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๐atching a horror movie with boyfie!felix is only fun for one of you
๐ญ :: 860 fluff poor baby felix
the opening credits of the movie hadn't even finished rolling, and felix was already holding your arm like his life depended on it.
"are you sure about this one?" he asked, his voice a low whisper as the music started playing from the TV speakers. "the poster looked really dark. usually, the ones with dark posters have a lot of ghosts."
"i'm sure, 'lix," you laughed, shifting on the couch so he could get closer. "if it gets too bad, you can just close your eyes. i'll tell you when it's safe."
he nodded solemnly, burying his face right into your shoulder before the first actual scene even started.
for the next hour and a half, watching the movie was more of a workout for felix than anything else. every single time the camera panned slowly down a dark hallway, his grip on your forearm would tighten until your fingers went a little numb. whenever the main character made a stupid decisionโlike walking into a basemnt without turning on the lightsโfelix would let out a stressed groan against your neck.
and then came the first big jump scare. a loud, screeching violin chord echoed through the living room as a shadowy figure snapped across the screen.
"oh my god!" felix yelled, flinching so hard his whole body practically jumped off the cushions. he instantly slammed his face back into your shoulder, wrapping both arms tightly around your waist. "what was that? is it gone? tell me it's gone."
"it's gone, it's gone," you giggled, rubbing his back. "it was just a fake-out."
"i hate fake-outs," he muttered, his voice completely muffled by your hoodie. well, his hoodie, technically.
by the time the movie ended and the lights finally started to fade to black for the credits, you were practically glowing with excitment. you absolutely loved it.
"felix, that was so good!" you started, immediately turning toward him and rambling at top speed. "the twist at the end where the main character was actually the one hallucinating the entire haunting? that was genius! and the cinematography in the basement sceneโ"
you paused mid-sentence.
felix was sitting up now, but his face was completely pale. his eyes were wide, darting toward the dark corner of the living room near the kitchen, and he looked like he was terrified. but when he noticed you stopped talking, he forced a very stiff, very dramatic smile onto his face and started nodding enthusiastically.
"yeah! wow! so... so cool," he squeaked, his voice cracking a little. "the hallucination thing. super... super creative. i loved it."
you stared at him for a second, your excitement immediately melting into pure guilt. "oh no. 'lix, are you okay? you look so scared."
"what? no, i'm great," he lied, though he flinched a little when the refrigerator made a normal humming sound. "i'm just... processing the cinematic genius. it was awesome."
"felix, i'm so sorry," you said, pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek. "i shouldn't have made you watch that. i feel so bad. do you want me to turn all the lights on? we can watch a cartoon."
"maybe just a little cartoon," he admitted, finally letting the fake smile drop and pouting heavily. "and maybe leave the hallway light on tonight."
"definitely," you promised, leaning down to press a few more sweet kisses to his forehead, his nose, and his lips until his shoulders finally started to relax. "i really am sorry. it's just... well, i mostly wanted to watch a horror movie because i love how you get all cuddly when you're scared."
felix blinked. the pouting stopped, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his face a mix of utter confusion and pure scandal.
"what?" he asked, his voice hitting a completely different pitch. "you made me suffer through a ninety-minute ghost nightmare just for cuddles? you could have just asked! i am literally attached to your side normally anyway! i spend eighty percent of my day trying to touch you!"
"i know, but the scared cuddles are different," you laughed, resting your hands on his chest. "you hold onto me like i'm a superhero."
"because i think a demon is going to drag me away! because i'm fighting for my life!" he exclaimed, though a small smile was finally breaking through his shocked expression. he shook his head, looking at you like you were entirely crazy. "unbelievable. you're evil."
"i'm not evil, i just like affection," you smiled, kissing his chin.
"well, okay, fine," felix grumbled, wrapping his arms right back around your waist and pulling you flat against his chest so you couldn't move. "but now you have to deal with the consequences. i am not walking anywhere alone in this apartment tonight. you aren't even going to get to pee by yourself."
"baby, come on," you laughed against his chest.
"i'm serious!" he said, locking his fingers together behind your back. "if i have to go to the kitchen for water, you're coming with me. we are a team now. until sunrise."
"this is kinda funny. we should do this more ofโ"
Hihi! So yk how Felix reallyyy hates horror movies? I was wondering if I could request a fluff fic where he and gf!reader decide to watch a horror movie and he ends up clinging to her the entire time, burying his face in her shoulder when he doesn't want to look, squeezing her arm and yelling at jumpscares etc etc
Your fluff is genuinely the peakest on this app so I know you'd eat this up, but if you don't feel like writing it you can just ignore this ask! Thank you for your service ๐ซก
omg this is the most adorable thing i saw this yesterday and i immediately got to work ๐ซก poor felix but he's such a cutie โก here's the link baby
also this is not directly relevant but i watched obsession with my friends and lowk i rlly liked it ;p one of them is litr felix she can't handle horror movies ๐ญ
๐ฟust the tip with frat!hyunjin
๐ญ :: mdni 69O smut dom!hyune virginity loss implied no protection he's a loverboy at heart ( jeongin vers. ) ( enhypen vers. ) this is a repost from my other blog!
"just the tip," you breathe, the words a soft plea against his lips. they're swollen and tender from his kisses, and his fingers gently brush a stray strand of hair from your flushed cheek. you're laying so pretty under him, your pupils blown wide, face flushed.
hyunjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head, a small, regretful smile playing on his lips. "sorry, love. no can do."
a frustrated whine escapes you, a puff of warm air against his skin. "butโฆ why?"
"because," he says, his thumbs lightly tracing the curve of your jaw, "it never ends up being just the tip. the second i try to do what you want, i know i'll cave." he playfully squishes your cheeks together, forcing a pout that doesn't quite reach your heated eyes.
"well, is that such a bad thing?" you ask, your voice thick with lust. "don't you want to have sex with me?"
"obviously, i wanna have sex with you," hyunjin says, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he rolls his eyes. "i justโฆ i want us to take it slow, okay?"
you groan, throwing your head back in exasperation. "seriously? we've been taking it slow. just. the. tip. baby steps, right?"
hyunjin chews on his bottom lip, feeling ashamed for even considering it. he'd promised himself he wouldn't rush this, that he'd give you the best first time possible. you deserve that.
but then there you are. his girl. right here. your discarded shirt lies on the floor, and the lace of your bra does little to hide the tempting press of your perky nipples. it isn't entirely his fault if his resolve is crumbling.
and crumble it does.
"just the tip," he repeats, his voice a husky murmur, his gaze dropping and then flicking back to yours, heavy with unspoken need. he's hovering over you now, the slick head of his cock aligned perfectly with your glistening pussy.
"yeah, yeah," you mumble, impatient, your hands reaching up to hook around his neck, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"baby, i mean it," he says, his eyes locked on yours, a warning and a plea all in one.
"uh-huh. can you justโฆ can you put it in now?"
hyunjin sighs, the sound laced with a mock reluctance that does little to hide the tremor in his hands as he grips your thighs. it's just the tip, a gentle press against your slick folds, and a gasp escapes your lips, a feeling of fullness hitting instantly.
he finds himself mentally reciting the names of this year's football teams, a desperate attempt to cling to some semblance of control, to not climax this early. and he's supposed to be the experienced one.
"hyune," you whine, your inner muscles clenching around him, a delicious squeeze that sends a jolt of pure pleasure through him. his hand comes up to gently caress your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin, and you lean into his touch.
"shit, doll," he grunts, his control fraying at the edges. "please don't squeeze like that. i cโcan barelyโฆ"
"youโyou should just put all of it in," you whisper, your fingers tangling in his impossibly white hair, tugging gently.
"no," he mumbles, the denial a weak protest. keeping you away from this sweet release, even though you could probably come from this alone. "you feel so good. soโฆ so tight."
"all the more reasonโ"
"no." this isn't how it's supposed to happen. your first time deserves more than a stolen moment in the middle of a forgotten study session. there should be flowers, maybe candlesโฆ it should be perfect.
he's already made up his mind, the decision firm despite the insistent throb of his cock. hyunjin's thumb brushes lightly across your swollen clit, and a small whimper escapes your lips.
"hyune, i really need you." and then you look up at him, your eyes glossed with unshed tears, desperate and raw.
fuck it.
as long as it's here, with you, it'll be perfect. besides, he vaguely remembers seeing some dusty candles in the back of the storage closet.
OHNO MY INTERNET DISCONNECTED IN THE MIDDLE OF SENDING MY REQ IM SORRY IF U GOT A REPLICATE OF A REQUEST HELPME
but i was wondering if u could do a just the tip fic with hyunjin or hyunlixxx !!
no worries !! yes i saw the other one tysm 4 the kind words >< i wrote that with hyunjin here enjoy โก
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chan is a tough one to read at first when it comes to stuff like this. normally, he's the most patient, understanding guy you could ever meet. heโs the leader of a massive group, so heโs used to managing people, setting boundaries, and keeping his cool. he trusts you completely, and honestly, thatโs where his baseline sits.
he isnโt the type to get mad just because youโre talking to another guy or because you have male friends. heโs too mature for that, and he respects you way too much to act like youโre his property.
but chan is also fiercely protective. itโs built into his DNA.
if youโre out together at a busy venue, maybe a post-concert afterparty or a crowded lounge where people are drinking, his eyes are always on you. heโll be in the middle of a conversation with a producer or a manager, nodding along and laughing, but he always keeps you in his peripheral vision. itโs not because heโs keeping tabs on you; itโs just a habit. he wants to make sure youโre safe, that you have a drink, and that you aren't stuck in an awkward conversation.
the shift happens the second he notices someone crossing a line.
say youโre standing near the bar waiting for a drink, and some guy slides up next to you. at first, itโs just normal small talk, and chan watches from a distance, totally relaxed. but then the guy steps a little too close. maybe he puts a hand on the small of your back, or maybe you do that specific little lean-back you do when youโre feeling uncomfortable or crowded.
chanโs internal switch flips instantly. the easygoing smile vanishes, and his protective side takes over.
he won't storm over and start a physical fight. heโs too smart for that, and he hates unnecessary drama. instead, he walks over with this completely calm, unbothered expression that actually feels way more intimidating than someone yelling. heโll slide right into the space next to you, his large frame completely cutting off the other guy's access to you.
"hey, doll," heโll say, his voice deep and smooth, completely ignoring the other person. heโll drop an arm heavily around your shoulders or loop his fingers tightly through yours, pulling you flush against his side. "ready to go? i got our coats."
heโll look at the guy then, giving him a very polite, very fake smile that doesn't reach his eyes at all. itโs the kind of look that says i am being nice right now, but you need to walk away immediately. usually, just his presence and the sheer size of his shoulders are enough to make the person mutter an apology and disappear into the crowd.
once the threat is gone, chan relaxes a bit, but that possessiveness lingers for the rest of the night. he becomes incredibly physically affectionate. heโll keep his hand firmly on your waist while you walk, thumb rubbing slow circles against your hip through your clothes. if youโre sitting down, his hand is on your thigh. itโs his way of regulating his own spikes of adrenaline and reminding himself that youโre right there with him.
if you tease him about it later in the car on the way home, saying something like, "channie, were you jealous?" heโll just let out that quiet, breathless laugh of his and look out the window.
"i wasn't jealous," heโll say, his voice dropping into that quiet register he only uses when itโs just the two of you. "i just don't like people making you uncomfortable. and i don't like sharing your attention when we're supposed to be out together."
heโll reach across the console, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. he won't admit to being possessive because he thinks it sounds toxic, but the truth is, he likes knowing you're his. he works so hard and gives so much of himself to his job, his members, and the fans, that when it comes to you, he wants to hold on tight. you're his safe place, his reward at the end of a chaotic day.
โโ โณINHO : 9/10
minho is the type to notice everything before anyone else even realizes whatโs happening. he doesn't do big, dramatic reactions, and he definitely won't start a loud argument in public. his jealousy is quiet, sharp, and entirely focused. he has very clear boundaries, and he expects people to respect them. if someone doesn't, minho doesn't get flusteredโhe just gets cold.
if youโre at a crowded gathering or a work event, minho won't hover over you. heโll let you do your own thing, mingle, and talk to people. but his eyes never really leave you. heโll be standing across the room, swirling a drink or leaning against a wall, looking totally bored, but heโs tracking exactly who is talking to you and how close theyโre standing.
there's some guy who decides to try his luck. he walks up to you, starts flirting a little too boldly, and maybe reaches out to touch your arm while laughing at a joke.
from across the room, minhoโs expression hardens instantly. the relaxed demeanor drops, replaced by a heavy, unblinking stare. he doesn't wait around to see how it plays out. he walks over, his footsteps deliberate, and slides into the space right next to you.
he doesn't look at the guy at first. instead, he hooks his fingers into the back of your belt loop or puts a hand firmly on the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing against your hairline. it tells everyone in the room exactly who you came with.
"you're ignoring me," minho says, his voice quiet but perfectly clear. he looks down at you, a tiny, sharp smile on his lips that doesn't match the look in his eyes.
"i was just talking toโ" you start, but minho cuts your gaze back to the other guy.
his eyes slide over the stranger like he's looking at a piece of annoying dust on his shoe. he doesn't introduce himself. he doesn't shake hands.
"we're leaving," minho says directly to the guy, his tone perfectly polite but incredibly threatening. "she has better places to be."
before the guy can even stutter out a response, minho is already turning you around, his hand moving down to grip your waist firmly as he guides you toward the exit. he moves with purpose, not giving you a chance to look back or make polite small talk to ease the tension.
once you get outside into the cool night air, the rigid tension in his shoulders starts to bleed away, but he doesn't let go of you. he pulls you closer to his side as you walk down the sidewalk.
"minho, you were being kind of scary back there," you say, looking up at him with a half-smile, trying to lighten the mood.
he stops walking under a streetlamp, turning you so your back is against the brick wall of a building. he steps right into your space, crowding you slightly, his hands coming up to rest on the wall on either side of your head. he looks down at you, his eyes dark and completely serious.
"i don't like other people touching what's mine," he says bluntly. thereโs no teasing in his voice now, no sarcasm. itโs just honest. "and i don't like the way he was looking at you. you're too polite sometimes."
"i was just being nice," you whisper, your heart doing a little flip at how he's being.
"don't be nice to them," he mutters, leaning down until his forehead rests against yours. his breath is warm against your skin. "be nice to me. i'm the one who has to take you home."
behind closed doors, minhoโs possessiveness turns into a demand for your absolute attention. heโll sit on the couch and pul you right onto his lap, burying his face in your neck and holding you so tightly you can barely move. he won't talk about the guy again, and he won't bring up the event.
heโll just stay glued to your side for the rest of the night, reminding you in his own way exactly who you belong to.
โโ ๐HANGBIN : 8.5/10
changbinโs jealousy isnโt the quiet, brooding kind. he is a loud, warm, and naturally affectionate guy, so when he feels like someone is hovering around you too much, he doesn't hide it. he doesn't get mean or aggressive, either. instead, he just turns up his own volume, physically and socially, making himself pretty fucking hard to ignore.
youโre at a lively barbecue with a big group of acquaintances, sitting on a bench with a plate of food. some guy you don't know very well sits down next to you and starts up a conversation. heโs leaning in a little close, laughing very loudly at everything you say, and trying a bit too hard to get your attention.
changbin is across the yard by the grill, holding a plate of tongs and talking to the host, but heโs been watching the whole time. he doesn't stew in it or get a dark look on his face. he just grins, sets the tongs down, and walks straight over with too much energy.
"hey! what are we talking about?" changbin says, his voice booming as he slides right onto the bench on your other side.
he doesn't wait for an answer. he immediately throws his arm over your shoulders, his forearm resting heavily against your collarbone, pulling you so hard into his side that your shoulders bump. he looks across you at the guy, flashing a big, confident smile that is entirely genuine but also acts like a massive wall.
"oh, we were just talking about the music lineup for next weekend," you say, adjusting your plate so it doesn't spill.
"nice, nice," changbin nods enthusiastically, his hand dropping to squeeze your upper arm. he looks directly at the guy. "i'm changbin, by the way. her boyfriend. we're dating. because i'm her boyfriend."
the guy blinks, a little startled by how suddenly this human brick wall just inserted himself into the space. "oh, hey. nice to meet you. i was just saying how much i liked her skirt."
"right? she looks amazing in it," changbin says proudly, his chest puffing out a little bit. he leans forward, cutting off the guyโs view of you entirely. "i actually helped her pick it out. so, you live around here or what?"
changbin completely takes over the conversation. he is polite and friendly, but he drives the discussion so aggressively that the other guy can barely get a word in edgewise. within five minutes, the guy realizes heโs completely outmatched by changbin, mutters something about getting a drink, and stands up to leave.
the second the guy walks away, changbinโs loud persona drops instantly. he turns his whole body toward you on the bench, his bottom lip jutting out into a massive, dramatic pout.
"you were letting him talk to you for way too long," he grumbles, burying his face right into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist.
"changbin, he was just being nice," you laugh, trying to shift so you can look at him, but he just holds on tighter.
"he was flirting," changbinn mutters into your skin, his voice muffled. "i could tell from all the way over by the burgers. he kept leaning in. i didn't like it."
"are you pouting?" you tease, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.
"yes," he says honestly, pulling back just enough to look at you with wide, demanding eyes. "i'm your boyfriend. you're supposed to look at me like that, not some random guy. feed me a piece of your chicken to make up for it."
you shake your head, giggling, and pick up a piece of food with your fork to feed him. he takes it happily, a smug, satisfied expression replacing the pout. for the rest of the afternoon, he doesn't leave your side. he keeps his hand locked in yours, or his arm wrapped around your waist, completely proud to show everyone exactly who you're with.
โโ โYUNJIN : 9.5/10
hyunjin... doesn't really know how to hide what he's feeling. everything shows up on his face instantlyโthe slight furrow of his brows, the way his bottom lip sticks out, or how his eyes get suddenly dark and focused. because heโs someone who feels everything so intensely, his jealousy isnโt a slow burn. itโs a sudden, sharp, and completely shifts his mood.
youโre at a gallery opening for a friend, standing in a brightly lit room surrounded by artwork. hyunjin is a few paces ahead of you, completely absorbed in a large canvas, tilting his head as he studies the brushstrokes. you step back a bit to let him look, and within a few seconds, an older guy with a wine glass approaches you. he starts asking you about your opinion on the piece, but his gaze keeps drifting from the art down to your face, his smile lingering too long.
hyunjin notices immediately. he doesn't even finish looking at the painting. he turns his head, his long hair catching the light, and his eyes lock onto the guy standing beside you.
he doesn't stay back to observe. he walks over right away, the heels of his boots clicking quietly against the polished floor. instead of joining the conversation or making small talk, hyunjin steps right up behind you. he wraps his arms completely around your waist from behind, resting his chin heavily on your shoulder. itโs a dramatic (for lack of better bigger words) gesture that completely disrupts the guy's train of thought.
"jagiiii," hyunjin murmurs right against your ear, his voice low and a little raspy. "i'm bored of this room. let's go look at the sculptures downstairs."
the guy at the gallery clears his throat, looking incredibly awkward as hyunjin keeps his arms locked tightly around your midsection, pulling you to his chest. "oh, is this your friend?" the man asks, trying to save face.
hyunjin finally looks up from your shoulder, staring the guy dead in the eyes. he doesn't smile. "i'm her boyfriend," he says bluntly. his tone isn't loud, but itโs incredibly heavy, leaving absolutely no room for misinterpretation.
the man nods quickly, backing away with a polite excuse about finding his colleagues.
the moment the guy is gone, hyunjin doesn't let go. instead, he buries his face into the side of your neck, letting out a long, dramatic sigh that feels warm against your skin.
"hyune, everyone is looking," you whisper, laughing a little as you try to turn around in his grip. "you're being so dramatic."
"i don't care," he grumbles, his voice muffled against your neck. he finally loosens his grip just enough to spin you around so you're facing him, his hands resting on your hips. his bottom lip is trembling slightly in a full pout. "he was looking at you for too long. and he was standing too close to you. i hated it."
"he was just asking me about the painting," you say, reaching up to smooth down a stray lock of his hair.
"he wasn't looking at the painting, he was looking at you," hyunjin insists, his eyes wide and completely serious. he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, his hands squeezing your hips a little tighter. "you're mine. i don't want to share your space with anyone else today. i wanted this to be our date."
"it is our date, silly," you grin, kissing the tip of his nose.
that instantly breaks his sulky mood, a soft, beautiful smile spreading across his face, though his eyes stay focused on you. for the rest of the night, he doesn't leave even an inch of space between the two of you. he holds your hand so tightly, interlacing them completely, and makes sure anyone who even glances your way knows that you're his, and he's yours.
โโ โAN : 8/10
hanโs jealousy isnโt about being the biggest or toughest guy in the room. for him, itโs entirely an internal spiral. heโs naturally anxious and overthinks everything, so when someone else starts taking up your attention, his brain immediately jumps to worst-case scenarios. he doesn't get aggressive; he gets incredibly needy, dramatic, and desperate for your reassurance.
because it's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust everyone else.
youโre sitting at a booth in a quiet, dimly lit cafรฉ, waiting for your food. jisung had stepped away to use the restroom, and while he was gone, the baristaโa guy with a nice smile and a friendly demeanorโcame over to slide a complimentary pastry onto your table. he leaned against the edge of the booth, chatting you up about your weekend plans and making you laugh.
when jisung walks back into the dining area, he freezes. his eyes dart from the barista to you, then down to the pastry. you can practically see the gears turning in his head, his imagination running wild.
he doesn't walk over and puff his chest out. instead, he shuffles over with his hands buried deep in his oversized hoodie pockets, his shoulders hunched. he slides into the booth right next to youโnot across from you where he was sitting beforeโand wedges himself into the tight space, pressing his entire side against yours.
the barista notices, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "oh, hey. just making sure your order was good," the guy says, stepping back a bit.
jisung doesn't look at him. he just grabs your arm, clinging to it like a koala, and buries his face directly into your shoulder. "it's great. thank you," jisung mutters, his voice muffled by your shirt.
the guy gets the hint pretty quickly, offering a polite nod before heading back behind the counter.
the second the barista is out of earshot, jisung lets out a long, exaggerated whine. he pulls his face away from your shoulder but keeps his arms locked around your arm, looking up at you with wide, glassy eyes and a massive pout.
"who was that? why was he talking to you? why did he give you a free donut?" the questions tumble out of his mouth in a fast, panicked rush. "do you like him? is it because he works here and knows about coffee? i can learn about coffee. i can buy a machine."
"jisung, breathe," you laugh, shifting slightly so you can cup his cheek with your free hand. "he was just being nice because the kitchen took a long time with our food. that's it."
"okay, yeah, sorry. ...but he was smiling too much," jisung mumbles, leaning his face into your palm but keeping his pout firmly in place. "and you were laughing at his joke. was it a good joke? i'm funnier than him, right?"
"don't be sorry, hanji, it's cute. you're way funnier," you reassure him, wiping away a stray crumb from his lip. "and you're the only one i came here with."
"promise?" he asks, his voice dropping into a quiet, vulnerable register. he hates feeling insecure, but when it comes to you, heโs just so terrified of losing your focus. "because i was gone for literally two minutes and suddenly there's a guy offering you baked goods. i can't leave you alone for a second."
"i promise, drama queen. now eat the free pastry with me."
a small, relieved smile peek through his pout, and he eagerly takes a bite of the food you offer him. but for the rest of the time you're at the cafรฉ, he stays glued to your side in the booth, his hand resting firmly on your knee under the table, occasionally shifting closer.
โโ ๐ELIX : 5.5/10
felix is usually the most relaxed person in any room. he loves people, he loves seeing you socialize, and he is naturally incredibly trusting. it takes a lot to get him to a point where he feels any sort of jealousy because his default mode is literally just pure sunshine and sweetness.
when he does get a little possessive, it doesn't come from a place of anger or suspicionโitโs just a soft, sudden realization that heโs being left out, and he wants his spot back.
youโre at a casual rooftop gathering with a bunch of friends and new acquaintances. the music is loud, the weather is perfect, and youโve been caught up in a conversation with a guy who went to the same university as you. the two of you are trading stories about old professors, laughing loudly, completely locked into the nostalgia.
felix is a few feet away, talking to a group and holding a drink, but every few seconds his eyes drift over to you. at first, heโs just smiling, genuinely happy that youโre having a good time. but as the minutes stretch on, and youโre still completely focused on this new guy, felixโs smile goes a little soft around the edges. he feels that tiny, unfamiliar pinch in his chest.
he doesn't interrupt or change his posture. instead, he politely excuses himself from his circle and walks over, his movements fluid and easy.
rather than standing next to you, he slides right into your space from the side, putting his arm around your shoulders and letting his fingers rest against the back of your neck. he leans his head down, his deep, rumbling voice cutting right through the noise of the party.
"hey," he says, flashing a warm, bright smile at the guy you're talking to. "i'm felix. sorry to interrupt, i just wanted to check on her."
the guy blinks, a little taken aback by the contrast between felixโs sweet smile and the incredibly deep pitch of his voice. "oh, hey! no worries at all. we were just talking about our old college campus."
"that's cool," felix says, his thumb starting to brush slow, soothing circles against the skin of your neck. itโs a gentle gesture, but itโs completely unyielding. he looks down at you, his eyes big and soft, but there's a clear look of longing in them. "are you having fun, baby? do you want me to get you another drink?"
"i'm okay, 'lix," you say, smiling up at him.
felix doesn't drive the guy away with sharp comments or a cold shoulder. instead, he just stays right there, keeping his arm draped heavily over you, leaning his weight into you slightly. he joins the conversation, but every time he speaks, he makes sure to tighten his grip on your shoulder just a fraction, or heโll look down at you to make sure youโre looking at him too.
eventually, the conversation naturally winds down, and the guy waves before walking away to find someone else.
the moment itโs just the two of you, felixโs confident posture melts. his head drops onto your shoulder, his nose burying into your hair with a soft, quiet sigh.
"felix?" you laugh, wrapping an arm around his waist. "what's wrong?"
"nothing," he mumbles against your neck, his voice extra deep because heโs hiding his face. "you were just talking to him for a really long time. i missed you."
"we were just talking about school, you jealous boy," you tease, nudging him with your hip.
felix pulls back just enough to look at you, his bottom lip sticking out in a very genuine, cute pout. he doesn't try to deny it. "maybe a little bit. you were laughing a lot at his stories. i wanted to make you laugh instead."
"you make me laugh every day," you say, reaching up to pinch his cheek gently. "besides, i was talking about you. i think he knows how much i love you."
he melts instantly at the affection, his bright smile returning like it never left. he grabs your hand, locking his fingers firmly with yours, and pulls you toward the edge of the rooftop to look at the view. he isn't going to make a scene or stay sad, but for the rest of the night, he keeps your hand clamped tight in his, completely content as long as he's the one holding onto you.
โโ ๐ฎEUNGMIN : 6.5/10
seungmin don't normally get loud or make a big scene. he's usually very calm, and uses sarcasm as his main defense mechanism. if he feels a little jealous, he won't admit it out loud right away. instead, he'll use his wit to handle the situation, making jokes that carry a bit of an edge to let everyone know exactly what's going on.
you're at a casual dinner party with a few people from your university class. you're sitting at a long table, and a guy from your study group sits down right across from you. he starts talking to you about a project, but then he changes the subject to your weekend plans, leaning over his plate and trying to get you to agree to hang out outside of class.
seungmin is sitting right next to you. he's quietly eating his food, looking completely relaxed, but he is listening to every single word. he doesn't interrupt right away. he just watches the guy with a calm, unreadable expression.
when the guy says, "we should definitely catch a movie sometime, just the two of us, to celebrate finishing the exam," seungmin finally sets his chopsticks down. the click of the wood against the table is quiet but deliberate.
"a movie sounds great," seungmin says, leaning forward slightly. he has a polite smile on his face, but his eyes are totally sharp. "can i come too? i love movies. especially when i get to sit right between my girlfriend and random guys from her class."
the guy across the table freezes, his face turning a little red. "oh, i didn't meanโi just thoughtโ"
"it's fine," seungmin cuts him off smoothly, his tone perfectly pleasant but completely unyielding. he reaches over and wraps his fingers around your hand under the table, squeezing it firmly. "she's pretty busy anyway. she usually spends all her free time with me. right, pup?"
you look over at seungmin, hiding a smile at how stubborn he's being. "yeah, my schedule is kind of full."
"see? full," seungmin nods at the guy, his smile widening just a fraction. "but good luck with the exam."
the guy nod and quickly turns to talk to the person sitting next to him, completely backing off.
once the dinner is over and the two of you are walking back to his car, the quiet night air settles around you. seungmin is walking a little fast, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets.
"so," you say, nudging his shoulder with yours. "what was that back there?"
"what was what?" he asks, looking straight ahead, trying to play it cool.
"you were being a little mean to my classmate," you tease, pulling on his sleeve to make him slow down.
seungmin stops walking and turns to look at you. the teasing, sarcastic look is gone, replaced by a quiet, stubborn expression. he sighs, reaching out to pull your hands out of your pockets so he can hold them.
"he was trying too hard," seungmin says bluntly. his voice is low and honest now. "he knew i was sitting right there, and he still tried to ask you out. i didn't like it."
"are you jealous, kim seungmin?" you smile, looking up at him.
"obviously," he grumbles, rollng his eyes a little bit but keeping his grip tight on your hands. "i don't like other people trying to take up your time. you're mine to complain to, and you're mine to take to the movies. so don't smile at them like that."
"i was just being nice, seung," you say softly.
"well, be nice to me instead," he mutters, pulling you in closer by your hands and pressing a quick, firm kiss to your forehead. "let's go home. you can pick the movie tonight."
"really? maybe i should get you jealous more often."
"oh, shut up."
โโ ๐ฅEONGIN : 5/10
jeongin's pretty relaxed about stuff like this. he doesn't start flexing his muscles to prove a point. he likes his own space and he respects yours, so he doesn't hover over you when you're out. he's confident in the relationship, which means it takes a lot to actually get under his skin. but when he does notice someone trying a bit too hard with you, his reaction is more amused and quietly stubborn than angry.
you're at a crowded arcade bar with a big group of friends, standing near one of the racing games. while jeongin is a few feet away changing some cash into tokens, a guy walks up to your machine. he's acting flashy, leaning against the side of the console, and offering to show you how to actually beat the high score. he's being harmless, but he's definitely lingering and trying to flirt.
jeongin walks back over with a handful of tokens. he stops right next to you, looking at the guy, then down at the screen, and then at you. he doesn't frown or look mad. instead, he just gets this little grin on his face, like he finds the whole thing kind of funny.
"hey," jeongin says, dropping a few tokens into the machine slot right under your hands. "you want me to play the next round with you, or are you letting him take over?"
the guy looks at jeongin, noticing how casual and unbothered he is. "oh, i was just giving her some tips. she's doing okay, but her drift is a little off."
jeongin lets out a short, quiet laugh. he leans his hip against the machine, crowding you just enough to put his arm around the back of your waist, his hand resting lightly on your hip. "her drift is fine. she beats me at this game every time we play at home."
he looks directly at the guy, his eyes curving into a smile that looks friendly, but it's really a little cold. "we've got enough tokens for the rest of the night, so we're good here. thanks, though."
the guy rubs the back of his neck, realizig he's completely hit a wall with jeongin's attitude. "right. cool. have fun," he mutters, slipping back into the crowd.
the second the guy leaves, jeongin takes his arm back, but he steps closer into your space to watch the game over your shoulder.
"you took a long time getting those tokens," you say, steering your virtual car around a sharp turn. "were you just standing back there watching?"
"maybe for a minute," jeongin says, a small grin on his face as he rests his chin on your shoulder for a split second before pulling away. "he was being kind of annoying."
"so you were a little jealous," you tease, looking away from the screen to catch his eye.
jeongin shrugs, his cheeks turning a tiny bit pink under the arcade lights, though he tries to keep his cool expression. "i wasn't worried or anything. he just didn't need to stand that close to you, babe. and his advice wasn't even good."
"sure, innie," you laugh, hitting the brakes on the game.
"i'm serious," he grumbles, pulling another token from his pocket and tapping it against your knuckles. "now focus on the race. if you lose to the computer after i just told that guy you were a pro, it's going to be embarrassing for both of us."
Ngl when I saw that you made a seungmin pet play fic I thought it was him who would wear it lmao
so so so i considered this very deeply but we're having a crisis in this corner of tumblr dot com where there is NOT enough of puppy reader with seungmin. especially domseung ๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ซ so i must do my part for the good of society ;p
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๐ฏHIRD WHEEL โ L.HEESEUNG's! โโโ ( a spider-man au. )
( ์ ์ธ ) ๐พn which ๏ธต heeseungโs a quiet engineering student by day and the cityโs favorite hero by night, but he's somehow losing a romantic rivalry with his own alter-ego. youโve fallen for the witty, masked boy who swings by your window, never realizing heโs the same nervous friend who canโt look you in the eye at the library. it turns out the hardest part of being spider-man isn't saving the cityโitโs playing the third wheel to your own mask.
mdni smau parts fluff angst hurt/comfort eventual smut friends to lovers megan (katseye) yunjin (le sserafim) soobin (tomorrow x together) yunjin & soobin are dating 15k words 16ss
i think this will be my magnum opus & as always, enhypen is seven! i hope this fic can provide anyone, even if it's just a little, comfort during these times โก
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THE SMELL OF THE ENGINEERING LAB AT 3:00 AM WAS A SPECIFIC KIND OF DEPRESSING. It was a mix of burnt solder, stale energy drinks, and the metallic tang of copper wiring. Heeseung leaned over a glass beaker, his eyes burning from staring at the same translucent blue liquid for the last three hours.
It was supposed to be his newest batch of web-fluidโhigher tensile strength, faster drying time, and hopefully, less prone to jamming the shooters. But instead of hardening into a fiber, it was just sitting there, looking like a sad, lukewarm puddle of expired Elmer's Glue.
"Itโs not polymerizing, Jake," Heeseung muttered, his voice raspy from lack of sleep. "Iโve adjusted the catalyst three times. Itโs still justโฆ soup."
A few feet away, Sim Jaeyunโbetter known to Heeseung as the only person keeping him saneโwas buried under a mountain of physics textbooks and a laptop that was whirring so loudly it sounded like it might achieve liftoff. Jake didn't look up, his fingers flying across the keys as he ran another simulation.
"Give it a second, Hee. Youโre being impatient," Jake said, his tone remarkably calm for a guy dealing with someone as sleep-deprived as his best friend. "I just recalculated the shear stress. If we want it to hold a literal city bus, the viscosity needs to be higher at the point of exit. Check the temperature again."
Heeseung sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was exhausted. Not the kind of exhausted you get from staying up late to cram for an exam, but the kind that settled into your bones and stayed there. The kind that came from spending six hours in back-to-back engineering lectures, three hours at the campus library, and then four hours swinging through the soot-stained alleys of the city trying to make sure nobody got mugged on their way home from work.
Being Spider-Man was a full-time job that paid zero dollars and offered zero sleep.
"If I check the temperature one more time, I'm going to throw this beaker at the wall," Heeseung whispered.
"Don't do that. Glass is expensive and I'm not cleaning it up," Jake replied, finally looking up. He leaned back in his swivel chair, his hair a messy nest of brown curls. He looked at Heeseungโreally looked at himโand frowned. "You look like a zombie, man. When was the last time you actually closed your eyes for more than twenty minutes?"
"Yesterday? Maybe?" Heeseung leaned back, his spine popping in three different places. "I tried to nap during Fluid Mechanics, but the professor has a voice like a foghorn. Itโs impossible."
"Youโre going to crash," Jake warned, pointing a pen at him. "And when you crash, youโre going to miss a ledge, and then Iโm going to have to explain to your mom why youโre in a full-body cast. Iโm not doing that. She scares me."
Heeseung opened his mouth to argue, but his phone buzzed on the metal table. The vibration was loud in the quiet lab, a sharp zzzt-zzzt that made him jump. His reflexes were so keyed up that his hand shot out and grabbed the device before the screen even fully lit up.
It was a notification from the group chat, named something completely ridiculous, because Sunoo was the one who insisted on naming it.
Heeseungโs heart did a weird, fluttering skip when he saw your name. He swiped the screen open, the brightness of the display making him wince.
It was a photo. A grainy, flash-brightened picture of a massive, glistening plate of chili cheese fries. In the background, he could see the tacky neon signs of the 24-hour diner near the edge of campus.
Your face was partially in the frame, tucked next to Sunooโs, both of you grinning like idiots. He thought he saw Yunjin somewhere in the back, too, but his eyes were fixed on you.
You looked vibrantโyour hair a little messy, your cheeks flushed from the cold night air, and your eyes sparkling with that bright shine that always seemed to draw people toward you.
Heeseung stared at the photo. He stared at the way you were laughing, the way your hand was reaching for a fry, and he felt a sharp, familiar ache in his chest. It wasn't his Spider-sense warning; it was just plain, old-fashioned pining.
He wanted to be there. He wanted to be sitting in that cramped booth, arguing with Sunoo about music or listening to Ni-ki complain about basketball practice. Most of all, he wanted to be near you. He wanted to hear your voice without a police scanner crackling in the background.
His thumb hovered over the keyboard. He started to type: Save some for me?
Then he paused. He looked down at his handsโhis knuckles were bruised from a fight with a car thief two nights ago, and his fingernails had traces of black grease under them. He looked at the red and blue suit stuffed into the bottom of his backpack, hidden under a pile of dirty laundry and a copy of Thermodynamics for Dummies.
He couldn't go. He was a junior engineering student with a secret identity and a lab report due. He was the guy who was always too busy, too tired, or just plain gone.
"She looks cute in that photo, doesn't she?"
Heeseung flinched, nearly dropping his phone. Jake was leaning over his shoulder, a knowing grin on his face.
"Shut up," Heeseung muttered, quickly locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket.
"I didn't say who 'she' was, but you clearly knew," Jake teased, sliding back into his seat. "Just text her, Hee. Tell her youโre coming. Take a thirty-minute break. The web-fluid isn't going anywhere."
"I can't," Heeseung said, his voice flat. "I have too much to do. And besidesโฆ she'sโฆ she's her. Look at that photo. Sheโs friends with everyone. Sheโs pretty, sheโs nice, sheโs literally the campus sweetheart. And Iโm just the guy who falls asleep in the back of the room and smells like chemicals."
"You smell like nice laundry detergent and existential dread, actually," Jake corrected. "And she likes you, man. She always asks where you are when you don't show up to the hangouts. Sunoo says she mentioned you three times yesterday."
Heeseungโs heart gave another annoying thud. "She was probably just wondering if I died. Itโs a valid concern."
"She thinks youโre mysterious. Use it to your advantage."
"I'm not mysterious, Jake. I'm a mess." Heeseung looked back at the beaker of soup. "Iโm a guy who spends his nights hanging off the side of a skyscraper because I have an overactive sense of responsibility. I can't take her to a diner. It took me three weeks to tell her my last name because I was so worried that some guy in a mask was going to follow her home."
Jakeโs expression softened. He reached over and clapped Heeseung on the shoulder. "Youโre doing a good thing, Hee. But youโre allowed to be a person, too. Youโre allowed to want the fries."
Heeseung looked at his phone again. He imagined walking into the diner. He imagined the way youโd look up, your face lighting up when you saw him. Youโd probably slide over to make room for him in the booth, your shoulder brushing against his, smelling like that sweet, flowery perfume you always wore.
He was just about to reach for his phone again when the silence of the lab was shattered.
A small, black box on the workbenchโthe police scanner Heeseung had modified to pick up local precinct frequenciesโerupted into a burst of static.
"All units, we have a code 3. High-speed pursuit in progress. Suspects in a black SUV heading north on Mapo Bridge. Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired."
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. The warmth of the diner photo, the longing, the simple desire for a plate of friesโit all vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. Heeseungโs posture straightened. His eyes went from tired to laser-focused in a matter of seconds.
Jake cursed under his breath, turning back to his laptop to pull up the cityโs traffic cam feed. "Thatโs heading right toward the residential district. If they don't stop them at the bridge, things are going to get messy."
Heeseung didn't say a word. He stood up, grabbing his backpack from the floor. He didn't look like a shy engineering student anymore. He looked like someone who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and didn't have time to complain about it.
"Viscosity is still low," Heeseung said, his voice tight. "But itโll have to do." He reached into his bag and pulled out the mask. The fabric was soft, but it felt heavy in his handsโa reminder of everything he had to give up every time he put it on.
He moved to the shadows at the back of the lab, where the security cameras had a blind spot heโd mapped out months ago. He stripped off his oversized hoodie and jeans, the cool air hitting his skin. He pulled on the suit, the tight fabric clinging to his frame like a second skin. It was damp in a few spots from his earlier patrolโhe really needed to wash itโbut he didn't have time to care.
He thought about you. He thought about the diner. He thought about the fries.
Then he pulled the mask over his head.
The world turned red and digital. The heads-up display flickered to life, highlighting the fastest route to Mapo Bridge. The HUD also showed a lingering notification in the corner of his visionโa small icon representing the group chat message he hadn't replied to.
Heeseung swiped the notification away with a flick of his wrist.
"Save me some caffeine for when I get back," Heeseung said, his voice now filtered through the suitโs vocoder, sounding deeper and more confident than he felt.
"Iโll have the lab results ready by the time you're done," Jake replied, already typing again. "Try not to get shot. Itโs bad for the suitโs aesthetic. Also, blood is really fucking hard to get out of spandex."
Heeseung didn't respond. He moved to the window at the back of the labโthe one heโd loosened the latch on weeks ago. He slid it open, the cold Seoul air rushing in, whipping against his masked face. He climbed onto the ledge, looking out over the city.
The lights of the skyline stretched out before him, a sea of neon and glass. Somewhere out there, you were laughing in a diner. Somewhere else, people were in danger.
Heeseung took a breath, checked his web-shooters, and dived into the night.
The fries would have to wait. The city wouldn't.
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall felt like they were vibrating. It was 9:00 AM on a Friday, and Heeseung was pretty sure he was vibrating, tooโpartly from the four shots of espresso Jake had practically force-fed him ten minutes ago, and partly from the sheer, bone-deep exhaustion of having spent the last five hours chasing a stolen SUV through the narrow backstreets of Mapo.
He sat in the very last row, slumped so low in his seat that his chin was almost touching the scarred wood of the desk. He had his hoodie pulled up, the fabric shielding his face from the harsh glare of the overhead lights.
His eyes were bloodshot, the whites of them crisscrossed with tiny red veins that throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Every time he blinked, it felt like someone was dragging sandpaper across his corneas. Not pleasant.
He didn't look like a hero. He looked like a guy who had spent the night fighting a losing battle with his bedsheets.
His knuckles were still stinging, tucked safely into the pockets of his sweatshirt. Heโd taken a nasty hit to the ribs during the chaseโone of the suspects had a literal crowbarโand every breath he took felt like a dull knife scraping against his lungs.
Sure, he healed faster than most, but there was only so much that he could do. But the SUV was in a ditch, the suspects were in zip-ties, and the police had recovered three crates of stolen tech.
A win. Theoretically.
But as Heeseung stared down at the blank pages of his notebook, his brain felt like it was made of wet cotton. The professor, a man who seemed to take personal offense at the concept of joy, was droning on about structural integrity and load-bearing beams.
It was ironic, really. Heeseung spent a lot of his life now thinking about structural integrityโmostly while swinging off of itโbut right now, he couldn't even remember how to spell the word 'load.'
He shifted slightly, trying to find a position that didn't make his side ache, and his gaze drifted downward, scanning the sea of heads in the lecture hall.
The room was packed. It was one of those massive, stadium-style halls where everyone looked like a tiny speck from the back. But Heeseungโs eyes found you instantly.
It was like his brain had a specialized tracking system just for you. No matter how many people were in a room, no matter how loud the noise or how dim the light, his focus always snapped to you. You were sitting three rows down, tucked into the middle of a row next to Sunoo.
Even from this distance, you looked like you belonged in a different world than him. You were leaning forward, your chin resting in the palm of your hand, looking perfectly awake and attentive. And pretty. So pretty. You wore a soft, cream-colored sweater that made you look warm and approachable, the kind of person people instinctively wanted to stand near.
Next to you, Sunoo was busy doodling in the margins of his notebook, his soft hair catching the light. He looked bored out of his mind, but every few seconds, heโd lean over and whisper something in your ear, making you let out a small, silent laugh that made Heeseungโs chest tighten.
Heeseung watched the way your shoulders shook slightly when you laughed. He watched the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He felt a familiar, dull ache in his throat. This was his routine. He watched from the shadows, a silent observer in a life he wasn't quite sure he was allowed to join.
He was so busy staringโso busy memorizing the curve of your neck and the way you tilted your headโthat he didn't realize Sunoo had looked up.
Sunooโs eyes scanned the back of the room, squinting against the light, until they landed on Heeseung. A huge, mischievous grin broke across his face. He didn't care about the professorโs lecture on tension or the fifty other students between them. He raised a hand high in the air, waving enthusiastically at Heeseung.
Heeseung froze. He wanted to melt into the floor. He wanted to vanish into the vents and crawl back to the lab. He didn't want to be perceivedโnot like this, not when he looked like heโd been dragged behind a bus.
Sunoo nudged you, pointing toward the back row.
You turned around.
The air seemed to leave the room. Heeseung stopped breathing entirely. For a second, he forgot about his bruised ribs, his ruined sleep schedule, and the lingering smell of exhaust on his hoodie. He just saw you.
Your eyes locked onto his, and for a heartbeat, your expression was one of pure surprise. Then, your gaze softened. You took in the dark circles under his eyes, the messy state of his hair, and the way he was practically hiding in his oversized clothes.
Instead of turning back around, you gave him a small, sympathetic smile. It wasn't the courteous smile he saw you give everyone else. It was softer. Kinder. It was the kind of look that said, I see you, and you look like you're having a really hard time.
Heeseung felt a jolt go through his body. It was his Spider-sense this time, but it was wrong. It was malfunctioning. There was no danger in the room, no ceiling about to collapse, no hidden villain in the front row. But his skin was prickling, his heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, and his stomach felt like it had dropped into his shoes.
He couldn't look away. He felt like he was caught in a spotlight. You crinkled your nose at himโa tiny, playful gestureโbefore turning back to the front of the room, leaving him breathless and reeling.
He was so dazed that when his phone started vibrating against his thigh, he almost jumped out of his skin. He fumbled for it, his hands clumsy and trembling, nearly knocking his notebook off the desk. He caught the phone just before it hit the floor, his heart racing.
He ducked his head, hiding behind the person in front of him, and checked the screen.
It was a text from Jake.
Heeseung blinked, his face flushing a deep, hot red. He risked a glance to his left. Jake was sitting five seats away, pretending to take notes, but he had a tiny, smug smirk on his face. He didn't even look up, just tapped his pen against his desk in a rhythmic, mocking beat.
Heeseung looked back at his phone, his thumbs hovering over the screen.
Heeseungโs hand flew to his forehead, rubbing frantically at his skin. He felt like a total idiot. He was a superhero. He fought criminals. He saved lives. And here he was, getting bullied by his best friend over a girl who had done nothing but smile at him.
He looked down at you again. You were back to taking notes, your head bowed. Sunoo was back to doodling.
Heeseung let out a long, shaky breath, leaning his head back against the wall. The exhaustion was starting to win again. The adrenaline of the smile was fading, leaving him feeling heavy and hollow.
He closed his eyes for just a second. Just one second.
The professorโs voice became a distant hum. The scratching of pens on paper sounded like rain. Heeseung drifted, his mind floating somewhere between the Mapo Bridge and the diner from the night before. He imagined you sitting next to him, handing him a fry, telling him it was okay to be tired.
Zzzt-zzzt.
He snapped awake, his head jerking forward. He had no idea how much time had passedโfive minutes? Ten? The lecture was still going. The room hadn't changed.
He checked his phone again.
Heeseung stared at the message. You haven't seen him in forever. You wanted him there. You were asking for him.
He felt the familiar tug-of-war in his chest. One side of himโthe tired, lonely sideโwanted to say yes immediately. He wanted to sit on a floor in a crowded dorm room, surrounded by his friends, and just exist. He wanted to be near you without a mask on.
But the other sideโthe side that currently had a bruised rib and a police scanner in his bagโwas already calculating the risks. Tonight was Friday. Friday nights were busy. Crime didn't take a night off just because some college juniors wanted to have a mixer. If he went, heโd be distracted. Heโd be checking the time every five minutes.
Heโd be a ghost at the party, just like he was a ghost on campus.
He looked at your message again. He could almost hear your voice saying itโthat bubbly, sweet tone that made even a text message feel like a hug.
He started to type. Iโll try to be there.
Then he deleted it.
I have a lot of work to do. Maybe next time.
He deleted that, too.
It was a non-committal, cowardly answer. It was the best he could do.
He put the phone away and tried to focus on the lecture. Something about trusses. Something about equilibrium. He looked at the back of your head, the way your hair bounced slightly as you wrote.
He felt like he was walking a tightrope. On one side was the life he wantedโthe life where he was just Heeseung, the guy who liked you. On the other side was the life he hadโthe life where he was a secret, a symbol, a protector.
He didn't know how much longer he could stay in the middle.
The lecture finally ended with a sharp, dismissive comment from the professor. The room erupted into the chaotic sound of zipper-closings and chair-shuffling. Heeseung stayed put, waiting for the crowd to thin out. He didn't want to get caught in the rush. He didn't want to have to talk to anyone.
But Sunoo had other plans.
From three rows down, Sunoo stood up, slung his bag over his shoulder, and started climbing over seats toward the back. You were right behind him, moving a bit more gracefully, navigating the narrow aisles with ease.
Heeseungโs heart started that annoying hammering again. He scrambled to pack his things, stuffing his notebook into his bag with trembling hands. He accidentally knocked his pen onto the floor and had to dive under the desk to retrieve it.
When he sat back up, Sunoo was standing right in front of him, leaning against the desk with a grin that was far too bright for this early in the morning.
"Heeseungie! You survived!" Sunoo chirped, poking Heeseungโs shoulder. "You look terrible. Like, really, truly awful. Did you get hit by a truck?"
"Rough night," Heeseung muttered, pulling his hoodie tighter around himself. He kept his head down, focusing on the zipper of his bag. "Just a lot of studying."
"Studying? You're always studying," Sunoo scoffed. "Youโre an engineer, not a monk. You need to live a little."
"I live plenty," Heeseung said, finally looking upโand immediately regretting it.
You were standing right behind Sunoo. Up close, the kindness in your eyes was even more overwhelming. You were looking at him with genuine concern, your head tilted slightly to the side.
"Are you okay, Heeseung?" you asked, your voice soft and steady. "Sunooโs right, you look exhausted. Youโre not getting sick, are you?"
"No," Heeseung said, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat, trying to sound like a normal human being. "No, I'm fine. Just... didn't sleep much. Projects and stuff."
"Well, you should come tonight," you said, stepping a little closer. Heeseung could smell your perfume nowโsomething light and sweet, like cherries. It was a dizzying contrast to the smell of burnt rubber that was still clinging to his skin. "Yunjin and Megan missed you at the diner last night. We all did."
We all did. Heeseung felt like he was melting. "I... I'll try. I have a lab report due, but maybe I can finish it early."
"Don't let Jake help you," Sunoo joked, glancing over at Jake, who was finally standing up from his seat. "Heโll just talk about physics until your ears bleed."
"Hey, I heard that!" Jake called out, walking over to join the group. He looked perfectly fine, of course. He hadn't been the one chasing SUVs. Heโd just been the guy in the chair. "And for the record, physics is fascinating."
"It's nerd talk," Sunoo countered.
While they were bickering, you stayed focused on Heeseung. You reached out, your fingers lightly touching his forearm for just a second. The contact felt like a lightning strike. Heeseung almost flinched, his muscles tensing under your touch.
"Seriously, Heeseung," you whispered, so the others wouldn't hear. "Take some rest. You look like you're carrying the whole world on your shoulders."
Well, you hadn't been too far off.
Heeseung looked into your eyes, and for a terrifying moment, he thought you knew. He thought you could see right through the hoodie, right through the lie, and see the red and blue suit hidden in his bag.
But you just smiledโthat sweet, soft smile that made everyone love youโand gave his arm a tiny squeeze before letting go.
"See you tonight?" you asked.
"Yeah," Heeseung said, the word leaving his lips before he could stop it. "Yeah. See you tonight."
You beamed at him, then turned to Sunoo. "Come on, Sunoo, weโre going to be late for our elective."
"Damn, already? Bye, Heeseung! Bye, Jake the Nerd!" Sunoo waved over his shoulder as the two of you headed toward the exit.
Heeseung stood there, frozen, watching you walk away. He watched the way you navigated the crowded hall, waving to a few other people, clearly the person everyone wanted to talk to.
"You're so whipped," Jake said, leaning against the desk next to him.
"I'm not whipped," Heeseung muttered, though his face was still burning.
"You literally just promised to go to a party after spending all night getting beaten up by car thieves. You can barely stand, Hee. How are you going to survive a party?"
Heeseung slung his bag over his shoulder, the weight of the suit shifting against his back. He felt the ache in his ribs, the sting in his knuckles, and the fog in his brain.
"I'm... not," he said.
"What do you mean?" Jake asked him, tilting his head.
Heeseung looked toward the door where you had disappeared.
"I panicked," he admitted. "I can't go. I have patrol. Plus, I think I'm falling behind in some of my classes."
He walked out of the hall, his heart still doing that strange, fluttering dance. He was exhausted, he was hurting, and he was a mess. He hated that he lied to you, that he got your hopes up. If he could even call it that. Heeseung wasn't sure you actually cared about him. You were polite like that... it didn't mean anything.
He just hoped the city would stay quiet for one night. He just wanted that for a few hours, where he could be Heeseung, and not the guy in the mask.
But as he walked down the stairs, he felt a familiar prickle at the base of his neck. It was faintโbarely thereโbut it was a reminder.
The city never stayed quiet for long. And he was the only one who could hear the noise.
The night air was sharp, biting through the thin spandex of the suit as Heeseung perched on the cold steel of a suspension cable. Below him, the Han River looked like a sheet of black glass, reflecting the neon hum of the city. Usually, the height was where he felt most at homeโaway from the crowded hallways and the crushing weight of his engineering textbooksโbut tonight, his mind was miles away.
Specifically, it was stuck in a dorm room on the other side of campus.
He checked his suitโs internal clock. 11:45 PM. By now, Soobinโs mixer was in full swing. He could almost hear the muffled bass of the music through the walls, smell the cheap snacks, and see you laughing in the middle of a circle of people.
He imagined you looking at the door every time it opened, wondering if he was finally going to show up. Or maybe you weren't. Maybe you had already forgotten the stuttered "yeah" heโd given you in the lecture hall.
He let out a long, foggy breath that clouded his eye lenses for a second.
"Youโre brooding again, Hee. I can hear the dramatic pouting through the comms."
Jakeโs voice crackled in his ear, sounding far too crisp and awake. Heeseung could hear the faint click-clack of a keyboard in the background. Jake was likely sitting in their shared dorm, surrounded by three different monitors and at least two empty ramen cups.
"Iโm not brooding. Iโm patrolling," Heeseung muttered, shifting his weight. His ribs still throbbedโa dull, rhythmic reminder of the crowbar from the night beforeโbut the adrenaline of being in the suit usually acted as a decent enough numbing agent.
"Patrolling is just brooding with more gymnastics," Jake countered. "Why are you even out there? I told you the police scanners have been dead for an hour. Go to the party. Go see the girl. Live a little before you turn into a literal gargoyle."
"I told her I had a lab report," Heeseung lied, even though Jake knew better.
"No, you told me you had a lab report. You told her youโd see. Which, in girl-code, means youโre coming. If you don't show up, youโre just the guy who flaked."
Heeseung winced. "I can't just... walk in there, Jake. Look at me. Iโm exhausted. Iโve got a bruise the size of a dinner plate on my side. I wouldn't even know what to say to her. Spider-Man can talk to anyone, but Heeseung? Heeseung can barely order a coffee without tripping over his own feet."
"Thatโs the secret, man. Youโre the same guy. The mask just gives you an excuse to stop overthinking. Just pretend youโre wearing the suit under your clothes. Big, hero energy. You got this."
"You were invited, too. Why don't you go? You don't have to be here, y'know. Go live your life."
Jake paused for a moment before responding, "Solidarity, dude." Heeseung cracked a smile at that. There were times he felt that his best friend was too kind to him, and this was one of them.
"I'm hanging up now," Heeseung said.
"Fine. But don't come crying to me when Sunoo texts me saying you missed the best party of the semester. Be safe, Spidey."
The comms went dead with a soft beep. Heeseung sighed, standing up on the cable. He looked toward the campus buildings in the distance. He really should just go home. He should sleep. He should be the responsible student his parents thought he was.
But his feet didn't move toward the dorms. He shot a line of webbing toward the underside of the campus bridge, swinging out into the open air. The wind rushed past him, tugging at the suit, and for a few seconds, the heavy thoughts in his head felt a little lighter.
He was just finishing a sweep of the perimeter near the south entrance when his Spider-sense gave a tiny, almost imperceptible prickle. It wasn't the "get out of the way of a speeding bullet" kind of warning. It was more of a "pay attention" nudge.
He stuck to the side of a brick pillar under the bridge, his gloved fingers clinging to the rough surface. He looked down.
There was someone walking on the pedestrian path above.
Even from the shadows, he knew it was you. You were walking alone, your dress a bright spot against the dark pavement. You looked a little tired, your shoulders slumped, but you were still smiling as you looked down at your phone. You were probably texting the group chat, telling them youโd made it out of the party and were headed back to your dorm.
Heeseung felt that familiar, painful tug in his chest. You were so close. If he just climbed up, if he just took off the mask...
But he stayed still, hidden in the dark. He watched you walk, a silent guardian who couldn't even say hello.
You were halfway across the bridge when you stumbled. It was a small thingโyour foot caught on an uneven piece of concreteโbut it was enough to make you lurch forward. Your phone, which youโd been holding loosely in your hand, slipped from your fingers.
He watched it happen in slow motion. The phone hit the ground, bounced once, and started sliding toward the gap between the bridge floor and the railing.
"Well, fuck," Heeseung murmured.
You gasped, lunging for it, but your fingers missed the glass by an inch. The phone slid through the gap, vanishing over the edge.
Heeseung didn't even think. He didn't have time to.
He let go of the pillar, dropping into a freefall. He shot a web at the underside of the bridge to swing himself upward, his body arching through the air. He saw the phoneโa small, silver rectangle tumbling through the darkness toward the rocky bank of the river.
He tucked his knees to his chest, spinning once to gain momentum, and reached out. His fingers closed around the cool metal of the phone just a few feet above the ground.
With a sharp flick of his wrist, he shot another web toward the bridgeโs support beam, using the tension to slow his descent. He landed silently on the pavement directly in front of you, his boots hitting the concrete with a soft thud.
He stood up slowly, the phone held safely in his hand.
You were frozen, your eyes wide, your hands still hovering in the air where youโd tried to catch the device. You looked like a deer caught in headlightsโbreathless, shocked, and incredibly pretty. The moonlight hit your face just right, and for a second, Heeseung forgot he was supposed to be a mysterious hero. He just wanted to stare at you.
But then he remembered. He was wearing the mask. He wasn't the guy who stuttered in the back of the lecture hall. He was Spider-Man.
He stepped forward, the white lenses of his mask narrowing as he looked at you. He felt a strange, intoxicating rush of confidence. It was like Jake saidโthe mask was an excuse.
"Looking for this?" he asked.
His voice was different when he was in the suit. It was steady, tilted with a bit of a playful edge that he could never manage as Heeseung. He held the phone out to you, the screen still glowing with a half-finished text message to Sunoo.
You blinked, finally coming back to your senses. Your face went from pale shock to a deep burning within seconds.
"Oh my god," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. "You... you caught it. How did you... I didn't even see you."
"I have a habit of being in the right place at the right time," he said, stepping even closer. He was well within your personal space now, close enough to smell the faint scent of cherries on your skin. It made his head spin. "You should be more careful, sweetheart. Gravity is a clingy boyfriend. Itโll take everything you give it."
You let out a small, breathless laugh, reaching out to take the phone. Your fingers brushed against his gloved handโa tiny, electric spark that made Heeseung want to jump out of his skin. But he didn't move. He held his ground, watching you tuck the phone into your pocket.
"Thank you," you said, looking up at him. You were still blushing, your eyes searching the blank white lenses of his mask. "I would have been so dead. All my photos, my notes... everything was on there."
"Can't have that," Heeseung said. He leaned one hand against the railing of the bridge, posing slightly. It was a total Spider-Man moveโarrogant, smooth, and completely unlike him. "A girl like you shouldn't be walking home alone this late anyway. Itโs dangerous."
"A girl like me?" you teased, finding your voice again. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture heโd seen you do a thousand times in class. "And what kind of girl is that?"
The kind Iโve been staring at for six months, he thought. The kind who smells like cherries and makes me forget my own name.
"The kind whoโs too distracted by her phone to see a superhero swinging by," he said instead. "The kind who probably had a long night at a party she didn't want to leave."
You looked surprised. "How did you know I was at a party?"
"Lucky guess. You look like youโve been dancing. Or at least trying to avoid being danced on."
You laughed again, a bright, genuine sound that filled the quiet night. "You're not wrong. It was a bit much. My friend Soobin throws loud mixers."
Heeseung felt a pang of jealousy. He was talking to you. He was actually having a conversation with you, and he wasn't fumbling his words. You were looking at him with admiration, with interest. You liked this version of him.
"Well," he said, pushing off the railing. He knew he couldn't stay too long. The more he talked, the more likely he was to slip up. "Since Iโm already here, I might as well make sure you get to your door in one piece. Wouldn't want gravity to try anything else tonight."
"Are you offering to walk me home?" you asked, a mix of curiosity and something else in your eyes. "Is that part of the superhero service?"
"Special occasion," he said.
He didn't walk with you, exactly. He hopped up onto the railing, crouching there like a bird, moving along the edge as you walked on the pavement. It was a show-off move, and he knew it, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted you to keep looking at him.
"So," you said, looking up at him as you walked. "Do you do this often? Save phones from certain death?"
"Only for pretty girls," he said. The words came out so easily it almost scared him. "The guys usually have to buy their own replacements."
You flushed again, ducking your head. "You're a flirt, Mr. Spider-Man. I didn't expect that."
"I've been told I have a certain charm," he said. "Though usually, Iโm just told to be quiet and stop webbing up the police cars."
The walk to your dorm felt far too short. Usually, the trek across campus felt like a marathon when Heeseung was carrying his heavy engineering bag, but tonight, he wanted the bridge to stretch on forever. He listened to you talkโreally talk. You told him about how you were tired of school, how you missed your family, and how you had this one friend who was always disappearing.
"Heeseung," you said, the name hitting him like a physical blow. "Heโs an engineering major. Super smart, but heโs like a ghost. He said heโd come tonight, but he flaked. Again."
Heeseung felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He looked away, staring out at the dark trees lining the path. "Maybe heโs just busy. Engineering is hard."
"I know it is," you said softly. "I just... I worry about him. He looks so tired all the time. Like heโs carrying a lot of weight."
Heeseung turned back to you. You were looking at him, but he knew you were thinking about himโthe other him. The messy, tired version.
"Heโs lucky to have someone like you worrying about him," he said, his voice dropping a bit.
You smiled, a sad, sweet little thing. "I hope so. Anyway, this is me."
You stopped in front of your dorm building. The lobby lights were bright, casting a long shadow behind you. You turned to face him, your hands tucked into your sweater sleeves.
"Thank you again. For the phone. And the walk."
"Anytime," Heeseung said. He stayed on the railing, looking down at you. He wanted to reach out. He wanted to tell you that he was right there. He wanted to tell you he was sorry for flaking.
But he just gave you a two-finger salute. "Sleep well, sweetheart. And stay away from the edges."
He shot a web at the top of the building and swung away before you could say anything else. He didn't look back until he was three roofs away.
He landed on a ledge, ripping the mask off his face. His skin was cold, but his cheeks were burning. He leaned his head against the brick wall, his heart racing.
He loved it. He loved the way you looked at him. He loved the way you laughed at his jokes. He loved being the guy who could make you blush.
And he hated it.
He hated that he had to hide behind a mask to get you to notice him. He hated that he was jealous of his own shadow. He hated that the version of him you liked wasn't the version that had to sit next to you in class and pretend he didn't care.
"How was the walk?" Jakeโs voice came through the comms. Heโd clearly been listening.
"Shut up," Heeseung said, his voice cracking.
"You called her sweetheart, Hee. That was bold. A little cheesy, but bold."
"I'm going home, Jake."
"Yeah, yeah. See you at the dorm, lover boy."
Heeseung stuffed the mask into his bag and started the long walk back. He felt like a fraud. He felt like a hero. But mostly, he just felt like a guy who was falling deeper and deeper into a hole he didn't know how to climb out of.
He looked up at your window as he passed your building. The light was on.
He wondered if you were thinking about the hero. He wondered if you were still mad at the guy.
He didn't have the answer. He just had a bruised rib and a secret that was getting heavier with every swing. He walked into the shadows of his own dorm, the ghost returning to his grave, while the hero stayed tucked away in a backpack, waiting for the next time gravity tried to take something precious away.
The gym was a cavern of echoes, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of a basketball competing with the squeak of sneakers against the polished wood. Heeseung sat on the bleachers, shoulders hunched, feeling like he was vibrating out of his skin. He was only here because Jake had insisted he needed "human interaction" that didn't involve soldering irons or police scanners, but as usual, Heeseung felt more like a ghost than a person.
"You look like youโre waiting for a root canal," Yunjin said, nudging his shoulder.
Heeseung blinked, shaking himself out of his trance. Yunjin was sitting next to him, her eyes glued to the court where Soobin, her boyfriend, was currently setting up a three-pointer. She looked perfectly comfortable, her legs crossed, a relaxed smile on her face.
"Iโm just tired," Heeseung muttered, pulling the strings of his hoodie until the fabric partially obscured his face. It was his default defense mechanism.
"Youโre always tired, Hee. Itโs your brand," she teased, but her attention quickly snapped back to the game as Soobin made the shot. She let out a loud whistle that echoed through the high-ceilinged room. "Nice one, babe!"
Heeseung looked down at the court. It was a heated game of pickup. Soobin was holding his own, and Jayโalways the most charismatic and driven of the bunchโwas leading the flow with a bold, effortless energy that Heeseung secretly envied. Then there was Riki.
Riki was a sophomore, like you. Even though he was a year younger than the rest of the group, he moved like a blur of sheer, terrifying talent. He played with a professional level of focus, his eyes sharp as he navigated the court.
Heeseung watched them move, his brain unconsciously tracking their trajectories, calculating the force needed for a jump. It was an engineering habit, but also a survival one. He knew exactly how fast Jay was going to pivot before he even did it.
"Nice hustle, Riki!" Jay called out, clapping his hands together. He wiped sweat from his forehead, looking like he could go for another three hours. Jay didn't do anything halfway; if he was playing a casual game, he was playing it like it was the finals. "Riki, youโre dropping your shoulder on the drive. Keep it square!"
Riki rolled his eyes, leaning over with his hands on his knees. "I'm not dropping my shoulder, Jay. I'm just dying of thirst. I forgot my water bottle in the dorm and my throat feels like a desert."
"Determination, Riki! Push through it!" Jay joked, though he was grinning.
Riki checked his phone, which was sitting on the sidelines. A small, knowing grin touched his face. "It's fine. I texted for reinforcements."
Heeseung didn't think much of it until the heavy double doors of the gym groaned open. The sound of the basketballs hitting the floor seemed to sync up with the thumping of Heeseungโs heart the moment you walked in.
You weren't dressed up like you were for the mixer. You were wearing jeans and a hoodie, your hair pulled back in a half-up, half-down. You looked casual, comfortable, and devastatingly pretty in the harsh, yellow gym lights. In your hand, you held a large, bright red bottle of Gatorade.
"Reinforcements are here!" you called out, your voice carrying across the court.
Rikiโs face lit up. He jogged over to the sideline as you approached. To anyone else, it might have looked like a romantic gesture, but everyone knew the truth. You and Riki had been friends since you were toddlers. Your parents were practically family, and the two of you had grown up like siblingsโor even twins, given you were the two sophomores in a group of juniors.
You were each other's safe haven. He was the one person who could text you at 9:00 PM to complain about a water bottle and actually get a response.
"You're a lifesaver," Riki said, snatching the bottle and taking a massive gulp.
"You're a dork," you replied, reaching out to ruffle his sweaty hair, which he dodged with a laugh. "I was right in the middle of a movie, you know. I expect interest on this delivery."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll pay you back in snacks later," he said, already turning back to the guys.
The game didn't start back up immediately. The guys drifted over to the sideline to grab their own drinks, congregating near where you stood. Heeseung stayed on the bleachers, feeling his skin start to prickle. He wanted to say something, to wave, to let you know he was thereโbut he also felt that familiar, heavy shyness pinning him to the metal bench.
"Hey, look who showed up," Sunoo said, appearing from the other side of the gym where heโd been chatting with some other students. "The hero of the hour."
You laughed, leaning against the padded wall near the court. "I'm just the delivery girl. How's the game going? Is Jay winning by sheer force of personality yet?"
"Always," Soobin said, walking over to press a quick kiss to Yunjinโs cheek as she hopped down from the bleachers to join the group.
Heeseung felt like he was watching a movie he wasn't cast in. He stayed seated, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He watched you interact with themโthe way you joked with Soobin, the way you easily matched Jayโs boldness. You were the glue. You always were.
"So," you said, your eyes shining with a sudden, excited energy. "Speaking of heroes, I have to tell you guys something crazy. Youโre not going to believe what happened last night after I left Soobinโs."
Heeseung, who had been trying to look at his shoes, felt his entire body go rigid. He knew exactly what you were about to say. He reached for his own water bottle, which was sitting next to him on the aluminum seat, and took a long, desperate swig to keep his mouth from going dry.
"What happened? Did you run into a cat again?" Riki teased, leaning on his knees.
"No!" you said, swatting at his arm. "I dropped my phone. Like, right off the side of the bridge near the dorms. I thought it was gone. I was ready to cry."
"And?" Jay asked, crossing his arms, looking genuinely curious.
"And Spider-Man caught it," you said, your voice going a little higher in pitch. "Iโm serious! He literally dropped out of the sky, caught it mid-air, and landed right in front of me."
Heeseungโs throat suddenly decided to stop functioning. He tried to swallow the water heโd just taken in, but it went down the wrong pipe. He erupted into a violent, hacking cough, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled the Gatorade youโd brought.
"Whoa, Hee, you okay?" Jake asked, looking up at him with a suspicious, knowing glint in his eyes.
Heeseung wanted to sock him in the jaw, but he couldn't answer. He just kept coughing, clutching his chest, while Yunjin patted his back with a little too much force. "Geez, breathe, Heeseung. The water isn't going anywhere."
Once the coughing fit subsided into a pathetic wheeze, Heeseung wiped his eyes and tried to look normal. It was impossible.
"You were saying?" Jay prompted you, completely ignoring Heeseungโs near-death experience. (Heeseung was grateful for this.)
"He was so... I don't know, charming?" you continued, your cheeks flushing. "He didn't just give it back and leave. He actually talked to me. He was so witty and cool. He even walked me to my dorm building. Well, he swung along the railings while I walked, but still. He was so smooth."
Heeseung felt a strange, conflicting surge of emotions. Half of himโthe Spider-Man halfโwas incredibly proud. Heโd done that. He was the charming guy you were gushing about. The other halfโthe Heeseung halfโfelt like he was being stabbed in the heart with a dull pencil. You were blushing over a version of him that didn't even have a face.
"Smooth, huh?" Jay said with a chuckle, bouncing the basketball once. He wasn't being mean, just his usual audacious, skeptical self. "The guy wears spandex and crawls on walls. Heโs probably some theater major in a unitard who likes the attention. It's a bit theatrical, don't you think? The whole 'mysterious hero' act?"
Heeseungโs eye twitched. A theater major? He spent ten hours a week doing differential equations and another twenty recalibrating web-fluid viscosity in a basement that smelled like ozone.
"It's not an act, Jay," you defended, your voice firm. "He saved my phone. He didn't have to do that. And he was really nice. It felt... I don't know, real."
"It's a mask," Riki added, taking another sip of Gatorade. "Anyone can be 'smooth' when nobody knows what they actually look like. He's probably a forty-year-old dude with a receding hairline."
"He is not!" you exclaimed, laughing. "He sounded young. And he was... I don't know, athletic? Obviously."
Heeseung wanted to scream. He wanted to stand up, rip off his hoodie, and show them the bruise on his ribs. He wanted to tell Jay that a "unitard" didn't have reinforced carbon-fiber padding. But he just sat there, looking every bit as depressed as he felt. As one would feel after hacking their lungs out in front of their long-time crush.
"I think he's cool," Sunoo chimed in, always the one to support a good story. "He makes the city feel more like a movie. Iโd love to meet him."
"You just want a selfie for your Instagram, Sunoo," Soobin pointed out.
"And? It would get, like, a million likes."
You turned away from the guys then, your gaze drifting up toward the bleachers. You saw Heeseung sitting there, looking small and rumpled. Your expression softened, and you walked over to the base of the bleachers.
"Heeseung," you said, your voice much gentler than it had been when you were arguing with Jay. "Youโve lived here longer than some of us. Have you ever seen him up close? Spider-Man, I mean?"
The group fell quiet, all eyes turning toward Heeseung. Jake had his arms crossed, watching Heeseung with a look of pure, unadulterated amusement. He was enjoying this way too much.
Heeseung felt the weight of everyoneโs gaze. He felt your eyesโso bright and curiousโwaiting for his answer. He felt like he was suffocating.
"I... uh," he started, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat and tried again. "No. Not really. I mean, I've seen him on the news. In the distance, maybe."
"You don't think he's cool?" you asked, noticing his lack of enthusiasm. The disappointment in your voice makes him want to throw himself off the Lotte World Tower. Without his web-shooters.
Heeseung felt a petty, irrational urge to defend his civilian self. If you liked the hero so much, maybe you should know that the hero wasn't all that special.
"I don't know," Heeseung said, shrugging with a forced nonchalance. "I think he's probably... mid. Like, heโs just a guy doing his job, right? Itโs kind of a lot of work for not much reward. And the suit is probably really itchy."
The silence that followed was heavy.
You looked at Heeseung like heโd just grown a second head. Your eyebrows shot up, and your mouth hung open just a tiny bit. "Mid? Heeseung, he saves people! He caught my phone from like a fifty-foot drop!"
"Yeah, but... he couldโve just used a net or something," Heeseung said, digging his own grave. "The swinging looks dangerous. Itโs statistically inefficient."
Oh, God. A net? Really?
"Statistically inefficient?" you repeated, shaking your head. "You are such an engineer, Heeseung. Honestly, sometimes I think you don't have a romantic bone in your body."
You turned back to the guys, clearly done with Heeseungโs "mid" take. "Ignore him. Heโs just being a hater because heโd rather be looking at a blueprint than a hero."
"Hey, I'm not a hater," Heeseung protested, but it was too late. The guys were already moving back toward the court.
"Back to the game!" Soobin yelled.
You stayed on the sideline for a few more minutes, chatting with Yunjin. Heeseung watched you from the bleachers, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed by a giant, invisible hand. Heโd done it. Heโd successfully annoyed you. You were currently thinking he was a boring, uninspired buzzkill, all while you were harboring a crush on his alter-ego.
Jake caught his eye from across the court and mouthed the word: Mid?
Heeseung flipped him off under the cover of his hoodie.
As the game resumed, the gym filled with the sounds of squeaking sneakers and the heavy thud-thud-thud of the ball. Heeseung tried to focus on the game, but his mind was spinning.
He was his own worst enemy. He was competing with a version of himself that didn't exist in the daylight. He was jealous of a piece of fabric and a pair of white lenses.
When the game finally ended an hour later, the guys were exhausted. They collapsed on the sidelines, panting. You were still there, helping Riki pack up his bag, still talking about the bridge incident to anyone who would listen.
"I'm telling you, his voice was so familiar," you said to Yunjin as you both walked toward the exit. "But I can't place it. It was like... I've heard it a million times but in a different context."
Heeseung, who was walking a few paces behind you with Jake, felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
"Maybe you should ask him for his number next time," Yunjin joked.
"I should," you laughed. "I wonder if he has a phone. Or does he just use a tin can and a web?"
The two of you disappeared out the doors, your laughter fading into the night air.
Heeseung stopped in the middle of the parking lot, staring at his shoes. The cool night air felt good against his skin, but it didn't help the knot in his stomach.
"You really leaned into that hater angle, didn't you?" Jake said, bumping his shoulder.
"I didn't know what else to say," Heeseung admitted, his voice quiet. "I can't exactly agree with her, can I? 'Yeah, I'm super charming and my voice is amazing.' That would be even weirder."
"You couldโve just said he was okay. You didn't have to call yourself 'mid'. That's a blow to the ego, man."
"It's the truth," Heeseung sighed. "Heeseung is mid. Spider-Man is the one she wants."
"Sheโs talking to you in class, Hee. Sheโs bringing Gatorade to your friends. Sheโs worried about your sleep schedule. She doesn't even know Spider-Manโs real name."
"Exactly," Heeseung said. "She likes the mystery. If she knew it was just me... the guy who chokes on water and talks about statistics... sheโd be disappointed."
Jake looked at him for a long moment, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "I think you're wrong. I think she'd be relieved. But you're too stubborn to see it."
"Whatever. I'm going to the lab," Heeseung said, turning away.
"It's 11:00 PM!"
"The web-fluid won't recalibrate itself, Jake."
Heeseung walked away, his shadow stretching long and dark behind him. He looked at the silhouette on the pavementโthe tall, lean shape of a boy in a hoodie. It looked nothing like the hero on the news. It looked like a ghost.
As he reached the lab, he didn't turn on the lights. He sat in the dark, surrounded by the smell of acetone and chemicals. He pulled the mask out of his bag, the white lenses staring back at him in the moonlight.
"Charming," he whispered to the empty room. "Smooth."
He threw the mask onto the workbench and put his head in his hands. He was winning the war against crime, but he was losing the war for your heartโand the worst part was, he was losing it to himself.
He stayed there for hours, the only sound the distant hum of the city he was sworn to protect. He thought about your smile, the way youโd defended him against Jay, and the way youโd looked at him on the bleachers.
He wanted to be the hero. But more than that, he just wanted to be the guy you didn't think was mid.
And right now, that felt like the hardest mission heโd ever faced.
The university basketball arena was a different beast than the quiet, echoey gym where the guys played pickup games. Tonight was a legitimate campus event, and the energy was electric. The air was thick with the smell of overpriced popcorn, floor wax, and the collective roar of a thousand students who had nothing better to do on a Tuesday night than scream themselves hoarse.
Heeseung sat in the middle of a packed row of bleachers, and he was currently losing a very difficult battle with his own eyelids.
He had been out until 4:00 AM. A group of specialized thieves had tried to break into a high-end tech warehouse near the docks, and Heeseung had spent most of the night playing a high-stakes game of hide-and-seek among shipping containers. By the time heโd webbed the last guy to a crane and made it back to his dorm, the sun was already threatening to peek over the horizon.
Heโd had exactly two hours of sleep before his first lecture, and the three cups of coffee heโd downed since then were currently doing absolutely nothing.
On his left sat you. You were wearing a university hoodie that looked slightly too big for you, and you were cheering with an intensity that made Heeseungโs head throb in a rhythmic, dull way. On his right were Yunjin and Megan, who were currently busy taking selfies and trying to spot Soobin and Jay on the court.
"Look at them! Jay is actually terrifying when heโs in the zone," Megan shouted over the noise, pointing toward the court.
Jay was indeed in the zone. He was moving with that signature bold, charismatic style, barking plays at the rest of the team. Riki, the star sophomore, was weaving through defenders like they were standing still, and Soobin was a literal wall under the basket. Jake was darting around the perimeter, his eyes sharp, looking for an opening.
It was a great game. A thrilling game.
And Heeseung was about five seconds away from passing out.
The roar of the crowd started to sound like a distant ocean. The bright, flickering lights of the scoreboard blurred into a singular, warm glow. Heeseung felt his chin drop toward his chest. He snapped his head back up, blinking rapidly, trying to focus on the orange blur of the basketball.
Stay awake. Stay awake. Youโre in public. Youโre with her. Donโt be weird, he told himself.
But his body was done. Every muscle ached from the dockyard fight, and the warmth of the crowded arena was like a heavy blanket. His head started to nod again. It was a slow, rhythmic movement. Down... up. Down... further down...
He didn't mean for it to happen. He didn't even realize it was happening. But as his consciousness finally slipped away, his head tipped to the left. It drifted through the air until it found a soft, steady place to land.
Your shoulder.
You froze. You had been in the middle of shouting something to Yunjin, but the words died in your throat the moment you felt the weight of Heeseungโs head press against you. You looked down, your eyes wide. You sat perfectly still, your back as straight as a board. Your face was very warm.
You didn't move an inch, terrified that any slight shift would wake him up. You could feel the weight of his head, the softness of his hair against your skin, and the warmth of his breath through your shirt. It was the most domestic, heart-stopping moment of your life, and you were currently being broadcasted to the entire friend group.
Heeseung was out cold. His breathing was deep and even, his face finally relaxed and free of the stressed engineer expression he usually wore. Without the glasses and the constant look of worry, he looked... peaceful. Vulnerable.
Yunjin noticed almost immediately. She nudged Megan, pointing at the two of you with a mischievous grin.
"Oh my god," Megan whispered, fumbling for her phone. "Look at the sleepy little guy. He finally crashed."
"Don't," you hissed, though you didn't move an inch. You were terrified that if you even breathed too deeply, heโd wake up and realize what he was doing, and the resulting awkwardness would probably cause him to flee the state.
"I have to," Megan said, her thumbs flying across her screen as she opened the group chat. "The guys need to see this. Heeseung actually chose a person over a nap in the library. This is historic."
Sunoo, who was sitting in the row directly in front of you, turned around with a devious glint in his eyes. He saw Heeseung slumped against you and let out a tiny, delighted giggle.
"Is he dead?" Sunoo asked, reaching out a finger.
"Sunoo, stop it," you whispered, trying to sound stern.
But Sunoo was Sunoo. He leaned over and very gently poked Heeseungโs cheek. Heeseung didn't even flinch. He just let out a tiny, soft sigh and tucked his face a little closer into the crook of your neck, seeking the warmth.
"He's definitely dead," Sunoo concluded. "Or heโs just really, really comfortable. Look at his face. He looks like a kitten."
Megan snapped a pictureโthe flash was off, thank goodnessโand sent it to the group chat with the caption: rip heeseung. heโs never living this shit down!
You felt your face heating up. You could feel the warmth of his skin through your hoodie. It was a strange sensationโhaving him so close. Usually, there was a visible three-foot radius of complete secrecy around Heeseung, but right now, that wall was completely gone.
You felt a sudden, sharp surge of protectiveness. You knew how hard he worked. You saw the dark circles under his eyes in class, the way he was always the last one to leave the lab, and the way he seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on his back. You didn't know why he was so tiredโyou just knew that he deserved this rest.
"Leave him alone," you said to Sunoo, who was reaching out for a second poke. "If any of you wake him up, I will personally make sure you don't get any of the snacks I brought."
Sunoo pouted but retracted his hand. "Fine. But if he drools on you, don't say I didn't warn you."
You looked down at him again. His eyelashes were long and dark against his skin. You noticed a small, faint scratch on his jawline that you hadn't seen before. You wondered how he got it. He was always getting these random little nicks and bruisesโclumsiness, he called it.
You leaned your head back against the bleacher, trying to stay as still as possible. The game continued below you. Riki made a spectacular dunk that sent the crowd into a frenzy, but you didn't jump. You didn't even cheer. You just sat there, smiling like an idiot, leaning into his touch.
It was a strange feeling. You were still thinking about the bridgeโabout the hero who had saved your phone and walked you home. He had been so smooth, so confident. And yet, here was Heeseung, who was the complete opposite. Heeseung was quiet, awkward, and currently using you as a warm pillow.
And yet, you found yourself wanting to tell the whole world to be quiet. You wanted the announcers to stop talking, the cheerleaders to stop dancing, and the crowd to stop roaring, just so he could get another twenty minutes of rest.
You found yourself shifting just a tiny bit, making sure he was as comfortable as he could be. You didn't care about the game anymore. You didn't care about the group chat or the fact that Megan was probably recording a video of the two of you right now.
You just cared about the way his breathing hitched for a second before smoothing out again.
Then, the buzzer for halftime went off.
It wasn't just a buzzer. It was a sharp, loud, electronic blare that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of your bones. It was designed to be heard over ten thousand screaming fans, and in the relatively enclosed space of the arena, it sounded like a bomb going off.
Heeseung didn't just wake up. He launched into consciousness.
His Spider-sense, which had been blissfully dormant while his brain tried to recover, suddenly screamed DANGER at the sudden, violent noise. To his sleeping brain, the buzzer sounded like a building collapsing or an explosion in the dockyards.
His body reacted before his conscious mind even realized where he was.
He jerked upright with such force that he nearly knocked you over. His eyes snapped open, wide and bloodshot, and his hands instinctively flew to his wrists, his fingers twitching in the specific motion used to fire a web-string.
"Who? What? Where?" he barked, his voice loud, jagged, and full of a combat-ready adrenaline that absolutely did not belong in a college basketball arena.
He scrambled backward, his sneakers squeaking against the metal bleachers as he tried to create distance from the "threat." He nearly tumbled over the row behind him, his heart hammering against his ribs so hard he was sure everyone could see his hoodie vibrating.
He looked around wildly. He didn't see a villain. He didn't see a falling crane.
He saw the court. He saw the cheerleaders starting their halftime routine. He saw a thousand students looking confused.
And he saw Sunoo, who was currently doubled over, clutching his stomach as he laughed so hard no sound was coming out.
"Oh my god," Megan wheezed, holding her phone up. "I got the whole thing. I got the jump-scare of the century."
Heeseungโs brain finally started to catch up with his body. The red mist of adrenaline began to clear, replaced by a cold, crushing wave of realization. He felt the phantom weight of your shoulder where his head had been just seconds ago.
He turned his head slowly, his neck feeling stiff and heavy.
There you were.
You were looking at him with a mix of genuine concern and a tiny, suppressed smile. Your shoulder felt suddenly very cold and empty, and you were still slightly tilted from the force of his sudden departure.
"Good morning, Sunshine," you said softly, your voice a calm anchor in the sea of his panic.
Heeseung stared at you. He felt like he was hovering about three inches off the ground. He looked down at his shirt, his hands trembling as he smoothed out the fabric.
"I... did I..." he stammered, his face rapidly turning a shade of red that was probably visible from the moon. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean toโwas I leaning on you?"
"For about twenty minutes," you said, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. "You looked like you needed it. You were out like a light."
"Twenty minutes?" Heeseung whispered, horrified. He checked his chin, his hand frantically searching for any sign of drool. He had visions of a giant, embarrassing wet spot on your hoodie. He imagined the group chat. He imagined moving to a different country and changing his name to something like 'Evan'.
"You didn't drool, Heeseung. Relax," you said, noticing his panic.
"I... I'm so sorry," he repeated, his voice barely audible over the music playing on the loudspeakers. "I didn't sleep much. I was... studying. Late."
"Must have been some intense studying," you said. "You jumped like someone had just pulled a fire alarm."
"I have a startle response," he lied, his heart finally starting to slow down. "Engineering stress. Itโs a real thing."
"Sure it is," Sunoo chimed in, finally catching his breath. "Riki is going to lose his mind. He didn't think you were capable of physical contact with anyone other than a calculator."
"Sunoo, don't you dare," Heeseung groaned, burying his face in his hands.
But it was too late. On the court below, the halftime break had started, and the guys were heading toward the bench. He saw Riki grab his phone from his bag, look at it, and then immediately whip his head around to stare up at the bleachers.
Riki caught Heeseungโs eye and gave him a massive, theatrical thumbs-up, grinning like a maniac. Jay, standing next to him, looked at the screen, looked up at Heeseung, and just shook his head with a smile. And then there was Jake, with his eyes wide, like he was doing a double take. Right before launching into a fit of laughter, grabbing Soobinโs shoulder as to not topple over.
Heeseung wanted to vanish. He wanted to turn into dust and be swept up by the janitorial staff.
"They're never going to let me live this down," he muttered into his palms.
"It's just a nap, Heeseung," you said, reaching out and gently patting his arm. The touch was brief, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him that was stronger than any buzzer. "It's not a big deal. Honestly, it was kind of nice to see you actually relax for once."
Heeseung looked at you through the gaps in his fingers. You didn't look annoyed. You didn't look creeped out. You looked... happy?
"You're not mad?" he asked.
"Why would I be mad? You're a good pillow," you joked.
Heeseung let his hands fall, his face still glowing pink. He looked down at the court, where Jake was now waving at him mockingly.
"I'm still going to kill Megan for taking that video," he said, though there was no heat in it.
"Good luck! Iโve already uploaded it to the cloud," Megan said, not looking up from her phone. "Youโre a viral sensation in our circle now, Hee. Embrace it."
The rest of the game was a blur for Heeseung, but for a completely different reason. He wasn't sleepy anymore. He was hyper-aware of everything. He was aware of the inch of space between his arm and yours. He was aware of the way you smelled like cherries and laundry detergent. He was aware of the fact that for twenty minutes, he had been closer to you than he had ever been to anyone in his lifeโwithout a mask on.
As the final buzzer soundedโwhich Heeseung handled much better this time, only flinching slightlyโthe crowd began to pour out of the stands.
"We're going to meet the guys at the diner," Yunjin said, standing up. "You guys coming?"
"I think I should go back and actually sleep in a bed," Heeseung said, his voice a bit more stable now. "I don't think my heart can take another halftime buzzer."
"I'll walk with you," you said, surprising him. "I'm a bit tired too. All that cheering is exhausting."
Heeseungโs heart did a little flip. "You don't have to. You should go eat with the others."
"I want to," you said, and there was a finality in your tone that he didn't dare argue with.
The walk back to the dorms was quiet. The campus was cool, the air smelling of damp leaves and distant woodsmoke. For the first time, Heeseung didn't feel the need to fill the silence with technical facts or stammered apologies.
"Seriously though," you said as you reached the fork in the path where you had to head toward your building. "Get some sleep, Heeseung. You're working too hard."
"I'll try," he said. "Thanks for... you know. The shoulder."
"Anytime," you said, giving him a small wave. "See you in the lecture hall tomorrow? Try not to fall asleep on the professorโs shoulder."
"I'll do my best," he promised, face heating up.
He watched you walk away, the same way he had on the bridge. But this time, he wasn't crouching on a railing. He was standing on his own two feet.
He felt a strange sense of victory. Spider-Man had saved your phone, sure. Spider-Man had been charming. But Spider-Man had never felt the warmth of your shoulder or the way you had protected his sleep.
Maybe being Heeseung wasn't so "mid" after all.
He walked back to his dorm with a slight spring in his step, oblivious to the fact that his phone was currently vibrating in his pocket with a relentless stream of messages from the group chat.
He didn't care about the photos. He didn't care about the jokes.
He just cared about the fact that for twenty minutes, he didn't have to be a hero. He just had to be a guy who was tired, and you had been there to catch him.
He reached his door, unlocked it, and collapsed onto his bed without even taking off his shoes. As he drifted back off to sleepโthis time a real, deep sleepโhis last thought wasn't about web-fluid or crime rates.
It was about the way you had called him 'Sunshine'.
The night was quiet, but the air against Heeseungโs face was anything but calm. He was currently crouched on the side of a brick chimney three stories up, his gloved fingers finding purchase in the mortar. Below him, the university campus was a map of orange streetlights and long, dark shadows.
It had been nearly two weeks since the basketball gameโtwo weeks since he had practically catapulted off your shoulder in a state of sheer panicโand the memory still made his stomach do a weird, uncomfortable flip every time he saw you in the lecture hall.
He hadn't been sleeping much (which wasn't new). Between the mountain of engineering projects and the fact that a group of carjackers had decided to make the north side of the city their personal playground, Heeseung was running on fumes and caffeine. But tonight, his... patrol had taken a very specific, very intentional detour.
He shot a line of webbing toward the roof of your dorm building, swinging through the crisp night air with a practiced ease. He landed silently on a ledge just above the fourth floor. He knew which window was yours. Heโd "accidentally" seen it from the ground enough times to memorize the position.
He crawled down the brickwork, moving like a shadow, until he was perched just to the side of the glass. He stayed in the darkness, the white lenses of his mask narrowing as he looked inside.
This was not creepy, by the way. He was not being creepy. He was just a guy checking on his... friend. Or something like that.
The room was bright and warm, a stark contrast to the biting cold of the rooftop. You were sitting at your desk, surrounded by a fortress of textbooks and highlighters. Your hair was up in a messy bun that looked like it was held together by sheer willpower and a single pencil. You were wearing fuzzy, light blue pajamasโthe kind with little clouds on themโand thick wool socks.
Heeseung felt that familiar tug in his chest. You looked so normal. So safe.
But you weren't alone.
The door to your room was open, and he could see Yunjin and Megan in the common area, their shadows dancing against the wall. Suddenly, the two of them burst into your room, music blaring from a phone. They were laughing, doing some synchronized TikTok dance that involved a lot of arm-waving and rhythmic jumping.
You groaned, burying your face in your hands as they circled your desk, trying to get you to join in. Even from behind the glass, Heeseung could tell you were fighting a smile. You swatted at them with a highlighter, pointing toward your open textbook, but they just laughed harder.
Heeseung watched for a long time. He felt like a voyeur, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. This was the part of your life he never got to seeโthe messy, loud, roommate-filled reality of being a student. In the lecture hall, everything was academic and structured. At the mixers, it was crowded and overwhelming.
But here, in the glow of your desk lamp, you were just... you.
Finally, after one last dramatic pose that nearly knocked over your lamp, Yunjin and Megan retreated. He heard the muffled sound of your door closing as they headed out to the kitchen or down the hall.
The room went quiet. You let out a long sigh, rubbing your eyes before leaning back into your chair.
Heeseung waited a beat. Then, he reached out and gave the glass three soft, rhythmic taps.
Tink. Tink. Tink.
You jumped, nearly falling out of your swivel chair. You spun around, eyes wide, staring at the dark window. For a second, you looked terrified, but then you saw the faint outline of the mask and the flash of red and blue.
Your face transformed instantly. The exhaustion seemed to vanish, replaced by a bright, genuine light that Heeseung could feel even through the glass. You scrambled toward the window, fumbling with the latch before sliding the frame up.
"You!" you breathed, the cool night air rushing into the room. "What on earth are you doing here? I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
"And leave my favorite phone-dropper behind?" Heeseung asked, his voice tilting into that smooth, playful edge he only had when the mask was on. "Not a chance."
He hopped onto the windowsill, crouching there with his knees tucked to his chest. He looked around the room, making sure the coast was clear. "Are your roommates gone? They seemed pretty busy with... whatever that was."
You flushed, leaning against the window frame. "You saw that? God, theyโre obsessed with that dance. Iโm trying to pass my classes, and theyโre trying to go viral."
"It wasn't bad," he teased, his head tilting to the side. "Though I think you couldโve handled the footwork better."
"I wasn't even doing it!" you laughed, throwing a stray eraser at him. He caught it out of the air without even looking, tossing it back onto your desk. "What are you doing here anyway? Isn't there, like, a bank being robbed somewhere?"
"Itโs a slow day," he shrugged. It wasn't every day that the city was this quiet, and maybe he should've been at home, using this time to rest upโbut it seemed like he could never say no to the idea of you. "Besides, I figured Iโd check in. See if youโve managed to keep your phone in your pocket for more than forty-eight hours."
"I have, thank you very much," you said, crossing your arms.
His lenses scanned you up and down, settling on the fluffy blue fabric of your outfit. "Nice pajamas, by the way. Are those... clouds? Is there a matching hat, or is that reserved for special occasions?"
You looked down at yourself, suddenly self-conscious, and smoothed out the fuzzy fabric. "They're comfortable! Itโs cold in this building, and I have a lot of studying to do. Don't judge my fashion choices, Mr. Spandex."
"Hey, this isn't spandex," he countered, leaning closer into the room. "It's a highly sophisticated tri-weave polymer. Very high-tech. Very serious. Not at all like fuzzy clouds."
"It looks like you're wearing a unitard," you teased, echoing Jay's words from two weeks ago.
Heeseung flinched internally. "A unitard? Ouch. Thatโs a low blow. Iโll have you know this suit is aerodynamic. It helps with the swinging. Fuzzy clouds, on the other hand, probably create a lot of drag."
"Well, I'm not planning on swinging anywhere tonight, so I think I'm safe," you said. You looked at him, your expression softening. You reached out, your hand hovering near the edge of the windowsill. "You look tired. I mean, I can't see your eyes, but your shoulders... you look like you haven't slept in a week."
Heeseung felt a jolt of panic. Was it that obvious? Was his Heeseung side leaking through the mask?
"Occupational hazard," he said, trying to regain his footing. "The city doesn't sleep, so I don't really get to either. Itโs fine. Iโve had plenty of... uh, coffee."
"You sound like a friend of mine," you said, a small, sad smile touching your lips. "Heโs an engineer. He works himself to the bone. He actually fell asleep on me during a basketball game last week. I think I've mentioned him before," you hummed.
Heeseung felt the air leave his lungs. He stayed perfectly still, his heart thumping against his ribs. "Uh, yeah. I think you have. Sounds like a real thrill-seeker, this friend of yours."
"He's not," you said softly. "Heโs quiet. A bit awkward. He called you 'mid,' actually."
Heeseung let out a dry, forced laugh. "Mid? Wow. Remind me to web his locker shut tomorrow."
"Don't you dare," you said, but you were smiling. "Heโs actually really sweet. I think heโs just... lonely. Or maybe heโs just carrying something he won't tell anyone about. I felt really bad for him. He woke up so panicked, like he was expecting a fight."
"Maybe he was just embarrassed," Heeseung suggested, his voice dropping an octave. "Maybe he didn't want the girl he likes to see him at his weakest."
You paused, your eyes searching the white lenses of his mask. "The girl he likes?"
Heeseung realized heโd said too much. He cleared his throat, shifting his weight on the ledge. "I mean... lucky guess. A guy doesn't just fall asleep on someone unless heโs comfortable with them, right?"
"I guess so," you said, though you sounded a bit distracted. You looked back at your desk. "Anyway, I should probably get back to these equations. If I fail this midterm, my parents are going to kill me, and not even a superhero can save me from that."
"Right. Uni work. Nasty stuff," he said. He stayed for a few more minutes, teasing you about the way you chewed on your pencil when you were thinking, and listening to you complain about your professor. It was the easiest conversation heโd had all week. There was no stuttering, no tripping over his feet, no embarrassing himself.
He was smooth. He was the hero. He was the guy you were leaning toward with interest in your eyes.
"I should go," he said finally, standing up on the ledge. "The clouds are calling you, and I have a city to... not rob."
"Wait," you said, reaching out and catching the fabric of his sleeve.
He froze.
"Will you come back?" you asked. "I mean... I know youโre busy. But itโs nice having someone to talk to who doesn't try to make me do TikTok dances."
Heeseung looked down at your hand on his arm. He felt a wave of affection so strong it made his head dizzy. "Yeah. I'll be around. Just keep your window unlocked."
"It's a deal," you said.
He shot a web at the building across the street and leaped into the night. He did a celebratory flip in mid-air, the adrenaline of the conversation buzzing through his veins. He felt invincible. He felt like he was on top of the world.
But as he landed on a nearby rooftop and looked back at your glowing window, the feeling started to change.
He pulled the mask off, the cold wind hitting his sweaty forehead. He leaned against a cooling vent, his chest heaving.
The high was fading, and in its place was a sharp, bitter sting.
He thought about the way your eyes lit up when you saw the mask. He thought about the way you laughed at his jokes and the way you flirted back with Spider-Man.
And then he thought about Heeseung.
Heeseung, the guy who had sat next to you for months and barely managed a "hello." Heeseung, the guy who had finally, by some miracle, ended up with his head on your shoulderโonly to ruin the moment by launching himself into the air like a startled cat.
You liked the guy in the mask. You liked the confidence, the wit, and the mystery. You liked the version of him that was a lie.
The version of him that was realโthe tired, awkward engineer with the scratched jaw and the inability to talk to his crush like a normal personโwas just a boring friend. You felt bad for Heeseung. You felt protective of him. But you looked at Spider-Man like he was something special.
Heeseung looked at the mask in his hand. It was just a piece of fabric, but it was a wall he had built himself. A wall that kept him safe, but also kept him out.
He imagined telling you the truth. He imagined landing on your windowsill and pulling the mask off. He saw the look of shock on your faceโand then, he imagined the disappointment. The realization that the charming hero was just the guy who drooled in his sleep.
"She doesn't like you, Heeseung," he whispered to the night air. "She likes the suit."
He felt a sudden, irrational flash of jealousy toward his own alter-ego. He wanted to rip the suit to shreds. He wanted to be the guy who made you laugh without needing a voice changer or a hidden identity.
But he wasn't that guy. He was just a boy who was too afraid to be himself, competing with a shadow that he could never beat.
He put the mask back on, but the magic was gone. The suit felt heavy. That stupid fucking polymer weave felt like lead.
He turned away from your window and started the swing back to his dorm. He would see you tomorrow in class. He might sit next to you, and if he did, he would probably stutter when you asked him for a pen. You would look at him with that kind, pitying smile, and then you would probably go back to thinking about the hero who had visited your window.
It was a cycle he didn't know how to break.
As he reached his own room and crawled through the tiny gap in the window, he didn't feel like a hero. He felt like a fraud.
He changed into his own pajamasโplain gray ones, nothing as cute as fuzzy cloudsโand climbed into bed. His phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was a message from the group chat.
Heeseung turned the phone off and stared at the ceiling.
You had called him 'Sunshine.' Well, you called Heeseung that. But that one word wasn't the same as anything else you'd said to Spider-Man. He was the guy who had your heart, but he was also the guy who could never have it.
He closed his eyes, hoping for a dream where the mask didn't exist. But even in his sleep, he could hear the sound of his own heart beating for a girl who would never see him the way he saw her.
๐ท๏ธ ( third wheel ) : @imsleepingwhataboutu @rianzysworld
๐ang twins, jeon and iyen, fighting over who gets to fuck you first
๐ชท :: 78O smut mdni implied no protection rough sex spit play light degradation banter/bickering situationships series m.list
"you got to go first last time, dickhead!"
"are you just making shit up, or...?"
between your legs, jeon and iyen stand shoulder-to-shoulder, hovering over you. your skirt is hiked up, and the fabric of your panties has been hastily shoved to the side. they're both sporting boners in their boxers, but apparently, bickering comes before getting laid does.
my fucking god, you think, i might as well get off on my own.
it doesn't help that they've been taking turns teasing you for the better part of an hour. jeon's mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking and biting, while iyen's tongue flicked at your poor, puffy clit. there's a wet spot on the sheets, right between your thighs, a mixture of their spit and your arousal.
"c'mon," jeon whines, pulling his gaze away from his brother to slip a finger into your cunt. your breath hitches, back arching slightly up from the mattress. the sight makes him groan, "shit, see how wet she is?"
iyen stares at him, unblinking. "yeah. which is why i'm telling you to moveโ"
"โdude, don't be an assholeโ"
"โwell, i fuck her better, anyways."
jeon narrows his eyes at him. "i call bullshit. she moans louder when i touch her."
"fake moans, maybe," iyen shrugs, running a hand through his dark hair.
the ginger gasps. too dramatic. too scandalized. if you weren't so horny it hurt, maybe you would've rolled your eyes at him. "that's not true! baby, that's not true, right?"
your lips part, but he interrupts you, "see, it's not true. she said it's not."
"you didn't even let her say a word," iyen mutters, pulling his shirt off, and tossing it to the side. there's a subtle sheen of sweat across his skin, making you squeeze your thighs together.
"hey," he says, leaning closer to where you're lying on the bed. catching your chin, he turns your face toward his, quickly pulling your attention away from his twin. "don't fall for it. my muscles are bigger."
you hear a scoff, "sure," but jeon doesn't let you look away. instead, he presses his thumb down on your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth. his lips brush against yours, before he pulls a couple of inches away.
collecting spit in his mouth, he parts his lips to let a string fall into your mouth, and you stick your tongue out to catch it. "fuck," he mumbles, "you're so fucking hot like this. all whored out for us, hm? while you got everyone thinking you're some shy, innocent sweetheart?"
the corner of iyen's lips twitch in a smile. "well, i mean, she was. and then we broke her in."
"hell, yeah," jeon laughs.
how vulgar.
you flush, heat rising to your cheeks. "jeonnie, don't say things like that."
"why not?" he asks, tilting his head. "isn't it the truth?" he doesn't let you answer, instead capturing your lips in a messy kiss. you moan into it, hands coming up to tangle in his hair. his palm cups your cheek, keeping you close.
jeon reaches down, just barely palming himself, as he tries to relieve how hard he is. "jesus," he groans between a kiss, briefly pulling away. a thin line of spit connects his mouth to yours. "you always taste so sweet."
you whine, shaking your head. "i need you s'bad... can'tโ"
you're cut off by your own cry when something slams abruptly into your pussyโsomething being iyen's cock, you realize after a second. you sink your nails into jeon's biceps, and he turns his head to look behind him, where his dirtbag of a brother is already fucking you hard.
"that's cheating, you fucking prick," jeon huffs.
"nโnot my fault you were so busy running your mouth. someone's gotta take care of our needy doll."
with every ram of his hips against yours, you can feel his dick kiss your cervix, the way he throbs inside you, how his pelvis grinds against your clit. "takin' me so well, pretty girl," he says, his fingers digging into your waist.
his cockhead drags against your slick walls with every thrust, as he clenches his jaw to keep his own groans concealed. unlike jeon, iyen's never been very loud in bed.
jeon clicks his tongue, annoyed. that should be him, but whatever. he's never really been good at holding a grudge, however, so he focuses his attention back on you, kissing and sucking down your neck, leaving bite marks as he goes.
he draws back, moving his hand to rub circles on your clit, grinning as your moans get louder.
( ์ ์ธ ) one is hard enough to deal with. two? well, fuck. you know better, but that doesn't stop you from letting the yang twins, jeon and iyen, pull you into their orbit. by night, they give you just enough attention and sweet talk to make you forget they won't even look your way when the sun comes up. they've got the whole campus wrapped around their fingers, and you're just the quiet girl keeping their best-kept secrets. it was supposed to be a casual distraction, but lines get blurred fast when you're playing a game where the rules change the second they leave your room.
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๐ทuying yourself a collar as a joke but boyfie!seung gets super into it
๐ญ :: light pet play spit play degradation light choking blowjob dom!seung
"are you serious?"
"what?" you ask, giving him the most innocent face you can.
seungmin's got a look on his face. you know that lookโit's the one he gives you when he's mentally running through the pros and cons of dating you.
"is that a collar? like, actually?" he squints at you, or rather, the little bell in the center. you flick the metal, making it jingle.
giggling, you roll your eyes. you shift on the mattress below you, trying to gauge his reaction. you... actually can't tell what he's thinking. "well, duh. do you like it? isn't it pretty?"
considering the amount of time you spent picking it out, you'll put him on a sex ban if he doesn't agree. it's pink, decorated with lace, and it even matches the lingerie set you're wearing; it's his favorite.
seungmin clears his throat, pulling his eyes away. it seems like he's trying to look anywhere but at you. "no. yes. yeahโit's cute. or whatever."
you pout, glossy lips jutting out. "oh. so you don't like it?"
his head snaps back towards you, and he looks greatly alarmed. "what? i didn't say that. don't make shit up." you scoot closer to the edge of the bed, watching him swallow from his spot in the doorway.
"okay," you hum, dragging the syllables out. your eyes rake over his figure, stopping at the rather obvious bulge in his pants. "y'know what else is upโ"
"shut up," he mutters, narrowing his eyebrows at you. with his arms crossed, seungmin clicks his tongue. "you're always fucking with me, aren't you?" he crosses the short space between you two, and your breath hitches.
standing directly above, he looks down at you, shaking his head. "is everything a joke to you?" he asks, but he's clearly not expecting an answer with the way he grabs your face with his hand, slowly dragging it down to your neck, where his thumb presses down against the base.
a whimper slips past your lips. "seungโ"
"that's enough, pup. you're gonna stay quiet now, yeah?" he's quiet for a moment, like he's thinking. then: "open," seungmin tells you, his gaze fixed on your lips. you do as he says, sticking your tongue out slightly.
he spits sharply in your mouth, and on instict, you swallow, a soft moan slipping past your lips. seungmin chuckles, clearly amused. "so... you can be a good girl. you just choose to be a tease instead, huh?"
that must be rhetorical, too, because he's already moving on. your boyfriend just points towards the floor, shaking his head. "get on your knees."
you slid off the bed, knees hitting the carpeted floor with a soft thud. you know what he wants, and you know that he's not interested in waiting. breath hitching, you unbutton his pants, hooking your fingers under the waistband and releasing him from the constraints.
he's heavy and hard, tip leaking. you lick up a bead of precum, before opening your mouth to take as much of him as you can. you gag on his length, tears pricking your eyes, as you hollow your cheeks out to suck.
"fuckโyou look so pretty like this. choking on my cock like a dumb puppy," seungmin groans, his hands moving to collect your hair in a makeshift ponytail.
his tip bumps the back of your throat, and you whine, squeezing your eyes shut. "this what you wanted?" he asks, thrusting slightly. you hum in a half-response, and the vibration makes his hips stutter.