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miracle ☆ bang chan [ 1 ]

❱❱ PAIRING﹕bang chan x reader

❱❱ WORD COUNT﹕ 9k

❱❱ SUMMARY﹕ Once upon a time, mankind were the unquestioned rulers of this world. That was until giant alien structures called Miracles appeared, somehow making gods of old and new reappear in the world. But these Miracles left unimaginable death and destruction in their wake, while some were blessed with the divine power of the gods that returned. Brave heroes rose from the ruins of their destroyed cities to protect the remaining humans. Those granted the power of Gods were named 'Espers.' And with their extraordinary powers, there is still a glimpse of hope. But only so much can be accomplished as the Espers fight amongst themselves, and as the Gods fight above.

( based off the game dislyte )

❱❱ WARNINGS﹕profanity, mentions of death, (not-so) detailed depictions of violence, blood, character death, mentions of alcohol.

❱❱ NOTES﹕ woo boy... this one took me a few months. I'm very excited about working on this though and I'll do my best to stay consistent about it. message me to be added to the tag list for this series, and please consider leaving a review :)

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You had heard the news about the Miracles. Even if you didn't, it was hard to miss the giant otherworldly structure looming over the city of Gyrate. Upon its arrival, it left a giant crater in the center of the town you called home, taking countless lives... including your family. The Miracle had changed your life in multiple ways, yet you still took the risk by going out. You knew you shouldn't have done it considering the lurking danger, but you really needed to get groceries.

Everything was fine for a while. You were reaching the end of your shopping list and decided to try something different.

Strawberry jam?

You reached out, picking up a jar of the aforementioned jam. With a shrug, you put it back and picked up the blueberry jam instead, inspecting it closely.

Suddenly, sirens began to blare throughout the city, the sound alone making you jump and drop the jar.

—Crash! You flinched, stepping backward as the glass shattered and flew all over the floor. Time seemed to stop as the civilians around you scattered, screaming and looking for somewhere to hide as the sirens continued to blare.

You stood still in shock, turning to watch the crowd that ran around aimlessly outside the grocery store. The chaos was enough to cause a stampede and you began to worry for the city's safety as their screams echoed throughout the streets. The employee behind the store's counter ran over to the door, his hand reaching toward the lock.

A high-pitched screeching sound rang out as monsters flew into view and began to attack the citizens outside.

You had heard about the polygonal creatures that came from the Miracles. The Miramon were ruthless and beyond dangerous. If those who were in the center of the city the day the Miracle arrived didn't die on impact, they were finished off by the creatures that came shortly after. You clasped a hand over your mouth in shock and dropped to the floor.

How could they be this far out in the city?

The government swore they had everything under control and the Miramon would be contained inside the Miracle.

Slowly moving to peek out from the side of the aisle you were in, you watched as the people of Gyrate tried to defend themselves and hide. The traumatic sight of hundreds of people fighting for their lives and ultimately dying would never be erased from your mind. You couldn't do anything but watch.

You wish you would’ve turned away and ignored the people who cried out in agony and pain. You wished you put your hands over your ears and accepted your fate.

But you didn’t.

“There’s a kid out there!”

The words struck a chord in your chest as you watched a small girl with pigtails run to the door, frantically banging on it while everyone sat still and did nothing. Completely alone and afraid, the little girl gave up on entering the grocery store and ran towards the middle of the street, screaming "Help!" over and over again. The high-pitched cries of the child combined with the Miramon's screeching made you coil into yourself, internally begging and praying for someone, anyone to stop all the discord.

The girl's cries for help soon turned into screams of terror as a Miramon approached her, its pointy sword-like arm scraping against the asphalt below. As if an unknown force had taken over your body, you lept up from your spot on the floor and unlocked the store's door.

As the other civilians began to yell in protest, you ran into the street aimlessly, lunging toward the girl as the Miramon drew its sword back and moved to strike.

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ " They're a hero. "

" Hero? I see nothing but a fool."

Someone smacks their lips in frustration.

" Of course, you would say that. "

As you come to consciousness, a blinding white light greets you. You groan in pain, attempting to shield your eyes as the light only grows brighter. Your eyes surprisingly adjust quite quickly, but all you can make out in the white void surrounding you is three figures towering over you.

"Where... am I?" You manage to grumble, sitting up as you gaze up at the blurry people in front of you.

"Hell."

"Hades!" One cries, turning to face the person who last spoke. A deep cackle echoes throughout the void, and the laughter would probably be contagious in any other situation.

"It's best to be blunt here. You died Y/N."

Before you can even spit anything out, you're interrupted by another powerful voice.

"You're not in hell, this is the In-Between. Here, we decide who we want to bless with our powers."

Our powers?

"We are the Gods. Specifically Thor, Heimdall, and Hades."

"What the fuck."

Hades' laughter reverberates throughout the endless void once more as the Gods finally come into view. Heimdall is the first to appear, and what a sight for sore eyes she is. The physical form of the God of Foresight and Surveillance is a tall, pale woman with flowing white hair. Her skin is littered with glowing inscriptions of old nordic language, along with her tethered snow-white robed clothing. Six wings sprout from the goddess' back, glowing lightly with a rainbow-like tint.

Hades follows not too far behind, only slightly taller than the aforementioned goddess. He wears a dark cloak that trails down to his feet, and the edges of the fabric dematerialize like flames in his wake. His skin is dark like coal and his facial features are covered by the skull mask on the upper half of his face. Despite this, you can make out the way his eyes crinkle as he grins at you.

Last but not least, the God of Thunder follows shortly behind Hades. Thor isn't as tall as his colleagues, but he still manages to be just as intimidating as them. The first thing you notice about the god is the giant hammer he carries... and his large orange beard. Other than that, nothing else about the god is noteworthy.

"Y/N, we don't have much time. But in order to save you, one of us has to bestow our powers upon you," Heimdall speaks quietly, crouching directly in front of you to catch your gaze with her piercing white eyes. You blink, utterly confused and baffled by the whole situation, and you begin to regret your previous choices. "We're giving you the privilege of choosing, so choose wisely,"

With Thor's words of advice, you gulp and start to really think about who to choose.

Until another person appears in the void.

All heads turn in the person's direction, who appears with a flash of light and a loud crash.

"Shit," Hades mutters, his eyes immediately darting towards Heimdall who shoots up from her spot in front of you. "Hades, I thought we had more time!" Her stern voice echoes throughout the white void and the newcomer beside you stirs with a groan. "I didn't summon him! This must be Hela's doing." Hades retorts, moving towards the man on the ground. You take a good look at him, watching him breathe peacefully as the Gods around you continue to argue. You can't make much of him out from where you're sitting, but he has a head of curly brown hair, mature facial features, and a giant gaping wound across his chest. Hades kicks his side, immediately waking the man up, who yelps out in pain and shoots up faster than you did previously.

"We don't have time for a complete and gentle explanation, so I'm just gonna give you the run-down. We're Hades, Heimdall, and Thor. To make it here you've made some sort of important sacrifice. In order to continue living in your world you must choose one of us to bestow our powers onto you."

You watch him breathe frantically, eyes wide as he stares up at Hades. He looks over at you before his gaze darts back to Hades.

"You- I—"

The man's words are cut short as the white void begins to rumble, the white slowly starting to fade into black. With a guttural groan and a painfully loud screech, another figure appears in the void.

A tall woman with a red glowing crown floating over her head makes her way to you, her long black veil flowing behind her. She wears completely black attire, a long translucent dress trailing down to her feet. Along her chest is a skeleton-like decoration, which accentuates her waist.

You no longer feel safe when Heimdall draws her sword from the hilt on her back, narrowing her piercing eyes at the woman who continues to draw closer. "Hela—" Hades starts, crossing his arms as the woman stops in front of him. "— Who is this?"

The Goddess of Death merely smiles, her gaze wandering over to the man beside you. She moves closer to him, offering him a hand. Hesitantly, the man takes it and allows the goddess to help him up.

"Why's that any of your concern? I summoned him, so his presence doesn't pertain to you, Hades." The grin she wears on her pale white face is nothing short of devious, and the man standing in front of her wears his fear on his sleeve. He trembles as the goddess takes both his hands, her grin fading into a soft smile.

"Don't look so scared, doll. I'm saving your life."

"—Absolutely not," Heimdall interjects, stepping between Hela and the brown-haired man. Hela furrows her eyebrows, the ends of her dress sparking into small blue flames as she visibly grows impatient. "You have no say in who I bestow my powers upon, move Heim!"

The man looks at you as you stand there in shock, and for some reason, he... smiles?

What kind of idiot smiles in a situation like this? "Hela, please. Your powers are too dangerous for the human world!" Heimdall pleads with the goddess before her, who grows angrier as her dress erupts into blue flames. In the blink of an eye, she darts toward you, reaching out with pure malice in her eyes.

You shield yourself with your arms only to be pushed out of the way by Thor, who uses his hammer to block the goddess' attack. She growls, balls of fire forming in her hands as she throws them in your direction.

"No!—" Heimdall lunges in front of you, shielding you with her angel-like wings. Her hands come up to hold your face, a melancholy frown on her lips. "I must bless you in order to get you out of here alive," she whispers, and her hands on your cheeks begin to glow white. You shake your head vigorously, trying to pry yourself out of Heimdall's grasp. But she holds you firmly in place. All you can do is scream in protest, begging her to let you stay. To save him instead. But it all just fades away... ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ Ding-dong! You flinch at the sound of your doorbell ringing, the sound ringing in your ears as you get up off your couch. The plush purple cushions call your name as you wander towards your door, expecting mail on the other side. You swing the door open, your face turning red as you realize there is a man standing outside and not a package from Amazon. "Oh!— I'm sorry... who are you?" You tilt your head at the stranger with platinum blue hair who stares back at you. He smiles professionally, offering his hand for you to shake as you stare at the intricate blue makeup on his eyes. He wears a striped blue, white, and red button-up shirt, along with a pair of black slacks. "I'm Hyunjin, a recruiter for the Esper Union. According to our radar, you have received a divine blessing, therefore—" "Not interested."

You try to shut your door quickly, but the man sticks his shoe in the way before you can reach the latch. He moves his face to the crack in the door and raises a single brow at you. "That's quite rude."

You let out an airy chuckle at the way he states that as if it isn't the most obvious thing in the world. You move in front of the crack as well, furrowing your brows at him. You recall that the Esper Union was founded by the people who were blessed by the gods, and they aim to protect humans and destroy Miracles. "I'm really not qualified to join the Union. I'm sure you're very busy and have other Espers to recruit—" "You're actually the last person on my list." You blink, chewing on your lip as the man continues to smile at you through the crevice in your apartment's door. He hums, crouching down to your hunched-over level to make direct eye contact with you. "I know what you did that day Y/N. You saved that child's life," He pauses, placing his hand underneath his chin as his smile fades into a more serious expression. "—She was a stranger, yet you took a sword through the back for her. We need people like you." "I just want to talk." He whispers, watching you rack through your brain for any other excuse to dismiss him. With a sigh, you pull the door back open and look down at your feet. "Fine. I'm sorry about the mess... I haven't had company in a very long time." He chuckles as he walks past you and into your living room, a slight smirk on his face as he wanders over to your couch and inspects your decorations. You shut the door, walking into the open kitchen as you watch Hyunjin stare at a picture of your parents. "Want anything to drink?" You ask, and he hums in thought for a moment. "White wine?" He requests, turning around with his arms folded behind his back. You hold back a laugh and nod instead, fishing a wine glass out of the cabinet as the Esper continues to inspect your living room. "Sounds kinda irresponsible to me, considering you're working." Hyunjin jumps at the sound of your voice directly behind him and spins around on his heel, not missing the way you smirk. He smiles and gently takes the glass of wine from your hand, shrugging the slightest bit. "I suppose you're right." He follows you over to your couch, sitting down in the most elegant way possible as you slump down on the other side of the sofa. You sit in silence for a few minutes before he speaks up. "What happened?— I mean... with your parents?" You pull your legs up on the couch, leaning your head back with a soft sigh. "They lived in the center of the city." You mutter, turning your head to watch how Hyunjin's face contorts in sadness. "I'm very sorry for your loss." "Aren't we all?" At your words he hums in response, taking a sip of his wine before placing it on the coffee table in front of him. "Have you been hiding here since..." "—Since I died?" He nods. "I wouldn't call it hiding. I really can't go outside anymore." Hyunjin turns his head to look at you, tilting it slightly with a perked brow. "What do you mean by that?" He asks, blindly reaching for his glass as he stares at your emotionless face. "Everything's really loud." He smiles into his drink, nodding slightly. "I know what you mean." "No, I mean everything's really loud to me." You deject, sitting up from your sad little spot on the couch to get your point across. "—Anything that's remotely loud makes my ears ring." "I see..." He replies, taking a mental note of your condition as you point to the sound-proof earmuffs sitting on the table. "I have to put those on when the sirens go off. Otherwise, my ears bleed." Hyunjin puts his glass down and starts to reach for the earmuffs, but time suddenly seems to stop as Hyunjin leans forward and his glass slowly starts to fall over. In an instant, you push him backward and grab the glass of wine before it topples over and spills. Time starts to move normally again and you take a sip of the liquid with a shrug as Hyunjin stares at you, astonished. "That's a thing too. I can somewhat...predict the future?" You mutter uncertainly, placing the glass back on the table as Hyunjin gently rests his hand on your forearm. "Y/N that's—" "Useless?" "—Magnificent."

Hyunjin finishes his wine, stands up from the couch, and pats you on the back with a gentle smile. "I'm afraid we're out of time, but I'll be in touch." You shoot up from the sofa, escorting him to the door as he hums softly. As he moves to walk outside your apartment, you grab the sleeve of his button-up shirt, feeling a tad bit embarrassed when he looks back at you with a perplexed expression.

"How soon will you be in touch?" You ask, feeling slightly less embarrassed when Hyunjin smiles softly at you. "I'll text you tonight about what my superiors say. But I'm very sure they'll want you working with the Union as soon as possible." You smile at his words, nodding as you let go of his sleeve and allow him to walk out into the hall.

He turns around before spinning back around just as quickly, pointing at you. "One last question— Do you know who blessed you?"

You blink, recalling the events that led up to you being blessed by the Goddess of Foresight and Surveillance. The recollection alone strikes fear into your body as you ponder the fate of the man who was in the In-Between with you.

"Heimdall."

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ The text you received that night from Hyunjin was indeed an invitation to join the Esper Union, albeit a bit unprofessional on the recruiter's half (considering he additionally offered to take you on a date.) Soon you would come to learn that Hyunjin's personal invitation was not a rare occasion because he was, in fact, blessed by the God of Love. "So like...Cupid?" You ask, watching the way Hyunjin's expression contorts into one of annoyance. He takes a sip of his coffee, a cold brew specifically, before placing it down on the table in front of him. "No- Eros." He replies sternly before he redirects his gaze to stare at the decorations of the coffee shop you're in. You stifle a chuckle at how easy it is to rile him up, taking a sip of your own coffee before leaning forward. "So what are your powers? Do you shoot people with a tiny bow and arrow and make them fall in love?" Hyunjin crosses his arms in retaliation, furrowing his brows at such an offensive accusation. "Absolutely not! Do you know how ridiculous that would be? How could you even think that I—" Hyunjin's angry monologue is interrupted by your laughter, and he suddenly realizes why you're pressing the matter. He smirks, shaking his head as you continue to laugh at him. "I see. You're trying to get a rise out of me by making a mockery of my blessing. Very clever." He sighs, checking his watch before standing up and pulling his jacket off his chair to put it back on. "While this date has been fun—" "Not a date." You interrupt, pointing at him accusingly as you stand up in turn, unable to miss the way he frowns. "You tease me too much." He replies, disappointed and a bit dejected by your previous statement. All you can do is giggle in response and shrug as you make your way toward the door, throwing your empty cup away on your way out. "It's fun!" You chime, practically skipping to Hyunjin's car as you walk down the street. He opens the door for you, like the gentleman he swears he is, and closes it once you get in. When he sits down in the driver's seat you turn to look at him, the anxiety of moving to the Union Headquarters finally settling in. "I told everyone to keep it down today— because of your hearing." Hyunjin's voice pulls you out of your thoughts, interrupting your nerve-ridden stupor. "You didn't have to do that... but thank you." He smiles, keeping his eyes on the road as you fidget in your seat. Hyunjin glances over, his smile fading into a concerned frown. "What is it?" He asks, and you're glued to your seat as your mouth goes dry. The memories come flooding back as you remember the white void. Hela's violent nature and blue flames consume your every waking thought. She wanted you dead— But why? You weren't an obstacle to her goals, yet she targeted you in the moment. Maybe she was just taking her anger out on the closest thing. And the man... what if she got a hold of him? What if she blessed him, or worse... —What if she killed him? "Y/N!" You jump in your seat, your ears ringing slightly from the volume of Hyunjin's voice. He looks at you with distress in his eyes, and his eyes widen when he notices you wincing in pain. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... You weren't responding, I thought something was wrong!" He frantically apologizes, reaching over to grab your hand. He gives it a quick squeeze before sighing quietly, nodding towards the building you're parked in front of. "I was trying to tell you that we've arrived at the Union. I'll get all your bags." You move to get out of the car but Hyunjin locks it as you reach for the door handle. "I'm getting your bags." He states, narrowing his eyes at you as he practically dares you to get out of the car. You perk a brow as he attempts to open the door, only to lock it just like he did. "Really?" ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

"Are you sure you don't need help unpacking?" Hyunjin asks from your door, watching you as you start to hang up your clothes in the closet. "Yes I'm sure, you've done enough for me Hyunjin. Thank you." You hear the man sigh, and the familiar click of his shoes as he walks up behind you. You turn around slowly, giving him a soft smile before he reaches out and places a hand on your arm reassuringly. "You'll be meeting the head of the research department soon, he'll want to run tests on you and your abilities… Please don't feel obligated to do what he says because he can get carried away. And if you need anything please let me know." He gives you one last smile before turning away and walking out into the hall, waving goodbye as the door slides shut and you're left alone. As you finish unpacking your bags, your phone buzzes on your bed. —Dinner at 7:30 in the penthouse. It's supposed to be "formal" but you don't have to wear anything extravagant. Sit beside me? 🥺 You chuckle at Hyunjin's emoji choice, checking the clock to confirm that you have half an hour to get ready. You plunder through your closet before you settle on a white, lacey button-up and black dress pants. You shoot Hyunjin a text back letting him know you'll be there and of course, you'll sit beside him.

With 5 minutes to spare, you make your way out of the living quarters and towards the elevator. During the few hours you've been at the Union, you've realized how painfully white everything is. The walls are white, the floors are white, even the decor is white. And as the metal doors slide open, you realize even the elevator is white. You step in and turn around, examining the buttons— Right up until you hear the frantic footsteps of someone running down the hall. "—Wait!" You flinch, looking outside the elevator as a man with black hair runs in your direction. You finally realize what he means by 'wait' and catch the elevator door with your foot before it shuts all the way.

"Thank you so much!—I would've been late if you took off without me!" He steps into the elevator and turns around, reaching in front of you to press one of the buttons. The elevator doors shut quietly.

On the way up you study the raven-headed man, who wears a light red cardigan, a black shirt, and khakis. He checks the time on his phone and mumbles something about spending too much time on his hair. He looks at you and grins, his freckled cheeks turning a light red color in embarrassment. "I'm sorry— I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Felix." "Y/N." You reply simply, giving him a warm smile before you gaze up at the LED lights that indicate what floor you're on. The elevator suddenly jolts, then chimes to announce you've arrived at the penthouse. The doors slide open, revealing the penthouse's magnificent lobby. The floor is a brown marble-y texture that clicks underneath your shoes as you step out of the elevator. Felix points ahead, his gold rings shimmering underneath the chandelier's light as he nods toward a pair of doors.

"The dining room is straight ahead— I thought I'd let you know since you seem new."

You nod in response, following the freckled male into the dining room, and flinch as loud music echoes throughout the room. Just as you expected, a long dining table is in the center of the room and there's barely any room for anyone else to sit down. You scan the room, making eye contact with Hyunjin and immediately darting across the room to him. You try not to plug your ears but fail miserably as the high frequencies in the music makes your ears start to ring louder than they ever have before. Hyunjin senses your turmoil as you sit down in the chair beside him and he snaps to grab the attention of someone across the room. You follow his gaze, finding a wide-eyed man sitting near the end of the table. He tilts his head at Hyunjin, his bunny-like headphones going lopsided as he smiles at the Esper recruiter. Hyunjin makes a 'cut it off' motion, and the man at the end of the table turns off the music with a wave of his hand. A few people groan in protest, but a powerful glare from Hyunjin instantly shuts them up. You unplug your ears, wincing as you try to recover from the screeching ringing that still lingers in your ears. You thank Hyunjin by squeezing his hand underneath the table, not minding the way he interlocks your fingers and squeezes back.

The room goes silent as someone at the head of the table clinks a fork against a glass, and all eyes are on the man who stands up, holding up a glass of red wine.

"That's the founder of the Union," Hyunjin whispers, leaning back so you can get a good look at him. He's quite tall and wears an all-white suit adorned with intricate details. From your seat, you can make out golden lightning bolts and clouds decorating his sleeves and coat. The man flashes everyone a charming smile, tilting his glass towards your section of the table. "First of all, I want to thank you all for coming. I know everyone's been working quite hard at the Union lately and I hope this meal will serve as a reward for your performances—" The founder pauses to clear his throat before continuing his speech. "—And I know there are a few new additions to our team, whom I wish to personally congratulate and encourage to stay with the Union until the world no longer needs us. You have a lot ahead of you and I can only say that it'll be completely worth it." The founder of the Union smiles once more before he raises his glass, signaling the whole room to erupt into cheers as glasses clank against one another. Before you can even think to cover your ears, Hyunjin has you covered and does it for you. You smile softly at him, mouthing a 'thank you' as everyone starts to eat the extravagant food placed before them. When the room calms down, Hyunjin pulls his hands away and starts to eat, leading you to mirror his actions. You finish your dinner faster than you want to and feel your stomach begin to churn in response. Who could blame you? —The food was just that good.

One by one people begin to finish their food and excuse themselves from the table, and soon enough Hyunjin nudges you to tell you he's leaving.

"I can take you back to your room if you'd like?" He suggests, and you shake your head. "It's fine— I think I'm going to stick around a little longer and try to make some friends."

At your reply, Hyunjin chuckles, standing up from his seat as he shoots you a quick wink. You watch him as he moves toward the head of the table and pats the founder on the back. They engage in a passing conversation before Hyunjin leaves, and you're alone once more. You stare at the red tablecloth in front of you, trying not to eavesdrop on the conversations around you. Your advanced hearing makes it way too difficult, and before you know it you're completely immersed in the founder's conversation at the end of the table.

"Sir, we can only hold these Miramon at bay for so long. If we don't contain the Miracle soon—"

"I'm aware Yeji. Why must we discuss these things now? This is supposed to be a celebration."

"Because as more time passes by, the less you care about what's happening out there."

"That's ridiculous." You watch the founder scoff before he takes a sip of his drink, slanting his eyes at the woman with an eyepatch on his right. The woman looks young but holds a sort of mature aura about her, sporting a gray dress with her dark hair in an elegant updo. She tilts her head at him, furrowing her brow as he downs an entire glass of wine in one go.

"Is it? Everyone at this table is playing some sort of crucial role in destroying the Miracles while you sit in your room all day and—" He slams the glass down on the table and the room falls silent. The founder lets out a fake laugh, waving a hand at the concerned faces that stare him down. "That was an accident!— Carry on."

The woman shakes her head in disapproval before standing up quickly, tossing the napkin that was previously on her lap onto the table.

"Do not speak to me again unless I am requested for a mission."

You watch his face fall as the woman walks towards the exit, her arms folded and lips screwed up furiously. You chew on the inside of your cheeks, cursing yourself internally for listening to their personal conversation like that.

The partygoers only remain quiet for a moment before they disregard the woman's sudden exit, and you decide that you're too tired to stick around any longer. Without a word, you stand up from your seat and shuffle out of the room, letting out a sigh of relief as the door shuts behind you.

"Are you not a party person either?"

The voice startles you, along with the person standing right beside the entrance to the dining room. You practically jump out of your skin, unable to hold back the yelp that escapes your mouth. The stranger laughs, too entertained by your reaction to muster up a proper apology. You glance at them, a bit embarrassed but slightly offended.

"My bad," The man with blonde hair utters, a Cheshire grin on his young face. He offers you his hand, which you shake politely. "I'm Jeongin. I've never seen you around here— which isn't saying much considering I don't leave my room unless I absolutely have to."

You smile at the realization he has halfway through his sentence, pulling your hand away as he sips the drink he holds in his other hand. Unlike most of the Union, Jeongin has taken the "formal" part and completely disregarded it. Instead of a button-down and a suit jacket, Jeongin wears a simple gray hoodie and black sweatpants.

"Just got here today and—you really didn't plan to stay after dinner, did you?" Jeongin chuckles at your question, shrugging halfway as he offers you his drink. You decline it with a wave of your hand, and he takes another sip. "Well I'm not going to dress up for an event I don't plan to spend more than 10 minutes at..." He trails off as the music turns back on inside the dining room, then nods at the elevator.

"I'm heading back to my room now— Care to join me?"

You're not sure if he's inviting you to his room or asking you to escort him... Either way, you want to leave just as bad as him. So you nod in response and follow him into the elevator, leaning up against the wall as he presses the button for the 4th floor.

It's not until you reach the 4th floor that Jeongin speaks, clearing his throat as the elevator doors slide open. "So... What made you want to join the Union?"

The question is oddly conversational for someone as antisocial as him, and you take a moment to think about it before responding. Your footsteps echo in the hallway as he awaits your answer, watching the cogs turn in your head as you look ahead.

"I was tired of hiding."

He stops in front of a door, turning to scan his keycard. The door slides open as he turns around to face you, taking a step back into his room. He leans against the doorframe, tilting his head ever so slightly.

"Hiding from what?"

You're not even sure what you had been hiding from all this time. And the list of things you're hiding from can't be fixed by joining the Union.

You blink, watching a slight smirk appear on Jeongin's face. You shake your head and shrug, tucking your hands in your pockets as you begin to rethink your answer.

"Now that I think about it— that's not why I joined."

"Then what?" He asks, watching your blank expression mold into one of slight embarrassment.

"I was lonely."

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"You want me to do what?"

The head of the research department's expression remains blank as you stare at him, a dumbfounded look on your face as you hold a pair of sound-proof headphones in your hands.

He remains stoic, with only a hint of emotion in the sigh he lets out.

"I want you to put those on while I play different frequencies. Then, I want you to tell me what those interns are talking about," He repeats himself, gesturing towards two men standing by a coffee pot outside the glass room you're in.

"That's impossible."

The doctor's patience is growing thin and you can tell by the way he looks at you as he places his mug on the table in front of you.

"That's the point Y/N. We're testing how possible the impossible is to you."

Before you can reply he holds up his hand, walking over to his desktop across the room and ignoring your huff of annoyance. "Headphones on." He demands, and you comply.

At first, the tone that plays in the headphones isn't that noticeable. But over time, the sound grows increasingly louder and more irritable. You flinch as it reaches a certain point, gesturing at the doctor to turn it down. He raises a brow, abruptly cutting the sound off completely and walking back over to you.

"Does that hurt?" He asks as you slide the headphones off, nodding slightly as he picks his mug back up and takes a sip of his coffee. He hums in thought, a faraway look in his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling.

"Let me try something else." He mutters, wandering back over to his computer as you put your headphones back on and pray he isn't going to hurt you. The tone from before starts to play again, but with the press of a button, the noise no longer hurts your ears. It sounds slightly different, but without the ringing in your ears, it's much easier to make out what the interns are saying.

"—I cant believe we’re already sending the new recruits on a mission. I mean… they just got here!” One intern exclaims, pressing a few buttons on the machine in front of him before the coffee pot slowly starts to fill up with a familiar brown liquid.

The other intern shrugs as he fills his disposable cup with creamer. “Hyunjae wouldn’t approve of the commissioner’s plan if he thought it was ill-advised- besides. You have to have a little more faith in them… They’re practically superheroes.”

Your mouth practically drops to the floor as you take the headphones off, eyes wide as you stare at the doctor.

Seungmin practically trips over himself to get to you, a concerned expression on his usually stoic face. “What? Did it hurt again— Why are you looking at me like that?”

“They’re sending us on a mission already?” Your voice trembles, and the doctor notices how your hands have started to shake.

“Oh Christ— you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Seungmin sighs heavily, reaching up to rub his temples in frustration as you continue to overthink. “Look (Y/N)… You have plenty of time to prepare for this mission, and it will be light work compared to what you’ll be doing in the future.”

“What?!”

“Oh I made it worse…”

Seungmin takes the headphones, shaking his head slightly as you shoot up from the chair and dart out of the glass room. The research department is calm compared to the rest of the union, completely silent, save for the constant clacking of unpaid interns' keyboards. You stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd of pinkies as you wander around aimlessly, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

You overhear the strangest of things that don't make a bit of sense without context.

"Chan said the briefing for the mission will be this afternoon. I just don't understand why we're rushing into this... I know that Hyunjae trusts the commissioner with every ounce of his being— But these recruits aren't ready for anything." You huff, overhearing a phone call that you should've just ignored. Your feet carry you towards the elevator and before you know it— You're standing outside of Hyunjin's room.

You knock once and the door instantly flies open.

Hyunjin looks stressed, angry, and annoyed all in one screwed-up expression. But when he realizes it's you— It all fades away.

"Oh— Why didn't you text me? I would've ordered food and-" He's abruptly cut off by your hand over his mouth and he realizes that you're not coming over to hang out.

"What do you know about the mission they're sending us on?"

He sighs as if the entire weight of the world is on his shoulders, and moves away from the doorway so you can enter his dorm. Wordlessly, you slip through the door and it slides shut.

Hyunjin gestures for you to sit on his bed and you comply as he pulls up a chair, spinning it around so he can sit on it backward. "How'd you find out?" He asks curiously. You simply tap one of your ears.

"Ah— Right. Well... I don't know much considering I'm not in control of that kind of thing. But I do know you'll be collecting a large piece of the Miracle for research." Your eyes widen and you can't help but throw your hands up in protest. "I know, I know! Just... don't think the worst yet—" "Don't think the worst?! Christ, Hyunjin— If the Union's most powerful Espers can't keep the Miramon contained, how do they expect a bunch of rookies to— not only enter the Miramon's domain— But extract a piece of a Miracle?!!" "Stop freaking out!" "I'm not freaking out!"

Hyunjin stares at you with a blank expression and you realize you're painfully tugging at the roots of your hair.

"I'm freaking out."

Hyunjin lets out an airy chuckle and reaches for your hands as you release your hair with a grumpy huff. You purse your lips before laying your hands flat on his palms. "Look Y/N, I know it sounds difficult and a bit impossible but— I know the commissioner. He wouldn't set you up for failure because you all have amazing potential— You especially. Please just listen to what he has to say at the briefing this afternoon."

He squeezes your hands in reassurance and all you can do is smile.

"I will." ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ "What are you doing here?"

Your voice comes out a bit sassier than you'd like, but when Felix turns around with a big grin on his face, you know he took it the right way. "For the briefing, of course. Why else would I be here, silly?" You smirk at his effortless charm and note his casual clothing. His black hair is a bit messy with bits of fringe hanging over his eyes, but he's just as cute as always.

"I thought you had been here a while." You reply, watching his grin grow wider. "Does a week count as a while?" He retorts and you shake your head with a chuckle.

Your conversation is cut short as silence overtakes the control room you're in, it's eerily dark and you can't make out anyone other than the people directly beside you. You stand at the bottom of the room, looking up at rows of computers and a balcony overseeing the area. A shadowy figure now leans on the railing of the balcony, accompanied by two other silhouettes. "Jeez— Can we get some lights on in here?"

The eery figure has lost all frightening qualities as the lights flicker on to reveal the founder of the union. He smiles, and the people you stand among begin to murmur in awe.

"Yes I know— You weren't expecting me. I just thought I'd pop in and give you some inspirational words before I let the commissioner say his piece. I know your first mission can be a bit scary and—" You immediately tune out the founder, not caring much for his ramblings as you realize the two people behind him are having a heated passive-aggressive argument.

"— I can't believe I agreed to this. These poor people aren't ready for what we're about to put them through." "You always question my judgment Yeji, why is nothing ever good enough for you?"

"I'm not even questioning your judgment, I'm outright ignoring it at this point!— He's going to fall off the railing."

"Why can't you just stop worrying— " "— It's my job to worry! No one else around here seems to do that. You just keep fueling a fire that we won't be able to put out once he goes too far." "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means we won't be able to stop him when he goes off the rails."

The argument comes to an abrupt end as the woman storms off, her heels echoing just as they did a few nights before. The founder pauses for a moment to watch the door slam shut before he shrugs and continues his exhausting speech

"— Anyways... I'll be giving the floor to the commissioner now. Remember that my door is always open if you need me. Goodbye!"

And with that, the commissioner is the only one left standing on the balcony. He steps forward, his facial features difficult to make out in the dim lighting. He clears his throat awkwardly, smoothing out the navy blue military-like uniform he wears.

"Unlike the founder— I'm not the best at keeping things soft and encouraging. So I apologize if I can seem a bit... aggressive. I'm just as passionate as him, but realistically." He clears his throat once more before leaning over the balcony. "Can you all move a bit closer— I can't see you that well." A few uncertain mutters fill the room before you collectively move up the stairs to stand directly below the balcony.

You keep your head down, avoiding any direct eye contact with the commissioner. You want to get a look at him— But you don't want to be rude.

"— As I was saying. We have three weeks to prepare for the mission." He presses a button on the control panel beside him to pull up several diagrams and notes on a hologram in the middle of the room. You turn around with everyone else and stare at the projection in awe.

"Firstly, we must carefully and quickly travel to the center of the city. This cannot be done through vehicle transportation because they are too loud and noticeable. So we will have to efficiently travel on foot at a certain point. Secondly, when we arrive at the Miracle we must split up into tactical groups. One group will escort another to a pillar of the Miracle where we will extract a large chunk of its material. A third group will reside on the outskirts of the Miracle's crater and distract slash terminate any Miramon that get too close. Once we have the extracted piece of the Miracle, we'll leave the way we came." "Oh my god, we're going to die."

Felix's mutter is easily heard by the rest of the group, and you can't help but let out an awkward giggle. You glance up at the commissioner, who is finally visible thanks to the light of the hologram illuminating his face. He's shorter than you expected, but he has a more muscular build. He looks irritated, his round face screwed up in frustration as your fellow recruits continue to mutter and mumble.

He sighs deeply as he runs his fingers through his short black hair, annoyance seeping through every crevice in his body. He clears his throat again, this time a bit more firmly and with a sense of warning. The room falls quiet.

"I know this sounds difficult, but I assure you that you will be trained by the best of the best. Tomorrow we will begin training at 9 o'clock sharp. Be there on time."

And with that, the commissioner turns around and starts to make his exit.

"Oh— I almost forgot. My name is Seo Changbin. Don't forget it." ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ "Where are we going?" Felix's question falls on deaf ears as you practically drag him down the hallway, leading him to the dorms reserved for the higher-ups. You stop in front of Hyunjin's door, knocking once, and just like before, the door slides open instantly.

You aren't expecting Hyunjin to be in the middle of his skincare routine, and the sight of his hair pulled back by a pink bunny headband has you reeling. "This is why you text people before you randomly show up at their door!" He exclaims as you enter the room, giggling as you tug Felix in with you. The door slides shut as you let go of Felix's arm and wander into the kitchen, searching for any morsel of food you can find. Felix stands in the middle of the living room awkwardly, eyeing the recruiter's decor. "How'd the briefing go?" Hyunjin asks, almost like a parent asking a child how their day was at school. You let out a giggle, snatching a box of cereal out of the cabinet. "A bit... hectic. The commissioner seems a little scatterbrained." You hear Hyunjin chortle from the bathroom as you plunder through his cabinets for a bowl. He suddenly appears in the kitchen to help you. "Changbin isn't the most organized. He's most certainly not the brains behind the missions. That would be the head advisor Yeji... she can be a bit too advisory sometimes and— You brought Felix with you?" Hyunjin pauses, whispering frantically as he realizes Felix is standing in the middle of his living room. You shrug in response. "Yeah, do you not like him or something?" You ask, stuffing your mouth full of dry cereal. Hyunjin curls his lip in disgust as you chew loudly, before ultimately shaking his head and grabbing the milk out of the fridge. "Not in the slightest, he's lovely. I just wish you'd let me know beforehand. I'm not exactly dressed to impress." At his response you roll your eyes, snatching the milk out of his hand as he gestures at the pink bathrobe he's wearing. "Can I have some too?" Felix asks meekly, peeking his head in from the living room. Hyunjin smiles, nodding gently as you fill your bowl full of cereal. As you expected, Hyunjin and Felix get along just fine. You eat a few bowls of cereal before you ultimately call it a night and take Felix to his dorm. The freckled man sighs deeply as he presses the button to open his door, glancing back at you slightly. "That was nice. Hyunjin isn't who I thought he was." You chortle at his words, perking a curious brow. He leans against his doorframe, giving you an odd look. "What do you mean?" You pry, watching his expression change to one of embarrassment. "Ah— I just thought he was a tad bit arrogant at first," Felix replies, his face flushing as you continue to laugh. "I can see where you got that from... I'll see you tomorrow." You deject, stepping away from his door slowly. Felix smiles, his eyes crinkling as he raises the corners of his lips. "9 o'clock sharp." He replies with a wave, and you return the gesture. The walk to your dorm isn't that far (thankfully,) and you make it back in one piece. The moment your door slides shut, you faceplant into the warmth and comfort of your bed. Your moment of peace is short-lived as you hear someone clear their throat, causing your bones to nearly jump out of your skin. "What the fuck, Seungmin!" The doctor stares at you with his usual blank expression, only this time, the corners of his lips have turned upwards into a smirk. The brown-haired doctor tilts his head at your reaction, acting as if he isn't sitting in your chair, in your room, uninvited. "Why are you in here?" You ask, sitting upright on your bed as you glare at the doctor. He shrugs, tapping a button on his watch to project a hologram. "Out of curiosity, I was checking over your medical records. Specifically, right after you received your blessing." You lean forward on your bed as he enlarges the hologram, then you realize what he's showing you. It's a video of you in your hospital bed, still in a coma. You're tossing and turning endlessly, jerking violently as you try to escape seemingly nothing. "— Save him!" You see his face. "Heimdall—Please just save him from her!" You see Hela. "— Don't let her take him!"

The video cuts off abruptly and you realize you've been crying the whole time. You furiously wipe the tears off your face as Seungmin makes the hologram disappear. "Well, I wouldn't consider that 'medical records.' Regardless, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Something happened in the void when you met Heimdall. Whatever happened could be crucial to saving t—" "I assure you, prying into my personal experiences won't destroy the Miracles. Please— Don't sneak into my dorm ever again. And drop this conversation, I don't want to talk about it." Seungmin scoffs, jumping up from his seat with an exasperated expression. "Do you realize how selfish this is?!— The fate of the world is practically in your hands, and you refuse to tell me what happened!" You hold back the urge to slap the doctor as you usher him toward the door, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. "It's very late, Doctor. We both need sleep and I think this will be easier to discuss when you've had a full night of rest." Before Seungmin can utter a single word, you lay your hand flat on the panel near your door and watch it slam shut. You can hear him yelling on the other side, but decide to ignore him as you walk back over to your bed and lie down once again. This time you drift away to sleep without any interruptions. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ "Y/N wake up we're going to be late!" You jump out of bed, startled by someone screaming and banging on your door. Somehow you make it toward the owner of the voice, laying your hand flat on the panel and allowing the door to slide open. Felix practically invites himself into your room as he walks in, with what seems to be clothing in his hands. You follow him mindlessly, groggily mumbling about not setting your alarm. As you wipe your eyes you realize that Felix is wearing a black, skin-tight uniform. He waves his hand in front of your face frantically, snapping you out of your sleepy stupor. "—Y/N, we don't have time for you to wake up. Hurry up and change into your uniform." You groan, snatching the uniform out of his hands as you shuffle into the bathroom. In a matter of minutes, you've made yourself presentable and somehow make it to your reserved training room. You're in awe as you step inside the blindly round white room, and can't help but squint your eyes as you look up. The training room is cylindrical and quite large, and the roof is made of glass so natural light can seep in. Your fellow recruits stand in a circle around what sounds like a friendly brawl, and somehow you make out the voice of the commander through all the cheering and laughter. "Getting tired, Bang?" "Hardly, Commissioner." A strained voice replies, grunting slightly in what sounds like a struggle. You glance back at Felix, grinning from ear to ear as you lead him to the front of the crowd. The commissioner and another man are tangled up in a ball of limbs as they attempt to wrestle, but the only thing they're doing is proving who has a bigger ego. You chuckle at the commissioner's strained face, which he doesn't take lightly. His eyes instantly fly open and he glares at you. Through the struggle of keeping his opponent from pinning him down, he grunts out; "You think this is funny? You're going toe to toe with him next!" And with that, Changbin's assailant is on top of him and pinning him face-down on the ground. The commissioner sighs in defeat, keeping his sharp, annoyed eyes on you. Your gaze flickers up to the brown-haired man on top of him, whose face you still cannot see. Unlike your fellow recruits, the man is wearing a white tank top and black sweats. His biceps are practically bulging after his playful brawl with the commissioner, and you can tell they're great friends by the way he ruffles Changbin's hair. "Honestly Bin— You've been sweating so much you're losing muscle." The man jokes, standing up with his back facing towards you as he helps up the commissioner, who merely grunts in response. "I'm glad you've humiliated me in front of the people I'll be bossing around for three weeks. Way to make them respect me." The man simply laughs, shrugging his shoulders as the commissioner brushes his, now dirty, uniform off. "It's one way to make them respect me—The man that'll be training them for the next three weeks."

As the man turns around, your heart sinks into the pits of your stomach.

His face is just the same as you remember it. His smile is just as radiant and contagious. His dimples are just as charming. His eyes are just as captivating—His hair is just as brown. You can tell by the way his smile falters, that he sees you. He sees the only person who knows what happened that day. He remembers it all in an instant and it makes his stomach churn with uncertainty and fear. "My name is Chan... and I've been assigned to train you for your mission."

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