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bts x female reader

romance / fantasy / action / etc. ??

word count: 4802

plot: after, accidentally, causing quite a disaster for your family, you land yourself in the ‘twilight zone’- a home for kids with more than human abilities. you’re meant to spend your time there learning how to control your powers. however, fate has another thing in store for you and your housemates.

well here it is... hope ya’ll enjoy ! <3

- cc

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Back at home, your other home, you spent a lot of time sitting outside. You’ve always loved to bask in the sun, even on the hottest of days, and it was one of those days around the Twilight Zone. The sun was beating down relentlessly and there was not a cloud to be seen. You were drawn towards it, you yearned to feel the rays on your skin.

Having been gloomy for the past week or so, this was a welcomed change for all. A few of the boys had followed in your footsteps, though Seokjin complained that it was much too hot. You pointed out that he didn’t have to come, which shut him up pretty quickly. You knew he couldn’t stand to miss out on any potential fun having.

So, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Taehyung dug out a soccer ball from a rather decrepit shed and proceeded to kick it back and forth.

Jimin was next to you, reading a book, as usual. The two of you were propped against a rather large tree stump to the far right of the yard. It was peaceful, despite the noise the other boys were making.

Taking advantage of the calmness of it all, you decided to rest your eyes for a bit and just soak in the sun. It felt like a movie scene- you could practically hear the pleasantly soft soundtrack playing in the background.

The truth was, you were tired-- terribly so. You hadn’t gotten a full night’s sleep in a long time. Every night, you’d wake up in a cold sweat, terrorized by nightmares you couldn’t seem to recall. It was like your mind had turned against you, plaguing your dreams with horrifying visions. Though, you had no idea what they were, or what they meant, you woke up at the same thing each time.

Blindingly white light in your eyes, a burning hot feeling running through your veins—

There was a loud yell from the boys, one you immediately recognized as Taehyung’s. Your eyes shot open in panic. But his scream had turned into a boisterous laugh as Hoseok tackled him and attempted to wrestle the ball out of his grasp.

Ever since that maid had seen you and Taehyung together that night, the two of you had become more awkward than ever. It seemed to have the opposite effect than your night in the woods-- it drove a wall between you. The worst part was, you didn’t know why. He didn’t try to spend time with you anymore, which made you sadder than you’d care to admit, and when you did talk it just wasn’t the same.

All you cared about was setting things right, so you tried to ask him about it. In the past, he would tell you what was bothering him after a bit of pushing, but this was different. Anytime you brought it up, he pretended not know what you were talking about, which hurt more than anything else.

Your night terrors were getting worse. Headmaster was constantly busy, and without Taehyung, you were beginning to feel the loneliness creep in.

“You really care about him, huh?”

You jumped at sudden statement and looked to the boy beside you. He hadn’t moved a muscle, eyes still scanning the pages of his novel. You’d began to think you imagined his words, until his eyes finally flicked to yours. “Am I right?” Jimin said softly but with a slightly impatient tone.

“Who?” You replied, feigning ignorance.

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head, “You know who.” Leaving his book open, he placed it face down on one of the tree’s roots so as not to lose his place.

You watched Jimin’s fringe blow back in a sudden breeze and felt your hair do the same. Immediately, you found yourself searching for Tae, half expecting him to be approaching you. But it was just Seokjin, running by to retrieve the ball. Unsurprisingly, he reached it with remarkable speed and went back to the game as fast as he had come.

“I’m probably not supposed to be telling you this, but what the hell.” Jimin sounded quite indifferent, but he had captured your attention quickly. He watched the boys, rather than looking at you as he spoke. “You know, the day after you came, Headmaster had a sort of talk with us.”

You cleared your throat, picking at the grass by your feet. You were trying to be casual. You didn’t want him to think that you were hanging on his every word— which you most certainly were. “What kind of talk?”

“You’re the only girl in a house full of hormonal boys.” Now it was clear where this was going. “He basically told us you couldn’t have any distractions. And that we shouldn’t try to pursue you, like-- well, you know what I mean.” You did.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and irritation. What gives Headmaster the right to speak for you like that? “Why are you telling me this?” Your eyebrows knitted together as you tried to push your anger deep down inside of you.

Jimin sighed, “Are you really that dense?” He floated a couple feet off the ground with his book in hand, then outstretched his legs and dropped into a standing position. “C’mon, Y/N. He follows you around like a lost puppy.”

You blinked at him for a moment, then he lazily pointed a finger towards the boys. You followed it, your face getting even hotter, “Taehyung?” Whether or not that was true before, you wouldn’t know, but Tae certainly isn’t following you around these days. Either way, hearing this gave you the sliver of hope you needed to hang onto your friendship with him. And it seemed as though that was Jimin’s intention, even though he acted so exasperated by the whole ordeal.

Jimin rolled his eyes, “I’m going inside. I’ve done all I can.” With that, he strode towards the back door.

“You’re going, Jimin?” Seokjin called to his friend. Hoseok took advantage of the older boy’s momentary distraction and kicked the ball away from him, as hard as he could. It soared through the air, colliding with a window on the first level of the house violently.

The sound of glass shattering filled your ears and Hoseok slapped a hand over his mouth in horror. Time stood still for a moment as you all gaped at the window, then each other, then the window again. “We were never here!” Seokjin finally said urgently, pointing around at all of you seriously. His figure blurred as he dashed after Jimin.

“Wait up!” Hoseok yelped, following Seokjin at a much slower pace. The door slammed shut behind them.

You jogged to the middle of the yard, where Taehyung was surveying the broken window from afar. You knew he could see you approach, but he didn’t look your way.

You used to speak comfortably with him, now you needed to gather your courage before doing so. “Hey, we should probably get out of here.” Your voice shook. If there’s even a speck of truth in what Jimin was insinuating about Taehyung’s feelings towards you, why was he being this way? Doesn’t  he know it hurts you? “I wouldn’t give Hoseok and Seokjin too much credit, I’m sure they’ll throw us under the bus for this if it’s a viable option.” You laughed hopefully.

“Yeah.” He said dryly, lifting one side of his mouth in a half smile. “I have to go talk to Namjoon anyway. See you around?” He didn’t wait for your answer before taking his leave.

You had to stop yourself from yelling after him. You were exhausted, not only physically, but emotionally now too. The sadness was evaporating quickly and anger began to take its’ place. 

With a newfound bitterness in your core, you stormed inside after the boys.

First, you heard the click of the maid’s shoes on the hallway floor, then the knock on your door. You let out a deep breath, bracing yourself for Headmaster’s summon. You were sure you’d be going with the rest of them, all because Hoseok just had to Falcon Kick that soccer ball.

“Miss?” The woman greeted you with a smile when you opened the door, holding out a stack of bright papers at you. No, not papers-- envelopes.

“What’s this?” You inquired, cocking your head slightly and looking at the pile with reluctance.

She held them out further, so that they were almost touching your chest  “Letters, for you. We’re so far away from town, they’re only delivered once every couple of months.”

You felt a knot in your stomach unravel at this and finally accepted the letters. “Thank you.” You said gratefully, before closing the door.

Carefully, as if they were made of glass, you spread the assortment of envelopes on your bed. Each one was addressed to you, in handwriting you immediately identified as your mother’s. 

You let out a deep breath of relief as you stared down at them. Since you moved away from them, you thought your parents had forgotten about you, or simply not cared enough to write. How relieving to find out that they had been trying to reach you all this time.

Wondering if they were stacked in order, you picked up the one that had been on the bottom of the pile. Inside was a postcard from your hometown, the kind you’d find in a local gas station.

Y/N,

You’ve only been gone a day now and your father and I miss you so much already. Please understand that we’re doing this because we care about you & the harder you work to get better, the sooner you can come back to us. We love you so much, Y/N. Please make the most of your time in this place.

-- Mom & Dad

You put the letter back with a shaky hand, a few stray sparks shooting out of your finger tips. Swatting them off your bed spread, for obvious reasons, you then moved to pick up the next letter.

Similarly, it was written on a postcard, but this one was from a town you’d never heard of.

Y/N,

Your father and I are staying with your aunt and uncle. We couldn’t take much more of that motel and we don’t quite have the money to rent an apartment yet. All in all, we’re doing fine. But we haven’t gotten a response from you-- I’m getting worried. We both are.

I hope all is well with you. We love you so much, Y/N.

-- Mom & Dad

The guilt of why you were sent away in the first place had come up once again, but it was overpowered by the happiness you felt when reading your mother’s words. You surprised yourself with the melancholy tear that dropped onto the paper, smudging the penned message. Sniffling, you carefully dabbed it with your sleeve, doing your best to salvage it. Then, you read the rest of the letters one by one.

With each one, you felt more and more reassured by your mother’s words. She always seemed to have that effect on you, the ability to comfort you on even your darkest days. You wished more than anything that you could speak to her face to face-- to tell her about all your problems. She would be able to help you with Taehyung. Your heart ached at the reminder of him, so you pushed the thought away.

Finally, you slipped the last letter out of it’s scarlet envelope. Your eyes began to scan the paper excitedly, as they had all been quite uplifting thus far. But rather quickly, you realized that this one was different. Your mother’s writing was sprawled and urgent, nothing like her usual elegant cursive. Steadying your trembling body with your bed frame, you read.

Y/N,

I’m writing to you in hopes that you get this in time to warn Headmaster Lee-- but please don’t worry too much. The war just keeps getting worse, as I’m sure you’ve heard, and the government is really scraping the bottom of the barrel for drafts. We got a military letter in the mail requesting your service. Officials have been coming to the house, pestering us, asking where you are. Whatever happens, please just stay safe Y/N. That’s all we care about.

We love you.

-- Mom and Dad

Your blood had run cold, your body completely rigid. Reading the letter over and over, you were in shock. You always knew you’d be drafted someday, as the war had only gotten worse as you’d gotten older, but you had been hopeful enough for this to be surprising.

When you were with your parents, you prayed every day that this never ending fight would be miraculously resolved-- that you would never see combat. In the Twilight Zone, so far away from civilization, it was easy to forget about all that. Especially because the boys seemed to make it a point to tune out news about the war. They’re always quick to change the radio or television station when it comes up.

With an overwhelming feeling of anxiety, you gathered the postcards back up. Stacking them on your dresser, you beelined out of your bedroom. Your mother had wanted you to warn Headmaster about this, which you certainly would, but right now there was only one person you wanted to talk to.

Scared and angry, you found yourself knocking on Taehyung’s door. Your knuckles were white from squeezing it into a fist and they stayed that way until it swung open.

But, rather than Tae, a much taller figure had answered the door. Namjoon towered over you, looking caught off guard by your sudden appearance. “Y/N, hi.” He smiled with unease, “Did you need Taehyung?”

You peeked around Namjoon’s form, catching sight of Taehyung. He was cozied up on his bed, staring holes into his comforter, avoiding eye contact-- business as usual. You felt the irate boil up like lava, retorting, “No, I was looking for you actually-- thought you might be here.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows, but Taehyung was completely unphased. You mentally face palmed. Why on earth would you go looking for Namjoon is Taehyung’s room? You were self aware enough to recognize that you’d only said that to try and get a reaction from Taehyung, which just made his lack thereof all the more annoying.

“Oh, really?” Namjoon had said. His expression changed to something more solemn. He seemed to know that you had something important to say— maybe he could see it in your aura, or maybe he really is just that intuitive.

You let out a deep breath, reminding yourself what you were here for, “My mom wrote to me,” You began, feeling yourself start to get worked up all over again, “She-- she said I’m being drafted.”

You could have sworn Taehyung’s gaze flickered in your direction, but if so, it was only for a second. Similarly, Namjoon only let a flash of unease show. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “I guess they’re really reaching now, huh?” With a tight lipped smile, dimples showing, he placed a hand on your shoulder. The gesture was actually quite comforting, as Namjoon was someone you’d grown to really trust and admire. “I know that it sounds scary, but don’t worry. You’re not going anywhere, Y/N.”

“How’s that?” You asked, feeling unsure.

Namjoon explained, “Headmaster takes a lot of precautions when bringing us here. There’s no way for the government to know where you are-- where any of us are.” He went on, his poised facade faltering in the slightest, “I mean, I’m of age, plus a few years-- I’m sure they tried to draft me years ago, but we’re totally off the grid in the Twilight Zone.”

At this, you were starting to feel secure again. But before you could let yourself relax, you remembered something quite worrisome. “My mom said she’s being visited by government officials. They’re getting suspicious. What if they do something to my parents?” The older boy stared at you blankly, as if he was deep in thought. “I think I should let Headmaster Lee know. I’m worried about them.”

He scratched the back of his neck, “I’ll have a talk with him, since you’re so worried. But I promise, Y/N, everything will be fine.”

You had only been concerned about your parents well being, but in this moment, something struck you. If the government is out looking for you, how could you ever be safe again? How could you ever go back to your parents? You’re evading service, that makes you an outlaw. Unless the war came to an end, which seemed highly unlikely, you simply couldn’t be with them. Your biggest fear since arriving seemed to be coming true, like a nightmare after waking up.

“Thank you.” You managed to get out. Your eyes were prickling with tears, so you looked anywhere but at Namjoon.

Unsurprisingly, he still noticed. This time, his reassuring pat didn’t do much to put your mind at ease. “It’s going to be fine.” He reiterated, glancing behind him momentarily. “I’ll go right now, okay? Why don’t you just wait for me with Taehyung? I’ll be back to let you know what Headmaster says.”

Not listening for your answer, Namjoon moved to walk out of the room, ruffling your hair as he went by. You stepped fully into the room to get out of his way, the door slamming shut behind you. Just like that, you were alone with the boy that had been avoiding you for days.

You stared. He blinked at his hands, his mouth a thin line. Earlier he had left you, saying that he needed to speak with Namjoon. It was nice to know that at least that wasn’t some lie to get away from you.

Blinking rapidly, you took one step towards him. 

The silence was heavy, so heavy that you felt your knees shaking with its’ weight, threatening to give. You seemed to feel every emotion at once, the sensation sending you closer and closer to the edge. Your heart leapt at the smallest hitch in the rise and fall of his chest. Would he be the first speak? To simply acknowledge your presence?

A small eternity passed just like this, but you had grown too tired. You felt yourself switch gears, your emotions taking over.

“What’s your problem?” Your bitterness was evident. You spoke with every intention, every hope, that the words would tear into him. You wanted him to feel what you felt, to understand how hurt you were. 

At this, he graced you with his full attention. If he was surprised at your outburst, he covered it well. He simply raised his chin, meeting your fierce gaze. 

“You keep pretending like nothing’s wrong, but I’m not that naive, Tae.” All your pent up anger was forcing its way up like word vomit. “You know, when I read that letter, I was terrified. And you know who I wanted to talk to right after seeing it?” Standing there knee deep in worry and anger and fear, the flood gate broke. You hadn’t meant to let yourself cry. And yet, there you stood, silent tears running down your cheeks, “You, Tae. But that was stupid of me, I know that now. I should’ve known that even this couldn’t make you forgive me for whatever I did to you to deserve this.”

Nothing.

“Just tell me what I did, so I can fix it.” You sniffled loudly, not bothering to wipe the stream of tears of your face. ”I’m mad at you. Furious, actually. But more than that-- I just miss you.” You felt like such an idiot, pouring your heart out to someone who wanted nothing to do with you.

Apparently, that last part was enough to finally get a reaction from him. That was all you wanted at this point, something, anything. Taehyung had slid off his bed. His expression was one you couldn’t put words to as he began walking in your direction. You had anticipated him walking right past your pathetic form, heading straight out of the room.

Instead, Taehyung stopped mere inches from you. His gaze was soft, eyebrows pinched together.

“Do you really want to know?” His voice was full of hurt, which nearly made you forget that he’s the one in the wrong here. You didn’t know how to respond, so you just held this purposeful stare.

After a moment, he reached down and grabbed your hand, a spark bursting from it. If it hurt him, he didn’t let it show. He only held it firmer, guiding it up until it was resting on his chest. He placed his much larger hand over yours and you felt it-- his racing heart.

You searched his eyes for some kind of answer. What was this supposed to mean? Your mind was going a million miles an hour, the skin on your hand burning red hot where he touched it.

After a small eternity, he seemed to give up, letting your hand drop. Tae raked his fingers through his brown locks with visible distress. “God, don’t you get it?”

You shook your head with uncertainty, taken aback by his intensity, “Tae—“

Suddenly, he was closer than ever. 

With the kind of wariness and caution usually reserved for bomb diffusion, he cupped your tear streaked cheek.

Then, before you could process his actions, his lips were against yours. They were soft, softer than you could’ve ever imagined. The same could be said for his touch, as he brushed your face lightly with his thumb.

Pulling away for a moment, still only a mere inch between your mouths, he waited for some kind of reaction from you. You watched his eyes flick back and forth between yours desperately. You could feel his breath on your face and smell his pleasantly boyish scent.

More confused than ever, but desperate for the contact, you closed the distance between the two of you once again. As a response, he cocked his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You snaked your hands around his neck and Taehyung’s fingers tangled in your hair, his other hand gripping your waist.

It was getting hungrier, needier. Wind began whistling in your ear, then it was all you could hear. You felt breathless, but couldn’t bring yourself to move back. Taehyung was all that mattered, all that you cared about. His touch set your skin on fire and his cold breeze sent a chill down your spine. He was the center of your world-- but maybe that had been true for longer than you’d care to admit. You just couldn’t get enough.

It was as if the air was being sucked right out of your lungs— maybe because, it quite literally was. As if he had realized this at precisely the same moment as you, Tae’s  touch disappeared. When you opened your eyes, there was a whirlwind of air surrounding you. But, as quickly as you had seen it, the twister evaporated. All of Taehyung’s belongings that had been swept up into it dropped to the floor with a sobering slam.

Tae had put a couple feet between you. He looked mortified, “I didn’t mean to--“ He said, “I just can’t control myself around you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, resisting the urge to touch your lips. Your cheeks were flushed, still wet from crying, and your lips felt swollen. The ghost of his touch lingered on your body, but it wasn’t quite enough to convince that that had really just happened. Had Tae really just kissed you? And had you really kissed him back?

“I’m sorry, Y/N . . .” He put his head in his hands. “It feels like all I do is hurt you.”

You frowned, wishing to feel his warmth again. “Tae, when you were avoiding me, when you acted like we were strangers— that’s what really hurt.”

“I’m just trying so hard to do what’s best for you, and every fiber of my being is telling me to go against that,” Your heart skipped a beat when the words left his lips. His beautiful lips. “I really. . . like you.”

You felt like a grade schooler again. The way your stomach turned when he said this, it made you feel weightless. It made you forget where you were, what you were. You wanted to say it back, you wanted to tell him what you really feel, but instead you said, “You’re what’s best for me.”

Taehyung’s eyes were glassy, but this brought a weak smile to his face, “I wish that was true.”

Rather than arguing, you brought up something that had been bothering you, “The maid that night. . .”

He smiled wryly at the floor, he knew what you were asking, before you even finished the thought, “I was afraid that she would tell Headmaster. That you’d get in trouble for being with me in a, uh, compromising position.” He sighed, “I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Tae, it’s not Headmaster’s decision” You tentatively closed the distance between you and him once again, “It’s ours.”

He let out a deep breath as you took his hand in yours and gave it a squeeze. With your other hand you reached up to his face, that frustratingly gorgeous face, and ran your finger up his jawline and across his cheekbone. You couldn’t help yourself but trace his features-- you’d done it with your eyes too many times to count. 

Your hand stopped at the top of his forehead and you raked your fingers through his silky hair. Turning your head to the side, you took the opportunity to plant a kiss on his lips, and then another. His response was immediate, as he reached up to hold the nape of your neck tenderly.

Then Taehyung gave a sigh. Whether it was with pleasure or disappointment, you wouldn’t know. He pulled away, whispering, “You should go.”

You pouted, feeling a bit rejected, “But I-”

“Don’t look at me like that,” He seemed flustered, averting his eyes to the ground, “Y/N, if you don’t go now, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” For the first time in a while, the smile he gave you was genuine. “It’s getting late anyway,” Tae gestured loosely at the dark sky outside his window, “Go to bed and we can talk to Namjoon and Headmaster tomorrow, okay?”

Though you weren’t all that happy about it, you reluctantly did as he said. But not even your parting could squander the butterflies in your stomach. You were walking on sunshine the whole way back to your room, then laying on it as you tugged the blankets on your bed over yourself.

That night, it wasn’t your insomnia keeping you up. It was thoughts of Taehyung dancing around your mind-- his smile, his touch, his kisses. You were lulled to sleep by the images of him, drunk with endearment.

You’re surrounded by people. Swarms of them.

You can’t seem to focus on their faces long enough to figure out who they are, though you’d swear there were familiar figures among them. Your mind is moving too fast, your brain muddled and foggy.

The space you’re in, wherever that is, is blindingly white. You try to turn your head and get a better look, but a sudden pain shoots through your neck.

The sensation quickly heightens, becoming almost unbearable. Your knees buckle and give out, your body dropping so that you’re staring up at the lights.

That’s when your veins light up with a terrible feeling, one you’ve felt before. You’re screaming, or you’re trying to, but it’s like you’ve gone deaf. Then someone else is yelling, they’re crying out your name.

“Y/N!” You know this voice. “No! Get away from her!”

Suddenly, everything goes numb. It’s as if the pain became so much, your body could no longer register it’s sting. You can’t hear anything, you can’t say anything, or feel anything at all.

The panic is unendurable, your brain is pounding with it, threatening to burst--

Your eyes shot open and you were still staring up at the ceiling.

But it’s familiar, it’s the ceiling of your bedroom, rather than the one of your nightmares. 

This realization would’ve been comforting, if not for the hand you felt cupped tightly over your mouth. You twisted with fear, trying to free yourself from their grasp, but they pressed down your struggling body with their forearm. They were strong, that much you could tell, but their hold was surprisingly gentle. The rise and fall of your chest quickened violently.

“Don’t scream.” He hissed and you finally turned your head to meet his gaze. “They’re here. We have to go— now.”

bts x female reader

romance / fantasy / action / etc. ??

word count: 5124

plot: after, accidentally, causing quite a disaster for your family, you land yourself in the ‘twilight zone’- a home for kids with more than human abilities. you’re meant to spend your time there learning how to control your powers. however, fate has another thing in store for you and your housemates.

PLEASE READ:

so here it is! idk if any of my readers are still around after this insanely long wait but.... i’m still kicking ya’ll. as you probably noticed, i changed the name from ‘sector o’ to ‘occult’, which is what i meant to name it from the beginning but lowkey just forgot ???  i guess,, turn on my notifications if you want to know when the next chapter goes up??? and let me know if you like the story & if i should keep going with it at all?? aaa thank u guys, i love u :’)

- cc

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You had grown accustomed to the hum of electrical currents in your ear, as they were there more often than not. In fact, you were so used to hearing them that their absence had struck you the moment you woke up. Even being as groggy as you were from your deep, dream-filled sleep, it didn’t take long to put the pieces together. This clearly meant that the house’s power still hadn’t been restored since yesterday’s fiasco. 

You groaned, grabbing a fist full of your covers and yanking them over your head. The thought of having to address the issue, which would likely happen the moment you saw the boys at breakfast, was unbearable. Just, utterly embarrassing.

Yesterday, you had missed your chance to confess what you’d done to Headmaster. You’d wanted him to hear what happened straight from your lips- to make sure he knew that you, and you alone, were the one responsible. But, alas, his office had been quite empty.

Though, if he had been there that night ready to hear you out, you may have never ended up on the forest floor, your fingers intertwined with Taehyung’s. Taehyung. Nothing had pointed to him having such a dark past when you first met him. You weren’t sure if you could ever ask him, but the question kept coming to you. How could that happen? How much wind had Taehyung summoned to take a life? His brother’s life? You cringed at the thought. 

Laughing bitterly to yourself, you realized that the same could be asked about you. How did you let yourself get so out of control that you set your home ablaze? All of your possessions, and all of the memories you had made in that house, good and bad, all burned to rubble. 

Maybe you didn’t have to feel this way anymore- maybe you didn’t have to let the guilt win? After all, he was just like you. He understood what it felt like to take the backseat whenever his powers took over. To feel completely out of control in your own body- he understood.

Much to your surprise, it was nearly 10 minutes into your meal when the power outage was first mentioned. “I wonder if Headmaster will still make us go to class.” Hoseok had said, looking hopeful, “I mean, I don’t know how I could possibly read my textbook without the lights.” 

You hesitated for a moment before bringing a spoonful of oatmeal to your mouth, eyes glued to your bowl. “He’ll probably just make us sit outside.” Seokjin frowned. Before you could let your head drop any further, minimizing your presence as much as possible, Taehyung appeared in the doorway. 

His eyes locked with yours immediately, and stayed there as he said, “Good morning.”  This must not have gone unnoticed, because you were the only one at the table who replied to him. As if it he had said it for your ears only.

“Morning, Taehyung,” You said breathily.

He emerged from the kitchen a minute later and sat down across from you, lifting one side of his mouth into a smile “Hi.” His morning voice paired with his bed head left you biting back a grin. 

“Hi.” You were surprised by the intensity of his stare, it was as if he was trying to converse with you with nothing but his eyes. And you knew what about. You shivered at the memory of his wind against your back. 

Without warning, Taehyung was now leaning across the table, an arm outstretched between the two of you. You shrunk away slightly, turning your chin a touch to the right. At this, the boy hesitated, before curling his lips in a playful grin- and you swore your heart missed a beat. As if you were something easily broken, he delicately touched a finger to the hair above your left ear. Then, just as softly as it had come, you felt his hand pull away. 

You could see the surprised looks of the other boys out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t dare look away from Taehyung.

In a matter of moments, his cheeks had become rosy and that sly smile was now rather meek. Taehyung held up something pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. The fragment of a dead leaf, orange and crackled with age, fluttered down to the table as he let it go. 

You knew you were bright red by the burning sensation on your cheeks. “Oh, t-thanks.” You managed to get out, forcing a cough out so you had a reason to look away from him and bury your face in your elbow. 

“No problem,” He said, his voice a bit higher than usual as he dug into his breakfast.

Glancing back at the leaf, you wondered if Taehyung was clamming up like you felt yourself doing. That bit of leaf seemed to scream all of your secrets- all that the two of you had let slip last night. You sucked in a breath, your body tensing up even more, if that was possible.

“God, Y/N, don’t you shower?” Seokjin laughed but Namjoon seemed to see the deeper meaning, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked between you and the leaf.

“Of course I do.” You retorted, shooting him a look, “I went outside for a bit this morning to check out the weather. Must’ve blown into my hair.” Taehyung laughed at your sloppy excuse, making you frown in his direction.

For a fragment of a moment, your eyes locked with Yoongi’s. Your stomach turned as you remembered that Taehyung wasn’t the only one you had shared a rather private moment with last night. The somber boy turned his chin away, almost angrily. If you didn’t know better, you’d think his ability was x-ray vision based on how intensely he was staring at his bowl.

You weren’t stupid- he was making a conscious effort to be even more cold to you than before. Yoongi was intent on hating you and you couldn’t wrap your brain around why that was.

Pressing a hand to your chest, you willed your heart to slow to its’ regular speed. Headmaster sat across from you, his focus was locked on the papers before him as he endlessly scribbled notes. You stared, tracing the wrinkles on his aged face with your eyes, then looking to the paper. You squinted, trying to decipher what he was writing, but to no avail. Your eyes travelled to his left hand, which had two fingers tightly bandaged and was resting on the desk. The silence, and the suspense it brought with it, was killing you.

About a half hour earlier, you had been conversing animatedly with Hoseok in the living room. You’d discovered that you and him shared an alarming amount of interests and were deep in a conversation about dance, when a maid interrupted. She was younger, and stared up at you through long eyelashes as she told you Headmaster Lee wanted to see you in his office. After a moment of you staring at her in rather apparent horror, Hoseok had to physically pull you to your feet. Reluctantly, you followed the maid to Headmaster Lee’s office, your thoughts racing.

Upon entering the office, he had gestured for you to sit in that damn arm chair across from his desk, and had showed no sign of giving further directions since. Was this some sort of mind game? Was he waiting for you to speak first? To confess what you had done?

Very well. You weren’t sure if it was his intent, but he had broken you. “Headmaster, is this about the power? Because it really was all my fault. I’m sorry, I was just trying to help.” You blurted out.

Finally, he shifted his focus to you, looking at you over the glasses perched at the edge of his nose. Earlier, you had just wanted to get this over with. But now you wanted nothing more than to sink into your chair, disappear, and never have to deal with this problem again. You braced yourself for his blow.

The smile that spread across his face took you more by surprise than any amount of yelling could. Your eyebrows raised involuntarily and you were quite sure they would be there permanently.

“Y/N, I’m actually quite pleased with this little mishap.”

The knot in your stomach loosened. “You are? Why?”

“Because, this is the perfect opportunity to start your first lesson.” He placed his dominant hand on the desk and stood. He seemed a bit amused by your nervousness, chuckling as he said, “Why don’t you follow me?”

You went willingly, but hesitantly as he lead you out of the office. It wasn’t until you were staring down the circuit breaker box that you began to catch on. 

“Headmaster,” You felt a twinge of annoyance at the suspenseful silence he had left between you two, once again. “I may generate electricity, but I’m no electrician. What am I supposed to do with this?”

He had been fiddling around with a dust covered oil lamp for quite some time. You were standing in the basement of the Twilight Zone, which was apparently a level lower than the classroom. This house had so many strange aspects, you had almost expected the cellar to be some sort of dark, labyrinth. In actuality, it wasn’t so different from your own basement. Or how you remembered it, at least. You hadn’t ever seen the full aftermath of your storm and were quite grateful for it. You weren’t sure you could handle it. 

Finally, Headmaster Lee got the lamp lit and the surrounding area filled with its’ orange glow. He sighed with relief and walked over to you, side stepping a tool box and can of paint as he went. 

“Trust me, Y/N.” With one hand, he slid the lock to the side and opened the box. “This is something only you can fix.”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but caught yourself. Like a perplexed dog might, you cocked your head to the side as you stared. As you had made quite clear, your knowledge on electrical work is extremely limited. But even you knew that this was far from conventional.

The circuit breaker was two rows of gray switches, all pushed to the left, except one labeled “main breaker”. The panel gave off a purple glow, much brighter than any oil lamp. Strings of electricity weaved around each switch and the wires along the sides. You looked at the man at your side with shock, “I did that?”

“You sure did.” He told you, “But accidents like this are expected.”

You frowned as you observed the box once more. Your hand lay slack at your side, but you could feel the prickle in your fingertips. The current seemed to have its’ own gravitational pull. You crossed your arms in fear that they might reach out to the circuit breaker on their own, though even for you, that was unlikely.

You could feel Headmaster’s gaze on you as he spoke, “A circuit breaker makes sure nothing in the house takes too much power at once. It will switch off and cut the power from a source, if it’s in danger overloading.” He must have seen the confusion on your face because he went on, “Somehow, you pulled so much power, the main breaker was switched off.”

“So, until that’s turned back on we won’t have any power.”

“Correct.”

“Did you-“

“Try?” He grimaced, holding up his bandaged hand, “Yes.”

Your heart sank at the sight, “God, I’m so sorry.” In the past, you had caused many burns on your parents’ part. The result was ghastly, it looked like your veins had been bruised from the inside. And based on your parents’ reactions, though they tried to mask it, it hurt like hell.

“No matter.” Headmaster’s smile lightening the mood. He was reminding you more and more of your father, who more often than not, was just trying to make you feel normal. Like your ability shouldn’t be such a source of stress. You knew that Headmaster Lee was a sort of paternal figure for the boys, and you were beginning to realize why. “That’s why you’re here, Y/N. Switch it on.”

You pushed your hair behind your back and blinked at the main breaker. Turning it back on was easy enough because, of course, you were the only one the current couldn’t hurt. Without a second thought, you reached forward and let the electricity engulf your hand. It crawled, lacing itself around your wrist. With one finger, you pushed the switch lightly. Then with a little more force. And then more.

“It won’t budge.” You exhaled, an eyebrow twitching with annoyance. 

As if someone had pressed pause on him, Headmaster Lee was completely still as he took a moment to think. “You’ll have to get all of that out of there.” He had decided, making a wide gesture at the box.

“All of what, out of where?”

“All of that excess electricity you generated must be affecting it. You have to retract it.” He scratched his beard as he considered his next words, “It’s quite unworldly looking, isn’t it? This thing isn’t built to withstand human formed currents, you know.”

You scoffed, feeling your anger build back up, “I can’t do that.” You huffed, “I make it, I don’t take it away.”

“You have to try.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you put your hand back into the box spitefully. You almost hoped the situation would worsen as a result, just so that you had proved Headmaster wrong.

The man showed no sign of picking up on your annoyance, lips curved into a smile. “Go on.” He encouraged, “Tell it what you want. You’re in control.”

“I’m not. I can’t.” You refused, thought you really weren’t trying at all. In your defense, you wouldn’t even know where to start. You weren’t lying- you’d never been able to willingly remove a current you’d created. The enormous gathering of electricity within the box became more and more daunting the more you stared.

“You are and you can. Think about what you want. You made it , it’s all at your will.” 

Deciding to humor him and admittedly becoming curious that maybe, just maybe, you really could, you followed his instructions. Your command was a whisper in the back of your mind. Get out.

“I can’t do it.”

“You’re not trying.”

“I am! I just can’t.” Your frustration was building.

“Concentrate, Y/N. I know you can do this.”

Headmaster’s relentless pep was driving you over the edge. You narrowed your eyes in concentration. Get out.

“You’re just scared, you need to let go. Just-“

“I can’t! I can’t do it!” You were suddenly screaming, the anger spilling out like a dam had been broken. You could feel the vein on your forehead popping, the muscles tensing in your arm. “Get out!” You yelled, out loud this time. 

It started as a tickle, then it was like your entire arm lost feeling. At the sudden numbness, you looked down at your arm. Your skin was absorbing all the purple strings of electricity, the glow disappearing into your flesh. You felt your foot begin to slip at the powerful sensation and before you could stop yourself, you were thrown backwards. 

Your back collided with a shelf on the opposite wall, the impact taking your breath away. You opened your eyes, a blinding light sending you into a fit of blinking. 

Rubbing your back, your eyes adjusted and you realized something- the power was back. “Why do you doubt yourself, Y/N?” Headmaster’s voice came from your side as he offered a hand to help you up. You accepted, though your eyes were trained on the circuit breaker. The excess electricity had gone without leaving a trace. 

His question hanging in the air, unanswered, Headmaster Lee crossed the room. He slammed the door shut and slid the lock into place, sealing off your first lesson.

You were walking briskly, a spring in your step as you made your way down the hall. Hardly able to mask your excitement, you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling. At the first sign of one of your friends you were ready to burst into conversation, to tell someone, anyone, that you had finally done something right.

Looking up at the ceiling, the lights had never looked so beautiful to you. You were beyond relieved to feel the buzz of the Twilight Zone’s electricity and to see the glow of its’ lights. You rounded a corner and the sound of the TV reached your ears like the most mellifluous song. Seconds later, Taehyung stepped out of the living room and into your sight.

“Tae!” You exclaimed, breaking into a run as you closed the distance between the two of you. You weren’t able to contain yourself anymore, a bright grin spreading across your face. You saw him mirror your smile and without thinking, you threw your arms around him. You stood on your tippy toes, so you could prop your chin on his shoulder.

“H-hey.” Taehyung chuckled. His deep voice was directly beside your ear, the vibrations sending a shiver down your neck. His smell was the perfect mixture of musky and sweet, and he was warm- really warm. Despite this, you could’ve sworn you felt a familiar draft on the name of your neck. 

“I did it- I fixed the power!” You were bursting with excitement. Letting your arms rest on his shoulders, you pulled back just enough to look at his face. He opened his mouth a couple times like a fish out of water. Taehyung’s eyes weren’t on yours. Instead, they were trailing your lips with great interest. 

At this realization, your heartbeat got dangerously fast. Wherever your body made contact with Taehyung’s was spread with an alarming warmth. 

Cheeks pink, you removed your hands and allowed some space between your bodies. 

Much redder than you, Taehyung said, “I see that. That’s amazing, Y/N.” He chuckled softly, staring up at the light fixture just above him.

You noticed the other boys for the first time as Namjoon’s voice sounded from inside the living room. “Seems like your first lesson went well!” He said, springing up from the couch. Namjoon outstretched his enormous arm span and pulled you into a quick embrace. “I feel like a proud father.”

You burst out in laughter, “Yeah, I guess it did.”

A quick glance at Yoongi was enough to tell you you weren’t going to be receiving a ‘congratulations’ from him. He was propped up against the wall beside the couch, picking at his nails with a frown. Determined not to let him ignoring you ruin your mood, you looked to Jimin instead, who offered a bright smile that contrasted his sad eyes. 

“Congrats, Y/N.” Seokjin, who was holding a glass of water, lifted his drink up as if making a toast in your honor.

“I knew you could do it!” Hoseok added with great enthusiasm, “Though, I think you exploding the TV was exponentially cooler than this. Just saying.” You smiled at him, shaking your head lightly.

“Thanks everyone, really.” You placed your hand over your heart tenderly, beginning to feel a bit shy about your eccentric reaction. You simply couldn’t help it- this was one giant leap in the right direction. Turning your neck, you looked back at Taehyung.

He was chewing on the inside of his cheek, a dejected look on his face as he stared holes into the living room floor. The second he realized you’d caught him, the sour expression dissolved and he replaced it was a smile. You narrowed your eyes, but returned it nonetheless.

Your good mood continued into the evening. You swore that even the food, the same chicken and peas the maids served every Wednesday, tasted better. With a yawn, you had placed your dish in the sink and exited the kitchen. You were the last to leave the dining room, the rest of the boys having excused themselves a bit earlier. You were quite ready to turn in, your eyelids beginning to feel heavy.

On your way back to your room, you were surprised to find Taehyung sitting on the second to last step of the staircase. The hood of his sweatshirt was pulled up over his head and he absentmindedly played with its’ strings. He almost looked childlike, his bottom lip sticking out in a gentle pout. You approached slowly and called out his name with hesitation, despite how glad you were to see him, “Taehyung?”

The boy’s eyes flicked to you in record speed, his grin slowly evolving into a full beam. You felt a sort of relief, padding over to sit down next to him. In addition to seeing that expression on his face earlier, you’d noticed him acting a bit strange towards you other times that night. It seemed like he was upset with you and the thought of that being fact, made your heart clench painfully. 

“There you are, Y/N.” The affection in his voice did wonders to ease your mind. You loved the way he said your name.

“Here I am.” You murmured in response. 

You felt him scooch ever so slightly towards you, so that your shoulders were just touching. “I was kind of hoping we could go to my spot in the forest for a little.” He started out with a clear voice, his gaze trained on the drawstrings of his jumper. But, as he looked to you, he lost his confident air in a matter of seconds and continued much quieter, “I think, I need to talk to you- to tell you something.” 

Both your curiosity and excitement spiked at his words. “I’d like tha-“ You were saying, when your words trailed off into a yawn. It was a long one and you placed your hand over your mouth lazily. “I’d like that.” You said again, giggling tiredly.

At this, Taehyung looked a little sad. “You’re exhausted.” He stated, shaking his head, “You must have used up a lot of energy in your lesson.” 

“I’m really not.” You assured him, “Let’s go talk.” It felt important that you hear what he had to say. Wrapping your fingers around the fabric of his sweatshirt, you tugged at it. 

You thought you were putting up a good front, until yet another yawn plagued you. Taehyung laughed and reached over, placing a hand on your head and ruffling your hair fondly, “Cute.” He chortled. 

That one word sent your heart soaring. Seemingly struck with immediate embarrassment, he broke eye contact. He used the stairway railing as support and got to his feet. “Let’s go to bed. . .we can always talk another time. We do live together, after all.” 

You gave him a dissatisfied pout “Okay, but don’t forget to tell me? Promise?” 

Taehyung extended a hand to you, which you accepted, and you were lifted up until you were standing. You barely had to do anything, as he effortlessly pulled you up with the strength of his one arm. “I promise.” He laughed lowly, the sound like rumbling thunder. Deep, powerful, and beautiful.

You were ascending the stairs side by side, the quiet of the higher floors ever so present. It wasn’t long until you reached the third floor- your stop. “This is where we part, I guess.” You rubbed your eyes, letting your back rest against your bedroom door. 

Taehyung observed you with that melancholy face he sported so well- that face that made you want to pull him close and never let go. He’s always so carefree when you’re with the rest of the boys. Where did the goofy, playful Taehyung go to hide when it was just the two of you? 

“Are you alright?” You were worried for him. Taehyung made this place, which upon your arrival seemed so lonely, feel like a home. Of course, most of the others had also welcomed you with open arms. But there was something about him specifically that drew you to him like a moth to a flame. 

You’ve shared a lot of laughs with him over the past month or so of you living at the Twilight Zone. It was strange to you how quickly an innocent friendship had become something so much more that night on the forest floor. It was a bond- or at least on your end, it felt like one. 

You wished you knew what he was thinking, that you could fully understand him. That breezy boy, who was starting to feel more like a hurricane, was a mystery to you. 

“I’m really proud of you, Y/N. I know how scared you were to face your first lesson, and seeing how well you handled it is absolutely incredible.” He said, blatantly dodging your query. His words felt genuine, but you had an underlying feeling he was voicing them for himself, rather than you.

“I can tell that you’re not all there. What’s wrong?” Your words spilled out, like you had no control over them. Even as a whisper, this had packed a punch. You had nothing left to lose, having already revealed your true thoughts. You pushed on, “Come on, you’ve been weird since I finished my lesson. You can tell me anything.”

Abruptly, his wind struck your back. It wasn’t forceful enough to draw a reaction from you, but it was certainly there. “You’re over tired.” Taehyung decided, suggesting you didn’t have a clear mind. That you didn’t know what you were talking about. That you’re thoughts were unwarranted.

You felt a twinge of annoyance towards him, which was a foreign sentiment in the short history of your friendship. “Stop avoiding my question.” You said firmly. The hallway had dropped a couple degrees, literally. 

Taehyung tamed his hair, which began to tousle in a significantly stronger gust of wind. With this movement, he seemed to gather himself, the coolness beginning to subside. “I’m sorry.” He uttered, “I guess I’m just, sort of, embarrassed.”

You were taken aback, “Of what, exactly?” 

He pulled on the hood, retreating farther into his sweatshirt, “I don’t want to feel this way but I-“ As he continued, his words came slower and less audibly. It felt like he was fighting to get the words out, like his body was stopping him, “I can’t help but be a little. . . jealous of you. God, it’s such an ugly feeling.”

This was not at all the response you had been expecting. “Jealous? Of me?”

“Of what you were able to do in just one lesson, your first lesson.” He didn’t give you an opportunity to cut in, “I’m happy for you, Y/N, I really am. I guess, I just-” He looked more and more sheepish, giving up on his sentence, the sentence trailing away into nothing.

“Tae, I still have a long way to go. Like, a long, long way.” You forced a little laugh. It seemed silly to you. It wasn’t like you suddenly had full control of your electricity, in your mind the two of you still stood at the same level.

“I’ve been working with Headmaster for two years now and I don’t have any more control than the day I got here.” Taehyung’s bitter tone reminded you a lot of yourself, “I think if I was going to get any better, I would have by now. I’m defective.”

“Don’t say that. You’re too hard on yourself.” It truly hurt you to hear him talk like that. This must be what your parents felt whenever you voiced your self pitiful thoughts. 

“But, you make me want to be better, Y/N.” He said softly, making your cheeks flush. It was such a sweet thing to say. You wanted to pluck the sound waves out of the air and tuck them away in a filing cabinet, for you to listen to at your leisure. But the memory alone would have to do. “Just promise me you won’t leave me behind.”

It was making sense now. You had both agreed that you lacked control, you were birds of a feather. You knew Taehyung was insecure when it came to his powers, for good reason, but you hadn’t expected this turn of events. At your slightest improvement, he was scared of losing you. This had such an impact on you, you could have cried. But you pushed your emotions down.

For the second time that day, you wrapped him in your embrace. “I said we could help each other. I meant that.” You laid your head against his chest, rubbing his back comfortingly.

“I know.” He breathed, his face buried in your hair. You held him tighter just to make sure he was really there, and his arms fastening around your hips in response. Silently, the two of you stayed like that for longer than you probably should have. But words were failing you, you didn’t know any other way to console him.

“You keep calling me that- calling me Tae.” He broke the silence, a certain warmth having returned to his voice.

“Does it bother you?”

“No.” He chuckled, “I really like it.”

“Oh, okay. Good.” You didn’t know what else to say to that, just that you were happy to hear it.

Without so much as a warning, a door some ways down the hallway had creaked open. Over Tae's shoulder you could see her. There stood the young maid who had brought you to Headmaster Lee earlier. 

Taehyung pushed off you at the sound, breaking your hold on him with a sense of urgency. You weren’t doing anything wrong per say, aside from being out of bed a bit later than advised, but his reaction made it feel like you had been caught doing something horrible. Even in the dark of the hallway, you knew that anyone could see the glow of your beet red face.

The maid froze in her spot, before taking a couple steps back. “Oh, I’m- I’m sorry.” She retreated back into her quarters. Even Seokjin couldn’t have moved that speedily.

“God, I hope she doesn’t-“ Taehyung began, but didn’t finish his thought. His eyebrows stitched together with frustration.

“What?”

It’s, nothing.” He brushed over it, “I think I’ve kept you much longer than I should have. You should go to sleep, Y/N.” He was already backing up towards the rest of the staircase, ready to escape to the fourth floor.

“O-okay.” You said in return, but he didn’t hear you. 

Taehyung was halfway up the first set of stairs by then, disappearing without a goodnight.

bts x female reader

romance / fantasy / action / etc. ??

word count: 5527

plot: after, accidentally, causing quite a disaster for your family, you land yourself in the ‘twilight zone’- a home for kids with more than human abilities. you’re meant to spend your time there learning how to control your powers. however, fate has another thing in store for you and your housemates.

i’m sorry about the terribly long wait for this one! pls bear with me u guys  :’)

- cc

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No one in the Twilight Zone really knew how to react to Jungkook’s appearance on the news.

The boys, who hold him very close to their hearts, were conflicted. After watching the broadcast himself, Headmaster had left them with no insight on his course of action. There was no way of knowing whether this was a sign of hope or disaster.

You, of course, didn't even know Jungkook, so it really shouldn't have bothered you so much. However, the air it brought over the house and its’ tenants was saddening. You were growing close with the boys- well, most of them- and didn't want to see your friends seem so down. It was strange, even when they were acting like their normal selves, you could tell their hearts weren't in it.

You watched Namjoon as he simultaneously played a game of Mancala with Yoongi and helped Hoseok with his school work. The three of them laughed about something or another and Jin joined in from his spot on the armchair. Jimin, who was hovering in the corner with his book in hand, only smiled softly, as he didn't show much emotion at all these days.

Taehyung was beside you, spectating the game from the couch. He had turned the television on, but wasn’t really watching it. You absentmindedly turned your head to look at him, immediately getting his gaze in return. He made a face, turning his lips in a weird, downward fashion and crossing his eyes.

Your leg was stretched between the two of you, and so you used your foot to kick his side, laughing as you did so. “What's that face for?”

He grinned and shrugged before twisting his expression even more. You laughed again, even louder and more obnoxiously.

Your giggles faded away and you shook your head with fake disapproval, “Didn't anyone ever tell you that you'll get stuck like that if you keep making faces?”

Taehyung shot you an award winning smile, “I don't care, I like making you laugh.”

A strangled throw up sound came from the armchair, and you looked over to see Jin clenching his stomach dramatically. “Oh my god, get a room.”

Your cheeks warmed, but Taehyung seemed completely unphased. The two of you got along well, and because of your increasingly close relationship, Jin had really taken to teasing you two for the past week. It never failed to bother you, since you and Taehyung really were only friends.

They didn't say anything, but you could see Namjoon and Hoseok smirk at each other out of the corner of your eye. Yoongi didn't spare you a reaction, simply moving his game pieces with visible disinterest.

You quickly directed your gaze at the television and cleared your throat. Luckily, Hoseok did the same, exclaiming, “Oh, this is a good show! Turn up the volume.”

Taehyung complied, saying, “I remember this- we used to watch this all the time.” It was a black and white show, and looked old enough to have been filmed before the war began. Your interest peaked, but you stayed quiet in case Jin chose to return to teasing you.

Yoongi and Namjoon put their game on pause, and soon everyone was watching the program. You could even see Jimin’s eyes peeking out from behind his book. It wasn’t long until everyone was laughing at the sitcom.

Or they were, until the TV did what it does best and broke into a fit of static.

A familiar jumble of irritated noises arose. “Namjoon you need to convince Headmaster to get a new TV.” Jin groaned.

“I’ll try, again, but you know I can't guarantee anything.” Namjoon shrugged, leaning back on the wall with defeat.

Rather unexpectedly, Yoongi raised his voice, “Y/N, why don't you fix it again?” He lifted one cheek in the slightest side smile, his expression becoming rather sly. His dark eyes rested on you calmly.

“Yeah, like you did when-” Hoseok began, revising his words as he went, “-like you did the other day.”

“How did you do that?” Jin puzzled, his eyebrows knitted together. By his tone, it seemed like he hadn't thought anything of it until now. You couldn't blame him though, a lot was happening that day. You were the last thing on any of their minds.

You shot Yoongi a look, as he opened his big mouth once more, “She can control electricity. It's her ability.”

If you were being honest, you were surprised that the boys hadn’t really pursued this topic earlier. They were probably just trying to be polite by not outwardly asking what your power was- but, a few days ago, you had overheard a heated debate between Jin and Hoseok over what it might be.

You weren’t quite sure how or when you were going to tell them, but probably would have liked to do it on your own accord. And so, at first you were annoyed that Yoongi had revealed it. But, the feeling of a knot unraveling in your stomach took you by surprise. Somehow, it was almost freeing to have finally shared this part of you with your friends. You had never been able to do that before- you’d spent your whole life hiding it.

Namjoon looked at you a moment before scolding his friend. “You know you're not supposed to out someone's ability like that, Yoongi.”

“It's okay, really.” You broke in, “Though, I think it's only fair that you tell me yours now.” You directed this at Yoongi, with just a hint of smugness.You’d been itching to ask him and this was the perfect opportunity for it.

Taehyung laughed at that, nodding along, “I think you owe her that.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you, “How about I just show you?” His mischievous tone putting you on edge.

“Don’t even think about it.” Namjoon shot Yoongi down with a stern stare, earning an eye roll from him. You let out a breath of relief that you hadn't even known you were holding in.

“Yoongi can control people’s senses.” Jin spoke up casually as he messed with the television remote.

Yoongi sent him a sour look. “Hey-”

“What? You just did that to Y/N.” Jin waved him off, looking to you as he elaborated, “He can turn people’s eyesight off and on, stuff like that.”

Your eyes widened a bit, your mouth working before your brain. “That sounds like... a super villain power.”

Hoseok was quick to join in at your comment, “Your ability is what you make of it. There’s some good in everyone’s” He said, sounding more mature than ever before. Internally, a part of you wanted to agree. But the other side of you screamed that it couldn't be true. Where is the good in your ability?

Hoseok went on, “You know, Yoongi can also heighten your senses. He was able to help his Mom, she was-”

“Are you going to fix the TV or not?” Yoongi practically growled. His anger erupted, startling everyone in the living room. There was a thump as Jimin’s butt hit the wood floor and his book dropped to his lap. Yoongi’s stare was usually quite intense, but this look was different. He looked tortured, a terrifying mix of anger and extraordinarily scared.

Scared that someone might see past the wall he'd built up.

Normally, you found it difficult to hold Yoongi’s fiery gaze. But this time, you had a hard time looking away. Hoseok looked uneasy, his mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water. If he was going to say something, he’d decided against it. It remained silent for a few, long seconds. 

Your brain was working fast, taking in what little you could gather from Hoseok’s words. One thing was for sure, you'd only scratched the surface of who Yoongi really is.

Jin cleared his throat, tossing the remote control onto the coffee table. “Do your thing, Y/N.”

You blinked at him, then the remote, the television, and then back to him.

“You don't have to if you're not comfortable.” Taehyung touched your shoulder from his spot beside you reassuringly.

Namjoon’s smile was soft. “She can do it.” He told Taehyung, “You've done it before, right? C’mon, Y/N.”

“I-” You began to talk, but stopped abruptly.

Your ability is what you make of it.

You had looked to Hoseok, and with his insightful words in mind, you stepped gingerly towards the television set. Like you had before, you laid your hands on either side of it. You reached to the back of your brain, to the current running up and down your spine and gliding through your veins. 

It was always an itchy, tickly feeling at first. But that slowly subsided as more and more power was channeled into your palms. It’s vital that you concentrate on the task at hand, making sure it was a gradual collection- you knew that much about your ability.

For whatever reason, you stole a glance at Yoongi, who was scowling at you impatiently.

Almost immediately, like a dam had been broken, a flood of electricity ran through you. You knew all too well what this meant.

An eruption of little bolts of electricity ran over the T.V,  sparks flying every which way. You closed your eyes, holding up your hands as you fell backwards, though you knew they really couldn't do you any harm.

Slowly, you let your arms go slack and began to sit up. You opened your eyes, startled by how dark the room was, you blinked rapidly.

It took Namjoon’s careful words to bring you to the realization everyone else had already gotten to. “The power must have gone out.”

“That was so cool!” Hoseok burst out right after, laughing lightheartedly. “How did that not singe off your eyebrows?”

You cringed, physically unable to respond. You peered at the cracked television screen and the charred siding. The aroma of burnt plastic reached you, and you wrinkled your nose in disgust.

Taehyung moved from the couch, kneeling beside you as he touched the television. After a moment, he looked at you and chuckled, “Well, now Headmaster has to get us a better TV.”

Jin snorted, agreeing with amusement, “Fingers crossed for a flat screen.” 

Hoseok began to say something after that, but his voice was a distant echo. You had finally ooked up at Taehyung, with a shameful expression. He was smiling at first, his deep, brown eyes flicking around your face. Slowly, you watched the curves of his lips fall. He seemed to take in the meaning behind your stare, a familiar troubled look overcoming him for a moment. But only for a moment only. He forced a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. “Hey, it’s okay, Y/N. Really.”

“It’s not- I’m sorry.” Your voice had returned. It was as if you had been floating in some sort of limbo, then ripped back into reality all at once. You blinked back what was soon to be tears, shaking your head, and turning to look at the other boys, “I’m.. so sorry.”

“Don't apologize.” Namjoon assured you, “It’s my fault for pressuring you into doing it.” There were footsteps, then a flood of afternoon light filled the room as someone pulled the drapes that had been covering the window aside.

“More like Yoongi’s fault for bringing it up.” Jimin’s comment was a surprise to everyone. He had picked his book back up, and was tabbing through it, probably to find where he'd left off before your little episode.

Yoongi was clearly still boiling, as he shot back, “How was I supposed to know she'd short circuit like that?” His words were salt in the wound.

“Okay, okay.” Jin tried to remedy the situation, “Let's not play the blame game, I think we're all a little old for that.”

“I just-” You spoke up, “I should go tell Headmaster what I did. It's my fault, and I don't want anyone else to get in trouble.” You were painfully guilty, as you always were in these situations. Although, some part of you agreed with Jimin, cursing Yoongi for offering up your ability in the first place. But you didn't want any bad blood between you and the boys, if you could help it. So taking full responsibility was your only real option.

Taehyung had offered to go with you to Headmaster’s office- and really wouldn't take no for an answer.

“It’s happened to the best of us, Y/N.” Namjoon had assured you as you left the living room, “You’ll get better- with training.” But, these words failed to put your mind at ease.

You were reluctantly trekking up the stairs to the second floor with Taehyung at your side. The house was darker than usual, as you were quite sure you’d knocked out all of the power. Your steps were careful, and you counted the stairs as you went.

...13, 14, 15.

You were in front of Headmaster’s office, a heavy feeling on your chest. Taehyung reached out to the door, but you caught his wrist, reeling it back lightly.

“No,” You said to him, braving half a smile, “I’ll go in by myself. Just wait outside.”

“Why? I can-”

“It's okay.” You found his efforts rather endearing, but knew there was no real point in him accompanying you. Besides, you were quite used to this scenario. The amount of times you had to apologize to your parents after destroying one of their possessions was too many to count.

“You're stubborn.” Taehyung sighed.

“So are you.”

“That’s fair.” He chuckled, staring down at you. You took the time to trace his features with your eyes, noting the beauty mark at the end of his nose. He seemed to do the same, eyes shaking as he took in your gaze.

Finally, Taehyung broke away. He gestured to one of the small benches that lined the hallway, saying, “I'll be waiting here, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded your head, finally tapping your knuckle on the sturdy wooden door.

Your heart thumped with each passing second.

And then a minute had passed- still no response. You looked back at Taehyung who quirked an eyebrow before motioning for you to knock again. You complied, this time hitting the door more forcefully.

A minute... two minutes, three.

You took a chance, grabbing the doorknob and giving it a turn. It turned with ease and you were soon looking at an empty office. Well, not empty, all of Headmaster’s cluttered belongings and decorations were still there- but no Headmaster.

“He must have gone to town or something.” Taehyung suggested.

You blew out a frustrated sigh, eyes still searching the room as if he’d appear any moment. Truthfully, you’d just wanted to get it over with. The longer you have to wait, the longer this whole ordeal will eat at you.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” Taehyung said, making you jump. He was beside you again, though you hadn't heard him approach. You didn't respond, your mouth frozen in a frown. “Besides, this really isn’t that big of a deal, Y/N. You were only trying to help.” He spoke again in your silence, “Y/N?”

The hallway was completely deserted other than the two of you, yet his next words were a mere whisper. This was meant for your ears, and your ears only.

“You know, I think.. I think I need to show you something.” His voice was a decibel away from inaudibility, “C’mon.”

Without a say, you were being lead back down the stairs by Taehyung. He kept glancing back, as if to make sure that you were still there. His hands were twitching at his sides. They would rise momentarily so he could brush his hair back.

“Where are we-” You had began, full of unease. However, you were distracted as you noticed him taking you to the back door. You glanced up at the lighting fixture. It's surrounding case was still busted, but a new light bulb had been installed. You wondered what Yoongi told the maids when he notified them of the broken light.

A breeze hit you as the door opened. Taehyung held it ajar, allowing you to walk through first. You looked at him, your gaze a question in itself. 

He smiled softly, nodding his head out the door, and you stepped out, knowing that there was no real chance that he’d clue you in on your destination.

The sun was beginning to dip behind the horizon, sending orange rays of light over the lawn. Or what little lawn there was. As you had noticed before, the backyard was mostly forest. And Taehyung, who was in front of you once more, was heading straight for it.

The cold cut through you. The two of you had stepped onto the dirt of the forest floor, the undergrowth tickling your ankles as you went. Taehyung was ahead of you by a few steps. His strides were certain. He knew exactly where you were going, without a doubt in his mind.

As you went, the forest thickened. The trees got bigger and closer together, forcing your eyes to adjust to the darkness. You walked in silence. Although, you had about a thousand questions, you trusted him.

Funny, he must trust you too, because he wasn't looking back anymore. Taehyung knew you were right on his heels.

After what felt like a lifetime of walking, the path in front of you was now becoming lighter and lighter. You squinted at the clearing ahead. But it wasn't until you were standing in the middle of it that you fully took in the sight. 

Taehyung planted himself directly in the center of the enormous area, looking to you as he waited for a verbal reaction. You paid him little mind, as you were preoccupied turning on your heel over and over. You looked at the scene until you felt dizzy.

The ground beneath your feet was torn apart, rocks, branches, and an array of other debris were scattered just about everywhere. The trees surrounding the area looked like someone might have taken a chainsaw to them. But, it was much more random than that. The trunks were thrown in odd places and were laying on their sides among the other rubbish. The whole thing was impossibly abnormal.

When you finally found your voice, Taehyung gave you a look that showed he was ready to hear your questions.

“What did this?” You asked, trailing off, “How..”

His hand was running through his hair once more. His eyes were on the ground, adam's apple bobbing. Taehyung was finally answering your question. However, just as he began to speak, a breeze ran through the trees. The sound of rustling branches overpowered his voice.

“What?” You raised your voice over the noise, desperate to hear his words.

Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut. He looked pitiful, smaller than ever. His face was troubled, embarrassed- painful. It was the same one you’d seen twice before. But it didn't go away this time. “I did.” He yelled with his eyes still tightly shut, “I did this.”

The gears in your mind began to turn, and you stole one more look at the surrounding area.

Taehyung did this?

“Your ability.” You took a step towards him. “What is it?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows stitched together and he looked at you seriously. He calmly held out a hand, palm raised, then swept it to the side.

The wind picked up, the gusts coming louder and with more force. The sound was deafening and the coldness was sharp. You turned your back to it, hugging yourself tightly.

And then, all at once, it stopped.

You peeked over your shoulder at Taehyung. His hands were in fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white. He eyed your expression, getting ready to say something.

“Wind.” You whispered to yourself, facing him fully. You were closing the distance between you both. Your heart was still pounding, the sound just as loud as the wind was in your ears.

He stared at you for a moment more, eyes flicking around your face, “Yeah, sorry- did I scare you?”

“No.” You were quick to respond, “I was just surprised, that's all. That was kind of, well- amazing.”

One of Taehyung’s cheeks lifted to make a small, half smile. Slowly, he set himself down in front of one of the tree trunks at your feet. He leaned his back against it, looking up at the sky.

You moved closer and did the same. It was darker now, the moon hanging in a pale purple sky. You wanted to say something else. He had comforted you earlier, and now it was your turn. But you knew it was best to let him talk when he was ready. So, for several minutes, you looked up at the sky in silence.

“This is where I train with Headmaster.” You figured Taehyung had calmed down. He was explaining slowly, thinking carefully about his words. “I’m too unpredictable for the classroom. I can't.. I can’t control my emotions.”

Your mind ran through every memory of Taehyung you had so far, all at once. You had never fully questioned the way his hair always lightly tousled in a breeze that didn't exist.  You thought back to the day Yoongi had stopped you from following Taehyung into the woods, the gears in your brain moving faster and faster.

Why did he bring you here? Why was he telling you this?

Those questions were on the tip of your tongue.

The longer you stared upwards, the more stars appeared. They peppered the deep violet sky until it seemed an entire galaxy was shining down on you. Your voice had caught in your throat, and so Taehyung spoke again in your silence.

“When I saw how you reacted earlier-” He paused, “It’s stupid but, I saw...myself.”

We’re the same- That’s what bringing you here meant. You're both dangerous- so dangerous that you’re scared of yourselves. You're bombs, one little spark from detonating.

“It’s not stupid.” You assured him quietly, “We're pretty similar, you and I.”

“I think so too.” His laugh wasn't as cheerful as it normally was, but it lightened the feeling in your heart, nonetheless. “Losing control.. it’s the scariest feeling.” He uttered.

And then, for the first time ever, the words left your lips. You weren't quite sure why, just that it felt right. If you were ever going to talk about what happened that night, it had to be now.

“I set my house on fire.” You said suddenly, chasing your words with a bitter laugh. “I was fighting with my mom- I don't even remember what about. I was just.. so mad.” Your eyelids fluttered in an attempt to keep your tears back. “And then the lightning came.” You closed your eyes, the image of the flames coming to you, as if they were glued to the inside of your eyelids.

“That’s enough, Y/N!” Your Dad warned. You’d never seen him so mad, his face twisted in rage. You were barely paying attention to him, though. This was between you and your Mom.

It infuriated you how calm her end of the argument was, from her spot at the kitchen table. You slammed your fists on the table, your fingers clenched together tightly.

“I hate you!” You were yelling, the three most hurtful words from a child to a parent, just, spilling out of your mouth. You’d never dared to say that to them- until now.

Your lungs burned from screaming. Then, everything burned.

You had to grab onto the table for support as an overwhelming sensation filled your entire body. It was unbelievably painful. 

Your parents’ anger quickly changed to concern as they ran to your side. But it was too late.

The lightning storm struck your house, the entire structure shaking with its’ force. Your Father grabbed you, lunging for the front door as the building began to catch fire. 

You and your parents had barely made it out without the flames swallowing you whole.

Immediately, you opened them back up, mortified by the memory. You’d dropped a burdensome secret on him, and so the quiet on Taehyung’s side wasn't all that surprising.

You heard his hand rustle beside you. And then you felt it. Slowly, he laced his fingers with yours, the warmth of his hand engulfing your own. You squeezed, making sure he was really there, and he did the same.

Taehyung rolled onto his side, still holding onto your hand. His voice was right beside your ear. It was quiet, but it was there.

“I killed my brother.”

His words felt like a ton of bricks on your chest. Your breath caught in your throat and you were quite sure it’d never come back. “It was an accident-” His voice wavered, a sob threatening to come up.

You turned to him, meeting his eyes. There was a steady stream of tears on your face now. But you weren't crying for yourself anymore. Your body felt like jelly. You were shaking, silent tears falling.

His grip was strong and his eyes were glassy.

“Taehyung-”

“I, I can't hurt anyone else, Y/N. I can't.” He was holding your hand like you were his lifeline. You found yourself speechless, like so many times that night. This was Taehyung in his most vulnerable state, and you still couldn't believe you were seeing, or hearing, any of this.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, “I’m so sorry.” You wanted to console him properly, but how could you when your situations were so similar?

Taehyung only stared into your eyes. His gaze struck a feeling in your heart that you couldn't quite put your finger on. All you knew was how badly you wanted to remedy this broken boy.

“I’m scared too. I’m so scared of what I’m capable of.” You spoke through your tears, choking them down so he could hear you properly. “But we can help each other, can’t we?”

At this, his mouth cracked into a forced grin, the corners shaking terribly. He looked down, a tear rolling out of the corner of his eye and down the tip of his nose. He was quick to wipe it off, no doubt to try to save his pride. “Yeah, we can help each other.”

Your heart had broke for him. But at the same time, seeing Taehyung in such a vulnerable state, his emotions laid out in front of you, had released a powerful feeling in your heart. It made you feel stronger- like you really weren’t alone in all this.

You repeated it one more time- more for yourself than him.

“We can help each other.” You closed your eyes, “We can.”

You lay in your bed, your mind on one thing and one thing only- Taehyung.

You’d returned to your room about an hour ago, parting with him with ‘goodnights’ and sad smiles. And even though you were beyond emotionally drained, you couldn’t seem to get a wink of sleep. Your brain just wouldn’t shut off.

Taehyung had totally opened up to you and showed a side of him that you didn’t even know existed. He cut his heart open and let the contents spill out- right onto your lap. The weight of his secrets were painfully present, and it was burdensome, as much as it was liberating. You felt closer to him than you ever had with a friend, and it happened in such a short amount of time.

A shiver ran up your spine and you clutched your covers in response, pulling them all the way to your chin. It was like Taehyung’s power had driven the cold into your very soul. You could still feel the wind around you and hear it in your ears. But something cut through the breeze- a sharp knock.

You sat up, wondering if you were imagining it. But there it was again, a knuckle rapping on your door, a bit lighter the second time.

Glancing at the window, you saw the sky starting to lighten. It must be Taehyung- maybe he couldn’t sleep either? Besides, who else would be up this late? Whoever it was, you must’ve kept them waiting for too long, because their footsteps began to retreat towards the stairs.

You slipped out from under your blanket at record speed, stepping towards the door and tugging it open. Squinting, you could see a figure freeze in their place. They were at the edge of the stairs, just about to take their first step.

The boy turned around quickly, staring at you like a deer in headlights. His voice was hushed. “Why are you awake at this time?”

“I could ask you the same thing- Yoongi.” You retorted, taken aback by the person’s identity. “And why did you bother coming if you didn’t think I’d be awake?” Your tone was more bitter than you’d meant it to be. You were still upset about what had gone down in the living room earlier that day.

His face twisted, and you braced yourself for the sting of his next blow.

But it never came. Yoongi only looked down at his feet, stuffing a hand in the pocket of his sweatpants.

“Yoongi?” You said quizzically, your voice just above a whisper. It was the middle of the night, after all. The maids would wake if you were too loud.

“I just thought-“ He sounded careful, and almost embarrassed. “I’d feel a little bit better if I just, made the effort to apologize. Even if I was the only one that knew.”

You hadn’t expected this reply at all. Apologize? Yoongi? Unheard of.

But you didn’t have a chance to say anything back, because the sound of a door opening on a floor below echoed through the stairs.

Yoongi took one glance over his shoulder, before grabbing onto your shoulder and steering you back into your room. He shut the door behind you two, leaning his back against it with a puff. “Headmaster would chew us out if he saw us out of bed this late.” He explained, eyeing your expression.

You released the breath you had been holding, accepting the fact that you were now alone, with Yoongi, in your bedroom, in the middle of the night.

Sighing, you motioned towards the bed, “Do you want to sit?” Afraid of the connotations, you added, “ And talk?” Your cheeks flushed, and you mentally thanked the dark of the room for hiding it.

“No.” He said, aloof as ever. Clearing his throat lightly, he added, “I’d rather stand.”

In an attempt to look casual, you shrugged and plopped down on it, “Suit yourself.”

Yoongi’s gaze drifted from you, resting on the window on the wall opposite him. The last bit of moonlight was peeking through, shining on him, and a silence was growing between you two.

It felt like an eternity before he broke through the quiet.“This room isn’t very big, is it?”

“It’s a closet with a bed in it.” You laughed dryly.

One side of Yoongi’s mouth lifted into a smirk and he looked at you. But as soon as your eyes met, his face dropped. He raked a hand through his hair, stricken with a feeling you couldn’t quite decipher.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was low, but it was sincere. You swallowed, preparing to accept. The quicker you did, the quicker he could leave. This situation was exceptionally odd and you would quite like it to be over. But after a short pause, he kept going. “I’m sorry that I made you do that.” He cleared his throat, “I didn’t think it was a big deal, but when you reacted like that-“ He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows, “I’m just, sorry.”

Blinking, you took in his words. Had he really felt so bad that it kept him up? That he had to come here in the dead of the night and apologize?

You felt like you had learned something about Yoongi from this- that you had made a chip in his cold exterior.

A smile crept up on your face, “I forgive you.”

He nodded nonchalantly in response, but you saw the relief on his face. He blinked, stuck his chin up and narrowed his eyes at you, “Just- don’t expect us to be all friendly now.” Yoongi slipped in coldly, “I apologized, now we can just forget about all this. Nothing’s changed.”

“Got it.” You couldn’t seem to stop smiling despite these words. It still felt like progress to you.

Yoongi cast a sidelong glance at the doorknob, an indifferent expression on his face. You knew it was beginning to be morning without even looking at the window, as the light of the moon was no longer illuminating his profile. His back was to you now and just as he began slipping out the door he gave a soft, “Goodnight.”

“Good morning.” You corrected lightheartedly.

Yoongi gave a tight lipped smile, looking at you over his shoulder. “Yeah, I guess it is.” His eyes bore into yours.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

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asjdnsejkgfnkd THANK U!!!! i’m so glad u like it :’) i’ve literally been brainstorming it for like a year!!!! rip

CH. 2 is posted!!!!!

bts x female reader

romance / fantasy / action / etc. ??

word count: 5563 

plot: after, accidentally, causing quite a disaster for your family, you land yourself in the ‘twilight zone’- a home for kids with more than human abilities. you’re meant to spend your time there learning how to control your powers. however, fate has another thing in store for you and your housemates.

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Today, with yesterday's experience in mind, you had gotten to breakfast right on time. In fact, many of the boys still weren't there yet. It was currently only you, Jin, and Namjoon at the table.

You took a hefty spoonful of your oatmeal, looking at Jin as you chewed. He was chattering about the dream he had last night, and you nodded your head as he went to show that you were listening.

“-and you were there too, Y/N.” Jin pointing his spoon at you with wide eyes, “Well, except, you didn't have any legs.”

You covered your mouth, nearly spitting out your food as you laughed at this. “Stop dreaming Y/N, as an amputee!” Namjoon sputtered beside you, his words fading off into a loud laugh.

“I can't control my dreams!” Jin fired back, the volume of voice quickly increasing. They were arguing in good fun, smiles on both of the boys’ faces.

“You know, I'm glad your ability is super speed, Jin.” You shook your head, still giggling a bit, “If you were precognitive, I’d be worried right now.”

Even though it was your own joke, you laughed along with them. It made you happy to be getting along with them. Acceptance has, and always will be, the best feeling.

“I can hear you guys from the third floor, you know.” Yoongi announced irritably. He yawned into his hand as he made his way to the kitchen door.

Namjoon chuckled, “Morning,Yoongi.” His greeting was brushed off, in fact, Yoongi didn't even glance in his direction. Namjoon showed no sign of surprise or annoyance. You wondered how the boys dealt with Yoongi constantly giving the cold-shoulder, scoffing to yourself.

Hoseok and Taehyung were the next to enter. You watched Taehyung’s cheeks lift until he was grinning. Whereas, Hoseok had a beam on his face the second he came into sight.

Taehyung caught your gaze, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he looked at you. “Good morning!” He said happily, him and Hoseok following in Yoongi’s footsteps.

“Good morning.” You and Namjoon chorused.

Now, the three boys had settled at the table and were downing their breakfast as Jin summarized his dream once more for the newcomers.

“Well, that's bizarre.” Yoongi commented once Jin was finished, his lips curved up in the slightest. This was probably the most amused expression you'd seen him make so far. “Do me a favor and keep me out of your dreams.”

“Why do all of you think I have some sort of lucid control over them?” Jin defended, “Your appearances in my dreams are not by my own accord.”

You giggled, the noise fading off as you looked up at the clock mounted beside the doorway. “Oh- aren't we supposed to have class now?” You puzzled.

“Class is only on Mondays and Fridays,” Taehyung was quick to explain. He pushed his fringe out of his eyes as he spoke, still suffering from a serious case of bedhead.

When he failed to elaborate, Namjoon added, “The rest of the week is individual training with Headmaster.”

The gears began to turn in your mind as you remembered your talk with Headmaster Lee the day before. During which, you’d agreed to begin some sort of training with him. He had mentioned that not all of the boys’ powers required regular training. You held yourself back, feeling rather compelled to ask who that was.

“That reminds me,” Hoseok interjected, “I have training today, and Headmaster told me to bring you along so you can observe- to get an idea of what it’ll be like for you, or something like that.”

You grinned. Knowing that you would soon begin your own training, a cocktail of nervewracked thoughts had been mixed up inside of you. However, being able to experience Hoseok’s abilities created a kind of excitement that masked those negative feelings. “Cool! I’m really interested in seeing what you can do.” Your voice was filled to the brim with expression. You thought about asking what his ability was for a moment, but decided against it. You would soon find out- and a little patience goes a long way.

“Oh, and Jimin is supposed to keep you company-” Hoseok continued, glancing around the table, “But I guess that won't be happening.”

Taehyung set his spoon down and pushed his bowl of almost untouched oatmeal to the side. “Where is Jimin?”

Jin let out a deep sigh, “He’s probably still sleeping. He was up all last night worrying about Jungkook.”

“Namjoon, is there any news about Kookie yet?” Hoseok addressed the older boy. He attempted to break his stony expression with a smile, but eventually gave up and allowed his face to drop. “I figured if Headmaster was to tell anyone, it’d be you.”

Namjoon shook his head solemnly, “I haven't heard anything, but I know Headmaster is working on it.” He answered Hoseok, but looked at all of us, “This has happened before, and everything was fine. So you guys shouldn't worry.” Namjoon offered consolation, but the unsure sound in his voice really defeated the purpose.

“He’s never been gone this long.” Hoseok’s voice was nearing inaudible- It was almost a whisper, but his words really packed a punch.

For a few moments, a tense silence fell over the table. Only the sound of silverware scraping against the bowls could be heard.

“It’s time for your training.” Namjoon finally cut through the quiet, addressing the boy across from him. “Tae, why don't you go with Y/N?”

Taehyung nodded, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Sure, yeah.” You looked at him with a smile that was supposed to be reassuring, but probably just looked pitiful.

“Okay, let’s get going.” Hoseok said, with a grin, as if the past five minutes had never happened.

Soon enough, you were seated beside Taehyung at one of the desks in the back of the classroom. You crossed your legs, watching as Headmaster and Hoseok had a hushed discussion in the far corner of the room.

“What are they talking about?” You pondered, Taehyung’s eyes flicking to yours at record speed. “I mean, are they going to do any actual training today?”

Taehyung laughed, though nothing you said was supposed to be funny, and answered, “They’re probably just prepping a little. Don’t worry, we’ll see some hands-on training in a little bit.”

“Oh, okay.” Nodded to show that you understood, you didn’t wait long before firing your next question, “I’ve been wondering- does Headmaster have an ability?”

Taehyung’s eyes lit up playfully. “Yeah, he does.” He was being short with you. It wasn’t to be rude, though- he was roping you into the conversation, waiting for your curiosity to get the best of you.

“And what is it, exactly?” You glanced at Headmaster Lee out of the corner of your eye, becoming more conscious of the volume of your voice.

“Let’s just say, that if he didn’t have it, you wouldn’t be here.” He strung you along, shooting you a grin.

You noted the boxy shape his lips formed and took a moment to think about how unique his smile was. “What's that supposed to mean?” You pushed, raising your eyebrows expectantly.

He fixed his fringe, and then finally, he continued with a more serious tone, “Headmaster can sense what other people’s abilities are, if they have one at all.” He paused, watching his words weigh on your mind.

“That's how he found me.” You pieced. Much to your pleasure, the blanks in your mind were being filled in. “That's why I’m here.”

“That's why we’re all here.” Taehyung nodded, glad that you had caught on.

You had about a million more questions and craved to hear all their answers at once. Since your arrival, information had been coming bit by bit and that was bothersome. But, nonetheless, you’re grateful that he could answer any of your queries at all.

Taehyung’s expression had changed rather quickly, his eyebrows furrowed with a look of perplexity. “It is a little strange though. . .”

You puzzled, “What is?”

Taehyung seemed reluctant, but answered, despite himself, “That Headmaster brought you here.”

You opened your mouth, your shoulders slacking as he interrupted, “-Oh, they're starting. Let's watch.” Taehyung clearly didn't want to continue that conversation and he wasn't all that good at hiding it. You were frustrated that you wouldn't know what he meant by that, and made a mental note to pursue the topic later. Your eyes tore from Taehyung’s tanned profile and towards the front of the classroom.

Hoseok and Headmaster Lee were parallel to each other, standing in the big, open space in the front of the room. You were beginning  to understand why the classroom was as large as it was.

Headmaster leaned down and placed something between them. You cocked your head to the side with interest, realizing that it was a small ceramic pot. A little sprout peeked out from it, its’ leaves stretching upwards.

Hoseok looked back at you, his smile bright as ever and his eyes filled with determination. “Prepare to be amazed, Y/N!” You laughed, watching him as he waited for his instructor to give the signal.

Headmaster nodded lightly.

Hoseok responded by stretching his hands outwards so they were hovering, palm down, over the pot. You leaned over the desk and squinted, waiting for something to happen. A few moments passed and you looked to Taehyung with a quirked eyebrow. The question was written in your expression- am i missing something?

Instead of saying anything right away, he reached out his hand. Using his thumb, he softly turned your head back towards Hoseok. “Look.”

You focused again, your eyes widening in awe.

It began as a steady, slow change. The sprout rose, surpassing the lip of the pot. Then, it sprung up at full force, as if Hoseok had been properly warmed up.

He bent his leg, straightening out the other and placing it behind the bent one as if he was bracing himself. He waved his hands at the ground with force.

Suddenly, the tall plant exploded outwards into a series of vines. At an amazing speed, they trickled in strange patterns across the floor boards.

“Wow..” You breathed, eyes bright with wonder.

“Plant manipulation.” Taehyung said matter-of-factly. You could feel his eyes on you, but couldn't tear your own away from the phenomenon happening around you.

The vines were making their way onto the walls, intertwining with the nooks and crannies of the book shelves. You felt a tickle on your ankle, looking down to see on little vine curling over your shoe and up your leg. You laughed, looking at Taehyung, “This is amazing!”

He beamed at you, seeming truly jovial. “Isn't it?”

The plant crawled up your torso and around your arm, ending in the palm of your hand. You watched as a bud sprouted and bloomed. A small, pink flower emerged- about the same color as Hoseok’s hair.

You looked up to find the boy himself, staring at you proudly. You smiled at him with great enthusiasm, communicating just how impressed you were with him. “Another beautiful ability…” You thought, with a momentary tinge of jealousy.

Headmaster was looking around with a small smile. “Now, let's see the reverse process.” He instructed.

Hoseok nodded, focusing his energy back on that task at hand. With one sweeping motion, the vines retracted- much faster than you would've expected.

They shriveled, swallowing themselves up. The flower in your hand closed, as if on a video playing backwards. Soon, the vines ceased to exist and the sprout was back to its original state.

“You've been practicing.” Headmaster was smiling fully now. Hoseok looked pleased with this statement, nodding rapidly in response. “Let's go again.”

You were laying on your bed, studying the outlet beside your dresser with intensity. You got up, crouching beside it. Pressing a finger to its surface, a soft buzz filled your ears. After a moment, a burst of purple electricity climbed your arm until it reached your shoulder, then disappeared.

You were very aware of electricity sources, in any given place, since you were a child. It was like a tickle of static in the back of your mind, one that you were forced to get used to, as it hardly ever went away.

And it didn't take you long to realize that, not only could you feel it, but you could generate electricity. You could control it- to an extent.

You let out a long sigh.

As usual, there was a lot for you to think about. However, one question was the heaviest on your mind since Hoseok’s training session.

What was so strange about Headmaster bringing you here?

It could have such a simple answer- maybe Taehyung said that because you're the only girl? 

Or maybe, it was much more than that. Either way, you had to know.

You’d considered catching him on his way out of the dining room earlier, but didn't want to put him on the spot in front of the other boys. Surely, now would be a better time?

You bundled your sweatshirt sleeves, which were much too long for you, at your wrists before reaching for the doorknob and exiting your bedroom.

You'd gotten to the stairs, but before proceeding, you took a moment to consider what you knew about the house so far.

The second floor, when you go up the stairs, was Headmaster’s office. Additionally, it was lined with many closets that Namjoon told you had house necessities and supplies. The third floor was, of course, the maids’ quarters, where you had been given a bedroom. You hadn't been on the fourth floor yet, but you knew that it held the boys’ bedrooms.

You grabbed the railing and climbed up the stairs.

The fourth floor hallway was dimly lit, four tan doors lining the walls. It had hit you pretty quickly that you didn't know which bedroom Taehyung was in, but there was light spilling out from the two nearest to the staircase. So, you might as well start there.

You let out a deep breath, reaching out to lightly rap your knuckle on the door closest to you.

There were voices on the other side of it, but at the sound of your knock, they went silent. The door swung open slowly, Jin looking down at you with a confused face, “Oh, it's Y/N.” He announced, looking over his shoulder at the boys behind him.

“Hi Y/N.” Hoseok craned his neck until you were in his line of sight and waved. Jimin, who was practically cocooned in covers as he floated above the bed, followed in suit. You returned the wave, sending them a little grin.

“What's up?” Jin quirked an eyebrow at you, looking skeptical of your sudden appearance. You didn't blame him- it was rather odd for you to just show up like this.

You almost forgot to respond, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly, “I- I’m looking for Taehyung.”

This made Jin smile smugly, “Why am I not surprised?” He looked almost devilish as he pointed over your shoulder to the door behind you and chuckled, “Well, that's his bedroom.”

You rolled your eyes, willing the heat in your cheeks to disappear. “It's not like that, Jin. I just need to ask him a-” You huffed, “Whatever, forget it. Thanks for your help.”

Jin winked in response, or tried to, and began to close the door again, “Goodnight!”

“Night,” You muttered, bothered that his insinuations had been able to fluster you.

You stared at Taehyung’s door with a  new determination. At first your knock was met with silence, then a rustle of blankets shifting. You heard Taehyung’s footsteps coming towards you, and then the door swung open.

His eyes were over your head for a moment, as if he was expecting someone taller. But when they found yours, you found yourself having trouble holding his stare.

Taehyung stood in front of you, shirtless from the waist up. Below, he was sporting loose, gray joggers, the waistline hanging just low enough to reveal the waistband of his underwear.

It felt like you had intruded- though, you had knocked. His broad shoulders demanded your attention, you traced his collar bones with your eyes, noting the occasional beauty mark decorating his upper body.

You wondered what Jin would say if he saw you and Taehyung in this state. With pink cheeks, you tore your eyes from his chest.

“Hey, Y/N.” Taehyung’s voice was raspy, he cleared his throat before smiling boyishly and continuing, “I was not expecting you at all.” He laughed.

With your eyes trained to the floor, you stuttered out, “I can do this another time if you want. I mean, if i caught you at a bad time.” You were already taking a step backwards.

“Wha-” He seemed momentarily surprised by your reaction, before stopping to reassess himself. The next time he spoke, he was the one who sounded nervous, “Sorry, I totally forgot. Let me put something on- don’t go, okay?”

“Okay..” You looked up as he sped over to the bunk beds behind him. The covers on both the bottom and top bunk were strewn about and clothing was thrown just about everywhere.

Taehyung had snatched up a mustard yellow hoodie, turning away from you to you to put it on. You eyed the muscles on his back as he slid it over his head.

As he spun back around, you made sure not to be caught staring. He smiled sheepishly at you, approaching the doorway once again. “Sorry, again.” Taehyung said.

“You don't have to apologize.” You assured him, laughing awkwardly.

The two of you stared at each other. No one spoke for several moments, but you barely noticed. You’d found Taehyung’s presence quite comfortable since you met him. He's a warm, friendly person- and a little spacey too, but even that seemed like a nice quality to you.

Eventually, he spoke. “So, what can I help you with?”

“Right!” You were sucked back into reality, shaking your head with embarrassment, “I just, wanted to ask you about something you said earlier. At Hoseok’s practice.”

The corner of Taehyung’s mouth twitched for a moment before he suggested, “Why don't you come in?”

You stepped into the bedroom and allowed him to close the door behind you. Taehyung reached for a wooden chair next to his desk and pushed all the clothes off of it with one motion. He held his hand towards it invitingly, then placed himself on the bottom bunk. “Okay, so, which thing that i said..?”

You sat down. Your question seemed a little stupid now. If you were being honest, you weren't really sure why you went through as much trouble as you did to find the answer. “I was just wondering- what did you mean when you said, it's strange that Headmaster brought me here.”

“Oh, that.” Taehyung blinked, “Headmaster hasn't trained any girls in years.” His response was just as quick, and just as simple as you expected.

“Yeah, I figured it was that.” You nodded, disappointed, but not all that surprised. You contemplated leaving now, a little embarrassed that you sought out something with such a predictable answer.

However, Taehyung began to elaborate, taking you by surprise.

“Well, that made me think-” He spoke without any clear emotion, “That if he went out of his way to scout out a girl after such a long time, you must be pretty powerful.”

So, there was more depth to his words. For a moment, you were happy.

But, a bitter feeling soon clouded that. “Powerful,” You voiced with unease, “Or dangerous?”.

It didn't take long to realize that you had just revealed a part of your inner self to a boy you barely knew. And of all your insecurities, this was the largest. You struggled to make a convincing grin, trying to erase some of the impact of your words.

Taehyung seemed to reel back. It looked like he was struggling to keep his face from dropping, and so his eyes searched for yours with great intensity.

Looking everywhere but at his gaze, you noticed the boy’s hair tousling, as if air was blowing toward it. Goosebumps peppered your arms at the slight cold that had come over the bedroom. As you looked for an open window, that may have been the source of such a draft, Taehyung answered you, his voice just above a whisper.

“Both, I guess.” He had finally responded, a little grin returning to his face. He chuckled, but all the warmth had left his voice. “What’s the difference?”

Namjoon moved his piece forward, landing it on your side of the board, “King me.” He exclaimed, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

You sighed dramatically, but complied, placing another one of the checkers on top of his. “This isn't fair, you're too good.” You complained, pouting your lips.

“Yeah, I’d just give up now.” Jin called from the couch, where he was currently flipping through tv channels, “There's no beating Namjoon at strategy games.”

You looked to Hoseok for support, who was playing around with the potted plant in the corner of the room. He wagged his finger back and forth, making the plant rise and fall over and over, pausing only to respond, “Sorry, Y/N, i'm going to have to side with Jin on this one.” Hoseok agreed, “The only way you're winning is if he lets you.”

“Don't listen to them,” Namjoon suppressed a laugh, not seeming to mean what he was saying in the slightest, “I’m sure you'll do better this next round.”

You were about to respond when some movement caught your eye. Taehyung was walking down the hallway, but he skipped the turn towards the living room and went towards the dining room instead. He hadn’t even paused to say say hello, which seemed a bit odd. Maybe he wanted to go unseen?

“Actually, as much as I’d like to lose to you again-” You pushed off the ground with your hands and stood, “I have to go… do something.”

“Suit yourself!” Namjoon shrugged, dimples showing as he gave a closed-mouth smile. 

None of the boys bothered to ask what that ‘something’ was before you exited the room. Your speed picked up when you were out of their sight. Turning a corner, you arrived at the back door just as Taehyung slipped behind it. 

You took quick steps towards it, so as not to fall too far behind him, and looked through the glass panel on it. You hadn't been in the backyard yet, but from what you could see from your bedroom window, it was mostly forest. Full of curiosity, you reached for the handle.

Just when you began to turn it, a hand grabbed onto your other wrist pulling you gingerly. “Wha-”

“Don’t.” Strangely enough, it was Yoongi staring down at you. His hand remained on your wrist, his grip much more delicate than you would have thought. It was quite cold as well, but that wasn’t all that surprising.

You looked down at Yoongi’s hand, his porcelain skin contrasting against yours. Following your gaze, he retracted it. “Don't follow him.” Yoongi continued, placing his hand in his pocket instead.

“What? Why?” You almost laughed, turning around completely so that you were face-to-face. You looked back out the window to see Taehyung disappearing around the house.

“Just don't.” The sternness of his voice made you draw back, a pulse of energy involuntarily running up your spine. The lightbulb in the fixture above you grumbled with static. Your eyes shot up to it- you knew what was coming.

Before you could do anything to stop it- if that was even possible- the glass blew apart and rained over both of your heads.

Yoongi took a couple steps back, his eyebrows raised in awe. “What the hell?”

You felt bile climb up your throat as you looked at the busted fixture. When you were younger this was a major tendency of yours. One that frustrated your father deeply, though he always tried to hide it. 

You were much more unpredictable as a child- anyone’s guess was as good as yours when it came to knowing what might set your ability off. Though, that’s still not completely false.

“I-I’m sorry.” You groaned. “You surprised me.”

Yoongi looked at you with obvious disbelief, “You did that?”

You were frowning, a mixture of feelings plaguing you. Slowly, you reached up to pick a piece of glass from your hair, nodding as you did so. Yoongi looked at the ground around you, little shards of glass littering the floor like confetti. And then he did the unexpected.

He laughed.

 And it wasn’t his usual chuckle- he was beaming, his guffaws filling the space around you two. You'd never heard this from him, or seen the smile that came with it.

“So, that's your ability then? Blowing stuff up?” He was teasing you, like usual, but his tone was surprisingly light hearted this time.

“No, It’s not blowing stuff up.” You meant your reply to be mocking, but could hardly pull it off. Yoongi had never been this openly entertained by something in front of you and it was rather refreshing. Maybe he wasn't made of stone after all?

His smile had faded into a smirk, but the amusement was still there. “Then what is your ability?”

“Electricity.” You replied, the both of you looking at the shattered light bulb as you did so. “I can generate it…manipulate it,”

Yoongi hummed with interest, “Well, that explains it.” His usual mask returned, “Blowing things up would be a lot cooler, though.”

“Yeah, no thanks. I cause enough damage as it is.” You shook your head wearily.

Yoongi leaned down and used his hands to shake out his hair, little crystals falling out as he did so. He let out a sigh, “I guess I should tell one of the maids about this.”

You opened your mouth, but just as you began to reply, loud voices echoed down the hallway.

“-Turn it up, Jin!” Namjoon yelled, a sense of urgency in his voice.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you, and without a word, he sped towards the living room. You followed, right on his heels, not bothering to dodge the glass around you.

The room was in chaos when the two of you arrived. In addition to the other three boys, Jimin was there now, his dark circles prominent against his fair skin. He looked worse than ever.

All four of them were standing and staring at the tv, frantic looks on their face.

“Rewind it, hurry!” Jimin fretted, shaking his Jin’s shoulder as he did so, “Go back!”

Jin shoved him off, “I'm trying, I'm trying-”

Yoongi and you moved to see what they were staring at, “What is it?” Yoongi asked, squinting at the broken image of a newscaster.

“Are you sure that's what you saw, Hoseok?” Namjoon was dead serious. He, like the other boys, completely ignored Yoongi.

“It had to be him.” Hoseok’s eyes were wide with worry.

Jin let out a strangled yell in frustration as the image on the television cut into full static. There was an uproar in the room, everyone yelling and cursing at the thing.

Without thinking, you strode towards it, placing your hand against its siding.

The storm raged outside your window, the sound of rain on the roof becoming much more violent. You were seven. Bundled up in a blanket and sandwiched between your parents, you were safe from the cold outside

It was movie night, or it was supposed to be. The three of you were watching on live tv and the satellite was having difficulty fighting through the storm.

Your mom frowned, “I guess no movie tonight then?”

You let out a disappointed sigh, “You can fix it, can't you, Dad?”

“I don't think so,” He looked at you with an apologetic smile. Ruffling your hair, his eyes lit up at his new idea, “Maybe you should give it a shot?”

“But, I’m not supposed to use my electricity.”

Your mom laughed, “It's okay, Y/N.” She lifted the blanket from you and ushered you off the couch, “Just try it. Nothing’s lost if it doesn't work.”

You took careful steps towards it, pressing the pads of your fingers to its’ surface. Closing your eyes, you urged the spark inside of you out.

A fizzling sound came from the speakers, the image appearing on the tv once more. It happened much quicker than you'd expected- in fact, you hadn't expected it to work at all.

Your parents hooted, applauding you for your good work. This was the first time your powers had been used for good, and it made your heart swell with pride. Because of you, movie night commenced.

You curled back up on the couch, reaching for the blanket. You felt your mom nudge you. She pointed outside as a bolt of lightning stretched across the sky, whispering, “Isn't it beautiful?”

“Be careful,” Yoongi called to you. He was doubting you, and rightfully so. The only thing he'd seen you do so far was destroy a light fixture, after all.

First, the newscaster’s voice came back, loud and clear. The television’s image was flickering, a fuzzy picture coming up every few seconds.

And then, all at once, it was back. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until a relieving gust of air entered your lungs. Clear as day, the woman stood on camera, speaking into her microphone, “-this strange phenomenon-”

You backed up until you were beside Yoongi again, catching his sideways gaze at you. He quickly looked away, but you could've sworn there was a small smile on his face.

The rest of the boys were too worked up to even address what you had just done, all of them screaming about rewinding the broadcast.

Jin pressed the button quickly, chewing on the inside of his cheek with concentration.

“Right there!” Hoseok held up a hand, “Stop.”

“What are you guys so-” Yoongi puzzled, receiving a series of angry shushes in response.

“Here I am, at the site of one of our most obscure stories in a long time.” The woman said into her microphone. She was at the edge of some train tracks, her bright red blazer popping in contrast to the drab colors of the urban area. “Two days ago, ten year old Marcie Tate was playing on the train tracks when a runaway train barreled her way. Luckily, she was saved. However, it's the way that she was saved that shocks everyone she tells. I have Marcie with me today, let's see what she has to say.”

A young girl came into frame, her hair pulled into tight french braids. “Marcie, can you tell me what happened, just how you remember it?”

Marcie nodded, shooting the newscaster a smile. “I was playing with my friends and when they saw the train, everyone ran but me.”

“And why didn't you run?”

“I was scared. I couldn't move.” Marcie’s gaze faltered. She quickly recovered though, her toothy grin making a comeback. “But it's okay because he saved me.”

“Who saved you, Marcie?” The newscaster moved her story in the right direction.

Marcie stuck out her bottom lip, “I don't know his name. But I think he's a superhero. A boy put himself in front me and put us in a giant bubble that kept us safe..”

You knitted your eyebrows together in concentration as you tried to piece together what was going on. The boys seemed to understand fully, though, a couple of them gasping.

“Thank you for speaking with us Marcie, We’re all relieved to know that you're okay.” The woman said, “A police helicopter in pursuit of the runaway train happened to be recording. We managed to get our hands on the footage. This is the raw video, and has not been tampered with. What you're about to see will surely take you by surprise.”

The video was awful quality, and the only sound it had was the spinning of helicopter blades, with an occasional unintelligible voice through the police radio. The camera was following a train moving at a very unsafe speed. You sucked in a breath as Marcie came into the far end of the scene.

Then, in an instant, another figure showed up. It stopped in front of Marcie, and although they were almost just dots from the helicopter’s view, you could see it wave its’ arms around. A blue orb came around them, just out of thin air. Even though you knew Marcie was okay, you grimaced as the train came in contact with the orb.

You weren't really sure what to expect, but this was beyond your wildest imagination. Not only did the train not hit them- but it bounced off of the orb, as if it was light as air. It flew backwards, going just as fast as it had come in the other direction, if not faster.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the television. Yoongi was just as mesmerized as you, whispering under his breath.

“Jungkook.”

Another round of panicked voices rose up. However, Namjoon’s was the strongest above all. “Jin, go get Headmaster.”