The fluorescent glow of the city administration building bathed Seokjin in a sickly green hue, mirroring the nausea churning in his stomach. Today was the day.

Today, he, Kim Seokjin, master of theatrics and occasional world-dominator (known to the public as the enigmatic villain, Jin), was finally going to confess his undying affection for Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Boy of Bangtan. The superhero who consistently thwarted his most delightfully dramatic schemes.
Jungkook, with his sunshine smile and biceps that could probably deflect kryptonite, had held Jin's heart hostage since high school. The mere thought of confessing had him sweating like a villain trapped in a sauna, but the reward – a blush blooming on Jungkook's sculpted cheek, the glint of surprise in his sun-kissed eyes – was enough to push him through the social anxiety abyss.
As Mayor Park droned on about zoning regulations and parking fines, Jin practiced his confession in his head. He imagined the triumphant glint in Jungkook's eyes, the shy stammer that would surely follow, the way their fingers would brush as they reached for the same croissant at the office bake sale—

Suddenly, the room shuddered, the fluorescent lights flickering like fireflies caught in a strobe storm. A tremor, not the dramatic, earthquake-mimicking kind Jin usually orchestrated, but a genuine, unsettling vibration that sent shivers down his spine.

Chaos erupted. Papers scattered like confetti in a hurricane, screams replaced the droning of bureaucracy, and Mayor Park's hair turned a shade paler than his suit. On the large screen, an image materialized, a monstrous rock hurtling towards Earth like a celestial bowling ball. Armageddon Jr, they called it – a space-age menace with a penchant for ruining Tuesdays.
Jin's heart, once a fluttering aviary of nervous anticipation, turned to lead. Armageddon Jr. was a disaster he hadn't planned, a plot twist not even his most villainous mind could have concocted.

And yet, as Jungkook's face hardened with heroic determination, a mischievous spark ignited in Jin's chest.
He couldn't let Jungkook, his crush, his hero, face this alone. Not when he, Jin, possessed a mind sharper than a diamond-tipped drill and gadgets more impressive than Tony Stark's weekend project. This was his chance to prove himself, not as a villain, but as a force for good, as someone worthy of Jungkook's respect, perhaps even his... admiration.

With a smirk that would make Lex Luthor envious, Jin slipped away from the chaos, his secret identity a mask he could shed and wear with the fluidity of a chameleon. Armageddon Jr. was coming, and Jin, the villain who couldn't resist his hero, was about to take the stage for the performance of his life. A performance that would either win Jungkook's heart or leave him with the worst case of stage fright in villainous history.
Jungkook adjusted his cape, the golden fabric shimmering under the harsh emergency lights.

Armageddon Jr. loomed on the screen, a cosmic fist poised to punch Earth in the face. He could feel the tension crackle in the air, the weight of billions of lives resting on his broad shoulders.
"Alright, Bangtan," he said, his voice a steady drumbeat in the face of impending doom. "Plan A. We stabilize the trajectory, then-"
"Hold your horses, Golden Boy," a voice purred from the shadows. A figure emerged, cloaked in darkness, a silver glint catching the light – Jin's mask.
Jungkook froze, his heart stuttering like a malfunctioning robot.

"Jin? What are you doing here?"
Jin stepped into the light, his smile as dazzling as a supernova. "Saving the world, of course. Couldn't let you have all the fun, now could I?"

The rest of Bangtan stared, mouths agape. Jin, the self-proclaimed ruler of rooftops and the bane of their existence, offering to help? It was like a piranha offering to join a tuna fishing expedition.

"Jin, this is no joke," Namjoon, the stoic leader, said, his voice laced with suspicion. "This is serious."

"Oh, I am aware," Jin replied, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "But I assure you, my gadgets are just as effective at stopping space rocks as they are at, say, disrupting mayoral speeches."

A tense silence followed, broken only by the hum of the emergency lights. Finally, Jungkook stepped forward, his eyes narrowed but a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths.

"Alright, Jin," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "Show us what you got."

And thus began an unlikely alliance. Jin, the flamboyant villain, and Bangtan, the righteous heroes, united against a common enemy – a giant space rock with a bad attitude