dom-joonie:

A/N: So, after much consideration, I’ve decided to repost this story. I originally posted it back in January, and delete it soon after, but I recently discovered it in my BTS folder, read it over, and decided that I still really enjoy the idea–SO–here we are!! xD

Introducing, my superpower college AU–which will basically be crack, humor and drama. There will be no certain pairings (as of this point) and will most likely contain hints of OT7 (random pairings) x Reader.

Anyway! I’ve talked too much, I think, so let’s just get down to the good part :p And please note–I’m literally just writing this for fun. If you decided to stick along, I hope you enough, though <3

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Genre: Superpowers + College AU

Rated: T

Words: 1,537

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The world you know is quite an odd one. A person either lives normally or abnormally—you’re pretty sure there’s no in between. Not when super powers are involved, at least. Not when the boy that lives five doors down from you can run to class in a minute flat while you have to take a 15 minute trek across campus. Not when your professor graduated from Harvard in a year thanks to their ability to know every piece of information in the world without blinking.

They live abnormally—with an advantage.

And then…there’s you. You, who is part of the 2/3rds of the population that is born into a fairly-safe, powerless life.  You, who is forced to live life normally and within its set guidelines.

It’s really not as bad as one would think. Not having powers means not having enemies. Not having powers means not being discriminated against—you’re the majority, after all. Not having powers…well, actually, that’s about it. There are only subtle differences in the lifestyles of the “gifted” and “non-gifted”, and therefore you don’t find it very hard to live your life knowing your genetic make-up is uniform and nothing special.

You are nothing special.

Wow…what a shitty way to put it.

You laugh, lips quickly zipping shut soon after when the girl sitting a few seats away from you sends you a nasty look. Your lecture hall is packed, utterly quiet save the echoing sounds of pencil against paper and the occasional snore.

You can’t blame whoever it is for falling asleep honestly, because you’ve been day dreaming for the last half an hour anyway.

When the lecture finally ends another twenty minutes later, you leisurely pack your notebook into your bag and make for the door. A warm summer breeze greets you as you step out of the building, the sun staring you straight in the face as it slowly makes it’s descent towards the horizon. It’s already nearing dinner time, and while the other students around you split and make for the dining halls, you turn the opposite direct and head for home—or, rather, work.

Your life follows a schedule that goes uninterrupted for the most part: sleep, school, work. Throw in some food breaks in between and you’re good to go. It’s nothing exciting, but you find it fulfilling nonetheless, and that means it’s enough.

The door to your workplace chimes as you step through the entrance. Behind the counter your female manager greets you and you wave politely in reply, hurrying into the back of the café to grab your apron and work shirt from your locker.

You’ve been working at this café since you started college a year ago. Your managers—Ryeowook and Nana—are nice and pay you well (hallelujah!), plus the job is fairly easy, so everything works out well for you.

Your shift is until 9, and you work diligently the entire time, serving all of the after-hours businessmen and other college students that stop in for some chow and coffee. Everything goes smoothly, just like it always does. At 9, you clock out, wave goodbye to Nana with a smile, and start down the dark streets.

Not many people are out on a Tuesday night—even if it is summer. Midterms are approaching and this end of town isn’t known for partying anyway. That’s why you like it—not that you’re a party pooper! You slide into the occasional frat party, of course, but…it’s just not your style. This side of town is quiet and safe and—

“Help me!”

…apparently not that safe.

You’re in motion before your brain can catch up with your feet, your backpack bouncing heavily against your back as you bound up the block towards the sound of the cry. It was a woman yelling and you’re sure that it’s just some petty crime going on—a purse snatcher or something of the sort. That you can handle. It’s not too hard to kick a guy in the balls and run to safety, after all.

You got this.

Turning the corner, you hear more strangled cries and slow down, a chill creeping up your spine. Something…something doesn’t sound right.

However, you still don’t stop, creeping slowly along the front of a shop as the sounds get closer and closer. An ally nears you, and you peek your head around the corner, searching for the source of the cries. A little ways up the dark alley you spot a woman flat against the wall, a man standing a foot from her.

He’s not touching her, but she’s still letting out a strangled cry, the veins in her neck bulging as she throws her head back in pain. The woman’s mouth opens but no sounds come out, and you know that something terrible is going on here—something that is beyond your ability to stop—but your brain once again fails to communicate with your feet, and you step out into the open.

You only make it a few hurried steps forward before suddenly there’s a swift snapping sound—the woman’s eyes rolling back into her skull, her body promptly dropping to the ground. Her limbs sprawl out awkwardly against the pavement, bent at angles that you know humans can’t make, and you freeze.

She’s just been murdered—right in front of you. And now—

The man a few feet up the alley twists his head to look at you, eyes glowing blood red and piercing through the silence that stretches between you.

And now…some dude looking like he bought color contacts to cosplay Sasuke Uchiha is standing there looking ready to just about murder you too.

Christ.

Sneakers scraping against the asphalt, you take a tentative step backwards. His eyes narrow immediately, and before you can even begin to think of screaming and running away a force overtakes you.

Your limbs become stiff, pain shooting through your body as you struggle for air. You can feel your body shaking, trying to fight against the power he has over you, but you know you won’t prevail. You don’t have any powers—nothing is going to get you out of this.

You’re as good as dead.

Lungs screaming, body thrumming excruciatingly as all your muscles constrict, you finally manage to throw your head back and let loose a tortured yell. Your nervous system is starting to freak out, running into overdrive and ready to pull the plug at any moment. And then…everything stops.

There’s a sharp crack followed by boom—the sound of bricks crumbling to the ground.

You drop to the floor, your knees and palms digging into the gravel as you barely manage to save yourself from a face-full of cement. Your lungs are screaming in demand, your breaths quick and shallow as you brace yourself on your forearms, trying to get your head back on straight.

Your body is still aching from the man’s powers, but you’re alive. That’s the important part.

“Hey, you ok?”

Blinking in shock, you look up to find a male looking to be around your age knelt in front of you. He’s got styled black hair and dark eyes, his head cocked to the side innocently as he stares at you.

“I…what?” you question, pushing yourself so your seated on your knees. You look past him, eyes widening in shock when you see the man who had been hurting you earlier lying at the foot of a crater which had been knocked into the buildings wall.

“Heyyyy~,” a hand waves in front of your face, and you turn back to the boy yet again. He frowns.

“Are you ok, or what?”

“That motherfucker just used the goddamn force on me!” you yell instead, pointing a finger accusingly at the unmoving red-eyed male, and the boy blinks in shock. Then…he laughs.

“Oh man!” he cackles, gripping his gut as he falls onto one knee, his giggles echoing down the now-quiet alleyway. You watch him absolutely loose his shit, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and wonder because…wait, did…did this kid just punch your assailant into the wall? And cause the wall to dent under the impact?!

Finally, once the boy gets his breath back, he stands to his full height and smiles at you, offering a hand. You take it mindlessly, too distracted by his cute, bunny-like smile, and when he tugs you up you fly into him with shocking force.

“Oops,” he says somewhat sheepishly as you disconnect you face from his rock-solid chest. You send him a warning look, but don’t fully separate yourself from him, his hand still gripping yours tightly.

“…who are you?”

“Me?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “I’m Jungkook. What about you?”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N,” he repeats, testing your name on his tongue as his lips stretch into a grin. “Nice to meet you. I—”

Suddenly there’s the sound of a trash can being knocked over behind you and you both turn just in time to see your attacker scramble out the other end of the alleyway, disappearing from sight. Jungkook sighs.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, and, like I was saying,” he turns back and smiles again. “Looks like we’ll be seeing each other around from now on.”