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My brain and my lady parts are just in overdrive right now, ima be honest lmaooo i wanna be sammiched between the boffum

Inspired by the "Neva Play" music video by Megan Thee Stallion ft RM, Synesthesia is a sci-fi adventure detailing the night Megan and Namjoon cross paths again after teaming up 2 years prior in a fight to save the world.

CW: cursing🤬 (duh) smut😋 (duh x2).

Not intended for readers under 18 🔞

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👾Chapter One👾

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Deeply apart from the worlds we once knew, long after the days of Earth and her sister planets were consumed by their star, there existed a new source of light and life several, several lightyears away.

While humanity managed to survive its galaxy's inevitable end, they weren't the only species to seek refuge in other parts of the universe.

Luminasia, the mecca of peace and evolution. The planet of fluorescent lights and less than favorable air quality, ever-evolving and expanding her influence's reach, housing beings from all over, living as one in a melting pot of sorts.

"Papers! Get ya Newspapers here!!" a digitized fellow yelled repeatedly from his corner on the sidewalk. His form was fragmented, pixellating in and out of focus as he and his solid booth of merchandise swayed in the breeze.

A drizzle of rain patterned over the concrete, coating the air in a whimsical steam while pedestrians passed the floating newsstand, some too busy on their phones or in their conversations to notice. Or care. With a population well into the billions, it wasn't hard to be drowned out by the early evening buzz on the streets of the neon city, buzzing with its usual pass of traffic, foot and motor alike.

Yet the hologram continued its mantra, tossing out other lines involving hot coffee and e-cigarettes at half of the price in most stores.

A tall pale gentleman with stark white shoulder-length hair, suited in a forest green tailored suit approaches the stand. Rain pebbles over his translucent hands-free umbrella that hovered over his head to keep him dry as he and the hologram make eye contact.

"Evening sir! Can I interest you in today's paper?" the AI grins and the gentleman nods.

"Yes. One please.." the customer croons. A peculiar undertone of clicks and coos in his voice. When he blinks, two sets of eyelids flutter horizontally then vertically one bright green irises with his response.

"Oh and one coffee, " he adds, offering his wrist to the salesman for him to scan the glowing symbols etched into his skin as currency.

"Caf or decaf?" the AI perks a pixellated brow.

"Decaf, please."

Once the payment is processed and seemingly out of nowhere, a plain paper cup of coffee appears from under the salesman's left hand. In his right, a single blue capsule wrapped in plastic that fits in the nest of his palm is presented to the green-eyed customer.

He takes the pill, immediately tearing into the package and placing it on his tongue.

In an instant 10,000 words and images rush the gentleman's brain, flashes of images and speedy clips of video footage downloading in seconds as the tablet dissolves. Weather. Traffic. Celebrity gossip. Politics. All are compacted in one consumable capsule.

He blinks, shifting the colorfully distant look in his eyes as more present and the salesman gazes at him blankly with a steaming cup of coffee waiting to be taken by the customer.

Charteues eyes drop to the drink then back up to the AI's manufactured smile, nodding with gratitude before taking it. He lifted it to his lips for a sip, grimacing at the chalky bitterness coating his tongue as he swallowed. He doesn't seem overly offended by the coffee's offputting flavor however since he merely takes it with him.

"Enjoy." the robotic vendor bids the suited male adieu, promptly going back to yelling his pitch to hail in more customers.

That was life in the year 4471. Instant gratification, artificial intelligence. The coffee still sucked but much like most things carried over from the old worlds, very little was the same.

On a night like any other, the glowing streets of the neon city were alight with motion. Vehicles hovered in streams overhead while others remained traveling on the slick roads underfoot.

That was Megan's preferred method of travel, something about the feeling of the pavement beneath her tires kept her grounded. Long cotton candy blue tresses flow in the wind as the engine of her Venomx22GT growled against the damp concrete. Music blasts from her speakers, the bass vibrating through her down to the slope of her seat. Strips of black leather coiled around her luscious brown skin in some semblance of an outfit that covered only the parts of her that were necessary. Summers in Luminasia were sweltering, even after a drizzle, so why else cover up if not just for public decency purposes?

Her curves mimicked the way she leaned to swerve through traffic, unphased by the offensive swears and honks hurled her way for her careless maneuvers. She snickers at their antics, caring only about the path laid out in front of her.

*bling bling bling*

Interrupting her night-riding playlist, a call notification twitters in her ear. If it weren't for the personalized ringtone telling her who it was, she would have ignored it.

Being a professional jack of all trades Megan's line was constantly ringing. Whether it be a noblewoman in need of exclusive details regarding her husband's whereabouts on a particular night, stealing family jewels from museums and returning them to the rightful owners, or organizing entertainment for events dedicated to impoverished Lumin youth of all colors.

Not to mention her side hustle of procuring the very rare and very expensive, from places most people weren't brave enough to go...

Needless to say, our girl was a busy woman.

So calls from her partner in crime meant a few things; money on the way, or news of money to be made.

"Phor..talk to me." she takes the call, tapping her temple and unleashing a hologram strip an inch in front of her right eye. She still has a decent view of her surroundings as she weaves through traffic while her pixelated view of her four-legged, bull-dog confidante with heightened human-like intelligence, transitioned to a high-definition shot of him seated at his wall of projected screens and keyboards.

Phor pauses his constant type to push his tinted glasses up, allowing his color-blind eyes to appreciate his monitor adequately.

"Hey. I've got good news and bad news, Mama. Which first?"

Megan makes of face of careful contemplation with pouted lips.

"Mmmmmm..Gimme the good," she smirks, easing her bike to a stop at the red light.

She looks over, spotting a bright orange muscle car with its windows down blasting music beside her. The driver glances over at her, flashing a wide gold-plated grin before lowering his shades to reveal two sets of glimmering blue eyes. Both of the left two wink at her suggestively while a long yellow serpentine tongue lashes out of his mouth in a hiss.

Megan grimaces before twisting the handlebars of her bike, revving it in preparation to get as far away from the hungry-eyed creature as soon as the light changes.

Tapping away with his paws, Phor narrows his dark gaze at one of the maps on a screen to his right.

"Well...Looks like you were right about the location of one of the synstones hidden in the city. I tracked its sonic signatures to the southside of Mamba District."

Megan smiles at the news.

"I told you my dreams are never wrong." she shimmies her shoulders triumphantly while maintaining her balance on the bike.

But then the mention of the cold blooded's territory dawns on her, and Megan seethes in deepened disgust.

"Ugh! Mamba District? I said good news, Phor!" she exclaims and he chuckles, his long tongue rolling from his mouth as he panted softly.

"That IS good news. Means it's close to where you already are. I'd say 4-6 minutes if you hustle. And I'm pretty sure it's in an abandoned warehouse near the border. So it should be easy to find." he shrugs. The holo-light goes green overhead and Megan doesn't hesitate to lurch forward at a speed she was sure would leave that Lizard-faced onlooker in her dust.

Squinting against the high-speed winds in her face, Megan kisses her teeth.

"Ok, but who would hide a synstone in some raggedy-ass warehouse? Aint that just asking for someone to come take it?" she asks. Phor's consistent typing fills the line as she alters her course in pursuit of Mamba District.

"Who knows? Maybe keeping it under heavy guard would be too obvious.."

For all who have no clue what a synstone is, think of an infinity stone but less threatening. With only 6 existing in the entire universe, synstones were a hot commodity, each of them very different from the others and granting whoever possesses it extremely unique abilities.

While little is known about their true origins, knowledge of their existence has had scavengers and thieves scrambling all over the galaxy to acquire one. Whether it's for their gain or to sell to the highest bidder.

Megan's motivations leaned towards the latter.

"True, true. Alright. So what's the bad news?"

There's a thick pause after her question and Megan would have figured the call dropped if she weren't already looking through Phor's hologram and his apprehensive puppy-eyed expression.

His teeth were bared in a hesitant grimace, making Megan's worry intensify.

"What Phor?" she snaps at him and he exhales loudly.

"Ok. I tracked another signature near the stone as well. A very...familiar one."

Meg's hard scowl softens gradually when the tone of Phor's voice tells her everything he seems afraid to say.

Not afraid for her, more so for her reaction once she faced the very familiar presence they both knew would want the stone just as badly as she did.

"Fucking fabulous. Send me the coordinates." she glowers, but that doesn't stop her from hitting max speed through the glowing night streets and deeper into the neon jungle.

🐍Chapter Two🐍

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While most parts or Luminasia wouldnt be considered the safest, they paled in comparison to Mamba District. The central parts of the neon city were basically an amusement park versus the concentrated grit and shadows that made up the reptilian beings' territory with a crime rate so high, local authorities didn't even flag citizens for speeding through it.

Despite its unsavory reputation, there was always much entertainment to find there. Night clubs, illegal gambling spots, *ahem* nightly solicitors, drugs, cheap liqour, debauchery...

Aaaaand Trouble. Never a shortage of that.

Megan hadnt made it her business to spend much time around these parts in years, finding her fair share of all of those things and more. In the time that she did , however, she obtained a decent lay of the land. Which was useful to her when needing a stealthy way in and out on missions like this.

Her bike purred quietly as it came to a full stop in the grime-coated backstreet alley, and her view of the warehouse was centered several feet ahead of her.

Black and brown bricks soaked in the evening rain, the gaping windows and crumbling architecture gave the abandoned area it's ominous appeal. At some point, the building may have been used for mass manufacturing or packaging. But now it stood as a hiding place for the forsaken or rebellious teens looking for a spot to get high or do who knows what else. An extremely peculiar place for something as valuable as a synstone to be hiding.

"Ok Phor." Megan whispers, nudging the kickstand out before swinging her leg over the bike.

The moment her heels touch the moist pavement, a wave of panic rolls over her, sending goosebumps all over her body. Something about this place had that effect on her, whether it be for good or bad reasons. She doesnt show it in her agile stride though, walking with confidence while keeping to the shadows of the alley until she reached its end.

"Im here. What's it looking like?" She speaks lowly to her trusty pup in the chair, who was already working on scoping the scene.

"Uh give me a sec. Im hacking a PD drone with some infared as we speak."

Seconds later, a buzzing drone zips over Megan's head and she watches as it hovered over the baren warehouse. As it scanned it, greenscale images of the building's interior fill Phor's screens. He types quickly, shifting the filters until he manages to get an unobscured high-resolution view of several hulking figures surround one in the middle of the vast room.

"Oh shit." the canine utters. Megan's eyes widen cautiously.

"Whatchu mean, Oh shit? Who in there?" she whispered harshly. All the while, Phor's toe beans tap frantically.

"Oh just your favorite kind of distant planet natives. Most that were so hostile that the mayor of Lumin gave them their own little hidey hold of hell in the ugliest part of the city...hehehe.." Phor chuckles nervously, zooming in on the exact location where the synstone's signature was the strongest.

"I know aint shit funny over there, Pho. Show me what you see.."

Phor obediently sent a live feed view of what he was seeing to Megan's watch. It blinked with the notification and she lifts her wrist just as the hologram rectangular screen materialized.

"Oh shit..." Megan shared Phor's grim sentiment the moment sees what he's looking at.

A grainy image of the cleared space is pulled into view. Large dangling industial lights hum overhead ans in the center one of their beams was a huddle of tall, slender reptilian figures in dark tailored, their massive tails whipping against the dusted concrete floors.

The Vortarians were a unique group of individuals that made up most of Mamba's population. They were a nasty race that had humanoid bodies covered in thick, mosaic green scales that could shift to blend in with their environments. Their sharp-clawed hands and feet could easily gut a man with one swipe, and they had black beady eyes with gold pupils used for tracking their prey in any light. Not to mention their pharyngeal jaws that opened their mouths wide enough to engulf just about anything  in a bite riddled of razor-sharp fangs that leaked acidic flesh-melting venom.

They were quite intimidating to say the least.

But their presence wasn't even the main cause for Megan's shock. She actually expected some Vortarians to be there since this was their neck of the woods. By her count, there were at least 8 of them. Barrelling through them wouldnt be an issue with what she was packing.

It was was the man that seemed to be in their custody, seated at a table with his hands bound and his lips quirked up in an unphased smirk , that had her second guessing the entire mission.

"Of course its him." she grumbles, followed by Phor's hum of agreement.

"Mmhmm..I knew I detected a Bangtanian signature when I was tracking the stone but I had no clue it would be THEE Bangtanian himself. Sheesh. No wonder theres so many Vorts on him."

Megan was vaguely attuned to Phor's assessment, but her gaze fixed heavily on the dragon-eyed leader of one of the most elite squadrons to come from the Intergalactic Hybe Force, straight out of the mystical planet of Purpura's capital city of Bora.

Who he was to the world was slightly different from who he was to her, however.

And knowing he was most likely after the same synstone that she was, made everything a million times more complicated.

🌌Chapter Three🌌

About 3 Earth years ago.....

A quick warp on a bullet space train, just beyond the twin heavenly bodies Thalassa and Ignis, the famed ocean and volcanic planets of the eastern galaxy, was the planet Purpura.

The celestial giant's makeup ranged from lush purple landscapes of flower fields and high majestic mountains, violet-hued oceans brimming with mysterious creatures, and some of the most technologically advanced cities of platinum skyscrapers, hovercars, AI, and more.

Megan believed her home planet to be the most beautiful in the galaxy, despite not even seeing a full percentage of it but seeing the famed planet of indigo skies for herself has her reconsidering.

The raging chorus of applause and cheers filled the glass dome in the heart of the capital city of Bora, housing thousands of Borasian citizens who gathered to welcome back their planet's heroes. The brave seven that fearlessly thwarted the wrath of Acadamia, the legion of elders, and their army of mindless sentinels looking to destroy Purpura's core and strip her of all of their natural resources.

It was an extravagant scene, huge banners with very handsome faces plastered on them waved in the air as shimmering flecks of purple and white confetti rained over the crowd. Muffled chants of their names had been on loop for several minutes and Megan wondered just how famed and beloved these guys really were. Nobody on Luminasia garnered this much admiration since the King of Populrium's reign in the West.

But here she was, waiting backstage in a luxurious form-fitting bubble gum pink gown that she planned to take back to Luminasia with her, still in shock at all that had happened in the last 48 hours.

Megan had only happened to be on the planet pursuing her agenda that involved acquiring a certain jewel buried deep within the city's tunnel systems when she found herself caught in the crossfire as two of the members of Bangtan were overpowered by a group of some of the ugliest creatures she'd ever seen.

"Oooooh Phor, we most definitely upgrading all our shit after we cash this rock in. This mufucka thicker than me.." Megan snickered as she etched away the final bits of crumbling stone keeping her from excising the massive quartz from the ceiling with her compact drill.

The intricate subway of Bora was always under construction due to the vast development of the inner city's public transportation system. Which left several areas of the planet's crust, mantle, and ores exposed.

Being the conoisorre and collector of things shiny and valuable, Megan was elated when Phor alerted her of the very rare amethyst stone hidden within the planet's crust.

Just as she carefully clears away the last bit of rock and dirt surrounding the gem, a deep voice echoes in the hollow chamber.

"Huh?" Megan leans her head back to spot someone on the ground looking up at her. From behind her clear protective eyewear, the built-in software brightens her view and zooms in slightly. They're dressed in an all-black militant uniform, the bottom half of their face covered in a minimalistic black mask. A crop of black hair is pushed back, revealing their confused brow, one of which is marred with a vertical scar.

They yell up to her again in what she realizes is Boraean, repeating something she still couldn't understand.

Sighing, Megan lifts her head to resume mining away the last of what held the gem lodged in the mantle. With a soft *tink*, the amethyst jewel is yanked free and tucked in her bag that's strapped to her thigh. She zips it quickly before returning her attention to the ground.

"Um..sorry baby, I only speak Luminish. You got Papastop on yo phone?" she smiles awkwardly, still hanging upside down. The man tilts his head curiously, probably wondering what the hell a Luminasian was doing on Purpura anyway.

"Lumin...? Oh. Well, you shouldn't be in here. Very dangerous." the guy drawls with a heavy accent that has Megan wrinkling her nose in amusement. He spoke her language with concise fluency but still sounded a bit timid.

It was kind of cute.

"You should come down. Now," he adds, his tone a bit more definite than before.

Megan narrows her eyes at him before tapping the side of her glasses. The lenses darkened slightly as they zoomed in further on the man, studying his full form and focusing on the badge on his left breast.

She notes the symbol of two trapezoids pressed together, resembling a set of angular wings, along with Boraean text underneath it. It's a symbol she doesn't recognize and has to refer to her in-house expert on everything for intel.

"Phor, who dis?" she whispers, still hanging from the tunnel's high ceiling with an innocent smile on her face, her long black ponytail swinging like a pendulum.

From his cozy chair in Luminasia, Phor sets down the squeaky bone he was just gnawing on to address Megan's request. His screen is already showing him what her glasses were scanning, the masked male with the serious gaze and unidentifiable uniform.

Megan hears his keys tapping rapidly before he gives her a short answer.

"Min Yoongi. Member of the IHF, 3rd in command in the elite Squad of Bangtan." he reads to her monotonously before leaning back to resume chewing his toy. Megan's smile drops at the official-sounding title.

She had no clue who or what a Bangtan was but it didn't sound like anyone she wanted to be caught stealing a rare precious jewel from.

"You know what? You are so right. I was just about finished here anyway.." she chuckles, hurriedly unhooking herself from her climbing tools.

The man, now known as Yoongi, takes a careful step back while keeping his eye on the woman dropping from the ceiling and landing on her feet with feline-like agility.

Now that they were on the same level, Yoongi's hard gaze gave Megan's body a scan. She was about his height, slightly taller in her heeled boots, with a set of the most wicked curves he'd ever seen in her shiny black leather body suit. A silver zipper winked at him from where it sat just between her breasts, the brown globes of her cleavage distracting him for half a second before he remembered his manners.

"Um.." he blinks a few times before stammering. Megan smirks.

"W-What were you doing?"

Megan blinks back at him cartoonishly, glancing up at the big ass hole...

Well, holes. It took her a moment to find it.

....in the ceiling she made digging for the stone.

"I was uh...inspecting. I'm an inspector. Yeah.." she nods as if more to convince herself. Yoongi squints at her suspiciously, giving her another up-down with his eyes.

"Inspector?..."

"Yeah, the city hired me to inspect the tunnels to make sure it wasn't no bad shit...STUFF..up in there. Ya know..making sure everything is up to code." she nods again, her confidence in her lie dissolving the colder Yoongi's stare became. The scarred brow lifts incredulously and Megan can't help but notice the way his hand moves toward his waist. Luckily, he only pulls out a flashlight and uses it to shine up towards the ceiling again, seemingly counting the several holes Megan was responsible for in the name of her 'inspection'. She waited, awkwardly looking around as Yoongi took his time examining the ceiling. After a beat, he clicks the light off.

"Hmm, well. If you say so. But It's not safe here, like I said. You should follow me. I can get you to.."

A loud blast from the far end of the tunnel cuts him off, shaking the walls all around them. Megan's head turned sharply, whipping Yoongi in the face with her long ponytail as she squinted through the dust.

Shifting her lenses to night vision, a barrage of beasts with big bodies, little heads, long tails, and glowing eyes rushed into the tunnel from a hole made assumably them were clambering towards them.

"AishShibal.." Yoongi mutters in Boraean behind Megan, whose eyes are bugged out at the swarm of beasts approaching.

"THE FUCK IS THAT?" she and Phor exclaim in sync from across the galaxy, but Yoongi merely grabs the stunned woman by her wrist and takes off running.

The two dash away from the wave of encroaching creatures, Yoongi letting go of Megan to tap at something on his wrist before yelling into it in his native tongue.

Megan grimaced at the barrage of chaos around her, wishing she knew what he was saying so she could at least get a clue on what was going on.

"Phor! Help a bitch out!TranslateAGHHH!! ..." she yells, screaming out of reflex when she hears one of the creatures roar waaaay too close to her.

Phor pushes himself away from his desk and spins around on his chair to face another, where a matching set of monitors and projections fills the wall. He cracks his paw knuckles quickly before typing at the speed of light, coding and transmitting an upgrade to the earpiece Megan was wearing.

Seconds pass and the breathy foreign language coming from Yoongi now sounds more like Luminish and Megan starts to pick up what he is saying.

".....about 100 sentinels spotted, Captain! They've already flooded the west tunnel and are headed straight for the core. I'm on my way but I got sidetracked. Civilian in tow. Negative Captain, a woman. Yes sir. Coordinating our evacuation."

Megan furrows her brow curiously.

"Sentinels?Core?Civilian? Who me? The Hot Girl Coach??" she says to herself all while keeping up her stride in heels.

"FOLLOW ME!!" Yoongi yells, interrupting Megan's train of thought to yank her towards him. They make a sharp turn, placing them in a corridor to the side of the main tunnel. A gust of wind hits them as the flood of sentinels rushes past them to leave an eery silence in their wake.

Megan is still catching her breath when Yoongi begins stepping deeper into the smaller tunnel. She was doubled over with her hands on her knees, panting heavily. She lifted a finger that signaled for him to give her a moment.

"Wheew shit. Wheeew...ok...waitwaitwait.." she mumbles and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"They are gone but they will be back. They're looking for the core," he states all too plainly.

Yoongi pauses to begin taking stock of his weapons, an array of holstered handguns and blades at his waist. Two long swords are sheathed behind his back and Megan takes note of them when he turns to pull out of the guns on his hip, turning it to the side and examining it closely.

"Core?" Megan exhaled, finally standing upright and breathing somewhat normally. Yoongi looks at her and nods.

"Purpura's core. Source of all life on the planet. They want to eat it."

Megan had heard of malevolent races that sought to conquer and destroy other planets. Luminasia was actually founded under such a rule long ago before hundreds of years of fighting made it what it was today. As time passed, talks of wars and the world eaters had dwindled as peace across the galaxy seemed to be achieved.

But it seemed as though evil still lurked and had taken and more covert approach in carrying out its agenda. 

It didn't seem like Yoongi was in the mood to explain further since he went quiet, leaving the floor open for Megan while he assessed his arsenal.

"Ok? So what now? We're just gonna hide in here and wait for those things to circle back?"

Yoongi makes a sound under his mask at the word we, shaking his head and looking over his shoulder into the looming darkness deeper into the crevice they entered.

"No. I'm taking you to my captain and he'll give me orders on how to proceed. Come.." he says as he finishes prepping, lifting his gaze to find Megan watching him.

She stares at him blankly, a soft scowl forming between her brows.

"Well fuck! All I came here to do was pop in, get the rock, and pop out on the next back to L-town! Not get caught up in some end of the world ass shit! What if he's a fed? What if this captain finds out what Im really here for and locks me up in some purple bars jail cell with criminals and shit?!! The fuck I look like getting stuck on Purpura and I have a nail appointment next week.." she says to herself. Glancing behind herself towards where she and Yoongi had just escaped being trampled to death by those things, she pokes her lip out thoughtfully.

"Please. There isn't much time" Yoongi's voice cuts through her inner monologuing, not sounding any more patient than he did before.

He extends his hand to her and Megan's eyes drop it suspiciously.

"..I mean...he did just save your ass, Megan. He could have just left us out there. Maybe he and this captain can help find you a way out of here without ending up something's entree." her inner voice throws into the pool of doubt in her mind, the image of her being picked out of some freaky-looking monster's teeth rippling in its reflection.

She sighs heavily in submission, stepping towards Yoongi in preparation to follow.

"Fuck it."