#SBaFL universe

[hongcherry]

In Your Web || jjk (m)

"Jungkook’s nightly patrol should be focused on catching criminals. Instead, he’s too occupied with his girlfriend and his webs."

🕸 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🕸 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Heavy on the fluff, smut; spiderman au, college au, SBaFL au

🕸 Warnings: dom!jk, they love kissing each other 🤷, unprotective sex (be safe everyone!), oral(m), fingering, reader is restrained at one point, rough sex, cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, cocky!jk, jk's cheesy but what's new?

🕸 Word Count: 10k (yassss!!!! *pats self on back*)

🕸 Credits: [betas] @hoebii Mel babe D: thank you for staying by my side. you're a reminder that good people still exist. i love u bby 🥺 n ty for the great ideas on describing jk in his suit n for yn's contact name heh; @jeonjcngkook Jords, thank you for all your help and thought you put into beta'ing! i learned new things from you! | [banner] @missgeniality SIYAAAAA!!!!! this banner is so fun to look at!!! you took my vision and make it a reality! ty for offering your talented services to me! it looks so G O O D

🕸 Storyline: This fic can be read as a standalone, but it does contain specific references to events from Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble as well as Warning Signs. However, it doesn’t affect the overall plot... It does give a few spoilers though.

🕸 Author's Note: Happpppy birthday, Jungkook! May your day be filled with laughter and smiles and love and and and an—sklgjavf 💖 u a star

They're back!!!!! Thank you everyone for being patient as I finished my semester and found my motivation again. I've had this idea for a long time, so I'm glad it's finally being brought to life! This was meant to be a short fic, but I've really been wanting to write a long one lately... which has been a struggle D: So I'm very proud of myself for actually writing so much! Anyway, enjoy!

Please reblog and share your thoughts/comments with me as they make me happy hehe 😊 I reply!

SBaFL universe  | bts masterlist

The cold metal beneath your hands sent a shiver throughout your body. Despite the chilly material, you gripped it firmly as you ascended what you hoped was a sturdy ladder.

Maybe agreeing to meet on a rooftop at night wasn’t the wisest decision. The experience would’ve been better if the weather wasn’t so cold. Regardless, you didn’t want to back out now.

The day was uneventful. You had only attended your classes before finishing up some homework. Occasionally, you would sneak in some time to watch something on YouTube. Although that was entertaining, it was only temporary as you were brought back to reality when your eyes found your uncomplete homework.

College wasn’t as exciting as you had heard it was. You weren’t a part of any groups that frequented parties, so perhaps that was the reason... not that you needed to be in order to have fun. You were content with the group of friends you had. However, the issue was your friends were busy with their own academia too. You were rarely in the same room with all of them.

After thirty minutes of restless tossing and turning, you had sprung from your bed and rang Jungkook. You didn’t want to stare at your bedroom walls anymore. You hadn’t seen him much today either—had only seen him at lunch since he had his own classes to attend and was playing catch-up with his homework. You figured he was out doing his usual Spidey duties despite it being half past midnight. Judging by the windy feedback that came from the other end when he answered, your suspicion was confirmed.

As you neared the rooftop, you glanced up. A familiar figure stood at the top of the ladder with their hand stretched out. You grabbed it and held it tightly as you were pulled up effortlessly.

The roof was flat and belonged to a deserted commercial building. In spite of it being in the middle of construction, it was nearly finished so you weren’t too worried about it collapsing. The road beneath wasn’t any livelier—enough cars to offer the buzz of passing vehicles, but not so much to be the dominant sound in the area. From this height, they appeared to be toy cars children would play with. You could imagine kids with controllers guiding their cars through a makeshift track. Albeit a lot more organized.

The first thing you saw when your feet touched the ground were two white teardrop shapes. The familiarity brought a wave of comfort washing over you.

“I feel like I should be asking for your autograph,” you teased the hero before you.

Spider-Man chuckled, using your hand that was still grasped in his to bring you closer. He removed his mask with his other hand and shined a playful smile in your direction. His hair was tousled and unkempt due to being squashed beneath the mask. He looked cute.

“I’ll give you one,” Jungkook replied and carefully tucked his mask into the waistband of your jeans. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and you peered up at him with a faint grin.

“How much do you think I could make off of it?”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, the corner of his lip twitching as he tried to suppress a smirk.

“You won’t be able to make anything off of it,” he answered and lowered his head.

“I beg to differ,” you snickered. “I saw people trying to sell pieces of your webs you leave behind for a hefty amount.”

“Gross,” he murmured before resting his forehead against yours.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. Before you could change topics, Jungkook spoke again.

“What I meant was, you won’t be able to make anything off it because it won’t be tangible.”

Confused, you started to move back to look at him, but Jungkook kept you close.

“What do you-”

Without warning, Jungkook surprised you by pressing his lips upon yours. The kiss was gentle and had you relaxing in his arms. Even though being kissed by Jungkook was nothing new to you, his kisses always had your brain short-circuit.

Jungkook moved away too soon, but only to connect his lips to your neck. Your mouth fell open as your breathing intensified under his touch, his lips kissing just beneath your jaw. Despite the unexpected action, your body reacted quickly. You tangled a hand in his locks when he nipped at your cool skin. The breezes that tangled your hair caused goosebumps to rise across your arms and you cuddled closer to his body for warmth.

After a few more kisses, you felt his tongue glide across your neck. His movements were slow; he took his time to trace patterns on your skin while he gently massaged the sides of your body. 

The light motions of his hands combined with the languid glides of his tongue had you squirming. You bit your lower lip to suppress your giggles from the sensations.

Jungkook grinned against your skin at your reaction and dug his fingers into your waist to keep you from escaping his grasp. Instead of pulling away after a moment, he opted for kissing toward your ear. 

“That was a one-of-a-kind autograph. Only for you, baby,” he whispered, his breath tickling at your skin.

Your eyes opened suddenly when you realized he had spelled his name on your neck with his tongue. 

Jungkook withdrew from you and laughed at the startled expression settled on your face. His eyes lingered on the sheepish look since he found it amusing.

Though at his laugh, you hastily composed yourself again.

“T-thank you?” you said, unsure what to say, yet you were weak at the knees from his actions. It always felt good to be reminded you were his. 

Jungkook responded by pecking your cheek.

“’Course. How was your day?” he asked, hands still palming your sides absentmindedly.

“Dull,” you sighed. You reached up to tuck a strand of hair from his face that was blown by the wind. “Was yours good?”

Jungkook shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. The night’s kind of slow tonight, too.”

You stayed silent as your gaze danced across his face, admiring his soft features that were lit by the moonlight. His dark eyes bore into yours, lips tugged in a small smile. He tilted his head as he got lost in his own thoughts. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t truly seeing you. The hand that had trailed up to his hair earlier slowly started to twist a few strands between your fingers. 

Your eyes began to trail downward. His red and blue suit stretched snuggly around his toned frame. As if hypnotized, the hand playing with his hair slid down to his chest, touching his firm muscles from over the fabric. It put you at ease from the known feeling.

His breathing became irregular when he felt your hands trace the intricate patterns of his suit. You were grateful you were able to feel the unique spandex material in comparison to the cheap counterfeits being sold.

When your hands traveled lower, he drew in a sharp breath. His kneading on your body stopped.

“Is this why you called to ask where I was?” His tone was playful though a little strained. He tried to keep his heart rate steady so as to not be affected by your wandering hands. “You knew I was on patrol.”

“I had a feeling,” you admitted softly, flickering your gaze up to meet his own but continuing your hand south.

“I’m supposed to be looking for bad guys,” Jungkook attempted to regain his sense of control. “You’ve already distracted me enough.”

“You said tonight was a slow one,” you said and stopped your hand from going past his pelvis.

“Y-yes, but I should still keep an eye out.”

You gave him a teasing smile and gradually pulled away from him, watching him closely as he released a deep breath with a faintest frown. His hands fell to his sides.

 “Are you sleepy?” Jungkook asked, changing the topic abruptly while his fingers tapped against the top of his thighs. You weren’t sure if he was anxious, excited, or nervous about something.

“No. Are you?” you replied suspiciously. His question was innocent, yet you had a feeling he asked for a reason.

Jungkook shook his head at the question then glanced around the rooftop. You followed his gaze and looked to the right to see a higher part of the building. The roof had two levels.

“Wait here for a second,” he instructed. With speed, he began to fire webs that connected from the wall to the rooftop’s floor.

You watched in puzzlement for a few seconds before you realized what he was doing.

It was odd to see your boyfriend spin his own web, yet it was fascinating nonetheless. He’s never done this in front of you. However, you figured by his deft hands, he had done this before. Watching him, you became grateful his webs didn’t shoot out of his ass. What if he farted and—?! Alright, brain. That’s enough. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to see that. Just the image made you giggle and cringe simultaneously. 

“Bet you could catch a lot of flies with that,” you mused, attention focused on him again instead of your questionable thoughts.

Jungkook glanced your way and paused, a knowing grin on his lips. “I’m planning to catch something else.”

“Yeah?” you wondered playfully.

Jungkook hummed as he finished what he was up to. The web wasn’t anything special in terms of design. It appeared to be like any other web, but larger—as if looking through a magnifying glass. You wondered if it would stick to your fingertips and collapse like the ones at home.

Jungkook walked down from the top, strangely balancing—or not so considering his powers—on the slanted material.

“Alright. Come here, baby,” he called for you. He stood near the edge of the web, hand stretched out as he waited for you to join him.

You shuffled your feet, uncertain if going on the web was the best choice. Sure, Jungkook was standing perfectly fine on it, but was it really robust enough to handle the both of you?

“Any slower and I’m going to pull you here,” he complained.

“My pace hasn’t stopped you before,” you huffed, all movements halted.

Jungkook laughed lightly and shook his hand in hopes it’d get you to come quicker, “Yeah, but I’m trying to be a gentleman this time.”

“I’m not sure I’m going to be as stable as you on that, Koo,” you said. Your steps were small and hesitant.

“Don’t worry. I got you,” he reassured.

You took a deep breath as you placed your hand in his. The first step was scary, and you held onto Jungkook’s hand with a deadly grip. The web dipped slightly at your weight but stayed taut for the most part. The strength of it surprised you. You knew Jungkook’s webs were not easy to break but relying on them for flooring and being tangled up with them were different.

“There you go,” Jungkook smiled as he led you to the center carefully. Similar to a real spider’s web, it was slightly sticky, and you had to tug your legs up a little harder than normal to walk. You wondered if you ran and jumped on the web if you would stick to it like a fly. Though, you had a gut feeling Jungkook had already tested that theory in the past.

Jungkook guided you to sit down, slinging an arm over your shoulder and resting his head against yours. The warmth from his body felt comforting in the chilly night and it reminded you how thankful you were to simply be able to snuggle against him. You wondered how long you could stay like this without interruptions.

“Is college what you expect it to be like?” Jungkook asked, voice soft and blending with the breezes.

“Sort of,” you shrugged. “Lots of studying and sorority parties I never attend.”

He chuckled, laying back against the web. One leg was bent and his arms outstretched. You followed his lead. Your head rested against his arm, and you pressed your side against his. You both stared up at the starless sky. It was a shame the city lights were concealing the twinkling stars.

“Except the one,” Jungkook argued teasingly, recalling that night’s events after the Halloween party.

A faint blush crept on your cheeks and Jungkook patted your head blithely.

“How’s Aunt May?” You tried to change the subject.

Jungkook let it slide and answered, “She had her first baking class last weekend. She said she really liked it and plans to make me her taste-tester.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky,” you replied and glanced at him. His face scrunched up briefly. “Why that face? You’re getting free desserts!”

“Did you not hear when I said it was her first class? Plus, I fear I may lose my amazing physique if she feeds me everything she tries to bake.” Jungkook’s tone was light, but you knew there was some truth behind his words.

You laughed and you sat up to look down at him. He had moved his other hand to be tucked under his head sometime during your conversation. He looked so peaceful lying on his web in the middle of the night. Even when his lips were in a tight smile, he still made your heart race. 

“Hey, don’t underestimate Aunt May’s skills. She could be a prodigy when it comes to baking. And just bring the food to class. Students love free food.”

“Ah, you’re so smart,” he said and gently tugged you back down with one hand. You tucked your body against his side, one leg draping itself over his straightened limb. Jungkook raised his head slightly to look down at you with an adoring expression. He just wanted to be close to you while he could. He was enjoying the calm night. It wasn’t every day he could have these moments with you.

“Someone has to be,” you kid.

“Yah! Jagiya,” he whined and threw his head back against the web. The wind blew some of his hair into his face, but Jungkook didn’t bother with moving the strands. He let them sway in the breeze.

“Truth hurts, huh, Koo?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and hugged your body.

“You’re being a brat,” Jungkook huffed.

You giggled, enjoying the light bickering. “I’m sorry.”

You tilted your head with a pout, placed a hand on his chest, and tapped your fingers in a rhythm to get his attention.

“Kookie,” you said, voice slightly higher than normal when he didn’t look at you. Jungkook didn’t budge. He stubbornly kept his gaze locked on the dark sky. 

Sighing, you leaned up and squished his cheeks with your hand. His lips pursed involuntarily at the act and a whine of protest left him. He shook his head, but there wasn’t enough force to actually break away.

“Do you forgive me?” you asked.

After a few seconds of silence, you pecked his pouty lips.

“I think you’re very smart,” you complimented and gave him another quick kiss.

“And funny,” you continued, accompanied by a third kiss. “And caring. And handsome. And sexy. And cute. And the best boyfriend in the wor- Hmph!”

Jungkook had stayed still as you showered him with compliments. He tried to suppress the smile forming with each kiss you placed on his lips. His heart was beating faster the more attention you gave him.

Hearing enough, he quickly leaned up and smashed his lips against yours, hand tangling in your hair to stop you from pulling away.

Your hand on his face eased as your eyes fluttered shut when he started to move his mouth.

Jungkook pressed you flushed to his body. His legs wrapped around yours as he kept you in his tight grip.

With a gasp, you receded from the kiss.

“Is that a yes?” you questioned breathlessly.

“No,” he replied, chest heaving slightly. “I just wanted you to shut up.”

“Jungk-”

He tugged your head back down and connected your lips once more. This time, you successfully moved from him.

“Now who’s being the brat?” you huffed.

Jungkook laughed, lips a little swollen and eyes filled with love and lust. He reduced his grip on you and let his legs sprawl beneath your body. 

You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him. His hands came up to rub your thighs, eyes following you as you leaned over him. You carefully pushed all his hair out of his face as Jungkook stared at you quietly.

The quietness was tranquil and neither of you felt the need to fill it. Perhaps with someone else, it might have been awkward. You might have fidgeted under the silence or tried to ask generic questions to fill the space. Though with Jungkook it was different. Being in his presence was all you needed to feel content.

Jungkook studied you. It was harder to see your face as your back was against the sky, the moonlight not having a way to illuminate your features. Despite this, he knew your face was in its most relaxed state. Your movements were unrushed and gentle, indicating how serene you felt. Even if he couldn’t see your face clearly, your eyes sparkled in the darkness that had him mesmerized by your beauty. He couldn’t see the stars in the sky, but he only needed you to be the light in his life.

“You’re pretty,” you whispered as you slowly moved the last few strands from his face.

Jungkook was drawn from his thoughts by your comment.

“I know you are,” he said with a cheesy grin.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook gripped your thighs firmly with a shake of his head. You shut your mouth with a pout, not in the mood to disagree anymore.

Jungkook let out a small laugh at your expression and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you on him again.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” he whispered. His lips ghosted yours as he pushed the hair that fell into your face. He held his hand in your hair and stroked the side of your face with his thumb tenderly.

Your heartbeat quickened with each second that passed by with Jungkook staring at you. Your faces were so close, yet no one made a move.

“May I keep you out a little longer?” Jungkook asked kindly.

You nodded, a smile on your lips. Although you had class tomorrow, you didn’t want to leave Jungkook’s embrace.

“You may.”

Jungkook wasted no more time and kissed you for the umpteenth time that night. Though, you could never get enough of his kisses as they always had you feeling giddy.

He moved his lips languidly against yours, tracing your lower lip with his tongue slowly so as to soak up this moment like a sponge. He wanted to remember the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin under his hands, the weight of your body on his.

His tongue met yours and he crept his hands down your sides following the curve of your body, loving the way your legs squeezed his waist at the feel of his hands roaming your hips.

Your hair fell around his face and Jungkook could feel a few strands tickling his cheeks, but he didn’t care to move them.

Jungkook’s hands slid up to grab your ass. He gripped it roughly, which caused you to press your lower half over his.

You inhaled sharply when Jungkook did it again.

One of your hands caressed the side of his face while the other trailed up and down his torso. You could feel every bump and curve of his toned body due to the tight spandex of his suit. You pressed your body harder against his to feel more of him. There was always something so attractive when he donned his suit. You rolled your hips at the thought of having the hero beneath you all to yourself.

“You remember what you said to me that night of the party?” Jungkook questioned between breaths when you both broke away from the heated kiss.

You gave him a puzzled look, mind going blank momentarily as you lifted yourself to see him better.

Jungkook smirked and answered for you, “You said I looked sexy in my suit.”

You glanced away from him meekly. Not only did you think it now, but you also thought it then too. As if Jungkook could read your mind, he continued.

“Do you think I look sexy in it now?”

Jungkook already knew the response from the way you tucked your chin to your chest. He just wanted you to admit it verbally. Gently, he moved your face, so you were looking at him again. He waited for your answer.

Reluctantly, because you knew it was what he wanted to hear, you answered, “Yes.”

“You wanted me to fuck you with my suit on,” he recalled with a sinister smile and slid his hand back to rest on your ass. “And I sort of did then, but it didn’t really satisfy your idea, right, baby?”

You stared down at him with rapt attention, hands pressed on his chest. You remembered how his attire had been around his thighs, which only had exposed his torso. He was right in that it didn’t give the same effect as when it covered him completely. The more you thought of him fully dressed having his way with you, the more you could feel your panties dampening.

“Speak to me,” he encouraged, a hand lightly tapping your ass to get your attention.

“Yes, I remember. You’re right,” you replied hurriedly.

“What if I told you I wore a different suit today?” he wondered aloud. “You still want me to fulfill that dream of yours?”

For some reason, you were suddenly shy. You wanted it, yes, but you felt a little ashamed of the thought. You were sure Jungkook had made the suit tight so he could maneuver easily, not to be ogled at. Yet here you were. The idea of him being fully suited up and making you a moaning mess was tempting. 

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured and averted your gaze.

“Why so shy?” he asked, voice softer than before.

“I feel I shouldn’t want to,” you trailed off.

“But I want to,” Jungkook reassured and put emphasis on himself. “I want to fuck you in my suit.”

“B-but you wear this to be a hero,” you began to argue, peering at the material, “not to satisfy some fantasy of mine.”

Jungkook shook his head and moved your head to look at him. “What if you weren’t the only one with that fantasy?”

You pressed your lips together, unsure if he was just saying that. Not only were you still hesitant, you now felt bad for ruining the mood. Your shoulders slumped at the realization.

“I’m not just Spider-Man in this suit. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend, and you helped me see that,” he continued to try to erase your doubts when he saw your shoulders sag.

You listened to him silently. 

“Plus, you’re telling me heroes can’t have a little fun?” His light tone etched away a sliver of your uncertainty. “Don’t feel guilty for how you feel. You’re not the only one who thinks I look ‘hotter than ghost peppers’ in my suit.”

Your eyes widened at his reply, not anticipating hearing such a comment. Jungkook chuckled at your reaction.

“My favorite from last week was being told I was ‘so hot even milk can't wash it down’.”

You shook your head with a smile and a small laugh–a mixture of disbelief and amusement. His words made you feel better.

“People have an interesting way with words online,” he shrugged as if he was used to it. He probably was at this point in his hero career.

“So, what do you say?” Jungkook asked and raised a hand to graze your lower lip with his thumb. His eyes dropped down briefly to watch the way your mouth parted when he rubbed your lip delicately. “Will you help your boyfriend pass some time while he’s on patrol?”

“I thought you were supposed to be looking out for criminals,” you huffed teasingly when you recalled his earlier replies. You were grateful Jungkook was there to lift your spirit back up. 

To him, he wasn’t bothered by your hesitancy. He was just happy to talk you through the little speed bump. The mood was never ruined.

“I am,” he retorted and removed his hand from your face. “I already got one.”

A gasp left your lips when a hand came down on your ass abruptly, your fingertips digging into his chest in response.

“I’m not a criminal,” you scoffed when you realized the action implied he had deemed you as one. “What crime did I commit?”

“You stole my heart. I say that’s quite a big crime.”

You blinked at him dumbfoundedly.

“You did not just-”

“You have the right to remain silent-”

“You’re not a police officer.”

Jungkook exhaled dramatically, “You gotta work on your roleplay skills, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him. Jungkook laughed, visibly proud of his comment.

“Didn’t know you were into that,” you mused.

Jungkook shrugged. “Never tried, but I’m not going to say no if you wanted to try it.”

Even though his tone was light, you could tell from the way his eyes widened out of curiosity that he was being serious.

“Maybe in the future,” you suggested and leaned down.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said before your lips met his.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, pressing your hips to his more.

Your hips began to slowly circle as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling against each other. You suppressed the moans bubbling in your throat every time your clit caught friction. You felt the bulge underneath you growing with each swivel of your hips and it had your heart pumping quicker.

Jungkook’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, guiding their movements while pushing his own up to meet your body more. You moaned into his mouth at the rougher feeling.

Jungkook pulled away with a sharp inhale, chocolate eyes dark with lust.

“Mask on or off?” Jungkook panted.

As much as you loved seeing his handsome face, you wanted to try something different.

“On.”

Jungkook smirked and plucked his mask from your jean’s waistline.

“Other people would love to be in my position,” you thought out loud as you eyed him retrieving his mask. Although you didn’t mean to gloat, a part of you did feel a little ego boost at the statement.

“Don’t wanna think of other people,” Jungkook said. “Just wanna think of you, baby. Just you. Only you. This is only for you.”

Your heart warmed at his rambling, and you captured his lips with yours tenderly, both hands cradling the sides of his face as if he was your anchor in a restless ocean.

“For us,” you corrected into the kiss.

Jungkook smiled, giving you an extra peck on the lips after you moved away.

You rubbed his chest lightly as he pushed his hair back off his forehead before tugging the mask over his head. Being unable to see his face had a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. Here was the hero you often saw on the screens. He was untouchable to many, yet he was laying beneath you.

Though this was not your first time being with him with his mask on, knowing what was to come had your heart racing for a different reason and it excited you. Maybe it was the idea that no one but you were able to have Spider-Man like this—to have Jungkook like this—or maybe you were anxious to try something new with him. Whatever the reason, you suddenly felt your body grow warmer.

“Hi, Spidey,” you teased with a smile once the mask was secured on him.

Jungkook chuckled at your casual tone and transferred his hands to your waist.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he replied whilst he kneaded your hips softly. “’M can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”

Your cheeks heated at his comment. You leaned down, giving him a kiss through his mask. Despite not being able to directly feel his lips upon yours, the thought was there at least. Your hands traveled between his legs when you gave him a quick kiss.

Jungkook sighed at the feel of your hand on top of his hardening cock.

You palmed him above his clothing, eyes casting down to outline his hard-on. The soft touches had Jungkook tightening his grip on your hips.

Not wanting to have all the attention, Jungkook glided his hands up your chest until he cupped your breasts through your shirt. He massaged them gently, causing you to arch your back into his soothing touches.

Your hand on his crotch pressed harder against him. Jungkook shuddered at the pressure.

“Take these off for me,” Jungkook murmured and tugged on one of your belt loops.

You nodded and carefully climbed off him to remove your jeans, forgetting you were on top of the web Jungkook spun earlier.

“Is this going to, uh, hold us?” you questioned, feeling unsure how to bring up the topic without feeling a little strange. Because who would have thought you would fuck your boyfriend on top of a giant web?

“Definitely,” he said confidently and leaned up on one elbow. He patted the web as if to show its sturdiness. “We can go as wild as we want.” 

There was cockiness to his tone as he raised his eyebrows up with a crooked grin. He was definitely already prepared to have you sore tomorrow.

Another blush crept on your face at his words. “How ‘wild’ are you imagining, Koo?”

Jungkook hummed as if in thought. He gestured for you to climb back on him, and you did as he answered, “Until you’re fucked dumb and whining for my cock.”

“Jungkook,” you gasped at his choice of words. Really, you don’t know why you were taken aback. His vocabulary has always been more vulgar when he was consumed with lust. It was different from his usual easy-going, joking behavior. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t heard him speak to you like this in a while. With your schedules, you hadn’t had the chance to have an intimate moment with him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be craving my dick for days,” he continued, just to watch you become more flustered. 

Jungkook laughed at your bashful expression. He slid a hand between your legs and began to circle your clit through your panties.

“Don’t you want that, baby?” he cooed and increased his speed. Your hips jolted at the sensation, and you placed your hands on his chest with a small moan.

“To be so needy for my cock that you can’t think of anything else?”

His words had your panties getting wetter. The thought had your heart racing, and you nodded your head at his question. 

Jungkook smiled beneath his mask and moved his finger to rub through your folds. A smirk formed when he felt your damp panties. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, needing to feel more of his sinful touches.

Jungkook kept the same pace for a little longer, watching as your hips got more frantic as you grew more desperate.

“Need more,” you whined and started to reach down to lead his fingers where you wanted him, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist instead.

“Did you miss my cock so much that you forgot your manners?” Jungkook scolded, not truly mad with you.

“Please,” you said unhesitant. “Give me more.”

“I just want you to beg until you can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook confessed, which had your eyes widening. “But I’ve already kept you out so late that I’ll have to do that another time.”

You felt your body relax at that, not having the patience to have him deny you longer. He hasn’t done much, yet you were eager to feel him for the first time in a while.

Jungkook watched you for a moment as he took in your relieved expression. “I’m just too nice to you, huh?” He chuckled lowly but didn’t let you reply.

Jungkook pushed aside your panties and eased one finger inside. You were wet enough from his previous actions that his fingers slid in with no resistance, making Jungkook groan.

He pumped his finger steadily and it wasn’t long before he quickly added another one. The slight stretch from it had your inhaling deeply. His slow motions had you wanting more, but you stayed still as you let him continue. You had missed his touch.

Jungkook slowed his pace, almost coming to a complete stop as he gently spread his fingers. You gasped at the feeling and pressed your thighs against his body. A hand came down and wrapped itself around his wrist. You didn’t adjust his hand but just gave it a squeeze to let him know how good it felt. 

Jungkook’s lip quirked in a small smile at you. He pressed his fingers together, pumped them a few times, then spread his fingers again. His actions repeated at the same unhurried pace. While it felt pleasing, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. However, before you could request more, Jungkook retreated. You keened at the loss of his touch.

He ignored your cry and pushed the lower half of his suit down. Normally, his attire was a one-piece, but this one was different. He had several outfits he had experimented with, all with different designs.

“Think you can take over?” Jungkook questioned as he exposed his hard cock. He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and tightened his grip. His lips parted at the feeling. 

Your eyes glanced down, walls clenching around nothing when you saw his precum leaking from his tip.

You nodded and started to adjust your position, but Jungkook interrupted you.

“Where’s that sweet voice of yours, baby?”

“Yes,” you verbally answered; it earned you a content nod from Jungkook.

“Come on then, need to feel you around me,” he groaned, dick throbbing with need.

You obeyed and moved so you were hovering over his tip.

Jungkook rubbed his tip through your slicken folds, smearing his precum along them. His lips were parted; his eyes focused on how easy it was to do so. After a few more glides, he aligned himself and bucked his hips slightly until he pushed the head of his cock inside your soaked pussy. 

A small yelp escaped your lips at the stretch. Understanding the message, you sank down slowly, both your moans ringing out in unison at the feeling of each other.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed beneath you. His eyebrows were furrowed together.

Without wasting another second, you began to slide up until just his tip remained before sliding back down gradually with another moan.

Jungkook had his hands resting on your waist, trying not to force your hips down faster.

“Y-you’re big,” you gasped with your eyes closed. Your head was starting to cloud with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“Thanks, cutie,” Jungkook said playfully through a breathy laugh. His voice sounded a little stiff as he tried to keep his moans at bay so that he could hear yours better.

His tone tore you from your haze for a moment and you hit his chest half-heartedly. Jungkook laughed and rubbed your waist, unaffected by the faux scolding.

“Love the way you fit around me,” Jungkook added and thrusted up harshly once. He told himself to let you set the pace, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so tight around him.

“Ah!” you gasped at his sudden movement. Jungkook smirked at your reaction.

At his action, you increased your speed. You sank up and down his cock faster and you threw your head back at the way he filled you so blissfully. Your arms were behind you, fingertips grazing the top of Jungkook’s thighs as you bounced with vigor.

Jungkook bent his knees slightly so you could grab his thighs better for support. Once you had a solid hold, you started to rock your hips quicker.

Jungkook reached up and dragged your shirt up until it was gathered at the top of your chest. He pushed your bra up as well, tucking your shirt under the bra’s seam so it stayed put. With your breasts exposed, Jungkook greedily stared at the way they bounced with each of your movements.

Seeing you on top with your back arched slightly from the position of your arms and breasts moving had him let out a curse. He needed to release this pent-up feeling in his chest.

Without notice, Jungkook halted your hips and flipped you over. You both bounced slightly with the action and for a moment, you worried the web was going to snap. However, the thought disappeared when Jungkook forced your hands above your head.

You stared at him above you, eyes glued to the two oval shapes in his mask.

“I would turn you over so I could see that pretty ass of yours, but I know my baby girl wants to see me. Am I right?” he crooned.

“Y-yes,” you agreed.

“Since you wanted me fully suited as I fuck you, I think it’s only right for me to do this,” he trailed off. You realized what he meant a little too late. He had already adhered your wrists to the web below.

Jungkook grabbed your ankles next, pulling your legs apart then webbing them as well. He had you sprawled on top of his web, and he couldn’t feel more proud of himself. Here you were—exposed and leaking with arousal in front of him, unable to move.

“Don’t you look divine right now,” he praised arrogantly. His eyes traveled every inch of your body, and you were incapable of shielding yourself from his greedy eyes.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you still knew the facial expression he was sporting underneath the mask and the thought had you squirming. You had never been this restrained in such an intimate moment with him, but your trust in him didn’t make you nervous. Instead, you just felt your body heat rapidly.

“Caught in my web,” he whispered as if in wonder at the beautiful sight. One of his hands raked down your body, tweaking one of your nipples before moving to the inside of your thigh. “Just ready for me to use you.”

“Please,” you begged.

“Would you like that?” he asked, low and husky. 

“Yes, Jungkook,” you answered truthfully. “Want you to fuck me dumb.”

Jungkook smiled and positioned himself, so he was hovering over you, his tip resting at your entrance.

“That, I can do,” he chuckled. 

He eased into you again. The snug feeling around his cock had him clutching the webbing next to your head.

Jungkook didn’t stay nestled against you for long. His pace wasn’t as fast as he could go, but he’d rather use his strength than his speed at the moment.

You moaned loudly, staring up at your boyfriend with his famous red and blue mask. Although you probably had forgotten you weren’t in the privacy of four walls, Jungkook didn’t.

He felt he should’ve told you to be quieter, but he really didn’t want to. He loved the sounds you were making, knowing he was the one causing them. He pushed away the concern he had briefly and gave you a particular rough thrust which earned him a heavenly cry from your lips. It was as if he was challenging the universe for someone to hear you.

Your body was pushed up with each shove of his hips. However, since you were tied down, you didn’t actually move much.

“Look at you,” Jungkook rasped and glanced down at where you were both connected. He could feel your walls clench around him and he groaned. “Letting me take you however I want.”

The more he pondered on that, the faster his pace got. 

“Shit, you look so pretty,” he hissed. He grabbed your bouncing breasts, squeezing them as he slammed his hips against yours. The hold on your breasts was slightly painful, but the feeling between your legs was too delightful to notice for long.

“You feel s-so good, Kookie,” you stammered through gasps. Your hands were balled into fists, wanting to touch him but not having the ability to do so.

Jungkook moved his hands from your breasts so he could grip your hips. He leaned back slightly and guided your hips to his while he thrusted forward.

Your back arched, head pushing onto the web at the new feeling. You could feel him slide against the spot that had you seeing stars.

Jungkook’s eyes were gazing from your open mouth to your bouncing breasts then to where he was pounding into you. He couldn’t decide where to look as he fucked into you.

A part of him wished he could take a picture of how captivating you looked right now. The egotistical side of him wanted to show it to his friends—to brag about how well he could fuck you. How good you were to him to let him use your body for his pleasures. You were his good girl. And as much as he wanted to indulge in his own selfish pleasures longer, he remembered that you needed to be spoiled too.

Jungkook adjusted himself so he was hovering over you again. He lifted his mask just above his nose and slotted his mouth on your right nipple while a hand massaged your left breast. The feeling of his warm tongue circling the nub had you whining his name and clenching around him again.

Jungkook hummed, happy to hear how much you were enjoying his mouth on you.

You tugged on the restraints. You just wanted to rip off his mask and tangle your fingers in his locks like you usually do.

Jungkook flickered his tongue over your hardened nipple before nipping at it. The action had you gasping and pushing your chest to his face. Jungkook smiled against your skin before finding your other nipple and repeating the motions. The saliva left by Jungkook’s mouth was cooling in the chilly air, hardening your nipple. 

While he was playing with your breasts, he kept up the rocking of his hips. The feeling of his big cock rubbing against your walls combined with his tongue had you near your climax.

“Jungko- Baby I-” you babbled, trying to form a full sentence. “Close,” you ended up saying instead.

“Go on, pretty girl. Come around me,” he permitted and briskly moved away from your chest. He tugged the mask down again before getting into a stable position. Without warning, he pulled out and thrusted back in harshly.

You cried, eyebrows knitting together as your body jerked upward from his force.

Jungkook stared down at you intensely, focused on getting you to come. His force was brute, no longer slow like before. Suddenly his hands were back on your breasts again.

Each slap of his hips had you trudging closer to the edge. Your eyes were half-lidded, mouth hung open as you breathed heavily. Your mind was only focused on him—the rocking of his dick in your cunt, the pleasure of his hands on your chest, and the sound of his bated breathing.

“There’s that fucked out look I wanted,” he jested through pants, but you barely registered his words through your hazy pleasure.

“Just for me,” he said. “Only I can see that look, right, jagiya?”

You whined, the energy to reply barely there. For once, Jungkook didn’t require an answer. He knew your thoughts were too occupied just by the expressions on your face.

Jungkook felt your walls tense up, sucking him back in greedily. After a few more thrusts, you came with a loud cry of his name. Your legs seized at the force of your orgasm while his name fell off your tongue like a mantra. Jungkook loved every moment of it, hearing the way you said his name so breathlessly was music to his ears.

He basked in the glory he felt at having you unravel because of him.

“Want to see your pretty mouth filled with my cum,” he husked and pulled away from your cunt.

He straddled your face and sunk his cock between your lips hurriedly.

You eagerly hallowed your mouth, bobbing your head around his heavy cock. Jungkook moaned watching you suck him off so earnestly.

“That’s it,” he praised, breathing increasing with each glide of your mouth.

“I’m close,” he murmured and slotted his fingers in your hair.

Your eyes locked on his mask, groaning around his dick at seeing the hero above you.

Jungkook tilted his head back briefly when he felt your tongue run just beneath his head, where his tip meets his shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” he shuddered. “Should have you suck my cock more.���

You hummed in satisfaction at his words, which caused Jungkook to tighten his grip on your hair at the sensation. The vibrations from your throat pushed him closer to his release.

Soon, Jungkook was emptying his load in your mouth. His hand was fisted in your hair as he pushed his hips to your face fully. His cock slid down your throat and you gagged slightly at the sudden feeling. Jungkook found the sound arousing, letting another curse fall from his lips. 

He withdrew from you, some of his cum still spilling from his cock. You quickly inhaled a breath before sticking your tongue out again. Jungkook rested his tip on it and pumped his shaft, head lolling to the side as he panted. His cum landed on your tongue and Jungkook’s gaze was glued to the sight. He loved seeing you dripping with his cum—whether it be in your cunt or in your mouth.

Jungkook slid his tip into the cum pooling on your tongue before running his tip along your upper lip, painting it white.

When you felt Jungkook nudge your jaw, you swallowed.

His gaze lingered on his cum on your lip. However, the sight was soon gone when you swiped your tongue over it.

Jungkook wanted to stay over you as he caught his breath, but he knew you were probably uncomfortable, so he carefully moved off of you. With one hand, he yanked his mask off to reveal his face. His forehead was beaded in sweat while some of his hair stuck to his forehead.

“You still carry that pocketknife with you?” he asked. He knew you had carried one for protection after everything that happened with Kangdae and Seokjin. He wasn’t too happy about it initially since he didn’t want you to be in any fights, but after your constant refusals, he relented. After all, he rather you be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t be there to protect you.

“Back pocket,” you said and nodded to your discarded jeans.

Instead of Jungkook getting up to grab them like you thought he would, he simply shot a web and brought them to him.

“Thought the webs were sturdy,” you joked, voice a little hoarse. “How can a tiny pocketknife cut it?”

“It’s not as easy as you may think,” he replied and switched it open. He began to meticulously saw at the webs around your wrists.

“Doesn’t this mean any criminal can just cut through your webs?”

“If they have the time and strength, yes. My webs aren’t invincible,” he answered calmly, not irritated with your curiosity. “Hence, why I try to web their arms down. And normally, one swipe of the web won’t break through it. They’ll be in handcuffs before they can free themselves.”

“We’re going to be here for a while, huh?” you sighed, the euphoric feeling ebbing away at the idea of being exposed to the icy weather longer.

Jungkook glanced at your almost-naked body as if reading your mind. Sheepishly, he gently adjusted your bra and shirt to cover your torso. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about your lower half since he had webbed you at the ankles.

“Maybe start there instead?” you suggested when you saw him glance at your legs.

Jungkook nodded and followed your advice.

The wait for Jungkook to free you didn’t last as long as you had expected. He had made sure to pay extra attention to where he slid the knife, and you were freed without a scratch. He then helped you put on the rest of your clothes.

“I’ve missed you,” he said softly as he sat next to you, rubbing at your wrists and ankles while you both regained some energy.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you replied and gave him a kind smile that had his heart melting.

“Have you thought about what I asked you a few weeks ago?” he wondered, hope lingering in his voice.

Jungkook had come to your dorm one day, seemingly nervous about something. You had worried it had to do with him being the masked hero or maybe even Aunt may. Your roommate had left the dorm to give you both space, sensing the uneasy atmosphere. Turns out, he had spent a few weeks looking at apartments for you both and had scribbled a few down he thought you might like. With the end of the year approaching, it was time to move out of your dorm as they were mainly for freshmen. You could move into a different dormitory, but it would be nicer not to. However, you hadn’t looked anywhere yet.

You were pleasantly surprised at Jungkook’s research. You were so touched by his efforts that he earned himself several kisses that day.

“I did,” you answered. “I like the one that has all those trees. They had a nice floor plan, and the price is doable if we split the cost.”

Jungkook’s mouth widened into a big grin as you spoke.

“I liked that one, too,” he concurred.

“Should I make an appointment to go look at it?”

“Yeah. That sounds good to me.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly on yours. You giggled at his reaction.

“I didn’t think you’d be this excited to look at apartments,” you said and poked his cheek.

“I’m more excited to just see you more often,” he admitted. “Plus, Yoongi’s music distracts me sometimes.”

“You think I won’t distract you?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, you definitely will,” he murmured, eyes drifting to your lips momentarily. “But at least you’d be a fun distraction. Yoongi’s an old man trapped in a young body. Full of grunts and complaints.”

You laughed, nudging him to scold him.

“Imagine how hurt he’d be if he heard you say that.”

Jungkook swatted his hand in the air, pushing away the thought. “He’d probably be glad to get rid of me.”

“How so?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Too many Code Purples,” he explained and gave you a wink.

You scoffed at him, remembering how Code Purple was what he told Yoongi when he wanted alone time with you.

“I haven’t heard you use it that often,” you said. Jungkook halted his massaging on your wrists when you interlaced your fingers together.

“That’s because I do it before you come over,” he explained, leaning closer to your face with a charming smile and a few wiggles of his eyebrows.

You giggled and squeezed his hands. “That poor man.”

“I should just be blaming you for being too irresistible,” Jungkook replied.

“Alright, Casanova,” you joked with a smile. He simply pecked your lips in response. 

After a moment of silence, you wondered out loud, “Do you know if Yoongi is staying on campus if you move?”

Jungkook rubbed small circles on the back of your thumb with his own.

“Actually, I overheard him talking with Hoseok. I think they’re going to try to room together off campus. Maybe I can get Yoongi to move into the same complex as us.”

“That would be nice,” you said happily. You liked the thought of having your privacy with Jungkook, but still being able to be near your friends.

Jungkook hummed, his mood not as cheerful as before. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he replied dismissively.

“Hey, you can talk to me,” you reassured and shook his hands.

“I know,” he said and offered you a small smile. However, he still didn’t give an explanation.

You searched his face, recalling what was said before he looked upset. And then it clicked.

“It’s Hobi, isn’t it?”

At the way his shoulders tensed slightly, you knew you were right.

“He isn’t bad, Koo,” you frowned.

Jungkook didn’t have a favorable opinion of Hoseok since he found he was involved in that group with you. Despite Hoseok helping you both out in the end, Jungkook couldn’t shake the dislike he felt toward the man. You, on the other hand, were still friends with him. Much to Jungkook’s disapproval.

“I just don’t trust him,” Jungkook huffed and looked away from you.

“You’re not going to trust him if you keep glaring at him every time he’s within a ten-foot radius of you.”

“It happens involuntarily,” he grumbled, shoulders slumping. You wished you didn’t find him so cute when he pouted.

“Well, maybe just start thinking of the positives about him when you see him instead? Like how he brought us those donuts one day. Wasn’t that nice?” you tried to persuade him.

“He brought lemon ones,” he said with a disgusted look. “I hate lemon.”

“He also bought chocolate,” you laughed softly at how adamant he was about disliking the cheery man.

Jungkook shrugged, not seeming to care about that addition to the truth.

“Next time, I’ll let him know not to bring lemon,” you said. “Even though I love lemon.” You sighed dramatically as if just the thought pained you deeply.

Jungkook eyed you carefully. You knew he was torn between wanting you to be happy with your lemon treats versus wanting Hoseok to be scolded.

“I’ll bring you lemon donuts instead,” he argued.

You smiled at his childish behavior. He really was cute when he pouted.

“Okay.”

You agreed too quickly for Jungkook to appreciate his counterattack. He now felt manipulated into buying you donuts.

“You’re a menace,” he huffed.

“Actually, I’m fairly certain Spider-Man is more of a menace than me. Didn’t you hear? He’s sticking his eight legs where he shouldn’t be,” you taunted him, recalling the ridiculous news articles you’ve read online.

Jungkook understood your reference and scoffed lightly.

“It takes a menace to know a menace,” he said.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him.

“You’re cute,” you observed, which caused him to frown.

“I think it’s past your bedtime. You’re getting delusional,” he said and started to move away from you.

You let him go, eyes following his figure as he stood up. He stretched his arms over his head, mouthing dropping open in a yawn.

“You ready to head back?” he asked politely.

You nodded.

Jungkook held a hand out for you and helped you to your feet. You stumbled a little from the uneven surface, but Jungkook held you securely so you didn’t fall. Once you stood up, you could feel the soreness between your legs—reminding you of what occurred just minutes ago. Jungkook’s demeanor was different now than before and it emphasized there were multiple sides to him that people didn’t know… and would never know.

“Did you drive here?”

“No,” you shook your head, causing Jungkook to frown.

“Yn, I told you not-”

“It was nice out and the walk isn’t far,” you attempted to reason and stared up at him with puppy eyes. Jungkook didn’t back down from his firm stare.

“It’s too dangerous, okay? If you don’t feel like driving, I can pick you up.”

Not wanting to start an actual argument, you simply said okay. That was going to be an issue to discuss later.

Jungkook must have also not been up for an argument since he didn’t press you on the topic. He sighed and pulled his lips in a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly gloomy mood. He pressed a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go then,” he said; he tugged his mask over his head and then picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms tightly around his neck.

Swinging with him wasn’t as fun as people imagined it to be. It wasn’t your preferred transportation since it often left you a little dizzy and disoriented. Jungkook was aware of the effects and swung slower than he usually did.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked after a few swings.

“I’m okay,” you reassured, your body still clung to his and eyes closed.

“Almost there,” he replied and kept his focus on getting back safely.

By the time you stepped foot in your dorm, it was nearly four in the morning. Your roommate was passed out when you quietly entered your room. Jungkook had dropped you off, giving you an affectionate kiss and ensuring you felt stable before he left.

Although the late night was catching up to you, you forced yourself to do your nighttime routine. It just felt odd not to. You climbed into bed quickly after.

Out of habit, you grabbed your phone to check it. There was a notification from Jungkook.

Love Bug 4:09am i hope u sleep well. u def made my patrol a lot more fun tonight

A smile crept on your face, and you held your covers closer to your body.

Menace (loving) 4:16am I had a fun time too. Does this mean you’ll let me go on patrol with you more often? 😌

Love Bug 4:20am its tempting…but i rather we go on a date instead

Menace (loving) 4:22am Maybe soon?

Love Bug 4:25am i can make that happen

Love Bug 4:25am now go to sleep baby. talk to you tomorrow

Menace (loving) 4:26am Alright, alright. Goodnight, handsome 😊

Love Bug 4:27am good morning (;

You chuckled at his reply, remembering it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. You locked your phone, set it on your nightstand, and finally fell asleep after a long day.

When you woke up the next day, you were greeted with a wide bunny-esque smile in your view.

Despite not getting a lot of sleep, Jungkook had woken up early to buy you lemon donuts. Your roommate was on her way to class when Jungkook visited, so she let him in.

He was bizarrely cheerful considering his lack of sleep and while you wanted to be annoyed at having been woken up early, you couldn’t be mad when he seemed so joyful.

You both had your fair share of donuts—he had almond—before snuggling on your bed and falling asleep again.

This time when you were woken, you were irritated. You just wanted to sleep but there was a loud ringing close to you. It took you a few moments to realize what that noise was.

Class was about to start soon.

Jungkook was still half asleep when he tried to keep you in bed, whining for you to skip class just this once. You did contemplate it, but in the end, you forced yourself to get ready.

Jungkook had watched you silently as you got ready and when it was time to go, he walked you to class. You took a mental note to book the apartment tour soon after he left you. The idea of living with Jungkook brought a smile to your face as you sat down in class, mind wandering to the man you could see yourself with for a lifetime.

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oh my GOD i just read ur spidey series in one go n i didnt even know that it was possible but u just made me fall in love with spideykoo even more <\3 thank u so so much for this masterpiece if i could id probably kiss ur brain

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Second, this message made my heart burst. It means so much that you read my SBaFL universe in one go. That's wild to me 😫 I'm beyond grateful and honored for your support. I appreciate the time you took to message (and read my stories) me.

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And if I did? (m) || jjk

"What’s a better way to celebrate moving into your new university dorm than spending it with your boyfriend, who happens to have some tricks up his sleeves…?”

🕸️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend|Reader(f)

🕸️ Rating/Genre: M(18+), pwp, crack/fluff at the end, established relationship, marvel au

🕸️ Warnings: softdom!jk, bigdick!jk, jk likes to tease... a lot, oral (f receiving), fingering, light dirty talk, bound by webs (oh boy), nipple play (with webs???), unprotected sex, rough(?) sex, spiting, creampie, cum play, “are you jungkook? and if i am?” vibe (because he’s a little tease and it needs to be a warning)

🕸️ Word count: 4.6k

🕸️ Author’s note: Smut is a genre I enjoy reading but suck at writing so bear with me haha >.< If you are under 18, don’t worry about not being able to read this! The little plot I did add is in the preview, so if you want the “plot” it’s there in the beginning (it isn’t that significant to SBaFL). Please don’t read below the preview line since this is 18+ c:

This was originally going to be the beginning of the next action story but I accidentally turned it into a different kind of action, so I just made it its own piece... Enjoy my attempt at sexy time!

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“Can you believe this?” You laughed as you fell onto your new bed that you and Jungkook had finished making. You were excited to start anew at your university. Thankfully, all your friends also attended the same university, which meant you were able to hang out with everyone. Unfortunately, dorms were not co-ed, so you weren’t able to room with Jungkook and would have to walk to another building to visit him. Although this wasn’t ideal, you were willing to sacrifice your laziness to visit your boyfriend. Plus, some exercise wouldn’t hurt since you spent most of your time sitting or laying down. 

Today was the first day for students to begin moving in. Your parents had helped you bring in your belongings, however, they weren’t able to stay for long. Like many mothers, yours left with tears in her eyes. It was a new beginning for you and it felt good. Liberating even. Your parents were kind fellows and not overly strict. Though they didn’t need to be when you didn’t get into much trouble or fall behind in your classes. 

Jungkook laughed along with you, watching as you laid down with excitement. He found the sound contagious and he often smiled widely every time he heard it. He playfully nudged your body over and started to climb next to you.

“Babe your shoes,” you whined when you noticed him beginning to lift his legs on your clean comforter. He gave you an apologetic look before taking off his boots, revealing his famous toe socks, then swinging his legs on the mattress. You smiled at the socks he adored before kissing his cheek in appreciation of his compliance. 

“Aren’t you excited?” You asked as he wrapped his arms around your small frame. He smiled at you, pressing his lips against yours softly before responding.

“Hmm, that depends on how often I’ll get to see you.”

“That won’t be a problem,” you said and tangled your legs with his. “However, a certain masked hero may claim otherwise.”

He chuckled and started to rub small shapes along the small of your back.

“I told you I’ll try to spend more time with you,” he reminded gently, observing your face carefully. Although your response was said teasingly, he knew deep down there was a part of you that still doubted him.

“I know.” You rest your forehead against his chest, falling in silence as you both lay still, listening to each other’s breathing and enjoying each other’s company. While Jungkook has kept his promise so far, leaving the smaller crimes to the actual police, you were worried it wasn’t going to last. Every time sirens went off nearby you could tell Jungkook was yearning to follow them. You felt guilty that you were holding him back, but there was a part of you that needed him as Jeon Jungkook and not Spider-Man.

Your thoughts ended when you felt Jungkook tilt your chin up and bring his lips to yours. You hummed in satisfaction when you tasted the mango smoothie he had earlier. Jungkook flattened his palms against your lower back, pressing your body against his more before traveling his hands lower. You giggled into the kiss when he grabbed a fistful of your ass in his palms. Jungkook smiled, gliding his tongue between your lips and pressing it against yours. Your hands moved to rest against his taut chest, pushing him down and climbing on top without breaking the heated kiss. Your hair fell around your face, providing a curtain-like effect around your and Jungkook’s faces. Jungkook moved his hands to push your hair back, cradling your face in his hands as he continued to move his lips against yours.

Your hands slowly began to glide downwards, taking the time to feel out every dip and curve of his muscles. An involuntarily moaned slipped past your lips when you felt Jungkook harden beneath you. At this, Jungkook playfully jerked his hips up, pressing his bulge against your clothed entrance. 

“Jungkook,” you gasped as you pulled away from the kiss. Jungkook stared up with faux innocence, tucking your hair behind your ears before moving south again.

“What?” He questioned. You spotted the corner of his lip twitching in amusement. “What’d I do, baby?”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me,” you huffed. “You know exactly what you di-”  Jungkook lifted his hips again; however, this time he pushed down on your hips simultaneously. You whimpered when he was pressed harder against where you needed him.

“What was that?” He asked teasingly and began to circle your hips.

“I- I hate you,” you gasped out. Jungkook chuckled, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“No you don’t,” he mumbled against your skin. He began kissing the column of your neck for a few seconds before biting down, eliciting another moan from you. Jungkook gently patted your ass when you didn’t start moving your hips on your own. You were too distracted by Jungkook’s mouth that you had forgotten to do so. You obliged happily, rolling your hips against his, sighing in content at the friction. You could feel Jungkook grow bigger in his black jeans, reminding you of how thick he is. With this in mind, you began to grind roughly, needing more friction between your legs. Jungkook groaned at your harsher movements, licking the spot he had been assaulting before flipping you back over so you were on your back. You whined when he did so, the loss of contact making you feel empty.

“Shhh,” Jungkook cooed, leaning down and kissing your neck again. His hands slowly began to push your shirt up, revealing your soft skin to the cool air in the room. You shivered at the temperature change which caused Jungkook to laugh softly. He placed his knee between your legs and you greedily took the opportunity to move your hips against his thigh.

“So eager,” he mumbled as he glanced down at your rocking hips. He stayed still for a moment, flexing his muscles teasingly as he watched you get yourself off on his thick thigh. You suddenly felt shy under his intense gaze and you reached up, bringing his lips back to yours to distract him. He chuckled into the kiss, pulling away too soon for your preference. He helped you remove your shirt and bra from your body as you continue to move your lower body. As soon as your chest was exposed to him, he brought his lips down upon your nipples. Licking, sucking, and biting until they hardened until his touch.

“Jungkook,” you whined again, getting impatient at his slow pace. You needed more. Something. Anything other than rubbing yourself against him. 

“What do you need, jagi?” He asked, large hands massaging your breasts as he awaited your response. Your face reddened at the thought of speaking your desire aloud. You knew Jungkook enjoyed it when you were vocal about what you wanted, but it never got easier. You were still shy to tell him.

“I... I want you—more,” your sentence was choppy, hoping to get away with saying the minimal. Jungkook shook his head, tsking as he waited for you to elaborate.

“Want your tongue,” you mumbled. Jungkook made a disapproving sound, squeezing your breasts harder in impatience. 

“Speak up,” he encouraged, releasing his grip slightly and massaging them.

“I want your tongue,” you said, louder this time, but still not loud enough for your boyfriend. Jungkook twisted your nipples between his fingers, causing you to whine and arch your back into his touch. 

“Tongue!” You gasped. “Want your tongue, fingers, cock, anything,” you begged. Jungkook released his hold on you, smiling down at you with pride. 

“Good girl,” he hummed, kissing your bruised nipples before creating a path of kisses down to your core. Your heart raced with anticipation and you reached out to grab onto his growing locks. Jungkook had usually kept his hair pretty short, the tips falling right under his eyebrows; however, the ends were now at the bottom of his eyes. You didn’t complain though, this new look was growing on you. 

Although Jungkook ventured lower at your request, he never complied to you easily. He placed a gentle kiss against your covered core—so gently it was barely noticeable. You bucked your hips up, wanting more attention. He smiled at your action and glanced up at you as he leaned back on his heels.

“Take them off,” he said, referring to your pants, and move the comforter to the side. You wasted no time to do as he ordered, unbuttoning your pants and kicking them off quickly.

“This too?” You asked, pointing to your underwear. He nodded, watching as your hands pushed off the soaked material. Just as you were about to close your legs, Jungkook quickly reached out and pulled them apart. He moaned internally as he watched your arousal drip down, strings of it breaking as your legs parted.

“I can’t wait to taste you, baby,” he said and reached out, lightly ghosting his index finger along your wet pussy lips. Your legs shook slightly at his feather-light touch.

“Kookie,” you whined, grabbing his wrist and urging him to do more. He wrapped your wrist with his other hand, squeezing it roughly in a warning.

“You’re not in charge here,” he said sternly before releasing your wrist. You reluctantly pulled it back. 

Jungkook continued his gentle movements against your core, making his way up to your clit and mimicking his actions. Your hands fisted the sheets as you tried not to smack his hands away and touch yourself. His movements were agonizingly slow and too light. 

Jungkook noticed your knuckles turn white and decided you had had enough teasing—with his fingers at least. He removed his hands from you and lowered himself. He glanced up, watching your face as he blew on your soaked entrance. You whimpered at the cool sensation, bucking your hips again. He smirked at your actions, repeating what he had done before suddenly flatting his tongue and licking up from the base of your entrance to your clit.

“Oh,” you gasped and tangled your fingers in his hair. You watched as he closed his eyes, savoring your arousal on his tongue. After a few seconds, he locked his eyes on yours, gathering saliva in this mouth before spitting on your already slicken folds. Your mouth fell open at his actions, feeling dirty by what he had just done but also feeling excited. Jungkook rubbed his spit in your slick, watching as they mixed together.

“Please,” you begged quietly, still not completely satisfied. Your body was writhing under his cruel touches. He still hasn’t given you enough. Jungkook ducked his head down, flicking his tongue against your clit as he rubbed your messy slit. He continued giving quick swipes of his tongue against your clit as he teased your hole. He outlined the entrance with his fingers, sliding just the tip of his finger inside before pulling out. You gripped his head tighter, the urge to push him away and doing it yourself growing stronger.

“More, please, Jungkook I need more,” you panted, moving your hips against him in hopes to get more of anything. Jungkook, however, didn’t listen to your requests. He moved his head away from your clit, focusing his gaze on the way his hand teasing your entrance. He slipped his finger inside you more, but still not all the way. He was driving you insane.

“Fuck,” you cried and quickly brought your hand to your clit, rubbing fast circles against the bud. Jungkook stopped his movements, watching in surprise as you began pleasuring yourself. However, his shock didn’t last long. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them against the bed’s headboard. He released his hold after he positioned them but before you could move, he shot out two small webs, adhering your wrists to the surface. Your eyes widened at his actions, glancing on either side as you looked at your now webbed-wrists.

“You did not just do that,” you said in disbelief, tugging on your hands to free them even though you knew they weren’t that feeble. 

“And if I did?” He smugly responded. Oh how you wanted to smear that smug right off his beautiful, slightly swollen lips. 

“Isn’t this, like, against the rules? Aren’t you only supposed to use your spidey-powers when you need to?” You stared up at your boyfriend, still surprised by what he had just done. Jungkook shrugged.

“I did need to,” he countered. “You weren’t listening to me.” 

“Jungkook, you knew that’s not what I mea- Shit,” you choked as Jungkook swiftly slid two fingers inside your dripping core.

“That- This-  You can’t keep… doing that… to just… shut me up,” you stuttered as he started to pump his fingers, increasing his speed as you continued to speak.

“Why not? It’s effective,” he chuckled, resting one arm near your head while the other was between your legs. Your sarcastic reply died on your tongue when he rapidly moved his fingers, enjoying the way your face contorted in bliss. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours before you could reply. You grumbled in disapproval against his lips, however, this only caused him to smile.

Jungkook slowed his movements and instead began to part his fingers sideways, stretching your entrance to prep you for what was to come. You moaned against his lips, bucking your hips and tugging on your webbed restraints. 

After what felt like seconds (though it was minutes), Jungkook moved away completely from you. You laid there panting with your legs spread as you watched your fully clothed boyfriend stare down at you. He gave you a gentle smile before removing his clothing. Your eyes traveled down as he abandoned his clothes on your floor. Your mouth began to water at the sight of his firm naked body. While becoming Spider-Man gave him superhuman strength and quick reflexes, it also caused his body to become even more muscular than before. It was the perfect combination of firmness and softness. 

You greedily drank in every inch of his exposed skin. Although this wasn’t your first time seeing him naked, it still amazed you. He always amazed you.

Your walls clenched around the air in anticipation as he stroked his cock a few times.

“Do you want me?” He asked and tilted his head to the side as he kept his gaze on your face. Your eyes snapped up to his as he spoke.

“Is that a trick question?” You asked, a small scoff escaping your lips. Of course you wanted him. Jungkook narrowed his eyes as you scoffed and moved closer to you.

“Answer me,” he said, lowering himself slightly to align himself at your entrance. Your mind momentarily went blank as you felt his tip press against your hole. When you didn’t respond quick enough, Jungkook slowly ran the tip between your folds, coating his hardened member with your arousal.

“Yes,” you rasped. “Yes, I want you, Jungkook.”

“What exactly do you want?” You forced yourself to not roll your eyes. Hasn’t he tortured you enough? He chuckled when he saw the twitch in your eyes, pressing the tip harder against you.

“Tell me, baby,” he murmured, rubbing your clit with his tender fingers. Your eyes closed briefly at the pleasurable sensation.

“I want your cock,” you caved and moved your hips for more friction.

“Is that all?” He pressed, enjoying the way your body trembled with need. He loved watching the way your body reacted to his touch—as if it needed him in order to live. 

“Please just fuck me already,” you huffed. While you enjoy foreplay, you’ve had enough of it today. You just needed him inside you, stretching you and rubbing against your walls. Jungkook chuckled, pressing the tip against your entrance and slowly sliding in. 

You sighed in pleasure as you relaxed your body and allowed him to penetrate you deeper. Jungkook let out a shaky breath and gave your hips a squeeze.

“You feel so good around me,” he sighed, watching as his cock disappeared inside you until his hips met yours. He didn’t wait for you to adjust before he pulled back and pushed back in. His movements were slower than usual, taking his time to roll his body against yours. You could feel every inch of his thick cock as he stretched your walls deliciously. However, your body was growing needier. You began pushing your hips in time with his, hinting at your desires. 

Jungkook must’ve understood and leaned back on his heels. He reached under your knees, propping them up before moving so he was resting his thighs under yours. His grip on your hips tightened before he started snapping your hips to his. His pace increased steadily as he slammed you onto his dick. Your hips were beginning to sting at the strong grip he had but you didn’t care. Your focus was on the way his cock filled your tight core. 

Moaning out his name, you arched your back off the mattress and tugged on the webbed restraints. Jungkook’s gaze shifted from your pussy to your breasts. He moaned quietly as he watched them bounce each time he brought your hips down. He quickened his speed, watching in fascination as your breasts moved with his rhythm. You couldn’t stop the string of moans that fell from your lips at Jungkook’s swift speed. 

He slowed abruptly and pushed you against him roughly. You whined as his cock rammed inside you completely, stilling himself in your warmth.

“Do you want to try something?” Jungkook asked, breathing ragged as he kept his length buried inside you. You were in such a daze it took you a second to register what he asked.

“W-what is it?” You wondered, squeezing your walls around him with need. He bit his lip when you did so.

“Do you trust me?” He responded, ignoring your question. 

“Yes,” you nodded without hesitation. He hid his smile at your quick response. He didn’t spend too much time thinking about what that meant to him—he’d do it later—and slightly extended his arm. Your eyes widened when two webs shot out, one connecting to each nipple. 

“Jungkook, what the fu-ccck,” you gasped. You were getting tired of him interrupting your sentences. Though your irritation quickly dissolved when Jungkook gently tugged on the two strings in his hand, pulling on your nipples. He watched your face closely as he did so, unsure of how you would like this. Your gaze became hazy at the sensation. It was slightly painful, uncomfortable even, but that feeling was soon replaced with pleasure. You moaned, hands curling into fists as your eyes rolled back slightly. Jungkook smirked at your reaction and tugged a little harder. 

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” you whimpered, arching your back in response to his actions.

“Just let me know if it’s too painful,” he murmured as he shifted into a position that would allow him to have a sturdier position. You cried out as Jungkook began moving his hips, sliding roughly into you while pulling on the strings. Your body felt as if it were on fire. You couldn’t think of a coherent sentence let alone form a sensible one. You were in your headspace of euphoria and the feeling in your tummy was growing with each thrust and tug of the string.

A loud hiss erupted from your throat as Jungkook pulled harder, eyes darkening as he watched the way your breasts were forming peaks when he pulled on the strings. After a few seconds, he relaxed his hold and moved his other hand to circle your swollen clit. 

“Jungkook,” you rasped when you felt yourself near the edge. Your walls clenched around his long length, which caused his thrusts to falter in their actions.

“Wanna come,” you mewled as he continued to ram into you. Jungkook smirked at your response and snapped his hips against yours with more force, yearning a yelp from you.

“I didn’t even have to ask this time,” he chuckled and pulled on the string connected to your nipples again. “Are you finally learning or are you just that fucked out?”

You were sure there was a witty response on the tip of your tongue, but honestly, he wasn’t wrong about the latter. Your thoughts were filled with Jungkook and Jungkook only.

“P-please,” you stuttered and started moving your hips with his.

“Tell me what I’m doing to you first, jagi,” he panted out and began increasing his speed. His hair was slick with sweat, golden skin shining as a few beads of sweat rolled down his muscular torso. How were you supposed to respond when he did things like that?

“‘Mm feel so big inside me,” you murmured. “‘Fucking me so good, Koo… Str-stretching me,” you replied. You weren’t even sure what you had just said but you just wanted to reach your release.

“Yeah?” He hummed. “Let me hear just how good my cock feels sliding inside your tight pussy.”

If it weren’t for your incoherent thoughts, you would be shocked by the way he spoke to you. Although this wasn’t your first time with Jungkook, you were still discovering new sides of him. However, you couldn’t lie that his words ignited more fire in your veins.

Jungkook shifted slightly then increased everything—his speed, his force, his tug. Albeit subtle, the shift had him rubbing against a spot inside you that made your vision blurry with white dots. The guttural moan that emitted from your throat was enough of a hint to Jungkook to keep hitting the same spot. 

It was more than enough to push you over the edge. Your body trembled under his as you came undone, throat growing sore from how loud you screamed his name. Your mantra was unwavering as you rode out your orgasm. 

Jungkook continued his rough ascent upon you, chasing his own release as he used your body for his pleasure. Your body was growing sensitive with each snap of his hips. Jungkook came with a deep moan and shoved his length as far as he could inside you. He leaned over your body, hands on either side of your head as he filled you with his load. Small breathless moans slipped past his parted lips; his nose was slightly scrunched as he came down his high. The lust-filled glaze in his eyes was ebbing away and was replaced with affection. You raised your face to him, connecting your lips in a lazy kiss. 

Jungkook hummed against your lips, letting the kiss linger for a few more seconds, then pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. He laid on top of you for a few more minutes, taking in the sensation of your body under his as he became flaccid within you. You whimpered when he sat up and slid out of your sensitive warmth. You watched his face as he stared down between your legs. You knew he was focused on the way his cum leaked out and pooled on the sheets. Your breath hitched when Jungkook slid his fingers between your messy folds before gathering some and gently pushing it inside. Your body jerked at the intrusion and you weakly used one of your legs to nudge him away. He smiled at your action, thinking it was cute, before sitting back a little. He raised his arm slightly and your eyes widened.

“Don’t web me there,” you gasped and closed your knees. Jungkook’s movement stopped, round eyes growing before he laughed. He continued raising his hand, bringing it to your lips.

“I wasn’t going to,” he said with amusement and pressed his cum-covered fingers against your mouth. You slowly took them in your mouth, humming quietly as his taste touched your tongue. “But now that you say that… Maybe next time.”

He slipped his fingers from you and began getting dressed. You tried to sit up, only to be reminded you couldn’t because of the tug of your wrists.

“Jungkook take these things off,” you grumbled as you tugged on your restraints. Jungkook raised a brow and looked up from buckling his belt. He quickly shook the hair from his eyes to get a better look at you. The corner of his lips twitched as he looked down at your naked form. His eyes leisurely roamed your exposed skin.

“Why would I do that?” He asked teasingly and bent down to gather his shirt in his hands. “You look pretty sexy right now.”

“Not cute, Jeon. You had your fun now take them off,” you said sternly with another tug for emphasis. 

“I would, but I can’t. They’ll dissolve in two hours,” he replied nonchalantly and shrugged on his shirt. To say your eyes widened was an understatement. They practically fell out of their sockets.

“Two hours?!” You exclaimed in disbelief as you glanced at your restraints then to your still-covered nipples. “You’re lying. Take them off now.”

Jungkook had turned to your mirror and was fixing his hair as you spoke. You knew he was doing that to be an ass. He didn’t care about styling his hair; he just wanted to ruffle your feathers. And boy were they ruffled. He craned his neck over his shoulder, giving you a sinister smirk.

“Are you hungry? I can bring back food. There’s this nice ramen place an hour away, which means I’ll be back in two—plenty of time to-”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You shrieked and pulled again even though you knew it was no use. If webbing enemies was effective, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out that easily.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he laughed and turned his body fully to you. “I’ll get us hamburgers instead.”

“You’re dead when I get out of these,” you growled, staring daggers at your devious boyfriend.

“Well now that you’ve threatened me, I definitely don’t want you to get out,” he joked, crossing his arms over his chest. You ignored the way his arms flexed and bulged at the simple action.

“Dead. Meat,” you emphasized and turned your face away from him. You were not staying like this for two hours. There had to be a way out.

“Should I call that Spider-Man guy to save me? He seems pretty reliable.” He raised a hand up, extending his pinkie and thumb to form a telephone. “Uhh hello, yes, Spider-Man? My girlfriend is threatening to kill me. Please come sav-”

“We’re never having sex again,” you huffed as you looked at him again. His doe eyes widened and he gasped dramatically. 

“Yn, don’t say such horrific things,” he replied in mock fear.

“Just get me out of here,” you whined, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout you hoped he couldn’t resist. It was a stupid method, but he was going to get you out somehow. Jungkook stared down at you in thought.

“What do I get out of it?” He teased as he moved closer to you. 

“I won’t kill you,” you replied. Jungkook cocked his head to the side.

“Can you throw in a kiss, too?” He asked.

“Fine, now get me out,” you hissed and wiggled your wrists. He smiled and quickly leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You whined against them, biting his bottom lip to get him to pull away.

“Now, Kookie,” you complained. 

“Such a minx,” he chuckled and nodded, no longer needing to tease you. “This won’t be easy. They’re designed to be very sturdy.”

You rolled your eyes and slumped further into the mattress. “Then why did you use them on me? Like this!” You squealed as you glanced down at your breasts. Jungkook placed a soothing hand on one of them and gave it a squeeze.

“I think it was worth it to hear you scream my name,” he smirked, giving you a teasing wink before getting to work on removing the webs.

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[hongcherry]

Swinging By a Fine Line || j.jk | masterpost

Spider-Man’s role was easy: save everyone, fight the criminals, don’t drop out of school, don’t expose his identity, and make time for his girlfriend. What was so difficult?

This is a collection of stories that involve the same characters/environment. You can read them as stand-alone or all together. However, I recommend reading them in the order they appear. I hope you all enjoy the ride... or the swing *wink*! Thank you for reading (even if it’s just one part ^-^). 

🕸️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f) [note: reader is short and has medium-long hair; she/her pronouns]

🕸️ Last updated: November 27, 2023 (ongoing)

🕸️ Credits: All banners and story dividers are made by me, unless stated otherwise. Please ask to use.

🕸️ DISCLAIMER: This is all fictional. Characters do NOT reflect their real-life personalities, actions, beliefs, behaviors, etc. Character’s actions are for the plot. I truly love all seven. If I write a member in a “negative light” it’s NOT because I don’t like them. Again, it’s solely for the plot. Please keep this in mind. 

f = fluff | s =  smut | ac = action | ag = angst | c = crack/humor | hc = hurt/comfort

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✨ swinging through the city with a little funk and s(e)oul✨ 

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List order: Oldest  -> Newest

🕷️ Tangled Thoughts (ac / ag) | 10.5k ↳ It wasn’t easy to leave your boyfriend of two years, but the constant lies made you question your relationship. You tried to move on, but you were somehow constantly tangled in his web. After being captured by an unknown, yet familiar, enemy, Jungkook wondered if he was doing the right thing by keeping his secret identity from you. Was it too late to come clean?

🕷️ To Have Known You (hc/f) | 1.6k ↳ You weren’t entirely surprised when Seoul’s masked-hero showed up at your window in the middle of the night–wounded and in need of some TLC. 

🕷️ And if I did? (s/c) | 4.6k ↳ What’s a better way to celebrate moving into your new university dorm than spending it with your boyfriend, who happens to have some tricks up his sleeves...? 

🕷️ Warning Signs (ac/ag/f) | 46.5k (7-part series)  ↳ Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this “new you” is alone. 

🕷️ Sticky Fingers (f/c) | 1.3k ↳ Jungkook believes participating in the egg hunt on campus gives him the excuse for cracking his Easter jokes.

🕸️ webisode: one (f/ag) | 756w ↳ The famous Spider-Man kiss transpires.

🕷️ Priority (ag/ac) | 3.0k ↳ Jungkook's too addicted to the chase.

🕷️ Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble (s) | 8.9k ↳ It was no surprise to see multiple people dressed up as Spider-Man at the party. You were no exception. The difference was your costume was only meant for Jungkook’s eyes.

🕷️ everywhere you go (f) | 1k Celebration Post! 🎉 (sm au) ↳ Jungkook takes a vacation trip to New York.

🕷️ In Your Web (f/s) | 10k ↳ Jungkook’s nightly patrol should be focused on catching criminals. Instead, he’s too occupied with his girlfriend and his webs. 

🕸 webisode: two (f) | 1k ↳ Jungkook speaks to you for the first time, and the outcome shocks him.

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[hongcherry]

Tangled Thoughts || jjk

“It wasn’t easy to leave your boyfriend of two years, but the constant lies made you question your relationship. You tried to move on, but you were somehow constantly tangled in his web. After being captured by an unknown, yet familiar, enemy, Jungkook wondered if he was doing the right thing by keeping his secret identity from you. Was it too late to come clean?”

🕷️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x exGirlfriend!Reader(f)

🕷️ Genre: exes to lovers, marvel au, crime~, angst, action/adventure

🕷️  Warnings: shooty bang-bangs (guns), slicing and dicing (knives), blood, hint of sexy time at the end, cursing, people get boo-boos (injuries), kidnapping, explosions, pow-pows (fighting)

🕷️ Word count: 10.5k

🕷️ Author’s note: I wrote this last night after spending all day reading every Spider-Kook fic I could get my hands on. I was not planning on creating this haha but… I love Jungkook. I love Spider-Man. It’s only right for me to contribute to the Jungkook spider-verse. I’ve never written a Spider-Man fic, so hopefully, it flows alright! 

Disclaimer: NOT ALL CHARACTERS ARE REPRESENTED AS HOW I SEE THEM OR REFLECT THEIR REAL-LIFE ACTIONS OR PERSONALITIES. THIS IS FICTIONAL. 

(Update Jan. 17, 2021: I have redacted Hobi as Ironman. He will not be in this story because I have other plans for our sunshine in future chapters. No, I am not anti-Hobi. Please don’t even go there. This is just what happens when you write a story spontaneously without planning out the storyline. Hoseok will appear in an upcoming chapter.)

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The air in the room felt thick. Your body was jittery and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dancing around the room. Anything was better than looking at him.

Jungkook, your latest ex-boyfriend of two years, sat in your desk chair across from you. While you could tell he was timid, he was less so than you. You weren’t sure why you even agreed to meet with him. It’s been a little over a week since you last saw him. You hated the way your heart still ached at the sight of him—hated the way your body yearned for his gentle touch on your skin. You hated that you wanted him back as soon as he came to you again. You hated how weak you were for him.

“I- I wanted to apologize,” he spoke after what felt like hours, though it was only a minute of silence in reality. You kept your gaze averted, inwardly rolling your eyes. Wanted to apologize for the hundredth time and not mean it. When you didn’t reply, he continued. “I know I have already, but… Argh,” he huffed, annoyed at his own lack of words.

“Why are you really here, Jungkook?” For the first time since he arrived, you looked at him straight in the eyes. His round, dark brown globes were filled with anxiety and hopelessness. The pain in your chest from seeing such a sorrowful expression made you want to wrap him in your arms and tell him everything would be okay. 

But it wouldn’t be.

“I promise to spend more time with you. I wasn’t seeing anyone—I swear! Please, Yn, I tried to give you the space you asked for, but I- I need you,” he said, his voice slowing and speeding up at random times. Shaking your head, you looked at your closed window in your room. The curtains were slightly pulled back to reveal the cotton candy sky. The juxtaposition of the colorful sky and your gloomy room was humorous to you.

“Promises are meant to be kept,” you countered. “You promised before you would stop running off randomly, or ditching me in the middle of dates—hell, you promised to even show up on our dates. You didn’t keep those promises, Jungkook, so what makes you think I’ll believe this one?” You huffed, your low voice raising with irritation as you continued. You were tired of his lame excuses as to why he had to leave abruptly or why he couldn’t make it to your dates when it was supposed to start 30 minutes ago. Jungkook never seemed like the type to cheat, so the thought never crossed your mind until the end. You tried to reason and believe his poor excuses, but nothing seemed acceptable after deep contemplation. It didn’t help that he couldn’t give you a reasonable explanation as to why he was lying to you about his whereabouts whenever you confronted him. He knew you knew he was lying, yet he continued to do it. Straight to your face. You spent three months playing this ridiculous game. You were just so desperate for everything to get better. Two years with the same person, seeing them every day, was difficult to let go. It was obvious that you loved Jungkook. At one point, you thought he loved you, too.

“I know, I know, but I truly promise this time. I’ll be there for you more. I’ll be here,” he pleaded. His voice was grave and sincere. You pulled on your bottom lip with your lower teeth. God, you wanted to believe him. You wanted to go back to normal. The last months, especially the last week, have been nothing but misery. Deciding to leave Jungkook had to be the most difficult decision in your life so far. You debated it so many times in your head. All the pros and all the cons. Your eyes wandered his face, being reminded of how soft his skin was when you held his face in your hands when you used to kiss. How his hair easily slipped through your fingers when you played with it while he laid in your lap.

“Give me one more chance, Yn,” Jungkook said and slowly stood from the chair. Your room wasn’t that big, so it only took him two paces to come to stand before you. He knelt down on your floor, hesitantly taking your hands in his as he stared up at you. His big doe eyes were glued to yours; his soft lips begging to be kissed. 

“O-okay,” you sighed. It wasn’t even a second later that his eyes lit up at your reply. Although he wanted you to agree, he wasn’t expecting you to. He quickly leaned in to give you a kiss but was interrupted by his phone going off. His movement came to a halt, lips grazing yours and eyes widening at the sound. He gave you an apologetic look as he pulled away and read his message. 

Your hands suddenly felt cold from his absence. 

It was subtle, but you noticed the panic in his brown eyes. Of course. You knew the moment his phone rang that this would happen. You watched as he contemplated his next move, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek in thought. You weren’t aware you were holding your breath until he stood to his fullest height.

“I-I’m so-”

A scoff erupted from your throat involuntarily.

“Breaking that promise already, Jeon?” You questioned teasingly, but there was no humor in it. He swallowed harshly, his face contorting in a grimace at your words. Usually, you would feel bad, but the anger forming in your chest overpowered any other emotions coursing through your veins.

“Yn-”

“Forget this whole conversation. Forget about us. I don’t want to see your face right now,” you broke him off as your eyes moved off him. He stepped closer to you. He wanted to ignore his message. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and pull your body to his. But he couldn’t ignore there were people in danger. 

“What about tomorrow? We can tal-”

“I don’t want to see your face ever,” you hissed and narrowed your eyes at him. His breath caught in his throat and he found it hard to breathe. Surely, you weren’t serious.

“Get out of my home,” you spat. When he didn’t move you softened your voice, “Please.” It pained you to see his face like this and knowing you caused it. You were hoping he would just leave before he could see the tears fall. Better yet, you hoped he would say fuck it and stay.

“Yn-” he tried again but you had had enough. Your chest felt as if it were burning with rage and sorrow. You quickly stood up and pushed against his torso roughly to show you meant it. Despite using a lot of your strength, he barely budged. However, he took the (not so) hint and left without a word with his eyes cast downward.

Another thing you hated about yourself when it came to Jeon Jungkook was how easily you were ready to crawl back into his web of lies.

It’s not like you didn’t like dressing up. You didn’t do it a lot, but the rare times you did, you couldn’t help but enjoy it. You liked feeling pretty—as stupid as that sounds. Perhaps you liked dressing up because Jungkook was never able to take his eyes off you. It wasn’t that he didn’t think you were pretty on a daily, but he wanted you to know he appreciated the little extra work you put into your appearance for him.

This time, however, you didn’t feel that same delight. You smoothed down your short, flowy dress in the mirror. You had exactly three minutes until your date was supposed to be here. It had been five weeks since you last spoke to Jungkook. Unfortunately, you couldn’t completely avoid him; he was in some of your classes. Now, five weeks may seem extremely short after a two-year relationship, but your friends told you it was good to get Jungkook off your mind. You felt slightly bad you were using your date as a mental get-a-way, but you hoped he didn’t mind. 

“Yn,” you heard your father call out. “Someone’s here for you.” Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your purse and exited your room. 

Kim Seokjin was indeed handsome. You had known him longer than you knew Jungkook, but you two never really took your relationship any further other than being high school acquaintances. You offered him a small smile as you saw him standing in your doorway, a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He had his hair slicked from his face, exposing his forehead, and a dark suit on. After hearing the take-care-of-her-and-be-home-before-11 speech, you and Seokjin left for the restaurant reservation he made.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look tonight?” Seokjin said once the waiter left with your order. Your cheeks reddened and you shyly ducked your chin down. He chuckled at your reaction. While the compliment was nice, you couldn’t ignore the feeling—or lack of—when you received it. It wasn’t the same as when Jun- No. No, we’re not thinking about him tonight.

“This would be your fifth time,” you replied with a soft laugh, your smile not meeting your eyes. “You look very handsome.” It was Seokjin’s turn to turn away briefly as the top of his ears reddened. Cute.

It was a gloomy day in Seoul. The sun was being covered by its rival—clouds taking over the sky. As the night approached, the temperature outside dropped. Jungkook was walking with his hood up and his hands stuffed in his sweats as he moved along the sidewalk. Despite the chilly weather, there were many people walking in and out of the nearby stores. He didn’t know exactly why he rose his head at that exact moment, but he did. 

And he faltered in his steps.

The clutch in his chest was undeniably painful. The smile on your lips as you leaned closer to Seokjin was clear in Jungkook’s view. He quickly took in both of your attires and knew what was happening. 

A date. 

You were on a date with Kim Seokjin. Jungkook didn’t know much about Seokjin besides his father was wealthy and he used to be friends with Namjoon. He still wasn’t exactly sure what happened between the two. 

A wave of anger washed over him, but it was soon replaced with grief. Had you really moved on so quickly? Did you not care for him as much as you said? As much as he thought you did?

His gaze roamed your body. He would never not admire the way your hair cascades down your back, the small sparkle in your eyes when you were focused on someone speaking, or how you would cover your mouth when you laughed. Your beauty was a sight for sore eyes for Jungkook. As if he was in a trance, his fingers began to twitch at the loss feeling of your body against him. 

His thought was soon interrupted by a loud explosion. Glass was scattered along the sidewalk and debris fell from the sky. The ground underneath shook violently and people quickly began running in every direction. The tingling sensation in the back of his neck tickled and he quickly rolled to the left, avoiding a piece of concrete that fell from the building seconds later. His heart raced with the chaos and he quickly peered into the restaurant. You were covering your head with your arms while Seokjin was quick to move over you. Without a second thought, Jungkook ran to the nearest alley. After triple-checking no one was in sight, he tore off his sweats and hoodie before slipping on his famous red and blue mask.

His right arm extended and released a web string, quickly grabbing on it and swinging himself around the alley and into the collapsing restaurant. He assessed the building quickly and calculated the estimated amount of time he had to save everyone inside. People were already scurrying to exit and the table you were at was empty. Where were you?

He quickly shot out small amounts of webs at the building’s weak points, hoping to adhere to the structure long enough to find you and save everyone inside. He’d worry about the cause of the explosion later.

“Yn!” A male voice shouted over the screams. Jungkook quickly whipped around at Seokjin’s voice. He stood in the sea of terrified customers, eyes trying to find his date. Jungkook could see the distress in his eyes. Jungkook swung himself onto a stable pillar to get a higher viewpoint. It took him longer than he wanted, but he quickly found you being pushed and shoved around by the frantic people trying to exit the building. Before he could move toward you, he slipped as the pillar he once was on began crumping.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jungkook hissed and quickly leaped off, shooting small webs to stabilize the pillar and grabbing the falling debris so it wouldn’t fall on anyone. When his gaze went back to where you once were, you had disappeared. He swung near your last location and widened his eyes at the sight of your curled-up body. You must have gotten pushed down by the crowd.

“I know I’m supposed to be saving these people, but fucking hell. Dumbasses,” Jungkook spoke to himself silently as he quickly leaped down. Shrieks were erupted by the sudden appearance of Spider-Man. People were in too much of a rush to stop and gape at the well-known hero.

Jungkook placed his arms out and forced people to step around you rather than kick or walk over you—literately. He could see people’s shoeprints on your dress and on your exposed thighs. Your skin was red from the abuse. When enough people were getting the hint to move around you, Jungkook quickly knelt down and gathered you in his arms. 

You whimpered at the movement. Although you hadn’t been passed out, your body felt weak as if it were going to. You ached all over and you just wanted to be in your bed. You weren’t sure what was happening but you quickly clung to whoever had helped you off the floor. It wasn’t that you didn’t try to get up, but there were too many people rushing to leave. Every time you had gotten on your hands and knees to stand, someone would either trip over you or step on your hands, forcing you back onto the cold tile. 

“Hang in there,” a deep voice said next to your ear. If you weren’t so weak you would say it sounded oddly familiar. It was deep like your friend Taehyung’s, but also not quite his. There was an underlying tone that ticked something off in your head. However, you dismissed it by thinking you were kicked in the head too many times.

You used all your strength, which was very little, to wrap your arms around the stranger’s neck. You felt his arm tighten around your waist before you were both hoisted in the air. A small gasp left your mouth at the sudden movement. Who was this? You quickly peered at the man’s face and took in the red mask with eye-shaped white areas. You were in Spider-Man’s arms?!

If it weren’t for the fact you were high in the air, you would totally be freaking out right now. You weren’t overly obsessed with the masked hero, but you were curious about who it was saving people around the clock. You were impressed and wouldn’t lie to say you wished to meet him once in your life. Wish granted, however, you had wanted it to do so in a less dangerous scenario. 

Spider-Man quickly swung around the collapsing building until you both were met with the chilly Seoul weather. He quickly sat you down far enough from the scene, but close enough for him to retreat back quickly. Your eyes were wide as you tried to catch your breath. You were popping yourself up on your arms but knew that wasn’t going to last long. Your arms trembled at supporting your weight.

“Are you okay, Y- ma’am?” The masked man asked hurriedly. You nodded. He stayed squatted in front of you, examining your face for any signs of further pain. Did he do this to everyone he saved? Just stare at them? He knew you must be hurting but the adrenaline was masking it. He just wanted to make sure you be okay for now. 

“Oh thank goodness. Yn!” Seokjin came running from the restaurant and quickly took off his jacket to cover your shoulders. Before you could thank Spider-Man, he was already swinging his way back into the building. You watched silently in awe as he kept the building stable until the remaining people left the restaurant. Although you could hear Seokjin talking to you, his words weren’t registering. You were too focused on the man who saved you. After a quick double-check for any customers who needed help or were passed out, Spider-Man left the stumbling building into the night.

Jungkook sat silently outside your bedroom window. Your curtains were pulled back which allowed him to see you fully. You laid in your bed fast asleep. He heard that you were cleared from the hospital after learning you weren't concussed or badly injured. A few bruises would form but overall you would be okay. He was grateful to be able to simply watch as your chest rose and fell, noting you were alive. 

He stared down at his gloved hands and wondered if keeping this a secret was truly the best for you. His mentor, Tony, told him it was safer to not expose his identity to anyone, but the more you drifted away from him, the more he doubted it. While he knew he couldn’t leave his double life (he wanted to be able to help those in need and if he was capable, then he should), he also knew he couldn’t live without you. 

His fingers rolled inward until they formed a fist. He didn’t know what to do. He needed to protect you, but he couldn’t lose you. Movement in the corner of his eyes tore him away from his hands. You were stirring in your sleep and soon opening your eyes with a gasp. Thanks to his increased speed and quick reflexes, he flattened himself against your wall and out of your view. However, you had caught sight of the red and blue outside your window.

Steadily, you climbed out of bed, wincing at the soreness in your legs. Your pace was slower as you limped. You unlocked your window and slid it up with weak arms. You peeked your head of your window and looked both ways in hopes to find who you thought may be Spider-Man outside your room. You hadn’t thanked him and wished you had the opportunity to. Though you were only met with a chilly breeze. You sighed as you tucked your head back in, closed and locked your window, and pulled your curtain over it. You stayed with your hands resting against the window sill as a million thoughts raced in your mind. You weren’t able to interact with Spider-Man for long, but something about him kept you thinking back to him. You went back to sleep wishing you could thank him in person soon.

Although your date with Seokjin was a fail, he offered to make it up to you. However, you kindly declined. You enjoyed the short time you two spent together, but you knew it did nothing to “cure” you of Jungkook. You didn’t want to lead Jin on for your selfish mental escape. It wasn’t fair for him. Though you didn’t tell him all this. You had simply said you didn’t think it was a good idea, but maybe another time. Luckily, he took no offense and told you he was here for you no matter what. You were grateful to have him in your life, even if you two barely spoke to each other until a few days before your date.

You examined your exposed legs in your mirror as you began getting ready for school. Your bruises were almost completely healed but your legs still ached. Wincing, you pulled up your jeans and slipped on your shoes. It was Friday and you planned to hang out at an arcade near the school with some friends. You ignored the memories of the late nights you and Jungkook visited at the same arcade, stealing kisses here and there as you both went around to play any game that interested the both of you.

“Hey, don’t hate me, but Jungkook will be coming with us today,” Jimin, one of your best friends, told you during the last period. You looked at him in disbelief and covered your face with your hands.

“You said you would make sure he wasn’t coming,” you huffed. Jimin frowned at your response and gave you a reassuring back rub.

“I tried, but Tae and Namjoon insisted. We can just hang out together without them?” He offered with a small smile. You could tell he was trying to make it up to you, but it wasn’t working. You hadn’t been close to Jungkook since you kicked him out of your home. Seeing him wasn’t the problem. The problem was you were scared you would succumb to him.

“I-I’ll be fine. Maybe I shouldn’t go,” you said. “That would be the easiest solution.” Jimin quickly shook his head in protest.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you, okay?” He lowered his voice when the teacher eyed you both. You were both supposed to be discussing the latest equations, not your weekend plans. Instead of arguing, you just nodded and glanced at the clock. The arcade trip was becoming less enjoyable by the second.

“That’s cheating!” Namjoon called out to Taehyung who had just plucked a strand of tickets from underneath a game machine. Taehyung smirked as he waved the tickets mockingly in Joon’s face.

“Hey, you didn’t say how to get the tickets. The bet is still on. I’m going to get more tickets than you,” Taehyung replied and quickly ran off to check underneath the rest of the machines. Joon growled under his breath before following Taehyung, trying to find any abandoned tickets on the floor or in a machine.

You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering to Jungkook in the corner. His back was toward you and he was in a conversation with his best friend, Yoongi. They were too far to hear what they were discussing, but it seemed serious.

“Yn,” Jimin’s soft voice reeled you back to him. “How about we go play that whack-a-mole game? We can pretend it Kook’s face.”

You snorted at his suggestion but followed him to the machine. You offered he go first as you stood next to it. You had to admit, Jimin was good at getting your mind off of things. Soon, you were giggling at his ridiculous, dramatic movements. There was no reason for him to hit those poor moles so roughly while making cute grunting noises. You didn’t even realize the pair of eyes on you as you watched Jimin with a smile on your face.

Jungkook leaned against the wall as he watched you walk to a game machine. Well, it was more like a limp. He tried to hid his frown at that. You had been limping for a few days after the incident. It was to be expected from the harsh bruises that were on your skin, but it still made him wish he could’ve done something sooner to prevent you from any pain. 

“I think you should tell her,” Yoongi commented as he noticed the way Jungkook followed your every move. Yoongi was the only person to know Jungkook’s true identity. Although Yoongi was reserved, he was quite the observer. He was quick to call out Jungkook’s secret life. Jungkook was nervous that Yoongi knew, but there was nothing he could do about it. Yoongi could tell when Jungkook was lying to him. Call it a sixth sense for being friends for years. It was useless to keep denying the truth when he knew Yoongi had discovered his secret life. Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he thought about it.

“I don’t know,” he sighed out as he watched you laugh at Jimin’s excessive smacks to the machine moles. “Mr. Stark said it would put her in more danger if I did. I can’t have that happen. I can’t be the cause for that.”

“So you’re willing to just let her go then? You know that’s what’s happening. Every day that goes by, you lose a bit of her,” Yoongi replied. He was never the one to beat around the bush. Jungkook was grateful for that—most of the time. Jungkook sighed in defeat and confusion.

“Mr. Stark is going to kill me,” he mumbled under his breath. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“He’s publicly known as Iron Man and he has enemies. He sounds like a hypocrite,” Yoongi replied. 

“He’s been doing this longer than me; I’m sure he has points I’m not understanding,” Jungkook tried to reason. While he understood Yoongi, he was nervous to risk Tony’s advice in case it bit him in the ass later. Tony’s I-told-you-so speeches aren’t so fun to listen to.

“All I’m saying is-” A beeping interrupted Yoongi and Jungkook knew exactly what that meant. Yoongi nodded his head, letting Jungkook know he’d cover for his friend. Jungkook quickly glanced at you and to his surprise, you were staring back. He gave you a nervous (yet apologetic) smile before he silently left the room. The small smile that was forming on your lips unwillingly quickly disappeared when you realized he was leaving for an unknown reason again. Things never change apparently. 

You tried to ignore what had just happened and go back to whacking moles with Jimin; however, something felt odd. You brushed it off thinking it was just you wondering about Jungkook. Yoongi came to your side a minute later, giving you a small greeting before he watched with amusement at you hitting the moles randomly popping up. You wanted to ask about Jungkook but didn’t want to seem interested in him still. You needed to move on.

“Why are you laughing at me, Yoongi?” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. Yoongi shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips.

“No reason, just thinking about how I could beat both of your scores,” he replied. Jimin and you scoffed.

“Stop talking out of your ass, Min,” Jimin retorted teasingly to which Yoongi chuckled and reached out an arm for the mallet. You handed it to him and stood next to Jimin in anticipation. As soon as Yoongi slammed the hammer down on one of the moles, a loud ringing emitted through the arcade—silencing the entire building eerily. Your heart raced with fear before you saw them.

At least a dozen men dressed in all black stormed through different doors, assault rifles in each of their hands. Before you could register what was happening, Jimin shoved you behind his lean body. Yoongi had pulled out his phone and was typing something rapidly. Shouldn’t he be calling 911 and not texting someone?

“Don’t move,” Jimin whispered to you, head never moving to look at you. He had his eyes glued to the men surrounding the exits. You nodded against his back, hands clutching his shirt tightly. You hopped Taehyung and Joon were somewhere safe.

“... Must still be here… Didn’t…See… Leave,” you heard pieces of what a man said over the sudden shrieks and cries from the other arcade attendees. You glanced at Yoongi who was still typing on his phone, albeit discretely this time. You jumped when one of the men fired shots in the air, piercing through the ceiling. The room quickly grew silent again.

“Now that I have your attention, this can all go easily as long as you all corporate,” the man in the center spoke loudly and scanned the crowd. A couple of men entered the same room with other arcade customers. They must be rounding up all the customers for easy picking. In the crowd, you spotted Taehyung and Namjoon. 

“All we want you to do is kneel with your hands behind your head and not move,” the man continued. “Doesn’t that sound simple?” He asked with feigned happiness. You watched as a couple of terrified customers nodded, easily complying with whatever the men wanted.

“Perfect,” the man grinned sinisterly. He motioned with his rifle to his accomplices as he spoke his next words. “Men on this side and women on that side.” Fear struck you again when you realized you would have to be separated from your friends. You instantly clutched harder onto Jimin. You followed Jimin carefully as he slowly moved to the men side, hoping to not be caught. Seven steps in and you both were stopped by one of the men. 

“Not to be sexist, but I’m pretty sure that’s a lady behind you,” the man said when he noticed the length of your hair. He began to reach behind Jimin to get to you. However, Jimin was not having that. He quickly grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted, earning a yelp from the man. While Jimin was smaller in comparison, you knew he had skills in multiple aspects of martial arts. Jimin tried to knock the guy off his feet but he was outnumbered. Another man approached and Jimin struggled to fight both of them. Just as you were about to pounce on one of them, one of the men quickly smacked Jimin’s head with the butt of his rifle. You shrieked when Jimin fell to the floor with a grunt. You instantly knelt down to check on your friend but you were lifted up by your arms harshly.

“Do I need to teach you a lesson, too?” The man who hit Jimin grumbled and tossed you to the women’s side. You skidded on your hands and knees with a whimper. If it weren’t for wearing jeans, you were sure you would have had a carpet burn, similar to the ones forming on your palms. You tried to turn back to Jimin but were again pushed back down and shoved by a boot toward the other women. After another shove, you obliged and knelt down in the line, raising your arms behind your neck. You slowly peeked at the other side, inwardly sighing with relief when you noticed Jimin was knelt down, still alive and breathing heavily. You prayed he didn’t get a serious head injury from the asshole.

“Now that that’s over, let’s begin,” the main man spoke again. You weren’t sure what he meant by that and felt your body tense when a few men began approaching the women’s line, paper in hand. 

Odd. They weren’t going to the men’s line, but simply standing guard. 

You watched in your peripheral as the men lifted each women’s head up, roughly should you add, and lifted the paper to their face. When a man was unsatisfied, they would release the women’s head and move to the next—repeating the process.

They were looking for someone.

Your heart continued to race as they neared you. You tried to think of who they would be looking for in an arcade of all places. You didn’t recognize any of their faces and you don’t recall any gang making appearances in the news. Who were these people?

You tried to suppress your flinch as you felt a hand harshly gather a section of your hair. The man tugged backward, forcing your face to raise to his as he brought the picture next to your face. His eyes slowly widened as he glanced back and forth from your face to the picture in his hand. You wanted to spit in his face at the smirk he gave you.

“Bingo, fella’s,” he announced and pulled you up by your hair. A whimper left your mouth as he did so, hands quickly flying up to his own. All the men turned to you and watched as he raised the picture up again.

“Excellent,” the main leader said with a smile on his face. “Let’s go.”

Panic settled into your chest within seconds and you were quick to try to get out of his grasp. You didn’t want to go with them anywhere. If you were to die, at least you wanted to die where someone could find you. And of course, you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You didn’t have much experience in that area, but when adrenaline hit, you were fighting as if you were a pro. Okay, so not really. But you knew men’s weak point was between their legs.

You gripped the man’s wrist tightly, using him as balance as you rose a shoe-covered foot straight to his groin. You dug your nails into his skin at the same time, hoping it would add to the pain and he would let go. Thankfully, it worked and you quickly fell to the floor as the man yelped in pain and released his hold. You heard the sounds of people rebelling but you weren’t able to see who they were. 

You dodged another man’s punched and used your momentum to kick the guy in the back of the knee. You needed to get them on your level. Perhaps a gun, too. The man grunted as he fell to one knee. As you were going into your second attack, two men grabbed each of your arms and pulled you up. You kicked at them but to no use. From this angle, you were able to see who had attacked the other men. Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung , Joon, and two other strangers had tried to also take down the goons. However, like you, they were outnumbered. 

A shot rang out in the midst of the fight and you held your breath to see who was shot. Your heart dropped when you saw Taehyung fall to the ground, clutching his leg as blood began to paint his jeans. Screams roared throughout the entire room out of fear at the gunshot. However, Taehyung’s cry could be heard over them all to you. This fueled your fury. You yanked, kicked, and screamed at them to let you go. Of course, it still didn’t help. Their grip on your arms tightened.

“Next one goes to the head,” one of the men yelled at the rebellious men. They all stopped in their tracks. They knew they were outnumbered and out-armed. Your eyes flew to Taehyung as he laid there, hissing out breaths as he tried to stop the bleeding. You were thankful he was only injured in the leg and hoped someone would come to help before he could bleed out.

“Now, let’s go before the spider comes,” the leader huffed and began to walk away. No, no, no.

“Let me go!” You growled and thrashed in the men’s hold.

“Do you ever just shut up?” One of them gruffed. Before you could reply, a wet cloth was shoved onto your mouth and nose. It wasn’t long before your vision blurred and your body grew weak. The last thing you could feel was your body being slammed inside a vehicle.

“You’re much prettier when you’re quiet,” a voice said with a dark chuckle. Your vision was still hazy as you woke. Your throat felt dry and you knew new bruises were already forming on your body. Your head moved slowly, feeling groggy from the chloroform. You went to wipe the drool from your mouth but only were able to tug your arm a few millimeters. 

“Sorry, gorgeous, had to tie you up in case you tried something.” Why did that voice sound familiar?

You blinked several times to try to regain your vision quickly, but it only made you dizzy. 

“Wh-” you tried to speak but was quickly stopped when your throat tightened. You felt your head being tipped back as a cool liquid coated your throat. Water. You drank it quickly.

“All better?” The voice asked and you nodded weakly. You hung your head, eyes closed, as you tried to regain some senses. A few minutes ticked by before you felt your body recovering. Your eyes and mind became clearer and you swiftly took in your surroundings.

You were tied to a chair near the back of a room. It was bright. The room was filled with more light than you had thought. The floor was smooth—shiny even. The scent of cleaning supplies and a hint of… hay? filled your nose. You racked your brain to where you could be, but nothing came. Slowly, you lifted your head. There was no one in front of you. Whoever was here had left. You took the chance to scan the room more.

The room was bare except for a few binders on a shelf against the wall and a couch in the middle of the room. The walls were white and the floor a grey tile. You had never seen such a place. It was designed weirdly and seemed to not be used a lot. You glanced down and saw your feet were also tied to the chair’s legs. You then twisted your neck uncomfortably as you peered at your tied hands behind your back. You sighed as you tried to force your legs free with a strong kick. A sudden tsk’ing echoed in the room and your eyes snapped up. You’d recognize that stupidly handsome face anywhere.

“Hey,” he greeted casually and sat on the couch across from you. Your eyes narrowed at your former date.

“You have got to be shitting me,” you growled. 

Seokjin gave you a soft smile and shook his head. “That’s no way to greet a friend,” he said to which you rolled your eyes.

“A friend wouldn’t kidnap each other and hold them hostage,” you argued, voice hoarse as you pulled against the restraints for emphasis on the hostage part. His lips were quick to dip downwards.

“I wouldn’t have to if you would just behave,” he sighed. He lifted up a cold glass of water and raised his eyebrows at it. “Thirsty?”

Yes.

“No.” 

Seokjin smiled at your stubbornness and stood up. Despite your refusal, he gently poured the liquid down your throat again. You wanted nothing more than to spit it back out into his face, but you knew you needed it so you drank it quickly.

“Why am I here?” You asked when he sat back down again. You watched as he crossed a leg over the other and observed you silently for a moment.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I thought you were beautiful that night,” he commented, ignoring your question. You had no interest in hearing what he had to say, so you repeated your question. He frowned.

“Ever think that the world doesn’t revolve around you, Yn?” He questioned. You quirked an eyebrow up at him. If it didn’t involve me, why was I here? As if he could read your mind, he continued.

“You’re here for… guidance,” he answered. This made you even more confused.

“Guidance? For you? For what?” You scoffed and adjusted your whole body, trying to angle the rope on of the chair’s center pole. Thankfully, the chair had three poles in its design—all with sharp edges. You were never trained to escape from a criminal, but you had seen enough Supernatural episodes. This should work as long as I’m not caught, right? Slowly and as discreetly as you could, you began rubbing the rope you were tied with against the chair’s pole.

“Not for me,” he said with a chuckle. “For Spider-Man.”

You nearly choked at his words. You were sure your eyes were bugged out at this point. “Are you serious?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes and nodded. “Of course. Why would I lie?” You could tell by his smirk he meant to be sarcastic. If only he was close enough and your hands weren’t tied. Oh, the things you wanted to do to him. Like strangle him, for one. Spit in his face, for two.

“I’m not connected to Spider-Man,” you laughed dryly. 

Seokjin hummed. “I beg to differ. I don’t think you realize the way he looks at you, Yn,” he replied. You were genuinely confused and appalled by his accusations. You didn’t even speak to him when he saved you from the restaurant. He was just doing his job—saving people.

“I met him once, you know. And it was when we went to that restaurant,” you added with a snort. How ironic. 

“You’re not very observant,” he tsked and checked his watch as if he was bored and waiting for something or someone. The rope around your wrists didn’t seem to be looser and you were doubting your escape skills. Stupid Supernatural. False hope and whatnot. However, you kept going at it.

“What am I not observing?” You asked. Seokjin smiled at the question. His once handsome smile became vile to you. How could such a pretty face be so dangerous?

“He’s in love with you,” he laughed as if he were stating the obvious. “He has and probably will always be.”

Could he be more cryptic? You tiled your head in further confusion. “You’re still talking about Spider-Man, right? Did you not hear when I said I only met him once? He doesn’t know me.”

“No, I’m talking about Ronald McDonald,” he scoffed, making you tighten your hands in a fist. Smartass.

“What do you want with Spider-Man?” You asked then added, “Were you the cause of the explosion at the restaurant?”

He ignored your first question but hummed in reply to your second, smiling. “I’ve been told my acting skills are spectacular.” He fumbled with something inside his pocket, but you couldn’t see what it was. “I had to make sure you were his weakness. He’ll come for you.”

You stared at him as you tried to make sense of anything he was saying. This was ridiculous. Spider-Man saved anyone and everyone. You were nothing special to him. Why would you be his weakness? He’ll come simply because someone was in danger, not because it was you who was in danger.

“Are you jealous Spider-Man is in love with me?” You teased, giving him a false pout. Seokjin narrowed his eyes at you and removed the object from his pockets as he stalked over. You stilled your movements as you looked up at him.

“Like I said,” he said lower than before, which sent chills down your spine. He took the rope that was in his pockets and forced it between your lips, tying it around your head. “You’re prettier when you’re quiet.”

You weren’t sure how long it had been since Seokjin left. You eagerly tried to force the wrist rope to break, but for some reason, you weren’t getting it. You also tried to remove the rope in your mouth. You probably had made the world’s record for most double chins in the process, but you didn’t care. At this point, you thought about chewing your way through it.

Just as you were about to begin nibbling, a loud crash shook the building you were in. Your movements were more frantic this time—trying to break the rope around your wrists. You could slowly feel it break. 

You weren’t sure what was going on, but nothing good ever came from sudden loud noises. You could hear the sounds of grunting, fists hitting skin, and gunshots near you. You heard someone skid across the floor before a thud sounded. It was closer, which had you go hyper-speed on trying to tear the rope. Your movement was stopped when red and blue flashed in front of your eyes. The masked man was roughly thrown against the shelf, knocking over the furniture along with the binders. Some of them fell to where they opened up to random pages, but you couldn’t make out the content. You didn’t have enough time to really try either because the masked fellow was quick on his feet and shooting webs toward his attacker. Seokjin emerged from around the corner, rifle in hand as he took calculated shots at Spider-Man. Spider-Man, however, was quick to doge them—twisting and jumping into the air.

“Now, now, is this any way to greet a guest?” The masked man asked, rather teasingly despite the drastic situation. His voice sounded much different this time. It wasn’t as deep as you remember it to be. Did you remember incorrectly or did he change it somehow?

“You’re such a fucking pest,” Seokjin growled as he switched weapons. It was similar to a boomerang, but its edges were sharp like knives. You watched as the two men continued to battle the other, not even acknowledging your existence. However, you took this opportunity to continue your work with the rope. Almost there.

“Argh,” you hissed when something sharp cut across your shoulder then your opposing cheek. That bastard and his knife-erang. At the unexpected noise, Spider-Man whirled to look in your direction. His white-clad eyes grew when he realized you were here. You were alive.

“Love really does make you weak,” Seokjin chuckled as he took the opportunity to attack. Jungkook groaned and stumbled back when the knife-like object cut across his chest. It tore through the suit and left a line of red on his skin. A little cut? He’s had worse. Though, before he could fight back, he suddenly collapsed to his knees as a sharp pain shot through his body. His body twitched with the pain. He reached for the two fangs that were injected into him and sending electrifying shocks. He gasped for breath after he successfully removed them. He could feel his body already beginning to heal. He jumped to his feet, arm extended to fire a web but stopped when he saw where Seokjin was.

He pressed the edge of his rifle to the back of your head, a snarl on his lips. “See, gorgeous? I told you he’d come for you. You would guide him here,” Seokjin said behind you, giving your head a small nudge with his rifle.

Jungkook stood frozen at the scene. He was struck with disbelief, anger, and worry. You seemed to be okay, other than the more bruises and two cuts to your body. They didn’t seem deep, which was good.

“You got me,” Spider-Man announced cautiously. “Let her go.”

“Ahhh, there’s the line!” Seokjin said with mock excitement. “Don’t you just love it when they say that line? Let her go,” he mimicked dramatically. Jungkook moved to shoot a web, but Seokjin caught the small move and tsked, shoving your head rougher. While his focus was on Spider-Man, you continued your wrist movements.

“That’s not nice of you, Spider-Man,” Seokjin said before he ripped off the rope from your mouth. “Now, tell our guest to sit, gorgeous.” When you didn’t do as he said, he sliced your arm with his boomerang. He was growing impatient.

“Sit,” you hissed as soon as he cut you, feeling the blood slowly trickle from its wound. This one was deeper. The masked figure was quick to obey, which only made Seokjin chuckle.

“Now before things go any further, how about some counseling?” Jin asked and you rolled your eyes. Seokjin didn’t notice since he was only focused on the man on the couch.

“Really?” You scoffed. You weren’t expecting him to add another cut to your body at your reply. You realized he was being rougher on you now than before. Was it because Spider-Man was here? Was he trying to show his macho-man side? Or was he just showing his true self and the side you saw before was fake? It didn’t matter. He was still an asshole.

“Do I need to shut you up again?” Seokjin questioned. He was pleased when you didn’t answer. “Good. Now, tell him to take off his mask.”

You hesitated. Sure, you were eager to find out who was under the mask, but this was definitely an invasion of privacy. If this so-called Spider-Man wanted his true identity to be revealed to the world, he would’ve done so already. You heard Seokjin shuffle and you spoke quickly before he could do any more harm to you.

“Take off your mask.”

Jungkook kept his composure better than if you were to ask him this in any other scenario. It was awfully ironic, he thought, that although he kept his identity a secret from you, someone still found a way to torture you to get him to show up. He didn’t want to see you hurt again so he steadily brought his hand up, gathering the bottom of the mask to pull it up. You watched silently as his skin was slowly revealed. The man’s skin seemed to be like honey. Just as the mask was about to reveal his lips, the rope around your wrists broke free.

Without hesitation, you quickly reached back and pushed the rifle upward and away from pointing at your head. However, as you did so, you caught the tiniest glimpse of what may have been a mole under the masked man’s bottom lip before he quickly shoved the mask down again. You didn’t know anyone with a mole in that location except for…

“You bitch,” Seokjin roared and fired a shot, sending a bullet to the ceiling above you. Spider-Man was quick to react, shooting a web at the rifle and yanking it out of both yours and Seokjin’s hands. Spider-Man quickly unloaded the gun and fired a web toward the boomerang that was nearing your neck. With a rough tug, the weapon was freed from Jin’s grip. You hurriedly untied your ankles from the wooden chair. As you were about to run, Seokjin gripped you by your hair and yanked you back against him. 

His arm snaked around your neck in a chokehold. Quickly, you lowered your chin to block him from crushing your windpipe. Seokjin was definitely bigger than you, but that didn’t mean you were defenseless. You lowered yourself in a squat-like position and with all your might, threw your body forward. Seokjin was unexpectedly pulled from his stance on the floor and heaved over you. However, he weighed more than you, and instead of going directly in front of you, he tipped over, causing you both to stumble to the floor. You landed with a thud and Seokjin groaning under you. You didn’t realize you nailed him in the balls on the way down, but hey, you’ll take the win. 

You scrambled from his grasp quickly, kicking him in the groin again for good measures. Spider-Man gently moved you aside and shot down webs to trap him to the floor. While he was ensuring Seokjin was down, you moved to look at the opened binders. Although it could be nothing, something about them intrigued you.

“Is this the time you claim you would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for these meddling kids?” Spider-Man teased the webbed-up Jin. You weren’t paying attention to their interaction as you picked up one of the open binders slowly. You flipped it over so it was up-right and slowly flipped through its pages. There were pictures of your face from different moments of your life for the past few weeks. They were stalking you. You flipped more and nearly dropped the book. There, staring downward with his doe-like eyes in an alley was Jungkook. It was dark, but unmistakably Jungkook. His hair was wet against his head, lips pursed together to reveal the mole underneath his bottom lip. You peered closer and located the mole on his right cheek. Definitely Jungkook. Though it wasn’t just any Jungkook. No, this one had the famous red and blue suit on. You glanced up at Spider-Man, who was still teasing Seokjin. You finally took in the masked figure body portions. He was built similar to Jungkook’s and that voice… The mole… The honey skin…

You quickly slid the photo out of the binder, tucking it into your pocket, and closed the binder on the floor. The police suddenly swarmed the room, guns pointing around the room to which you put your hands up. They ignored you and automatically went to Seokjin. 

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” A sudden voice whispered in your ear, causing you to jump. Although you couldn’t see his smile, you bet there was a bunny-esque one hiding beneath the mask.

While swinging through the air looks cool, it was not.

You nearly threw up three times, making Spider-Man stop for rest each time so you didn’t hurl on innocent Seoul residents below. Heights didn’t terrify you, but they also weren’t your best friend, either. You guessed the height combined with everything that happened, made you sick. He had lowered himself so he wasn’t so high up, but it didn’t do much to ease your stomach.

He left you at the hospital at his demands. While you felt overall okay, he still insisted you get checked on. After arguing for a few minutes, you caved. You realized that Taehyung may be at this hospital, too, and you needed to check on him.

Luckily, your intuitions were right.

“You know how much I love you, right?” You spoke honestly as you stared down at your dark-haired friend. He smiled at you and held your hand tightly.

“I love you, too,” Taehyung replied. You smiled brightly at him, pecking his cheek affectionately. You learned the goons had left after they took you hostage. Yoongi had already called the police, but they took longer since they were at another crime scene at the time. This city truly needed more officers. Fortunately, the gunshot went through cleanly. He should return back to normal without any hiccups. That is, as long as he allows his wound to heal properly.

After hearing your rival, Jimin, Joon, and Yoongi came to stop by the hospital. It turns out Jimin was fine, besides his ego. You assured him that he could’ve taken all them out if they didn’t have guns. He didn’t completely agree, but it did ease him slightly. Although you were eager to get home, you were forced to stay in the hospital for at least a day in case you had any hidden injuries. Your parents came to visit you, terrified at the news, but forever grateful that you were still alive. 

You stared down at the photo in your hands as you sat on your bed. Jungkook. Spider-Man. Jungkook. As Spider-Man. Spider-Kook? Kook-Spider? Kook-Man? Jung-Man? You rolled your eyes at your thoughts.

It all made sense, though—the excuses, the abrupt absences, the lying. He would always leave to save someone. You laughed lamely and frowned. You never really thought how he might feel in all this. It couldn’t have been easy. At the thought, your heart tightened and you suddenly missed him more than usual. You didn’t want to reveal that you knew his hidden identity unless you felt like he wanted to; however, if you didn’t he would still lie to you. You wanted him to feel comfortable opening up to you. He trusted me, didn’t he?

Although you would no longer be upset at his excuses or absences, you wondered how this affected Jungkook. He rarely ever lied prior to becoming Spider-Man, so you truly wondered how he was coping. Sighing, you cursed to yourself. You should’ve thought of his feelings more.

Jungkook sat on the rooftop of his apartment building, feet dangling off the edge. The cool breeze seeped through the holes in his black, ripped jeans. It was a comfortable chill that he welcomed.

“Did you really have to tease the guy for five minutes straight, though?” Tony questioned as he stood next to the younger one.

“What else was I supposed to do for five minutes? He deserved it,” Jungkook mumbled. Tony laughed and gave the kid a pat on the head.

“I’m glad you’re safe—both of you,” he said, referring to you. Jungkook peered up at his mentor.

“Yeah?” He questioned. He was nervous he had disappointed Tony and wanted to hear some comforting words from his mentor. Tony’s lips formed his signature smile.

“Yeah. You did good, kid,” he teased to which Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully. Silence loomed over them. Jungkook messed with the frayed fabric of his jeans as he thought of a question.

“What would you do if I told Yn the truth?” Jungkook asked quietly. He heard Tony let out a sigh. He didn’t reply for a minute, which made Jungkook turn in worry.

“You know I’m against you doing that,” he said and Jungkook opened his mouth to reply, but Tony held up a finger. “But, I understand why you feel like you need to.”

“Really? You wouldn’t like, kill me, right?” Jungkook questioned nervously. 

“Why would I kill you?” Tony scoffed.

“No reason,” Jungkook replied.

“Just remember—the more people that know, the more danger you put on them and yourself,” Tony warned. Jungkook nodded, eager to visit you. He needed to get this off his chest. He needed you to know so you could trust him again. Although you may want him as your boyfriend, Jungkook needed you in his life in some way.

“Got it, boss,” Jungkook replied quickly. “I’ll talk to you later,” he said then quickly jumped off the side of the building. Tony couldn’t stop the playfully eye-roll when he heard a loud shout of excitement from the swinging man in the distance.

You weren’t surprised to find Jungkook at your window rather than your door. 

“How are you feeling? I- I heard you were in a pretty dangerous situation,” he said, trying to act nonchalant after sliding into your room. You hid your smile at his poor acting.

“Yeah, I’m doing fine. How are things with you?” You questioned, interested in his excuse this time. However, it was out of entertainment than spite.

“Just busy with school work, you know?” He said and slowly took a seat in your chair when you motioned him to sit. His face was slightly flushed and his hair tousled. It seemed like he had just come from running a mile, but you knew better. He probably swung here. You wanted to run your hands through his dark locks.

“I met that spedicey dude,” you changed subjects. You noticed the way he grimaced at the name. 

“I think it’s Spider-Man, actually,” he corrected cautiously. You hummed in reply, trying to suppress your laugh. He was adorable with those big eyes of his. You really missed him. 

“Well, he was alright,” you shrugged. He stared at you closely as you spoke. 

“Just alright?” He questioned. You nodded. 

“He helped a little, but in the end, it was me who caught the guy,” you said dramatically. You should feel bad for teasing him, but you couldn’t help it. His face was hands down one of the cutest on planet Earth. 

“T-that’s good,” he stammered then quickly continued as if ripping off a band-aid. “I actually need to tell you something… About Spider-Man.” You perked up at his. You figured you would eventually call him out in the future when he never did it himself. You weren’t expecting him to reveal his second life so suddenly. Especially not willingly.

“I’m-”

“Spider-Man”

“Spider-Kook”

You both spoke in unison. 

“Yes, wait no, wait what?” Jungkook stuttered, eyes growing wider and eyebrows raised to the sky. His lips were parted slightly as he stared at you, completely perplexed. 

You giggled at his expression. “Did you not like the name?” Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. 

“You knew?” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back in your chair. You gave him a sheepish smile. 

“Are you mad?” You questioned and fidgeted with the blanket under you. You didn’t know what to expect, but you didn’t expect him to be so… grumpy?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned back. His gaze grew intense as he never left your face. 

“I figured you would like to tell me yourself,” you answered with a small shrug. He stayed silent for a while before rising to his feet. You looked up when you heard him move in front of you. Two steps as usual. 

“I’m not mad,” he assured and he slowly lowered himself so he wasn’t towering over you. “I’m just stunned. I- I didn’t think you knew. Are you mad that I didn’t tell you sooner?”

“A little,” you replied honestly. It would explain a lot of what went wrong in your relationship. “But I understand why you did it.”

“You do?” He asked skeptically. You nodded and gave him a smile to assure him.

“I found out from this,” you added and pulled out the photo from your nightstand. “It was in one of the binders.”

He took the picture from your hand and examined it quickly. You watched his face silently and quickly was flooded with guilt. 

“Thank you, by the way, for saving me from that restaurant. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough,” you began and Jungkook snapped his eyes to yours, puzzled. “I’m sorry I never considered what you were going through.”

“Jagiya, baby,” he spoke softly and took your hands in his large ones. He understood what you were beginning to say. You stared down at his bruised knuckles. You missed when he called you those names. “I would’ve felt the same if the roles were reversed. I should’ve been honest sooner, but I was trying to protect you. I was told that knowing my identity is dangerous, but it turns out not knowing is dangerous, too.”

You watched as the dark-haired man gave you a small, sad smile. Your eyes fell on the exposed mole and you reached out to touch it. He chuckled softly at your action but didn’t stop you. “You could be in even more danger now,” he added. You nodded in understanding. 

“I know,” you acknowledged. “But I can’t lose you again. It’s worth it to be with you.” It was his turn to nod at your words. Your hand brushed some of his hair from his eyes so you could see them properly. After a few silent moments, Jungkook slowly leaned over you, trapping your body between his strong arms. 

“So,” he started. His voice was low, eyes darkening with lust as he continued to ascend your bed. You followed his movements and moved so you both were in the middle rather than the edge. Your body was heating at the sudden change in atmosphere. You gently placed your hands against his taut chest as he lowered his body more until you were fully laid down, one of his knees wedged between your legs. A corner of his lips quirked up in a teasing smirk. 

 “You kept a picture of me inside your bedside table?”

A/N: Ta-da! I just want to say one thing... KIM SEOKJIN I LOVE YOU MY BBY I’M SORRY IT WAS JUST FOR THE PLOT YOU’RE A BEAUTIFUL, PURE, INNOCENT MAN WHO I LOVE AND I KNOW YOU WOULD NEVER BE THIS CRUEL. YOU ARE NOT EVIL <3333 I LOVE YOU JINNIE! 

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[hongcherry]

webisode: one || jjk

The famous Spider-Man kiss transpires.

This is a drabble for Swinging By a Fine Line. It can be read as a stand-alone.

🕸️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🕸️ Rating/Genres: PG-15; 95% fluff, 5% angst, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

🕸️ Warnings: None

🕸️ Word Count: 756 (my first fic ever to be under 1k wow)

🕸️ Author's Note: Shout out to my friend, Panda, who came up with the drabble's title. This drabble is super short compared to my other "drabbles," but I just wanted to share a moment of Jungkook and mc. It's short, sweet, and simple.

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From the dark alleyway, you could hear sirens coming near. The flashing red and blue lights lit up the small alley briefly before you were consumed in darkness again. You could sense the anxiousness from Jungkook, who was in a rush to join the herd of police cars racing down the streets.

He looked at you, staring at your drenched upside form as he gripped the web string between his hands. He forced himself to relax despite his eagerness to join the chase. The rain was falling harder now and your clothes were thoroughly soaked. A shiver ran down your spine from the cold water, but you didn’t seem to care. Jungkook’s close proximity was enough to make you feel warm.

“You promise to come home to me?” You whispered as you stroked the sides of his face, thumbs brushing over his lips through the mask. The material was slick under your touch and you could feel the small stitchings that gave his suit a nice look.

“I promise,” he replied with such conviction that for a fleeting moment, you believed nothing could go wrong. Though, you knew better than to fall for those alluring lies. His life was always on the line when he left.

“Do you want that pasta you love for dinner?” He continued, tearing you away from those habitual thoughts momentarily and pulling you back to reality—back to him. His question was so ordinary that it drew you into those lies once more. That you and Jungkook snuggling on the couch with Chinese takeout later tonight was bound to happen. In contrast, the reality was you could easily be cradling his lifeless body to yours instead.

Nothing was for certain.

Yet, you played along, the reality too painful to indulge in those thoughts. Not while he was here in front of you and breathing.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips to conceal the turmoil in your chest. He lingered there, hanging upside down from the building as his gaze stayed on your face. Jungkook knew exactly what was whirling in your mind. He could sense it by the way your eyes glossed over his form. He reached out to gently wipe the rain from your face; however, it was no use and you blinked rapidly as the rain continued to crash down on you both. He drew in a deep breath before he started to retract himself. You stopped him quickly.

“Wait,” you said hurriedly then with a hushed voice, “For good luck.”

Your fingers slipped beneath his mask, tugging the fabric down enough to expose his soft lips. Your heart hammered in your chest at the feel of his lips—as it usually did. It felt impossible to cease the way your heart reacted to his touches.

Jungkook’s hand wrapped around one of your wrists softly, thumb rubbing over your pulse. You felt the subtle brush of his nose against your chin and it made you giggle against his lips. He smiled into the kiss at the cute noise. The kiss was quick but filled with promises you hoped he would keep.

“Get home, baby. I’ll see you soon,” he murmured, lips grazing yours after he reluctantly pulled away and slid his mask down fully. “I can’t have you catching a cold.”

You nodded silently. You were afraid your voice would waiver if you tried to say anything. Plus, Jungkook needed to go. He had already stayed longer than he planned.

Your eyes followed him as he slowly pulled himself on the building’s roof. He gave you a wave and you had a feeling a smile was hiding behind his mask. You returned the wave, watching as he leaped into the air and swung off.

Your heart felt heavy now that you were alone. The coldness from the water pounding on you was gradually becoming noticeable. You didn’t realize how much warmth Jungkook was providing you earlier. You lingered there. You let your body be swallowed by the darkness and the pouring rain. It was a dangerous decision considering you were alone in an alleyway, but you needed a moment to recollect yourself.

After exhaling a deep breath, you turned and walked out from the alleyway and onto the deserted sidewalk. You made your way to your car with your head hanging low as you tried to hide your face from the rain.

Unbeknown to you was Seoul’s masked hero, crouched on top of a nearby roof as he made sure you drove away safely before following the sirens.

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[hongcherry]

Warning Signs || jjk | masterpost

“Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you’re deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

⚠️ Rating/Genre: PG-13/NC-17 depending on chapter; Action (!!!), angst, light fluff, established relationship, college au, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Total major warnings for series: Weapons (guns, knives), injuries (gun wounds, knife wounds), torture (inflicting immense pain that results in crying), fighting/beating up (slaps, punches, strangulations, hits), mentions of minor character deaths, blood... Despite all this nothing is too descriptive

⚠️ Total word count: 46.5k (hahahahahhahahahah im sorry)

⚠️ Storyline: So far everything in SBaFL has been in chronological order; this is no exception. Although you do not need to read the other pieces to understand the main plot, I highly recommend you read Tangled Thoughts as it will give you a better understanding of what has happened so far in the storyline (especially with the first part).

⚠️ Author’s Note: It’s finally here! As always, I wrote a lot more than I thought. I was really just expecting this to be another one-shot. Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you for giving this—and me—a chance! It’s a swing ride.

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii​ (The amazing Mel beta’ed this entire series??? Thank you! You really added the pixie dust to all the parts.)

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part 3 | 6.6k

part 4 | 5.5k

part 5 | 5.9k

part 6 | 5.2k

part 7 | 11.2k

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[hongcherry]

To Have Known You || jjk

 “You weren’t entirely surprised when Seoul’s masked-hero showed up at your window in the middle of the night—wounded and in need of some TLC.”

🩹 Paring: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader (f)

🩹 Rating/Genres: NC-17; FLUFF, marvel au (same characters as before but you don’t have to read the other first), SBaFL au, established relationship, hurt/comfort

🩹 Warnings: did you order fluff, fluff, and more fluff?, blood, injuries (cuts and bruises), hints of sexy time (I need to stop doing this to myself), mentions of death, cliche moment of mc taking care of jk, mc a little stupid at the end

🩹 Word Count: 1.6k

🩹 Author’s note: This was meant to be a simple drabble, but then it ended up being over 1k... I think my version of a drabble is anything 2k or less (sigh). Anyway, here’s more Spider-Kook. I binged all the Spider-Man movies the other day and whew... GIVE ME MORE SPIDER-KOOK! 

Thank you for reading and thank you to those who have reached out to me!!!! :D

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A thumping sound jolted you awake. 

Your eyes slowly peeled open as you tried to find the source of what woke you. Your heart raced when you spotted a figure outside your window. Through the lingering grogginess from your sleep, you couldn’t recognize the person. Although you lived a few stories up, you didn’t put it past anyone to find a way up if they really wanted to. The panic inside you rose quickly and you reached behind your nightstand to grab the kitchen knife you kept in your room after being abducted. The clock read 3:29 in the morning.

You stayed silent in hopes the person would go away, but they didn’t. Your grip tightened on the knife’s handle, eyes glued on your window’s curtains in anticipation. You weren’t sure what to do. In the silence, you faintly heard the person speak. 

It almost sounded like your name.

The person rapped against the window again, mumbling more clearly this time. That was definitely your name. Carefully, you treaded to your window and pulled the curtain to the side. 

“Jungkook?” You questioned as you came face to face with Spider-Man’s mask, instantly pulling your window open and setting the knife down.

“Can I come in?” He mumbled with a hoarse voice. You nodded and moved to the side, watching as he slowly slid into your room. You narrowed your eyes on his stumbling form, noticing the way he held an arm over his chest and his heavy breathing. You swiftly locked the window and let the curtains fall back into place. 

Jungkook took his normal seat in your desk chair. Using the hand that wasn’t against his chest, he pulled off the mask with a gruff and let it fall to the floor. He tilted his head back slightly, letting his mouth fall open as he breathed in the fresh air with his eyes half-open. His hair was damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead messily.

“What���s wrong?” You clicked on your desk lamp rather than your main lamp so you had less of a chance of catching someone’s attention.

“Ahh, well,” Jungkook started only to cut himself off with a small groan. You gently spun the chair so the light was illuminating his face more. You reached out and took his face in your hands and angled it toward the light. Your lips parted in surprise when you saw how bruised his face was. There were cuts on one of his brows and another on his bottom lip.

“Are there more?” You asked when you remembered the way he was cradling his chest. He reluctantly nodded and began to remove the upper half of his suit. It was then you saw the gashes in his suit, revealing his injuries. Your lips tugged into a frown when you noticed the pain on his face at the simple movements. You moved to help him, but he shook his head. He didn’t want to seem that useless.

“Oh my god,” you whispered as the material slowly revealed more bruises and cuts. Jungkook hissed as his suit stuck to the drying blood on his skin. You were suddenly thankful that you didn’t get nauseous at the sight of blood. “Jungkook, what happened?”

He opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off, “Nevermind. Answer that when you feel better. Let’s get you to the bathroom,” you said and snaked an arm under his, providing support as you guided him to the bathroom that was connected to your room. Your steps were slow as he stumbled. Despite his energy growing weaker, you could tell he was still trying to keep his weight off of you. After sitting him on your closed toilet seat, you slid the rest of his suit off of him, leaving him in just his underwear.

“If you wanted to undress me, you could’ve just said so,” Jungkook joked weakly as you grabbed the first-aid kit and a clean washcloth. You narrowed your eyes at him before turning on the tub’s faucet. You hoped your parents wouldn’t be able to hear the running water.

“Stop talking, Kookie, you’re hurting yourself more,” you replied, focusing on getting the water warm. Once it was the right temperature, you guided him in the tub. Jungkook let out small grunts as he lowered himself inside. You grabbed the faucet hose, washed your hands, then cautiously began cleaning out the cuts on his torso, glancing up at his face to make sure you weren’t causing severe pain. 

“I’m okay,” he assured when he noticed the worry etched on your face. You wanted to scoff because he definitely was not okay, but you didn’t. Instead, you simply nodded and continued. After you rinsed the wounds thoroughly, you began cleaning around the cuts, stopping every once in a while when Jungkook winced. He bit down on his lip to keep quiet, causing the cut on his lip to reopen. You reached up, gently pulling his lip from between his teeth and cleaning the fresh blood. Jungkook grabbed your wrist once you were done and pulled your hand to his lips for a soothing kiss. 

His round eyes were staring into yours with such fondness it made your heart ache. You weren’t going to be able to handle losing him if it came to that. You knew he had abilities that the average person did not possess, but he wasn’t invincible. He wasn’t immortal. He bleeds like everyone else. Sure, he was Spider-Man, but he was also Jeon Jungkook. 

Part of you wished you never met him because the pain you would have to endure losing him would be unbearable. You couldn’t stop him from being Spider-Man, but it made him more susceptible to being killed. Though you guess anything could happen to the average person—car accidents, robberies, muggings. However, he was still your boyfriend and while you loved that he was Spider-Man who saved people, you loved Jeon Jungkook more. And you would rather have known him than to not have known him at all.

Taking a deep breath, you shoved those thoughts in the vault in your head and locked the door. You gave him a soft smile before going back to his other wounds. Once you pat-dried his skin and applied some bandages, you helped Jungkook out of the tub and handed him a towel as you cleaned up the mess you made.

“I should get going,” he whispered in your hair as you both lay on your bed a few minutes later. He had insisted to leave as soon as he dried off, but you demanded he rested a bit to regain his strength. His arguments fell on deaf ears as you helped him to your bed. You had pulled the covers over you both and were pressed against his side with your head on his chest. You never knew that hearing his breathing was such a precious sound. You wanted to hear his heartbeat for eternity.

You lifted your head to look at him. Your eyes scanned his face to see his condition, but he was difficult to read. 

“I think you should wait a little more,” you replied softly. The corner of his eyes crinkled as a smile formed on his pink lips.

“It sounds like someone just wants me to stay as their personal pillow,” he chuckled and gave your frame a squeeze. You ducked your face in his chest, careful to not fully rest your head on or near any of his wounds.

“Well if you’re offering,” you trailed off. His chest vibrated with another laugh, causing you to smile. You gently placed a kiss on an uninjured place on his chest.

“If I don’t leave now, I might end up falling asleep,” he muttered, staring down as you continued peppering kisses on his honey skin. You peered up through your lashes.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Your parents are going to wake you for school tomorrow and I doubt they’ll be thrilled about a near-naked guy in your bed.” You frowned, glancing at the clock when you remembered it was a school night. It’s been an hour since Jungkook had woken you. “Plus, my suit is still laying in your bathroom for anyone to see.”

“I use an alarm,” you countered to which he scoffed. “And I can go hide your suit.”

“I know you well enough to know you sleep through them, which means your parents have to wake you,” he replied with a small head shake. You rolled your eyes, ignoring his (very accurate) statement, and continued your kisses on his skin. However, Jungkook reached out and halted your movements.

“What?” You questioned, concern growing within your chest as you sat up a little. “Am I hurting you?”

Jungkook shook his head, causing some of his hair to fall into his eyes. “N-no. I just,” he started then glanced away. Your lamp desk was still on and you could faintly see the way his cheeks darken. “It felt good. Uhh, too good,” he said nervously. You giggled at his shy response and placed your hand on his thigh. He was still only wearing his underwear—Spider suit left in your bathroom. His thigh felt firm under your soft skin.

“Yn,” he warned and grabbed your hand, grunting quietly when he moved his torso. Your eyes quickly snapped to his chest then to his eyes. “I’m fine, but uh, probably now isn’t a good time.”

Your cheeks mimicked his, feeling embarrassed and pulling your hand out of his grasp. Of course now wasn’t a good time. He was injured. What were you thinking? 

He quickly grabbed your hand again and pulled you against his side again.

“I want to, baby,” he assured with a press of his lips to your forehead. “I do, but let’s just cuddle for now, okay?” His voice was soft as he spoke, eyes glinting in the dark room. You took the chance to admire the man in your arms; your embarrassment slowly fading at his comforting tone. The thoughts from before seeped through the cracks of the vault and fogged your mind. While losing him would be earth-shattering, you were grateful to be able to know the man behind the mask.

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Warning Signs || jjk | 7

“Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader

⚠️ Rating/Genre: NC-17; Action, crime, angst, light fluff, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Warnings: Torture/inflicting pain (excessive physical beating, electric shocks, toxic chemicals), physical fighting (punches, slaps, hits, strangulations/choking), weapons (guns, knives), blood, injuries (gunshot wound(s), cuts, bruises), mentions of minor character death, use of needles, Jungkook trying to be punny —> I tried to list everything, but let me know if I overlooked something

⚠️ Word count: 11.2k

⚠️ Author’s Note: It’s always a bittersweet feeling when something like this ends. Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me during this series release! And if you are reading a while after the release, hi! Thank you, too! I hope you all enjoy the “grand finale” and that it lives up to your expectations. I’m excited to see your reactions.

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii​ (*winks* I hope you enjoy this version more than the original. Thank you again for your lovely revision suggestions!)

⚠️ Taglist: @jobetspot​, @gukssunshine​, @shatzkrinslinzki​ // Thank you for being part of my first taglist hehe ^-^ [CLOSED]

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↞ swing backward | ws mp | you’ve arrived at your destination

You always scolded Jungkook for being blindsided when it came to you. The moment he saw you in danger, he would abandon everything and run to you. He would expose his back to the enemies and lose focus on what was going on around him. He had tunnel vision and you knew that would get him in more trouble. 

You were being a hypocrite, however. 

Seeing Jungkook in pain ripped your heart from your chest; even the tiniest cuts had you distressed. You had prided yourself in keeping a level head around him but the truth was you were equally as shortsighted when it came to him. 

When you saw his slumped body against a metal exam table, body strapped down, everything stilled. The table was slightly angled so you were able to see him better. He still donned his mask and the bullet wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding. He must already be healing. 

Your eyes quickly scanned your surroundings. It was another room you didn’t recognize. The walls were bare and darker in color compared to the previous room they held you in. There were a counter and a sink that reminded you of a doctor’s room. 

You were on the floor this time; your hands zip-tied around an exposed pole in the room and your feet were bonded with another zip-tie. Your eyes glanced over your shoulder at the pole and tugged to see if it could be knocked loose, however, the pole didn’t budge. 

“Yn?” Jungkook asked hoarsely. Your attention was on him immediately. His head was lolling from side to side as he slowly came to. 

“Are you okay?” You asked quickly. It might have been a dumb question since he was just knocked out and currently tied to a table, but you still needed to know. 

“Oh,” Jungkook said as his vision became clearer. He went to move but was pushed back down by the straps across his body. His hands and legs were also bound for extra measures. “Yeah. I’m okay. Nothing like a little nap to regain my strength.”

You sighed at his joke. You were half amused and half dumbfounded by his chirpy attitude in a situation like this. 

“Can you get out?” Jungkook added as he took in your state. You bleakly shook your head. “Okay, don’t worry. I’ll get us out.”

He began pulling on the restraints. When that didn’t work, he tried again—harder. His face scrunched up as he pulled against the straps with all his might. He fell back against the table with a heavy breath. Something wasn’t right. 

His eyes roamed his own body as he tried to figure out what happened to him. He should be able to break out of these straps. They were made of polypropylene webbing and buckled to enclose him. This didn’t make any sense. 

The door opened abruptly and K and Seokjin strolled in. They both glanced at you, Seokjin’s gaze lingering, before turning their attention to Spider-Man. 

“Ah, excellent. Nice to see you both awake and doing well,” K said with a small chuckle. He walked over to Jungkook and cast over his tied-down body. Jungkook clenched his fists as K scrutinized him. 

“You must feel it, don’t you?” K asked, prodding his body to which Jungkook tried to move away. When Jungkook’s white-clad eyes narrowed fiercely, K smiled. “Figured so. Do you know what it is?”

“Some kind of injection. A serum of sorts—to reduce my strength,” Jungkook replied through gritted teeth. 

“Wow you are smarter than you look,” K scoffed in a condescending tone then turned to Seokjin. “How long will it last?”

Jungkook snapped his gaze to Jin. “How did you even get out?”

Seokjin ignored Jungkook’s question and answered K, “His body will already be recovering, so give it fifteen minutes, maybe? We’d need another dose.” 

K hummed and looked back down. 

“Better yet, let’s do something else,” he said and swiftly left the room, not wasting any time. Seokjin stood idle for a moment when the door shut behind Kangdae. 

“How’s your neck?” Jin asked unexpectedly and crouched down near you. 

“Get away from her,” Jungkook growled, the sounds of the restraints clanking echoed in the room. You scooted away as Seokjin reached out. 

“Relax, I’m just going to check it,” he murmured and pulled your body back to him by your upper arm. Despite the harsh act, he somehow made it gentle. He slowly moved your hair back, fingers grazing the tender skin around the device. You flinched at the touch—part from it being Seokjin and part from the soreness. Before Seokjin could say anything, the door opened again. Seokjin stood up and moved away from you.

This time, K was joined by Jaehwa and Hoseok. K had a bag slung around one of his shoulders and Hoseok had a handgun on his hip. He had the same demeanor he had the first you saw him. When your eyes locked onto him, you glared. Although it was possible that Jungkook went against Hoseok’s warning, it was also possible Hoseok never warned him in the first place. He gave you a sympathetic look before tearing his gaze from you and standing in a guard-like manner—hands in front of his body and legs shoulder-width apart.

K set down his bag and rolled an IV stand next to the table. The liquid had a green tint and was crawling the walls of the bag as it swung with each movement. You guessed it was the serum he had injected Jungkook with. Jungkook must have assumed the same and jerked when K rolled it closer. He motioned to Jaehwa and she nodded in response, opening a drawer and pulling out a small knife. She pinched at Spider-Man’s spandex outfit at his forearm then sliced it open. 

“Oh come on,” Jungkook huffed, seemingly irked. “I just repaired it last week.”

Jaehwa ignored his complaint and reached for the needle and an alcohol wipe. You weren’t sure if Jaehwa had any medical experience, so you watched in horror as she cleaned his skin before inserting the needle. Jungkook didn’t make a noise at the intrusion, knowing that trying to squirm out of her hold would only cause more harm. Once the needle was placed, she placed a few pieces of tape to secure the needle in place. Jaehwa took a step back after she was done.

“This should keep you down,” K said as his eyes followed the small tube from the needle to the bag hanging from its stand. “Now for the fun part,” he said then paused suddenly to look at you.

“You were so quiet I forgot you were here, Yn,” he said in faux surprise. “You’re going to want to watch the show.”

K reached down beneath the table, unlatched the lock that held the table in place, then angled it so it was more upright, giving you a clearer view from below. You didn’t know what this “show” entailed, but you didn’t want to find out.

“Actually, don’t you think this should be more intimate?” Jungkook suggested quickly to K. Despite his dwindled condition, he knew he would be able to handle the beating K was bound to give him. What he wasn’t going to be able to handle would be your concerned expression. He was aware of how troubled you got over the simplest wounds. Your reaction to his cut lip at Panda Express last week was evidence. You didn’t need to see what was to come. “You know, just you and me… In this cozy room. I’ll even let you dim the ligh-”

The harsh wham from K’s fist hitting Jungkook’s face stopped him mid-sentence. You tugged on your hands at the sound.

“Stop!” You shouted albeit you knew it wouldn’t do anything.

“Okay, so no dimming the lights. Got it,” Jungkook rasped. K’s gaze was no longer its usual playfully wicked one but one filled with intense fury. You couldn’t identify the origin of this ire. You had never seen such an expression from him.

You looked at the other three bystanders, pleading with your eyes to do something—anything to stop K. Hoseok stood in the corner, lips pursed together and gaze dancing around the room. He didn’t seem to want to be there. On the other hand, Jaehwa seemed pleased. She stood between the table and the counter, lips turned upward ever so slightly. You didn’t understand how she could find this satisfying. Lastly, Seokjin was indifferent. His face was blank as he watched K’s actions. He addled your brain the most. He kept Jungkook’s identity a secret then tried to check on you. They were kind gestures that didn’t fit his personality. 

Shwap.

Another hit.

“Is this what you did that night?” K growled and swung back for another punch. You flinched every time the sound echoed in the room. Kangdae was merciless. Jungkook grunted when the punches started to wear on him. If he had been at his fullest strength, the exhaustion wouldn’t have come so soon. 

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific, man,” Jungkook replied.

Another hit.

“You’re going to act like you don’t remember me?” K exclaimed, face contorting in disgust. You peered up at K quizzically. Have they met before?

“Uhh, did I accidentally knock over your coffee once? You know I don’t mean to, right? The air from my swings-”

Smack.

“Shut up!” K roared. He reached into the bag, digging around for a moment before retrieving a device. It was a box-like object, but bigger than the one that controlled your chip.

“K, stop! Please! Why are you all just standing there?” You shrieked, pulling on the restraints until they dug into your skin. 

Jungkook avoided your gaze and tried to block out your cries from his ears. He hated having to hear you in such anguish.

You wanted to look away when K pressed the device against Jungkook’s chest but you couldn’t. Jungkook groaned, convulsing under the device’s shocks. How many of those shock devices did he have?

“That night,” K said with a ragged breath and pulled away. “You let her die.”

Jungkook’s body sagged against the table, inhaling deeply as he took in K’s words. Jungkook knew saving everyone was impossible, but it didn’t make it any easier when he wasn’t successful. Truth be told, Jungkook had a faint reconciliation of Kangdae but it wasn’t until he said those words that it clicked. 

“I tried,” Jungkook trailed off and rested his head against the cool surface of the table. His energy was deflating but he tried to hold on to what little strength he did have—mostly for you. 

“Not good enough, Spider-Man,” K hissed. “I told you to save her! Why didn't you listen to me? Why did you take me?!”

Another hit.

Jungkook stayed silent as he took the punch from K. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt salt on your lips. You shrugged a shoulder up and wiped your cheeks quickly. K landed another blow and your body slumped when you saw Jungkook’s reaction. You knew what he was doing. He felt guilty. Whatever had happened, Jungkook felt responsible for this girl’s death. He always felt responsible, so he allowed himself to be punished. 

You needed to get out and do something since no one else was going to. You couldn’t let Jungkook do that to himself. Before you could try anything, Jaehwa spoke.

“Wait,” she reached out and touched K’s arm that was held back, preparing for another attack. He peered at her with a frenzied look. “Before you continue, can’t we see who’s under the mask? What if it’s a pretty face underneath? You wouldn’t want to ruin that.”

“The fuck do I care?” He spat and reeled back again; however, Jaehwa pushed back his arm harder.

“Aren’t you curious?” She questioned, a hint of sultry to her voice in hopes to persuade him. “Don’t you want to see who exactly killed your little sister?”

So that’s what happened. You exhaled slowly and leaned further back into the pole. He had to choose between Kangdae‘s sister and K, and despite K’s wishes, Jungkook saved K instead. You believed there was a reason for his decision. He wouldn’t have disobeyed K purposefully. 

After a moment, K nodded and lowered his hand. “Fine,” he said sternly and nodded to Jungkook. “Take it off.”

“Ah, that’s a no-n-” Jungkook was interrupted when Jaehwa smiled and gathered the bottom of the mask in her hand. You knew you couldn’t stop her movements so you stayed silent, holding your breath.

“No way,” Jaehwa said quietly, parted mouth quickly closing into a mischievous smile as she stared down at the unmasked hero. 

Although it was small, you heard Hoseok suck in a breath as the mask was ripped from Jungkook’s face. Seokjin didn’t even try to seem surprised and Kangdae was unimpressed. He didn’t know who Jungkook was nor was he interested in finding out. 

You didn’t care about anyone’s expressions, though. The angry red and purple circles across Jungkook’s once honey skin captured your full attention. His face was slightly bloodied, as well, a combination of dried and fresh red sliding down his face. Jaehwa tossed the mask on the counter then grabbed Jungkook’s chin. Jungkook winced at her harsh grip but didn’t try to fight it. She rotated his face as she examined it—somewhat in awe and disbelief.

“No wonder you’re with him,” Jaehwa belittled and glanced at you, eyes sparkling with malice. You looked at her in disgust. How dare she insinuate you were only with him because he was Spider-Man.

“That’s not the reason,” you replied firmly. You didn’t owe her an explanation but you didn’t want Jungkook to believe her. Jaehwa didn’t seem to care about your response and turned to Jungkook again. She slowly lowered her face toward his and snaked her hand down his chest, humming dramatically as she felt his muscles under the suit. Jungkook tilted his head away from her and pulled his lips in.

“Back off!”

“Enough!”

You and K shouted in unison. Jaehwa sighed but obliged slowly—not because of your order, but K’s.

“You can have him later. I’m not done,” K barked and Jungkook weakly eyed K’s movements. He grunted when Kangdae’s fist came down on his chest rather than his face.

“W-wait,” Jungkook croaked as he inhaled sharply. He refused to look at you as he said his next words, but K knew who he was referring to. “She doesn’t need to be here.” 

Kangdae stopped mid-swing and glanced at you. You were in the middle of wiping another round of tears from your face and your wrists were stinging from the zip-tie. A scoff left his lips as he took in your distressed appearance.

“I think she does,” K argued. “She needs to see you get punished for what you’ve done to me. You didn’t do what I asked, so why would I do what you ask?”

It felt like hours had gone by with each kick, punch, slap, shock, and attack he assaulted Jungkook with; in truth, it was only minutes. In the middle of it all, Jaehwa and Seokjin had exited the room. Hoseok stood in the corner, jaw clenched as he stared ahead at the wall rather than at K and Jungkook. You figured K had brought him in for security reasons.

Jungkook began drifting in and out of consciousness soon after Jaehwa and Seokjin left. Regardless of the horrific scene before you, you forced yourself to watch. If he had to endure this pain, so did you. Maybe you were being a masochist, but you couldn’t let Jungkook go through this alone—even though you weren’t on the receiving end directly. You felt incredibly useless as you sat on the cold floor. You don’t recall screaming but your throat was burning.

Jungkook was unconscious when K had left the room six minutes later. As soon as he did, you snapped your gaze to Hoseok in the corner.

“You’ve got to help him,” you pleaded. You hoped Hoseok had changed his mind after seeing what K had done. Something inside you believed he wasn’t immoral—misguided, perhaps, but not heartless. His eyes turned to you quickly, wide and unsure.

“We don’t have time for you to hesitate, Hoseok, you’re either on his side or ours. If you’re on his side that means you’re responsible for this too,” you spoke frantically, uncertain of when K would come back. Kangdae hadn’t said anything as he left, bloody and sweaty, but you were sure he had more plans for Jungkook. Hoseok shuffled his feet.

Once.

Twice.

Then, “Fuck.”

He strode toward you, but you shook your head. “Help him,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of Jungkook and moving away from him. Hoseok ignored you, pulling out his knife from his holster.

“He can’t do anything right now. It’s wiser to untie you first.”

Hoseok sliced through the zip-tie around your wrists then transitioned to your feet. 

“Take his needle out.” You pulled your legs away from Hoseok before he could free you. The sooner you could stop the serum from injecting his body, the sooner Jungkook could regain his full strength. “I’ve got my legs.” 

Hoseok nodded and crossed the room. Instead of rubbing your wrists as you wanted, you stood up using the pole for support. You inhaled deeply, crossed your ankles, then squatted down as hard as you could while exhaling. The zip-tie snapped at the movement.

Hoseok had finished undoing the straps when you stumbled over. With nothing to hold Jungkook up, he slowly began to collapse. You were quick to wrap your arms under him, grunting slightly at his weight as his hair tickled your face. Jungkook suddenly began to stir under your touch. Hoseok nudged you away and took your place.

You hadn’t thought about what you’d do after getting Jungkook out. Getting off the ship was the obvious answer, but how was the question. There was no way you could simply walk off.

“Is there another way off?” You questioned and jogged to the drawers. You began pulling them open, trying to find anything you could arm yourself with. You pulled out an abandoned scalpel, an empty syringe, and a hypodermic needle. You grabbed the IV bag and slashed the top to get the liquid. With surprisingly steady hands, you tore open the needle’s package and cap, connected it to the syringe then filled the barrel with the serum. You tossed the bag in the sink, watching as the remaining liquid swirled down the drain.

“Jumping,” Hoseok suggested jokingly. You placed the cap over the needle and turned your attention to him. Jungkook was slowly coming to, groaning as he shifted uncomfortably.

“Where are the life vests?” You were capable of swimming, as was Jungkook, but you couldn’t swim and drag him simultaneously. You weren’t that skilled. Hoseok’s eyebrows raised at your question.

“I was joking,” he said with wide eyes, startled at your response.

“They’re not going to let us just walk off,” you argued. You were feeling anxious at staying in the room longer than you wanted. Swimming wasn’t the best option. Even if you had Jungkook in a lifejacket, you were still going to provide most of the support. You could tie a rope to both of you, but that still required more strength than you possessed.

“We should leave him,” Hoseok said, and at your enraged expression and your slack-jawed, he continued quickly, “We can take the others out—clear a path. We can make our way around the ship and take them from behind,” he explained. While his covert plan sounded plausible, you didn’t like the thought of leaving Jungkook alone and vulnerable.

“And if they come back to find us gone? They could kill him,” you retailed. “I can’t leave him.”

“Listen to him,” came Jungkook’s feeble voice. “Lock the door. I’ll only hold you back if you take me with you. I can heal faster now that that’s out of me.”

Hoseok didn’t wait for your permission and cautiously released Jungkook near the wall. Jungkook hissed in a breath through his teeth, pushing his back against the wall for support. Hoseok swiftly adjusted the table so it was parallel to the floor then grabbed your hand. However, you stayed in your place as you watched Jungkook stagger to sit on the table. He turned to you, giving you a small smile and nodding to the door.

“I’ll see you soon, baby,” he rasped, straining his voice to sound less in pain. You shuffled your feet in hesitation, heartstrings tugging at his wounded state. You didn’t want to leave him, but staying in here and doing nothing would be worse. 

You pulled your hand from Hoseok’s and moved to stand in front of Jungkook. You hastily pressed your lips against his bruised ones, not caring at the metallic taste invading your senses. Despite his weakened state, Jungkook managed to brush his hand against your unbruised cheek before tangling his fingers in your hair. The butterflies in your stomach stirred at the action. You were unsure if the dangerous situation or the long-awaited kiss had your emotions on overdrive. Everything came flooding from the vault in your mind and knocked the breath out of you. 

“We’ve got to go now,” Hoseok urged and stood near the door. You pulled away reluctantly, staring into Jungkook’s doe eyes for a second longer than you should have.

“Do you think you can block the door after we leave?” You hurriedly asked Jungkook, the feeling of his lips lingering on your own. It made you want to throw logic to the wind and stay with him. He nodded.

“Okay, good,” you said and tried to gather the strength to leave him although your heart told you not to.

“Here,” Hoseok instructed and handed you an extra knife when you were close enough. It wasn’t the same you used before, but it was similarly built so you wouldn’t have trouble handling it. You mumbled thanks before forcing yourself to exit the room, the image of Jungkook’s soft smile engraved in your mind.

You and Hoseok moved rapidly with as little noise as possible. There was one guard heading to the weapons section and Hoseok grabbed him, performing a sleeping chokehold on him then tied and unarmed him. While he did so, you snuck into the room after checking it was empty. You quickly took one of the thigh holsters, strapped it to your leg, and grabbed a gun. Guns were still your least preferred weapon, but if it assisted you in escaping, you’d take it. You slid the syringe and the gun in their respected slots. As you walked out, you quickly pulled your hair in a bun, remembering Hoseok’s words.

He gave a pleased smile at your up-do then began to move down the hall. You trailed close behind. Luckily for you, Hoseok knew the ship’s layout and was aware of the member’s stations for today’s plan of attack. He knew exactly where to go and you were grateful that he had sided with you after all. You were sure you wouldn’t have gotten out of this alive if it weren’t for him. Granted you weren’t truly out of the line of fire, but you had a higher chance with him.

You stopped abruptly at Hoseok’s raised hand. He peered around the corner before looking at you. He gestured to you then to the right; he mimicked the same gesture to himself but to the left. There must be two figures around the corner and wanted to do a double attack. You nodded in understanding. Hoseok didn’t waste any time, counting to three with his fingers then lunging out and wrapping his arm around the left man’s neck. You followed Hoseok, but unlike your friend, you couldn’t easily grab the man because of your height. 

You weren’t going to let this stop you. You slammed your foot in the back of the man’s knee with as much force you could muster to ensure he went down. Once he kneeled, you snaked an arm under his neck with your bicep on one side and your forearm on the other. You placed your initial hand on your free hand’s bicep to stabilize your hold then held onto the back of the man’s neck with your second hand. You squeezed your dominant arm, counting to ten and feeling his body limp, then releasing your hold. 

You and Hoseok quickly unarmed them by unloading their guns and scattering all their weapons down the various halls. For extra measures, you bound their hands behind their backs with three zip-ties—one at the wrists, one at the elbows, and one at the biceps (or as far up as possible). They would wake soon, and although your unarming and binding weren’t too strong, it would keep them distracted for a few minutes. You couldn’t permit them the chance to warn the others.

You repeated the same attack on the various members, working your way up to the next floor until Hoseok gave you the all-clear. You were surprised how easy it was but you weren’t counting your lucky stars yet. You still had K, Seokjin, and Jaehwa to deal with.

As you were making your way back to Jungkook, the sound of footsteps halted you. Hoseok snatched you by your hoodie and dragged you back around the corner. You were both on the deck and under the overhang. There was a wall under the middle of the overhang, providing support for the second floor, and you were grateful for it now.

“You should take this off,” Hoseok whispered so lowly you didn’t hear him at first. He tugged again on your hoodie to let you know what he was referring to. When you looked at him quizzically, he tugged on the hood, pressing the neck part against your throat. Ah, you sighed inwardly. Anyone could easily grab the fabric and use it against you. You didn’t need another hint and quietly took it off, biting your lip as you brushed against the device on your neck. The shirt under your hoodie was snug enough to not be easily grabbed. You peered down at your still bandaged forearm. With all the adrenaline in your veins, you had forgotten about your injuries. 

The sky was filled with strokes of purple, pink, and orange. You would’ve let your eyes linger if it weren’t for the current predicament you were stuck in. The soft breezes that brushed against your skin were gentle. It was the right amount of coolness to not be freezing but refreshing. The boat rocked faintly and your smell was filled with the saltiness of the water below. Although some might find the smell appalling, you didn’t mind it. The sound of the water licking up the side of the boat was soothing. The members must have added more lights around the deck because it was brighter than it was when you first visited. It was pleasantly comforting. 

The contentment you felt was soon shattered as an abrupt threatening sound rippled through the night. 

“Where the hell are they?” K’s voice shouted, footsteps heavy with anger as they came closer. You flattened your back against the wall, wishing you could morph and become one.

“Why did you leave the other members tied up? They could’ve taken them down for us,” Jaehwa complained.

“If they couldn’t do their job and catch them, then they can find a way out of that shit by themselves,” K answered. 

The three of them rounded the corner a second later and you held your breath. However, your lucky stars had been covered by the city’s lights. You expected a witty comment to come out of K’s mouth when he saw you both, but none did. He unhesitatingly grabbed your shirt’s fabric, plucking you from the wall and tossing your body to the floor.

So much for changing.

You didn’t have time to scramble to your feet since K had quickly climbed on top of you. The gleam near his hand told you he had a weapon. You wiggled under his body, shifting and watching as the tip of his blade pierced the deck.

A pair of hands grabbed K’s shoulders and yanked him back. You crawled out from under him when most of his weight was off you. You glanced up and saw Hoseok land a punch across K’s cheek. If only you had the chance to enjoy the satisfaction that came from the hit.

A hiss erupted from your lips when you felt a kick to your side. You were so distracted by Hoseok and K that you didn’t see Jaehwa’s foot.

You swore to yourself you weren’t a violent person, but oh, you were going to enjoy this.

You jerked forward, wrapping your hand around her slender ankle and pulling her off balance. She stumbled to the floor with a curse. You straddled her and landed a gratifying slap to her face. Before your other hit could complete its path, her forearm came in its way. She used her other hand to slam her fist to the side of your face. You groaned and involuntarily relaxed your body at the sudden blow. She took the opportunity of your unstable stance and flipped you both over.

Jungkook, after taking a short breather and bandaging himself as best he could with leftover materials in the drawers, removed the self-made barricade and stumbled from the room. He followed the trail of bodies to the deck floor, webbing the tied men—whether they were awake or unconscious—for extra precautions. Although he had hoped for you and Hoseok to succeed, he wasn’t expecting you to. At least not this easily. He had gathered Hoseok was a skilled fighter, but you? The most he saw was when you fought Seokjin and even that wasn’t heavy fighting. 

On his way up, he passed by what seemed to be the practice room. There were mats, a bench, and other equipment used for practicing. The emotion blossoming in his chest was unknown. While he was glad you could defend yourself more effectively, these skills were taught by gang members. Does this mean you were trained to kill? The thought made him uneasy. The feeling faded when he remembered the tied-up members. None of them had died. He felt conflicted. The more he learned about you, the more he was questioning if he really knew you anymore.

However, when he made his way to the deck and he caught sight of you above Jaehwa, he knew he was thinking stupidly. You may have been taught to kill, but that wasn’t you. You were still the same woman he fell for back in high school. The one who made his heart flip-flop in his chest at the turn of your head and who made his skin melt at the gentlest touch. This new you wasn't bad, he concluded. It was just different. He wasn’t sure why this stunned him. Surely, he wasn’t expecting you to stay the same person over the years, but he also didn’t expect you to engage with the wrong people. It seemed you weren’t agreeing with their plans though, which made him feel assured you hadn’t strayed too far from him. Shaking his head to rid the negative thoughts from his mind, he slid on his mask. He wasn’t your parent, but he still felt vehemently protective over you. 

As he was about to web to you, he caught sight of the three men to the side. Hoseok was holding his ground, but that wasn’t going to last. Seokjin and K were less exhaustive since they didn’t have to work as hard to attack. Jungkook changed his course of action, ignoring any pain emitting from his fresh wounds, and swinging to assist Hoseok.

“Woah, am I late to the party? Do I still get a party favor?”

Your eyes snapped past Jaehwa at the familiar voice. Jungkook, now donned with his mask, was swinging down next to the three men who were brawling. You hadn’t noticed Hoseok had been fighting off both Seokjin and K. Jungkook roughly grabbed the back of K’s shirt and pulled him off Hoseok. He didn’t waste a second to swing his fist at K’s face.

The sting from another punch to your face reminded you you weren’t alone.

“Jungkook really does have a nice body,” Jaehwa taunted, recalling what she said at the Cave and her hand on his chest earlier. “I bet it looks as great as it feels. I can’t wait to see it.”

Your arm came up to block the hit she tried to surprise you with. Disregarding her words, you reached up to mimic her earlier motions and hit the side of her face. She tsk’d at your repeated action and slammed your attacking arm down. She bared her teeth as if she was planning to bite you if you tried to hit her again.

Kangdae was right: She was a biter.

“I would say I wish I knew what his lips felt like, but I already know,” she continued and brought the back of her hand against your bruising cheek.

“Your lips didn’t even touch his,” you growled and grabbed her arm pinning you down. You yanked it off and used her unbalanced state to slam your fist to her face with your free hand. Instead of being mad at the hit, she barked a laugh.

“Not here, silly,” she smirked then faked a moan at the end of her latter sentence. “In the library. God, he’s such an expert with his tongue.” 

She twisted her hand from your grasp and pulled her arm back for another attack. You twisted out of its way and smacked the heel of your palm to her nose. She yelped and reached to grab her nose. As she did so, you pushed her further up your body with your bent legs. When she was on your hips rather than your thighs, you twisted a leg up and over her torso. You roughly sat up, slamming her backward onto the floor. Her back hit the wooden deck with a thud. You quickly untangled yourself from her before she could do anything. However, Jaehwa recovered sooner than you expected and climbed to her feet. 

As you were reaching for a zip-tie in your holster, Jaehwa’s hand curled around your wrist and yanked you to the side. You stumbled from her force and reached around you for anything to stop your momentum. One of your hands came in contact with the ship’s metal railing and your eyes widened at the realization of how close you were to the edge. The sky had grown darker, which had the water lose its mesmerizing blue hue. The once innocent-looking water now looked taunting.

Jaehwa seized the opportunity to attack by surprise and slammed another hit to your face. You grunted at the impact and glanced up at her figure. You scolded yourself internally for getting distracted as you moved away from her next punch. Swiftly, you ducked under her outstretched arm to move behind her.

“For your information,” you snarled as you grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it harder than necessary. She winced at the pain and reached behind her to remove your hand. The morality in you had you questioning if you were being too rough, but the feeling faded quickly.

She really should’ve put her hair up.

“Jungkook would never stick his tongue down a revolting throat like yours,” you continued arrogantly. You heard a faint scoff emit from her lips before you jerked her toward the ship’s edge. 

If you were smart enough, you would’ve let go sooner and stepped away.

Jaehwa shrieked as she hit the railing with more force than expected. Her hands wildly grabbed whatever was near when she felt her body teeter.

Unfortunately, that meant you.

Before you could process what was happening, you felt yourself falling. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your throat closed in shock.

It must have been instincts that had your body twisting and your arms reaching up to grab onto something stable. Your fingers latched onto one of the railing’s poles, eyes squeezing shut as you felt yourself being pulled down by Jaehwa. She had managed to hold onto you as you both fell, but it wasn’t going to last long. The sweat from both your bodies was causing her grip to slip; your clammy hand wrapped around her wrist while she held yours. Although you loathed her, you didn’t want her to fall into the chilling water. 

You didn’t have much of a choice, though, when her nails tore into your skin as she slipped from your grasp.

Jungkook was mid-punch when the sound of screaming and water splashing echoed in the night. His head whipped in the direction he had last seen you and felt his heart drop when he couldn’t find you. Ignoring the pain that followed K’s punch, he webbed onto the ship’s railing and pulled himself across the deck within seconds. He perched himself on the metal and glanced down in search of you. The white-eye slits in his mask widened when he spotted your figure hanging from the base of the railing.

“Yn,” he breathed out in relief. Your eyes shot upward at the sound of his voice, tearing your gaze away from where Jaehwa had disappeared into the dark waters. It was difficult to see her figure, but you could make out something moving to the nearest ladder that was connected to the dock. You had adjusted the hand Jaehwa had held to another pole so you could balance your strength. However, your grip on the small poles was growing weaker. Your eyes stared up at Jungkook’s, panic etched on your face. As Jungkook reached down to grab your hand, your fingers uncurled from the pole. A gasp left your lips as you felt yourself falling for the second time.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Jungkook murmured and attached a web to the railing as he reached down. His hand caught yours a second later and he gently pulled you back onto the deck. He held your body against him for a moment, letting himself bask in the feeling of your warmth penetrating through his suit. He pulled away slightly and grabbed your hands, examining them and frowning when he saw how red and swollen they were. He shook his head to himself; he was still skeptical of how you got caught up in all this in the first place. He couldn’t stop wondering if this was his fault in some way. He tore himself from these thoughts and peered over your shoulder to see a soaking Jaehwa ringing out her clothes. Once she was done, she began to leave the docks. 

With one hand pressing against your lower back, he used his other to shoot down a web at Jaehwa. The web engulfed her and knocked her down onto the wood. She snapped her gaze up and glared at the masked man.

“Sorry, but I can’t let you get away,” he called out. “It should keep you warm, though,” he teased, then peered down at you, not caring about her reply.

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft. He tilted his head to peer around yours, spotting the small device in your skin. He stared at it sullenly. His heart churned at the fact he wasn’t able to stop K from inflicting pain on you. You didn’t need to see his face to know what he was thinking.

Your hand reached up and you gently adjusted his face so he was looking at you rather than your neck, “I’m okay.” Before you could continue, you saw movement in your peripheral. You tried to push Jungkook to the side when you spotted K stalking toward the both of you. However, Jungkook didn’t budge and simply chuckled at your action. He found it endearing.

“I’ve got this,” he reassured as he slid his hands from you. “You rest here. You’ve done an amazing job, my Spidey-Girl.” There was a sense of pride in his tone that had your cheeks flare slightly.

“Hey, I’m not a spi-“

“Stay here,” he chirped, lifting the bottom of his mask to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. He gave you a thumbs-up before he swung toward K.

Grunting to your right caught your attention and you turned to see Hoseok and Seokjin still fighting. While they both had bruises and cuts, Hoseok slightly more. As you were mustering your strength to go help, K’s taunting laugh stopped you. It had chills rush down your spine and you couldn’t ignore the sense of foreboding.

Despite the bruises on Kangdae’s face, he still had a determined gaze. Jungkook’s feet were outstretched in front of him, preparing to knock K back with the bottom of his feet. However, there was something off with K’s stance. He wasn’t moving from the swing. You had taken your first step in their direction when it happened.

K timed his duck perfectly, reaching his knife up and catching Jungkook’s leg on the tip of his blade. Jungkook’s grip on the web string loosened and suddenly he fell to the floor, gasping at the stinging. K didn’t waste any time and moved toward his body, slashing the blade across his torso. You still weren’t confident with your shooting accuracy so you unsheathed your knife instead. You didn’t want to risk shooting Jungkook.

K’s focus was on Jungkook so he didn’t see you slash at his back. He hissed at the cut and swung his knife in your direction wildly. You dodged it and shoved your foot against his fresh wound. He fell to his side at the attack, hand still gripped on his knife. Jungkook’s sudden cry rang in your ears and made your heart stop. Stupidly, you turned to see what was wrong.

The slash K had created on his chest was starting to bubble angrily. Jungkook was clawing at the wound, hands shaking as the pain became prominent. You stepped toward Jungkook to help him but were pulled back and slammed onto the floor by Kangdae.

You really wish he stopped doing that.

Like before, he climbed onto your frame. He moved his arm down in a striking motion but you pressed your forearm against his. Your eyes shifted from his face to the knife directed toward your chest. It was then you saw a green-like substance mixed with red. He smirked when he saw your eyes flare with confusion.

“Poison,” he simply stated with pride. “Never used it before, but it seems to have worked. A little delayed, but nonetheless,” he continued and pressed more force on his arm. If it had Jungkook wailing like that, you didn’t want any part of that blade to touch you. You frantically lifted your arm and swung your knife across his face, following through your motion and cutting at his forearm. He groaned at the sting but kept his grip on the handle. K used his free hand to grab your attacking wrist. He slammed your arm down harshly and you were forced to let go of the knife from the impact.

Suddenly, a trillion small silk strands enclosed K’s hand that held the knife’s handle. Jungkook tugged with the small amount of strength he had and pulled the knife away from your body. Once the knife was a safe distance from your chest, he fired another web shot and yanked the knife from K’s grip. Jungkook breathed heavily through gritted teeth as he continued to lay on the floor. He wanted nothing more than to help you more, but he could feel the poison weakening him steadily. His whole body was growing heavy and he could barely hold his arm up anymore. 

“Stupid boy,” K growled and reached into his pocket. You were beginning to wonder how deep those pockets were. It made you recall Hermione's undetectable-extension-charm bag. Before you could humor yourself more, he continued. “Did you forget I had this?”

Your eyes widened and you automatically reached up to knock the square box from his grip. His hands were faster and your body was quick to react to the shocks emitting from the device in your neck. Your eyes met Jungkook’s briefly during your erratic movements. His eyes were struggling to stay open, his head lolling slightly as he tried to keep his gaze on you. There was a twitch in his hands from trying to fire another web, but that’s all it was—a twitch. 

Although you couldn’t see his face directly, you could sense his helplessness. This surged more vigor in you. With shaky hands, you haphazardly gripped the syringe in your holster. The shocks were growing more powerful as he cranked the dial. You screamed when it reached a level he had never used before. The grip on the syringe was loosening. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to focus on your hand and not the pain. You needed to get the cap off. 

“Isn’t this so pathetic?” He spat as he watched your body convulse under him. 

The cap. 

Get the cap off. 

It felt as if someone had a string to all your fingers and were pulling them open. It was difficult to snap the cap off but you somehow managed to do it. 

“Or is it poetic?” He added and glanced back at Jungkook, who had finally dropped his head on the deck. His neck was angled to you, eyes blinking ever so slowly as he breathed shallowly. 

Up. 

Move up. 

Shakily, you brought your hand up. You wanted to move faster before he turned but you couldn’t. Moving your fingers was one thing but moving your entire arm was another. It was like pushing against an opponent in arm wrestling who lifted more than you—plausible but not easy. Definitely not easy. 

“I hope he rots in hell,” he cursed and began to shift back to face you. With the panic of him seeing your hand and another spike of adrenaline, you fought through the pain and slammed the needle in his bicep, pushing down on the plunger with a grunt. You knew it was more painful than it should’ve been from your shaky hands. You only hoped it would work. You didn’t know how much of a dose to administer for it to last. Since Jungkook possessed accelerated healing, you hoped the dose would be less for the average man. 

“What the fuck?” He barked and smacked your hand away. The needle ripped from his arm and skidded along the deck. You were panting as you laid back and watched as his face contorted in absolute fury. He lifted an arm to smack you but stopped abruptly. You shouldn’t have used your strength to move your face, but you truly couldn’t stop the smirk forming on your lips. 

“Serum,” you muttered smugly. He huffed at you, body relaxing on you. You were grateful it had kicked in quickly. Now you needed to turn off the damn device. His grip slipped on the box and it clattered to the floor. 

With another groan, you reached down, fumbled to bring it closer, then flipped the switch. K brought his hand down to force yours away from the box but his body was too weak to actually move it. He simply nudged your hand. 

K began to slump against your bent knees as his body grew frailer. You weren’t recovered fully but you couldn’t stay under him any longer. His body touching yours disgusted you. Similar to Jaehwa, you rocked your hips to the side, tossing his body unceremoniously off you. Usually, you would need to follow through with your movements and straddle him to ensure a full flip, but in his wilted state that wasn’t necessary. 

You laid there and closed your eyes, greedily inhaling the air fully as you let your muscles rest for a few seconds. You could hear the muttered curses K was making, but you didn’t care. You needed to gather your breaths. 

After a moment, you slowly sat up and grabbed the last two zip-ties you had. You put one around his wrists and or around his ankles. He could easily get out if he were at his strongest but he wasn’t, so you didn’t worry about the lack of binding. You staggered to your feet and took in your environment as you equipped your knife again. 

You turned your attention to Jungkook, who was still breathing and laying still, then to Hoseok and Seokjin. However, you could only see Hoseok and suddenly your body was on full alert again. Your gaze lingered on Jungkook, wanting to help him but knowing you needed to find Jin before he could attack you. You jogged to Hoseok. He laid on the floor with his hands and feet bound together in a hogtie, breathing heavily. You quickly snapped the ties with your knife and his body flopped down to rest on the deck. 

“Where is he? Where’s Jin?” You questioned hurriedly. The pain in your neck was constant but you shoved the feeling down. You were cutting the remaining ties on his hands and feet when he replied. 

“Took off. I couldn’t see where from my position. I’m guessing he left the ship, though,” he rasped and rubbed his wrists once they were free. 

“He could still be on board,” you said and slid the knife in its slot when you were done. Hoseok sat up but didn’t try to stand. 

“Doubt it. He was adamant about not being caught. He didn’t seem to care about the rest of you,” he moved his leg and cursed under his breath. Your eyes traveled down and saw the deep hole in his thigh. You never heard a gunshot. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you asked, “Do you have a phone?” You swiftly patted your pockets to locate yours but remembered K had confiscated it from you. 

Hoseok shook his head, tearing his gaze from the wound in his leg. “No, fell from my pocket during the fight. There.”

His chin bopped to the left and you quickly stood to retrieve it. While you were up, you grabbed your abandoned hoodie and broke off a nearby chair leg with your foot.  

“Call the police and take off your shirt,” you instructed and handed him his phone. You gingerly placed your hoodie over the wound in hopes to stop the bleeding.  He hissed at the pressure but didn’t move from your touch. He promptly removed his shirt and shivered as his exposed skin greeted the cool air. Once the material was in your hands you tore it in two. Your hands were still shaking from the effect of the shocks. You shook your head to clear your mind, forcing yourself to place your attention on his bleeding wound rather than your quivering state. 

As you concentrated more, the shaking lessened, but you didn't notice. You were too engrossed in tying one of the shirt pieces a few inches above the bullet wound. You grabbed the chair leg and placed it on top of the knot you created then made another tie around the wood piece. Grabbing both ends of the chair leg, you twisted to slow the blood flow but made sure you didn’t completely cut it off. 

Hoseok was speaking into the phone, small grunts escaping his lips at the harsh twist. You gave him no attention as you continued your work. You grabbed the second piece of his shirt, wrapped it once around the wooden stick then tied it around his leg to secure the tourniquet. 

“We are sending police out there now. Do you mind staying on th-“

The line cut off. You glanced up at the abrupt end and saw he had ended the call. 

“Don’t feel like talking,” he murmured then pointed to an intact chair. “Bring that here please.” You did as you were told and watched as he slowly began to lift his leg. You quickly assisted him when you understood what he was doing. He checked his phone then using some of the blood on the floor, wrote the time. He had about two hours before he could possibly lose that leg.

“Good job,” he huffed as he fell back, keeping his leg elevated. You thanked him then jogged to where Jungkook was. The moon had set in—small breezes continuing to kiss against your exposed skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You wished you could enjoy the relaxing weather.

“Hey,” you greeted softly and sat by his head. You were too nervous to move him in case it caused him pain so you left his head against the floor. You leaned down, tenderly removing the mask so he could breathe better. His hair scattered around his sweaty face—the locks wavy and damp. “You’re going to be okay.”

Jungkook, eyes heavy, gradually turned to look at you. His mouth began to move but nothing audible came out. You shook your head as you shushed him. You gently ran your thumb along his bottom lip before trailing up to stroke the tiny scar on his cheek. His skin was hot in spite of the chilly weather. The unresolved issues from the previous days were caught in the wind as they lifted from both your shoulders. It didn’t matter that you had been away from each other, it only mattered that he knew you were still here for him—that you were still unconditionally in love with him.

“Just focus on breathing, alright? Just breathe for me, Koo.”

Worried the police would reveal Jungkook’s identity and doubtful they could actually extract the poison, you dug out his phone from his suit—he was overly excited at the new addition he designed—and dialed the man you knew who would help. 

Tony picked up on the third ring; he was startled at the feminine voice on the other end at first. However, after informing him of the unknown substance Jungkook was inflicted with and saying something only Jungkook and he knew (Jungkook had accidentally walked in on Tony showering after hearing the news of a new suit in the works for him), he agreed to come pick him up. He landed on the ship's deck a few minutes later. The interaction was brief between you two as you urged him to take Jungkook and find a way to rid the poison from him. You weren’t sure what K had inflicted him with and hoped Tony could solve it. Although Jungkook’s strength waned, he still tried to protest at leaving you. Nothing came from his lips, but the quiet whine in protest was enough to know he didn’t want to go. However, his whines were ignored and Tony lifted him from the floor and flew off.

As soon as Tony left with Jungkook, you made your way back to Hoseok. He had an arm over his eyes as he breathed steadily through parted lips.

“Hobi,” you greeted and kneeled next to him. His arm slid from his face, skin pale and eyes cloudy with pain. “Do you know where K experimented with his projects? I need to get this thing out of my neck.”

While you could have forced an answer out of K, who was still laying on the floor and probably gaining his strength back, you didn’t want to resort to torturing. That wasn’t who you were and you refused to engage in such malicious activities.

“Heat,” he answered. You would’ve tiled your head if it weren’t for the stinging in the back of your neck. Without the buzz of adrenaline, the pain from your injuries was more prominent. “It doesn’t react well with heat.”

“How do you know this? Did you know when he first put-”

Hoseok shook his head and interrupted you before you could even fathom such a thought, “No. No, I swear. After he informed you of the plan to lure Spider-Man—I mean Jungkook… Man, that’s weird-”

“Hoseok.”

“Right, sorry. After that, he brought me into the experiment room. I think he was trying to get me on the inside once he saw I was l-loyal to him. That I didn’t untie you,” his voice was filled with guilt as he continued. His eyes were swimming with regret.

“Did you warn Jungkook?” You questioned, the answer still unknown to you.

“He didn’t take it well until I told him the codeword. I came back right after so K wouldn’t suspect anything,” he paused and glanced at your neck. “Anyway, the thing should come off with heat. I read it in his journal when I was in the room.”

You hummed, “Am I just supposed to catch myself on fire to get this damn thing off?”

Although the situation wasn’t humorous, he still chuckled. “Bring me a lighter or something. I’ll take it off,” he murmured. You mumbled an okay and hurried inside. When you came back, he was propped on an elbow, leg still elevated onto the chair. You sat down, handed him the lighter, and gently lowered your chin to give him easy access.

“This is going to hurt,” he warned and clicked the lighter on. When the flame neared your neck, you could feel the device react to it. The pain was similar to when K first inserted it and you cried out while fisting your hands at your sides, eyes sewed shut. Hoseok kept the flame near your skin, careful to keep the fire on the device only. You could feel the device loosening from your skin. It felt as if spiky thorns were being extracted from your flesh; you could feel a small trickle of blood trail from the wound. Once it felt like the device was resting against your neck, you moved away from Hoseok and pulled it from your neck. You hissed as it burned your fingertips, immediately dropping it on the deck. You reached up and patted your tender skin. Your palm came back bloody but you didn’t care. The chip was out of you and you felt relieved.

“Thank you,” you breathed as you glanced at Hoseok. He had laid back down and gave you a small smile.

“I’m here for you,” he replied reassuringly. You smiled back, grateful to have made a new friend in the unfortunate circumstances.

The police arrived five minutes later, ambulances trailing closely behind. You had stayed next to Hoseok as you waited and pulled your hair from your up-do since it was beginning to give you a headache. You both made small talk, even though you were the main one talking. You didn’t mind, though. You understood he was still fighting through the pain in his leg.

By the time the police arrived, K had regained his strength fully and was pulling on the restraints. He would’ve broken out of the zip-ties if it weren’t for the guns pointed at his face. The paramedics assisted you and Hoseok first before moving to K, Jaehwa, and the members. Hospitals were never a place you enjoyed being in so you were lucky to be discharged a day later. The doctor had confirmed a mild concussion but after monitoring you for 24 hours, they felt you would be safe returning home. 

It wasn’t a surprise when your parents picked you up from the hospital. They must have dropped everything and hustled to you when they discovered your condition. It all felt like déjà vu for them and they couldn’t figure out how you kept finding yourself in the hospital. Granted, it was only one other time, but once was enough for them. After checking on Hoseok and ensuring he was recovering well, you left to go to the hotel they were staying at that was near campus. They claimed they wanted to “spend time with you,” however, you knew they mainly wanted to keep an eye on your health. This didn’t bother you though; you haven’t seen them since you moved into your dorm so you would happily spend time with them after so long. They spent two days with you before they had to return to their normal lives.

With both families concerned, you and Jungkook haven’t found much time for each other. He last saw you when he was being carried away by Tony. He’s spoken to you at least once a day but never face-to-face. You learned Tony was able to remove the poison from his system within thirty minutes. You didn’t quite remember what exactly the substance was since Jungkook had used terms you couldn’t even pronounce, but you got the gist he was recovering quickly. Although he arrived back to campus before you, Aunt May had put him on bed rest until further notice. This meant he wasn’t able to greet you when you stepped foot on campus two days later.

“Hey Spidey,” you greeted teasingly as you stepped inside his dorm room. Yoongi had stepped out of the room to give you both privacy. His eyes were kinder toward you since the last time you saw him and you were relieved to know he trusted you again.

“Hey beautiful,” he answered, lips widening in a toothy grin. He extended an arm, firing a web to shut the door as he sat up properly on his bed. You spared a quick glance at the small white blob now attached to the door before kicking off your shoes.

“Can you move any slower?” He whined as you took your time to walk to his bed. You stopped in your steps, raised an eyebrow, then replied.

“Yes,” you deadpanned. He grumbled, a pout forming on his pink lips, and swung his legs off the side of his bed. Before you could protest, a string shot from his wrist and pulled you toward him. You stumbled at the unexpected tug and placed your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself. His legs came up to wrap around your body once you were between them. A giggle escaped your lips as he hauled you onto his bed. His large thighs confined your frame under his.

“I’ve missed you too much for you to act like a minx,” he murmured above you then captured your soft lips between his. The mix of tension from the argument, fear from the near-death experiences, and longing of not being able to see each other after was all felt through the single kiss. You were quick to wrap your legs around his slim waist and tangle your fingers in his growing locks—ones you wish he would never cut. You pressed your body against him, the need to feel him close overpowering your senses. The clutch in your heart was fervent as you took this moment in. The way one of his hands was squeezing your hip when the other was propping himself up was comforting. Your head felt light as his passionate kiss tore your soul from your body. You were wholly enamored with him.

He pulled away from your swollen lips, panting slightly. He took a quick breath before peppering several more kisses against your skin—your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your neck. He missed the feel of your gentle skin. He missed the way your heart hammered rapidly in your chest whenever he got close.

When his phone rang for Spider-Man, he continued his feather-like kisses against you. You gently pushed him away.

“You going to get that?” You asked, pushing a long strand of hair that was covering his eyes. He shook his head, causing the lock to fall back to its original place. You repeated your action and tucked the piece behind his ear.

“No,” he said without delay. Your eyebrows knitted together and you began sitting up, only for Jungkook to gently push you back down.

“Why-”

“Because the police can take this one. Jungkook is needed more than Spider-Man right now,” he answered, slipping his hand beneath your shirt to rub random shapes against your skin. The soothing action erupted a tingle up your spine; a warmth spread throughout your chest.

You gave him a concerned look. While you were appreciative of his decision, you knew Jungkook always felt a ping of guilt when he didn’t leave. However, as you searched his dark brown eyes, you found no trace of remorse. 

“Why are you so good to me?” You asked quietly, heart stumbling over its beats as it soared with adoration. It was a rhetorical question, but Jungkook still answered.

“Because you brought me that mango smoothie that one time.” Despite the playful response, his tone was genuine. You smacked your hand against his chest, the solid thud filling the room. 

“Jungkook,” you whined and rolled your head to the side. Jungkook’s eyes caught the fading puncture wounds from the device that was attached and his lips tugged downward, crestfallen. The injury flooded his mind with what happened that night—how he was too powerless to help you against Kangdae or how he couldn’t protest Tony helping him instead of you. Though as you turned your gaze back to him and your eyes instantly softened around the corners, the pain in his chest subsided.

“You’re mine,” he stated suddenly, voice filled with a mixture of emotions you couldn’t decipher. You nodded and pulled his mouth against yours briefly to allow the kiss to speak for the words he wanted to express but couldn’t find the right words for. As you pulled away, he chased your lips. You granted his desire without hesitation.

“I am,” you reassured confidently. His sorrowful expression slowly morphed into a cheerful one, which had your lips pulling into a smile at the change.

“Does this mean you’ll buy me another smoothie? Maybe a green tea one this time?”

You huffed in faux exasperation. “Now you’re bugging me,” you mumbled and pushed him off you. He sat back, legs over the bed’s edge, and shifted to face you. Thanks to his tight jeans, you could see the way his muscles strained against the fabric as he spread his legs, resting back on his hands. He leaned his head against one of his shoulders and watched as you straightened out your clothes.

“Impossible,” he scoffed and pulled his lips into a sly smirk. “I’m a spider, not a bug.”

You glowered at his answer, trying to hide the humor in your eyes you felt from his joke. However, unlike before, he was able to read your hidden emotions. As you were about to walk from his bed, he shot another string and twirled you toward him. You landed against his rigid chest with a gasp.

“Why do you keep doing that?” You groaned and peered up at your grinning boyfriend.

“Because I’m not letting my fly escape my web,” he answered and began pulling you back on his bed. 

“I’m going to need you to come up with less cheesy replies,” you said. Although you secretly enjoyed them, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. He chuckled and laid back on his bed, adjusting you so you were comfortably on top of him.

“I’ll think about it,” he hummed and allowed his head to sink into his pillow, lids fluttering closed while he held you in his arms. Your eyes lingered on his relaxed face as a small smile formed on your lips. His long hair shaped a mini-universe around his head and you never wanted to leave his orbit. You stretched up slightly, pressed a kiss against the mole on his neck, then nestled your face in his chest. The last thing you heard before your body was overtaken with slumber was Jungkook’s soothing voice whispering, “I love you, Spidey-Girl.”

Why is Spider-Man so good at comebacks?

Because with great power comes great response ability.

*cackles*

A/N: Whew! I hope there were some things you didn’t expect in this—it wouldn’t be fun if you predicted EVERYTHING c; My asks are open for any clarifications, questions, feedback, anything about Warning Signs. I would love to know your own theories and if they came true or not. I’m eager to know your thoughts!

Thank you SOOOOO much again for reading this series and supporting me. I know I keep repeating that, but it remains true. I’m so grateful for every like, reblog, and message. I love you all so much *sobbing* My heart flutters every time you guys send me your love—in any form. I cherish them (and you) all. 

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Warning Signs || jjk | 6

“Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader

⚠️ Rating/Genre: NC-17; Action, crime, angst, light fluff, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Warnings: Gunshot wound(s), blood, electric shocks

⚠️ Word count: 5.2k

⚠️ Author’s Note: This series was supposed to be only 6 parts, but I decided to make you wait longer for the end *insert evil laughter* I also tried something new writing-wise; I’m channeling my inner cinematographer. Let me know how you feel about it. ^o^

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii​ (I’m out of spider puns... Or am I?)

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SBaFL au | main masterlist

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The second there was a thump at his door, he sprung from his bed, almost ripping the door from its hinges in his hurry.

“What do you want?” A disgruntled sigh left Jungkook’s lips, body deflating when he realized it wasn’t you at his door but Hoseok.

“Can I come in?” Hoseok asked and shifted his eyes down the dorm hallway. Jungkook found the action odd because it seemed as if he was making sure no one was near. Hoseok looked anxious, which made Jungkook tilt his head slightly in suspicion.

“No,” Jungkook said instantly which caused Hoseok’s lips to dip down. There was a sigh behind Jungkook before Yoongi’s voice could be heard.

“Let the guy in, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s hard gaze lingered on Hoseok for a second longer before he reluctantly moved to the side.

“Where is she?” Jungkook asked the second the door closed. He didn’t want to see anyone unless they had news about you. He spent the nights swinging around Seoul for any clues to where you could be, but he always came up empty-handed. It’s been two days since he last saw you and he was starting to feel utterly useless as he twiddled his thumbs. He was supposed to be there for you—supposed to protect you. Yet, here he was.

“I have a message to Spider-Man from Yn. She said you could contact him?” Hoseok said and quickly glanced at Jungkook’s roommate, who was sitting at his desk with his speakers and small piano keyboard connected to his laptop. It dawned on Hoseok that he probably should’ve got Jungkook alone for this conversation.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched at his question.

“Maybe I can. Maybe I can’t. What’s this ‘message’?” He was still uncertain about Hoseok. There was no evidence that showed he truly cared about you. Despite him hanging around you frequently, there was still the chance he was using you in some way. Maybe Hoseok was trying to get Jungkook to expose his true identity.

He refused to fall for it.

“She said not to follow her because it’s going to be a trap,” Hoseok replied. Jungkook’s gaze was unwavering as he took in his words. How could he trust him when he was keeping your location a secret? She got in contact with this guy but not him? It didn’t make sense.

“How can Spider-Man follow her when he doesn’t even know where she is?” He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “You must know where she is, though, if she gave you this message.”

Hoseok didn’t back down from Jungkook’s fierce glare. “Maybe,” he replied. “But I can’t tell you. She said not to tell you where she is, either.”

“This is just sounding like bullshit,” Jungkook concluded and moved to open the door. He wanted Hoseok out of his room. “You’re lying straight to my face and I don’t appreciate that. I’m going to find her without your help. I can’t trust anything that comes out of your mouth.”

“Jungkook-” Yoongi tried to get him to calm down but Jungkook ignored him. He threw the door open and motioned to the hallway.

“Get out,” he told Hoseok. Hoseok hesitated to move. Jungkook rolled his eyes at the man’s stubbornness and reached to grab his arm to pull him out, however, Hoseok moved out of his reach quickly.

“Microwaves,” he blurted and observed the way Jungkook’s body stilled immediately. Yoongi shifted in his seat, equally startled by the word that left Hoseok’s mouth.

“What?” Jungkook asked slowly, hostility ebbing away. He had heard him but it wasn’t registering. Despite the silly and random word, you created it in case of emergencies after discovering his hidden identity. You were aware of the risks that came from knowing the truth, so you came up with a codeword that allowed you to know if the other person was telling the truth. There were going to be times when people would try to pin you against each other, therefore you felt it was safe to create one. The word itself was ridiculous, but it worked.

“Microwaves,” Hoseok repeated, more clearly this time.

“What else did she tell you?” Jungkook asked, voice a lot calmer this time. Hoseok blinked in surprise at his quick change in demeanor. He couldn’t believe it actually worked.

“That’s it,” he said and lowered his voice as the door remained open. “Just to warn Spider-Man not to follow her. I- I don’t really know what she’s talking about either.”

Jungkook shook his head in frustration as an exasperated sigh let his mouth. He was back to square one. This information didn’t do him any good. He was constantly lured into traps. What difference would it make now?

“Uhh, thanks,” Jungkook muttered after a few seconds when he realized he didn’t reply. Hoseok nodded and moved toward the door. Jungkook felt like Hoseok wanted to say more but before he could press for the information, Hoseok left.

“You could follow him,” Yoongi said when he left. Jungkook glanced at his best friend, still trying to piece together what was really happening with you.

“What if he’s lying?” Jungkook asked and staggered to his bed. Despite still being suspicious, he knelt down and dug out the box that had his suit in it.

“He knew the code word. That means he’s not,” Yoongi reminded Jungkook. Jungkook pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he began to change.

“Maybe he tortured her for it,” Jungkook replied, a small huff passing his lips when he tugged on the tight outfit.

“That doesn’t change the fact she’s in danger. What are you going to do if you see her?”

“When,” Jungkook corrected. “When I see her—I’m finding her.”

“Okay, but then what? Hoseok said she’s going to lure you into a trap. Why would she do that?”

Jungkook, now fully clothed except for his mask, slid on sweats to hide the suit. He paused at Yoongi’s question. He was so bewildered by Hoseok’s warning that he didn’t think much about it.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, zipping up his jacket. “I knew she was in trouble,” he cursed to himself, hands fisting the mask in his palms.

“Something happened to her,” he blurted suddenly. “I touched her arm the last time I saw her and she acted as if I had hurt her. She made this horrible noise,” he rambled, inwardly wincing when he remembered the sound. It was filled with so much pain; Jungkook became ten times more worried. “She was hurt. She got injured somehow. Fuck! How could I let that happen again?”

Yoongi sat silently as he thought while Jungkook blabbed. Jungkook knew his roommate was simply thinking, but he couldn’t stop and wait for his response. The gears in his head were turning too rapidly.

“Why would she warn me about the trap if she was planning to lure me in it? Wouldn’t that contradict her motives?” Jungkook questioned.

“It must not be her plan then,” Yoongi replied.

“You think she’s being blackmailed?”

“It’s a possibility,” Yoongi shrugged. “How much do you know about this new group?”

Jungkook sat on his bed as he shook his head. “Barely anything. When I arrived there were men already down and vehicles leaving,” he trailed off. “There was something odd though. I saw one of them look at me and they seemed startled. As if they weren’t expecting me or have never seen me before.”

“Do you think they have anything to do with Yn?”

“I-I guess they could. She wouldn’t join a gang, though,” Jungkook replied with confidence. Although something about you was changing, he didn’t believe you would become a criminal. You were always appalled by their actions. You weren’t going to stoop to their level. Even if you did, why would you? Jungkook couldn’t pinpoint a reason.

“I thought you said you didn’t know who she was anymore,” Yoongi said and raised an eyebrow at him.

Shaking his head, “Partly true but Yn? In a gang? She would never do that. No matter how much she’s changed.”

“I know it seems impossible, but I wouldn’t rule it out completely,” Yoongi sighed.

“You’ve been wary of her for weeks—thinking only negative things about her. You don’t know her as I do,” Jungkook retorted and glanced out his window. In contrast to what was happening, it was rather beautiful outside. A light breeze rustled the trees, beckoning him to join them in their dance. There were several lingering students walking in different directions, however, none of them were you.

Yoongi shifted in his seat as he eyed his best friend. “I think you should listen to Hoseok and not follow her.”

Jungkook refused immediately, “I can’t do that when she’s in trouble.”

“That’s exactly what she’s counting on. We don’t have enough information. You don’t know what she’s going to do or what her so-called friends are going to do to you.”

“I never know what to expect,” he countered. “Every time I go to a crime scene, there’s always the possibility of them planning something I’m not aware of.”

Yoongi could see the determination in his friend’s eyes and it worried him. “This is different. It involves Yn. She’s a weakness for you and someone found that out. It’s a repeat of what happened with Seokjin. They’re using her-“

“Exactly!” Jungkook exclaimed and threw his hands up dramatically. “They’re using her. She probably got that injury on her arm from being tortured.”

“But she could also be using you,” Yoongi challenged.

“Why would she do that?”

“She knows who you are. Not just about your secret identity, but the real you. She knows what makes you tick. She’s the perfect person to bring you down—the perfect weapon. Have you thought about that before?”

Jungkook didn’t like what Yoongi was insinuating. He didn’t like the strict tone of his voice because it meant how serious he was being. Yoongi was always blunt, but this was different. Perhaps it was different because this was one topic he didn’t want to believe. True, Jungkook was aware you were his kryptonite, but using that against him was absurd and completely out of character for you.

“No, I haven’t, because she would never do that to me,” Jungkook stated matter-of-factly and stood from his bed. He reached down and slung his backpack on his shoulders, tossing it over his head to land on his back. The only thing in it was his mask but he planned to use it to stash his sweats in later.

He knew Yoongi was simply looking after him, but what he was saying was ridiculous. Jungkook firmly believed you would never go against him. It must be the other way—you were being blackmailed or threatened to coerce him. Jungkook slid his hood up as he moved toward the door.

“I know you love her,” Yoongi exhaled anxiously, causing Jungkook to pause in his movements. “And I’m sure she is being used like before, but I just want you to think of all the possibilities so you’re not blindsided. People can change, Jungkook. It’s the people closest to us who hurt us the most.”

Jungkook stood, hand on the door, as he slowly digested his best friend's words. He glanced at Yoongi and gave him a reassuring smile. He knew his friend was worried about him not returning, even if he didn’t say it. “I’ll be back,” he said firmly before leaving the room.

As he walked out of the male’s dorm and away from campus, he let Yoongi’s work sink in more. People did change, he agreed mentally. But not you.

Not you.

“Spider spotted down the street in the west,” Seokjin said from your earpiece. You were sitting on a nearby park bench under a streetlight as you awaited your next instructions, taking in your surroundings. It would soon be dark and people were beginning to leave the area. There wasn’t much to do around the dockyard besides attend work. The best shops were ten minutes from where you were so there was no reason to linger after work had finished.

You had visited this park a lot with your parents in middle school. Similar to the lack of shops, the park lacked a lot of the fun equipment the other parks had. You didn’t mind though because it allowed you and your family to enjoy privacy. Plus, you didn’t have to share the slides with bratty kids. You realized then that you barely contacted your parents since you moved into the dorms. You silently noted to call them more once this was over. You were determined to get yourself out of this mess. You weren’t dying nor was Jungkook. At the thought of Jungkook, your mind wandered to Hoseok. You hoped Hoseok had a change of heart and warned Jungkook before he could fall for K’s trap. Although Seokjin was assisting, it was ultimately K who wanted the so-called hero.

The aching pain in the back of your neck had you recalling earlier events. It felt as if an external force was pressing on your sore neck. The sting had yet to subside—always lingering and reminding you of who had control over you. You hated it. You hated being controlled and you hated you couldn’t do anything about it.

You recalled K’s voice from last night. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to K wanting to trap Spider-Man simply because he was the most wanted vigilante. The look in his eyes was more determined than ever. He was hell-bent on getting his hands on him. The reason couldn’t just be that Spider-Man had the opportunity to dismantle his new gang. K’s words were calculated as if he had run through his plan for the umpteenth time.

“We’ve caught sightings of Spider-Man for the past two nights. He’s not even stopping to investigate the crimes. He’s just swinging. It seems like he’s looking for something… Or someone.”

Jungkook had webbed his backpack in the smallest and darkest corner he could find in his usual alley before leaping into the air and attaching a web string to a building. He decided to change his route this time, hoping that a fresh path would help him see something he missed before. His swinging was a lot slower than usual and he hoped none of his enemies would take advantage of his leisurely traveling. It was then he wished he could sprout eight eyes like an actual spider. Maybe he could find you quicker that way. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. Did he really expect to spot your figure from thousands of people? He tried to stay low for a better view.

“When he’s close enough, you’ll move your hair back to ensure he has a good look at your face. However, make sure the chip is covered. We don’t want him suspecting anything, do we?”

You stood from your spot on the bench and pulled down your hoodie. You reached into your pocket and retrieved two hair clips. You tried to keep your face stoic as you lifted your hands to secure the clips in, pulling the locks to the side. Every small movement you made caused your neck to ache. It was painful and drained your energy quickly.

You took a deep breath then held your head high as you began your trek to the dockyard. You weren’t far from it—about a five-minute walk from where you were positioned. From your peripherals, you could see something soaring in the sky. You were tempted to steal a glance but feared it would blow your cover. Therefore, you locked your eyes ahead of you.

Jungkook was surprised when he found you. He thought it’d be harder to spot you but it wasn’t. Though this could be because you were part of the few people walking against the current waves of pedestrians. You wore the jeans you loved wearing along with one of his borrowed hoodies. He knew it was his because it had a hole at the bottom from when he accidentally snagged it on a fence he was climbing over.

He quickened the pace of his swings to get ahead then perched himself on the corner of a building. His eyes were glued on you as you kept walking. It would’ve been easy to swoop down and steal you away, but Hoseok’s warning made him apprehensive. He wasn’t sure what you were luring him to and Yoongi was right—you were one of his greatest weaknesses. He wasn’t sensible when it came to you. He was more reckless in terms of calculated planning. He could only think of protecting you and getting you out of harm's way. However, that could easily backfire on him as he becomes an easy target.

“When we get the spider in the web-“ he paused to laugh at his own joke. When you didn’t laugh along, he rolled his eyes and simply continued. “You’ll walk toward the dockyard. You won’t stop and you won’t hesitate to move when ordered to. If he tries anything before you can get on board, you are to do anything to get him on the ship. If you don’t, well… You already know.”

You kept your pace steady as you advanced to the dockyard. You silently pleaded that Jungkook wouldn’t try to stop you. You weren’t sure how you would get him to follow you if things went south. That is if Hoseok did what you asked. You were aware of being his weakness. Hell, he was your own weakness in return. While love was a powerful emotion, it had its negatives, too. Blackmail is one of them.

You didn’t care if Jungkook followed you. You knew he would. What you didn’t want was for him to step foot on the ship. He was safer in the air; they couldn’t grab him. They could fire shots, but Jungkook’s fast reflexes would assist in his dodging. You weren’t sure what K was going to do if he got his hands on Jungkook, but whatever it was, it obviously wasn’t going to be pleasant. If he were able to create a device like the one in your neck, you didn’t want to find out what he had in store for Spider-Man.

Jungkook stalked your every move. If you moved to the left, so did he. If you moved backward, so did he. He was not letting you out of his sight. Although he could see your face, he couldn’t see any details. He didn’t know what you were feeling, partly because of the static expression, but also because he wasn’t close enough. However, what he did know was that something was definitely off. The way you walked was unnatural to your normal walk. He just couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was wrong. He realized this was a regular occurrence for him as of late when it came to you.

“Easy peasy, right? There’s no need for dramatics when we’re sure he’ll follow you. The thing I want to know, though, is why he’s so smitten for you. Why are you his kryptonite?”

Your heart began to beat faster as you slowed in front of the bridge to the ship. Whatever you did, you hoped Jungkook adhered to Hoseok’s warning, if he gave it. Your steps were slow as you moved across the walkway you took frequently. The same cementing feeling in your shoes from when you first walked to the dockyard made your feet feel heavy. You wished you had opened your eyes and realized this organization was not what it made itself out to be. The countless warning signs were neon flashes in your face and you still walked past them.

Stupidly.

And now you have to face the consequences.

Jungkook tilted his head as he analyzed the ship you were boarding. He didn’t expect you to lure him to a ship; especially one of this size. You looked so tiny compared to it. It made him more perplexed as to what you’ve been doing recently. He perched himself on the top of another ship as he observed your next move. He caught the slight hesitation in your steps as you walked to the center of the deck. He couldn’t see anyone else on the deck with you. He squinted toward the windows on the other floor but to no avail—the glass was too dark. He extended an arm and pulled himself to another ship in hopes to get a better look. However, this didn’t do much either. There was no one with you.

“When you’ve finally stepped foot on the ship, you are to move to the center of the dock. Don’t look for him because then he’ll know you know he followed you. We want him to think you didn’t know he was tailing you. The moment he steps foot on the deck, we’ll get him.”

“What if he doesn’t step foot on the ship?”

“We’ll make him.”

You sat down in the same spot you from the very first time you came. It was weird to think about that time. It felt like a long time ago, but it was merely over a week. Funny how things changed so suddenly.

It was arduous to not move your gaze in search of him. You saw a flash of red and blue from the corner of your eyes. He moved a few more times before going back to his original spot. You guessed he was trying to assess the area. You weren’t sure what K had meant when he said they’ll make him come out, but you wished Jungkook didn’t fall for it. Better yet, you wished he swung back to the university so he wasn’t tempted. You knew better, though. That wasn’t an option for him.

The sound of a heavy door opening caught Jungkook’s attention. His eyes followed the man as he walked up behind you. Jungkook’s body tensed as he anticipated the man’s actions. He swore if he hurt you, he would leap down and-

But that’s what they want.

They want him to go down there. This thought had him halting. This is what Hoseok warned him about—what you indirectly warned him about. When the man lifted his face upward, Jungkook’s white-clad eyes widened. He blinked rapidly, positive he was imagining it.

Seokjin rested a hand on your shoulder, leaned down, and whispered, “I would love to see his expression right now. Can you imagine?”

You kept your gaze forward as he spoke. Partly because it hurt to move but also because you didn’t want to entertain Seokjin’s sick game. You had figured the “make him” included force, but you realized now they were going to toy with his feelings. He was still human after all.

“Why didn’t you tell K about Jungkook?” You asked, wincing when Seokjin accidentally grazed the device in your neck.

“It wasn’t his business. Knowing you had connections was all he needed to know,” he murmured, unclipping the hair clips and redoing it. It was a friendly gesture and if done by anyone else (besides K or his goons), it might have been sweet. It only conflicted your thoughts about him. There was so much confusion when it came to Seokjin. You didn’t understand his underlying motives and his actions were inconsistent with what you recalled his personality to be.

“I thought K was in charge. What would he do if he found out you kept information from him?”

Seokjin chuckled and leaned closer, lips grazing your ear. It made you want to jerk out of his grip, but you knew that would go against the plan. And if you went against the plan, the device would send a shock to you. Experiencing it twice was enough. You didn’t want a third.

“Are you trying to tell me you wished I told him?” He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. Despite his tough exterior, his lips were soft against your skin. You hoped Jungkook didn’t notice the way your hands clenched into fists briefly.

“No,” you hissed. “I’m just trying to wonder whose side you’re on.” Seokjin smiled, eyes lowering to your lips. He moved to kneel in front of you.

“I’m on my own side, gorgeous,” he replied then, “Kiss me.”

“Are you insane? No,” you growled and started to move away, the plan escaping your mind momentarily. Seokjin wrapped his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you toward him. Despite you attempting to keep your composure, the rough grip from Jin made you cry out. The device dug into your skin more and the sting shot throughout your body. You clutched his shoulders for support as you writhed under his grip. You had forgotten about Jungkook until not even a second later, the masked hero landed in front of you and was reaching to grab the back of Jin’s clothes to yank him off you.

Your eyes widened in realization and you immediately shouted, “No!”, as you lunged forward. Before you could push him down or tell him to go back up, a shot rang out.

Jungkook groaned as his suit ripped open at his shoulder. His hand clamped around the wound as blood began to seep through his fingers. Ignoring the pain in your neck, you tackled Jungkook to the floor. He hissed in pain as he fell on the wooden surface. That probably wasn’t the best move considering he was just shot, but you knew there were going to be more bullets flying if he didn’t get out of sight. You nudged him under one of the overhangs from the second story for shelter. K had placed his members on the second story since he wanted them to get a high vantage point. From what you knew, there was no one on the first floor—no one on the deck. Though it wouldn’t take long for them to readjust their spots.

“Sorry,” you said quickly then looked back to where Seokjin was; however, he was no longer there. You needed a weapon, but there were none in your sight. Jungkook never carried any and K had taken yours before he sent you out.

Jungkook’s head tilted in puzzlement as he watched you search for something. He wasn’t sure what you were hoping to find. His lips curled down in a frown when he noticed the faint bruising on your cheek. He realized this was the reasoning behind your make-up the other day. He opened his mouth to inquire about the injury, but you interrupted him.

“You need to get out of here,” you told Jungkook as another shot rang out. They would be in their new position any second now. You eyed the second story even though you knew you wouldn’t be able to see anything. Suddenly, Jungkook pushed you both to the right as a shot pierced the location you were in previously. You stared wide-eyed at the prior spot.

Oh, right. His spidey senses.

“I’m not leaving without you,” he said and shoved you both out of the way of another bullet. You hoped the bullets weren’t piercing the bottom of the ship.

“Think rationally for once, please,” you cried. “I think they have a vendetta against you. I-I don’t know for sure but they’re probably going to hurt you for whatever they want.”

“Who doesn’t?” Jungook said, half-joking. You opened your mouth to reply but Jungkook grabbed your body and held it against his tightly when the fourth shot fired. You ignored the way your heart jumped at the press of your body on his. “Look, it’s all the more reason for me to stay. That means they can hurt you, too.”

You wished he would listen to you for once. You shook your head frantically.

“They’re saving whatever it is for you. Please, baby, leave,” you rushed. Jungkook’s eyes automatically softened at the pet name, tightening his hold on your waist. He hasn’t heard you call him that in a long while and he couldn’t deny he missed it.

He instantly regretted the past few days. The separation was dreadful and he felt like an idiot for not coming to his senses sooner. Now, you were in danger, and it could possibly end in you dying.

No.

He wasn’t having that.

He wasn’t going to let you die; especially, without you knowing how truly sorry he was for being so thick-headed.

“We’re getting out together,” he declared and shot a web string to an opposing ship before you could protest.

“No, no, no, wait Jungkook I-“ you tried to warn as he pulled on the string to evacuate the ship. Your sentence was cut off by your own screams when a shock emitted from the device in your neck. You squirmed in his arms and reached behind your neck, one arm still tightly around Jungkook’s neck so you didn’t fall. That couldn’t happen though, since Jungkook had a killer grip around your waist.

Alarmed, Jungkook dropped to the ship’s deck mid-swing. Despite the abrupt stop, he landed with a soft thud. He held you in his arms as he sat on the deck, eyes wide as he watched your body jerk instinctively. He didn’t know what was happening; he didn’t know how to help.

“Yn?” He exclaimed and stared down. He felt so stupid just watching you writhe in pain.

“She’ll be fine,” an unfamiliar voice to Jungkook said. “It’s just a little pinch.”

Through your pain, you saw K approached both of you.

“Go,” you gasped between breaths to Jungkook. You weakly smacked his chest in hopes he’d get the urgency, but he didn’t move. Why is he being so stupid?

“What are you doing to her?” Jungkook growled, arms still cradling you as he glared up at the man. He felt protective of you tenfold.

“I’m glad you asked,” K said with an ominous smile. “Let’s find out.”

Kangdae pounced and attempted to attach something to Jungkook. Jungkook was forced to move away from you as K attacked. You slumped to the floor, the shocks still coursing from the device. You were growing fatigued at the constant pain, but you tried to hold onto whatever strength you had. You couldn’t help Jungkook, but you didn’t want to leave him either.

You watched helplessly as Jungkook backflipped from Kangdae. Jungkook connected a web to the unknown device in K’s hand—preparing to yank it from his grasp. K’s baleful smile was similar to alarms alerting impending danger. Before Jungkook could react, the device was clicked on and Jungkook suddenly fell to the floor, body twitching as shocks went through the web and to Jungkook directly. The shocks must be surging stronger than yours since they crippled Jungkook immediately. You screamed internally as Jungkook hit the floor. It was all you could do since your body was immobile from your own shocks.

You were so focused on K and Jungkook that you didn’t see the pair of feet stop before you. They picked up the device K had left and swiftly turned off the shocks from your chip. You weakly looked up to see who it was.

The last thing you saw before you blackout from exhaustion was Seokjin's face—a ghost of a frown on his lips.

A/N: After talking to some of you, I think we can all conclude SpiderKook best boy. ^-^ Also, I hope all the POV switching wasn’t confusing. I tried to keep a pattern to reduce the puzzlement.

What do you think is going to happen in the last chapter? c;

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Warning Signs || jjk | 1

“Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader

⚠️ Rating/Genre: PG-13; Action, angst, light fluff, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Warnings: Mentions of weapons 

⚠️ Word count: 5.7k

⚠️ Author’s Note: Thank you for all the support I have received so far with my SBaFL universe! I hope you enjoy Warning Signs (WS). I’m really anxious about this series hehehehhehefvjflkskfdgh

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii (Thank you for being my Mary Jane/Gwen Stacy to my Peter Parker ^♡^)

⚠️ Taglist: @jobetspot​​​,  @gukssunshinerecs // [CLOSED]

SBaFL au | main masterlist

begin your adventure | ws mp | swing forward  ↠

“Does he normally do this?”

You sat on Jungkook’s bed, books and papers scattered around you as you worked on your essay on your laptop. You had taken a break to grab your water bottle only to see Jungkook hanging from the ceiling by one of his webs. His knees were bent, feet touching each other, and a book in front of his face. He was sitting perfectly fine on his desk chair the last time you saw him—which was only seven minutes ago.

Yoongi, Jungkook’s roommate and best friend, glanced up from his own laptop. His gaze rose to Jungkook briefly before turning to you. His face didn’t change as he did so, which confirmed your question. Nevertheless, Yoongi replied.

“He’s been doing it for years,” he shrugged and went back to his work. He was never a talker unless he felt it was necessary. Jungkook must’ve been too engrossed with his book to have heard the conversation since he didn’t even twitch at the sound of your voices. To this, you grabbed an eraser and chucked it at him. You watched in fascination as Jungkook used his other hand to catch the pink rubber object, eyes still focused on his book. It wasn’t the first time you’ve done this just to test his “Jungkook tingle,” but it was still hypnotizing to watch.

“What did I do to you?” Jungkook complained and slowly peered over his book at you. You smiled at him sweetly.

“Oh, how did that get there?” You asked innocently and placed your bottle back on Jungkook’s bedside table. He narrowed his eyes at you playfully before tossing his book down on his chair beneath him. Your eyes followed his movements as he rose up to the ceiling, crawling until he was directly above you then gently lowering himself so he was face to face with you. He reached down and placed the eraser next to you. 

“Just because you’re called Spider-Man doesn’t mean you have to act like a spider all the time,” you murmured as you reached up to tug on his locks that were hanging down by gravity.

“That doesn’t sound like fun,” he teased and puckered his lips, hinting at what he wanted. Giggling, you softly pressed your mouth upon his, nose brushing his chin.

“I thought you both were supposed to be studying,” Yoongi’s voice rang out in the quiet room. Jungkook tangled one of his hands in your hair to keep you still while he shooed Yoongi with the other. Yoongi gruffed at Jungkook’s action but didn’t say anything else.

You whined quietly as he kept his lips on yours. You didn’t mind PDA but you also didn’t want to intrude on a space that wasn’t yours. Although you’ve known Jungkook for years, you never hung out with Yoongi one-on-one. You were always with someone else when you were together. You never knew why but that’s just what kept happening.

A sudden knock at the door pulled Jungkook away and he hastily fell from the ceiling, landing on the bed with a small bounce and an oof.

“Yn?” A voice rang out from the other side. 

“Come in,” Yoongi called out. The door slowly opened to reveal Taehyung standing in the doorway, a tan messenger bag hanging around his lean hip.

“Hey Tae,” you greeted with a smile. He returned a boxy one and nodded toward the dorm’s hallway.

“You ready to go?” He asked and you quickly looked at the clock. Damn, you had forgotten you’d promised to help him with one of his assignments. You began grabbing your materials and stuffing them in your backpack.

“Sorry, I got caught up with something,” you said, glancing at Jungkook. His lips twitched as he tried to hide his smirk. You silently cursed him and tugged on a piece of paper that was stuck under his butt. He leaned to the side and watched you frown at the now crinkled paper.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly and handed you the other papers and books that were near him. As you were zipping your bag, Jungkook’s phone dinged. He had adjusted the settings so the ringtone was different for Spider-Man’s needs. 

It was that ringtone. 

Your movements halted at the sound and you snapped your gaze to his. You knew this meant he had to go. You were sure your heart would repeatedly race at the sound since any of these moments could be a last. Although you tried to hide it, Jungkook always saw the melancholy look in your eyes. He leaned forward, pecking your lips with a calming smile.

“I’ll see you later, babe,” he said reassuringly. To Taehyung, this meant you and Jungkook were going to hang out later tonight. To you, this meant he would come back alive. You nodded solemnly and rose to your feet, backpack slung over your shoulder. You quickly leaned down and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, mumbling ‘I love you’ in his hair, before walking to Tae. Jungkook mouthed the words back as you moved away.

“Bye Yoongi,” you said. Yoongi gave a small wave as you walked out and down the hall. As you and Tae stepped out of the male’s dorm, you saw a hint of red and blue fly past in your peripheral.

By the middle of the semester, you found it difficult to balance work and your personal life. Every time you had scheduled a night with Jungkook, something came up. Whether it was Spider-Man business or it was one of your group members wanting to meet. Fate was not in your favor.

While Jungkook was normally a studious student, he wasn’t doing as well as he could in his classes. His content was brilliant; there was no argument he was a genius, but his professors knew he wasn’t reaching his fullest potential. You knew it, too. You were nervous this would happen when you both entered university. There was no way he could spend all night fighting off criminals and have enough energy to complete all his assignments in a timely manner. He managed, somehow, but for how long could he keep that up? Whenever you brought up the topic he would assure you he was fine—mentally, physically, and academically. You questioned this, but he would simply shut you up with a kiss. You hated how effective that was on you. You really ought to be stronger. Stupid soft lips of his.

You grabbed your phone to check the time. He was supposed to meet you at the on-campus Panda Express ten minutes ago. You weren’t too annoyed at his tardiness since it was to be expected. Naturally, you should just arrive late as well, but the ‘what if he shows up on time’ question is what always made you come a little earlier.

“Hey, jagi,” a breathless voice greeted from behind you. You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders, those sinful lips pressing against your head before he took the seat next to you. You took a moment to examine his state. He was panting slightly as he slumped in the booth. He must’ve changed quickly and rushed inside. His hair was tousled, loose clothes around his lean body, and… Blood?

Jungkook caught the way your eyes grew and he quickly darted out his tongue, swiping up the blood that was drying on his cut lip. He flashed you his prominent bunny-esque smile in hopes to distract whatever was running through your mind.

“Are you hungry? I can go order us some food,” he said and he fished out his wallet. You simply nodded, mind still on the cut. It was small and shouldn’t have affected you. It wasn’t his first cut nor would it be his last. Though seeing him injured would always make you feel panicked. 

“I’m on it. Wait here,” he answered and quickly slid out and jogged to the counter. There was only one person ahead of him so it wasn’t going to take long. You watched silently as he adjusted his clothes as he waited in line. His hair was damp at the ends and he brushed the strands from his eyes. A small smile formed on your lips as you selfishly admired his form. Although most of your peers in high school found him awkward and scrawny, there was always something that lured you to him—way before he got bit by that spider. Perhaps it was his round eyes or the cute mole under his soft lips… Or maybe it was the way his high-pitched laugh whenever he found something hilarious that made your insides melt. A sudden vibration in your pocket tore you away from your boyfriend’s figure.

Docks. Tomorrow. Midnight sharp.

7:27 pm

Your smile instantly fell at the message. Your eyes lingered on the words, scanning over the text numerous times. Your hands grew clammy as you realized this was really going to happen. This was going to be your first time leaving the dorms to travel off campus after eleven. You were used to not being in your dorms after eleven, but you were usually at the library studying. This time, however, you weren’t leaving to go to the library. You were leaving to go to a foreign place. 

Alone.

Inhaling deeply, you slid your phone back and jumped at the sound of something landing on the table. Jungkook set down the to-go boxes, tossed you a pair of chopsticks, and set down both of your drinks.

“What’s wrong? Did I get the wrong thing?” Jungkook questioned when he saw your expression. He couldn’t quite place what you were feeling and that worried him. He was skilled at reading you after knowing and dating you for years. This was new to him. It started happening a few weeks ago but he brushed it off to thinking you were just stressed with how your life was changing. College was a new experience; especially, having to move out of your parent’s home for the first time. While Jungkook understood where you were coming from, it didn’t hit him too hard. He guessed he was used to being a little more independent than you since it was only him and Aunt May.

“No,” you replied and broke apart your chopsticks. “It’s perfect. Thank you, Kookie.” You forced a small smile on your lips. He hummed in reply and quickly began to eat his meal. His eyebrows rose, eyes growing wide as a satisfying hum left his throat as he chewed. He’ll ponder about what was going on with you later. Right now, he really needed some fuel. 

Once you both finished your meals, Jungkook cleaned up your messes and sat back down. The conversation of assignments was quick and soon changed to Jungkook detailing his adventures. Although the crimes he fought were smaller than he wanted (Mr. Stark insisted he builds up his skills before he handles the “big boys”), he still found them exciting. Conversations constantly ended with him retelling his exciting experiences. While you never minded since this was far more interesting than hearing about your five-page-12-point-font-with-Times-News-Roman essay, part of you wished you had exciting stories to tell in return. Your life seemed so mundane and minuscule compared to his. 

“Seriously! This guy was dressed as me—Spider-Man! He claimed he was even me, well not me but the real Spider-Man, and he was robbing a clothing store,” Jungkook scoffed, lowering his voice when he mentioned the masked hero. “What makes him think I would even shop there?”

You raised your hand to hit his chest at his question. You knew he could’ve easily stopped your movement with his quick reflexes, but he didn’t. Instead, he brought a hand to his chest, rubbing it with a small frown directed at you.

“What? Those clothes didn’t fit my style,” he grumbled.

“I thought the point was he was trying to ruin your image,” you replied and flicked his thigh. He flinched at the motion and swatted your hand away.

“Please,” he continued with a shake of his head. “That guy’s suit—it wasn’t even a suit by the way—was totally off-brand. It was too snug and the material was flimsy. He looked like a giant baby whose Halloween costume was three sizes too small.”

Your eyes rolled playfully at his response. You figured the robber must’ve bought the outfit at a local store. You lost track of how many Spider-Man costumes you saw in stores that weren’t even designed for clothes. His name was everywhere. While you were proud of all his accomplishments, it made you wonder if he truly needed someone as small as you—not small in size but small in popularity. He was loved by so many. Was your love adequate in comparison?

“Shit, it’s pretty late,” Jungkook announced after glancing at his watch. “Don’t wanna be late for tomorrow’s class.” You knew he made the latter comment for you. He didn’t mind being a few minutes tardy, but he knew you were the opposite. You were punctual and got angsty at not being at least five minutes early. He slid from the booth with ease and offered his hand for assistance. You thanked him quietly as you took it.

The walk from the female’s dorm to the male’s dorm was longer than you would have liked, which means you’d have had to part paths sooner than desired. However, Jungkook insisted he’d walk you to your dorm rather than walk separately. Normally, you would try to argue and claim you were tough enough to defend yourself, but you knew the argument was a lost cause. You knew, in reality, it was smarter for Jungkook to walk with you, but you didn’t want to seem too defenseless. 

“Are you positive everything’s okay, Yn?” He questioned when you both neared your dorm building. You glanced up from your feet to look at Jungkook. The moon’s light shone down to highlight the top of his head and part of his face. Your response was delayed as you took a moment to admire his features for the second time tonight. You weren’t sure if he was prettier under the moon’s light or the sun’s light. 

“Why do you ask?” You countered after a moment too long.

“You looked upset when I came back with the food earlier,” he answered. The phone in your pocket suddenly felt hot in your jeans.

“I got a notification for a grade when you came back,” you lied, holding his gaze. You hoped he couldn’t detect the lie since you usually couldn’t look someone in the eyes when you lied. However, breaking eye contact would be a direct sign of you, indeed, lying to Jungkook. At this point, you were sure he could feel how clammy your hand was in his. The urge to pull away made your fingers twitch.

Jungkook’s stare was intense as he searched your face. He wanted to believe you but something wasn’t right. It hasn’t been for a few weeks. He wasn’t sure if it was due to his spidey-sense or his Jungkook-sense. Was he just being paranoid?

His lips dipped into a frown as he tugged you to his body in a hug. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled in your hair. “I’m sure you tried your best and that’s what matters, right? I know how hard you work,” he continued. You closed your eyes as you pressed the side of your face against his chest and locked your fingers behind his back. His body heat was a contrast to the night’s chilly breeze. You automatically eased at his secure embrace, body melting into his as if he was the perfect mold you fit into. 

“It’s not too late to get ice cream,” he said and pulled away slightly, keeping you in his arms but far enough to read your face. His tone was playful, but you knew he was being genuine. You offered him a small smile, shaking your head.

“‘M full,” you mumbled to which he chuckled.

“Well if you change your mind, I’m one swing away,” he teased and continued the walk to your building. When he arrived at the building’s steps, he followed you in despite your pleads not to. You were safe indoors, which meant you no longer needed him to escort you. Plus, males were not allowed inside the dorms past 9 pm. However, the RA was too distracted arguing on the phone to notice the intruder.

Jungkook grabbed your waist before you could twist your doorknob after unlocking it. He lowered his voice so he didn’t catch anyone’s attention. 

“I was serious when I said I’d bring you ice cream if you change your mind. It doesn’t even have to be ice cream. I can get you those gummies you really like,” he smiled and gave your waist a consoling squeeze. 

“I’ll be okay,” you answered, running your hands up and down his arms. His bare skin felt cold under yours, small bumps scattered across them to show how the chilly air outside affected his body. You moved your arms slightly faster to warm him. He smiled at your action and gave you another squeeze. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow then?” He nodded and ducked his head down to meet your lips in a soft kiss. 

“I’ll bring you that tea you like,” he added and reluctantly removed his hands from your body. There was a pang in your chest at his gentle words. You could tell he was trying to make you feel better, however, it only made you feel guilty. Maybe you shouldn’t go to the docks tomorrow…

“Love you,” he whispered hastily when he heard footsteps approaching around the corner. You repeated the words, giving him a final peck before sneaking into your room. 

“Well don’t you have the most adorable boyfriend ever?” Your roommate teased as you locked the door behind you. You jerked at the unexpected comment. The room was dark except for her small reading light. You figured she would’ve been asleep by now since she usually turns in earlier than most college students. 

Jihyun’s academic style was very similar to yours: work ahead to stay on top of deadlines, study for all A’s, and get a good night’s sleep for a clear head the next day. At first impression, this was not expected. She had an RBF that made you question if this situation would work out; however, she surprised you once the semester started. She was chirpy, honest, and overall a kind human being. You both were not that close, but you didn’t mind. You barely had time for your own friends to make a new one. So far you haven't had a problem with her. You had both agreed that having company was fine as long as they didn’t stay for longer than three hours. It might seem like a silly rule, but it allowed you both to stay on top of assignments and not distract each other for too long. This being said, you haven’t really met her friends and she hasn’t met yours. 

“Yeah,” you offered a small smile and placed your keys on its hook. “He’s very good to me.”

You began grabbing your pajamas and your toiletries. While you could leave some of your toiletries in the shared bathroom, you decided against it. Maybe you’ll change your mind later but it felt odd not to clean up around someone you didn’t know. 

“Very handsome, too,” she added, which had you quirk an eyebrow at her. She hadn’t met Jungkook much since he was too busy fighting crime or cramming to complete an assignment. Plus, you found more comfort in his and Yoongi’s dorm than your own. It felt more like home there. She hadn’t really spoken about him until now. 

“He is,” you trailed off. Jealousy was not something you felt often. You were confident Jungkook would never cheat on you. Even after his sudden change in his physique in high school from the spider bite, you trusted he wouldn’t fall for the girls who began to flirt with him. You were actually flattered to have such a gorgeous boyfriend. However, with Spider-Man’s growing popularity, that confidence was slowly etching away. Though Jihyun didn’t know who he really was and that’s who she was talking about. Jungkook—not Spider-Man.

“Sorry,” she chuckled and closed her book when she sensed your wariness. “I just realized how little we know each other tonight. We should change that. I know it’s already the middle of the semester, but it’s never too late, right? We have the rest of the year together.”

You took a second to ponder her suggestion. It was true you were stuck with her for the remainder of the year. Although you felt like you didn’t have time, you agreed to her request. 

“Cool,” she smiled. “Maybe this weekend we can hang out. We could bring our friends, too, to make it less awkward”

“I can ask them,” you answered. She nodded at your agreement, pleased with your response. 

“Great. I think this will be nice for us to get to know each other,” she said and laid down on her pillow. You agreed again before changing and brushing your teeth in the bathroom. You weren’t sure what just transpired since it was an unexpected request, but you figured it’d be fine. It was best to befriend your roommate than stay strangers. 

“No,” Yoongi said as soon as you finished your question the next day. 

“Why not?” You whined and stuck your bottom lip out. Yoongi snickered at your reaction.

“That may work for Jungkook, but it won’t for me. Sorry, you don’t pass my cute check,” he joked and grabbed his headband. You scoffed at his reply. 

“You can leave after an hour,” you bargained. He glanced at you before sliding on his band. 

“Make it thirty minutes,” he countered and adjusted his band without glancing in the mirror. He must wear those a lot to not have to see how it looks. 

“Fine,” you huffed and stood from Jungkook’s bed. You had hoped to find Jungkook in his room, but Yoongi informed you he was at the library to catch up on his assignments. You decided to take this opportunity to ask Yoongi if he’d hang out with you and your roommate this weekend; however, you weren’t expecting him to turn you down so quickly.

Just as you were about to leave, Yoongi’s voice stopped you.

“I wouldn’t go see him now.”

You turned your body to face him, a puzzled look on your face. You knew he was referring to Jungkook, but you didn’t understand the reason behind his request. Seeing the confusion on your face, he continued, “He’s further behind than he told you. Your visit will only delay him more.”

You knew Yoongi didn’t mean to sound curt, and part of you agreed with him, but you wanted to spend any free time you had with your busy boyfriend. “I could help him,” you argued. Yoongi nodded before he turned on his laptop and pulled out his speakers.

“Maybe,” he said. “But it wouldn’t last long. He could fail his classes and repeat his freshman year. I would probably wait until tomorrow to see him.”

Your gaze moved from Yoongi to Jungkook’s empty bed. It was semi-made with a few books laying on top. You then glanced at all his belongings, imagining them gone if he had to move out of the dorms if he were to drop out. Despite Jungkook being incredibly smart, you knew repeating classes was not something he’d enjoy. He’d get tired of it and find more pleasure in being Spider-Man that he’d eventually remove academics from his equation. That wasn’t what he wanted either, but if he had to choose…

“Okay,” you concurred quietly as you shuffled your feet to the door. Yoongi glanced at you after setting up his equipment. You were aware of his mixing in his spare time, but you never had the chance to listen to it. Part of you wanted to stay to hear the “soon-to-be-Grammy-winning-artist”, as Jungkok described, but you didn’t want to sulk around him.

“He’ll be here tomorrow,” Yoongi assured as you stepped out of their room. “He’s not going anywhere.”

Your steps faltered at his words. Were your feelings really written on your sleeves?

You paused in the hallway, taking a moment to truly see who Yoongi was. This was your first time interacting with him one-on-one and you slowly realized that behind the quiet front, he was an outspoken person when it came to telling the truth and protecting his friends. You were grateful Jungkook had someone like him to guard him—even if it was from you.

Your footsteps felt heavy with each step. It was as if someone was pouring concrete in your shoes every time you placed one foot in front of the other. The little voice inside your head told you this feeling was a sign to turn back, but your feet didn’t listen.

You wanted to be something more—something meaningful to society. If Jungkook were to die tomorrow, his legacy as Spider-Man would live on. If you were to die tomorrow, you would be another breeze in the wind. There had to be something you could do that would leave a positive impression without requiring superhuman powers.

The first warning sign should’ve been how you found out about this group. Like most things nowadays, you found them online. They claimed to be a newly formed group, named Vapor, to protect Seoul from underground gangs. While Spider-Man tried to handle these issues, he couldn’t be in two places at once. There were simply too many crimes happening to completely eradicate them all. Maybe if you helped take them down, it would allow Jungkook to feel less pressured to rid Seoul of all evil.

You had told yourself you were doing this for yourself and for society; however, there was a part of you who was doing this for Jungkook, too. He was a great Spider-Man, but even Spider-Man needed his rest. The police also tried their best to protect the city, but it wasn’t enough. Once a group was defeated, they would rise from the ashes a few days later. It was as if two heads grew back if you cut off one. Maybe if you got into this group, you could have exciting stories to share with Jungkook as well.

The dockyard was in your sights now. It was eerie to be near a deserted place this late, but you supposed they couldn’t meet at a café to discuss taking down the undergrounds. The water splashing against the docked boats and ships looked black, reminding you of an abyss waiting to encompass you in its grip. The wood beneath your feet creaked as you walked past the empty vessels. You gripped the small switchblade you had in your jacket pocket that you bought earlier this week. Your heart raced at the thought of someone jumping from one of them and grabbing you, so you mentally prepared yourself for a fight. Thankfully, the ship you were supposed to enter was in the middle and not at the end.

Slowly, you approached the tall ship. It was white, like most of the ships and boats here, and had two black stripes that ran horizontally along its sides. There was an upper deck and one more story with windows scattering its walls. The windows must’ve been tinted somehow because you couldn’t see anything through them. It was bigger than you thought, but there was nothing special about it. The only indication it was the one you were looking for was the small dent in its side. You wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren’t for the text message you received an hour ago.

There was a short walkway that led to the ship. The bridge was not the most sturdy. It didn’t bend at your weight but you were sure if enough people were on it, it would. This would be your first time stepping on board a ship. You’ve ridden in a few boats and luckily were not motion sick. 

As soon as you stepped down on the ship’s deck, two large hooded figures clutched your arms and pulled you to the center of the ship. Your wiggling in their arms was useless as they firmly held you.

“Relax,” a male voice whispered in your ear to which you froze. This person was a lot younger than you expected. You peered at their face but it was too covered in their hood’s shadow to see anything. “It’s just protocol.”

When you arrived at the desired destination, one of the men let you go. The other, who had spoken to you earlier, crouched down behind you and placed their hands on your ankles. You kicked at his hands but he simply tightened his hold to keep your legs still.

“I have to frisk you,” he explained and waited for you to relax. He began patting up your legs after you stopped moving. When he neared your butt, you jerked away.

“Don’t,” you warned. “There’s nothing there.” When the man looked up, you could see his soft features under the moonlight and the subtle mole at the top of his lip. His face was foreign to you, but you figured he must be your age or a few years older. For some reason, you weren’t expecting other people around your age to be here. You guessed it wasn’t too bizarre, though. After all, weren’t you here, too?

He kept your gaze, no doubt trying to see if you were being truthful before he nodded and continued to pat your lower back, skipping the desired area. His hand slipped inside your jacket pocket and pulled out the small switchblade. He raised an eyebrow at you then continued. When he was satisfied, he nodded at his partner. 

You resisted the urge to glower at them as you rubbed your sore arms once the other released you. They took a few steps back, placed their hands in front of them, and waited. You eyed them as they simply watched you. You spotted the glint from their hips and figured they were carrying some sort of weapon. You didn’t like the way your heart beat against your ribcage rapidly. This was starting to become too strange for you. 

You took the chance to survey your surroundings while you waited for who knows what. You were sure you would get lost if you were to be in the ship’s corridors. You couldn’t see any lights inside and it made you wonder if there were even people inside. If all hell broke loose, you could jump into the water. That wasn’t ideal since it would be freezing, but you could swim and the dock wasn’t that far. The water was calm enough to not get sucked under the current, too.

“Assessing the area,” a new male voice erupted in the silence. “That’s a good start.” Your eyes snapped to where the voice was coming from. Stalking toward you was a tall man, whose figure was leaner than you’d expect for the head of the organization. For some reason, you expected a bigger, meaner-looking fella. You should stop watching all those mafia shows. His hair was light but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact color in the darkness.

“You must be Minji,” he greeted and held out his hand. Since you had met online, you had used an alias. You didn’t trust these people enough to give out your personal information. Maybe this should’ve been your second warning sign.

You placed your hand in his and were surprised at his warm touch. You had expected his hand to be cold from the cool temperature. “I’m Kangdae, but K works, too.” You nodded and slipped your hand from his.

“Are you cold? Let’s move inside,” he suggested as a chilly breeze blew past you, pushing your hair from your face and making your nose cold.

“I’m fine out here actually,” you replied. Like you had thought earlier, you had a better chance of escaping from the deck than the maze inside. You had no idea about the ship’s layout and you didn’t want to be in trouble while deep in their territory. K paused at your answer. His eyes roamed your frame and took in your thin layered clothes. He must have known you were cold. However, he didn’t argue, just nodded.

“Very well,” he responded then glanced over your shoulders at the two figures behind you. “Is she clean?”

“Yes sir,” they responded in unison. K smiled and moved his eyes to you again. His smile was oddly kind, but you could detect a sinister undertone. It was a smile designed to lure in unsuspecting prey, but you refused to fall for it.

“We’re just going to get to know each other. Maybe find out what your skills are then see where we can place you,” K explained and started walking to a nearby sitting area. There was a small round table in the middle of two chairs and a bench—all designed out of wood. He gestured for you to follow and you obliged, taking note of the two pairs of feet following you. 

As soon as you sat down, the sound of a door opening and closing echoed through the night. Both yours and K’s heads turned to the sound. A man emerged with a feminine arm wrapped around his arm. He seemed slightly uncomfortable at the action but he didn’t remove her hold. The girl was speaking as they walked closer but the man’s focus wasn’t on her.

It was on you.

“Ahh, great!” K exclaimed as he recognized the two. He turned back to you, eyes sparkling in the darkness with an unknown emotion. “Minji meet Jaehwa. She’s known for her gnarly bite,” he teased as they approached the sitting area. The woman, Jaehwa, rolled her eyes but lived up to her reputation by playfully biting the air at K. Kangdae chuckled then turned toward the man.

“I’m sure you know who this is. He’s the soon-to-be CEO of Kim Enterprises,” K began dramatically. It mimicked the way one would introduce a wrestler to a crowd. Your eyes looked past K and to the man who hadn’t taken his eye off you since he spotted you. The chill that ran down your spine was definitely not from the chilly weather, but rather because of...

“Mr. Kim Seokjin.”

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Warning Signs || jjk | 2

“Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader

⚠️ Rating/Genre: PG-13; Action, crime, angst, light fluff, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Warnings: Weapons use (guns, knives), injuries (cuts), physical fights (punches, hits, the usual hehe), me trying to be witty, Jungkook’s dumb

⚠️ Word count: 6.4k

⚠️ Author’s Note: Welcome back! ^-^ Enjoy.

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii​​ (Muah)

⚠️ Taglist: @jobetspot​​, @gukssunshinerecs, @shatzkrinslinzki​​ // [CLOSED]

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You weren’t sure how long you’ve been holding your breath. Your heart skidded to a halt when your eyes met his in the moonlight. Funny how the eyes can be so deceiving at times. Seokjin’s chocolate eyes were glued to yours, the corners soft as they took in your appearance. Despite knowing his criminal background, he resembled a young man whose happiest moment would be to lounge in his room playing video games in solace. Perhaps that was true, but he didn’t seem like the dangerous man you knew he was. His being in the organization should’ve been your third warning sign.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jaehwa’s voice broke out. She extended her hand and you cautiously placed yours in hers. Seokjin mimicked her action and you hesitated. Here was the man who kidnapped you and tried to kill Spider-Man. You wanted nothing more than to chuck him over the ship’s railing.

“He may look intimidating, but he’s not,” Kangdae chuckled when he noticed how you wavered. Biting on the inside of your cheek, you swiftly shook his hand to avoid suspicion. You were anxious Jin was going to expose your true name and declare you two already knew each other. You didn’t know if that would affect your potential membership status, but you didn’t want to find out. You were in a precarious situation. Seokjin, however, showed no interest in outing you, which had you relaxing in your seat slightly.

“Now that we are all acquainted, let’s get started,” K smiled, gesturing for the two guests to sit before looking at you again. “Tell us why you want to join and what you can offer us.”

By the time you began to depart, it was two in the morning. You felt exhausted but that feeling was masked by the energy you used to keep your guard up. You were unsure of how your “interview” went since you did not have much experience in fighting crime. The most you’ve done was chase out a rat for your elderly neighbor. Nevertheless, K found you interesting enough to have accepted you. Part of you was excited to start making a name out of yourself, to put your life to good use, but the other part was wary. You were sure if Jin wasn’t here, you would have been more comfortable. After all, no one tried to attack you and the conversation between K and Jaehwa was oddly calm and… Pleasant?

“Minji, huh?” Seokjin’s voice sounded behind you. You were nearing the walkway at the edge of the ship before your footsteps stopped in their tracks, whipping around to face him. He barely spoke ten words, claiming he was too tired from his work to contribute to tonight’s conversation. 

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, peering over his shoulder to see K and Jaehwa step inside the ship’s interior. It was just you and Jin on the deck now. The other two men had followed the pair inside.

Seokjin scoffed. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? What does Spider-Man think of you being here at two in the morning?”

You clenched your fists inside your jacket pockets. Luckily, you were able to get your switchblade back. “This has nothing to do with him. How did you get out of prison?”

Seokjin smiled at your question and you hated how pretty it was. He didn’t deserve to have such a charming smile. “I have a lot of money,” he shrugged as if that explained it. You supposed in some ways it did, but money can’t fix all the world’s problems. There had to be more to that, but he didn’t elaborate.

“You don’t have to worry about your little secret alias,” he commented. “I’m a changed man.” You almost snorted at his reply. Was he being serious right now?

“How so?” You challenged. You shouldn’t even be talking to him, but your curiosity was piqued. Vapor was meant to stop the bad guys, not help them. So why was Kim Seokjin a part of it? You wanted to believe he did change because you wanted to feel safe in the organization. You wanted to be a part of something valuable.

“For starters, I don’t want to kill your boyfriend anymore. You’re still together, right?” He asked, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. You weren’t sure what he was insinuating, but it didn’t rub you right. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“That’s a shame,” he continued when you didn’t reply. “I always thought you and Namjoon would be a good match. Oh! Or that Taehyung guy. I heard he took a bullet for you at the arcade.”

The fingers around your switchblade twitched and the urge to shove him overboard was growing. Why did he have to be so insufferable? Jin chuckled at your expression.

“Too soon? I was only joking,” he added and gave you a kind smile. “Jungkook is a sufficient partner.”

The way Jin was acting made you feel like you were on a merry-go-round at a playground. It should be obvious. Jin was deceiving. He was trying to get you to like him. If he was bad, so was this organization. Despite all this, however, you stayed. 

“Who else have you told? About his identity,” you questioned when the realization hit you. He had powerful information that he could use as leverage. 

“No one,” Seokjin replied. You squint your eyes at him in suspicion. Surely he had told someone. It would give him more power over his competitors. “Aren’t we on the same team now? Fighting criminals?”

“Why all of a sudden? Why did you even go after him in the first place?” The last time you had seen Seokjin was when he was webbed down in an abandoned barn where he kept you hostage. It turned out to be part of Kim Enterprises property and Jin had constructed his own hidden bunker underneath. It explained why you had smelled hay despite seeing none. The interior of the bunker and the barn were stark contrasts. That was three years ago. You weren’t sure how long he’s been out of prison but it seemed it didn’t take him long to get out. So where has he been all this time?

Jin tilted his head as he thought, looking past your shoulder to stare off at the water. “I’ve had time to reflect, you know?” You watched as he adjusted his gaze to yours again. You took the chance to analyze his face. It didn’t seem like he changed too much physically. Perhaps his hair was lighter and his physique was slightly bigger than the last time you saw him, but that was it. 

“I don’t believe you,” you said, mentally stomping your foot on the floor and crossing your arms. He didn’t seem to hold the anger he had years ago, but it would be foolish to forgive him so easily. After everything he's done, how could you?

“I figured so,” he spoke calmly. “How about we talk it out over lunch?”

“Lunch?” You laughed mirthlessly. “The last time you took me out to eat, you blew up the building.”

“Touché,” he chuckled. How could he react so calmly to that? “That was to lure Spider-Man out though. It wasn’t meant to hurt you; I protected you, remember? And since I’m not after Spider-Man,” he trailed off.

“Spider-Man protected me,” you corrected then added firmly, “The answer is still no.” You walked closer to the bridge. It would probably be three by the time you got back and you had to be awake in four hours for your 8 am class. This was the latest you’ve stayed up in a long time and you were sure it was going to take a toll on you. 

As you were about to take a step on the stairs that lead to the walkway you stopped, realizing something. “You never answered my second question: Why him in the first place?”

Seokjin watched you carefully, lips twitching in a frown at your question. “That’s a story for another time, Yn.” His voice was strangely soft with a hint of sadness. You were aware of his and Namjoon’s past friendship, but you couldn’t recall him and Jungkook having a history. It didn’t make sense why he seemed so upset. It made you want to comfort him, but you couldn’t. 

You shouldn’t. 

You shook your head to yourself at your ridiculous thoughts. You didn’t even know where they were coming from. You needed to remember he had caused you harm. That being three years ago didn’t change that. 

“It was nice to see you again, gorgeous,” his voice rang out as you made your way down the walkway. He wasn’t going to give you an answer and you had stayed long enough. 

“Feeling not mutual,” you mumbled underneath your breath, keeping your eyes cast forward as you made your way from the ship. 

This was your first time being tardy to a class in four years. 

Thankfully your first class was a required course, which meant the class size was large enough to be held in an equally large room. This made it easy to slip into the back row undetected. However, this was undetected to everyone but the man seated near the front. 

Jungkook’s gaze caught yours as you quietly slipped into an empty seat. He stared at you, doe-eyes scanning your entire body as he tried to figure out what happened. He was aware of your perfect attendance record and was apprehensive when you didn’t step into the classroom at exactly eight. Normally, you would be at least five minutes early, but he figured you had a long night studying. When it was five minutes past eight, he began to panic. He almost bolted from the room to find you, but Jimin had reasoned that everyone had their off days. Maybe it was finally yours and he was just being overly protective. 

Although his spidey-sense didn’t include sensing your presence, his Jungkook one did. He couldn’t quite explain how, but there was an aura around you that he could feel. Perhaps it formed over years of being near you. The moment he felt your presence was the moment he let go of the breath he was holding. You were alive. You were safe. Jungkook started to rise from his seat but a shake of your head stopped him. 

You lifted a hand, formed the “okay” sign, then diverted your attention to the professor. You being late was bad enough. You didn’t need to be behind in your notes, too. 

You spent the remainder of the lecture taking notes and trying your hardest to not look at Jungkook. You were sure the lesson was going through one of his ears and out the other. He could barely keep his eyes off you; Jimin kept having to nudge him to get his attention on the professor instead. 

As soon as the class was dismissed, he rushed to your seat. You were sure if he could, he would have just swung to you. It would’ve been faster after all. 

“Are you okay?” Were the first words that came tumbling out of his mouth. You finished packing up your materials before glancing at him. He looked so pure with his round eyes and lips parted slightly in worry. 

“Yeah, just studied too hard for the first time,” you responded. “I guess my perfect attendance was meant to be tested in university,” you tried to joke to ease the concern in his eyes. It wasn’t successful. 

“I went to your room last time but you weren’t there. Your roommate said you might’ve been at the library but you weren’t there either,” he said. He didn’t need to continue for you to know his secret question: he wanted to know where you were. You hoped he didn’t notice the sharp inhale you took. 

“What time was that?” You questioned and tried to keep your tone nonchalant. 

“Around a quarter till midnight,” he replied. “I figured you’d be asleep anyway but Yoongi told me you stopped by earlier. I wanted to check on you.” 

By that time you had already left for the docks. “I found a new study area on campus. It’s quiet and more comfortable than the wooden chairs in the library.” Was it bad that coming up with lies was getting easier?

“What about my missed messages?” 

You glanced down at the phone in your hands. The screen lit up and it was for the first time you saw the many missed calls and text messages from Jungkook. 

“I was so exhausted last night I passed out without checking it. Then this morning I was in too much of a rush to check it, too.”

At least that wasn’t fiction. You had been fatigued last night and you were scrambling to get yourself together this morning. 

He poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek at your reply. He supposed they were reasonable excuses. Before he could reply, Jimin walked up and handed Jungkook’s abandoned backpack to its owner. Jungkook took the bag from him, mumbling a thanks sheepishly. He didn’t even realize he had left it. 

“So is everything alright?” Jimin asked, concern laced in his words. His pillowy lips tugged downward as he took in your appearance. You had grabbed the first piece of clothing your hands came in touch with and brushed your untidied hair as you rushed across campus. You figured your yellow striped shirt and green plaid pants weren’t Jimin’s style. Despite your haphazardly exterior, you nodded and forced a small smile on your lips. 

“Yup. Just stayed up longer than I expected and slept in. It was bound to happen,” you answered and checked your watch. Your other class should be starting soon. “I better go now before I’m late for my other class. I’ll text you later, Jungkookie,” you said hurriedly then jogged out of the room with a wave to both men. 

Jungkook stood there incredulously. Something felt off but he couldn’t detect what it was. It was reasonable that you did find a better place to study and that you were too distracted to have answered his messages. He just couldn’t believe you were late to class and brushed it off like it didn’t matter to you. After years of whining for him to hurry and get ready when you were fifteen minutes early only to act unbothered by being tardy was strange to him. 

“You’re thinking too much about this, Jungkook,” Jimin interrupted his thoughts and began his trek to his next class. “We better get going, too.” 

Jungkook reluctantly followed Jimin in silence as he continued to ponder about what just transpired.

When you walked into your dorm later that day you had not expected to find Jungkook conversing with your roommate. Jungkook’s head whipped to the door as soon as he heard the click of the lock. Those round eyes softened at your presence, mole under his bottom lip winking at you as he smiled. His arms engulfed your frame into his quickly.

“Hey,” he breathed into your hair. Your body instantly melted in his embrace. It was warm and steady; it made your heart churn at the comforting gesture. If it weren’t for your roommate’s stare you would’ve stayed in his embrace longer. 

“Whatcha’ doing here?” You asked as you set your backpack near your bed.

“I came to take you out,” he proudly stated and put the keys you hung up already into his pocket. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. Were you forgetting something? “I got ahead in my classes. You’re free, right? I figured you might be since you usually are ahead of your assignments. Though you did stay up late… Should we just stay in instead? Should I leave you alone?”

You silently listened as he rambled, taking in the small head tilts he did as he contemplated his spontaneous decision. When he noticed he had been talking for longer than he planned, he raised a hand to his head. You smiled as you watched him pat down his hair. You recognized the nervous habit instantly.

“No, let’s go out,” you replied with a laugh and grabbed your wallet from your backpack. Despite your rough morning and fatigue, you were eager to spend time with Jungkook. It wasn’t often he was caught up with his assignments. 

His somber eyes morphed into delight at your answer and intertwined his fingers with yours hastily. He used his free hand to reach around you, holding the now open door for you to walk through. A silent laugh bubbled in your chest at his eagerness. 

“Uhh, hey Jungkook,” Jihyun said suddenly, which had you pausing in your tracks.  She had never addressed him directly so your curiosity was piqued. Jungkook craned his neck over his extended arm to gaze at your quiet roommate. She gave him a smile, “Thank you for helping me with my physics homework.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” he replied with a smile of his own. “Just remember that since the mass gets canceled out, the speed and oscillation become independent of said mass. And the problem deals with a small oscillation so the ‘t’ is also independent of the starting height.”

You and Jihyun looked at Jungkook in a similar manner—a mixture of perplexity and admiration. Jihyun nodded slowly as she tried to register his words. “I’ll try to keep that in mind. I’ll see you later, Yn.”

You waved a hand at your roommate before you ducked under Jungkook’s arm and into the hallway. The door shut with a soft click as your boyfriend led you to the front doors.

“It seems like you enjoyed yourself while you were waiting for me,” you teased and glanced up at Jungkook to watch his expression. Jungkook smiled shyly and began to swing your connected hands in a child-like manner. 

“She said I could wait inside for you. I was about to leave but then I saw her assignment and I guess I got carried away,” he explained. You were sure Jungkook had the highest IQ in all Seoul; however, his wittiness and playfulness disguised his true talents. 

“Well, I’m glad you had something to keep you occupied,” you replied and stilled your waving hands.

The walk to the nearest pizza parlor off-campus was short. It was one of the most common places for university students to hang out. Ironically, you didn’t find yourself here often. Jungkook and you weren’t huge fans of crowded places but sometimes it felt nice to just get out and change environments. 

The parlor was family-owned, which added to the homely atmosphere. The owners and their three children (two sons and one daughter) were all welcoming and often tried to accommodate those who were in financial trouble. Sometimes it was in the forms of exchanged work or IOUs. Regardless, they understood the troubles that came with being university students.

The line, thankfully, was short (in spite of the crowded restaurant) and you and Jungkook were seated with fresh pizzas in under fifteen minutes. As usual, the place was littered with students—some scrambling to finish an essay due that night and some simply hanging with their friends. The volume inside the parlor buzzed with all the filled seats. You wondered if this was how it always was or if it was rush hour.

Jungkook and you fell into conversation easily. You spoke briefly about your upcoming test that you were nervous about and Jungkook discussed his two-day all-nighters to catch up on all his classwork. Ten minutes in and his voice suddenly turned solemn.

“Hey, I know you’re going to claim you can handle yourself, and I believe you—I’ve seen it first hand,” he added quickly so you wouldn’t interrupt. “But I would probably refrain from wandering outside at night for a few weeks.”

The furrow of your eyebrows as you chewed told Jungkook he needed to elaborate. “I can’t confirm much yet but I’m getting a sense there’s a new group forming that could be dangerous. I’ve been hearing rival gangs discussing plans of attack if they ever make a move.”

“Do you have a name?” You asked and slid your empty pizza tray to the side. You leaned closer as Jungkook began lowering his voice as he spoke. Jungkook sighed at your question and shook his head.

“I don’t,” he huffed, miffed that he wasn’t able to gather that information yet. “I’ve been tracking this lead for a few weeks. I don’t have a name. I don’t have a face. I don’t have anything useful. It makes me worried, so for me, can you promise you’ll stay indoors until I get more insight?”

Your gaze wavered at his question. You had already planned on visiting the docks tomorrow and you didn’t plan to skip it. It was going to be your first official visit as a member. 

Your fourth warning sign should’ve been the fact that you didn’t want to tell Jungkook about your secret nights out. You were wanting to do good, so what was wrong with telling Jungkook about your plans to help others when he does the same? You told yourself that you hid this from him because you didn’t want him to worry. You wanted to lighten his load without him thinking he forced you to.

Perhaps what he was hearing was all talk and no bite. He did say he hasn’t had any useful leads in weeks. Maybe it was all a hoax—a rumor started by another gang to rile up the others. However, you knew Jungkook was not going to take no for an answer. He would find a way to keep you as safe as he thought possible. And while you appreciated it, you didn’t want to feel caged in.

“I’ll stay indoors. Don’t worry,” you lied. Jungkook rested an elbow on the table and held out his pinkie. You stared at it as if it was plagued with poison, which had Jungkook frowning.

“Give me one week, Yn. I just don’t want something to happen to you,” he pleaded, eyes swimming with unease as he watched your strained expression. “I’m not trying to control you. I just… I can’t lose you. I don’t know what these guys are capable of.”

The way he spoke so softly and with such sincerity had your insides whirling. You didn’t need to see the way his eyes held your eyes firmly to know he meant every word he said. He waited patiently as you switched your gaze from his eyes to his pinkie and back again. Although some people may find pinky promises silly, they meant a lot to you (and even Jungkook). It was something you took seriously and it filled you with great dissonance when you slowly wrapped your pinky around his larger one. The only reason you didn’t drown in guilt right then and there was the fact that you had shifted your other hand behind your back—twisting your index and middle together.

The sounds of sirens twenty minutes later were what sent Jungkook flying out the door after pressing his lips on yours in a brisk kiss. The volume on the small tv screen in the parlor was suddenly turned up as an anchorwoman started detailing the nearby crime. The restaurant grew quiet as everyone focused on what was happening.

“... street to take shelter. Police were called out to handle a robbery at Industrial Bank where six armed men are holding customers hostage. Oh! Here comes the masked vigilante. Despite the police demands to stay back, Spider-Man has entered the building. He appears to be trying to reason with the robbers.”

You watched with rapt attention as the camera zoomed into the bank’s windows. The hostages were seated on the floor, their backs pressed against a wall as much as possible. The robbers were in a semicircle and had their guns aimed at Jungkook, who stood in the middle. It was silent on the screen, everyone on their toes to see what would happen next.

“Some guy that spider-dude is,” a voice whispered close to you suddenly. Your body jolted by the abrupt sound. You leaned back into your chair as you assessed the unfamiliar man in front of you. His black hair lay wavy against his forehead, stopping just above his eyes. Even though you didn’t know who he was, his presence was a mixture of comfort and intimidation. It confused you. “I think he’s pretty neat. He saved my sister from a collapsing building once. I’m lucky he was there. Have you met him before?”

You nodded, still trying to recall how you knew him—or more how he knew you. Your eyes roamed his face again and spotted the beauty mark on his upper lip.

“It’s Minji, right?” He questioned when he saw your puzzlement. Your eyes widened at his question and you quickly tried to remember his face. However, it was no use. You didn’t remember him at all. “Ah, you don’t remember me. I was the one who had to pat you down. Sorry about that, by the way.”

Your mouth parted in realization. It was difficult to make out any distinguishing features in the darkness. The most you saw was his gentle jaw structure. However, it seemed to be more defined in the light.

“I’m Hoseok,” he greeted. “Do you go to the university near here?”

You debated on lying since there was a higher possibility of him learning your real name, but you decided against it. It would be harder to explain why you were constantly on campus if he ever saw you.

“Yeah. Do you? I’ve never seen you around,” you replied. He chuckled and adjusted the bracelet that rested around his wrist.

“I’m a little all over the place,” he chuckled, mouth forming a heart-shape that you found cute. “I’m actually surprised to have never seen you.”

“Unlike you, I usually only go to where I need to,” you replied. As you were about to ask another question, shots rang out from the tv screen. Your breath immediately caught in your throat and your eyes snapped to the screen as you tried to see if anyone had gotten hurt—more specifically a certain red and blue-clad man. You couldn’t hear what the men were telling Spider-Man but you didn’t care. You just needed to know if he was okay.

Spider-Man had swung to the opposing wall as one of the robbers fired their gun, dodging the flying bullets. Jungkook quickly snatched a table that was a few feet away with a web and slid it in front of the terrified hostages.

“Woah, woah, woah, guys,” Jungkook exclaimed and swung in front of one of the men. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to play with guns?” 

He shot out a web that covered one of their feet then fired a second web at another nearby robber. He took a hold of the middle of the string and pulled. The two men stumbled at the unexpected tug of their feet, grunting as they were forced across the room.

“You both ‘ought to be tired. Take a nap for me,” Jungkook teased and fired a strand of webs at the flying duo. He cushioned their landing against a wall and shot a few more webs to adhere them to the wall. The men’s backs were pressed against the surface, torsos covered with a trillion small strings. The two growled as they tried to free their bodies from the wall. 

“Can we hurry this up? I was in the middle of a very lovely conversation,” Jungkook said and quickly examined who would be the next to take out easiest. 

“Get down here, Spider-Man,” one of the men shouted, gun lifted in the air. “Fight on equal ground like a real man.”

Jungkook slowed his swing at the robber’s words. “I’m not sure if you want that, Mr. Bad Guy,” he chuckled and shot a web at the man’s extended gun. The gun ripped from the criminal’s grip and into Jungkook’s. It was heavy in his hand and he hated the way it felt. He quickly unloaded the rifle before webbing it to one of the walls.

“It seems like you’re all talk, bug boy. All you got are your foolish webs. What are you without them?” The man taunted and pulled out a dagger he had stored in his boots, eyes following Jungkook as he continued to dodge bullets.

Jungkook was used to hearing insults and slurs from his attackers to ignore them, however, this particular one distracted him. It was a question he rarely thought of. He was so intoxicated with the exhilarating adventures that came with being Spider-Man that he didn’t stop and consider what he’d be without his mask. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment at every person he saved and every criminal he put behind bars. He had a sense of responsibility to the people of Seoul. He often forgot about his life as Jeon Jungkook.

The slowing of his swing allowed the robbers to get a better shot at the flying man. Jungkook swiftly tore his mind from his thoughts as the back of his neck tingled. However, despite Jungkook’s quick reflexes to duck his knees to his chest, a bullet grazed the outside of his calf. This had him grunting in pain, grip loosening on the web string he was holding and collapsing to the ground. He couldn’t focus on the tear in his skin as he watched the men move without hesitation toward him.

Jungkook leaped to his feet, instantly ducking as one of the men swung their arm toward his face. He ignored the pain in his leg as he kicked at the attacker’s torso. The robber stumbled back at the harsh impact, giving room for another robber to take their turn. 

“Hey, you guys want to hear a joke?” Jungkook questioned, rather cheerfully despite his current position and previous thoughts. He grabbed the arm that slid past his face and twisted it.

“Not the face, dude. Anything but the face,” Spider-Man huffed and attached a web to the man’s hand he held. He quickly connected the man’s hands together behind their back before shoving them to the floor rougher than anticipated.

“Sorry! I forget I’m stronger than I look,” he apologized quickly and moved onto the next robber. “Oh! My joke! Want to hear it? I’ma tell it,” he said as he continued his quick attacks on the men. Soon, only the man with the dagger stood. He glowered at Jungkook before lunging at the masked hero. 

“Why did the fly fly?” He asked as he ducked, missing the spearing object by a few inches. The man ignored his question, as to be expected, and slammed his foot on the back of Jungkook’s knee. Jungkook went down with a hiss and swiftly reached up to stop the man’s stabbing motion. He gritted his teeth when he accidentally shifted his hand a little too far to the right. The dagger’s sharp edge ripped through his suit and pierced his skin. Two wounds in one fight? He must be losing his touch.

With more vigor, he clutched the opposing man’s wrist, twisting the knife out of his hold before kicking his feet out from under him. The robber fell next to Jungkook with a cry as his knee hit the concrete roughly. Jungkook extended an arm, hastily webbing the man’s hands to the tile floor before scrambling to his feet. He shot down a few more webs so that the man was flat on the floor.

Jungkook inhaled deeply before he completed his joke, “Because the spider spied ‘er.” He chuckled breathlessly at his own joke. He took a few staggering steps back from the mess he made, the sting in his legs alerting his attention again. 

He peered at the frightened hostages, a smile adorning his concealed lips. “Get it? The spider saw the fly?” 

When none of them responded he sighed. “Okay, I’ll work on it,” he said and began helping them up from their crouched positions to the exit.

“Woah, are those the new DVS Terror Walker shoes?” He gasped when he spotted one of the hostage’s shoes. The young teen peered up at the hero, slowly nodding—part of him still in shock from the robbery and another part from Spider-Man speaking to him. “They’re so cool. You look great in them.”

“Thanks,” the boy muttered then joined his worried family outside. Jungkook stood there awkwardly, watching as the hostages collapsed in the arms of their loved ones. The pain in his calf was growing stronger and he could feel the cut on his hand sting. After one final look around, he reached up and pulled himself up, swinging himself back to the university.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get seriously injured today,” you murmured as you finished placing the bandages on his calf while he sealed his hand. 

Jungkook was oddly quiet. Usually, he was buzzing from the adrenaline and high from the fight. He was too detached right now, which had alarms ringing in your head. After sliding the first-aid kit back in its spot, you climbed onto Jungkook’s bed. He sat propped against his headboard, eyes staring down at his calloused hands.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Lucky.”

“Did something happen that wasn’t shown on tv?” You questioned and poked his outstretched leg. There was silence for a moment. 

“What am I without the suit?” He asked suddenly, however, it sounded like the question was directed to himself rather than to you. Ah, so that is what had him sulking.

“You’re Jeon Jungkook. The smartest man in Seoul with the humblest heart,” you answered and crawled closer, kneeling yourself between his legs. Your feet were tucked under your legs as you stared at your deflated boyfriend. He glowered at your response, which caused you to feel disheartened.

“That doesn’t sound good enough,” he argued and tilted his head behind him. “Jungkook can’t save people. He can’t lock the criminals behind bars. The best he can do is win first place at his middle school science fair.”

“You won first place in high school, too,” you added quietly, hoping it would bring a smile to his face. However, it only earned you an unamused gaze from Jungkook, which had you slumping slightly. 

“The point is I’m nothing without the suit,” he groaned and leaned his head back again. You watched silently as his Adam’s apple bobbed with the harsh swallow that followed a heavy sigh.

“That’s not true, Jungkook,” you tried to comfort. You reached out a hand and slid it on the nape of his neck. You began massaging the area, gently playing with his hair in the process. “You can still help without your suit. Your intelligence is amazing. I’m sure if you hadn’t gotten bit you would’ve been the best biophysicist Seoul could ever ask for. I mean you can still be that if you want to,” you trailed off. He stayed silent as he digested your words. You slid your hand down his body soothingly and rested your hand on top of his heart. It beat steadily under your palm.

“No one would care who I am without it,” he spoke after a while. His eyes had closed as he allowed his thoughts to roam freely. It was a dangerous move, but it’s been a while since he let himself sit and simply think. “Sure, there are people who dislike Spider-Man, but most people do like him. They need him. No one needs Jeon Jungkook.”

You pulled your hand back at his confession, startled by what he truly felt. Your hand felt as if it were seared with the harshness of his words. You could understand the desire to feel wanted or to feel loved by many. What you didn’t understand was how he could think so lowly of Jungkook—his true self. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Do you really think that?” You questioned quietly. Did he not realize that he just downgraded you? Did he really think you didn’t need him?

“Yeah,” he replied slowly then more firmly, “Yeah. No one cared for Jungkook in high school. No one cared that I won first place. But when Spider-Man was on tv? Yeah, they turned their heads to him.”

“So then what about Yoongi? Aunt May?” You asked, voice wavering ever so slightly. “What about me? Do you think we don’t need you? Who cares what those people in high school thought.”

To this, he raised his head, eyes catching yours briefly before they tore away again. “You’re telling me you don’t like Spider-Man?”

“No, I like him-”

He scoffed. “Exactly.”

You narrowed your eyes at his distasteful attitude. It was rare to see this side of Jungkook. You had only seen this side of him after his Uncle Ben died. However, his anger over his own guilt faded quickly when he realized being angry did nothing but drain his energy. He wasn’t helping anyone by staying agitated. 

“But,” you continued stubbornly. “I like Jungkook more.”

“No one else does,” he replied sharply. He didn’t truly believe your words, but he didn’t need to say that for you to know.

“Screw them,” you retaliated. “There would be no Spider-Man if there were no Jungkook. People who only like Spider-Man are incredibly dense and selfish. The man behind the mask matters, too. How can you just disregard who you really are?”

“I’m not disregarding myself. I’m just being honest. Jungkook is just another speck of dust on a shelf. People need Spider-Man. It’s like Jungkook is just a vessel for Spider-Man.”

“And what about those who need Jeon Jungkook?” You stared at him fiercely. You wanted him to see that he was just as important without the mask as he was under it. He clenched his jaw as he thought, tongue shortly poking his cheek from the inside.

“They’ll eventually realize they need Spider-Man more.” 

His eyes held yours strongly as if challenging him to say otherwise. You could tell he was set with his opinion. No matter what you’d say, he’d believe what he wanted to believe. You didn’t want to leave him in this enraged condition, but your comforting words were falling on deaf ears. You knew they weren’t going to reassure him.

You were the first to break eye contact. After glancing at his wounds and deciding he’ll be okay, you maneuvered off his bed. You slipped your shoes on briskly then grabbed your bag from his desk.

“Not even going to deny it?” He questioned arrogantly as you neared his door. You paused in your steps and turned to face him. The smugness on his lips caused your face to contort in a scowl.

Glaring, you replied, “I didn’t date you because of the mask and I didn’t stay for it, either.”

The sound of his door shutting echoed loudly in your ears, leaving you in an unnerving state as you lingered outside his room alone.

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Warning Signs || jjk | 4

”Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader

⚠️ Rating/Genre: PG-15; Action, crime, angst, light fluff, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Warnings: Weapons (guns, knives), injuries (blood, gashes, bullet wounds), physical fighting (punches, hits, choking/strangulation), mentions of death, dizziness

⚠️ Word count: 5.5k

⚠️ Author’s Note: If I’m missing any triggers, let me know. I tried to include them all... Here’s some action!!!

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii​​ (We’re getting there...)

⚠️ Taglist: @jobetspot​​, @gukssunshine​​, @shatzkrinslinzki​​ // [CLOSED]

SBaFL au | main masterlist

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“Are you serious?” 

The feeling in your chest was tightening. You didn’t like his tone of voice. It was hostile and there was an undertone of a threat to it. You moved your gaze from Kangdae as you stood with your arms wrapped around your stomach. Despite the heater running on the ship, your body was freezing. 

“You really want to leave?”

You nodded meekly. K scoffed and sat up in his metal chair. You had decided your membership wasn’t worth the stress and confusion it put you through. Hoseok words only comforted you at the time, but as you laid in bed that previous night, it kept eating at you. It was time to quit sneaking around and focus on your academics again and fix your relationship. 

“I don’t think you know how this works, Yn,” he said and your eyes snapped to his at the mention of your name—your real one. He rolled his eyes at your perplexed expression. 

“Did you really think he would keep your secret? You really put your trust in the wrong hands,” he chuckled lowly. “Don’t worry, though. It’s simply just a name. It doesn’t change anything.” 

Your eyes narrowed in skepticism. After confiding in Hoseok, he had gone behind your back. It made your blood boil. You were exasperated with the betrayal and also yourself. Surely, you weren’t this gullible. You wondered if he disclosed everything to K. 

“Look,” Kangdae started and stood to his fullest height, which had you raise your gaze to meet his. “I really like you. I think you have high potential. You’ve become an asset to this organization.”

Shaking your head, “I’m not an asset. I’m sure you can find another stronger member to assist in your missions. I know you’re trying to stop the incoming shipment from the new gang. I don’t think I’m ready for that. I’ll only hinder everyone else.”

K pursed his mouth as you spoke; however, a small sinister smile crept on his lips quickly. You didn’t like the way he looked at you as if he knew something you didn’t. 

“Who told you that?” He humorously scoffed. “Was it Hoseok?” He questioned then pressed down on his walkie-talkie before you could reply. 

“K to Hoseok. Come to the Quarter.”

Hoseok replied immediately and fifteen seconds later he was waltzing inside the room. 

The Quarter was a small room that had off-white walls. There were two couches, a coffee table, and a mini kitchen (minus a stove or an oven). It was meant to be the captain’s lounge area. 

Hoseok was startled to see you in the same room. It must’ve occurred to him what was going on because he sent you the same frown he had when you told him you were thinking of leaving. His dreary expression had no effect on you. Your eyes squinted in a glare at the man. 

He sold you out. 

Hoseok’s frown deepened at your unfriendly greeting. 

“Yn tells me you told her about our mission to stop the shipment,” K informed and leaned back against the counter behind him. Hoseok’s eyes widened when he realized K had used your real name. Your harsh gaze remained. He must be faking it, which only fueled your anger. 

“I thought her name was Minji,” Hoseok tried to correct. 

“Cut the bullshit,” K barked. “Answer me.”

Hoseok straightened his posture at K’s assertive tone. “Jaehwa informed me.”

K nodded and fiddled with the walkie-talkie in his hands. He clicked the button to request Jaehwa’s presence but changed his mind a second later. 

“Wait here, I’ll be back,” he demanded then left the room. The moment the door shut, you shoved your hands against Hoseok’s chest. He barely moved, simply taking one stumble back out of surprise. 

“You ratted me out!” You hissed quietly. Hoseok looked down at you confused. 

“Wha-“

“What else did you tell him?” You growled and pointed a finger at his face. You felt like a child, but you didn’t care at that moment. You were hurt that he had betrayed you. 

“Tell who? I didn’t tell anybody anything,” Hobi swore and put both hands up in defense, racking his mind to understand what was happening. It must have clicked what you were referring to because he suddenly added, “It must’ve been Jaehwa then. I didn’t tell K your name.”

“K said a ‘he’ told him,” you argued and took a step away from him when he gently lowered your hand. 

“Maybe someone else overheard,” he replied. “I swear I-“

“I did it,” a calm voice interrupted. You cursed inwardly the moment you heard the smooth voice. 

Seokjin came to stand next to you. He didn’t seem proud of his betrayal. Instead, he seemed relaxed as he unbuttoned his cuffs. It looked as if he just came out of a meeting from the way he was dressed. He wore a maroon and white plaid suit jacket with matching slacks. His white button-down was still tucked into his pants while his maroon tie was loose around his neck. You really disliked how incredibly handsome he looked. His hair was slicked back to expose his forehead—similar to how he wore it on your date three years ago. 

“You’re such an ass,” you hissed. It was then you realized: If Jin lied about revealing your name, he must have lied about disclosing Jungkook’s identity, too. There were a lot more words you wanted to call Seokjin but they faded when the door opened to reveal K with Jaehwa trailing behind him. She didn’t seem upset, however. K either scolded her about telling Hoseok the plan and she didn’t care or K didn’t scold her at all. You weren’t sure which was accurate. 

“Ah, Seokjin. Great, you’re here. Did your meeting go well?” he asked. Jin nodded, which had Kangdae smiling. 

“Now that we’re all here, let’s discuss what’s happening in two days,” K said and took his spot against the counter again. He gestured for everyone to sit before he continued. “It seems Jaehwa may have accidentally let the mission slip so congratulations, you’re on the inside now,” he glanced at you and Hoseok at the end of his sentence.

You listened to K carefully, still wanting to abandon Vapor but something held you down. Whether it was K’s firmness earlier or your curiosity. You were finally close to stopping the criminals—or beginning to. Plus, you were on the inside now. Maybe you could make a real impact.

“The shipment comes on Tuesday at one. It’s pretty simple: We’re going to stalk out the area and attack when they begin doing the trade. We need to grab the supplies before any of the other groups can take them from us or before their backup gets there. If we take the shipment, we keep people from getting hurt. Easy, right?”

It sure sounded that way, but this was your first time ever doing something like this. You weren’t lying when you told K you felt more like baggage than support. 

“We’ll need fighters and grabbers. Fighters, who will obviously fight off the rival gangs. Grabbers, who will take the supplies. I’ll split the members based on skills,” he paused to evaluate those in the room. “Hoseok, you’ll be a fighter while Jaehwa, you’ll be a grabber. Seokjin will stay back and scout the area for any additional trouble,” K continued then looked at you. 

“I want Yn as a fighter,” he said and you and Hoseok sat up in concern. 

“I don’t think she’s prepared for that,” Hoseok defended. Your anger for him had disappeared the moment Seokjin revealed the truth. You were grateful to have Hobi on your side and felt relieved he had kept your secret after all.

“I think otherwise. After we’re done here, I want you to train her more. This time with weapons,” he ordered Hoseok. Despite Hoseok wanting to say more, he simply nodded. K was abrasive and unwilling to change his decision. The pit in your stomach filled with anxiety. Not only did you want out, but now you were forced to fight. 

“I said I wanted out,” you interrupted as sternly as you could muster. You disregarded the scoff that sounded from Jaehwa. 

K assessed you quickly, deciding on his next words carefully. “Try one mission,” he said after a moment, the corner of his lips twitching as if he was trying hard to hide a scowl. “It’s our first one. You joined because you wanted to impact society—now’s your chance.”

Despite his reply sounding like a suggestion, he moved on before you could protest. He continued with what he expected to happen Tuesday and how long it should take. The so-called meeting was short and you soon found yourself in the weapons room with Hobi. You didn’t like how heavy the handgun felt and you insisted he taught you some melee skills instead. Unfortunately, your pleas were unsuccessful. He had claimed it was important to be accustomed to both. 

Your first few shots were surprisingly accurate for a beginner—along with your accuracy of moving the small dagger Hobi had you trained with. It was small enough to get used to quickly while at the same time being effective for attacks. It wasn’t as good as the handgun, according to Hoseok, but it worked if you were unarmed somehow. Additionally, they were better for stealth when you didn’t have a silencer. You were nervous about using the gun initially because you didn’t know how bad your aim would be and since you were on a ship, you didn’t want to puncture a hole in the wall and cause water to leak in. However, Hoseok had informed you K had secured the walls so that wouldn’t be an issue.

The night went by quickly and you found yourself in bed by one. It was earlier than you usually went to bed after you visited the docks, but you weren’t complaining. You realized that night that your assignments were slowly catching up to you. Although you were ahead, that could easily change. You needed to balance your workload with your late nights. You decided to devote tomorrow to just assignments so you could stay ahead. The fact Jungkook was four weeks ahead, while still juggling being Spider-Man, astonished you. It made you feel guilty at how much you’ve been distracted. Were you just imagining him being extremely stubborn lately or were you simply just too busy for him now? You laid in bed, finding it hard to fall asleep, as you let the thought sink in.

The outfit you donned was uncomfortable. The skin-tight black material hugged you in places you weren’t used to and you found yourself looking longingly at the jeans and shirt you had on previously that were now on the floor. It was the night of your first mission and to say you weren’t nervous would be a lie. 

You hadn’t seen much of Jungkook the past two days and the distance between you both was wearing you down. The first time you saw him was in the library. You were crammed in your usual corner, the table scattered with your books, papers, and laptop. You had perked slightly when his footsteps detoured and started heading in your direction; however, Yoongi had grabbed his shoulder and nudged him on his original path. You couldn’t hear what Jungkook told Yoongi but you could see he was agitated. Yoongi had simply shaken his head, muttered a reply, and gave him another shove to move. As Jungkook hesitated to walk, Hoseok came into view, offering his signature heart smile and sliding into the seat opposite of you. You didn’t miss Jungkook’s strong gaze or Yoongi’s repeated head shake as they walked around the corner and out of your sight.

The second time you saw Jungkook was when he was jogging up the steps to the science building, black backpack slung over one shoulder as he hurried up the stairs. You were on your way to your next class in the linguistics building. He had on a black sweater with matching black cargo pants and boots. He paused in his steps and gave you a look that was difficult to decode—his small hoops swinging at the motion. The subtle dip in the corner of his lips hinted he wasn’t happy. You weren’t sure if it were because he saw you or because you both haven’t had a proper talk in a few days. However, you didn’t figure out the reason because you were being dragged by Taehyung, who was claiming you were both going to be late to your shared class if you didn’t haul ass. If it weren’t for Taehyung’s strong grip, you would’ve allowed yourself to be late.

The third time you saw him was when he passed by Jimin’s dorm. You were seated at Jimin’s desk with him hovered over your shoulder as you both tried to complete your trigonometry homework. You figured you’d get the assignments done quicker if you worked together. You didn’t realize Jungkook was at the door until Jimin greeted him. Jungkook mumbled back a hi before continuing his journey down the hall. You stumbled out of Jimin’s chair, apologizing as you accidentally stepped on his foot, before rushing out. Jungkook’s name died on your lips when you saw he had already disappeared from your view. 

Coming out of your thoughts, a sigh left your lips as you grabbed the thigh holster left out for you. You were strapping it on when the door opened.

“Ready?” Hoseok asked, his voice chirpier than you would’ve liked. It completely contradicted your inner emotions.

“Do you want me to lie?” You replied and turned to face him when you were done. He gave you a reassuring smile and held out his palm to reveal two small buds.

“You’ll do great. I’ll be there if you get into trouble,” he reassured and gave you a nudge. You reluctantly took the buds from his hand and slid them in your ears. There was a low buzz already emitting from them and it made you feel slightly dizzy.

“Do I really have to wear this? Couldn’t I have worn something… More comfortable?”

Hoseok took a second to examine you, eyes scanning up and down your body before his smile widened. It wasn’t a predatory smile, but more of a comforting one. 

“Everyone has to. The dark clothes will keep you hidden in the shadows and the fitted clothes prevent rivals from grabbing onto you,” he explained then surveyed your hair that fell over your shoulders. “Speaking of, I would probably put your hair up. You don’t want someone snatching onto that.”

You adhered to his suggestion and pulled your hair into a tight bun. Hobi hummed in approval and pulled something from his pants pockets. You looked down at the object. It was a simple black domino eye mask with an elastic cord.

“Do I have to wear that?” You questioned but slowly took it from him. You supposed it would be best to conceal your identity, but the thought of wearing it made you feel oddly strange. Hoseok nodded and pulled a matching one from his other pocket to emphasize his answer. 

“Everyone has a mask.”

Your eyes snapped to him at his words. You knew he had simply meant that all the members were handed one, but it meant more to you. Even if a person wasn’t crime-fighting, they had a certain face for different occasions. No one truly showed all their cards. There was always something to hide… Or hide behind.

The air was warmer than usual when you stepped out of the tinted window car. The area you were in was unknown to you. The majority of the street lights were out and the roads were deserted. It was as if you were transported to a different city. This didn’t feel like Seoul. The thought had a chill run down your spine and your feet feel heavy. You really wished you stuck to being the rat-chasing-hero.

The mask Hobi gave you rested unpleasantly against your face and you found yourself adjusting it incessantly as you waited for Hoseok. He had asked K if he could be your partner during this mission. The mission didn’t require partners, but Hobi could tell how apprehensive you were. He figured you’d feel better if you had a familiar face to stick by you. He was right.

“Stop touching it,” Hobi whispered to you as he guided you to where you were going to camp out.

“I can’t help it,” you whined and reached to move it again. Hoseok’s hand caught yours midway and gently moved it from your face. You pouted at his actions but complied.

You were crouched on the roof of a semi-tall building. Apparently, K thought it’d be a good idea to attack from above. He had members positioned at different points of the roof along with the opposing building. You were the only one to have another member next to you; everyone else was crouched by themselves. You hadn’t realized how many people K recruited until you saw about fifteen people climb on the roofs. Were you that oblivious or were they hiding somewhere on the ship? It was a pretty big ship, so that was entirely possible.

A sudden voice in your ears startled you.

“Anytime now,” Seokjin’s voice rang out. He had stayed behind in the vehicle and was monitoring the area. Jaehwa unexpectedly moved next to you, eyes piercing yours through the darkness.

“Stop being so jumpy or you’re going to ruin this,” she hissed. 

You’ve never considered yourself a violent person, but after wishing to push Seokjin overboard and now wishing to push Jaehwa off the roof, you were reconsidering your personality traits.

Your eyes narrowed, suppressing a scoff.

“You’re more apt to ruin this by not being in position,” you snapped. Jaehwa shoved a manicured finger in your face as she responded.

“You’re not allowed to question me. I’m above you in rank here,” she growled then pulled her finger away as she thought. Her lips suddenly turned up as her anger faded. “No wonder Jungkook doesn’t want you anymore. You don’t listen to anyone. You must not listen to him either. It doesn’t take a genius to see how pathetic he’s been lately.”

You scrutinized her silently. How would she know what he’s been feeling recently? 

As if reading your mind, she continued, “We’ve had plenty of talks in the library. You know, in the physics section, behind that bookcase,” she giggled, her eyes haughty. You knew where she was talking about because you often met Jungkook there to escape from prying eyes. “He invited me to his dorm; maybe I’ll take him up on his offer after the mission.”

“Enough of the catfight,” K’s voice boomed through the earbuds, “Jaehwa—back to your position.”

Jaehwa peered at K from across the roof where he held the communication device to his mouth. She rolled her eyes then slid back to her original post. Her eyes lingered on yours before she turned her attention to below.

“I told you she has a knack for getting under people’s skin. She’s probably lying to piss you off,” Hobi whispered in your ear. You moved your eyes to where you were supposed to be scouting instead of replying to Hoseok. He could be right in that she was lying, but how did she know about his spot in the library or how he’s been feeling? She must have at least seen him several times around campus. You didn’t trust what she would do, or try to do, if they were alone. The urge to storm to his dorm right after the mission to catch them in the act appalled you. You had always trusted Jungkook with your whole heart. It was the main reason why you rarely felt jealous. Not to say he didn’t trust you since he got jealous, he just didn’t trust the people around you.

You tried to push these thoughts Jaehwa planted from your mind. Now wasn’t the time to be distracted. However, it was difficult to ignore the unnerving sensation when you haven’t talked to Jungkook in a few days. He hasn’t officially pulled the plug on your relationship, so you figured you were still together. You wondered how long that would last. You hated feeling uncertain, but this was the longest you’ve been away after an argument and it made you tense about what that meant.

“Dark navy van spotted. Heading north. Approximate time of arrival is a minute and ten seconds,” Seokjin informed, providing the perfect escape from your troubling thoughts.

“Everyone check their harness. Wait until my signal,” K added and you peered down at the harness Hoseok helped you put on earlier. You grabbed onto the straps, giving it a tug to ensure they were secured to your body. Hobi reached down, nodding toward your harness for permission. When you nodded, he gave an extra tug. Although you had just done so, he knew you weren’t accustomed to such equipment and wanted to check it himself. You were thankful that Hobi was here to assist you. 

The hum of a vehicle tore both your attentions away. Your heart began pounding quickly as you watched two vans come to a stop opposite of each other. Two men, one shorter and slimmer than the other, stepped from the vehicles and came face to face. They spoke quietly. Despite the silent area, you could only hear the sound of them talking but couldn’t decipher their words.

At the signal of the two men, five more men from each side climbed out of the vans. Both van’s back doors were opened to reveal a dozen boxes. You squinted in the darkness to try to see what was inside said boxes and caught the shine of metal. They had to be weapons of some sort—modified in some way since the shape was different from the average gun. After another brief conversation, they began exchanging boxes between the two vehicles.

“Now,” you heard K say in your ear. Despite your mind telling you to start scaling down the wall, your body refused to move. You watched as the others began to climb over the roof’s edge without hesitation. The thumping in your chest made it difficult to focus. 

“You don’t want to be singled out. It’ll make you an easier target,” Hobi murmured quickly when he saw you immobile. You snapped yourself from your momentary daze and scurried to follow Hoseok.

Gunshots quickly rang throughout the night, making you flinch at each bang. You scolded yourself mentally as you moved down. As soon as Hoseok’s feet touched the floor, he unhooked the rope and unsheathed his gun. He didn’t hesitate to begin firing back, landing a shot in a man’s arm. You, however, were not quick enough. As you were unhooking the rope, a thick arm wrapped around your neck. The arm pressed against your neck, crushing your carotid arteries and halting the blood flow to your brain. You had about ten seconds before you became unconscious.

You tried to force your chin down between his arm and your neck to stop him from crushing your throat. His grip was too strong, however. When you realized this wasn’t going to work, you tried to twist your body so his back would be facing the wall. You were going to attempt to knock him out by hitting his head against the brick. Though he stood his stance firmly and barely budged when you pushed against him.

Four seconds.

The release on your neck was abrupt as the man yelped in pain. One of your hands came up to your throat as you gasped and stumbled out of his hold. Without wasting any more time, you reached for the rope you had used to climb down and wrapped it around the man’s neck then crossed the two ends to tighten it. Your face scrunched up when the man coughed in your face at the sudden action. You glanced down as you held your grip on the rope and saw blood flowing from the wound in his leg. The blood pumping in your ears was so loud that you couldn’t hear the man’s gasps for air. Hoseok stood next to you, his breath ragged and face covered with small specks of blood. You quickly scanned his face and concluded it wasn’t his blood.

“He’s compromised. Let go,” he told you after he quickly assessed the man then glanced up to make sure no one was coming after you both. You dropped the rope hurriedly at his words and staggered back as you watched the man slump down. 

“Oh my god,” you breathed out, still trying to recover from your first attack. “Is he…” you trailed off, not noticing the subtle rise and fall of the man’s chest. Hobi grabbed your arm and pulled you away. He reached down in your holster and pulled out the handgun stashed. He pushed it into your hands as he replied briskly.

“We don’t have time to worry about it. You need to be covering the grabbers.” His voice was stern and cold, contrasting his usual cheerful tone.

“Remember you have that,” he added and patted the dagger in the holster. You could have used that earlier. You nodded and watched as Hobi left your side, but stayed close enough in case you needed him.

You didn’t have much time to regain your thoughts when you felt a rough blow to your face. You whimpered at the impact and quickly raised your gun. You had never shot another person before but it was life and death at this point. 

The man went to throw another punch but you stopped it with your forearm, reaching under your arm and pulling the trigger. The man groaned and clutched his thigh as he fell to the floor. You had plenty of access to his chest, but you weren’t aiming to kill. You were defending yourself and your members. You just needed them down and unarmed so they couldn’t do any harm. You weren’t a killer.

Bending down hastily, you grabbed his AK-47 and moved away from the man before he could grab your ankles. You slid your handgun back in its slot as you eyed the rifle in your hands. Although it wasn’t as big as some others, it was big enough to intimidate you. You hadn’t practiced with this kind of gun and if you were to try to use it now, you were sure your accuracy would be off because of its recoil. Unsure what else to do, you fumbled to unload the weapon. As soon as you shoved the case in your empty holster slot, another man came barreling at you. 

You ducked the first punch and dodged the bullet he shot toward your stomach. You swung the empty rifle at the man’s head, listening to the harsh thud as the butt of the rifle hit his skull.

“Bitch,” he roared and used your tactic against you—smacking your head with his gun. The sting to your head was excruciating and it made you see stars momentarily as you fell to the cold concrete. The empty rifle was kicked from your grip and the man shifted to aim his rifle at your face. It must have been adrenaline that allowed you to move since you felt woozy.

You rolled to the side just in time for the bullet to hit the ground. As you rolled, you pulled out your handgun and shot at him without hesitation. You were so caught up in fear that you fired another round. The man’s grip on his rifle loosened as he fell backward. You choked out a sob when you realized you had shot once in his leg and once in his stomach. The blood around his torso was growing rapidly.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, chest rising and falling rapidly. You were suddenly pulled up from strong hands.

“Now isn’t the time to feel sympathetic,” K’s voice hissed in your ear, which had you flinching. “We’ve almost got all the supplies. Let’s hurry it up.” With a harsh shove, he released you and went back to firing at men who were trying to steal the supplies back. You blinked rapidly as you tried to regain your focus, panting and shaking slightly. 

The area was filled with chaos as the three groups fought. Members of Vapor were running with boxes or fending off the rival gangs. There were so many sounds filling your ears—gunshots, groans, smacks, thuds. It was a mess and you didn’t know how you got yourself in this position. The sixth warning sign should’ve been you didn’t feel like a hero. 

You felt like a criminal.

Your concentration was being challenged as you tried to keep yourself from swaying. However, just like before, there wasn’t much time to dwell on your state. 

This time, the man lunged for the hand holding the gun. You cried out when he twisted your wrist in an uncomfortable position. The grip around the gun’s handle was loosened and it clattered to the floor a second later. 

With his hold still on you, he brought his other hand up to slash at your face. You stopped him from cutting your face but not your arm. The keen blade sliced through your flesh smoothly. Blood began to flow from the gash. The pain coursed through your entire body but you couldn’t stop and let the throbbing consume you. As he focused on your upper half, you swung your knee back then slammed it between his open legs. He groaned at the harsh kick and loosened his grip on your wrist. You slipped it out quickly and reached for your dagger. It was a little shorter than his but that didn’t matter. It was just as sharp.

Before he could recover, you sliced at the arm holding the knife then to his face. Your dagger slashed through both areas and you watched as blood began to trickle from the wounds. The rush from being attacked for the third time aided in your quick movements. 

You wrapped your empty hand around your other one that held the dagger and swung down against the top of his head, the blade upright. He grunted but instead of recuperating, he lunged forward, attempting to stab your side. You twisted your body from his attack and grabbed his now outstretched arm. You twisted yourself into his body, back against his chest. He hissed as you twisted his wrist. When his fingers began to tremble, you slid the knife from his grip and tossed it on the floor. You took the advantage of his dizziness to haul him over your shoulder, knees bent in a deep squat. Unlike before with Seokjin, you planted your feet firmly on the ground and leaned back slightly when you felt your body rock forward too much with the momentum. The man fell on his back with a small cry. Just as you were about to kick him for extra measures, a man gripped your upper arm. You instantly tried to jerk yourself from their grasp, but they only tightened their hold. Your eyes snapped up to see Hoseok.

“Did you not hear K? He said it’s time to go,” he rushed and pulled you toward the van you had come in. You shook your head as you followed Hoseok. You must have been so caught up with fighting the guy you hadn’t heard.

As you were stumbling behind Hoseok, a soft swish could be heard above you. Your eyes trailed up to see a blur of red and blue. You tripped over your feet at the sight of Spider-Man. Hoseok cursed as you staggered and tugged you along harder. 

“We need to get out of here now,” he urged, however, you couldn’t take your eyes off the man swinging down on one of the vans. He spun around quickly as he looked down at the men on the floor. Some were passed out, dead, or groaning in pain. 

The moment his eyes turned and caught yours, your breathing stopped. You couldn’t see his expression because of his mask, but you desperately wished you could. You missed his Bambi-eyes. The contact didn’t last long, though, because you were being shoved in the vehicle and the door was being slammed in your face. You twisted in your seat, staring out as the masked hero, who stood motionless, became a small speck in the distance.

K’s laugh suddenly filled the car. The dizziness from earlier was slowly coming back as the adrenaline wore off. You could feel your body sway lazily and you quickly reached a hand to steady yourself against the seat in front of you. You fumbled to remove your hair tie in hopes the release of your tight bun would ease your growing headache. You used all your energy on trying to calm your nausea. When Kangdae spoke, you felt the ringing in your ears begin to echo in your ears—and it wasn’t from the earbuds.

“He’s too late,” K said joyfully and leaned back into his seat as Seokjin drove away from the site. “Spider-Man’s too late.”

A/N: I apologize for the lack of Jungkook in this one. I missed him, too. If you’d like a “drabble” from his POV from this chapter, let me know ^-^ I can try to whip something up. It’s the least I can do for all the support I’ve received. Thank you!

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Warning Signs || jjk | 3

“Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader

⚠️ Rating/Genre: PG-13; Action, crime, angst, light fluff, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, faux fighting/training (This probably doesn’t need to be listed, but just in case physical fighting is a trigger for some people...)

⚠️ Word count: 6.7k

⚠️ Author’s Note: Nothing major has happened so far, but it’s coming! Promise! ^-^ Also, this Jungkook... *winks*

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii​ (Thank you for supporting me!)

⚠️ Taglist: @jobetspot​, @gukssunshinerecs, @shatzkrinslinzki​ // [CLOSED]

SBaFL au | main masterlist

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The sound of skin hitting skin and harsh grunting filled the bare-walled room. You sat on the bench as you watched K and Hoseok practice their fighting techniques. Their movements were deft and nimble; it was mesmerizing to watch. They moved fluidly as they kept their eyes on the other’s movement. It was almost as if watching a choreographed dance.

“Have you had some practice yet?” Seokjin asked as he took the seat next to you. You instantly moved away from him, causing him to sigh. Nonetheless, he stayed where he was. He turned his attention to the two men for a moment before looking back at you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said slowly. “I’ll let you beat the shit out of me for practice,” he paused, “Well, that is if you can.” 

His voice was taunting as he spoke to you. Your eyes narrowed on him as he stood up. He leisurely walked to the second mattress in the room, hoping you were trailing behind him. When you didn’t follow him, he called out, “C’mon, you’ve kicked me in the balls before. I’m sure you can do it again.”

Your face grew hot at his sudden outburst. Your eyes shifted to the other two to see if they heard, but it seemed like they were too focused on each other to listen to you and Seokjin. He quirked an eyebrow at you in amusement when he caught the soft flush of your cheeks. You weren’t going to tell him that was an accident and purely out of luck. Still, you made your way to the mat. You supposed it would be good practice and being able to take down Seokjin would be a plus.

“Have you had any experience?” He questioned as he took his stance in the middle of the mat after removing his shoes. You hesitantly stepped up as you shook your head, following his lead and discarding your shoes beforehand. 

“Don’t we need to… I don’t know... Gear up?” You were completely clueless when it came to fighting. You weren’t even sure how you got away with the small attacks you did at the arcade or in the barn. You guessed adrenaline kicked in and after watching all 15 seasons of Supernatural, you mimicked what you could remember. Seokjin laughed, amused by your inexperience, and shook his head.

“Maybe when we focus more on the technical aspect. For now, I just want you to move your body. Let’s see what you’re capable of,” he replied and positioned his legs in a sturdy second position to the side.

“Not much,” you muttered under your breath as you mirrored his stance. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” he said before his gaze hardened. The second Jin reached for you, you moved away. The movement you made was sloppy and you easily lost your balance with the quick motion. Jin followed you, throwing a punch toward your face that you barely dodged—feeling the air from the punch against your cheek.

“I thought you said you were going to go easy,” you exasperated and shuffled your body away from him.

“I am,” Jin replied blatantly, swinging a leg and knocking you off balance. You fell on your back with a thud, the air knocked out of your lungs at the unexpected action. Your eyes snapped up at Jin who stood over your form; there was a hint of a sly smile on his plump lips.

“That was going easy?” You asked incredulously, trying to catch your breath. Jin shrugged, holding out a hand to help you get up. You ignored it and stood up without his assistance.

“Maybe you should start her off with the boxing gloves,” Hoseok said when he caught sight of your fall. You brushed off the back of your legs and shook your head.

“Let’s go again,” you replied stubbornly. Hoseok was about to protest but Jin nodded and got in position before any words could leave Hobi’s heart-shaped lips.

Your eyes narrowed on his shoulders as you waited for them to shift. Your first doge was successful. When he swung a hook from the other side, you lifted an arm—blocking his attack. Although it was a little too late and your own arm bumped your head from Jin’s momentum, it was still successful. Jin smiled at your action and tried to kick you off your feet. This time, you were aware of it and moved to the side. When his legs landed in a wide lunge, you lifted your own leg and tried to swing it up at his crotch. However, he had expected the movement and grabbed your extended leg before it could go any higher. In a swift moment, he adjusted his stance and lifted your leg up, tugging your other foot from under you with his leg. For the second time that night, your back landed on the mat. Jin followed through his movements, kneeling down next to your figure and pressing the side of his forearm against your neck, grip still on your calf in mid-air.

“She definitely has potential,” K analyzed with approval. He motioned for Seokjin to move away and he did so without argument. Hoseok’s hand moved into your vision and you took it, allowing him to pull your body up.

“Hoseok, do you mind giving Minji a little more training? Seokjin and I need to discuss our upcoming mission,” K asked and gave Seokjin a look you couldn’t read. It seemed to be one that carried a secret message. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion at the mention of a mission. Did you miss something? At your puzzled look, K continued. “We need her trained. There’s apparently a new gang getting ready to make an appearance and we need to stop them.”

Your ears perked up at the mention of the new gang. Although you were still upset with Jungkook, you knew he’d be happy to hear about a new lead. 

“Do you know anything else?” You asked. K, who was not expecting a response from you, paused in his trek. He eyed you carefully as if debating on telling you what he knew. You found this odd but you supposed it was justified that he was cautious of revealing any important information to a new member.

“I just know that if they do move, they’ll be spotted at the pier. They could strike tomorrow for all we know,” he replied after his internal battle. You simply nodded and watched as he exited the practice room with Seokjin trailing behind. Once the door closed, you turned to Hoseok.

“Have you heard anything about this new gang?” You asked and watched as he picked up a pair of gloves. He assessed their size, glancing at your hands before setting the pair down and grabbing another.

“Not much,” he confessed. “K seems pretty reserved about it all. I’m surprised he told you anything really.” You tilted your head at this news. Hobi stopped in front of you, dropping the gloves on the mat then reached for the red roll. You lifted your hand and watched as Hoseok expertly wrapped it.

“Why do you think he told me then?” You wondered, glancing up at his gentle eyes. He gave you a smile as he secured the wrap before moving to your other hand.

“I heard he’s a sucker for pretty faces.” 

The next morning you woke with aching muscles. You spent the majority of the night training with Hoseok, learning different ways to block and attack an opponent. You weren’t confident in your skills, but you did feel better and more prepared for a fight. You had asked about the mission K mentioned, but similar to the new gang, he didn’t have much information. 

It was finally the weekend and also the day you were scheduled to meet with Jihyun. She claimed she needed to finish an assignment before the hangout so she had left for the library. You had about an hour left before you were supposed to meet her and her friends. 

It’s been almost 24 hours since you last spoke to Jungkook. Normally after your arguments, you would both take a breather and recollect together. This time, however, you both needed more time to think. Well, it was more like Jungkook needed more time. You knew where you stood. Jungkook would always come before Spider-Man. You just hoped he realized that he was more than the masked hero.

As you pulled down your new shirt, there was a knock at the door. You quickly glanced over your appearance before striding toward the door. You were hoping it was Jungkook on the other side. 

“Namjoon?” You said in surprise, heart sinking at it not being your boyfriend. The man looked down at you and offered a dimpled smile. “The hangout is in an hour.”

He cocked his head to the side in confusion then slid out his phone. After checking the message you had sent out earlier this week, he sighed and shoved his device in his pocket.

“Dammit,” he huffed. “Sorry. I guess I should’ve double-checked the message before I came over. I thought we could walk together. I’ll leave you to get ready.”

“Hey wait a second,” you called out, reaching out for his wrists as he began to turn away. “We can hang out. You seem really stressed out and we haven’t hung out recently.”

His solemn expression quickly morphed into an excited one. He nodded and walked inside when you stepped to the side to let him in. 

“Let me finish changing,” you announced and grabbed the jeans you had laid out. He nodded, standing awkwardly as he peered around your room. You smiled when you noticed his stiff stance. “Feel free to sit on my bed or my desk chair,” you said before slipping inside the bathroom. You were grateful to have been able to afford the dorm rooms with personal bathrooms. It made life a lot easier.

When you came out of your bathroom, Namjoon had taken a seat in your desk chair, holding up the clay vase Jungkook had made for your first year anniversary. At your sudden appearance, Namjoon jerked and winced when the clattering sound of the vase hitting your desk echoed in the room. You held your breath at his actions and stared at the (thankfully) still in-tact vase. Luckily, Namjoon dropped it from a small height.

“Sorry!” He stuttered and gently put it back in its original spot. “It didn’t break or anything,” he reassured quickly. 

You let out a small sigh of relief and climbed onto your bed. “That’s good,” you said and grabbed the stuffed animal you kept on your bed.

“Jungkook made this?” He questioned, remembering the JK engraved on the bottom. You smiled at the memory of first receiving it and nodded. It was a heart-shaped vase he used to put the flowers he got for you in. You weren’t aware he was into pottery, however, he had claimed he had only done it once when he was a little kid and didn’t remember much. For such inexperienced hands in pottery, the vase was created with a skill that was uncommon for beginners. Jungkook had the talent to pick up things quickly, though. The bottom of the base was a soft pink color that faded into a milky white. Remembering that moment suddenly made your heart tighten. Maybe you could work things out later tonight. That is if he isn’t busy swinging around Seoul.

“Did he pay for someone to do it then scribbled his name on it?” He half teased, eyes wandering to the piece on your table again. You giggled at his question. A spark of pride filled your chest at Namjoon’s words.

“No,” you laughed. “Just natural talent I guess.”

Namjoon mouthed a ‘wow’ before tearing his gaze from it. “He could definitely go into the pottery business if he wanted. How are you guys, by the way? I don’t see much of either of you.”

Your smile faltered at his question but you hid it quickly. You didn’t need to burden Namjoon with your relationship issues when you already planned to resolve them tonight. 

“We’ve been doing fine. I’m just trying hard not to fall behind,” you said, hoping to change the subject to yourself. Luckily, it worked and you and Namjoon spent the time catching up. You had forgotten how comforting his presence was. It also made you want to disclose the troubles you were having with Jungkook. However, you didn’t succumb to those feelings. 

To your utter surprise, Jungkook was the first to arrive at the Cave. The Cave was a large space for students to gather on campus and forget about academics. There were board games, foosball, a billiard table, and a few bean bag chairs scattered around the room. It was like a mini playground for students. 

Jungkook stood instantly when he saw you walk in with Namjoon. 

“Wow,” Namjoon said to you when he spotted Jungkook. “Are we late or?” He trailed off jokingly. You glanced at Namjoon before you averted your eyes back to Jungkook. He stood with his hands in his classic black jeans that hugged his legs pleasantly. He had also donned his circle-rimmed glasses. It wasn’t common for him to wear them, besides when he changed for bed, because he couldn’t wear his mask with them on. It was unfortunate since he looked so handsome with them on. You tried to hide your confusion by shifting your gaze from him. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked once you stood before him. His gaze lingered on Namjoon briefly before looking down at you. His hair fell into his eyes when he nodded and you wanted to reach up and move his locks, but you weren’t sure if he’d want that. His eyes lacked their usual lightness, hinting that he still felt distraught. Even with his glasses, you could spot the growing darkness under his eyes as well. 

Sensing something wasn’t right, Namjoon excused himself and went to a vending machine to grab a drink. Once he was gone, Jungkook spoke.

“Are you mad at me?”

“More disappointed than mad,” you answered and took a seat in the nearest chair. Jungkook followed your lead, sitting back on the bean bag chair he occupied earlier. He looked oddly small in the oversized chair.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed and adjusted the dangling earring he wore. Similar to his glasses, it was rare to see him with his piercings. He loved having them on, and you loved when he did, too, but he couldn’t wear them with his suit. He tried it once and claimed his ears were sore the next day from the jewelry digging into his earlobes. He would wear his smallest hoops if he really wanted to every once in a while because they weren’t as uncomfortable. You wondered why he decided to wear his long earring and glasses today.

“I’m so used to being… Spider-Man that I forgot Jungkook exists,” he continued quietly, making sure no one was in hearing range. “I’m scared I’ll go back to being a nobody if I don’t have the suit. It just…. It feels so good to feel wanted.”

His voice wavered slightly at the end. You could hear the desperation and fear in his voice and it made your heart tighten. You were saddened he felt this way. 

You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knees as you contemplated your next words. His eyes were cast downward as he awaited your reply. He wanted to fix what he had done wrong, but there was still a part of him that believed nobody needed Jungkook. 

“Do I not make you feel wanted?” Your voice was small and he had to strain to hear it. It pained you to think you haven’t been there for him when he needed you. You always thought you were, but maybe you were missing something.

Jungkook sat straighter suddenly, his eyes widening at your question. “What? No, no. Yn, you do. I- I just…” He sighed out and ran a hand through his hair—an act he rarely did. “That’s not what I meant.” He cursed under his breath and looked up at you with pleading eyes. You couldn’t tell if he was pleading for you to believe him or pleading for you to understand him. The thing was you did understand. You understood wanting to feel needed and wanting to keep that feeling when you gained it. You understood, maybe not to his extent, wanting to be something to society. You wanted it so bad that you had joined Vapor.

“Then why do you feel like Jungkook isn’t enough? I love that you’re Spider-Man, but that’s not who I fell in love with. Spider-Man didn’t make Jungkook. Jungkook made Spider-Man. When are you going to realize that you were never a ‘nobody’? It’s those people’s own fault for not seeing you,” you argued then saw your roommate and your friends enter the Cave in your peripheral. “I saw you, Jungkook. I thought that meant something to you.”

Before he could reply, Jihyun greeted you with a smile and open arms. You forced your own smile as you stood and wrapped your arms around her briefly. 

“My friends are running a tad bit late, but they’ll be here,” she said when she pulled back. You nodded and went to take a seat in the chair you were in but Taehyung had already claimed it. Namjoon, who had just come back, nudged you with his foot. He had pulled up a bean back chair and was scooting over. He could tell whatever you and Jungkook had been discussing had not resolved. You were grateful for his kindness and took a seat next to him. Jungkook eyed you with a blank expression, jaw clenched as he saw how pressed your leg was against Namjoon’s. Jungkook had always been more jealous than you when it came to you interacting, in a way he felt was intimate, with anyone who wasn’t him. You never used this against him, however. You knew if the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t be pleased if Jungkook deliberately tried to tick you off.

“I’m so sorry we’re late!” A familiar voice spoke loudly from the other side of the room. “Hobi took us through a not-so shortcut around campus.”

At the sight of Jaehwa and Hoseok, you instantly slouched behind Namjoon and lowered your face in hopes they didn’t see you. It was silly since they would eventually spot you, but you couldn’t help but try to avoid the inevitable. Jihyun smiled fondly at her friend. 

“Don’t worry, we’ve all just arrived. You didn’t miss anything,” Jihyun greeted. Was fate laughing at you? You couldn’t believe out of all people, those two would be your roommate’s friends. 

“Great,” Hoseok exclaimed and glanced around for a seat. He must have not noticed you because he didn’t say anything after sweeping the area. Jihyun was sitting on a small love couch and shifted to provide her friends with some room. Hobi cheerfully plopped down next to his friend. Jaehwa, on the other hand, decided to sit directly next to Jungkook. 

Hobi shook his head at Jaehwa’s choice of seating and adjusted himself to extend as much of his legs as he could on the sofa. Jungkook shifted uncomfortably and tried to move away but it didn’t do much. He ended up sinking toward Jaehwa again. She flashed her pearly whites at the man as she greedily drank in his appearance. Jungkook began to stand to find another seat, but Jaehwa grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him down. Your gaze hardened at the action, not liking the way she lingered her hand on his back after he fell down again. 

“Oh,” Jihyun said when she saw Jaehwa take a seat next to Jungkook. “I’m not sure if that’s the place best to sit.”

Jaehwa looked away from Jungkook to her friend. “Why not? I like this seat,” she said, a glint of mischievousness in her eyes. Jihyun glanced over at you worriedly.

“That’s Yn’s boyfriend.”

“Then why isn’t she sitting with him?” She asked defiantly before directing her eyes to you. “Oh!” She gasped as she recognized you. Her reaction mimicked Hoseok’s. He stared at you with wide eyes.

“What a small world,” she said slowly, and instead of getting up, leaned back further into the bean bag, which caused Jungkook to lean toward her more. Jihyun’s unease faded quickly at her friend’s words.

“Wait, do you two know her already?” She asked with a mixture of surprise and delight. You felt your heart hammer in your chest. You prayed she didn’t mention the docks. You and Jungkook were already on shaky terms. You didn’t need her to come break the ice.

“Not very well,” Jaehwa answered, a small smirk forming on her glossy lips. “We’ve bumped into each other while studying at the library. I could’ve sworn her name was Minji though.” At her latter sentence, she looked at you. Hobi pressed his back against the sofa’s arm, staring at you with hardened eyes that were usually comforting. You had a feeling at the pizza parlor that he could be extremely intimidating when he wanted to; his harsh gaze proved that.

“Uh, must’ve mistaken me for someone else then,” you lied and shifted next to Namjoon. You tore your gaze from theirs as you did so. Jungkook subtly ticked his head to the side as he examined your reaction. He caught the telltale lie at the way your body reacted and the movement of your eyes. The feeling of apprehensive rose again in his veins, yet he still couldn’t decipher whether it was calling to his Spider-Man side or his Jungkook side. Was it criminal business or was it personal? Though he wasn’t positive which one it was, he just knew something wasn’t fitting.

“Must have,” Hobi muttered. Feeling the air grow heavy, Taehyung chimed in to change the subject. 

“How did you all meet? We all met in high school. Some even met each other before then, but we all grew close as a group in high school,” Taehyung disclosed, gesturing to your group of friends as he spoke. 

Jihyun perked up at the question, forgetting about the awkward exchange. “We met each other at orientation, so we haven’t known each other long. We’ve grown close fast, though.”

As the rest of your friends joined in on the new conversation, you remained silent. You didn’t miss the exchanged look between Jaehwa and Hoseok when the conversation moved away from them. You had a sickening feeling it had something to do with you. 

You also didn’t miss the way Jaehwa not-so-subtly kept grazing her hand against Jungkook’s thigh.

The sound of a phone ringing caught everyone’s attention. You knew that ringtone the moment the first beat emitted. Instead of making an excuse and bolting out of the room, Jungkook pulled out his phone, turned off the sound, then placed the device in his pocket again. You furrowed your brows slightly at his actions, completely taken aback when Jungkook leaned back into the seat as if nothing happened. Did he change his ringtone for that to be his normal one? You peered up at Yoongi in hopes to answer your question, however, Yoongi seemed just as shocked as you.

Jungkook must have noticed both your expressions but he didn’t react. He simply pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and went back to listening to Taehyung recount the time he accidentally sent a cheat sheet to the entire class, including his professor, through email. However, Taehyung being the sweet talker he is, was able to dig himself out of getting an F or getting expelled.

When the third hour passed, your group began to part. Yoongi, to your surprise, had stayed the entire time. It seemed he was enjoying himself. You, on the contrary, were not. You hadn’t spoken much the entire time, along with Jungkook, except when you were required to. You couldn’t find the energy from arguing with Jungkook to discovering two members from Vapor finding out your real identity. 

Jungkook had dragged Yoongi out the second the opportunity opened. Your friends parted with smiles and waves, leaving you with Jihyun and her friends. However, this didn’t last when Jihyun said she had something to attend to and that she’ll see you at the dorm.

“Minji, huh?” Jaehwa said once you were alone with them, crossing her slender arms across her chest.

“I’m guessing K doesn’t know,” Hobi stated and you nodded in confirmation.

“So what are you hiding then, ‘Minji’?” Jaehwa sneered. You glanced between the two and felt yourself taking a small step back. You haven’t spoken much to Jaehwa but you could tell she was used to getting her way and belittling anyone in her way.

“Nothing,” you retorted and straightened your posture. Now was not the time to show you were feeling panicked. “I just didn’t want to disclose personal information to strangers.”

They stared at you for a moment. It made you uncomfortable and you fought the urge to fidget under their intense gazes.

“K doesn’t like liars,” Jaehwa said quietly yet strictly. “I advise you to not do something stupid. It really won’t turn out well for you,” she said before twisting her lips into a smile. It was forced and anything but kind. She took one longing look up and down your small frame before giggling.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she continued and began taking small, bouncy steps backward. “Oh and thanks for the seat today. Did you know your boyfriend’s body is really nice to lean against? Very firm,” she teased with an impish look. “Let him know I’m available if something doesn’t work out for you two.”

You stood there, jaw clenched, as she locked her arms with Hoseok and exited the building. Hobi gave you a sympathetic look as he waved. Once they were gone, you let your shoulders slump. You fell back into the bean bag Jungkook and Jaehwa previously sat. You could smell the lingering scent of Jaehwa’s cherry perfume mixed with Jungkook’s vanilla. It made you ill thinking of the two of them in an intimate way. Hell, just thinking of them being this close in proximity again, regardless of if it was romantic, made you sick. You hated the way jealousy made you feel but you couldn’t help it this time. Jaehwa had succeeded in crawling under your skin and ruffling your feathers. 

An unsettling fog loomed over you. You figured the unresolved issues with Jungkook were taking a harder toll on you than expected. As for Jaehwa and Hoseok, you weren’t sure how to handle the situation. You didn’t like what Jaehwa had said about K. He never gave you the reason to fear him, but you wouldn’t put it past him. You could tell his moves were calculated and he always had schemes running through his head. However, you thought this was simply because he was trying to figure out a way to resolve the gangs. Maybe you had been looking at it in the wrong way. 

You were still uneasy when it came to Seokjin, too. He seemed to be close friends with Kangdae but you didn’t know how that came to be. After years of knowing Seokjin, he had never mentioned a K or a Kangdae. Seokjin hasn’t done anything threatening to you since the day he kidnapped you. Could he have really changed in three years? Did that vengeance no longer have a hold on him? It was difficult to believe, but it wasn’t entirely impossible. 

You pulled out your phone to check the time. It was seven in the evening. You had managed to keep track of your assignments (barely) and were one week ahead. You usually wanted to stay two weeks ahead, but with everything going on, you found that to be difficult. The feeling to divulge your troubles rose in your chest as you sat thinking. You didn’t feel like arguing with Jungkook and none of your friends knew about your secret disappearances. Jihyun was too busy with her own assignments to keep track of you. You were grateful to have a roommate who went to bed early and didn't question you when you came back at three in the morning. You guessed she figured you were out late studying. 

The feeling of isolation invaded your mind. You didn’t have anyone to turn to and you desperately needed guidance. Jimin was always a good listener. Namjoon gave wise advice. Taehyung could cheer you up instantly. However, you didn’t want to have to explain your entire story to them. You needed someone who already knew what was going on. 

At 8:27 you rapped your knuckles against the wooden door. With the help of the RA, you found his room easily. There was a shuffling on the other side before the door unlocked. Hoseok’s eyes widened when he saw you standing in front of him. Although he wasn’t aware of your and Jungkook’s relationship, you could use someone to talk to about Vapor.

“Minji? Shit, sorry, I mean Yn,” he corrected quickly. He glanced both ways down the hall then back to you. You could tell he was confused—firstly with how you knew where he resided and secondly with why you were here. 

“Can I come in?” You asked softly, hoping he would say yes. He nodded and moved to the side for you. His room was the same size as Jungkook and Yoongi’s room. The layout was similar to theirs as well except flipped. You could easily determine which side was his. His desk was filled with colorful objects with two pouches hanging off the back of his desk chair. 

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here?” He asked as he shut the door. The hardened gaze he gave you earlier was nowhere to be seen. Whatever negative thoughts had gone through his head were replaced with joyful ones. 

“Why were you mad when you saw me?” You asked. It wasn’t the question you came to ask, but seeing the stark contrast from then to now made you curious. 

“You lied to us,” he said as if it were obvious. “How could I trust you when you falsified who you were?”

“Only my name,” you murmured. Hoseok nodded and took a seat on his roommate’s bed. He gestured for you to sit on his. You obliged. 

“It’s still a lie,” he countered. “But I can understand why you did it. I just hope K will be understanding, too.” Your ears perked up at the sound of Kangdae’s name. 

“Speaking of, do you really think he’s as aggressive as Jaehwa made him out to be?” Hobi laughed at your question, but it wasn’t because he thought it was funny. It was because it was so ridiculous he couldn’t believe you asked such a question. 

“Definitely,” he confirmed without hesitation. “You haven’t seen him angry yet. Dude could snap my neck without a second thought.”

That’s not what you wanted to hear. “What about Seokjin?”

Hobi leaned back as he thought. You were anxious to hear what he had to say. You wanted him to say Seokjin was bat-shit-crazy, but you also wanted him to say he was a kind man. It was insane, but it would make you feel better if Hoseok gave the okay for Jin. 

“He doesn’t seem like a bad man,” he said and it had you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “But there’s something up with that guy.”

You deflated again. 

“What do you mean by that?”

Hoseok shrugged. “I just get the feeling something is off with him. Almost like he’s trying too hard to get something he wants but won’t let you know what it is.”

You let his words sink in. It was something you had felt, too. Seokjin was showing his gentle side—the calm before the storm. It was something you learned after seeing his dangerous side after all those years of thinking he was a simple, compassionate man. You had never felt he had a wicked bone in his body when you knew him from high school. It took you by surprise to learn he was behind your kidnapping. 

“Why do you ask?” Hoseok asked when you didn’t reply. You tore yourself from your thoughts and glanced down at your feet dangling off Hobi’s bed.

“I’m starting to feel like something is off with this organization,” you said truthfully. Despite Hobi having close relations with Jaehwa, something about him made you trust him. You trusted he wouldn’t go against your back and expose you to the others. However, you had thought Seokjin was loyal, too, at once. Maybe you should stop taking people at face value. It was too late now, though.

“Is it because of what Jaehwa said earlier? Don’t listen to her—really. She likes to get under people’s skin. It’s a talent of hers, unfortunately,” he sighed. “Trust in Vapor. Jaehwa said K is planning to infiltrate the upcoming gang. Said they’re going to stop the incoming shipment and take the supplies for safety. If they get into the hands of the new gang then the citizens of Seoul could be in danger.”

“How is K getting this information?” You asked, startled by how much Kangdae had been keeping from you and the other members. Hoseok shrugged. 

“Beats me,” he replied. He didn’t seem as concerned as you and that raised a flag in your head. “I’m guessing he still has insiders in some organizations.”

“Still? Did he used to be in one?” You realized now just how little you knew about K. This should’ve been your fifth warning sign. 

“Yup,” he emphasized the p with a pop. “Don’t worry, though. He got out and he plans to take down the gangs from the inside. He’s got to play both sides to get access to information.”

You bit your bottom lip at this discovery. No one ever truly escaped a gang. Surely, there was more to this. 

“How can we trust him then? What if he’s just using us? Grooming us to his personal use?” You asked and stared intensely at Hoseok. 

“I’ve known K for a couple of months now. This guy is rough, but he seems to have a good, sensible head on his shoulders. He seems to really care about protecting the city he grew up in.” You were shocked to hear how highly Hobi spoke of K. You had a feeling Hoseok liked K, but you weren’t aware of its extent. However, this didn’t cure the concern you felt. 

“What would he do if I left?” You weren’t sure if you were 100% going to do it, but you no longer felt this was the route you wanted to take to make a name for yourself. Perhaps you were starting to be okay with helping your elderly neighbors and their rats. You were a hero in their eyes after all. 

Hoseok frowned at your question, hesitation detected in his voice when he answered. “You would be the first, so I’m not sure.”

Another answer you didn’t want to hear. 

“I would hate to see you leave, though,” Hoseoki confessed. “I see high potential for you. You’re inexperienced, yes, but you’ve improved rather quickly. I think we could really use you. Don't you want to help protect the people of Seoul? Isn’t that why you joined? Spider-Man can’t do it all.”

At the mention of the hero, your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t sure if Jungkook would approve of you joining Vapor even if it were for the good of society. Maybe this was the real reason you kept this hidden.

“I do want to help,” you retorted. “I’m just not sure if I’m ready for this. I think I should keep to more mundane crime-stopping. Do you have any fleeing rats? I’m known to be good at chasing them out.”

Hoseok laughed at your response. “I think you’re just talking yourself out now,” he mused. “Go sleep on it. I think you’re just overreacting. You’ll be great. We’ll train more tomorrow and you’ll feel better.”

“Fine,” you grumbled and hopped off his bed. 

“Hey, let’s exchange numbers. You can give me a heads up next time you want to talk. Usually, my roommate is in, but he had to go finish his essay on the common computers since his laptop stopped working.”

“Ooh,” you cringed and typed your number in his phone while he did the same on yours. “That sounds rough. I hope he’s able to finish it.”

Hoseok chuckled and handed your phone back. “Me too. He’s annoying when he’s angry.”

You smiled at him and waved as he shut his door. As you were walking from his room, you bumped into a familiar figure. 

“I thought you barely knew the guy, so why are you visiting his room at this hour?” Yoongi questioned. His eyes were rigid and he was standing straighter than usual. You knew you weren’t on his good side right now.

“He’s actually my chem partner,” you lied. “I needed homework help and since he’s my partner,” you trailed. Yoongi narrowed his eyes slightly. He wasn’t as experienced as Jungkook on knowing when you were lying or not, but his instincts told him something wasn’t adding up.

“Jungkook excels in chemistry. Why not ask him?” He asked, eyes never parting yours even after you looked away. 

“I’m sure you know we’re not in the best place right now,” you replied. “Plus, I didn’t want to bother him. You said I should leave him alone more anyway.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at the latter. He sensed you were just using his words against him even though you knew that’s not what he meant the other day. “That day, yes, because he was extremely behind. Did you know he’s pulled several all-nighters just to free up time for you? Kid’s four weeks ahead of schedule.”

Your eyes shifted back to him at his confession. You hadn’t known that. You figured he was cramming to get caught up—not to get ahead. Four weeks was a lot, too. You weren’t even four weeks ahead. From your silence and startled expression, Yoongi knew the answer. 

“Whatever you’re up to, you should probably come clean to Jungkook. He cares for you,” he said, voice gentler this time. You swallowed thickly as you registered his words. Your mouth opened to respond but was silenced by Jungkook’s voice. 

“Leave her alone, hyung.”

His tone wasn’t angry or annoyed despite his diction. He simply sounded tired. You peered around Yoongi to see Jungkook standing in his doorway, hands tucked into his gray sweatpants as he leaned against the doorframe. You recognized the clothing instantly. You had bought them, along with his matching gray hoodie with black drawstrings, for Christmas last year. He still had his glasses on. His hair was light and airy; he must’ve just taken a shower and blow-dried it. Your insides twisted at how dreamy he looked. He didn’t even have to try. If you were on speaking terms, you would’ve run and thrown your arms around his neck. There was a pang in your chest knowing that wasn’t going to happen. 

Yoongi turned back to you and lowered his voice so only you could hear. “The fact that you’re keeping a secret from him should mean something.”

He didn’t wait for you to reply, turning on his heel and shuffling inside his room. Jungkook lingered in the doorway for a few more seconds. His expression was blank as he scanned your body for a second. Without a word, he pushed off the doorframe, took a step back, and clicked the door close. 

“Uh, excuse me, miss, but you’re going to have to leave. Females aren’t allowed in after 9 pm,” a male voice said to you awkwardly. You tore your gaze from Jungkook’s closed door to look at the RA. Sighing, you began walking toward the exit, wondering what your next move should be.

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Warning Signs || jjk | 5

“Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader

⚠️ Rating/Genre: NC-17; Action, crime, angst, light fluff, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Warnings: Physical fighting (choking, hitting), mentions of injuries, slight manhandling, torture (inflicting immense pain, crying), administrating electric shocks

⚠️ Word count: 5.9k

⚠️ Author’s Note: Ahhhh the support I have received so far is very heartwarming! We’re getting to the good stuff now hehe. Warnings/triggers will be increasing (in number and context), so please read them and proceed with caution! I hope you all enjoy, as always. Welcome back, Jungkookieeee.

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii​ (I have eight eyes for you c; )

⚠️ Taglist: @jobetspot​, @gukssunshine​, @shatzkrinslinzki​ // [CLOSED]

SBaFL au | main masterlist

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Jungkook knew the moment you started putting academics on the back burner that something was off.

He sat on his bed, head resting against the wall behind him as he tried to backtrack his weeks. There had to be a sign that indicated when you started to derail. He supposed he could follow you, but that felt like an invasion of your privacy. He didn’t want to do that to you. 

“I don’t understand why you won’t just straight up ask her what’s wrong,” Yoongi mumbled when he came back from his class. Jungkook didn’t bother to open his eyes as his roommate came inside.

“She doesn’t seem to want me around,” Jungkook replied. You were avoiding him and every time he saw you, you were either busy with schoolwork or with another person. He figured he should’ve stormed up to you and demanded what you were doing when you weren’t with him, but that sounded too aggressive. He wished you trusted him enough to come to him first. That didn’t seem like the case, however. It confused him more because he thought you did trust him. He wondered when that changed. 

“When has that stopped you before?” Yoongi scoffed. Jungkook sighed and opened his eyes to peer at his friend.

“It feels different this time. There’s like this… This guard she put up and I can’t seem to understand what’s going on inside that head of hers,” he answered and tilted his head in bewilderment when Yoongi tossed a pair of boots at him.

“That’s exactly why you’re going to go over there and ask her.” He motioned for Jungkook to start putting on the shoes. When he didn’t comply, Yoongi grabbed a boot and began shoving it on Jungkook’s already-socked foot.

“Woah, hey, I can do it. I’m not a kid,” Jungkook whined and shooed Yoongi away.

“Then stop acting like one.” 

Jungkook frowned at Yoongi as he slipped on his shoes. He slowly stood and grabbed his keys from their place on his nightstand.

“What if she doesn’t want me there? What if she… What if she breaks up with me?” Jungkook questioned, the thought of not being able to call you his making him queasy. 

“She won’t. She’s too in love with you to do that,” he responded and opened his laptop.

“She doesn’t seem like it,” Jungkook muttered as he slipped his keys in his pocket. He felt like a kicked puppy. Yoongi sighed and nodded at the closed door.

“You should’ve seen her face when I told her you were four weeks ahead for her,” he started. “Trust me, she’s still in love with you.”

“You told her that?” Jungkook huffed and slumped against the closed door. His roommate never disclosed exactly what he told you that night. Jungkook only knew he was interrogating you from the stance he took and the shuffling of your feet—something you did when you were nervous or uncomfortable.

“It doesn’t matter. Get going already,” Yoongi said and pointed at the door. Jungkook grumbled under his breath before swinging the door open and heading to your dorm.

When you opened your door, the last person you expected to see was Jungkook. He had one hand up in a first, indicating he was about to knock until the door moved. Startled, he stared down at you wide-eyed.

“Jungkook?” Your voice was small as you looked into his round eyes. It’s been too long since you’ve seen them this close. His dark chocolate irises shone even under the fluorescent lights in the hallway. The way you said his name made his insides flip, but he would never confess that out loud. 

“C-can we talk?” He mumbled, glancing down at your attire. You wore jeans that hugged your legs nicely and a long sleeve shirt. He noticed the coat of foundation on your skin and the flags in his head rose. The only time you wore that was for special occasions. So where are you headed that was so important?

“Later, Koo. I’ve got to get to class,” you sighed and moved forward. He took a step back, allowing you enough room to step out and shut your door. As you started your walk out of the building, he trailed closely behind you.

“Let me walk you,” he offered and glanced at the clock hanging from the wall in the hallway. “You have history now, right?”

You glanced at him and pulled the straps of your backpack tighter. “Yeah. Why aren’t you in class?” You questioned, realizing he supposedly had chemistry now.

“Ahh, there was a gas leak so the professor dismissed us. Gave us extra homework because of it though,” he said with a small frown. You hummed in reply and watched as your feet moved along the concrete. You were glad to see Jungkook, but your mind was too focused on what occurred at the mission to truly give him your full attention.

“What did you want to talk about?” Your question was loaded. There was a lot to talk about. From his argument about Spider-Man versus Jungkook to you escaping the nights to the dockyard. And somehow muddled in the middle, was the confusion about your relationship.

Jungkook slid his hands in his pants pockets to keep himself from intertwining his fingers with yours. He hesitated to speak, not wanting to stick his nose in business you obviously didn’t want him in, but the unnerving sensation in the back of his neck had him pushing on.

“Are you in trouble?”

His question caused you to falter in your steps. You wrapped your arms around your torso, fingers brushing over your bandaged forearm to remind you of the other night. A voice told you the answer was yes. Perhaps this should’ve been your seventh warning sign. 

“Why do you ask?”

“I just… I’ve got the feeling something is off. You didn’t run into them did you?”

At your puzzled expression, he explained, “That new gang I told you about finally struck. I didn’t have enough information so I couldn’t stop them.” His voice was heavy at his failure and you wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but he spoke again before you had the chance.

“It must not be that then since you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he paused. “ Is it me or-”

“It’s not you,” you said, a little too quickly than you would’ve liked. You admit it was partly because of him at first. Despite the argument after the bank robbery, he still seemed narrow-minded at the Cave. However, that was no longer at the forefront of your troubles.

“Then what? Why aren’t you talking to me?” He almost begged; his tone a mixture of hurt and desperation. It made your heart fall in your chest. You slowed your steps as you stood in front of the building your class was in. When you stared up at him, your shoulders felt heavy with guilt. In the sunlight, you could see the brown in his eyes more clearly. They were consumed with sorrow and distress. His whole body sagged when you didn’t answer right away. You wanted nothing more than to put the light back in his eyes.

“I’m Jungkook,” he said quietly. The sudden claim caused you to furrow your brows. You opened your mouth to confirm he was, indeed, Jungkook, but he stopped you by speaking. “I’m more Jungkook than I am Spider-Man,” he continued softly. You glanced around quickly to ensure no one was around, albeit, he didn’t seem worried like you. 

“What are you talking about, Jungkook?” 

His gaze rose slowly from his feet to your soft eyes.

“I know now how important Jungkook is. I’m sorry I implied that he was worthless. I just… I was too wrapped up with the admiration I was receiving as Spider-Man. I didn’t want to lose it, but I forgot that your praise matters more than anyone else’s. I’d rather be Jeon Jungkook than be Spider-Man if that meant I could be with you.”

You stared at him, lips parted, and eyes slightly glossy. You were sure he could hear the way your heart hammered against your ribcage. It was then you knew you needed to come clean. You couldn’t let him feel all the guilt when you knew you tormented him with your secrets.

But not right now.

You needed to get out of Vapor first. You didn’t want him to cause more vexation if he knew you were still a part of it. Although you didn’t care about being late for your class, you said, “I’ve got to go. I’ll be back later. I’ll tell you everything later. Okay?”

Your words were rushed as you stepped up to the front door, unwrapping your arms to reach for the door handle. Jungkook stood dumbfounded for a few seconds before registering what was happening. He reached out and grabbed your forearm. 

“Hey wait, Yn-”

You hissed in pain as he rubbed against your wound, wincing at the sudden throb that shot through your arm. Jungkook’s doe eyes expanded and he immediately released his hold as if he had placed his palm on a hot burner. 

“I’m sorry,” he hurriedly apologized at your reaction. His eyes were quick to narrow on your forearm, watching as you put your other hand over the area.

“I’ll come to your dorm tonight. I-I don’t know what time, but I’ll come. I’m sorry,” you replied before he could ask what happened. You threw the building’s door open and scurried inside without another word. 

Jungkook stared at where you disappeared in utter perplexity. He glanced down at the hand that touched you and wondered if he accidentally held you too tightly. It wouldn’t be the first time he used more strength than he meant to, but it would be the first time he unconsciously used too much strength on you. 

Jungkook decided he wouldn’t wait for you at the dorm but would catch you after your class. He walked inside the building, found a semi-comfortable chair, and plopped down. You should come this way after your class ends.

By the time Jungkook recovered from his disarray and sat inside the building, you had already slipped out of the building using the back door.

Although you normally arrived at the docks at eleven at night, you stepped on board at four. You knew K and some of the other members were not in university and practically lived here so it wouldn’t be abandoned. 

As you were about to knock on the door to the Quarter, you heard two male voices inside. You recognized them to be K’s and Jin’s. 

“That was successful, no?” K elated. You peaked around the hallway before staying still and straining your hearing. You weren’t sure who all was on the ship, but you hoped none of them would spot you eavesdropping.

“Indeed it was,” Seokjin replied. “We were able to get all the shipment with minimal injuries to the members.”

There was a clapping sound from behind the door and you figured it came from Kangdae.

“Plus,” K began with excitement. “The spider didn’t stop us. I’m sure we could’ve overtaken him, but it would’ve cost us time and we didn’t have that. The other rivals probably called backup the moment we attacked.”

“You did a good job keeping the invasion confidential then,” Jin praised. “I’m sure if he knew the location and time he would’ve already been there to take us down.”

There was a pause and you were guessing K was nodding. “He didn’t take the bait either. I thought you said she knew him? He didn’t go to the pier.”

What was he talking about? What bait? You vaguely recall K mentioning the pier would be where the new group would strike. Although you meant to inform Jungkook, you had forgotten. Was Jungkook supposed to go there because of you?

“She does,” Jin said firmly. “She must have not told him.”

“Does that mean she’s onto us?”

“No,” Jin answered. There were a few seconds between his next answer and you wondered what Seokjin was mulling over. “They tell each other everything. There must be something going on between them.”

You were certain Jin was talking about you and Jungkook now—it only made sense. It infuriated you that Seokjin had lied to you, though you shouldn’t be surprised. How much did Jin tell K about you and Spider-Man? Does this mean K knows who’s behind the mask?

K huffed in response then paused. There was some shuffling before K spoke again. “Well, regardless, he didn’t screw us up. However, the plan almost got fucked up because of Jae. I don’t understand how difficult it is to understand ‘don’t meddle with my damn business’.”

“I was wondering where she came up with that bullshit,” Jin chuckled. “Taking the shipment for safety? To protect the citizens of Seoul?”

“I told her we didn’t need a cover story. No one was asking questions. I had it under control. She didn’t need to go make things up.” There was irritation in K’s voice that confused you. A cover story?

“I had to bring in Yn and Hoseok just to keep them quiet. I’m glad you didn’t mention anything at that meeting. I didn’t get the chance to talk to you since you came back early,” K explained. You straightened your posture at the mention of your name. 

“Ah, yes. My meeting was completed earlier than I expected,” Jin answered.

“So is it confirmed? Are you becoming CEO within the next few months?” Your eyes widened slightly at K’s question. You figured he was talking about Jin taking over Kim Enterprises. While he was destined to be CEO, you thought it was too early for that to happen. His father seemed adamant to keep the company—only willing to give it up on his deathbed. You wondered what changed. 

There was no response to Jin but hearing another round of applause from K was enough to give you an answer.

“What are we going to do about Hoseok and Yn?” Jin questioned. You stared intensely at the door as if that would help you hear better.

“We were lucky they believed Jae’s bogus story. I’m sure we can persuade them again. We just go with it to make sure they don’t find out who we really are.”

What did he mean by that? If he was referring to him being in a gang previously, then you knew that already. And you knew about Jin’s criminal past because you had been a part of it. Did K know the latter?

“I’m not sure how long that will last,” Jin replied honestly. “There’s only so many times we can use the excuse of a new, dangerous, rival gang.”

“You’ll be surprised how many new gangs are formed every night,” K answered. “But I understand where you’re coming from. None of the new gangs will be as strong as we are. Did you hear? We’re the talk of the night.”

It was then the pieces you gathered from Jungkook clicked. The upcoming gang and the recent attack fit Vapor’s MO. You didn’t want to accept that. You didn’t want to believe that you were manipulated into helping the new gang Jungkook warned you about. You felt appalled by the realization.

“What are you doing?” A low voice asked behind you. You jumped and shifted your body from the door. You hadn’t seen him around before but figured he was part of the organization… Or gang… Does this mean you are a gang member now?

“Nothing,” you shook your head and took a step away. “I was admiring the wall. It’s very sturdy and-” You knocked against the metal, letting the sound echo in the hall. “Metal-y.”

You cringed inwardly at your words. So much for starting to be good at lying.

The door to the Quarter open and K stood in the doorway. He presented you with a beguiling smile. It was the same smile he gave you when you first met him—gentle with the undertone of wickedness. 

“Ah, just the woman I wanted to see! Thanks, Sungjin. Yn, come in,” he greeted. Although you didn’t want to comply, the man who caught you, Sungjin, nudged you inside before walking away. Next time you needed a fighting partner, you’d call dibs on him.

Asshole.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” Kangdae said as he shut the door, a soft click emitting from behind you. That wasn’t a good sound. You lingered by the door when K moved past you. Even though he locked it, you had a better chance of escaping if you stayed close to it. However, K knew your motive and gestured for you to sit. When you didn’t oblige, he pulled his gun from his waistband and pointed it at you.

“So how much did you hear?” K asked once you sat on the sofa opposite of Jin. He appeared relaxed as he sat upright with an arm draped over his crossed legs.

What rhymes with night?

“Something about mice,” you lied. “You said there’s a lot of talk about mice here. Are their mice onboard?”

K chuckled at your stupid answer and slid his gun back in its slot. He didn’t believe you but wanted to play along.

“Probably,” he answered. He was oddly calm after catching you sneaking outside his room. “To what do I owe the pleasure of you visiting so early today?”

This was going to be the difficult part. It didn’t help that you were caught eavesdropping. “I realized during the mission this isn’t for me. I’m not cut out for this.”

K’s eyes narrowed at you and pushed off the counter to stalk toward you.

“I can’t let you do that,” he responded slowly. Your eyes followed his movements as he came closer. “I told you before, Yn, you’re an asset.”

“And like I said before: There are more skilled people to take my place,” you argued and scooted away from him when he took a seat next to you.

He tsk’d while he shook his head. “That’s not the kind of asset I’m talking about.” You were wary about his answer, but you asked anyway.

“Then what are you talking about?”

“You have connections with Spider-Man. It’s the best asset I could ask for,” he murmured, the corner of his lips rising in a smirk. You stood up and increased your distance. You didn’t need to glance at Seokjin to know he outed you. You guessed as much earlier. This only confirmed your suspicions. 

“You know, Spidey and I aren’t really on speaking terms right now. I think you sh-”

“Is she usually this chatty?” K asked, glancing at the other man while he rose to his feet. Jin shrugged but didn’t move or say anything. “Look, Yn, there are two options—simple really. You’re either going to lure Spider-Man out willingly or you’re going to lure him out by force.”

You continued your paces backward toward the door, however, K shorted the distance quickly.

“Is there a third option? Maybe one that includes letting me go and forgetting this happened? Spider-Man who?”

Instead of responding verbally, Kangdae swiftly swung his arm at you. You ducked under it and kicked his side as hard as you could. He grunted, stumbling back some before reaching out and grabbing the back of your head, fisting his fingers in your hair. He tugged down hard, forcing you to look up before he placed his free hand around your exposed neck.

You reached out and tried to dig your fingers in his eyes. When that didn’t work, you raised a leg to kick him. Unfortunately, he was more observant than you gave him credit for and he blocked your attack with his own leg.

“Stupid girl,” he hissed and squeezed your throat tighter. “We taught you how to fight. You can’t overpower me.”

He released his hold and tossed your body to the floor. You skidded along the rug with a small cry as your hands burned. Before you could register what happened, you felt a sharp pain erupt from a blow to your head. You knew the hundred little white specks in your vision weren’t a good sign. The specks quickly invaded the rest of your vision and you felt your body slump as you fell into a slumber.

When Jungkook learned you never stepped foot into the classroom, he was disgruntled. He was annoyed at another lie you spat at him. He just wanted to know you were safe. He didn’t understand what was so important that you had to hide things from him.

By the time it was midnight and he hadn’t received a message, his anger transformed into worry. Surely you wouldn’t stand him up after he told you how he felt. Though you had been lying, and it made him second-guess everything. Did you lie about coming clean, too?

At one in the morning, he kicked off his covers and shoved his feet into the first pair of boots his hands landed on. He had been laying in his bed, waiting for his phone to ring or for you to knock on his first-story window. You never entered from his window so he doubted the latter, but he never knew. You were changing before his eyes and he couldn’t keep up. He didn’t know who you were becoming; that terrified him because this ‘new’ you didn’t seem to need him anymore.

“Where are you going?” Yoongi’s groggy voice asked. His eyes were half-open as he looked up lazily.

“Something isn’t right. I mean—it hasn’t been right for weeks, but this is more alarming. She was supposed to be here,” Jungkook replied and grabbed his keys.

“Maybe she lied again,” he mumbled and fell back against his pillow. Jungkook pursed his lips at the thought.

“Maybe,” he exhaled deeply. “But I need to find out.”

“Have you tried to track her phone?” He asked which had Jungkook’s hand hovering over the doorknob. 

“Aishh, how could I be so dull?” Jungkook mumbled to himself as he quickly loaded his laptop and flipped on his desk lamp. Yoongi groaned in protest at the light and rolled over, pulling the covers over his face. After a few minutes of aggressively typing, Jungkook threw his back against his chair in frustration. “Of course it’s off. The last place it was in was her dorm. That doesn’t help me at all.”

With the tracking not working, he left for the female’s dorm. Although he wasn’t allowed in, he could easily peer into your window. Thankfully, like Jungkook, you lived on the ground floor so there was no need to risk being seen climbing up a wall in the middle of the night. Your curtains were thin and would allow him to see through. If he were caught it would look extremely inappropriate, but he didn’t care. His panic only grew when he saw your empty bed. You could be at the library, but he had a gut feeling that wasn’t where you were. You should’ve at least texted him you were staying late to study. With a huff, he left to go see the person who would most likely know where you were.

Jungkook tried not to knock loud enough to wake the rest of the residents, but when no one answered the door, he knocked harder. The door opened a minute later.

“It’s Jungkook, right?” Hoseok questioned slowly. He was only dressed in his underwear, hair tousled from his pillow. Jungkook didn’t care about his appearance or that he woke him up, though.

“Where is she?” He asked instead, narrowing his eyes at the sleepy man.

“Where is who?”

Jungkook’s patience was growing thin. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were in grave danger. “Yn. Where is she?” 

Hoseok squinted his eyes as he tried to understand why he would be looking for you at one in the morning. 

“In her dorm, probably? Don’t you know what time it is?” Hoseok sighed, glancing at the clock that rested on his nightstand.

“She was supposed to meet me and she didn’t. I figured you would know where she would be,” Jungkook explained. He peered over the man’s shoulder to see if you were hiding in there. Although he would be ticked to find you here, at least you would be safe—well, relatively safe. He couldn’t be certain if Hoseok was safe to be around. He still couldn’t figure out why you abruptly started to hang around him more than your own boyfriend. 

“She’s not here,” Hoseok said when he saw Jungkook analyze his room. “I’m sure she accidentally forgot and is out studying or sleeping or something,” he rambled. “I’ll let you know if I see her tomorrow.” He began to close the door but Jungkook stopped it. Even though Hoseok was half-asleep, his eyes widened at the force at which Jungkook halted his movements. Jungkook quickly eased on his pressure at the man’s expression.

“If I find out you hurt her, you’re not going to want to see me again,” Jungkook glared. It was rare for him to send out threats (not to mention his interrogation tactics needed work), but he didn’t know where you were and he knew the clock was ticking. If he had to make a few threats to get your location, then so be it. Although you both have been distant recently, he still was devoted to you. He realized then that he’d probably always be bewitched by you.

“I didn’t do anything to her,” Hoseok replied just as firmly. “Get some sleep, Jungkook.”

The door shut without another word from Hoseok and Jungkook was left alone with his troubling thoughts in the middle of the hallway.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you came to. There was a pounding in your head and your vision was slowly clearing. You knew you were still on the ship because of the faint smell of fish and your surroundings rocked slightly as gentle waves hit the side of the ship.

You must be at the bottom of the ship since it was a lot darker than where you usually were. Your hands and feet were bound to a chair; however, unlike the chair Seookjin used, this one was metal and the back was made up of smooth edges. You weren’t sure how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

The sound of voices halted your scan around the room.

“Why is she down here?” It sounded like Hoseok and you perked at the hopes he would release you.

“She went against K,” the other voice said. The door opened and you watched as Hoseok looked down at you, shocked and confused.

“K doesn’t want her going anywhere until he figures out what to do with her,” the other male said, hinting to Hoseok to not do anything dumb—like untie you. He left after sending a warning glare to both of you.

“Oh thank goodness,” you sighed when the door shut, rigid body slugging in your chair. Hoseok stood still as he looked at the bruise forming on your neck. Your foundation must be wearing off from yesterday since his eyes looked at the similar bruise on your cheek. Although he already knew about that one, he still let his eyes linger on it.

“Please,” you begged when he didn’t automatically free you. You could see him debate internally what you were asking him to do. Your hopes were slowly fading when you realized he might not let you go. You sat straighter. “We’re friends, right? Please, Hobi. You can’t trust K. He lied to us. There’s no new gang—We are the new gang. We stole the shipment for K’s personal needs, not to protect Seoul-”

“Where did you hear all this?” Hoseok interrupted.

“From K and Seokjin. I overheard them talk-”

“And that’s why you’re in this position?”

You frowned, dispirited. Why did his tone make you feel guilty for having eavesdropped?

“Well, partly. They-”

The sound of the door opening made your throat close up. Both you and Hoseok glanced to see who it was. 

“How was your nap?” Kangdae asked with a small smirk. You slumped back in your chair, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Delightful,” you replied sarcastically. “What do you want?”

“Well, I heard you were awake so I came to check up on you. Aren’t you lucky?” He chuckled and moved past Hoseok. He bent down slightly to analyze your condition. His hand gripped your chin, moving your face back and forth before tilting it upward to see your neck. You weren’t sure why he was assessing you, but you just wanted his hand off your face.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. Can you stay there for me?” He asked even though he knew you couldn’t move. Your eyes narrowed and you did what you wish you did to Seokjin all those years ago—you spat in his face. K’s playful expression quickly turned sour. He used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the spit from his face before curling his fingers around your throat. The front legs of the chair were lifted from the floor at K pushing against you.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling nice today. You would be on the floor, bruised and bleeding, otherwise,” he let go of your throat harshly then turned to Hoseok. Your chair rocked slightly as it fell back on the ground. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Make sure she doesn’t get out.” He lingered at the door before directing his additional comment to Hoseok and exiting the room.

“If you let her go, consider yourself a dead man.”

You knew you didn’t have much time before he came back so your next words were rushed. You decided that instead of pleading for him to let you go, you’d use this time to warn Jungkook through Hoseok.

“I need you to go back to the dorms and find Jungkook,” you demanded, eyes darting from his face to the door.

“Jungkook?” He questioned, attention turning to you again. He suddenly remembered his interaction with him last night. “You were supposed to meet him yesterday.”

You gave him a confused look. You didn’t tell him that. That didn’t matter right now, though. “Yes, then this happened. Look, tell him I have a message for Spider-Man. He needs to not follow me. It’s going to be a trap. Tell him microwaves.”

“Microwaves?” He was trying to keep up with your speedy talking, but this completely baffled him. 

“He dislikes them. It’s our code word. He’ll believe you if you say that,” you pleaded. You were relying on Hoseok to warn Jungkook since you couldn’t. You didn’t know what K was planning but you doubted you were going to get the chance to talk to Jungkook before he used you to get to Spider-Man.

“What does Jungkook have to do with Spider-Man?”

“He has connections to him. Don’t tell him I’m here, either,” you replied and glanced behind him at the door again. “Please, Hoseok, Spider-Man can’t come here,” you cried and tugged on the restraints. Hoseok looked at you but didn’t say anything. There was still turmoil behind his dark eyes. You understood he had put his faith in K, but how far did those loyalties lie?

The door opened a second later and K walked back in with something in his hand. “Perfect!” He exclaimed when he saw you still bound. “Thank you, Hoseok. You can leave us now,” K said and gestured for him to leave. Hoseok hesitated, glancing at you then at K, then back to you. 

“Bye Hoseok,” K sang and gave him a shove out the door. The panic in your chest rose as the door clicked shut. You glanced at his hand and saw what seemed like a syringe. There wasn’t a needle at the end, however, but a small square device. You didn’t recognize what it was and you instantly tried to move away from him.

“I hope you don’t mind but I figured you chose the second option which was to lure by force,” K said, tangling his fingers in your hair again. You hissed out when he tugged harshly on your locks, exposing your neck. “This may pinch.”

You couldn’t see what Kangdae was doing since he angled your face downward. The syringe-like object was pressed against the back of your neck. There was a second of silence before your screams echoed in the small room. Your body jerked as a tormenting sting emitted from whatever K injected you with. When K was sure the device was set, he pulled away. You let your head hang as you tried to catch your breath. The initial shock was wearing down but the soreness in the back of your neck still lingered.

“What the fuck was that?” You panted as you squeezed your eyes shut, a few tears falling.

“I called it Ted,” he said apathetically as he examined the device in his hand.

“What?” You asked with a groan, wincing from the pain when you moved your head slightly. After a moment, you lifted your head fully—nearly dropping it back down from the sting. 

“It’s designed to send small electric shocks to its host. It’s not as advanced as I wanted it to be, but you forced my hand. Call this one the beta,” he replied and pulled out a rectangular device. It looked like a remodeled mini remote.

“Shall we test it?” He asked, then turned a dial and pressed a button. Your eyes widened, a yelp tearing from your throat as another round of pain coursed throughout your body. Your body jerked slightly from the shocks. You could feel sweat forming on your forehead as your body moved. K hummed approvingly and turned the dial to zero.

“Let’s see what it feels like in the lowest setting. Did I mention I never tried this on someone before?” 

He pressed another button that had your body writhing from the small shocks. It was definitely more bearable than the first, but still painful nonetheless.

“S-stop,” you gasped as another tear rolled down your cheek. The stinging sensation halted and K gave a satisfactory smile. He pulled out his switchblade and cut the ties binding you. As soon as your hands were free, you grabbed the small device and gave it a tug. However, it didn’t budge and you only shrieked at the pain you caused yourself.

“Oh,” K said blithely when he saw what you had done. “I should’ve warned you about that. It’s also designed to latch onto its host. I know how to remove it, of course, but why would I tell you how?” He chuckled and leaned against the nearest wall, arms crossing over his chest. He appeared unconcerned that you were now unbound.

“Let’s talk business now,” he continued. You stayed seated in the metal chair, finding that running or attacking wouldn’t benefit you. At least not with this thing in your neck. “As you can tell, I’ll activate the device anytime you disobey me. All you have to do is follow my instructions and you’re in the clear. Think you can do that for me?”

Despite your wishes, you hummed weakly—too much in pain to nod.

“Perfect. Now here’s what we’re going to do about that spider…”

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Happy 1k to SBaFL! 💝 + Gift

It’s been a little over a year since I posted my first SpiderKook story, Tangled Thoughts, and now my SpideyKook universe has reached over 1k notes. Remembering the time I wrote TT brings back fond memories. I was and still am very invested in the au, so the writing for the fic came so easily. I was engulfed in the story and I just felt so happy writing it. No pressure. Just me and SpideyKook. I stayed up in the middle of the night finishing it because I couldn’t stop writing. I wish all my stories came that easily haha.

The amount of support I’ve been given is beyond my imagination. It’s only my second time hitting 1k, so I’m really honored. Even though Swinging By a Fine Line is not an actual fic, I still wanted to celebrate the milestone. I’m very grateful to everyone who has supported my mini-universe. I don’t think I’m one of those people who are good with their words, so I hope this gift to you all shows how thankful I am. I’ve had this idea for a 1k celebration for a while, so I wish you all enjoy! Thank you so much for reading SBaFL. 🥰✨

This post is structured differently than my others, so check under the cut for your gift! ^-^

everywhere you go || jjk

“Jungkook takes a vacation trip to New York.”

🗽 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🗽 Rating/Genres: PG-15; Fluffffff!, slice of life, social media au, Marvel au, SBaFL au

🗽 Warnings: Cursing, VERY light suggestive content, one pun, just JK and reader being domestic as heck… It’s really chill and light. It’s supposed to be fun to read D:

🗽 Storyline: After Sticky Fingers; Can be read as a standalone

🗽 Author’s Notes: Happy 1K to Swinging By a Fine Line!!! I've never published a social media au before >.< *nervous* Also, this banner edit was a lot more complicated than I wanted it to be lol, but I hope it was worth it. It was my first time making an edit like this. I think it looks pretty cool though… Right? 😆 How did my JK turn out? Thank you to everyone who gave me advice on it! Shoutout to all the talented editors out there!!! It’s not easy work.

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Special shoutout to Mel (@hoebii)​, Beezy (@hobeemin), Panda, my recurring readers (I always recognize your names!), and those who have filled out my survey. You guys give me the motivation to continue writing SBaFL and it feels so great to have you all by my side. I feel so loved. Thank you for being here for me and giving me some time out of your days.

Mel has been a beta for every SpideyKook fic I’ve offered her. She beta’d all of Warning Signs, which is a lot guys D: She’s so dedicated and I know I can count on her. Beezy also beta’d Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble (first fic to hit 1k *sobbings*)! I dislike reading my own smut, so having her help was amazing! Thank you so much to my incredible betas! You help me enhance zest up my SBaFL universe ^-^.

Panda, who wandered into my asks one day, is now a very close friend of mine. She helps me learn more about Spider-Man/Marvel and is always available if I need information about lore or just advice for some of my Spidey works. I really enjoy our conversations and I’m so glad we met!

To my recurring readers, I adore y’all. Thank you for the comments, reblogs, and likes (and maybe some asks if you go on anon hehe). My heart always warms whenever I see your usernames pop into my notifications. It’s so comforting to have you all support me so much.

To those who have filled out my survey, thank you! I’ve gotten a lot more responses than I planned. I know it’s lengthy, so I am realllllly thankful for all the responses and feedback. I probably won’t ever close it (lawlz), so it’s still up if you wanna check it out. I do take into account what you all have told me and I want to improve in my writing and storytelling!

Overall, thank you everyone for reading SBaFL. I hope you all continue to like what I have in store for the future of this universe. Updating SBaFL will be slow for the next couple of months because I’m in my last semester of school! Finally lmao. There were some hints of what will appear in future content, but I won’t disclose exactly what (im mean i know but it’s a surprise!) I will still be (somewhat) active, so feel free to send me asks about the universe or if you wanna gush about SpideyKook together! Thank you again. 🥺😍💜

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