot and honestly, I don't think I've seen you storm out of a room like you did last night in a while. Not since that time you thought I was being bullied." And boy did he storm out of the dorm, ready to kick some ass when that happened.

"I'm fine, Hobi," Seokjin tried to soothe, though his voice was a bit strained. "There's a lot going on right now, that's all. I'm trying to balance it while keep you two safe." He cracked some eggs into a bowl on their small counter, whisking it up as he went. "I just want to get through these two weeks."

"I do too, hyung. But you can't be angry at them all the time. Jungkookie told me what happened, that you cornered Namjoon and made him cry. There's something-"

"Don't start, Hoseok," he breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know what I did. I know, alright? Just let it go. I'll deal with it." And when he said deal with it, he meant totally not dealing with it and hiding from his problems. "But I'm really not in the mood to be lectured because I've got way too much on my plate to be trying to 'make friends'." The words came with air quotations, his back still turned to him as he continued cooking. "There's the move in to worry about, the whole not being friends with Bangtan problem, trying to lead this team correctly, and not to mention just surviving school."

A heavy sigh was his answer and the bright haired man came around to dump his dish in the sink. "I get it. You're doing fine, you know? I think you just... let your emotions get the best of you sometimes. But you know, some of those problems could be easily fixed if you tried a little harder."

Seokjin gnawed on his bottom lip, hating the way Hoseok had said it. He was trying. He was trying for his own team, dammit. "Yah, Jung Hoseok, wash your bowl," he huffed, mixing the meat into the egg mixture with more force than necessary. "I'm not doing your dishes."

That made Hoseok grin a bit. He'd changed the subject, but that was more like the hyung he knew. "Yes, sir," he chirped, washing it out before going back to settle at the counter with his phone, the sound of Seokjin cooking, and his warm mug of tea until the youngest would wake up and join them.

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Namjoon nodded as Taehyung thanked him for being there and he ruffled the others hair to give the other boy reassurances. It was hard for him to look at Tae’s pouty face when he was told to leave Jungkook alone if it upset Seokjin. Namjoon honestly didn’t have any problems with Jungkook and his maknaes being friends, as long as Seokjin didn’t get too close and wasn’t so against it that he lashed out on the Maknaes.

He did however bite his lip at the thought of Tae believing that Seokjin was coming around, then again he hadn’t been there for ‘the talk’ that Namjoon had given him, so he supposed the other was just hopeful. Namjoon wasn’t generally someone who dashed dreams though and he was relieved by Jimin’s promise not to push it. He nodded again,

“Just stay safe okay?” he prompted, he was willing to let them try within reason, besides he knew that Seokjin really disliked Namjoon and Yoongi mostly, so it would probably be okay.

--

To Taehyung’s question of whether he was okay, Yoongi wasn’t really sure, so he decided it was best to preempt any problems,

“But the real question is…are yooou okay.” The Bangtan hyung pressed, elongating the word so that he didn’t have to answer the other thing…whatever that was.

He allowed his legs to be fixed since there were clearly too many to be handled by himself right about now. By the time that the other two nestled to either side of him Yoongi had shifted, face nuzzled under Jimin’s chin with his mouth half covered by his oversided sweater. He let out a contented sigh before sleep consumed him almost instantly.

Jimin told Namjoon to get some rest as well, though it was easier said than done. But Namjoon looked fondly at the three before he left the room, only to come back later that night and join them.

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Jungkook watched Seokjin’s face closely when the other talked and he saw it. The part of Seokjin that the eldest tried to hide. He felt guilty about making the other leader cry, but judging from his words that hadn’t softened his position. Jungkook wondered what the other meant by their was more to the situation, but just as he was saying,

“Well maybe if you tell me the whole situation I can-” he began but Seokjin had left and it stunned him.

He looked over at Hoseok in question,

“Am I missing something?” he asked, before realizing that Hoseok hadn’t seen parts of it and deciding to tell the other everything that had happened while Hoseok had been out in the hall.

They chatted for a bit before they realized that they had to pack as well and rest. Jungkook got up, having mostly forgotten his injury until he leaned on it and let out a small whimper. It was going to be hard moving around his room with a sprain, but he refused to ask Seokjin for help. Especially when the other wasn’t talking to him. He even felt nervous to bother Hoseok with it so he hobbled his way down to his room.

He packed what he could reach from his bed. Tomorrow he’d ask Tae or Namjoon to help since they were designated to do so. He really wished he hadn’t hurt himself so that he could help to and show off his muscles, but it was nothing compared to what Yoongi must be feeling so he let it go.

Soon after he’d gotten what he could he’d closed his eyes. He slept for a little while until his dreams had turned into Nightmares. He saw Yoongi getting hurt for him which warped into Namjoon crying then Tae reaching out to him and begging for Jungkook to help him only to be pulled away by Seokjin. It was the look on Taehyung’s face that finally caused Jungkook to bolt upright in bed. He was sweating profusely and it was all over the sheets, but his heart felt the worst, like it planned to beat right out of his chest.

Still he didn’t call out, because that would bring Seokjin and Hoseok and he couldn’t deal. He wasn’t a toddler. He was a grown man who shouldn’t be calling out to his hyungs just because of a bad dream. Particularly when one featured in it. He got up, hopping on his good foot to the bathroom. He was afraid that turning on the shower would wake the other two so he grabbed a rag and washed himself down. Then took a towel to lay on for the rest of the night.

He went back, thoughts still on Taehyung’s expression in the dream. Jungkook’s heart would break if he couldn’t see his friends. If Seokjin took it too far or Yoongi started trouble. He was getting more and more anxious that their plans were leading to the opposite of what they’d wanted. He just hoped it would all work out.

It was harder to get back to sleep the second time than the first time, but Jungkook did it holding tight to an extra pillow on his bed. He felt so alone but he couldn’t ask the others to cuddle with him. He’d look weak and babyish when they other two were just fine alone. He thought of Tae and Jimin, if he had been in a group with them they’d have probably initiated it and he could feel relaxed and not so alone. He really hoped everything would work out, but for now he had to be strong. That’s what you had to do in such a small team.

_____________next morning_______________


Namjoon had definitely slept better once he had joined the rest of his group in Suga’s bed. He was very grateful that Suga had demanded a king size when he’d first come in. It was more because Suga rolled around a lot, but it had definitely helped when four grown men had just wanted to spend some time together. Namjoon had also gotten a king bed as well while Tae and Jimin had gotten two queen beds. They honestly hadn’t needed their own beds, but Namjoon and Yoongi had insisted they at least had them preempting occasional fights and whatnot, although they had since figured it was more likely that if that did happen the two would just divide and conquer their hyungs extra space. But he was glad of it now even as he dreamed about dividing the space up.

Taehyung could come sleep in his room while Jimin and Yoongi stayed in Suga’s. It would be fine because Tae was a teleporter so if Namjoon did slip he could order Tae to get out quickly. That was the best scenario and it helped relax him a little. Seokjin and Jungkook would probably share one queen sized bed and let Hoseok sleep on his own, or maybe Seokjin would sleep alone and Hoseok and Jungkook would share. Whatever they decided they wouldn’t be too uncomfortable thanks to his teams diva-like tastes.

Tiptoeing around his own dorm was going to be bothersome. The kids really liked to spend time in communal areas and with Jungkook coming over he was sure those two were going to treat it like a sleepover no matter what they said. His eyes furrowed as he dreamed of Seokjin closing the door on two very hurt Maknae’s, with a teary eyed Jungkook being shut up in a room so that he didn’t fraternize with Bangtan.

It was all his fault. He had ruined it for everyone. His fears and prejudices, pushing Seokjin away for so long had worked, but it was hurting other people. In trying to keep them safe he had created a problem. But there was a soothing feeling wrapped around him so he clung to that feeling in order to relax just a bit. He felt warm all over, but in a good way which made it a tad hard for him to begin the steps to consciousness and all of the responsibilities that came with waking up. But he remembered briefly that he wanted to slip out before he was spotted if he could so he let out a yawn and then slowly blinked one eye at a time until finally he was at least slightly awake.

He looked over at the alarm clock before turning to check up on his group it wasn’t blurry, which is when he realized that he had fallen asleep with his glasses on. Thankfully they didn’t seem damaged.

Jimin was missing so he had lost something of the battle, but he supposed he could play it off if he had to. Anyway it was going to be hard to leave Taehyung unnoticed since the boy had him in nearly a death grip. Namjoon was pretty good with these sort of things though so he sat up with Taehyung and gently whispered,

“Poor Yoongi wants some attention.” Softly like a lullaby before gently settling down so that Taehyung could feel another body behind him.

Namjoon felt a slight hesitation or shift which allowed him to extract himself from the other boy. Normally he’d feel bad about sacrificing Yoongi to the cuddles just to give the harder to awaken two more time to sleep and get things done, but Suga had just yesterday said he wanted some attention. Albeit from Namjoon, but any love should help right? Whatever the case it helped Namjoon to move, which was very much wanted.

As soon as he awoke he headed to his room to pick out his clothes for the day and take a shower. He finally took off his glasses and headed into his bathroom. There were two bathrooms in most of the four and up member dorms. Three or less tended to have one central one and if there were a lot more than four they might get more or two conjoined dorm rooms. When there was more than one bathroom one tended to be in the leader’s room and one in a more common area across the hall from the other rooms. Generally Namjoon and Yoongi shared Namjoon’s and Jimin and Taehyung got the other one. Yoongi would not be up for at least an hour at this rate and he didn’t often take showers in the morning anyway so Namjoon felt it was alright to clean himself off.

He thought about a lot in the shower, but was glad that the heat from the water helped him relax a little bit. Before he knew it everything was clean and it was time to get dressed. He was always early to class and today wasn’t going to change that, even though yesterday had been less than desirable. He put on his clothes, combed through his hair, and headed for the kitchen.

Mornings were usually fairly quiet in Bangtan. Although breakfast was an important meal there really wasn’t anyone to really cook a healthy breakfast meal in their group every day. The best cook of the four of them was Yoongi, but he strictly did dinners. Namjoon would have loved to make lunches or something to nourish the kids but he was terrible in the kitchen. Not just can’t cook terrible either, like somehow start a fire opening the refrigerator bad. Poor Jimin ended up tasked with the occasional breakfast and most lunches even though he was a maknae. Although when Jimin looked to tired Namjoon usually gave the boys pocket money, which Yoongi often refused. But Yoongi did take whatever Jimin made.

“Morning Jimin,” Namjoon said, voice still gruff from sleep, “did you sleep well?”

He noticed coffee had been made and smiled grabbing himself a cup. It was a bit bitter, but he refused to let it show since he didn’t want to hurt Jimin’s feelings. Plus he knew not to bite the hand that fed him. If Jimin gave up they’d be really screwed or only eat dinners at the very least.

He sat at the counter across from Jimin watching him cook rice and work on soup with a little smile. He’d ask to help if he could but he knew the kitchen was a weakness of his.

“So are you going to come to Yoongi’s classes with us then?” Namjoon questioned.

They chatted for sometime before he realized that it was starting to get late (in Namjoon’s have to be early to class opinion) and decided it was time to awaken Yoongi and Taehyung.

“I’d better go rouse the others.” He said to Jimin before making his way to Yoongi’s room.

He smiled at how cute the two members looked all snuggled up, a little surprised that Yoongi had his head buried in Tae’s neck, while Taehyung was completely wrapped around the other. He wasn’t sure who to try to wake up first honestly, so he decided to go for both,

“Taehyung, Yoongi-hyung it’s time to wake up. You two have to get ready if you’re coming to classes,” He leaned down and shook them both a little gently, “come on, we have a big day today.”

Namjoon wasn’t the best at waking the others. He was too gentle and didn’t actually like to do it. That was how he’d left Yoongi just yesterday to head out on his own. Yoongi didn’t like when he did that, but he also didn’t like getting up so it was hard. Taehyung generally enjoyed a long sleep as well, but if someone managed to extract themselves from him and he had no one else to cuddle that would usually awaken him.

But today was going to be long and it was important to do things right. Suddenly he was inspired on how to wake up Yoongi and possibly Taehyug.

“What’s that Jimin? Ah you’ve made Banchan? I guess we’ll have to eat it ourselves then since the others won’t wake up. We’ll just save them some rice I guess.” Namjoon said acting loudly.

At that a head half poked out of his shirt and Taehyungs chin grumbled,

“If you so much as touch my side dishes you are dead Namjoon.”

Namjoon merely smiled at that,

“Morning to you to hyung.”

Still Yoongi didn’t look like he was going to get up so Namjoon decided to freak the other man out. He took off his glasses and pretended to look cute saying,

“If you don’t wake up I’ll punish you.” In a very cute, but cringey way.

Which is the exact moment that Yoongi bolts upwards taking Taehyung with him.

“I thought so,” Namjoon said cheekily heading back to the kitchen with a, “meet us in the kitchen once you’ve changed.”

--

Yoongi was a restless sleeper most of the time and it had probably been amped up by the fact that there were more bodies in his bed then he was generally used to. Unlike Namjoon who carried problems into his sleeping life Yoongi was mostly able to let things go there. Maybe that was why he loved sleep so much. It was also probably why his face looked so angelic while he slept. He didn’t have to keep up personas and fear, hide emotions and worry about others. In sleep he just got pure rest. It was really beautiful when you thought about it.

It was also why it was so hard to awaken him. His ears tuned in upon hearing his name at some point, then he fell back as it didn’t seem important. Then his name was happening again and he listened in. Again he almost drifted, until Namjoon threatened his side dishes, without opening his eyes he protested, even bothering to move a bit. But the side dishes didn’t seem in immediate danger and he was very comfortable in this cocoon that Tae had made of himself. At least he was until Namjoon got higher pitch and said something fake flirty at him. He was so not being punished by Namjoon, neither did he even want to imagine such a thing, which he would if he stayed asleep. So he sat up, taking Taehyung with him, which was no easy feat as Taehyung was bigger than him.

He didn’t feel quite as loopy as he felt yesterday. Then again he hadn’t taken his medicine yet. The nurse had told him when to take it and had given Jimin the instructions to, specifically when Yoongi didn’t look like he was going to follow what he was told. Yoongi hadn’t liked it, but he’d live with it. At least today when he had gotten the only reason he’d fallen back over was because Taehyung was clinging to him. He was pretty sure he could walk once he had extracted Taehyung.

“Taehyung we have to get up. Namjoon is being weird and might give us some kind of creepy punishment if we don’t apparently,” he spoke to the human koala, wishing he wasn’t hurt because then he’d just drag the boy along until he had to get changed, “let’s go eat at least before we end up with no side dishes.”

When he didn’t automatically get a response he glared at the other boy,

“Fine if you won’t be reasonable this is the only way,” Yoongi stated before immediately tickling the other boy as best as he could, he got under the other boys armpits and around his stomach until finally he could extract himself from Taehyung, once he did he got up triumphantly, “haha victory!” he said playfully as he grabbed the first outfit he saw and raced (which looked more like an average human’s speed) to Namjoon’s bathroom to change and do his hair.

He didn’t bother with a full out shower, but did rinse himself off, particularly where he’d gotten hurt, before drying off and heading to the kitchen. Namjoon would be the one punished if there were no side dishes to go with his rice. He smelled the food before he saw it, snickering as he sat at the table prepared to eat.

A coffee was already prepared for him and took a big swig of it before spitting it back into the cup,

“Ugh gross are you trying to poison me?” he tease-accused Jimin having completely forgotten to fix the coffee pot and that it was his own issue.

Namjoon and the others came and had a nice breakfast together which the Hyungs thanked Jimin for and Yoongi made sure to tell Taehyung to clean up after so that it was fair. Namjoon would have done it but they didn’t want to buy new bowls so it was better if the others did. Suga would fix things and make dinner as usual and Namjoon would usually come up with money for things they needed around the house. Yoongi wasn’t sure how, but he didn’t bother asking. He knew Namjoon wanted to help more but it was just not a good idea between his friends clumsiness and powers.

--

The first thing that Jungook did when he got up and noticed the time was strip the sheets off of his bed and hobble his way to take a shower. He wasn’t sure who did laundry and Bangtan but he’d rather not have Seokjin see his so he’d ask about it later. It wasn’t like they were going to be in their usual dorms for a week anyway.

When he was done he was a little nervous about slipping but he had pretty strong arms so he gripped the shower rack thankful that the bathroom was right across from his bedroom. He looked in the mirror and fixed himself up before hobbling back into his room, changing and making his way to the kitchen where he smelled something delicious.

Seokjin was probably the best cook in the world. Jungkook briefly thought about refusing to eat, but Seokjin’s food was too tempting and he may need to use that when the two groups move in together to get them to talk so he decided to eat up.

Seokjin was very much the caretaker of Sonyeondan. Hoseok and Jungkook helped of course but Seokjin was the one who made all of the meals from Breakfast to Dinner, even occasionally making deserts. As a growing boy Jungkook appreciated it immensely. Even on days after he was hurt by being walked out on.

Jungkook missed the initial interaction between Seokjin and Hoseok, but he didn’t miss the dark circles under his hyungs eyes. A lot of feelings swirled in his thoughts. He felt tense as he hobbled over to a seat and sat down. He wasn’t sure whether to be pissy or generous or what. He was also tired from lack of good, decent rest. But he graciously accepted the food on his plate and didn’t poke the bear. Instead he grabbed what he could eat and started, unable to keep some of that happiness from his face,

A little bit into breakfast there was a ping, so he reached into his pocket for his phone and noticed a message from Jimin. He spent some time answering it, even though he’d have normally found it a bit rude at the breakfast table, but he wasn’t sure what to do with himself anyway so it was better than nothing.


(BTW Chat Screenshot by GeekPrank.com I just didn't want it in the document itself for realism purposes)

Once he finished his chat he wolfed down whatever food was in front of him, hobbled to his room to grab, his backpack, yelled,

“Going to class. Thanks for breakfast see you later Hyungs.” It was going to take him longer than usual in order to get to the empty classroom in fifteen minutes and he needed to stop off at the nurses to pick up some crutches. His leg should heal soon as it was only a sprain, but right now he was babying it.

He stopped off to ask for crutches then used them to get to the room he had been told and he sat down to finally ask what he’d wanted to on the phone.

“So how are Yoongi and Namjoon? Yesterday was pretty rough for them.”

Only then did he realize he’d forgot his lunch. He’d have to go back for it later though as now was most definitely not the time.

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Before Yoongi knew it Namjoon had looked down at his watch at the table and exclaimed,

“We’d better go, don’t be late to class you guys and we’ll see you soon Jimin.”

Yoongi was then hauled out of the door and heading straight to first period. Again they would be earlier than they needed to be. He hoped Seokjin’s team didn’t come or at least left them alone. They were already going to see enough of each other, but once they reached their first period classroom that had a note to head to a different room for a special lecture he gave up that hope.

Namjoon was a little confused by where they were supposed to go and Yoongi was good with directions so he grabbed his friend’s wrist and led them to an even bigger classroom. All around the room he saw what looked like changing rooms. He briefly remembered his teacher talking about a special class but he thought this was a little over the top. Weirdly some of the dressing rooms definitely seemed to be full and he could hear chatter from the other side. This was odd because as usual Namjoon had made him very early and with a surprise switch in classrooms it should be even less likely for others to have gotten here first. He listened in interested even as Namjoon was confused how to sit in the front since the seats were missing.

“Hyung I don’t want to do this, I always get picked to wear this kind of stuff and it’s not fair.”

“Are you literally complaining about being born beautiful? Because if so I don’t want to hear it. It’s not like you’re alone today.”

“By why don’t the other two have to do it?”

“Because they are busy right now and you two weren’t.”

“But-”

“No more complaints or I’m reading all of your thoughts to Minho for the day.”

There was a slightly high pitched squeak at that before a self satisfied…woman stepped out of her dressing room. She looked a bit older but was oddly wearing a school uniform which confused Yoongi. Her face was familiar as she turned from the mirror in her hand,

Yoongi decided to ask,

“Excuse me have you seen Mr. Key?”

Another woman, with a cute face peeked her head out than laughed,

“I think we should leave the school girl thing to Tae and go for a more…mature look?” she said before disappearing back into her own dressing room.

Mirror girl rolled her eyes, ignoring Yoongi to go back in and change again.

Yoongi was confused as to what was going on and Namjoon had actually turned around and faced the opposite wall once he realized that women were getting dressed in the room. Were these the special guest instructors or was their class merged with another? It was so confusing and Namjoon’s intense refusal to move from staring at the wall wasn’t helping with information.

“Use the dress Min, we can show the different varieties.” There was a sound of agreement before what looked like a school girl before came out looking a little older and had she cut her hair,

It was so confusing.

“Excuse me,” Yoongi said again feeling like if he didn’t get any answers soon he was going to try to go and take a nap in one of the changing rooms, “where is Mr. Key?”

The woman giggled a bit and said mysteriously,

“All will be revealed when class starts. For now grab some chairs from the wall and set them up on the opposite side of the room. Try to keep the middle area free though. Thanks sweetie.” She said with a wink before turning back to the dressing room.

“Come out Tae I know you must be done by now. Min you can stay in there until the kids come. Tae I want you to sit with them, for obvious reasons.”

“I’m not coming out.” The so far unseen woman he assumed at this point pouted as the short haired girl rolled her eyes, reached into the dressing room and pulled her out.

Yoongi was surprised at how pretty she was. Particularly because he didn’t really notice women all that much.

The girl was obviously shy. He could see that even as he helped Namjoon set up the room curious on what exactly they were learning today. Namjoon wouldn’t even make eye contact as they finished and he sat down in the middle since there was really no front. Soon the short haired girl sat the shy one next to Namjoon stating,

“Relax here, this guy is safe.”

She gave a questioning look at Yoongi who decided to sit on Namjoon’s other side for now.

For a minute the short haired girl stared at the two questioning, but then grabbed Yoongi by the hand confusing him,

“I know I shouldn’t give it away but I’ve been looking forward to this one,” the short haired girl said pushing Yoongi into a dressing room and following after him.

Namjoon started to blush shocked at what might be happening and looked over at the other girl questioning, which made both of them blush and look away. He hoped Yoongi was okay but had no intention of rushing into a changing room after him unless he screamed bloody murder. After a lot of rustling and protests the short haired girl stepped out and pulled Yoongi…or rather what must have been Yoongi out of the dressing room.

“Now I get it,” Yoongi said a little annoyed but deciding to get into character as he went to sit down next to Namjoon, “well I know what today’s lesson is on.”

And if he got the chance he was so going to use it against Hoseok or Seokjin before he had to take his medication.

Namjoon couldn’t help but stare at his friend who was being more compliant than he’d expect from him, but then again he supposed Yoongi was just glad that maybe if he passed it off no one would know. He played his part haughty making who Namjoon now realized must have been Mr. Key in disguise smile, but he was confused about the other two.

Mr. Key didn’t rush to change him so he figured he was probably expected not to look as good and let it go for now. The less of a dress he had to wear the less silly he’d look. Not that Yoongi looked silly but Namjoon knew he was all limbs. He’d do what he had to do but he was not looking forward to it. Briefly he wondered how Seokjin would look in a dress and then had to snap himself out of those thoughts when the girl? Guy? next to him tapped his leg,

“Are you alright?”

Namjoon gulped and nodded. Second period had better come quick.

 

[underoos]

Jimin moved around the kitchen, humming softly as he continued to add ingredients to the soup while working on creating some small lunches for the rest of the team to take with them. He had gotten up this early, he might as well do a nice thing while he was at it. Maybe it would boost their moods just a bit, and Jimin was always into morale-boosting. He made a little smiley face on a sandwich he made for Namjoon and pressed the bread together, wrapping it up as he continued his food work.

The tread of footsteps into the room meant someone else was awake, but he could tell by the slightly heavier thump it was Namjoon. Each member had their own way of walking, like Taehyung who came in stomping most days, unaware of how he was walking, or the lighter tread that he and Suga tended to walk. Namjoon was consistently in between of these two modes of walking, so he smiled slightly to himself as Joon threw a good morning his way.

"Ah, morning, hyung!" he said, lifting up the lid that the soup was currently boiling under to check it before dropping it back down with a soft clang. "I slept well, actually. And I saw that you and Taehyung did, too." He grinned lightly, knowing the other boy's strong grip probably was hard to get out of. For someone as lanky and skinny as he was, he sure did hang on tight. "I've got breakfast almost ready and I made lunches." He gestures to the 4 identical lunches sitting off to the side, ready to be taken out the door for the day. "I even put a smiley face on your sandwich, so you better eat it all, okay?"

He hummed lightly, looking at his phone where he had sent a text message to Jungkook with the plan to skip out on first period. "Actually, about that," he started, tilting his head. "I figured Yoongi-hyung would be okay without me watching over him every minute. He probably wouldn't like being babysat and you're always with him anyways, so he had someone to watch out for him. Plus Tae is with me nearly always so I'm just a teleport away if he needs me." He had thought about it pretty deeply, not wanting to leave him without the help he would need. But, he would be with Namjoon, so Jimin, while a bit guilty at leaving him for his own intents and purposes, also knew he would be in as good of hands (or even better).

He wasn't sure how to go about the subject. "Hey, Joonie-hyung," he started, his voice softer than it had been before. He mixed the ladle around the steaming liquid to give him something to do though his gaze was on Namjoon. It may not have been his specialty to comfort him, but he would be damned if he didn't try his best. "You know you're a good leader, right? Yesterday doesn't mean you're any less worthy or good or... whatever else others may think. Or what you may think of yourself, too. Yoongi-hyung messed up. Jungkook messed up. Seokjin-hyung messed up. All of us did. I almost threw myself into a fire. Tae... he played it like a game and gave up so easily. You did really well under the circumstances and I'm really proud to have you as the leader of our team. I don't think there's a better leader out there, nor a better hyung." He couldn't reverse whatever damage Seokjin had done with his blunt words, but he needed Namjoon to know how important he was to them. "Okay?" His brows were furrowed, hoping that he could at least get something across to him.

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Taehyung, the clingy cuddler he was, disliked moving. He could stay clung to one single person or thing all night (though person was more preferable since they were always warm and soft), so when Namjoon had come in the middle of the night, Tae had nearly immediately latched to him since he didn't have anyone else. Yoongi and Jimin were curled up together, so that meant he cuddled a pillow in his arms until something warm slid into bed next to him.

When someone's voice convinced him that Yoongi-hyung needed cuddles, he was confused, still asleep for the most part. Yoongi? He thought he was cuddling Yoongi? There was someone behind him. Should he cuddle them? Was that Yoongi? The person in his arms shifted away and he mumbled something unintelligible, his lips coming together in a pout at the loss. No, wait, person behind him. He turned over rather ungracefully, searching out the next person, and with a sigh of relief pulled them close, without ever having opened his eyes. Much better.

Tae drifted back into sleep again, his mouth slack and his hand curled into the shirt of this other person while his legs tangled with theirs. Comfortable, very comfortable...

Until he was jerked upright and he made a small noise of protest, not letting go. His head, where it had been tucked over Yoongi's, bobbed for just a moment before dropping forward again. His forehead came to rest against the side of Yoongi's head, soft hair tickling his face, and found himself falling asleep again.

He jerked right awake when hands came to tickle his sides, jerking him awake at the sensitive sensation. He yelped, flailing for a moment as he tried to figure out in a half-asleep haze what was going on. Jerking away from who he was attached from, he heard the triumphant success as Yoongi stood up.

"Hyuuuuuung," Tae whined, feeling betrayed as he curled up again in the warm bed. "No fair!" He watched as he left, pouting still, and finally rolled out of the bed to trudge toward his own room, a grumpy look on his expression. Mornings were the worst. It didn't take him long to dress, barely doing anything with his hair, and walked out to the kitchen.

The teasing tone of Yoongi was answered with an indignant, "Maybe I wouldn't be poisoning you if you fixed the coffee pot like I asked, hyung!" from Jimin. He came to slump at the table next to Yoongi, still feeling betrayed by his tricky ways of prying Tae off of him, but perked up at the smell of the food. If Jimin had fixed something, then it was going to be a good start to the day. And the food really was as he all but inhaled it. While he wasn't so keen on cleaning up after, he reluctantly piled the dishes up to wash and put the food away for leftovers.

Namjoon and Yoongi headed out before he and Jimin did, and just as he set the last bowl into the cupboard, a bag was tossed his way and he caught it with an oof.

"C'mon, Tae," Jimin said, grinning lightly. "I told Kook we'd meet him down that hall with the empty classrooms. Remember, the one you spilled your popcorn down?"

Tae remembered it, yeah. He'd exclaimed an expletive rather loudly as he stared at the dropped popcorn, disappointed, only to have been snuck up on by a teacher and given detention. That hall was a gloomy hall, he had then decided. Bad luck. "Aw man, why'd you have to pick there to have our meeting?" he whined as he was dragged behind by Jimin.

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It hadn't taken long for the omelettes to cook. He placed them neatly on the plates, paired with a glass of juice and some diced fruits on the side for the dongsaengs to pick from. He popped a juicy cube of watermelon into his own mouth before searching through the fridge, taking a mental note on what they would need to restock when they got back. He sighed internally, realizing that they would have to share a kitchen. That meant he would have to either cook for his team at ungodly hours of the morning to make reheatable meals in order to avoid seeing Bangtan or suck it up and use the kitchen when they could be around. He didn't mind the maknaes so much as their hyungs, considering they didn't make him want to scream. He liked to stress cook. Cooking was a good outlet and he loved food anyways. His confidence in his looks translated to his cooking, he supposed.

Jungkook hobbled out of his room and into the kitchen, taking a seat by Hoseok who greeted him happily.

Seokjin wasn't sure if he would receive as forgiving of a reaction from Jungkook as he did Hoseok. He continued to move through the kitchen, making lunches for the three of them while picking at his own breakfast, but the maknae and him never said a word to each other. Though, as he took a glance backwards, he was glad he at least was eating the food Seokjin had put out. His face gave away that it was pretty good and though Jin was uncomfortable with this weird silence between them, but smiled slightly and turned back to what he was doing.

As Jungkook hobbled around afterwards, getting ready for class, Seokjin paid no mind. He was nearly done with the lunches, popping one last grape in his mouth when the maknae was yelling across the apartment that he was leaving. Looking down at the bag he was currently packing specifically for Jungkook, he gasped lightly. Aw man, the kid was going to forget his lunch. "Jungkook, wait-!" With a desperate attempt to cram it all into the container, a bit haphazardly and not at all in the neat way he always did, he jogged to the front door to realize he was already gone and out.

Hoseok, who had gone to his room to finish getting ready, came out with his toothbrush dangling from his lips and noticed the container in Jin's hands paired with a saddened look. "I'll text him," Hoseok said, though it came out garbled more than anything.

Seokjin could leave it in the fridge, he supposed. Maybe he didn't want it. He walked over to the fridge, setting it down lightly. "Let me clean up here and we'll go, alright?" Hoseok nodded, going back to the bathroom to spit out the paste in his mouth.
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Jimin and Taehyung had reached the classroom pretty soon after leaving their dorm, chattering to themselves about what they needed to figure out. Pieces of paper were scattered in front of them, though most remained blank because Tae was still rather grumpy from being woken so early (which hadn't been all that early, Jimin knew, but the other boy was just bummed about losing out on cuddling). The door opened and revealed their injured friend. Jimin smiled sympathetically as he limped.

"Yoongi's alright," Jimin hummed. "Healing still, of course. Joon-hyung is going to keep an eye on him for me, though. And I'm going to check in on him at least once every class because he's always a liar and tries to prove he's stronger than he is, but-" He shrugged. "He's okay, overall, I think. Namjoon..." Jimin trailed off, biting his lip lightly. He didn't want to give anyone any more worries, but he didn't think he was faring well emotionally. "We all know that Jin and Namjoon like each other, even if they might not. And I think after yesterday, it kind of... hurt him, so he's probably trying to mend the damage." His eyes flickered down. "They're both just too stubborn to give in, and no offense, JK, but Seokjin didn't do a lot to help yesterday. It was kind of a setback."

A small 'hmm' noise from beside Jimin had him looking over to Taehyung who was slumped in his seat. "Yeah, but they've had worse before, haven't they?" He remembered some of the arguments he managed to overhear in the past. They weren't pretty.

"No," Jimin agreed, but his brow was furrowed. "It wasn't, but then again, Joonie-hyung was already beating himself up. Yoongi got hurt, Jungkook got hurt... I talked to him this morning to try and comfort him, but... I don't know." He shook his head quickly. "But we can fix it, I'm sure." He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to this next question as he looked at Jungkook. "Was Seokjin still mad last night? Or this morning?"

Maybe, just maybe, if he saw he did wrong, then they could work with it. They had a while of living together to start pushing the two hyungs together and both Jimin and Taehyung were convinced to make it work. The only drawback were the hyungs themselves and just how they could make this work.

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As Seokjin and Hoseok finally prepared for class, Jin realized they only had a limited amount of time before they could make it to class. Hopefully he wouldn't have to sit next to Namjoon again. He wasn't sure he could face him right now. Not after seeing him cry and knowing he had done that through his careless words.

They chattered as they walked, Jin holding to the two straps of his bag tightly as they weaved through the crowd. The door of their original classroom had said to go somewhere else and they eyed each other suspiciously, wondering what kind of lesson Mr. Key had in mind for them.

"I'm not sure whether I should be scared or not," Hobi admitted with a small laugh, remembering what he had been put through the day before.

And while he wanted to assure his friend, he couldn't do much, smiling grimly at him. "May the odds be ever in our favor," he said, causing Hoseok to snort as they kept walking toward the classroom they had been told to go to. Stepping inside, he noticed chairs lined against the walls. That was fine, maybe they were going to have some sort of presentation in the middle.

Subconsciously, as he looked for somewhere to sit, he also searched for Namjoon. He noticed him sitting next to a girl- no, actually, two girls, and his eyes cast away nearly immediately, sighing internally. He and Hobi could stay far away from where he sat, considering there were many seats that hadn't filled up yet. They took their positions pretty far from Namjoon, though he was confused. Where was Yoongi? Maybe he was still out of commission and didn't come to class. Not that he really cared or anything, he told himself with a shrug as he sat down. It was just strange to see the two not together, especially after the... intimate ways they had been cuddling yesterday.

A few strange looking women continued to walk around and he took note of the changing rooms. "Hey, do you recognize any of them?" he mumbled to him, nudging him in the ribs before pointing at one of the women, a shorter-haired one. "I don't think I saw them yesterday, but then again, I was at the front of the class. And... where's Mr. Key? Oh, god, please let him not show up today." Especially after yesterday, he prayed.

With a huff of laughter and a noise of agreement about hoping he wouldn't be there and they would be spared for the day, he looked at the women, but couldn't get a close enough look since they all moved around too quickly for him to try. "I don't know, I don't think I've ever seen them before..."

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Namjoon blushed a little, nervous and shy at being found joining the little pile, even though it had helped him sleep much better.

He should have just joined them right away so it didn’t feel like sneaking in, but he had been worried that he would lose some control of his power so he’d stayed away until he realized his power wasn’t slipping, but his mind was restless. Instead of doing something to make the situation weird by apologizing or something he decided to tease about Taehyung a bit,

“Ah yes and Tae has quite the grip. His future partner is never going to feel lonely that’s for sure,” He said drinking a bit more of the coffee in his hand before smiling fondly at Jimin, the other boy was such a kind person, even getting up early to make a good breakfast and lunch for the team, Namjoon couldn’t be more grateful, “thanks Jimin you’re a great help. I’ll make sure to eat every bit, even the crust.”

Namjoon didn’t usually eat crusts, but it was clear that Jimin had put in a lot of effort to get up for everyone and cook so Namjoon couldn’t let that go to waste after all.

He listened to Jimin explain that he wouldn’t be micromanaging Yoongi. Namjoon was a little surprised by it to be honest because Jimin did worry some, but the reasons were believable and Namjoon would understand not wanting to miss any classes. He had no problem watching Yoongi and if the other showed a sign of pain he could text Jimin. Yoongi would probably prefer not being ‘babysat’ as the other said anyway and besides they had enough classes together that even if Jimin didn’t go out of his way he’d still be able to check in on him.

A few minutes passed in relaxed silence as Namjoon drank coffee and enjoyed the moment, like the calm before the storm it was peaceful. Then Jimin said his name softly and he looked over at the other boy, listening to his words. Namjoon was a bit ashamed that his obvious upset must have been noticed for Jimin to say something. He wanted to bury his face behind his coffee cup, but he didn’t want Jimin to feel dissed by him so he kept his eyes firmly on the other. He appreciated that Jimin was like this. Kind, giving, forgiving. The boy was honestly a treasure. Despite his failures Jimin still trusted him to lead them and that was huge for Namjoon.

Namjoon did try to be a good leader, but he didn’t believe he was better than most. He just tried very hard, kept secrets, internalized, and hoped that his dongsaengs were happy, which lately seemed like an uphill battle. But Jimin wasn’t blaming him, he was even trying to make him feel better which made Namjoon’s heart warm.

He smiled warmly at the kind hearted healer,

“And I’m really proud to be friends with such a wonderful, kind person. You not only work on healing people, you also work to heal hearts.” He said holding one hand to his own, although if one were to analyze close enough they would notice that he had neither agreed nor disagreed with the statements.

Namjoon didn’t like to lie, although sometimes it was impossible not to when hiding such big secrets as he had. So he deflected this time, but it wasn’t untrue. Quite often when being given compliments Namjoon would think of return compliments. And this was one of those times. He was happy that Jimin liked him and respected him as a leader though, despite his short comings. But he was also glad when Yoongi and Tae joined, so that not all of the attention could be centered on him.
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Yoongi was an odd boy. He knew it, others knew it, and he didn’t care either way. His mother had definitely gotten him tested when he was younger, but refused to mention anything of that to his father. Any weakness in his son would have set the man off. It wasn’t like he had different personalities per say, but he did have different moods. Like one day he’d act like an eighty year old, grumpy and mad at the world, and the next day he’d be mischievous or pouty. In public though he was mostly able to keep it together. That was probably because of his control freak father who wouldn’t tolerate such things without discipline. That control freak made it so that Yoongi didn’t dare show most people his most vulnerable side, because vulnerability was weakness and made others think they could take advantage of you.

He didn’t really like when it happened at the dorms either, but sometimes he let it slip. Despite the chaos of yesterday he was in a bit of a weird mood. Maybe all of the cuddling had helped him relax enough to not be quick to anger at the moment, but for whatever reason as Tae whined at him he couldn’t help but smile. Maknaes were so nice to have, hyungs couldn’t just go around initiating hugs, whining, and cuddling without some pretty stranger looks from society, but they could respond to Maknaes.

Feeling childish he stuck out his tongue at Tae when he walked into the kitchen, smirking at the other boy. His mood would probably change when he had to deal with three new people in his surroundings, but for now he was in a playful and mischievous mood.

When Jimin mentioned the coffee pot Yoongi’s eyes widened in realization. That had honestly been on his list at some point right ahead of the vacuum, but he’d totally forgotten. He stood up dumping out the rest of the disgusting coffee in his cup and in the coffee pot, also unplugging it before saying,

“Ooops, sorry about that, guess it slipped my mind.”

He went to the hall and grabbed one of his tool boxes, and brought it back before examining the thing. He played around with it for a few minutes before he figured out the problem, but then stopped. His mischievious mind reminded him that another group was going to be coming, another group that would likely drink coffee. Why fix it before they came and waste a perfectly good prank?


Closing his toolbox without fixing it, Yoongi put it back where he belonged, getting questioning looks from some of the others,

“I’ve decided there’s no time if I want breakfast. I’ll fix it soon.”

Yoongi watched as Tae cleaned up and ruffled the other boy’s hair fondly,

“Good work,” and then because Jimin had actually done more work and without being asked he gave the boy a hug and bopped his nose when he wanted to be released, “and good work to you.”

Namjoon let out a little chuckle,

“Looks like cuddling does you a lot of good Suga-hyung.”

Yoongi snorted,

“Whatever you say oh fearless leader.”

Although he was half dragged out of the room by Namjoon they both managed to remember their backpacks and lunches, stuffing the lunch bag into their bags as they walked. Yoongi had to stop occasionally because of his chest, but Namjoon didn’t mind. He had always been the patient one.
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Jungkook nodded while Jimin was talking about Yoongi. It did sound like the other boy, who as far as Jungkook had seen was always acting tough, even though yesterday the maknae had seen another side to him. But if the other could fake it then he wasn’t like dying or anything and that was a relief. If there was any lasting damage Jungkook didn’t know how he would live with himself.

Jungkook could also understand wanting to prove how strong he is, because he did it himself. He was so afraid of being considered a liability that he tried a lot harder than your average person to do well. He was lucky to be blessed with talent, but it was hard being the only maknae, everyone assuming you are the weakest link and all that. Jungkook glared at the crutches he had gotten as if they were mocking him. He knew he was right to get them because they made it easier, but looking at them reminded him of his injury and annoyed him.


Hilariously for all he acted like he was so mature Jungkook had never even thought that Jin would be acting so oddly because he liked someone, so when Jimin said it as if it had been obvious Jungkook thought back to the day before and realized what Jimin had meant then about the hyungs ‘being obvious.’ It was weird to think of Seokjin being attracted to anyone. Sure he flirted with various people but that was all just made up. He didn’t have real feelings or bring anyone back to the dorm or anything. His mouth practically hung open as he tried to compute his school mommy having…feelings of that nature with anyone.

He thought back to the day before. Namjoon he could believe. It would explain how when Seokjin had yelled at him he looked so wrecked. Jungkook’s heart hurt for him even more. But if Seokjin liked him how could he hurt the other so badly, how could he see him cry so hard and just walk away. Seokjin wasn’t normally cruel. In fact, Jungkook did a lot of annoying things and for the most part Seokjin was patient with him about it. He wondered if Seokjin knew that Namjoon cared about him in such a way, if so maybe he was trying to dash the others hopes because he wasn’t interested. Otherwise Jungkook couldn’t reconcile hurting someone knowingly if you liked them.

“That’s terrible,” Jungkook said feeling even worse for Namjoon, “I can see how Namjoon likes Seokjin from what happened yesterday and all, but are we sure that Seokjin feels the same? Don’t get me wrong I think Namjoon is really cool and awesome and would make a great partner I’m sure, but Seokjin is always complaining about him and snapping at him. Jinnie-hyung is not usually a cruel person, but he says such mean things to Namjoon. How can we know he really likes him with all of that going on?”

Jungkook could remember a lot of fights and rants about Namjoon. While Yoongi was just scary or pegged as ‘the interloper’, Namjoon was the focus of most of Seokjin’s conversations. He remembered some of the really bad fights. Wanting to be on Seokjin’s side, but both sides just riled each other up so much it was hard to just take one. He’d always protect his hyung if it came down to it, but he felt protective of others as well at this point and his hyung was being so stubborn about fighting.

He didn’t like to think about Namjoon beating himself up, but it did seem likely, he’d seen when the other had taken on all the burdens of the team, like the amazing leader that he was. He was already obviously vulnerable and then Seokjin had finished the nail in the coffin. It was lucky that Namjoon hadn’t hurt himself or Seokjin would feel very guilty…although he hadn’t asked so maybe he should,

“Namjoon didn’t…physically hurt himself right?” Jungkook questioned, he knew that some people did in order to feel in control but he wanted to make sure that hadn’t been the case.

When Jimin questioned if Seokjin was still mad Jungkook really thought about it before answering,

“Last night Seokjin wanted to talk to us. He did apologize, but it sounded more like he was sorry for dragging us into the ‘punishment’ of living together. He tried to admonish me and tell us that we had to keep to ourselves, but I snapped back at him. Then I asked why it was so hard just to get along and he legit walked away while we were talking. This morning he cooked us breakfast, but we didn’t talk. I just don’t understand why he’s being like this.”

He paused before he remembered something,

“But interestingly Hoseok-hyung told Seokjin that this was an ‘opportunity’ which Seokjin corrected as a ‘punishment’ so we may be able to convince Hoseok-hyung to help. I don’t know how much he will help exactly because he seems to be quite scared of Yoongi-hyung, but who knows what will happen when we live together.”

As if Hoseok had heard him talking about him Jungkook’s phone pinged and there was a text from Hoseok about him leaving his lunch and that it was in the fridge if he wanted it, he texted back a thank you and that he’d pick it up at lunch time, before looking back up at the other maknaes.

Jungkook looked down noting the papers before them, but not questioning them or why so many were blank,

“So now that it looks like the hyungs are going to divide the rooms as they want by group do you guys have any ideas on how we can get them together?” he asked separating the blanks from ones with writing, “otherwise is there any other important things we need to do?”
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Yoongi noticed when Hoseok and Seokjin came in. He was still feeling mischievous and he tended to get really into his roles when he was spying or in disguise. Maybe it was because he didn’t worry about his reputation and wouldn’t get back to his father, but either way Suga was going to go with this disguise.

Yoongi considered his options. He could mess with Seokjin by flirting with Namjoon, but he’d pretty much done that yesterday and he didn’t want anyone thinking that Namjoon was some kind of man whore that changed love interests every day. That was so far from the truth is was insane, but people always misconstrued Namjoon. Plus Yoongi was in a bit of a flirty, yet diva like mood. He looked across at the two boys and decided even to mess with him he didn’t think he could pretend to be into Seokjin. Didn’t the boy have a big enough head. But he had enjoyed messing with Hoseok before and he could do it again.

A diva didn’t get up, even if she or he was the aggressor. They made men go to them. Which is precisely what Yoongi planned. But first he had to get Hoseok’s attention. Yoonji, as he was going to call this disguise stared at Hoseok until ‘she’ got his attention before playing with her hair and sending him a short smile. ‘She’ mouthed a hello, before obviously purposely flicking her pen on to the floor in front of her while maintaining eye contact.

Namjoon almost ruined it when he reached forward to pick it up, but Yoonji slapped his hand real quickly before indicating to Hoseok that ‘she’ wanted HIM to get it. Namjoon was surely confused, but he had his own distractions at the moment so Yoonji got away with it. Yoonji quietly worked to clear ‘her’ voice so that ‘she’ could talk in a slightly higher pitch so as not to be quickly given away, then ‘she’ waited to see if Hoseok would pick up the bait. ‘She’ preferred not to go over there, but if ‘she’ had to then ‘she’ would make the boy even more uncomfortable.

Mr. Key of course heard it all, but he found it to be hilarious and the other teacher and at least one more guest was still not here yet so he decided to start the class slightly late to give them more time to arrive and Yoongi more time to play around. Plus technically class wasn’t even supposed to start for at least five minutes. He did send a text to Gdragon though, wondering if some kind of super hero situation came up and he’d be teaching class himself again. Not that he would have minded as this one was going to be great.

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The boy or girl next to Namjoon meanwhile either seemed rather bored or intrigued by Namjoon. Once Yoongi had been revealed he of course felt he mostly knew what was going on and that had allowed him to feel confident in peeking up at their teacher, but he was nervous to freak out the person next to him so he kept avoiding it.

This in turn left Taemin, the person next to him, a little perplexed. Taemin hated that he always had to be the one to dress up like a girl. People said it was because he was the most convincing, which was probably true but that made it worse rather than better. He supposed most Maknae’s got stuck with that part and it did come in handy. There was definitely a reason that Taemin strictly taught maknae classes at the moment. The only thing that helped him to get through these things was the fact that pretty much everyone in his group could pass as female, even the most masculine person he felt he knew Choi Minho could do it.

That was another odd thing Taemin didn’t understand how Minho could be so calm about it. Maybe it was the confidence that came with being seen as so manly every other time. Whatever the case Minho thought it was funny or different and Taemin wished he could too. Key seemed to outright enjoy it, although that guy loved playing characters in general, as someone who could read thoughts he supposed that also helped acting as a woman. But Taemin was treated like a female and a baby most of the time which annoyed him.

In order to get his mind off of these thoughts he decided to talk to the ‘safe’ guy next to him. The boy was rather shy and it was nice to not be the only one flustered by a situation for once so he had prodded him.

“It’s okay you know I don’t bite.” At least not children he thought with a little snicker as the boy looked over at him and then quickly across the room at another boy and then back nervously.

Taemin looked over to see a beautiful boy, too young for Taemin’s tastes, but definitely good looking. He looked back to Namjoon and tried to hold back a giggle. Was the boy nervous that his boyfriend would catch him talking to someone else? If that’s the case they shouldn’t be sitting so far apart. But the other boy didn’t seem nearly as concerned as the one next to him. So maybe it was a fight?

“Did you get into a fight with your boyfriend?” he questioned innocently.

The boy sputtered a bit before saying,

“He’s not my boyfriend.” With alarm.

“Ah so it’s a crush. I know how that feels.” Taemin said a little forlorn as he looked over at the changing rooms to see Key step into Minho’s to assumedly fix something for him, before looking back at a wide eyed Namjoon.

Now he really felt for the boy,

“Honestly I’m not hitting on you even though you seem pretty mature I’m into older guys myself, but if it helps I can help you at least make the kid jealous.” Taemin said placing a hand on Namjoon’s knee, before looking over at the other boy somewhat daringly.

If he had to be in girls clothes at least he could do something fun like maybe some matchmaking and if Minho happened to see it and got all manly and jealous so be it. If Key could have fun with this than so could Taemin.

Namjoon wasn’t sure what he should do in this kind of situation so he did nothing, but his ears turned bright red upon being touched on the knee. The boy-girl next to him wasn’t making much sense. Seokjin wasn’t going to be jealous, he didn’t even want to be in the same country as Namjoon let alone actually paying attention to him. Not to mention that even if Seokjin did end up getting jealous what was he supposed to do with that information? He had to stay away from those control powers and out of trouble and most importantly keep Seokjin safe from himself.

No one who was interested in another person wanted that person hurt. They wanted to protect the other and shield them from harm. But what did one do when they were the danger? Stay away from that person that’s what they did and if they couldn’t bare it they nit picked and squabbled until the other turned away from them all by themselves. That’s what Namjoon had chosen, way before Taemin had put his hand on his knee and set his ears on fire. But he didn’t move his leg away, he was too nervous and besides maybe a very small part of him wanted to see if it was true. If Seokjin even noticed. Not that he had hope or anything about it, but Namjoon had always been a curious person. He supposed a little experiment wouldn’t be too bad.

Besides he didn’t have the guts to touch the hands to remove them and so he allowed it, although he was unable to look his neighbor in the eyes and that’s how he missed Yoongi, or Yoonji’s actions except for the pen dropping. So he had no way to stop either side from happening.

 

[underoos]

The answer hadn't been deflected, really, but it hadn't fully acknowledged Jimin's careful words. He noticed this, despite Namjoon's clever way of maneuvering carefully around the subject. While it may not have hit his hyung fully, at least the words were out there. There would be plenty more time to convince the leader of his words, but the bubbling of the lid over the soup caught Jimin's attention briefly. "You only say that because I made you breakfast," he said teasingly, knowing that Namjoon wouldn't want the conversation to linger. "Suck up."

With the promise of the coffee pot to be fixed (and Jimin would certainly follow up on this promise), he was pleased that both himself and Taehyung received pleasant affectionate responses from Yoongi. Not that it took a lot to get them out of him, but Yoongi initiating them was usually another story. Jimin beamed, releasing his hyung once he had bopped his nose and bounced on his toes. With pleasant goodbyes, the start to their days had began.

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As Jimin spoke, Taehyung could see the realization passing on Jungkook's expression. Though still grumpy, he had to huff the smallest laugh at the way the maknae looked so suprised at the news. Had it not been that obvious to him this whole time of what they were talking about? Poor baby. He scooted his chair over to Jungkook's side, being careful of his injury, and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"Trust me, Kookie," Taehyung said in a lilting tone, wrapping a hand lightly around Jungkook's arm as he spoke. "They like each other. I don't know why Seokjin acts the way he does, but there's a way he looks at Namjoon. I don't know how to describe it, but it's the way Namjoon looks at him. Masked, but... there. And he focuses on him a lot in our team classes. Yesterday, too." He frowned a bit. "It could be denial. Or coping. I don't know, honestly. But either way, they need to stop being so ignorant and realize how much they like each other. And how well they could work together."

"One thing at a time, Tae," Jimin hummed, tapping lightly at the papers that were spread out before them, tracing small circles around a sentence on one.

At the question, Taehyung jerked up in surprise. Hurt himself? He turned to look at Jimin, brows furrowed, and Jimin looked back. "No...? I-I don't think so. He went to his room for a while, but I thought he just needed some alone time after today." The healer seemed preoccupied with this thought now. Namjoon always had his methods of handling stress, so Jimin had some trust in him that he hadn't. "I'm sure he didn't." Jimin said firmly, setting that thought aside.

Taehyung and Jimin exchanged another look at the report of Jin's ongoing anger. At the mention of Hoseok being a potential ally, Jimin perked up a bit more. "Really?" he asked. "I mean, Hoseok-hyung's always been a bit optimistic, hasn't he? Maybe he'll see it too..."

Jimin pursed his lips as he thought deeply. It would take a lot to get Seokjin and Namjoon to share a room, if it worked at all. "I can share a room with Yoongi, or maybe you and Taehyung. But we need someone to be able to keep Yoongi from separating them." He brought out a pen, making a little diagram on one of the pages. "I think I have the best luck with that, and y'know... healer. So that might work to make that excuse. Which means Tae and you could 'guilt trip' Seokjin into letting Jungkook into staying with him, or if all else fails, kidnap him anyways. Which means Namjoon, Jungkook and I could share, but Seokjin wouldn't allow that and throw Hoseok in there instead." It sounded foolproof, but in all honesty he wasn't if it would really work. There were so many stubborn group mates among them. Namely, the hyungs, minus Hoseok, that the puzzle they thought should be easy really wasn't.

"But until we move in later, we won't know if this will really work. So we have to keep thinking about this through the day..." Jimin puffed out his cheeks, thinking about what else they had to do. "I think the most important thing is to focus on this, make sure we can actually get them to interact, before we try to go forward with a next step. Once things start to fall in place... then the good stuff comes in." He checked his phone, huffing. "Remind me, I have to check on Yoongi hyung before class ends. Maybe... 20 minutes from now?"

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Hoseok came to sit down next to Seokjin, setting his bag down as he waited for class to start. "I wonder what we're doing," he said, mostly to himself, as he looked at the strange dressing rooms on the side of the room. His gaze continued to wander, wondering what else about the classroom could give him a hint as to what they were doing.

His gaze skipped over a girl next to Namjoon to the man himself, though he wasn't looking in Hoseok's direction, and smiled anyways before continuing on and noticing a girl with a short bob staring at him. He blinked in surprise, nearly looking behind himself to see if anyone else was there, only to realize it was a wall there instead. She was definitely looking at him and even said hello, her mouth softly forming the syllables. There was a small clatter and he noticed her pen on the floor.

A bit flustered, he didn't think she realized that she had dropped her pen and stood up nearly immediately, leaving Seokjin. There was a momentary noise of surprise from the elder, trying to ask where in the hell he was going, but he was already crossing the room to where the pen laid abandoned on the floor in front of the pretty girl. He knelt down, picking it up and handing it to her in his still knelt position. "E-excuse me, miss! I think you dropped this, so I came over to hand it back to you." He smiled, an attempt at his beaming hope smile, but a tiny bit of bashfulness bled its way into his expression. She really was attractive. "Be extra careful. Don't want to lose something on accident."

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Seokjin watched as Hoseok rushed over to pick up the fallen pen of the girl across the room. Man, he'd never seen him so smitten before. With a raised eyebrow, he watched with interest and amusement, leaning forward in his seat to try and get a better view of Hoseok's expression. A movement from beside them caught his attention and he looked up.

The other girl, on Namjoon's other side, was touching his knee. A flare of something unknown welled up in Seokjin's chest and he paused for a moment, his eyes caught on the knee with pursed lips and a glare as though it would take the hand away.

Why would someone touch Namjoon? No one had the right to. Hell, wasn't he supposed to be close with Yoongi, or something? And that wasn't-

No, why did he care? He didn't care. Not at all.

But as his gaze flickered back to Hoseok, the pen outstretched in his hand, he couldn't help but let his gaze stray back to Namjoon and the mystery girl's hand on his leg. His spine had straightened, a look of concentration on his face as he tried to decide what to do. Was there anything he really could do? He only prayed class would start soon, so that maybe this girl would keep her hands to herself. Though, in the mean time, watching Hoseok make a fool of himself could prove to be good entertainment/

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Namjoon smiled at Jimin’s comment taking a bite with a big smile rather than responding before dragging Yoongi out of the door.
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Jungkook smiled as Taehyung rested his chin on his shoulder. He liked that bond and closeness. He listened as the boy spoke and although Seokjin liking someone was still a strange idea, it felt more understandable with Taehyung explaining it while linking arms. He found himself nodding. Actually he really admired Namjoon, so if Seokjin had to ever date someone, Namjoon would be his favorite choice for him. Then it would be like a mom and a dad, rather than a Mom and well…Hoseok was like an Uncle to him he supposed more than anything. Jungkook snickered thinking about it, Uncle Hoseok. He’d have to call him that some time.

Pulling himself together,

“Okay, I trust that you guys would know, you and Jimin are definitely good at understanding people’s feelings,” Jungkook said before nodding, “I definitely agree. If they do end up dating that would make becoming a group a lot easier…unless they break up,” Jungkook’s eyes opened wide and he quickly knocked on the wood of the desk in front of him, “oh no I’ve doomed their relationship from the start!” he said suddenly feeling a bit panicky from it.

Thankfully the other two were very soothing presences.

Jungkook relaxed a bit when Jimin reassured him that Namjoon hadn’t hurt himself physically at least. That was a relief. He was quite sure that if Namjoon had then he would have even more reason to be upset with Seokjin. Although now that he thought of it, being angry at Seokjin wasn’t going to help the situation…or was it? Could Jungkook use it as a tool for trying to get their way in room assignments? He’d have to see he supposed.

Jungkook smiled when Hoseok was brought up,

“If you guys see it then Hoseok-hyung probably does too. He is pretty much Seokjin-hyung’s best friend at this point, so for all I know he’s saying those nice things to help Seokjin-hyung figure out his feelings. It’s definitely worth a shot.” He put in.

Jungkook was getting a bit lost at all the switching of the people in the dorms so he decided to say what he thought sounded best,

“So…we are trying to get Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung to share, then Yoongi-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and you Jimin-hyung, and then Taehyung and I will share a room?” he questioned, “that sounds good, but how do we do it?”

Jungkook wracked his brain for an answer. Maybe he could insist on staying in a room with Namjoon and Taehyung could insist with staying in a room with Seokjin and then they could both insist on staying together, and then they could lock the two in the room and run away? That didn’t seem very much of a long-term plan, so he tried again. Maybe they could trick Namjoon and Seokjin into agreeing using wordplay? …but no that wouldn’t work, those two were like genius’s with that stuff. In that case…maybe Jungkook could make a trail of Seokjin's favorite snacks straight to Namjoon’s bed and then claim that anyone who enters a room has to stay there…damn it, this was going to be hard!

Jungkook listened to Jimin deciding to take a break from thinking about what to do, he definitely agreed with his hyung, nodding, although he didn’t know what the good stuff was, but he didn’t want to look naïve again so he let that go,

“Yes the more interaction the better.”

Upon being asked to remind Jimin to check on Yoongi-hyung Jungkook set a timer on his phone. Now they would definitely know when twenty minutes from now was.

They still had hours to think about how to get the dorm set up that they wanted. But then it dawned on him that he might have an idea,

“Hmm I think I may have something,” Jungkook began unsurely, “I get the feeling that we might be ‘checked up on’ by Mr. Shim or one of the other teachers, what if we go find Mr. Shim and ask who will be coming and maybe convince them of the dorm arrangements? Mr. Shim said he wouldn’t choose who went with whom, but if there is another teacher that’s going to do it then they didn’t promise that. Right?”

He wasn’t sure how easy that would be, and depending on the teacher it might back fire, but just maybe it could work.

In fact, since they had twenty minutes until they had to check on Yoongi-hyung in class, maybe they could go now and not even have to think of it. But of course that was only if the Hyungs agreed. They would know if it was a good idea or not.
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To say that Yoongi was feeling feisty and powerful would be a bit of an understatement. Today was one of those days that he was fine with dressing up as a woman. Tomorrow he might be mortified by it, but not now, and especially not when people didn’t know. Hell he might even care when they did. It all depended on his mood. As long as his reputation stayed in tact all would be fine. For now he could play.

He smiled down at Hoseok as if he was a goddess, helped by Hoseok’s kneeling position. He cleared his through again to check how his voice sounded and thought he could probably pass, he had a kind of mid range voice as it was so al he had to do was push it to the higher octave. He smiled as at Hoseok as he reached his right hand forward and made sure to brush the other boy’s fingers lightly, as if by accident,

“What a gentleman, thank you,” Yoonji said matching the beaming smile with a more coy one, before taking the pen and turning Hoseok’s palm over and writing a number on it, before folding the other boy’s hand over the number, “chivalry should be rewarded after all.”

Now that he had made a good impression it was time to further the plot before class started. So Yoongi patted the seat next to herself on the other side of Namjoon with a smile,

“Why don’t we get better acquainted?” he purred, and then without further ado he pressed, “what’s your type?”

Yoongi knew he was being bold but he had to do some damage before class began, he’d have to wait and see if it was in his favor for now.

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Namjoon risked a glance at Seokjin, before quickly looking away. Seokjin looked pissed. Could Namjoon hope that was jealous showing? He could hope that of course, but he didn’t think it was very likely. It was more likely that Namjoon did something that made Seokjin pissed and he didn’t even realize it.

Taemin who was older, wiser, and most importantly an outsider and thus had a better view on these sort of things smiled at Namjoon a bit excited for him,

“See,” the pretty figure next to Namjoon insisted half giggling, “he is so interested! He’s trying to look at something else but he keeps being drawn to us. I don’t understand why he’s not approaching but-“ here Taemin paused reaching his hand up to stop Namjoon from looking, “Don’t look! You have to play it cool if you want him to actually do something.”

Namjoon practically jumped when a hand came to his face and stopped his head from turning. Thankfully it was the one on his leg so he felt a little less self-conscious about that.

Unfortunately apparently all this was not over,

“Listen I really appreciate the help, but it’s really complicated with Seokjin and I, so I’m not sure how to-” Namjoon began but Taemin shushed him, looking rather cute when they did it.

“Sh! We don’t have time for this we have to keep the momentum going,” he said wondering how to do so before snapping his fingers, “aha! That’s right, I’ll pretend you said something really witty and laugh and flirtily hit your arm and we’ll see if that helps move things along with your Seokjin.”

Once again Namjoon tried to explain,

“He’s not my Seokjin, as I’ve tried to explain-“ he began but the instructors friend began to laugh and hit his arm like he said something rather hilarious.

Then rather loudly they said,

“You are too funny! How is it that you’re still single?” he questioned, before beginning to rub the arm that he had swatted, “oh and you feel pretty muscular for a brainiac.”

Namjoon thought that a moment such as this would be a really good time to be put out of his misery. But alas fate and his teacher were cruel, because upon exiting the dressing room of another, Mr. Key looked like he had no problem using an entire class to watch the events in the classroom unfold and the other teacher was still nowhere to be seen.

 

[underoos]

Taehyung seemed quite thoughtful as the discussion of Hoseok continued. Could that be the tipping point? Four against three. The maknaes (and Hoseok) would have an advantage in that aspect. And of the three that would oppose them, two of them just needed to get their heads out of their- ...um… he glanced at Jimin as though he would know what he was thinking, waiting for an admonishment. They needed to figure out their feelings, Taehyung amended, and then it would just be convincing Yoongi how good this would be for all of them. Hoseok didn’t like confrontation, probably the most out of anyone in the two groups.

Perhaps that was the key, then. They could convince Hobi to help by assuring him that if they all pitched and did their hardest to bring Jin and Joon together, there would be less fighting between the two groups!

As far as putting the plan in action… Taehyung puffed out his cheeks as he listened to Jungkook brainstorm. All good ideas, but they lacked the final ‘oomph’ that would get the two leaders to share a room. He dug his chin in a little harder to Jungkook’s shoulder as he listened half-heartedly to Jungkook and Jimin talk.

But, as expected by their golden maknae, the kid had a plan that brightened both the ‘95-liners’ faces. “You’re absolutely right!” Jimin said, snapping his fingers into the shape of a finger gun. “Mr. Shim said he wouldn’t group us up himself. But… there has to be a chaotic teacher out there who would love to see something go wrong. Especially one that the hyungs have now.” Wasn’t there a teacher he overheard Namjoon and Yoongi talking about when they first got their schedules? A teacher with a knack for getting irritated with his students and enjoyed playing with them?

“Ooh,” Taehyung sung, catching on. He’d heard the same conversation and, like clockwork, both he and Jimin straightened up, pointing a finger at each other. “Mr. Key!” Taehyung’s loud screech, completing the thought that Jimin had been trying to remember, echoed in the otherwise empty classroom.

Jimin snorted, slapping a hand over Tae’s mouth. “We’ll get caught if you aren’t quiet,” he hushed him before leaning over and ruffling Jungkook’s hair. “Good catch, Jungkook. This might just work…” He tapped a finger on the desk. “Class doesn’t end for a while. We could check up on Yoongi-hyung and stay behind. Say we have questions about something for Mr. Key for next year’s classes.”

“I just don’t want to go to class,” Taehyung whined. “I’m sure hyungs aren’t doing anything better than sitting in a lecture.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Do you want this to work or not, Tae?” He received a silent pout which he took for a reluctant ‘ok’. “What do you say, Kook-ah? Should we put this plan in action?” And hope it worked? He thought to himself, not daring to voice it out loud.

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Hoseok’s face seemed to be a never ending flush at this point. Red continued to creep into his cheeks. His mom always called him a tomato when he was embarrassed or shy (which was all the time, it seemed).

Right now was no exception. Especially as the thin fingers of the girl in front of him curled his own into the palm of his hand, covering the fresh ink that was written into his hand. His mouth opened and closed a couple times. Chivalry rewarded… his brain couldn’t comprehend what happened, his heart pounding in confusion and excitement.

He opened his hand to stare as he continued to kneel on the ground before the girl (who was becoming less of a girl in his eyes and more like… like… a goddess. Pretty and so entrancing…).

“M-My type?” he stuttered out, scrambling for the chair that she had patted for him. His type?! What was his type?! If he said anything offensive, would she be angry? He absentmindedly rubbed above the phone number she had put on his hand, his eyes searching out Jin whose eyes flickered consistently between him and… Namjoon? However, he didn’t help him out, too focused on whatever was happening a couple chairs over.

Why did she have to ask such a question??

“Y-Yeah! My type. Um. Pretty girls!” he exclaimed. Pretty was always a compliment, wasn’t it? He was so confident in his choice too. It wasn't like he'd thought about this before; girls were the last thing on his mind, typically.

But then, as he thought about it, wouldn't that maybe be an insult too? What if she was the type of girl who didn't like superficial comments about her appearance? "And smart girls! Smart- they don't have to be pretty. I mean, I like pretty girls. Girls. I like... all girls..." He trailed off. "You're pretty." He finally blurted, unable to be smooth or subtle at all.

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Keeping an eye on Hoseok (who was failing miserably at flirting) and whatever the hell was going on with Namjoon had Seokjin constantly looking back and forth. Both Namjoon and Hoseok were having conversations with girls. Hoseok seemed smitten while Namjoon seemed a bit more... calm, perhaps even uncomfortable.

And then she was slapping Namjoon's arm and laughing at something hilarious Namjoon had said and Jin felt the same unknown feeling continue to creep into his throat, making it feel constricted. What was it? Felt like anger, but... shit. He wasn't jealous. There was no way he could be jealous at all. If Namjoon wanted to flirt with some random girl across the room, it was none of his problem. Hell, Hoseok was, and he had no problem with that! So why did he care so much now?

"Yah!" he finally said, finding himself rising to his feet before he could stop. The chaos in the room of other students talking and walking around was enough to mask his outburst and keep attention off of him, thankfully, or else he'd be embarrassed. His eyes were trained on Namjoon and the other girl, quite intensely. Most times, when he wanted to be mean to Namjoon, it was in a snarky yet playful way. Sometimes it was out of anger when their two teams were truly in a fight (primarily between him and Yoongi) but most of the time it was just because he wanted to rile him up, not to truly be angry and insulting. Thinking about it now, he never really wanted a fight with Namjoon unless he felt the other had truly done something wrong or if Jin was feeling particularly insecure, something he found himself feeling around the leader sometimes. He supposed it was just something ingrained in his head to be rude back and forth with the other team.

But they were all too deep in this rivalry to back out, he had always told himself. Becoming friends now... it just couldn't happen. So he stared, conflicted but still with the need to separate the two in front of him. "Stop flirting. No one wants to see that," he said, the bite in his words a bit weaker, but the insistence that they stop still there. He glared at the hand that was rubbing Namjoon's arm, his own hand twitching a bit. "This is class. I'm here for a lecture, not to watch you two cuddle."

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Jungkook smiled triumphantly at being told he was right. Ever the poster child for positive reinforcement he ducked his head with a slight blush, bumping his head into Taehyungs briefly, but pulling back feeling fantastic. A chaotic teacher was sure to be found. When Tae mentioned Mr. Key Jungkook remembered the clip of Yoongi he’d been sent. He was perfect! Jungkook cheered silently, not wanting to get into trouble like Tae had as his hair was ruffled.

Jungkook was excited to start the plan so he nodded agreement at Jimin when the boy suggested they go check on Yoongi. He wanted to make sure everything was alright with the others, and thought it would be a good idea if he went in to at the very least be a buffer. When Tae whinned Jungkook petted the other boys hair,

“You never know. I’ve heard Mr. Key’s classes are pretty unusual.”

He was about to offer to carry the other boy if it was a laziness thing, but then remembered that he was on crutches himself so snorted at his own thoughts. Not this time anyway.

Jungkook listened as Jimin asked Tae if he wanted things to work or not. He checked his phone to see where Mr. Key’s first class was and memorized the room number. He was pretty good about directions. Jungkook nodded as if he’d been asked and then when he was addressed he stood up grabbing his crutches happily,

“Yes, we should go right now.” Excited he looked at the other two and then began to swing himself as far as his crutches would allow, not wanting to fall behind the other two with their legs working. He was curious to see this unusual class and how everyone was doing after all the drama of the day before.

Before he knew it he’d rounded the last corner he’d had to take and ended up standing outside the classroom looking in. The room was set up oddly and there were quite a few women, which caused Jungkook to step back a moment nervous. Except in the midst of adrenaline, Jungkook pretty much feared women.

He turned ready to call Tae and Jimin to hide behind them when he came face to face with an older woman.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked with a mischievous smile. Her skirt was so short that Jungkook was afraid to look down.

Jungkook shook his head before beginning to shake a bit. He was nervous,

“T-T-Tae! J-J-Jimin!” he called desperately to his friends, gulping and backing up into the door frame nervously.

“Am I that scary looking?” the woman mused as another older woman noticed and game to the door,

“Ji-yong you’re late, I thought I was going to have to do class alone again.” The Other woman said causing Jungkook to flatten himself tremendously against the door to not touch that one either.

“Sorry, not all of us wake up like this.” The short skirted woman commented.

The woman from the classroom laughed,

“That’s unfortunate, being naturally beautiful does have it’s advantages,” the woman from the classroom said before noticing the boy half hyperventilating and on crutches that were pressed up against him like a shield, “whose this?”

“Not sure, but he reminds me of a bunny.” The hall woman mused.

“Is there something we can help you with honey?” The class woman questioned.

Jungkook bit his lip feeling trapped and desperately hoped that the other two would catch up quickly. For now all he could do was stutter incoherently,

“J-Jimin? Y-Y-Yoongi? Mr. Ke-Key?”

The sophisticated woman laughed,

“We may have broke him.”

The other one nodded, but added,

“Well we weren’t the first judging from these crutches,” he began, “but you’d better sit down and catch your breath young man you look ready to have a heart attack.”

With that both women helped him sit in the chair that was right next to the classroom door,

“When you’ve caught your breath and can talk a little more properly you can tell us what you need.” The classroom woman insisted as the sophisticated woman nodded and added to the other,

“Let’s discuss our plan one more time while the students are preoccupied.”

The other nodded and they walked behind the teacher’s desk to chat. Jungkook shook slightly from his seat hoping that Tae would just teleport with Jimin at this point so that he could bury himself in one of their arms and hide his apple colored face. He’d said it before and he’d say it again. Girls were scary.
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Min Yoongi was feeling a little intoxicated by his own power at the moment as Min Yoonji. It was nice to not have to worry about reputation and just do whatever one wanted for the time being. It was also amusing to see Hoseok red and stuttering. Yoonji watched magnanimously as Hoseok stared then looked like he was searching for a life line.

Yoongi wasn’t particularly the helpful type in this kind of situation. He liked reactions and someone like Hoseok was a canvas of them. He watched with half hooded eyes as Hoseok scrambled to answer his question. When the boy said pretty girls he’d almost played it up and asked if he was pretty, but Hoseok had answered that Yoonji was. Then he’d added that a girl should be smart. At that Yoonji grabbed Namjoon's glasses and put them on his head,

"Smart you say?"

Then confusingly Hoseok stated that he liked all girls. Yoonji laughed lightly at that, but decided to play it up,

“Oh?” he questioned, pouting and batting his eye lashes, “so you like all girls?”

Suddenly he felt a pain in his stomach, a reminder that he should probably take his medicine, but he didn’t want to. Instead he took a second to press his hands against his stomach, before ignoring it for his role.

Yoonji reached forward and cupped the other boys face with his hands, keeping them open as he pouted,

“How mean, Hoseokie is a player,” Yoonji made a cute disappointed face, “is Yoonji not smart enough to keep Hoseok-oppa’s attention all to herself?”

Normal Yoongi would probably be fairly disgusted with himself over such words and actions later, but for now he was getting into the character. Korean guys tended to love such things. It was nice to make Hoseok sweat and he hadn’t flirted in a while, so although it was different, it was nice to try his hand once again. He wondered how long Hoseok could put up with it though. He was so wrapped up in his playing and acting that he didn’t even notice what was going on between Namjoon and Seokjin. But that was the price for method acting though, wasn’t it?

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Namjoon noticed a lot of things about Seokjin, which is why, even though the class was in chaos he heard the boy slightly yell. But since it was Namjoon he also didn’t understand why. Glancing over at Hoseok and Yoongi Namjoon figured that Seokjin must have figured out who Yoongi was and decided to do something about it. Namjoon kept his eyes fixed right at the neck of the girl, er boy next to him, nervous that he would be dragged into the issue himself.

After a few seconds he heard Seokjin say out loud to stop flirting. He elbowed Yoongi gently assuming that he was referring to them,

“You heard the man you’ve had your fun.” he also took back his glasses for good measure.

Yoongi looked over his shoulder at Namjoon snottily,

“Why should I?” he looked back at Hoseok and breathed, “do you want me to stop Hoseokie? Am I being a bad girl?” he practically purred.

Namjoon gagged even considering that,

“Yoongi.”

The guy-girl smacked his leg whispering,

“He’s not saying it to your friend, he’s saying it to you!” he said excitedly, “I told you, jealous!”

Namjoon dared to look up at Seokjin to see his eyes trained on his arm. Maybe it wasn’t Yoongi after all.

"This is class. I'm here for a lecture, not to watch you two cuddle."

Any hope that Seokjin might have been jealous dashed at that. Namjoon couldn’t blame him for not wanting his studies interrupted. Maybe seeing Namjoon in general just disgusted the other boy in general.

“Sorry,” Namjoon said nervously, not looking over at the other boy as he pulled himself away from Taemin, “thanks for the help, but I shouldn’t distract people from class.”

Taemin sighed shaking his head before getting up,

“High Schoolers are so oblivious.” He said to himself aloud before moving to the other side of the room, to the desk closest to the changing rooms to be as close to Minho as possible.

Namjoon glanced up at Seokjin,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb your studies, it’s just-” he began when he was cut off by a loud familiar sound as two boys popped there heads into the classroom, both being glomped by a frightened looking golden maknae.

He looked over processing that Jimin had actually come to check up on Yoongi, who seemed to be doing fine, but one could never fully tell with that one, but he was surprised by the other too,

“Taehyung? Jungkook? What are you two doing here?”

 

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As Jungkook got up, quick to head down the hall, Taehyung was about to protest. He could transport them all there, no problem. Plus, he wanted to stay with the maknae. When it was just him and Jimin, it always felt like a piece was missing. Jimin was always the quiet and good one. Sure, he could get into trouble too when he wanted to, but he knew when to reign back Taehyung. They were a good pair, always in sync. But sometimes Taehyung wished he had someone else to actually mess around with.

When Jungkook came along, it excited Taehyung. He fit in perfect. He was like the both of them, in some ways. Where Taehyung was on one end of the medium and Jimin on the other, Jungkook fit himself in to play on both sides and become what felt like the missing link. Taehyung and Jimin both had become close to the maknae because of this, but sometimes Taehyung had the feeling that he and Jungkook were just a bit closer at times.

But Jimin was quick to reach out a hand and stop him from jogging after the maknae, shrugging. "Just let him go. I think he's excited, too, and needs to move around a bit. We'll catch up when we catch up."

Reluctantly Tae agreed, and the two of them walked together in a comfortable silence down the halls.

It was fine until they heard the terrified call for them just a few doors short of the classroom they were supposed to be in. Taehyung cocked his head, turning to Jimin to verify if he'd heard it too. Jimin nodded and Taehyung grabbed his arm, the both of them appearing in the doorway to find the maknae sitting on a chair, looking thoroughly embarrassed and a little upset.

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Turns out his words were coming back to haunt him. The girl took Namjoon's glasses and perched them atop her head, which really didn't help Hoseok in the moment. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. It didn't look bad at all.

"I mean- not all girls. I just- I didn't want to narrow the list and be offensive-" he stopped himself rambling, biting the inside of his cheek as the girl (Yoonji, apparently, as she spoke her name as she leaned closer) started to speak again. His eyes widened at the way she spoke, his throat constricting. "Oh, no! That's not what I meant. I'm sure you're smart, I... I'm paying attention. I swear." He gulped nervously, trying to make the situation better.

A bad girl?! Oh. He licked his lips nervously as Namjoon was trying to get Yoonji to stop. He was thirsty. Where was his- right. His water. He stretched his arm, grabbing the water bottle from his bag and pulled it back, taking a large gulp from it. A familiar name was uttered from Namjoon's lips and he choked a bit, the water dripping out of his mouth and into his lap. "Wait, what?" he asked, looking between the two of them as he ignored the water that was splashed down his front. "What's your name?"



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It seemed as though Namjoon had ignored him at first, talking to the girl beside him instead and Seokjin huffed. So he was just going to ignore him? What the hell was going on with Namjoon these days? First he's with Yoongi, now he's flirting with these girls in class. The nerve of this guy, Seokjin swore! Yeah, he was a total flirt himself. He liked to wink and sweet talk his way through anything. Charisma was his shit. Obviously, considering his power. But still. He huffed, crossing his arms until Namjoon finally noticed him.

The two of them pulled away, the girl looking more disappointed than Namjoon himself. She muttered something as she walked by, something about being oblivious, but he didn't pay much attention. His gaze remained on Namjoon, finally moving up to his face as he apologized. Jin was about to wave him off when Namjoon's attention snapped to the entrance of the room and his did too.

Jungkook looked like he'd seen a ghost. Taehyung and Jimin just looked confused, both grasping the kid to keep him upright and from tilting over. They wrangled him back into a chair, dropping into the seats beside him. He nearly voiced the same concern, wondering why the maknaes all had come to the class. Instead, he strode over, crouching in front of them all. "What happened?" he asked, trying to push the thought of Namjoon out of his head and focus on the kids instead. "Why aren't the three of you in class? What did he do?" He poked the youngest's knee, frowning thoroughly at the red cheeks. He raised his hand to his forehead, wondering if it were a fever.

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Jimin and Taehyung had managed to get Jungkook to sit before seating themselves. Looks like class hadn't started at all, if everyone milling about was any indicator. Taehyung left Jimin to deal with Jungkook and Jin as he focused on Namjoon. "We came with Jimin," he said simply, like that was all the explanation Namjoon needed.

Jimin, however, smiled apologetically to Seokjin as he wrapped an arm around Jungkook in a comforting manner. Using his powers, he searched for signs of injury on him, his hand glowing lightly, but it seemed the only thing wrong was his leg. Huh. Looks like he must have bumped into something terrifying. "He's not hurt."

"Jungkook, what-" Seokjin stopped, looking up at a lady walking by before the puzzle pieces clicked together. "Aish..." He was quiet for a moment before he dropped his head onto Jungkook's knee, trying to bite back laughter. It failed, and the first peal of laughter out of his mouth made Jimin jump. It took Seokjin a moment to recover himself, looking up with a grin on his face. "Jungkook. What have we talked about? Girls aren't going to hurt you, bud." He felt bad for laughing at him in this state, but c'mon... Jungkook would look back on it and probably laugh too. Probably.

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Jungkook was beyond relieved when Tae and Jimin showed up, using them as barriers between himself and the many, many women that seemed to be in the classroom. He grabbed at Tae but the boy hadn’t seen it and had decided to go talk to Namjoon instead leaving Kookie to grasp again, and this time get Jimin. Jungkook was quite strong from all of his work outs so he may have grasped Jimin’s shirt a little too tightly, but he was not letting go of his friend until he stopped smelling perfume or was pushed to another male.

“There are so many of them.” He whispered ominously looking at the side of the changing rooms.
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Yoongi wanted to laugh, but he bit his lip instead. Hoseok was honestly hilarious. Thank goodness he was not actually a girl or the other boy would likely have scared her away by now. Man did that boy have to get some lessons from his friend Seokjin,

“Why are you so nervous?” Yoonji questioned placing her hand against Hoseok’s heart on his chest, “pay attention to this then. Take a deep breath and relax.” he commented breathing out like he was teaching lamaze to a pregnant woman.

He smiled as he removed his hand,

“There see, heart still in your chest and everything.” He commented.

Yoongi couldn’t help himself as Hoseok spilled water from his mouth in disguise. He laughed for a second until Hoseok looked at him quite seriously and asked him his name. He glared at Namjoon for ruining his fun, but figured the jig was up. Still he wasn’t totally over it so he decided to be extra dramatic with his reveal.

Turning to Hoseok he bat his eyes as he said,

“Which one does Hoseokie want? Yoonji? Or-” and here he lowered his voice to its usual octave, “Min Yoongi.”

Man the look on the others face was priceless. He was just about to tease the other when he was suddenly horrified by familiar voices behind him. He slowly turned to see Jimin and the other maknaes, eyes widening. He couldn’t have them see him like this. Not to mention that Jimin had probably come to give him medicine. Could he pull off faking the maknaes out like he did with Hoseok? Then Jimin wouldn’t be able to give him medicine at the very least. Suga bit his lip putting his hand over Hoseok’s mouth in case the other man gave him away right away. For now he would attempt to lay low, which would be pretty interesting to manage with his hand over Hoseok’s face.

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Namjoon watched carefully as Seokjin went over to see what was going on with the youngest. He was concerned of course, but there were enough people around the boy that him going over wasn’t much of a point. Besides he may have to deal with Yoongi more than the maknaes in a moment. He was slightly concerned and amused that for a moment all of the crowding around Jungkook made him look like a harassment victim. Jungkook had even grabbed somebody’s notebook like he was so scared he was going to have to draw it instead.

Soon Taehyung explained that he and Jungkook had come with Jimin. Although it didn’t sound like much of an explanation it made sense for the maknae line to think so. Tae and Jimin were pretty much twins and Jungkook was like their trainee or baby brother or something. He couldn’t really blame them for wanting to come, but he hoped they’d gotten permission first,

“And your professor was fine with you all coming here? I know Jimin had a note, but what about you and Jungkook?”

He looked closely at Tae like a strict father. Something didn’t really add up there, unless something was actually wrong with Jungkook and they had to pass here to get to the nurses office but just stopped,

“And what happened to him?” he questioned confused, “besides the crutches I mean.”
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Jungkook jumped out of the way as another female passed him,

“What is with this place?” he whispered nervously clinging to Jimin like a shield.

He looked up to see Seokjin and despite wanting to stay mad at him he could really use his Eomma Jin. He leaned down to whisper back at him,

“We don’t know that,” he said conspiratorially, “they have long nails that can scratch people and they always ask you what you are doing later and when you tell them you’re busy they get mad, plus they travel in packs and giggle at you like you’ve done something stupid so then you think you did and-” Jungkook could tell he was spiraling so he stopped there, “why are there so many of them here?!”

He saw Seokjin’s amused face and pouted at him a little calmer now that he was surrounded by friends,

“And you can’t fight them without being called a bully. It’s not fair. I don’t know how the rest of you deal with it.” Jungkook said pulling Jimin closer to himself for comfort and as a shield.

He let out a sigh,

“The minute one of you gets a girlfriend I’m moving out, I can’t take this kind of pressure.” He said sulkily to himself.

 

[underoos]

The hand pressed to his chest did nothing to help his pounding heart or general panic at being so close to Yoonji, and he nodded frantically as though to say yeah, totally, heart's still there, yep, relax, okay. Except he did nothing but choke a bit on his own spit when she touched him, which really didn't help him out at all. Honestly, how was he still talking to this girl at this point? How neither of them had run away in fear or embarrassment of each other was beyond him.

Except it made sense when Yoonji made her big reveal.

Hoseok's eyes widened comically, scrambling back in his seat. "What?" he squeaked out, and suddenly his clouded, nervous vision cleared out and he could see it past the disguise. Oh, god. How did he not see it was Yoongi all along? He was thoroughly humiliated at this point, sinking into his seat as he covered his face. If he could of, he would have screamed, but his vocal chords weren't working well enough for him to do much more than babble as he dropped his hands and started to speak. "I'm really sorry, I didn't know it was you- I mean, of course you knew that- and I'm sorry I said that- please don't-" A hand covered his mouth before he could say more and he flinched.

Was he not supposed to say anything?

He tried following Yoongi's gaze, every muscle frozen so as to not piss off the other man (who, even in drag, was still terrifying to a nervous Hobi). The maknaes had started to gather. Did he not want them to see him like this...? His eyes flickered back and forth between Yoongi and the maknaes, ever so slowly backing away from his hand. "I... won't say anything?" he offered, more of a question than a statement, his face still flushed (now out of utter humiliation at the whole situation).

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While the explanation had made total sense to Taehyung, he wasn't that great at thinking about what others would think of it. He had smiled at the leader, completely satisfied with himself until he received a stern expression in return, the smile dropping nearly immediately. His feet shuffled a bit, looking away from Namjoon. With the strict gaze on him, it wasn't like he could lie either. He'd gotten away with a few white lies every once in a while but he always felt guilty trying to pull a fast one on the hyungs (and never really could; either one of them usually found out in the end). "Um... I mean... we never really went to class so..." he mumbled, as quiet as he could to answer the question.

He quickly switched the subject to the other question Namjoon asked, louder this time to distract him from his first answer. "I don't know what's up with Jungkook. I think something scared him. He's got those big eyes, you know the ones." He put his hands up to his eyes in a gesture of 'big eyes', widening his own at the same time. He bounced a bit on his toes afterwards. "I don't think he'll feel good enough to go anywhere and Jimin is already here, so... maybe we should all just stay until the end of class. No use going back now," he said cheekily, smiling slightly in the hopes that Namjoon wouldn't lecture them and/or send any of them back.

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"Anywhere has females, Jungkook," Seokjin said after he had recovered himself fully (though still unable to let the small smile on his face disappear; it was all too damn funny). Where his head has been, he rested a hand instead, rubbing a thumb gently over his knee. "They're not all giggly and judgmental and scary, I promise. Besides, Hobi would scare any female away before you could even worry about anyone having a girlfriend." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at where Hoseok and his girl 'friend' was. "He's been trying to make a move on her for the last five minutes and can't keep himself together." While they'd not been on speaking terms this morning, Seokjin was at least glad the kid had been willing to trust him enough again to talk to him. And not push him away for the other maknaes.

Jimin's head swiveled, curious to see who Seokjin was talking about. Sitting next to Hoseok was a girl with a short bob with a hand placed over Hoseok's mouth, looking a bit panicked herself. Maybe the conversation didn't go as planned...? But wow, she was pretty. Jungkook had dug himself deeper into Jimin's side but there was a part of him that really wanted to go over and make his own move on the girl. Especially with how defeated both of them looked sitting next to Namjoon.

"I think Seokjin-hyung would be better at this," he said slyly, not giving away his true intentions. "I better go make sure that Tae isn't spilling our secrets to Namjoon over there."

Seokjin frowned. "What secrets? What are you three doing-"

"Nothing, hyung," Jimin assured him, removing himself from the clingy maknae and proceeded to pass him off to Seokjin without another thought. The eldest opened his mouth to protest, another 'yah' (that he seemed to always be warning the kids with) present on his tongue. He sighed, shaking his head before looking at Jungkook, an arm wrapped around his waist.

"Now that we've established you're not in any immediate danger," he began, his voice dry but amused, "would you like to explain why you're here and everyone's acting so suspicious?"

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Jimin had said he was going to Namjoon and Tae, but instead decided to hop down into a chair next to Hoseok, his gaze on this girl with a charismatic smile gracing his face. "Hoseok-hyung, who's your friend?"

"We don't know each other," the older blurted, shaking his head. "Um, have a nice conversation!" He left rather quickly, seeming strange like he had a secret of his own. Weird. Must have really not hit it off, then. Jimin slid a seat closer, leaning back with the same smile. "Park Jimin. Nice to meet you...?" He trailed off, waiting for the girl's name. Kind of looked like his Yoongi-hyung, which was strange. But no way would hyung dress up in such an outfit willingly and keep it on.

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Yoongi was surprised to say the least when Hoseok began apologizing to him for not recognizing him sooner. Seriously was the guy a saint? Yoongi had lied the whole time and made him humiliate himself and he wasn’t even angry at him? Yoongi blew the wig bangs out of his face for a second as he sighed. He was sure that in the future he wouldn’t be able to not bring this up to tease Hoseok about it, but at the moment he was almost…feeling bad at how freaked out and nice Hoseok was. So for the moment he just snorted, responding with,

“It’s fine I wanted you to think I was someone else. In case you didn’t notice that’s today’s mission.” He said quietly, before pointing at the changing rooms when suddenly he’d needed to cover Hoseok’s mouth.

While he was distracted thinking up a plan Hoseok somehow backed away from his hand, he turned prepared to possibly knock the other guy out to silence him when Hoseok mentioned that he wouldn’t say anything.

Yoongi tilted his head wondering about that. He supposed that Hoseok had about as much to lose if the truth was revealed as Yoongi. Suga didn’t care if Seokjin knew, that would have added to his victory, but the maknaes had not been part of the plan. Unfortunately, the little devils seemed to have a knack for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Biting his lip Yoongi willed himself to think of something before attention was drawn to himself, but it was hard to do with everything else going on. All he could think of was man this was not his week.
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Namjoon looked disappointingly at Taehyung, although it was somewhat difficult to do since Tae had a pretty adorable expression on his face. Despite Taehyung trying to get away with it Namjoon was a genius with very good hearing so he heard every word.

On the one had he did not like the Maknae’s missing classes, but on the other today’s class did seem to be fairly educational. And it was good that Taehyung was willing to tell him the truth from the get go. Namjoon debated between sending them all away, but he didn’t have the heart. Jungkook was after all on crutches and seemingly in need of personal comfort, which although Tae and Jimin could accommodate it wasn’t up to him to decide for other groups. So he decided on a compromise,

“Well in that case I have three conditions,” he said to the other boy sternly, “one being that you have to find out about any make up work you three missed and do it in your free time. Two, participate in this classrooms work if the teacher agrees. And three, ask the teacher’s permission to stay in the first place. This is after all a place of learning, not a playground Tae Tae.”

He considered whether or not to add more conditions, such as not disturb the class or others, but he couldn’t even be sure that he or Yoongi would be able to keep that condition so he let it go. Then in case Taehyung had a problem identifying their teacher in all the hullabaloo he pointed to Mr. Key who was talking with the other teacher,

“There’s our main teacher Mr. Key. Go ahead and ask him yourself.”
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Jungkook shook his head willing the females away with his mind, although a little part of him was curious as well as terrified that Hoseok was going to get a girlfriend this very minute. He glanced over at Hoseok with the girl and couldn’t even process Hoseok. Now that girl looked hella scary. What was she forcing Hoseok to do that his mouth had to be shut? Jungkook shivered clinging to Jimin for dear life until he felt Jimin pretty much shimmy him off.

Panicked he launched himself at Seokjin wondering why everyone kept trying to escape him except for the hoard of women surrounding him.

“That girl doesn’t look scared at all, she looks maniacal. Maybe she’s bewitched him! What if she’s planning to kidnap Hobi right as we speak?!” Jungkook whispered suspiciously, “No girlfriends, not ever, thank you.”

At that point two actual girls entered the class, giggling at each other, they spotted Jungkook clinging to Seokjin as they said loud enough for him to hear,

“Awe he’s so cute!”

They passed and sat on the other side of the room but Jungkook’s eyes still widened in terror. He shook Seokjin’s shirt,

“See? They are always watching!”

About spilling secrets Jungkook was pretty safe on that matter as he was drawing a blank on what Jimin was talking about at the moment. He tried to take a deep breath trying to remember what he was even there for, but having a bit of a hard time of it at the moment. Soon Seokjin’s voice managed to permeate the fear and he asked if he would like to explain why everyone was there and why everyone was acting suspiciously. He felt like he was in a torture chamber but with his mind freaking out about this and that it wasn’t like he was able to think coherently to give away their plan even if he wanted to. Instead he looked at Seokjin with his hands clinging to the other boy for dear life and he said,

“Jimin is here for Yoongi’s medicine and Tae was going to come to anyway and I didn’t want to be alone again but then I went ahead and then women and more women and then here and everyone is suspicious because when aren’t they and some of them are suspicious because they are women and you still haven’t answered why there are so many females in your class. I didn’t see that many in the clip from yesterday where Yoongi-hyung was being cute but now they are everywhere. Were they all sitting together to lure people into a false sense of security?!” here he shook his hyung and added panicked, “were they?!”

From the corner of his eye he saw Hobi-hyung headed their way and was afraid that the other man would run and widen the gender gap significantly so he grabbed on to him from his position half on Seokjin begging,

“Hoseok-hyung you can’t bring a girlfriend back to the dorm, you just can’t?! Even if you are really attracted to her it’s a trap I swear, it’s always a trap!”
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Yoongi felt he was fairly lucky at first. Jungkook seemed to be having his own issues, which seemed to include not looking over at him for more than two seconds without being burned, and Tae was busy chatting with Namjoon. Normally Yoongi would be listening in, ready to discipline the kids if Namjoon didn’t, but right now he didn’t care if they trashed the entire room as long as he could get out of being spotted. But damn that Jimin. Just when Yoongi thought he might be able to slip out of the room Jimin had looked over at him.

Yoongi had been so surprised that he’d actually looked back, before ducking his head down so that he couldn’t be recognized right away. He felt panicky but thankfully Jungkook was attached…until he wasn’t. Before Suga could attempt a plan Jimin had sat down on the opposite side of Hoseok, asking who his friend was in a flirty way. Jimin couldn’t be…he wasn’t about to…no, Jimin wouldn’t try to hit on someone that Hoseok had been trying to hit on…was he?

Yoongi glanced up nervously, eyes shifting to Hoseok to see what he’d say, but Hoseok merely panicked and fled. Yoongi nearly cursed wanting to drag the boy back and either use him as a shield or a weapon, he wasn’t sure which at this point.

Yoongi’s breath hitched as Jimin moved a seat over. Oh boy was he about to pay off Karma, but really this quickly? It couldn’t wait just a little while. Yoongi wracked his brain, he wasn’t about to use his fake girl name, it was practically his own. Instead he decided to deflect pushing himself back and pretty much into Namjoon as he fixed a piece of the wigs hair behind his ear as many nervous girls did.

And then he had a decision to make. Should he scare Jimin off with over the top flirting or should he keep up the don’t talk to me attitude? Could he even scare Jimin off considering the man wasn’t easily dissuaded? For whatever reason it was easy to get into the mindset of Yoonji when his target was Hoseok. But could he manage it with Jimin?

Letting out a deep breath Suga decided that if he did go with it then if he was found out he could at least attempt to explain it as a class assignment. But if he just kept running not only was he going to be caught, but he would be questioned. Perhaps he could reject the other boy quick enough to send Jimin running if he did it the right way. He just had to find the right balance not to hurt him but to send him packing, preferably while forgetting why he was there in the first place.

With that in mind Yoongi steeled himself, before letting out a little haughty Yoonji smile at the male, his voice rising to a higher octave as he went,

“Sorry I don’t give my name to babies, you look a little young to be in this class. Is it bring your child to work day?” he teased getting back into the character of sassy, debutante Yoonji. To cement his position he flicked his hair to the side.

There, hopefully that would be enough to embarrass Jimin and send him packing. Otherwise he was going to have to work fast at it before the class started, especially now that the other teacher arrived. But time was certainly running out.

 

[underoos]

Taehyung waited patiently for the leader's decision, continuing to bounce lightly in anticipation. A small smile had come to his face, knowing that Namjoon was sincerely thinking about it, too. Which had to be a good thing; maybe he wouldn't send them away!

Conditions? His face fell into a pout briefly, before nodding. Alright, as long as they didn't have to go to class. They were boring conditions completely; he would have rather not made up for his missing work in his own class. It was boring. But maybe it would be a little interesting to participate in this class, he mused. Scuffing his foot against the flooring, he nodded in agreement to the conditions. They could do that. "Okay, hyung," he said, looking toward where he pointed. "Woah... that is Mr. Key?" He looked back at Namjoon, surprise etched in his features. "I thought it was a guy. Okay!" Bouncing away before Namjoon could correct him, he arrived to the side of both the teachers. If Mr. Key was a girl.... why was she Mr. Key? That was confusing.

Usually, the respectful thing to do was to wait until the teachers were done speaking and wait to be acknowledged. It's not that Tae didn't know this; sometimes he got excited enough that he would forget. "Hi!" he said bright and cheerily to grab the attention of the teachers. "My name is Taehyung. Me and Jiminie are on Namjoon-hyung's team and Jungkook-" He paused to point at him still curled against Seokjin, "is on Seokjin-hyung's team. Can we stay for class? We'll participate and be as good as we can be! Promise!" Taehyung grinned widely, clapping his hands together.

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Seokjin chuckled, placing a hand atop Jungkook's head. "You're far too suspicious of them, Kook-ah," he hummed lightly, looking at the girl again. She did look a little bit strange at the moment, he supposed, but there was no need to freak out Jungkook with that. Dramatically, as Jungkook shook his shirt, Seokjin fell into him, leaning heavily against him with another laugh. "Kook, you look like a terrified bunny right now. Everyone sees you." He squished one of his cheeks. "Hyung will protect you from the big bad mean girls, alright? When you get older, you'll find they're not as scary. Just sometimes." He hummed contentedly with that, grinning slightly.

Seokjin had always flirted with girls and gotten the bashful responses back that made his ego expand. Guys would become embarrassed but didn't have the same cute responses that made him feel on top. Still, flirting was his game, no matter who or what their gender was. It was just him.

At the thought of girls and flirting, his eyes briefly flickered to Namjoon. The situation had briefly lead him to forget about the jealousy from earlier, but there was no escaping it fully. He shook his head firmly, telling himself that it wasn't important. It could wait.

"I didn't realize there were so many girls either," he agreed, looking around. The excuse was enough, he supposed. Didn't sound too suspicious. "Alright, alright. Focus on me, kid. You gonna be okay to stay here, or do you need to head out? Hobi and I have to stay but-" He was cut off as Jungkook reached out in a pathetically desperate way for Hoseok who looked like he was rethinking his entire life. In confusion, he looked to Seokjin for context and he only mouthed girls. Hoseok made an 'ahh' motion before patting Jungkook's hand, sitting on his other side.

"I know, girls are scary," he sighed, side eyeing Yoonji.

"Hoseok!" Seokjin hissed.

Hobi smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Um, just she is."

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Ah... hard to get. He leaned back in his seat, his smile never faltering as he crossed his legs. He came to sit sideways, an arm coming to the back of his seat to give off a cool vibe. "A baby?" he said, laughing about the comment. "Ah, I didn't realize I looked quite that young." He pressed a hand to his cheek, knowing their chubbiness wasn't quite helpful sometimes. "Not a fan of being called noona, hm? Or just not a fan of those immature boys? Don't worry, I'm not one of them. You could call me oppa, if you'd like." He winked, shifting again in his chair. There was an air of confidence that made him seem so completely different to how he normally did; something that only came out when he was feeling particularly flirty or mischievous for the day.

 

[Arabella Cauwell]

Namjoon looked on proudly as Taehyung agreed to the conditions and said okay, but he frowned a little at Taehyung’s statement. He was about to correct the boy, but didn’t get a chance to between being bumped into by Yoongi and Taehyung hurrying up to the teacher. He sighed hoping that Taehyung didn’t offend their teacher with his misconception, but considering what the class was it would probably be more of a compliment today than an offence. He watched as Taehyung cutely introduced himself and the others.

Kim Kibum was in the midst of talking to Ji-yong when a cute, young and bubbly looking boy came up to them and started chatting. He blinked trying to catch up with the conversation and thanks to his powers managed to read that the boy was being sincere. He should have probably sent the kid and his friends packing considering he knew they had to be cutting a class, but they were kind of adorable and they might prove useful to the class. He looked over at Taemin who was in charge of some of the younger students and noticed that he looked a bit panicked. He blinked as Taemin ducked into the dressing room that Minho was supposed to be waiting in before his smirk grew. It turned out that these three were from one of Taemin’s classes that he had later in the day and he obviously did not want to be recognized. Key chuckled to himself. Today was going to be fun,

“Well that sounds fantastic to me so for today I’ll allow it. For now take a seat, we are going to get started in just a few more minutes.” Mr. Key indicated as Ji-yong quirked a brow.

Key shooed the boy off before turning back to Ji-yong saying,

“Today is going to be fun.”

Ji-yong snorted,

“Did anyone ever tell you that you kind of have villain-esque tendencies?”

Key smirked,

“If they haven’t they’ve sure thought it enough.”
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‘Aish not students.’ Taemin thought panicking as he saw the three boys come in.

As previously mention Taemin was used to being the baby, the maknae, or the one told he looked good in drag. It was why he worked with younger students in the first place and why he really didn’t want to be caught at the moment. He was annoyed that he agreed with this in the first place. How was he going to lead a classroom later that day when three of his students saw him parading around as a girl?

He was going to be so annoyed if he couldn’t at least get the respect of kids ten years his junior. He was a teacher and a hyung damn it. And that was why he was going to take action. Unfortunately the only thing he could thing of was to hide in the dressingroom that Minho was in.

Despite being the one to sneak into his dressing room he was still startled to find Minho dressed as he was. He looked gorgeous, but still somehow huge and domineering. Despite being able to pass for female he didn’t look like one to mess with.

“Minho hide me, some of my students are out there.” Taemin whispered to the other male.

Minho shook his head with a smile,

“Everyones students are out there Taemin, there’s no need to be worried. This is all just part of the job, its nothing to be upset about.”

Taemin glared up at him,

“Easy for you to say, you’re built like Superman’s love child and have literally won multiple cars through athletic competitions. I’m just trying to not get called Miss by students in class.”

“Maybe a haircut would help?”

“Minho.” Taemin said sternly.

Minho ruffled the other boys hair,

“Just kidding Taemin, if it can be helped I’ll try to hide you, but I can’t make any promises as Key does read minds and I’m sure he’s going to start some kind of trouble.”

Taemin groaned annoyed,

“Why did I ever agree to this in the first place?”

“Blackmail?” Minho questioned.

And actually that might have been it now that Taemin thought about it.

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Jungkook glared at being called a terrified bunny, but didn’t dispute it. He was sure that wasn’t too far from the truth, and true Seokjin was patronizing him, but he did begrudgingly feel some relief in the fact that Seokjin promised he would protect him from the women around him. He relaxed slightly at that, but still kept a death grip on Seokjin’s clothes. Having learned from the last two times his friends had escaped his grip he decided that this time if Seokjin was going to try to escape Jungkook was keeping his clothes. When Seokjin alluded to him finding out one day that girls would only occasionally be scary he snorted,

“Doubtful, unless women change drastically into men in the next few years, but don’t worry in an emergency I will be able to take them down…normally…but I’d still prefer to go after male villains.

When Seokjin asked if he was going to be okay he looked around. Sure there were a lot more females then Jungkooks class, but his friends were also there and something occurred to him,

“I have to stay here with you,” he said quite determined, imagining something even more horrible, “if I go back to the other class I’ll be alone and there are also girls there and without Tae and Jimin they will see that I’ve separated from the herd and that’s when they’ll strike. What if I’m surrounded? I don’t even have the ability to walk, it will be like throwing a bunny to the vultures.” Jungkook said in horror.

When Hoseok sat down he grabbed the other boys hand, happy to hear that Hoseok agreed,

“Exactly, you understand at least,” he said pulling Hoseok’s seat behind himself, “we won’t let her get you or any of them.” He insisted eyeing the room like it was full of predators in search of prey.

He decided to risk a look back over at where Hoseok had been sitting to see if the girl still had Hoseok as a target when he was surprised to see Jimin there.

“Oh no,” he half whispered in horror, “now she has Jimin. What if she’s after us all?!” he questioned looking at Seokjin with wide eyes.

Who was this demon woman and why were his friends so drawn to her?
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Yoongi wasn’t sure if he was going to throw up, pass out, or die of humiliation. Jimin had not taken the hint. Yoongi would have to admit that Jimin was much better at flirting than Hoseok had been. He was confident which was a lot of the battle if one paid close enough attention to how flirting worked. But Yoongi much preferred being the predator than the prey.

He didn’t want to hurt Jimin’s feelings, but he was getting kind of desperate at the moment. He also began to get a bit pissed off when Jimin told him to call him Oppa. Oppa, Yoongi was years ahead of this kid. And then the wink. Yoongi didn’t know if he was going to hit the boy or explode from embarrassment, but whatever it was it was going to have to happen soon.

“Well you do, like a little cherub,” he said pinching one of Jimin’s cheeks hard in spite as he tried to figure out his next plan. He supposed after age had to come one of the boy’s sore spots, “sorry though you must be this tall to gain my attention.” he said holding his hand up to about Hoseok’s height.

Yoongi himself was actually only a centimeter taller than the other boy, but he figured girls would go for taller men usually and he knew Jimin didn’t like to be reminded of his height due to having some pretty tall friends. He still wanted to deck the kid about the Noona and Oppa comment, but he figured that would be a complete give away. And that was the last thing Yoongi wanted at the moment. To distract himself from this he ignored him long enough to put his wig hair up. At the very least it might help his temperature control as he was almost certain that he was starting to turn red.

 

[underoos]

The other teacher ducked away nearly as soon as Taehyung hopped his way up to the desk in the front. He watched her dash away, his grin changing into a confused expression. Did he do something? Huh. Oh well. He returned his attention to Miss Key, nodding eagerly when she agreed he could stay. "Ah, thank you so much, Miss Key!" he said, turning around to join Namjoon again.

He plopped down next to the leader, grinning. "We got the ok, hyung." He raised his hand into an 'ok' gesture of his own, seeming pleased that everything had worked out. Too bad Namjoon didn't know why he was so excited, but he didn't need to know.

He looked towards Jimin first, but he was too busy talking to the girl on the other side of Namjoon. He took a peek at Jungkook, too, trying to share some of his excitement, but the maknae was too busy griping about the something to Seokjin.

Man, when did he become the only one trying to put this plan together? Jimin had been the leader and Jungkook the eager one. Taehyung had been along for the ride for this part. And now he was the one putting everything into action. Hm. He'll just make Jimin make him his favorite food later for taking charge on this one while he flirted his way through, he decided with a nod of his head.

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Seokjin rolled his eyes good-naturedly at Jungkook's dramatic response and the way he continued to cling to him, patting his head again. "Alright, alright. Whatever you say, kid."

He choked on another laugh when he was worried about going to class alone. "Kook-ah, honestly. That wouldn't happen. Girls aren't going to attack you like that." He clicked his tongue, acting like he was disappointed in the youngest. "Aish... how could I ever say I raised you? Clearly you haven't learned how to flirt from the master. It's the number one way to keep girls at bay, Jungkook. Wink, smile, flirt." He winked at Jungkook to make his point. "It weakens them. I can understand your hesitance, though. I have an advantage, after all, that makes it easier for me. This face... you know my second superpower is my beauty." He sighed dramatically, caressing his own face playfully. "I'll teach you my secrets one day, young padawan."

Hoseok groaned at the blatant arrogance that Jin always showed whenever he was feeling himself. Looks like today was one of those days... actually, it was nearly every day that he was like that. And in a room full of ladies milling about, he was surprised the guy wasn't actually flirting more. Strange. Maybe he was still focused on the situation with Bangtan. The strange but protective words of Jungkook made him laugh anyways. "Thanks, Jungkook. You're my savior." He hugged him from behind as the kid searched the room.

Seokjin looked over, noticing Jimin indeed talking to the lady. Jimin, however, looked a hell of a lot more charismatic and flirty than his predecessor had been. In fact, Hoseok looked a bit terrified from the encounter still. "Jimin's a big boy. He can protect himself. Hey, Hoseok, did it not work out?" he asked him, simply patting Jungkook as he continued to lament, wondering if she was coming after them all. "Too nervous?"

"Um. You could say that," he said, bouncing his leg as he tried to lie. A nervous smile crossed his face, confusing him even more, but left it there. When he was ready to talk, he'd be ready to talk, he supposed.

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The girl grabbed his cheek rather roughly and he flinched, the grin briefly turning into a pout at the rough treatment. Usually his cute look got him a lot of places, even with the slightly older girls who were convinced they didn't like the younger ones. Looks like it wasn't quite that way with this girl as she continued on with another reason why he wasn't her type. Ouch. His height, now? He'd always let the hyungs tease him about it or even Taehyung, simply because it was all out of good fun. To be rejected because of that, though, kind of hurt. It wasn't like he was short. Just... shorter than the others. And definitely taller than like, 90% of girls. So.

"I haven't stopped growing," he tried convincing her. "I'm young, after all." That was definitely a lie. He'd stopped growing last year and hadn't moved even a centimeter or two since. She seemed pretty adamant and he sighed, acting sadly that she had rejected him for those reasons, and quite harshly. "If I can't convince you for just one date..." He trailed off, trying to give her puppy eyes.