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BTS Superpowers

Namjoon: Power of Probability. Namjoon foresees the probability of each decision and has lived a fairly lucky life. He leads the team by giving foresight and providing a sense of comfort. Leadership skills.

Jin: Power of matter manipulation. The man creates and destroys to suit the needs of his teammates, it's clearly a powerful superpower.

Yoongi: You would not want him to speak or write in your presense. For when he does, you only feel cold, sharp swords and knives stabbing you into a million pieces. Since he can't speak or write to his team, he resorts to sign language to communicate to others.

Hoseok: Light is his guide and your terror. He can blind you, or snuff out your light. Bending light also creates mirages and can make things invisible.

Jimin: Power of Water. Ever fluid. One minute peaceful and healing, next is unleashed chaos and danger.

Taehyung: Power of Drawing. Also known as the most creative, anything he draws comes to life. He can use his drawings as a decoy, his weapons, his mode of transportation, etc. Anything you can think of, and everything you haven't thought of, he's used it to his advantage. Only the most creative wields this powerfully.

Jungkook: Power of Copy. He can do anything and everything anyone does. Why? He can copy powers, skills, careers, voices, etc. This makes him one of the most dangerous ones to be around because he can do anything.

just finished Unravel Me by tahereh mafi and I am ITCHINGGGGGGGGG to write a BTS supernatural fanfic where they all have powers

Seven Deadly Sins / BTS OT7

➭genre: oneshot, superpower au, supernatural au, angst, fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, slow burn-ish

➭summary: hiding from the law isn’t easy nor comfortable and even after doing it for months it doesn’t get easier. it’s exhausting and draining, especially when you sleep next to a living oven with a temper… but he tries to cool it down just for you. and despite feeling drained, his fire still burns.

➭warnings: mentions of suicide(GULP), a few cuss words, not properly edited, he is kinda a butthole but stay with me now, that’s about it..

➭notes: new mini series maybe? maybe?? just oneshots/requests about the members with their own powers with some lore sprinkled in. do we see the vision? yoongs gives off a little self sabotage vibes which is honestly so me..

You glance up at the small dirty clock on the top of the wall for what felt like the tenth time within the past half an hour. You read it and let out a sigh, your leg bouncing anxiously as you glanced at the door.

Yoongi got off at eight and could usually make it back in twenty or so minutes. But it was eight thirty and there was still no sign of him.

It’s dark and there’s light rain hitting the windows of the motel, a perfect night for patrollers or some pedestrian to catch sight of him or his *abilities* and report him.

The thought causes a shiver down go down your spine. With no phone to communicate with him by, if something happened to him it’d be hours before you’d even realize or have the courage to go out looking for him.

You looked down at your plate, half empty and cold before sighing and leaning back against the couch. You closed your eyes, trying not to focus on the time in order to not have a panic attack or a full on breakdown. It was weird how dependent you became to Yoongi, in every sense of the word.

He stood up for you when you couldn’t do it yourself, he helped you survive when you were almost dead. He took you under his wing and took care of you, showing you tricks on how to get through the cruel world. And then after a while, he cared and protected you. Showed you love and other things you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You remembered the first time he smiled at you when you went to hop trains or showed off how the could twirl a stick that had fire at the ends without dropping it (even though at first he was hesitant to use fire at all around you). You smile at the memories, relaxing slightly only to be jolted back to life when the door to your motel room flings open.

Startled, your eyes shoot open and to the door, trembling at the loud sudden sound of the door swinging open and hitting the wall when it collided. You stood up for the couch, ready to fight or flee when your eyes meet the one who dramatically entered.

“Yoongi.. you almost broke the door. And you’re super late.” I said through my breath of relief, muscles relaxing when I see his familiar figure and face before he closes the door.

“Not now, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” He mumbled, his hands working to take off his soaked black hoodie as he tosses it lazily onto the couch.

You were silenced, watching as he walked to the bedroom. An upgrade from the last motel since there were no real rooms and it was all one tight space. You leaned next to the doorframe, watching as he took off his shoes and white t-shirt, revealing his huff chest underneath.

“Rough day in the kitchen?” You asked as you watched him gather his things for a quick shower, like always.

“Yup. And the rain didn’t help.” He mumbled, tilting his head slightly as he thought about it. “Oh right.. you okay?” You asked, slightly concerned.

“Fine, just makes my skin all hot and my body heavy. Hard to control my fuckin ‘ability’ too.” He rambled half heartedly as he rumbled through his things. Most days it was like he never stopped moving. He was anxious, irritated but you knew it was just because he was worried.

He was never used to staying in one place so being in the motel for so long was making him antsy. His mind was always on go, like it had always been.

“Did you need something?” Yoongi’s slightly annoyed voice came through to you, blinking at him as you noticed his slightly confused and irritated glance.

“I.. There’s food in the microwave.” You muttered as he got his towel and walked past you. “Do not need to be around anymore food, Y/N.” He mumbled as he passed me and into the bathroom, silent as the door closed.

You sighed, leaning your head against a nearby wall as you listened to the shower run, feeling exhausted yourself. As ironic as it sounded, he could be cold sometimes.

You made your way into the bedroom, lying down and covering yourself in the sheets as you tried to keep the bad thoughts out of your mind. Thoughts about not running anymore and accepting the fate you were bound to have. Alone or in some lab for studying. Thoughts of having to live your whole life in some motel, rotting away as fear swallowed you hole.

No matter what Yoongi believed, a part of you hoped and wished that there was something more. That something would change for the gifted people. Or that things would go back to a more carefree time where you jumped trains with Yoongi or slept at his parent’s house and played with his dog.

With a burst of determination and sadness, you hopped out of bed. With one swift movement your shoes were on and you were going to the couch and getting his hoodie. You stopped, listening as the water still ran in the shower before making your escape out the door.

It had been a while since you were outside. The rain wasn’t so bad, you liked the feel of the water in your hair and on your face. You walked past the other rooms of the motel and onto the sidewalk.

It was dark, not much traffic and not others walking. You hummed to yourself, a peaceful song you heard while watching an anime once. Not allowing your mine to eat you alive with memories about your childhood like it had gone with Yoongi.

You simply, walked.

You walked and walked until your legs finally got tired, and you could hear crickets in the grass and fighting in the alleyways. You hadn’t noticed the rain stopped, making you glance up at the sky. You looked up at the stars, making a small wish, no matter if the star wasn’t moving. Just like you in the motel, the star stood in place. Shining brightly throughout the dark night sky. It gave you hope.

You looked at the clock as you entered the motel, a little bit past ten o’clock. You glanced at the couch, Yoongi not being there like you had been waiting for him earlier. You didn’t know what changed. What happened for the relationship to be like this.. Dry and cold like it had been outside. But.. the star still shined.

You quietly took off your shoes by the door and hung up the jacket before slowly and quietly making your way to the bedroom. A dim lamp was on but Yoongi was fast asleep, small breaths being heard as you saw him cozied up in the bed. You couldn’t help but smile softly. You never stayed awake to see him sleep, and for the first time in a while, he didn’t seem as tense or stressed. Like he was free in his sleep.

You climbed into the bed next to him, he was on his side, his back turned to you and you decided the let him have his peace and faced away from him also. The walk made you realize you needed your peace to. Away from him and everything else. It helped you fall into your own peaceful sleep.

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You woke up to the feeling of being warm. Very, warm. Arms were around your waist and a you could feel a body pressed up against yours. As you accepted that fact, a small smile wiggles onto your face. You could feel his hair against yours as his breath hit your neck. As much as you loved the cuddles, you took a minute before wiggling out of his grasp and out of the bed. His arms loosening around you as you managed to make it out of the bed without waking him up.

He stirred slightly when you winced, clenching your side as it started to sting. You knew why, and took a breath as you shakily went to the bathroom.

You opened the cabinet and ruffled through all the other products before your eyes landed on something and you tightly grasped it with one hand. Burn cream.

You lifted up your shirt slightly and looked at your side. The shirt itself was fire resistant to an extent, but the heat from the oven in your bed had managed to make the shirt hot enough that it still burned your skin and the wetness from the rain made it worse.

You sighed, taking off your shirt with another wince as you opened the cream and started to dab it on the bruised skin. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, sometimes it would be in the same spots. It was just something that happened since you started sleeping with him, which was ages ago.

“Did I do that?”

A raspy deep voice called out, startling you slightly just as you were digging out the last of the cream in the bottle you almost dropped.

You looked outside the bathroom door (which you stupidly forgotten to close) and see Yoongi standing outside, hair ruffled from sleep and his eyes squinted as he pointed to your bruise.

“I.. It happens sometimes.” You muttered, not wanting him to feel bad. That’s why you had never told him. He was always taking care of you and when he slept, he could finally relax. You didn’t want him to be worried about you even while he slept.

“Really? Cause that bottle is damned near empty.” He pointed out, looking disappointed that you had even tried to lie. He took a step closer, looking down at the burn again before up at you. His face fell slightly as the two of you met eyes. “I do this to you?” His voice cracked slightly.

“You do everything for me.” You replied, putting down the bottle down and wrapping your arms around his neck as you got closer to him. “This is nothing-“

“This is bruises. I saw the bottle, I’ve been hurting you. For a long time..” he said, slightly shaking his head, his tone slightly despair as he thought about it.

“Yoongs, I love your fire, it makes you who you are. I love you and everything you do for me.” You said sternly but softly, trying to let him know just how serious you were about him. “I’m not giving up on you or anything.” You said with a breath.

“Baby..” he said, slightly stunned but still concerned. “You once told me that love is fire. That it’ll either go through you and warm your heart or burn your house down.” You said and his eyes widened slightly with shock, swallowing as he tired to hold down his emotions.

“I know, you’ve burnt bridges.. and burned down houses.” You thought back to the story Yoongi told you, way before you met. How he had tired to use his fire to set his house on fire. How he had given up.

“But as cringy as this sounds, your fire warms my heart.” I concluded, his shoulder slumping as he leaned his head against mine, his breathing heavy. “I’m not giving up on you, Yoongs.” You replied, remembering him that things were different now. “or anything.”

The star. The star had given you hope. And when you felt Yoongi’s lips against yours in a soft kiss. You smiled, knowing you had given him hope to. Despite all the constant swings from cold and fire. You weren’t burned alive. Yoongi was still saving you, and you were still having him.