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Rain pours from the evening sky and a deafening crackle of thunder rings through the city.

Lightning suddenly rips through the air, illuminating Jungkook’s form crouched over the edge of a skyscraper.

His tight black vinyl suit clings to every crevice of his body, and his liquidy casing moves effortlessly as he slinks across the rooftop. 

Jungkook’s shiny eyes carefully narrow as they dart around the dilapidated cityscape. He moves his fingers up to adjust a vinyl mask over his face that conceals his identity.

The city looks scorched, tattered and decayed -- and a stifling chemical smell wafts through the air.

Citizens that weave and walk through the streets below have gas masks affixed to their faces.

Suddenly, a high-pitched shriek echoes through the air and Jungkook's eyes snap in its direction.

“Oh my god, help me!”

Jungkook quickly hurdles rooftops until he stands at the top of the building where the scene in question unfolds below him. 

“Please, please leave me alone. I’ll give you anything you want!” The woman pleads, tears streaming down her face. 

Three burly thugs surround her, and she backs into the cold brick wall of the alleyway. 

The woman's breathing picks up as one of the men whips out a knife and presses it to her throat. Her bags drop from her trembling fingers, and the other two thugs rush to collect her items.

The knife presses into her skin further as she tries to claw the thug away before she shrieks out again.

Jungkook zones into her: the fear emitting from her pores, the beads of sweat slipping down her forehead, the sound of her heartbeat pulsing rapidly in her throat. He quickly leaps down from the tall building and lands on the floor before the scene, his impact shattering the ground.

Enough.

Jungkook swiftly moves to grab the main thug and twists him by the elbow -- effectively breaking his arm. He quickly grabs the same man by the throat and hurls him to the back of the alleyway. 

The other two thugs drop the woman’s belongings before they shoot Jungkook a challenging look. 

The two rush toward him, and he bashes their skulls together before whipping them to the back of the alleyway alongside their leader.

Jungkook sprints to grip the woman by the throat, and she lets out a scream as Jungkook slams her deep into the depths of the brick wall behind her.

“Isn’t this a scene in like, every superhero movie ever?” 

Jungkook grits through his teeth at the woman, lifting her higher up into the air.

“I’m not sure what you m-” The woman scratches at Jungkook’s relentless grip, which tightens even further with resistance.

“Answer me!” Jungkook snarls as he presses the woman deeper into the crumbling wall. 

The woman giggles as her air supply starts to cut off. Her eyes look down to meet Jungkook’s before she starts to speak.

“Okay, okay. You’re too good at this, Kookie,” The woman’s long blonde hair shrinks back into a short, black cut -- and her eyes turn from blue to a deep brown. Her features turn masculine, and the new face expresses a smug smile. “You know I love playing with you like this. It’s like old times.”

The thugs crumble and dissipate into a haze of smoke.

“You’re such a piece of shit, Jimin,” Jungkook whips Jimin to the floor this time, crouching on top of him as he presses him further into the layers of concrete. Jungkook’s grip is still firm on Jimin’s neck as he steadies his eyes on the man's face. “Actual lives could be in danger, and I’m here dealing with you.”

“You love it.” Jimin grits through his teeth, managing to run one of his hands up the wave of Jungkook’s abdominal muscles through his skintight suit. He feels Jungkook’s intensity waver and his grip lighten as he does so.

“And you’re still weak for me I see,” Jimin manages to breath out. An inner conflict fights its way through Jungkook’s eyes as he trembles with anger. “Just give in.”

"Stop it-" Jungkook shakes his head and Jimin’s form crumbles into ash and smoke. Jimin appears behind him instead, wrapping Jungkook in a headlock. 

“Join me, and things won’t have to be this hard.” The warm invite from Jimin’s lips floats to Jungkook’s ears and he groans in response.

“Never,” Jungkook reaches his hands up to remove Jimin’s tightening arms from his throat. “Let me go!”

Jimin giggles in response, slowly licking Jungkook’s ear while he struggles. He tugs at his earlobe with his teeth before he speaks. 

“So be it,” Jimin whispers before he latches his nails deep into Jungkook’s skin through the suit, dragging his nails across the flesh of the man’s chest. Jungkook roars out in pain as his skin starts to bubble with a mix of bright red blood and green, acidic liquid. “You’ll be dead in eight hours. Good luck.”

Jimin sucks his own fingers as Jungkook’s grip on him loosens. He looks down as he watches Jungkook collapse to the ground. 

Jungkook’s vision turns hazy as Jimin stands over him. His chest heaves with his last breaths before Jimin fully drifts out of focus.

***

THREE YEARS BEFORE

Jungkook enters his apartment and lets out a heavy sigh. He pulls off his baseball cap and trench coat and tosses them on the couch. He lifts a face mask from his mouth, throwing it down on the table.

The apartment is covered in wood paneling and water stains, and you could tell this was more of a temporary situation than a home. The windows are sealed shut and covered with newspaper, but a cold, damp air still arrests the room.

Jimin sets down the cup of hot water he’s sipping. He runs to embrace Jungkook -- a grateful puff of breath falling from his lips and into the cool air. 

Jimin looks into Jungkook’s saucer eyes, which are filled to the brim with despair.

“Babe, what’s the matter?” Jimin stands on his tippytoes, moving to tuck a few of Jungkook’s dark locks behind his ear.

“Have you been following the news?” Jungkook asks, searching Jimin’s eyes. Jimin looks to the ground, hesitating before he formulates a response back. 

“No, I haven’t. It’s too much to bear.” Jungkook chuckles out of nervousness at the answer. 

“You must know we have an hour left to live, right?” He places his hand on the small of Jimin's back, looking down at him.

Jimin glimmers in the moonlight as he observes Jungkook, who lifts his chin up. Jimin rests his palm on Jungkook’s cheek, and he closes his eyes as he leans into the developing warmth. 

Jungkook’s inky eyes slowly lift to meet Jimin’s as he places his much larger hand over his.

“I need you. Now,” Jungkook moves Jimin’s fingers to press against his lips. “One last time. Before it’s all over.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook’s cold lips quickly collect the warmth of Jimin’s as they press together. 

Jungkook tosses Jimin’s arms over his shoulders as Jimin leaps to wrap his legs around the larger man’s waist. Jimin slips his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth as he digs his nails into the nape of his counterpart’s neck. 

Their tongues glide alongside one another as Jimin holds up his weight. Jungkook drags his nails from Jimin’s ass to his thighs, before he returns his hands to firmly clutch Jimin’s slim waist.

Jungkook pushes through the door of the bedroom and drops Jimin to the mattress. 

Jimin stretches his arms above his head as Jungkook moves to cover him. Jimin's fingers run underneath Jungkook's skintight turtleneck, and Jungkook run his lips down the smooth skin of Jimin's arms.

Jungkook takes Jimin’s chin in his fingers, staring at him intensely for a moment. Jimin suckles at his lips before Jungkook takes over in deepening the kiss. 

In the heat of the exchange, Jimin quickly reaches down to unbuckle Jungkook’s pants and undo his own.

Jungkook finally lifts from the kiss to remove their boxers, and Jungkook pushes his cock into the man beneath him. Jimin groans out as Jungkook fills him, but takes it as Jungkook envelops him in another heated kiss. 

Wispy sighs fall from Jimin’s lips as he clutches onto Jungkook’s burly shoulders.

The bed creaks quietly as the two pick up in intensity.

“Harder...I don’t want to feel anything but you.” Jimin sighs into Jungkook's ear as he wraps both arms around his neck.

Jungkook moans before he sears his leaps to Jimin’s neck -- his tortured, scorching breaths only causing Jimin to moan louder. 

Jungkook presses his forehead to Jimin’s, gripping the man’s hips firmly to enter him at a quicker pace. 

“Don’t stop,” Jimin whimpers with every thrust, his nails digging red crescents into Jungkook’s muscled back. “Right there.”

Jungkook growls as he watches Jimin’s expression get closer to bliss. Jungkook moans before he slams into Jimin a final time, placing an emphatic kiss on his lips.

Jungkook collapses onto the bed in a heaving mess, and Jimin rolls over onto Jungkook’s chest.

As the two sit in silence, the sizzling of the neon sign outside of their window filters through the room alongside their breaths.

“I love you Kookie,” The electric blue light graces Jimin’s features as Jungkook brushes his fingers through his lover’s hair. “I mean it.” 

“I love you, too.” Jungkook looks down at him before he envelops Jimin into another kiss.

The kiss intensifies and then breaks after the deep bellow of an emergency alarm through the city. 

***

Jungkook immediately snaps from his short-lived bliss to run to a drawer near their bed. He tosses Jimin a gas mask, and then slips his on. Both masks seem worn, but it seems as if it was the only thing they could find.

The sound of gas sizzling through the pipes rings in their ears before a neon green smoke pumps into the room.

Jungkook grabs Jimin’s hand, effectively lifting him from the bed. The two dash toward the door and snatch it open before running through the hallway.

“Jungkook, wait!”

Jimin tries to loosen his hand from Jungkook’s grip as they continue to run toward an exit. 

“We have to go!” Jungkook catches his breath and brings his body to a halt to look at Jimin.

“You have to leave me here, Jungkook,” Jungkook’s eyes widen as he steps closer to look at the other man. “Look.”

“What? We have to g-” Jungkook’s voice drops as Jimin points to the tear in his own mask. Jungkook’s expression changes several times before he’s able to process the situation.

Jungkook lifts off his mask and looks at Jimin. Jimin tries to pull the mask back onto Jungkook's face, but Jungkook hurls it down the hall.

"Why'd you do that?" Jimin coughs out as he removes his own mask.

The gathering smog in the hall becomes so thick that the two can barely see each other.

"I can't do it. I won’t do this without you." Jungkook outside his palms up, and Jimin presses his hands to Jungkook's. Their fingers interlace before they press their foreheads to each other and collapse.

A set of footsteps runs past their bodies, and they stop for a second to look down at them. 

The woman has on Jungkook's functional gas mask and peers down at the lovers before continuing to run from the building. A few other people flurry past their bodies as they make their escape from the building.

***

HOURS LATER

Two lean figures in high-grade gas masks and labcoats happen upon Jimin and Jungkook’s bodies in the haze. 

The two figures look at each other for a moment before they haul Jimin and Jungkook’s limp forms over their shoulders.

***

DAYS LATER

Jungkook sits up in a choked breath, his eyes rapidly scanning the room around him. His top half is bare, and drenched in sweat. Heart rate stickers are affixed to his chest, and he attempts to free his wrists from the metal constraints that are bolted to the bed.

“You two are some of the only survivors.”

Jungkook looks around to locate the voice, and his eyes land on two men. 

Both wear lab glasses: one man is lanky and tall with brown hair that hangs into his eyes. The other man is a few hairs shorter, and his silver hair is overdue for a haircut as well. Their nametags say respectively: DR. JUNG HOSEOK and DR. MIN YOONGI.

Min adjusts his goggles as he takes a keen look at Jungkook.

“I need you to let me go. I-I’m looking for someone,” Jungkook’s heart rate starts to feverishly beep as the panic inside of him grows. Hot tears stream down his cheeks before he’s able to break the restraints on his wrists. "I have to get out of here."

"I didn't think he'd be able to get out of those so easily, get the gun." Jung instructs Min in a whisper, and Min runs quickly to a drawer to retrieve a small pistol-like object.

"Jimin! Jimin are you here?!" Jungkook stalks around the lab, the testing materials still affixed to his body.

The lab is sleek with metal and glass finishings and new, despite the previous attacks.

Jungkook's hearing zones in on bubbling noises in a back room, and he races toward the sound.

***

Jimin's inside an incubator of some sort, and his breaths come out bubbles in the blue liquid he's suspended in.

"Jimin! Jimin wake up!"

Jungkook presses his hands on the cool glass, and Jung and Min finally arrive in the room.

"He can't hear you." Min mumbles out as he approaches the tank, but Jungkook bangs at the glass.

"Jimin! Jimin, it's me -- Jungkook!"

Min slides his hand into his pocket as he looks to Jung. Jungkook stops banging at the glass for a moment, and his eyes slide to his peripheral vision.

"I know you have that gun, don't try it. Just let us go." Jung and Min look at each other in shock before Min slides the pistol back in his pocket.

A few more tears collect under Jungkook's eyes as he watches Jimin float in the tank, unresponsive. 

"Jimin, please," He looks up again before they release from his eyes. "Give me a sign... anything."

The room falls silent as Jungkook weeps on the glass.

Suddenly, Jimin's eyes shoot open and lock on Jungkook. 

Jungkook senses something and looks up, his eyes meeting Jimin's. 

Jimin's eyes widen, and the glass begins to crack.

Min and Jung look at each other in fear and back away from the tank while Min pulls out the pistol.

Jimin's naked body slides from the tank and onto the floor. He covers himself with his hands and shivers for a moment as he takes in his surroundings. He starts to shake from lack of warmth. His eyes form a pointed anger as he looks at the two doctors.

"What did you do to me?" Jimin's piercing gaze digs into the faces of both Min and Jung, and the two back further into a wall out of fear. 

Min's hand shakes as he watches Jimin stand and start to approach them.

Jungkook grabs Jimin's arm, and turns him to face his direction. Jimin growls and wraps his hand around Jungkook's throat.

“What’s happening to me?” Jimin is firm and then pleads, holding onto Jungkook’s arms. “Help me, Jungkook.” 

"You're unstable Jimin. You have to get back in the tank until we can figure out how to help you." Jung utters, his voice trembling.

"Help me?" Jimin throws his head back and lets out a maniacal laugh. Jimin stops laughing and rushes to pin Jung to the wall by his neck.

"Are you fucking kidding? Where were were you fucking people when I was dying during that attack? Where?" Jimin’s eyes flash with green as his anger rises. 

"I should snap your neck." Jimin growls again before Jungkook pulls him off the man.

Suddenly, multiple clones of Jimin emerge from his body. Jimin looks faint and his grip on Jung releases.

Jimin collapses to his knees as the clones of himself glitch in and out of his body. The clones quickly retreat into his body before Jimin turns into a clone of Jungkook.

The clone of Jungkook begins to sob as Jungkook looks on in horror. The clones eyes fill with tears before it turns back into Jimin.

Min attempts to shoot Jimin with the pistol, but Jimin catches each of the bullets with his fingers.

Jimin looks up to Jungkook with a somber expression before he runs from the room.

The three remaining all look at each other.

"Someone better tell me what the fuck's going on right now ." Jungkook demands.

***

A few digital computer screens trill in the air with live information flitting across them.

“If you look here, you can see survivors that have somehow remained functional after the attack.” Jung points to the screen, and hundreds of green dots pulse on the screen. 

“There are definitely more people like you -- or even like Jimin -- out there,” Jung continues. “Of course, I’m sure the majority of them aren’t stabilized, or coping well with the changes to their makeup.”

Min pulls up an additional screen.

“This here is your DNA. If you look closely, you can see your helix somehow synchronized with the chemicals used in the attack. Most humans should not have been able to survive,“ Min zooms into Jungkook’s helix further. “And you’re the only person who seems to have fully stabilized.”

“Only fragments of the remaining humans’ DNA was preserved, it seems,” Jung chimes in. “Yours being the closest -- and yet, also furthest from a human’s.”

“All of your traits: strength, senses, intelligence are now off the charts,” Min intersects. “And we need your help to stop the rest of the blips on that screen out there.”

Jungkook looks down at himself, pursing his lips together. He flexes his muscles for a second before he looks up at the two, his eyes determined.

“Is this the only way to get Jimin back?” 

Jung and Min both nod at Jungkook.

“Then I’m in.”

***

YEAR 2050

“Have you heard from him at all tonight, Min?”

Jung’s his hands are tucked into a white labcoat and he looks over to Min, who’s concentrated on a microscope. 

Min’s silver hair falls in tufts over his eyes as he tweaks the knob. After a moment, he responds.

“You know the kid never lets us know where he is. Especially this time of year. Look at his tracker, maybe?”

Jung pulls up Jungkook’s location on the screen, but instead of a solid green dot -- his dot is a slowly pulsing red.

Min and Jung both look at each other before they throw on coats and gas masks to leave the lab.

***

“What happened out there, kid? This is pretty bad.” Min clearly knows the answer, but he asks anyway. He injects a needle of clear fluid into Jungkook’s arm.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” Jungkook clenches his jaw.

“If we’d waited any more time to locate you, you’d be dead, you know that right?” Jung dabs at Jungkook’s slowly healing wounds, and he grimaces.

“Maybe it was for the best.” Jungkook’s wet locks fall to his eyes as he hangs his head.

Min sighs and tucks his hands into his pockets as he watches Jung affix stitches and gauze to the deep wounds.

***

An old telly quietly buzzes with the news: “It’s the three-year anniversary of the terrible chemical attacks on the city…”

Jungkook swirls the bourbon in a glass below him before he inhales sharply. He takes a final swig before he puts it on the table. 

“Another.” Jungkook motions to the female bartender, who slinks over. “Sure thing, hotshot. Anything else?” Jungkook’s eyes her for a moment before he raises his chin up.

***

“Give it to me,” The bartender moans out, and Jungkook pounds into her mercilessly from behind. “Just like that.” He pulls her hair into a ponytail to fuck her harder before burying her head into the mattress. Her expletives are unintelligible as they become muffled in the sheets. 

The woman quickly cums on his cock, and he pulls out of her. Jungkook quickly discards the condom in the trash near his bed and lies down.

“You’re so good.” She heaves out with a smile. She attempts to snuggle up next to Jungkook, but after a moment he zones in on the light rumbling of a car outside.

“Your car’s here.” He says without looking at her. 

“Are you serious? You’re a fucking prick.” She gathers her clothing and wraps herself up before leaving his room. 

Jungkook clenches his jaw as he trains his eyes on the ceiling.

After a few moments of silence, a voice fills the room.

“You’re stone cold now, Kookie.”

“That wasn’t very nice.” The voice has a playfulness to it, and it’s unmistakably Jimin’s.

Jungkook sits up and throws the covers off of him as Jimin appears in the room. Jimin’s wrapped in a white cloak and pants, and he crosses his arms as he observes the shock on Jungkook’s face.

“Ah, ah, ah, you’re so good.” Jimin imitates the woman’s moans before he chokes his own throat in disgust. He throws himself into a fit of laughter at his own humor.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jungkook glares Jimin down and Jimin runs his tongue along his lips. 

“Because I can be.” Jimin shrugs. “I told you I won’t let you be until you join the right side of things.”

“And I keep telling you that bigger stakes at play here, Jimin. What lives are left are on the line-” Jungkook gets cut off by Jimin.

“What about our lives? Look at us! We’re ruined, Jungkook. Ruined . No one gave a fuck about us.” Jimin’s voice is notably strained as he talks, and Jungkook’s determination weakens.

“I want to watch the world burn for what they did to us,” Jimin pulls Jungkook into an embrace, and the man freezes. “I want to watch them burn.” Jungkook inhales sharply as he clenches his jaw.

Jimin moves to his tippytoes to place a kiss on Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook pushes him off after a few seconds of savoring the contact.

“You’re still in there.” Jimin sighs in relief as he caresses his hands over Jungkook’s growing member. Jungkook’s brow furrows in frustration. “You still want me.”

Jimin watches Jungkook before he sinks to his knees, taking Jungkook’s rock-solid cock into his mouth.

Jungkook groans out in vexation before he grabs Jimin’s hair. Jungkook knew it was wrong, but nothing felt like Jimin’s slick, plush lips on his cock. 

Jungkook instantly comes after a few seconds, and he grabs Jimin, shoving him onto the bed. 

Jimin’s form takes the weight of Jungkook’s over his as Jimin slides his hands down Jungkook’s back.

Jungkook’s lips sweep Jimin’s into a torrid kiss, and Jimin wraps his legs around the other man’s waist.

As they make out, the two roll over each other repeatedly in the bed until Jungkook lands on top. Jungkook wets his hand from his mouth to coat his cock before he slams into Jimin, and Jimin moans out.

“This is what you wanted, yeah?” Jungkook rides out Jimin until the two reach their peak. Jimin relishes in the waves of pleasure before he wipes his brow. Jungkook lays on the bed, clenching his jaw.

The moonlight hits Jungkook’s chiseled features before Jimin sits up to look at him.

“Nights like this are the only humanity I'll allow left in us.” Jimin whispers as he nuzzles into Jungkook’s neck for a moment before he vanishes into the night air. 

Jungkook’s hand balls into a fist as he looks out of the window.