❄︎ stranger things 𖣂

<-part 1

part (2/2)

The moment Jungkook tumbles onto the living room floor through the window, Jimin and Taehyung glance up from the dining table where they're eating ramen, their expressions completely unsurprised.

They barely pause eating, already anticipating what's about to come.

"So, I'm guessing you stood her up." Jimin says matter-of-factly, barely glancing up as he takes another mouthful of noodles.

Of course, his roommates had seen the news. With their knowledge of the concert date he'd been planning to take you on, it wasn't exactly rocket science to figure out that he hadn't shown up.

"Please tell me you at least called her." Taehyung adds, his voice tinged with faint exasperation as he sets his bowl down.

Jungkook doesn't respond immediately.

Instead, he yanks off his mask, tossing it onto the couch as he leans against the wall, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. "I..." he starts, still panting.

He swallows hard, his gaze flicking between his two friends before finally admitting, "I messed up." His voice cracks just enough to betray the guilt simmering beneath his carefully constructed facade.

Jimin sets his chopsticks down with a sigh, while Taehyung crosses his arms, both of them watching him intently. Neither looks particularly surprised by his confession, but their silence urges him to continue.

"You guys know how excited I was, right?" Jungkook says, taking a few steps closer to the table. "We know. You've been dying to take her out on a date for months now." Jimin replies as he watches Jungkook plop himself down on the chair nearby.

"Yeah, exactly. And when I finally had the chance..." He exhales sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I blew it."

Jimin raises an eyebrow while Taehyung leans back in his chair, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

"I was just about to leave..." Jungkook starts, his voice quieter now. "But then these two firetrucks zoomed past me, and I knew there was a fire nearby. I debated whether I should go check it out or just let the firemen handle it, but then I thought, how long would it take, you know?"

Taehyung nods silently, signaling for him to go on.

"But when I got there, the scene was horrific." Jungkook continues, his hands gesturing as if trying to paint the picture.

"It was a whole building engulfed in flames, and there were so many people trapped inside. I couldn't just walk away. By the time I got everyone out and made sure they were all safe, it was already way past the concert time." His voice falters, and he looks down, the weight of the evening pressing heavily on his shoulders.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, was she sad when you told her you couldn't make it?" he asks softly.

At this Jungkook's breath hitches as his eyes nervously dart around the room. "Well..." he trails off.

Taehyung's jaw drops as realization dawns on him. "No way..." he breathes, leaning forward. "Kook, you didn't call her?!" he questions. Jimin's eyes widen as well, his voice incredulous. "Seriously, Jungkook?!"

Jungkook winces, the guilt now a tangible weight pressing down on him. "Well... it gets worse." he murmurs softly, almost as if afraid to speak the words aloud. Taehyung and Jimin exchange bewildered glances before speaking in unison. "What do you mean?"

Jungkook inhales deeply, bracing himself. His shoulders slump slightly as he begins, "So, basically... once I was done with the fire scene, I thought I should stop by the concert venue. A part of me was sure she would've left, but... another part of me wondered... what if she's still there, waiting, you know?" His voice dips with self-reproach.

Taehyung nods slowly, as if coaxing him to continue, while Jimin furrows his brows, visibly concerned.

"And I was still in my suit..." Jungkook explains, glancing down at his hands as if searching for the right words. "So, I figured if she was still there, I'd change and go see her. But if she wasn't, then I'd head to her place to explain everything."

Jungkook's voice tightens as the memory resurfaces. "But while I was on my way to the concert venue..." He pauses, his jaw clenching. "I saw this group of men in an alleyway. They were harassing a girl."

At this, both Taehyung and Jimin's eyes widen in shock. "Wait, what?!" Taehyung blurts out, leaning even closer while Jimin's expression mirrors his, but before either of them can fire off more questions, Jungkook continues in a strained voice.

"It was Y/N." he confesses.

The silence in the room feels deafening for a split second, until both of them erupt in unison. "WHAT?!?!" Taehyung yells, his voice cracking with disbelief. Jimin nearly topples out of his chair, his hands slamming onto the table. "Are you serious right now?!"

Jungkook grimaces, the memory of what happened at the alleyway still vivid in his mind. His hands clench into fists as if trying to grasp the weight of his emotions.

"The moment I realized it was her..." he begins, his voice tight. "I didn't think twice. I jumped in and took down those disgusting men." His gaze drops to the floor as he exhales shakily. "After that, I made sure she got home safe... well, if we're getting specific, I flew her home."

Both Taehyung and Jimin stare at him, their jaws slack with a mix of awe and disbelief. "So..." Jimin ventures, leaning forward with a raised brow. "She doesn't know it was you?"

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, the regret weighing down his words. "Of course not." he replies.

Jimin's brow furrows deeper, his incredulity surfacing. "So let me get this straight... she thinks Jungkook—the guy she's been waiting for—stood her up, and Spiderman—the mysterious masked vigilante—saved her from a group of creepy men?"

"Exactly." Jungkook sighs. "And though I was the one who saved her..." he adds, his voice quieter now, tinged with guilt. "I just can't stop feeling like it's my fault that she had to go through something like that."

Taehyung's expression softens, the weight of Jungkook's words sinking in. "Why do you think that?" he asks gently.

Jungkook's jaw clenches as he continues. "She waited all evening for me. She only left when the concert was over. And because of that... she ended up alone in that alley." He pauses, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

"When I saw her face, hyung... she looked so fucking terrified. Her eyes, the way she was trembling..."

His voice cracks slightly, and he rubs the back of his neck as if trying to ground himself. "I can't stop thinking... if I'd just called her, if I'd explained that I couldn't make it because of some emergency... maybe she wouldn't have been there at all. Maybe none of this would've happened."

The room falls into an uneasy silence, the weight of Jungkook's guilt hanging thick in the air. Taehyung and Jimin exchange a look, both trying to gauge their next words carefully.

"Maybe..." Jimin starts hesitantly, his voice softer now. "You should explain everything to her tomorrow. And, I don't know..." He pauses, his eyes flicking between Jungkook and Taehyung before continuing cautiously. "Probably... tell her you're Spiderman."

Taehyung lets out a dry scoff, shaking his head. "Oh, sure. Like being a superhero is the most casual, everyday thing to confess. Especially when half the city is obsessed with uncovering Spiderman's identity. That's not just risky, it's reckless." His tone carries a mix of exasperation and concern as he crosses his arms.

"Taehyung's right." Jungkook interjects with a sigh. "It's not the right time for that." He pauses, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing his temples as though the action might soothe his racing thoughts.

"Telling her about Spiderman now... it would feel like I'm using it as a crutch, an excuse to justify standing her up. And yeah, in this case, it is the truth, but..."

"But it wouldn't feel fair." Taehyung finishes for him, his tone softer this time. Jungkook nods slowly, his eyes distant, lost in thought.

"If I tell her the whole truth now, it'll just muddy things even more. I need her to trust me first, to believe in me again, before I can drop something as massive as that on her." he says.

Jimin leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his expression contemplative. "Then what's the plan? You can't just leave things as they are. She deserves an explanation, Kook, even if it's not the whole truth yet."

"I know..." Jungkook admits as he looks up at his friends, his gaze earnest but filled with uncertainty. "I just... I don't even know where to begin."

"You begin by owning up to your mistake." Taehyung says firmly, his gaze locking with Jungkook's. "Don't overthink it. Start simple. Apologize for standing her up, and make it clear that it wasn't because you didn't care. Tell her you had an emergency and couldn't contact her because of how chaotic everything was."

Jimin nods in agreement, his expression softening. "And maybe... just maybe, let her see how much she truly means to you." he says gently. "You obviously don't have to explain everything right now, but you can still show her that she's important. That she matters more than anything else in your world."

He leans back slightly, his tone turning a bit more serious. "Girls take getting stood up really seriously... and it's valid. I mean, what could feel more humiliating than that, right? And in your case, you've been pining over her for ages, practically begging for a chance to take her out. When she finally gave in, she ended up being stood up. Of course she's going to be upset... maybe even really hurt."

Jimin pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing. "So, like I said, you need to make things right. Show her, don't just tell her, what she means to you."

Jungkook takes a deep breath, his jaw tightening as he processes Jimin's words.

"You're right..." he says after a moment, his voice steadier now. "I owe her that much. No excuses, no distractions... just the truth, as much as I can give her for now."

Jungkook moves quickly through the hallways, his steps echoing in the quiet space as his eyes dart into every classroom he passes. He's already called you twice, but of course, you haven't answered. Why would you? You have every right to ignore him, and he knows it.

Still, the pit in his stomach grows with every passing second, the urgency to find you pressing heavier on his chest.

He racks his brain, trying to remember where you might be. He remembers that you have a test today, so chances are you're somewhere on campus, probably revising your notes.

He checks the library, the cafeteria... even the quietest corners of the campus, but you're nowhere to be found. Frustration starts to boil under his skin, a gnawing sense of helplessness creeping in as his search turns up empty.

Finally, he spots you in one of the computer labs. You're seated in front of a monitor, your eyes intently focused on the screen, the soft glow reflecting off your features.

Jungkook pauses at the doorway, hesitant. Is this the right time to approach you? Would you even want to hear what he has to say? His stomach churns with unease, but he knows he can't turn back now. He has to talk to you, has to try to fix what he's broken.

As he takes a step closer, his gaze flickers to the outfit you're wearing... a cute little skirt that usually drives him crazy but today, something else catches his attention, something that makes his breath hitch... the bandaid on your knee.

He swallows hard, his jaw tightening as the memory of yesterday's horrific incident floods back into his mind. The scrape on your knee, a cruel reminder of what you endured... of what he was partly responsible for.

Guilt coils around his chest like a vice, the weight of it almost unbearable. His fists clench at his sides as he silently blames himself all over again.

But he shakes his head, forcing himself to focus. There's no point in wallowing in guilt now... it won't change anything. What matters is making things right.

He straightens his posture and takes another step forward. All he has to do is apologize, to look you in the eye and promise that he'll never let you down again.

"Hey, Ace." Jungkook calls softly, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness. Your head snaps up instinctively, eyes wide for a fleeting moment before the recognition dawns, and your expression hardens.

The usual warmth in your gaze is replaced with icy detachment as you turn back to the monitor without so much as a word.

You'd been expecting this. You knew he'd call, that he'd come looking for you eventually. Of course, he'd have some excuse ready—some rehearsed set of reasons like I got caught up... something came up... I didn't mean to.

But honestly? After everything that happened yesterday... being stood up by him and then the sheer terror of being cornered by those creepy disgusting men, you've already decided that you're not interested in hearing Jungkook's excuses.

"Ace..." he tries again, his voice softer now, almost pleading. He pulls the chair right beside you and lowers himself into it, leaning closer, his presence undeniable even as you stubbornly ignore him.

Your focus remains fixed on the screen, your fingers nonchalantly scrolling through the document.

"Ace, come on..." he says, his tone carrying a quiet urgency. "Would you please look at me?" His hand reaches out, resting gently on the armrest of your chair, his proximity pressing into your peripheral awareness.

Still, you don't look at him. Your eyes remain fixed on the monitor, your expression unreadable, the tension in the lab thick enough to suffocate.

Jungkook's shoulders slump slightly, the silence stretching on, but he doesn't retreat. Instead, he sits there, waiting, hoping for even the faintest crack in your walls.

"I know you're mad, and you have every right to be..." Jungkook says, his voice trembling slightly, thick with remorse. He leans forward and lightly tugs your chair closer, desperation flickering in his dark eyes.

You click your tongue in irritation, your gaze snapping to him with a sharp glare. Without missing a beat, you scoot your chair back, reclaiming the distance he closed.

Jungkook usually finds your annoyed pout and furrowed brows endearing, a quirky little trait he adores. But today, those expressions weigh heavily on his heart, a visual reminder of how much he's hurt you.

"Ace, please." he nearly whispers, his voice cracking at the edges. "Just hear me out—"

"I don't want to, Jungkook." you cut him off, spinning away from the screen and finally looking at him head-on. Your expression is hardened, your eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and anger. "Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to finally say yes to you?"

Jungkook freezes, the weight of your words rendering him momentarily speechless.

"I know you probably think I was playing hard to get, that I liked having you chase me around..." you continue, your voice steady despite the tremor of emotion beneath it. "But that wasn't the case because I was scared. Do you understand that? Scared."

Your admission lands like a blow, and Jungkook swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing as he processes your words.

He wants to interrupt, to tell you he never once thought you were playing games, that he knew you needed time to trust him. But the rawness in your voice keeps him silent, guilt rooting him in place.

"I've never had someone show me the kind of attention you did. Never had someone chase after me like that. And it wasn't flattering... it was unsettling. It made me question everything... your intentions, my own feelings. I kept wondering if it was real, if you were real, or if I'd let myself believe in something that would shatter the moment I let my guard down."

Your words are laced with bitterness now, and Jungkook watches helplessly as your gaze flickers to the side, avoiding his. He can see the cracks in your armor, the pain you're trying so hard to mask.

"And then..." you continue, your voice faltering slightly. "When I finally thought you were different, that maybe you were actually being sincere... I decided to trust you. I thought... 'Maybe I can give him a chance.' But you know what, Jungkook?" You pause, looking directly at him, your eyes cold and accusing.

"I was right all along. Guys like you... you don't care. You think you can just say all these flirty, meaningless things, make someone feel special, ask them out like it's no big deal... and then just... not show up."

Jungkook flinches as if you've physically struck him, each word cutting deeper than the last. He tries to open his mouth, to explain, to apologize, but you don't give him the chance.

"Do you even know how long I waited yesterday? How humiliating it was to just... to just sit there, thinking you'd show up? And how I almost got harras—" You stop abruptly, your voice catching.

The memory of what happened after, the fear, the helplessness... you can't bring yourself to relive it, let alone share it with him. You shake your head, anger bubbling back to the surface. "You know what? Forget it. I don't have time for this."

You stand abruptly, shoving your chair back with enough force to make it screech against the floor. You start gathering your things haphazardly, your movements sharp and hurried.

"Ace, wait—" Jungkook stands as well, panic flashing across his face. He reaches out as if to stop you, but you're already pulling away.

"No, Jungkook." you say firmly, clutching your books to your chest. You look up at him, your eyes glistening but resolute. "I'm done. Just... leave me alone and don't ever talk to me again."

And with that, you turn and walk away, leaving Jungkook standing there, the weight of your words and his regret pressing down on him like a storm he doesn't know how to weather.

The moment you step out of the exam hall, your chest feels tight, and your eyes sting with the threat of tears. It's as if the universe has decided to conspire against you.

Yesterday was a total disaster, every moment of it chipping away at your composure. And now, not only had you almost broken down right in front of Jungkook earlier, but the test you thought you could do well on, just went horribly wrong.

Your steps are unsteady as you walk out, your knees weak and your shoulders sagging under the weight of everything. The frustration bubbling in your chest mixes with regret, twisting into a knot of self-reproach.

Maybe instead of waiting at the concert venue yesterday, clinging to some foolish hope, you should've just gone straight home to study. At least that way, you wouldn't have crossed paths with those creeps in the alley, wouldn't have found yourself in the middle of a nightmare that refuses to let go.

You swallow hard, willing yourself not to break down right there in the open, but the lump in your throat grows heavier. Everything feels wrong... too loud, too bright, too much.

"Oh, hey, Y/n !!" a familiar voice slices through the haze of your thoughts. You blink, lifting your head to find Kim Seokjin, your ever-reliable senior, striding towards you with his signature boyish grin.

Seokjin has always been the dependable type, the one who'd send you mock questions late at night or lend you his pristinely annotated notes without hesitation. His easygoing charm was usually a comfort, a beacon of positivity on even the most stressful days.

"How was the test, Y/n-ah? Did the questions I gave you help?" he asks, his brows wiggling playfully, an attempt to tease you as he always does. His tone is light, full of genuine curiosity, but today, it feels like static in your ears.

The world around you blurs as his question echoes in your mind, clashing with the disappointment and frustration roiling in your chest.

You can't even muster a smile. Your throat tightens, and your lips quiver as your gaze drops to the ground, unwilling to meet his.

Seokjin's grin falters. His sharp eyes, so quick to notice the smallest detail, catch the shimmer of tears threatening to spill. Concern washes over his face as he steps closer, his demeanor instantly softening. "Y/n?" he calls again, voice quieter now, tinged with worry. "What's wrong?"

You open your mouth to respond, to brush him off with some excuse, but the words refuse to come. The dam breaks before you can stop it and a single tear escapes, sliding down your cheek, carrying with it the weight of everything you've been holding in.

"Hey..." Seokjin steps closer, his hands gently settling on your shoulders as he leans down, his face level with yours. His gaze is soft, concerned, and without a trace of judgment. It's all it takes for the dam to shatter completely.

Before you know it, your shoulders shake, sniffling giving way to quiet, uncontrollable sobs. Tears spill freely, blurring your vision, but you don't even try to stop them.

Seokjin reacts instantly, his protective instincts kicking in as he wraps an arm around your trembling shoulders. With a quick glance at the throng of students milling about, he guides you away from the bustling corridor.

His movements are careful but firm, shielding you as he steers you towards a quieter spot.

He leads you outside, where the fresh air feels both grounding and overwhelming against the storm inside you. Still holding you close, he walks you to the cafeteria.

Luckily, it's mostly empty at this hour, the silence offering a small measure of comfort. Gently, he sits you down at a secluded table and takes the seat right beside you, his arm still a reassuring presence around your shoulders.

"Jin, I'm sorry... I just—" you manage to choke out between hiccups, your voice trembling with guilt and embarrassment. The last thing you wanted was to burden him like this, to disrupt his day with your sudden outburst.

"Hey, don't apologize." Seokjin says, his voice steady but kind. He tilts his head to catch your gaze, his own warm and earnest. "You don't have to say sorry, okay?"

His words are simple, but they're enough to make you feel seen. Even through the tears streaming down your cheeks, a small, shaky smile begins to tug at the corners of your lips.

Seokjin notices, and his own grin breaks through, soft and encouraging. "I've just been having a really... bad day." you murmur, as if speaking the words aloud might shatter you further.

He nods, his expression softening even more. "I understand." he says simply, his tone gentle but firm, as though he truly does. There's no pressure in his words, no expectation for you to elaborate.

"She won't even look at me." Jungkook murmurs, his voice tinged with frustration and something far more vulnerable. One strap of his bag hangs loosely off his shoulder, swaying slightly as he walks. His gaze is fixed downward, the usual energy in his steps replaced by a weight that drags him down.

Taehyung strolls beside him, his attention divided between Jungkook and his phone. "Maybe she just needs some space." he says, his tone nonchalant but edged with understanding.

Jungkook huffs, his hand raking through his dark hair in agitation. "I think she hates me." he mutters, the words falling heavily between them.

Saying it aloud makes the possibility feel real, and the thought makes his chest ache. His steps falter, his pace slowing as if his own doubts are physically pulling him back.

Taehyung glances up from his phone, a small frown forming as he looks at his friend. "Come on, Kook. That's not true. She's mad, yeah, but she's not the kind of person to hate someone... especially not you. She just needs time to cool off—wait, hold on." Taehyung suddenly halts mid-sentence, his body stiffening as his gaze locks on something ahead. "Is that Y/n ??"

Jungkook's head snaps up at Taehyung's words, his eyes following the direction of his friend's stare. His heart skips a beat when he spots you through one of the large cafeteria windows.

You're sitting at a corner table, and you're not alone. Right beside you is Kim Seokjin, a senior Jungkook knows you've always been close with. His brows knit together as he takes in the scene.

You're wiping at your face, and the movement makes his stomach drop. Even from a distance, it's obvious that you've been crying. Seokjin leans closer, his hands gesturing animatedly as he talks, his expression bright and full of intent. He's clearly trying to comfort you, trying to draw out a smile or a laugh.

Jungkook feels a surge of emotions, each one sharper than the last. The first is jealousy, immediate and searing.

But it's quickly overwhelmed by something far heavier... concern. The sight of your tear-streaked face slices through him like a blade. His heart clenches painfully as questions flood his mind.

Why are you crying? Is it because of him? Or did something else happen?

The memory of yesterday crashes over him, the regret he's been carrying since last night twisting into something unbearable. The thought that you might be hurting because of his mistake feels suffocating.

Jungkook's jaw tightens as he watches Seokjin lean even closer, his smile warm and reassuring. He's trying to make you feel better, and maybe he's succeeding.

Jungkook's fists clench at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he struggles to hold back the urge to storm in there. Every fiber of his being wants to cross the distance, to kneel before you and tell you how sorry he is, to explain everything, to make it right.

"Thanks, Jin." you murmur, a soft smile gracing your lips.

After spending nearly forty minutes unloading all your frustrations about how terribly your test went, a weight feels like it's been lifted.

While you didn't delve into the messier parts... the thing with Jungkook, or how disastrously everything spiraled yesterday, you still feel an undeniable sense of relief. Seokjin's steady presence and his knack for lightening the mood had provided a much-needed balm to your frayed nerves.

"No biggie." he replies, his grin warm as he affectionately ruffles your hair. It's a gesture that draws a small, genuine laugh from you despite everything. "You'll be fine, kid. We'll hit the books together for the next test, alright?"

You nod, his reassurance leaving a comforting echo in your chest. The two of you step out of the cafeteria, the evening sun outside a soft contrast to the heaviness you'd felt earlier.

"I'll head home now, okay?" you say, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. "Sure." Seokjin nods, his hands slipping into his pockets. "I've got plans with my friends anyway. Take care of yourself, yeah?"

With a final wave, the two of you part ways. You walk towards the familiar gates of the campus, the hum of distant chatter and the rustle of trees in the breeze filling the air.

The moment you step outside, your eyes fall on Jungkook almost immediately. He's leaning against the bricked compound wall, the sun casting a faint golden glow over his figure.

His head is tilted down, his thumb scrolling through his phone as his teeth worry his lower lip, a nervous habit you've come to notice over time.

For a moment, you falter, your steps hesitating as a wave of emotions threatens to crash over you. But just as quickly, you steel yourself, tearing your gaze away and forcing your legs to move forward.

As though sensing your presence, Jungkook's head lifts, his sharp eyes locking onto you as he instantly lowers his phone lowers. "Ace!" he calls out.

You grit your teeth at the sound of the nickname, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag. You don't look at him, don't give him even the satisfaction of acknowledgment, and continue walking as if you hadn't heard a thing.

But Jungkook isn't one to give up easily. You can hear his footsteps quickening behind you, the sound growing louder as he closes the distance. Before you know it, he's beside you, slightly winded from the effort.

"Ace." he says again, softer this time, the name rolling off his tongue like a plea. "Don't call me that." you snap, your voice low but sharp. You don't stop walking, though your heart is pounding in your chest.

He doesn't falter, easily matching your pace, his longer strides making it seem like the effort to catch up was nothing to him. "Hey..." he tries again, his voice softer this time, almost tentative.

This time, you glance at him, your glare sharp and unforgiving. "Did I not tell you to leave me alone?" you snap, your tone biting, each word a dagger meant to push him further away.

"I know." he admits, his voice quiet but steady. "But can you please just hear me out, Ace?" The nickname slips out before he realizes it, and when he does, he quickly backtracks. "I mean, Y/n." he corrects, a flicker of uncertainty flashing across his face. "I just want to make things right."

You scoff, keeping your eyes fixed ahead, refusing to give him even a fraction of the attention he's so desperately vying for. "Well, I'm not interested." you reply curtly.

Jungkook's jaw tightens, his steps faltering for the first time as he processes your response. But he doesn't stop. Instead, he keeps walking beside you, a quiet determination etched into his features, like he's unwilling to let this be the end of the conversation.

"I saw you in the cafeteria earlier..." Jungkook begins again, his voice quieter this time, almost hesitant. You don't reply, your gaze fixed firmly ahead.

The evening breeze, though warm, carries a hint of lingering daylight fading into the deep hues of dusk. It brushes past you softly, stirring strands of your hair, yet the gentle ambiance does little to ease the storm brewing within.

"With... that senior..." he continues after a beat, his tone cautious. "His name's Seokjin, right? And... I noticed you were crying." His voice falters slightly, as though he's treading carefully, trying to choose his words in a way that won't set you off.

Your pace doesn't waver, but your scoff cuts through the silence like a whip. "Why do you even care?" you snap, not sparing him a glance. The bitterness in your voice is unmistakable, each word drenched in the frustration you've been holding back.

"If I'm in the cafeteria, if I'm with Seokjin, or if I'm crying—none of that is your business anyway." you say coldly. Jungkook flinches, just slightly, the weight of your words pressing against him. Yet, he doesn't retreat.

A low sigh slips past his lips, but he doesn't slow his pace, stubbornly keeping stride beside you. There's a quiet determination in his steps, a hope flickering within him that maybe... just maybe, you'll give in and grant him the chance he's desperate for.

He pouts slightly, his gaze drifting to your face, noting the resolute expression you wear, the way you refuse to even glance his way.

His shoulders droop as his eyes fall to his feet, sulking like a child who's been denied his favorite treat. The sight would've been almost endearing, had the tension between you not been so palpable.

You catch his dejected demeanor from the corner of your eye, and though a small part of you feels the faintest tug at your heartstrings, you steel yourself.

"Stop following me." you bite out, your tone as sharp as glass, slicing through the tension hanging heavy in the air. But of course, he doesn't listen. His footsteps fall in line with yours, the quiet persistence of his presence an unspoken challenge. It makes your blood simmer.

Finally, you come to an abrupt halt, spinning around so quickly that Jungkook almost walks into you. Your eyes blaze with unfiltered anger, your frustration spilling over like a dam finally breaking.

"You know what? You can't do this." you snap, your voice trembling, not with weakness but with the weight of emotions clawing at your chest.

Jungkook freezes but his mouth opens, a soft breath escaping as if he wants to respond, but you barrel on, refusing to let him derail your thoughts.

"I have every right to be mad at you, Jungkook." you begin, your voice gaining strength with each word. "You can't just force me to listen to you, or follow me around like this, expecting me to magically forgive you."

The wind picks up around you, teasing the loose strands of your hair as you fix him with a glare sharp enough to cut steel.

"I don't know what happened to you yesterday.... why you didn't show up... but you could've called me, Jungkook !! Or maybe a text would've been enough too because just... how long would that have taken?" Your voice cracks slightly, and you hate how vulnerable it sounds, but you push through.

"Is that really too much to ask for? Especially from someone who insisted on taking me out in the first place?"

Jungkook looks as if you've physically struck him, his shiny eyes clouded with regret, his lips parting to speak. But you don't let him.

"So don't just stand there acting like you can fix this by following me around. Leave me alone. At least give me the space I'm asking for, because I am mad at you. I need time to cool off. To think about whether I even want to give you a chance to explain yourself." You pause for a moment, your chest rising and falling with the force of your emotions.

"That's all I have to say." you finish, your tone final, like the slam of a closing door. "So stop following me and go home."

You turn around sharply, your steps determined as you step off the pavement to cross the road and get to the other side. You don't wait for his response, don't care to see the impact of your words etched on his face.

All you want is distance.

Your thoughts are so clouded with anger that you don't notice the sound at first... the low hum of an engine approaching, growing louder by the second.

It isn't until you're halfway across the road that it registers... the sharp roar of a car speeding in your direction, the headlights glaring like molten fire.

Your breath catches, your body freezing in place as the realization crashes over you. There's no time to move, no time to think. The car is coming too fast.

Just as you brace for impact, a sudden force yanks you backward, spinning you around with a strength that feels almost supernatural. The world shifts in a blur, and the next thing you know, you're against something solid... someone solid.

The wind roars in your ears as you're pulled out of the way, the rush of the car passing dangerously close, the draft whipping against your bare legs.

You blink, your chest heaving as you try to make sense of what just happened. Your heart pounds violently in your ribcage, your head spinning.

Jungkook's arms are around you, his grip firm but trembling slightly. His eyes bore into yours, wide and dark, filled with a mix of panic and something deeper, something you can't quite place. His breathing is labored, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.

For a moment, the world seems to narrow, the noise of the street fading into an eerie silence.

"How... did you—" you begin, but the words die on your lips because the way he moved just now wasn't just fast. It wasn't just instinct. It was something else entirely... something that defied explanation.

You couldn't comprehend how he managed to react so quickly, whether his reflexes were simply that sharp or if there was something more to his speed. It was almost unreal, the way he had reached you in mere seconds, as if defying the very limits of human ability.

The car had been barreling towards you with alarming speed, and any ordinary person would have hesitated, stumbled, or arrived a heartbeat too late.

But not him. It was as if he'd moved with purpose, instinct overriding all else, bridging the impossible distance between you in the blink of an eye.

"Are you okay?" His voice trembles with genuine concern as his eyes search yours, his hands now gently holding your shoulders, steadying you as if afraid you might collapse at any moment.

He takes a small step back, his gaze sweeping over you, silently checking for any sign of injury. "Ace, are you okay?" he repeats, this time louder, almost as though his words might anchor you to the present.

You blink, still dazed, your mind struggling to catch up with the chaos of the moment. You try to find your bearings, still feeling the adrenaline pumping in your veins, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

"I..." you begin, the words stumbling over each other as your breath catches in your throat. "I'm fine." you finally manage, though your voice is shaky, betraying the storm still raging inside you.

"God, you almost got knocked over by that car." he mutters, his tone laced with disbelief as he stares at you with a mixture of relief and lingering panic.

His hand reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes never leaving yours, as though trying to ensure you were truly alright.

And suddenly, that strange feeling washes over you again... the déjà vu. It clings to you, an elusive wisp of familiarity that you can't quite pin down. Something about this moment feels like a distant memory straining to resurface, but it's just so out of reach.

"I know you don't want to see me right now..." Jungkook begins, his voice softer than you've ever heard it, laced with hesitation and something akin to vulnerability. He gulps, his eyes scanning yours for even the faintest sign of permission to keep talking.

"But..." He pauses, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Can I please at least walk you home?" he asks, the words spilling out in a way that feels both desperate and determined.

"I can't just leave now, not after..." His voice falters slightly, the weight of the moment pressing on him. "Not after you almost died right in front of me."

You can see how much he means it, how much he's grappling with the thought of what could have happened. And though every rational part of you wants to turn him away, there's another part... smaller, quieter, but persistent... that doesn't want to be alone right now.

So all you do is just give him a small nod, and Jungkook exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Relief flickers across his face, and though it's faint, the corners of his lips lift into the gentlest smile.

Without a word, he reaches for your hand... his grip firm yet careful, like he's afraid you might slip away and guides you across the road. His eyes dart back and forth, scanning for any lingering danger, as though the world itself might conspire to hurt you again.

The silence that follows isn't heavy... it's steady, a quiet agreement between the two of you. The rhythmic sound of your footsteps against the pavement fills the space, accompanied by the distant hum of the city.

He doesn't try to apologize, doesn't flood you with explanations or desperate pleas for forgiveness. Instead, he just walks beside you, his hand warm and grounding in yours.

When your apartment building finally comes into view, a subtle sense of relief washes over you, a small weight lifting from your chest. But beneath that relief, there's something else... a faint pang of bittersweet emotion, an undeniable comfort in his presence that you're not ready to fully acknowledge.

As you stop near the entrance, Jungkook gently releases your hand. The absence of his touch feels oddly noticeable, like you've been untethered.

He offers you a soft smile, one that's equal parts tender and hesitant, as though he's afraid of pushing too far. "Goodnight, Ace." he says quietly.

He takes a few steps back, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer, as if to make sure you're truly safe. Before you can muster a response, he turns around and starts walking away, his figure retreating into the dim glow of the streetlights.

You walk into the lecture hall, your thoughts a tangled mess. You'd spent the entire night tossing and turning, replaying yesterday's events in your mind.

Were you too harsh on Jungkook? Should you have given him a chance to explain himself, to redeem whatever it was he'd done wrong? The questions gnawed at you, leaving you feeling restless and unsure.

As you climb the steps of the lecture hall to your usual seat, your eyes fall on Jungkook. He's already here... early, for once and it's unusual enough to catch your attention.

His head is bent, focused on writing something in his notebook, and for a moment, you're struck by how absorbed he looks. You quickly remind yourself not to stare and continue making your way to your desk.

But as you get closer, you notice something unusual... a bouquet of soft pink tulips resting delicately on your desk. You freeze for a split second, eyebrows furrowing in surprise.

Who could've left them there?

Slowly, you take your seat, eyes scanning the delicate petals before landing on a small note tucked neatly into the paper wrapping.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you carefully pluck the note free, holding it up to read. The handwriting is familiar, slightly messy but endearingly so.

"I know you said to leave you alone and give you space, and I promise I'm trying... but you didn't say anything about not giving you flowers. Today, it's tulips. Tomorrow, I'm thinking lilies... or maybe daisies? I haven't decided yet but I hope these make you smile, even just a little <3"

Your heart stutters, warmth creeping into your cheeks as you read and reread the words. It's simple, thoughtful, and so undeniably him. You glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, Jungkook is still seated behind you, his gaze fixed on his notebook.

But you don't miss the slight upward twitch of his lips, as if he knows you've seen the flowers, knows you've read his note.

You turn back to the bouquet, running your fingers lightly over the petals. A small, involuntary smile tugs at your lips, and for the first time since yesterday, the weight on your chest feels just a little lighter.

A week goes by, and you find yourself standing in front of your coffee table, staring at the growing collection of bouquets that now dominate the space. Tulips, roses, lilies, daisies... each arrangement more beautiful than the last.

Jungkook had been persistent with his floral deliveries, never missing a day. True to his word, he kept his distance, gave you space. No texts, no begging for forgiveness, no sudden appearances, no overwhelming gestures... just the quiet, steady arrival of flowers that spoke louder than words ever could.

And as much as you tried to brush it off, to remind yourself that you were still upset, you'd be lying if you said the sight of those vibrant bouquets didn't make you feel like the most special girl in the world.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you glance at the bouquets one last time before grabbing your bag.

Since it's Saturday, you need to head to the art studio and get back to working on the painting for the upcoming exhibition. The piece is almost finished but it still needs a few finishing touches.

You don't expect Jungkook to remember your plans for the exhibition, not after everything that's transpired between the two of you.

Since you haven't been texting or communicating much, you've resigned yourself to the idea that you'll have to tackle it alone, just as you always have. Besides, he's always been late whenever you've asked him to accompany you, so it's hardly a surprise.

But when you push open the door to the art studio today, the sight before you catches you completely off guard.

Jungkook is already there.

His back is to you, his broad shoulders relaxed as he stands before the canvas. A paintbrush is poised in his hand, moving with careful precision as he touches up the details on the painting and his head tilts slightly as he steps back to examine his work.

You pause in the doorway, unable to tear your gaze away. The air is tinged with the faint smell of paint and turpentine.

For a second, you debate whether to step in or quietly retreat, but the sight of him working so earnestly on something that matters to you pulls at your chest. You clear your throat softly, breaking the silence.

Jungkook freezes mid-brushstroke, his movements halting with an almost endearing hesitance. He turns his head, glancing over his shoulder to meet your gaze.

For a moment, his eyes widen, caught somewhere between surprise and relief, before a small, sheepish smile curves his lips.

"Hey." he greets, his voice warm, tinged with a softness you can't ignore. There's something almost... hopeful in the way he looks at you, as if your presence alone has made his day.

"Figured you might need a hand with this." he adds, the corners of his lips lifting into a grin that's equal parts playful and genuine.

You finally step into the studio, your gaze lingering on him longer than you'd like to admit. "You're talking like I didn't basically finish that entire painting all by myself." you quip, the teasing lilt in your voice breaking the tension as you walk towards the table behind him.

Setting your bag down, you keep your movements casual, though your heart beats just a little faster than usual. He lets out an airy chuckle, his shoulders relaxing as he turns back to the canvas.

"Fair point." he admits, the brush in his hand resuming its careful strokes.

Leaning back against the table, you cross your arms and let your gaze settle on him. There's something almost mesmerizing about the way he works.

He's ethereal like this, you think, a picture of calm and serenity that feels almost out of place in the chaos of your thoughts. The sunlight streaming through the windows catches on the faint traces of paint smudged on his fingers, and you can't help but marvel at how effortless he makes it all look.

Suddenly, the buzz of a phone rings through the studio and Jungkook instantly stops painting as his hand reaches for his phone in his back pocket.

You watch him, a quiet curiosity pulling at your focus as he glances at the screen and answers. "What's up?" he asks, his voice casual. You can hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line, and when he responds, you realize who it is.

"No, Jimin, you can't wear that because I'm wearing it tonight." Jungkook says with a hint of amusement, rolling his eyes as he continues. "Besides, that jacket's not gonna fit you anyway." he adds with a dry chuckle, clearly used to the back-and-forth dynamic with his roommate.

As the conversation unfolds, you piece together more details about Jimin, who you've heard plenty about over the course of your friendship with Jungkook.

You've listened to him vent about how Jimin, his roommate constantly borrows his clothes without asking, empties his ramen stock with reckless abandon, and perhaps most infuriating of all, sets the alarm for mornings he never wakes up for.

That means it's left to Jungkook and Taehyung to rise with the blaring sound of the alarm, cursed with the sole responsibility of dragging Jimin out of bed, an endless cycle that never seems to end.

You smile to yourself, quietly amused by the mental image of their dynamic and find yourself lost in the memory of those moments when Jungkook would casually spill details about his life... little snippets about his roommates, his frustrations, his moments of laughter.

He never hesitated to confide in you, his words flowing freely as if sharing his world with you was second nature.

It's strange, the way the simplest things can hold so much weight and it's funny how something as simple as hearing his laughter on the phone makes you realize how much you've missed it, how much you've missed him.

When the phone call finally concludes, Jungkook turns his gaze towards you, a soft, almost tender smile gracing his lips. "That was Jimin." he says with a quiet calm "He wants to wear my jacket for the party tonight."

Right. The party.

It had been the talk of the week. Since it was the weekend, a guy from your class, Jackson (A/N: YOU KNOWWWW I HAD TO IT'S BASICALLY A FANFICTION RULE. LIKE, WE NEED TO HAVE A JACKSON WANG PARTYYY I'M SORRY, BUT IT'S A MUST!) had invited a crowd of people to his infamous house party.

Jackson, was known for throwing some of the wildest parties on campus, and the buzz around it had been palpable. Word spread fast, as it always did with him, and soon enough, everyone seemed to have made their plans to attend.

For a moment, the thought of it makes you pause. You hadn't exactly given it much thought when the invitation came, brushing it off as one of those things everyone would show up to, whether they felt like it or not.

Jackson's parties were almost a rite of passage, an event no one truly missed, even if they wanted to. And yet, there was always something about them that made you hesitant.

The flashes of bright lights, the sea of unfamiliar faces, the chaotic energy that permeated every corner of the room... it was all a bit too much at times.

"You're coming, right? To the party?" Jungkook asks, his voice softer than you expected, tinged with something that almost feels like hope.

You swallow hard, your gaze dropping to the floor. "I... I don't know." you murmur, trying to dodge the weight of his question. Jungkook knows better than anyone that parties aren't your scene.

The loud music, the crowded rooms... it's never been your thing. And yet, there's something in his eyes, an unspoken plea that makes it harder to outright refuse.

He shifts slightly, almost nervously, before he speaks again. "Please come." he says, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability catches you off guard, and you look up, meeting his gaze.

"I'll pick you up." he continues, his tone steadying as he inches closer, the distance between you shrinking until you can almost feel the warmth radiating from him. "And I promise..." He hesitates for a heartbeat, as if searching for the right words.

Finally, his voice drops, softer but resolute. "I promise I'll show up this time."

The sincerity in his eyes, mixed with that quiet determination hits you in the chest. It's a promise laced with a deeper meaning, one that goes beyond just a party. It's a promise to be there, to not let you down again.

And though every instinct in you screams to tread carefully, you find yourself nodding. "Okay." you say, your voice soft but decisive. Jungkook's eyes widen in disbelief as he looks at you. "Wait—really? You're serious?" he asks, his tone a mixture of surprise and a hint of hope, as if he can't quite believe you've agreed so easily.

You chuckle at his reaction, the warmth in your chest growing, and nod again. "Yes. But I swear, if you're late, even by a minute... let's just say that'll be the last time I'm talking to you." you warn, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look stern, though the corners of your mouth betray you.

Jungkook's face lights up with a mix of relief and amusement. "Ace, promise you, I'll literally replace all my fingers with Q-tips and my toes with paper clips before I show up late again." he says dramatically, and the absurd image makes you laugh despite yourself.

He watches you with a grin, clearly satisfied with the way he's managed to make you laugh, but before you can even process it, he inches closer.

"I'm not gonna let you down, Ace."

The moment Jungkook presses the brakes, his gaze flicks to the clock on the dashboard—6:47 PM. He promised to pick you up at 7:00, and true to his word, he made sure to arrive early, thanks to the car he was able to borrow from his landlord.

He thinks of this evening as his second chance, an opportunity to finally set things right, to prove to you just how deeply sorry he is and how much he truly wants you.

His heart beats a little faster just thinking about it. The simple fact that you agreed to let him pick you up, to go to the party together, fills him with a quiet sense of relief and anticipation.

He sits in his car, eyes drifting to your apartment building just across the street, a faint sigh escaping his lips and for reasons he can't quite explain, there's a nervous energy crawling up his spine.

He leans back in his seat, closing his eyes for a brief moment, trying to steady his breath, as if that will help calm his racing thoughts. No slip-ups tonight. No fuck-ups. No mistakes. Everything needs to be perfect because he just doesn't want to disappoint you again.

The minutes seem to stretch endlessly, each one heavier than the last. Jungkook steals another glance at the clock, now 7:03. His pulse quickens as he looks towards the entrance of your apartment building, his gaze scanning for any sign of you.

And then, like something out of a dream, he spots you.

You emerge from the building, and time seems to slow. His breath catches in his throat as his eyes drink in the sight of you dressed in a delicate baby pink dress that clings to your figure in the most perfect way.

It's as though the fabric was made just for you, caressing your curves, flattering every line, and giving you an ethereal glow that makes his heart beat faster. Your presence is magnetic, and for a moment, he's completely mesmerized, utterly entranced by the beauty before him.

You don't notice him yet, too preoccupied with fixing your hair, fingers delicately tugging at strands in the most graceful way. Then, your eyes flick nervously to your phone, probably checking your makeup, and Jungkook can't help but smile softly.

You look so incredibly perfect, so radiant, and the sight of you has him nearly breathless.

The moment your gaze meets his, everything stops. His heart, for the briefest moment, completely halts... frozen in awe. His smile falters, not out of disappointment, but because he's utterly captivated, lost in the sight of you.

You smile at him, your face lighting up, and wave as you jog towards the car. The sight of you moving with such effortless grace makes his chest tighten. You approach the passenger seat and open the door, sliding in with such poise.

"Wow, I didn't actually expect you to be on time." you giggle, carefully settling into the seat. "I honestly thought you would show up at least 10 minutes la—"

"God, Ace." Jungkook interrupts you, his voice almost a reverent whisper as his eyes never leave you, his gaze deepening with something far more intense than admiration.

You haven't noticed yet, too busy adjusting yourself in the seat, but he can't tear his eyes away from you. "You look... perfect." he breathes out, his voice thick with awe, as though the words are barely enough to capture the magnitude of what he's feeling.

You laugh softly, shaking your head in playful disbelief, still unaware of just how utterly lost he is in the moment. You're so used to his compliments by now that you brush it off nonchalantly. "Well, you don't look too bad yourself." you reply with a casual shrug.

At this, Jungkook chuckles, as if it's the first time he's truly registered what you said. He finally snaps back to reality, though his gaze still lingers on you... lingers in a way that makes your pulse race, just a little.

His eyes flicker to your seatbelt, or rather, the lack of one. "Safety first, Ace." he murmurs, his voice low, almost playful.

Before you can fully process his words, you're caught off guard as Jungkook leans closer. His arm stretches across you, his hand reaching for the seatbelt latch beside your head.

The sudden proximity has your breath catching in your throat, your heart skipping a beat. You can't help but press your back further into the seat, the heat of his body so close to yours sending a flutter of nervous excitement through you.

His movements are slow as every motion seems to stretch the moment longer than it should. He pulls the seatbelt over your body, his fingers slightly grazing your shoulder as he slides it into the buckle with a soft click.

"There." he murmurs, his voice a low hum, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Despite the storm brewing inside you, you manage to force out a small smile, attempting to mask the fact that you're utterly flustered.

But of course, Jungkook notices. His keen eyes catch the flicker of emotion on your face, and though he looks away, the subtle twitch at the corner of his lips betrays his amusement.

Soon, the engine hums to life, and the drive to Jackson's mansion feels fleeting, a blur of streetlights and quiet anticipation. As Jungkook pulls up and parks the car, he's quick to get out, jogging around the front to your side.

He opens the door for you, extending a hand to help you out. His touch is firm yet gentle as he ensures you're steady on your heels, his gaze flicking down briefly to check before locking the car.

A small smile plays on his lips as he tilts his head towards the mansion, silently asking... Shall we?

You giggle softly, nodding in response, and as the two of you begin walking towards the grand entrance, his hand instinctively finds the small of your back.

The gesture is subtle yet possessive, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

As you pass by the bustling lawn, your gaze flits to the chaotic scene unfolding around the swimming pool... half-naked people getting drunk, laughing, stumbling, and diving into the water with reckless abandon.

The air is thick with the scent of chlorine, alcohol, and mischief, a typical backdrop for a night like this.

Stepping inside, the energy shifts but remains electric. You don't miss the couples tucked away in shadowed corners, making out or the group of guys fervently playing beer pong, their cheers and jeers blending with the pounding bass of the music.

The house hums with life, every corner alive with people immersed in their own worlds.

"Let me grab you a drink." Jungkook offers, his voice soft against the noise, and you nod in agreement. He gently guides you to the nearby couch before disappearing towards the kitchen, his figure weaving effortlessly through the throng of partygoers.

Left alone for a moment, you can't help but smile to yourself, watching him retreat. You're glad you decided to come tonight. A part of you has missed Jungkook terribly, and maybe you're finally ready to give him another chance. Or at the very least, hear him out.

His persistent flower deliveries for a week straight had seemed to chip away at the walls you'd built, each bouquet softening you little by little.

Soon enough, Jungkook returns with two red cups in hand, his smile soft and almost shy as he passes one to you. "Here." he says, his tone casual, though his eyes linger on you like he's studying your reaction.

The moment you take a sip, the taste hits you and it's awful. Your nose scrunches, your brows knit together, and you stick out your tongue slightly, the bitterness and burn leaving an unmistakable mark on your face.

Jungkook notices instantly, and a laugh escapes him. "What... is this?" you ask, peering suspiciously into the cup, as if the liquid itself might answer for its crimes.

There's no hiding your disdain because alcohol has never truly been your thing. You've always wondered why anyone would willingly endure the bizarre bitterness of it all.

Leaning closer, Jungkook smirks, clearly entertained by your reaction. "That..." he begins, gesturing to your cup. "Is just vodka with a splash of juice."

You shake your head, unconvinced, muttering, "Tastes like regret in a cup." but despite yourself, you lift the drink to your lips for another tentative sip. Predictably, your face contorts all over again, the exaggerated expression drawing another round of laughter from Jungkook.

"Ace..." he says, his voice warm and teasing. "You don't have to drink it if you don't like it." His tone softens as he leans just a little closer. "No one's going to judge you for sticking to soda, you know."

His words make you laugh and even with the unpleasant taste lingering in your mouth, there's a sweetness in the way Jungkook looks at you, like he wouldn't mind spending the whole evening watching you wrinkle your nose at bad cocktails.

You finish your drink with a playful shrug, flashing Jungkook a daring smile that makes his chest tighten. "What's the worst that could happen?" you tease, as if daring the night itself.

The music hums in the background, weaving seamlessly with the low buzz of conversations and bursts of laughter. Before long, you're weaving through the party, bumping into friends here and there.

You expect Jungkook to eventually drift away, to join his own circle of friends now that you're mingling. But he doesn't. His presence is steadfast, his palm a constant, reassuring weight on the small of your back as he guides you through the thrumming chaos of the party.

He's always close, sharing snacks with you and even encourages you to try a few different drinks despite your initial distaste for alcohol. Surprisingly, you're enthusiastic, more curious than hesitant and it makes him grin every time you wrinkle your nose at the unfamiliar flavors.

But as the evening stretches on, it becomes clear to him that your alcohol tolerance isn't quite what he expected. He notices the subtle shift first... the way your laughter grows just a little louder, a little freer, unbound by the careful control you usually maintain.

Then, you're swaying ever so slightly, your balance unsteady as your fingers curl tighter around his arm for support. The warmth of your touch lingers, igniting something deep within him, but he focuses on keeping you steady.

He stopped drinking the moment he realized you were getting tipsy, choosing instead to stay sharp, to look after you. He's never seen you like this... so carefree, so unguarded and it's a side of you that's both unexpected and utterly captivating.

Every new song the DJ plays is met with newfound enthusiasm. "This is my favorite song everrr !!" you exclaim for the fifth time, your words slightly slurred but full of infectious excitement. Jungkook can't help but laugh, shaking his head as you tug him towards the dance floor.

Under the neon lights, you're a vision. Your hair, slightly mussed from the night's revelry, frames your face perfectly. The faint sheen of sweat on your skin catches the light, giving you an almost ethereal glow.

His hands find your waist, steadying you as you sway to the beat, your movements loose and uninhibited. Your hands rest against his chest, featherlight but grounding, and you lean in closer without even realizing it.

Your smile... soft, almost childlike in its drunken charm leaves him utterly spellbound. The way your laughter bubbles up, unrestrained, the way your eyes sparkle with mischief and warmth, the way your presence seems to light up the room... it's intoxicating in a way that no drink ever could be.

Jungkook watches you, mesmerized, as you move with the rhythm, your hands occasionally pulling him closer. The proximity, the warmth, the raw intimacy of the moment... it's enough to drive him to the brink.

Time slips by in a blur, and before long, an uncomfortable warmth begins to creep over you. It feels as though the air in the room has thickened, pressing against your skin and making it harder to breathe.

You shift restlessly, tugging at the neckline of your outfit, your gaze flickering anxiously around the crowded room. The buzz of alcohol lingers in your veins, but a sudden wave of lightheadedness washes over you, making the space feel stifling and claustrophobic.

Jungkook is quick to notice the subtle shift in your demeanor. "What's wrong, Ace?" he asks, his brows knitting together in concern. "Too... too many people." you mumble, inching closer to him as if seeking refuge.

Your voice wavers slightly, and he doesn't need any more convincing. "You wanna get out of here?" he offers, his tone gentle, and you nod instantly.

Without hesitation, Jungkook reaches for your hand, his fingers wrapping securely around yours. He tugs you gently, maneuvering through the throng of partygoers with practiced ease.

He helps you climb the steps with care, his arm subtly supporting you as you wobble slightly on unsteady feet. The hallway above is bustling too, but doors line either side, and Jungkook begins checking them one by one, searching for an empty room.

After a few minutes, he finds one and pushes it open, ushering you inside.

As soon as the door clicks shut, sealing you both away from the chaos, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. The room is dimly lit, the muffled sounds of the party barely audible through the walls. You sway slightly before stumbling towards the bed, collapsing onto it with a dramatic flop.

Jungkook chuckles softly, leaning against the door for a moment to watch you. "You okay there?" he teases, but his voice is laced with affection. You're sprawled out, your arms flung wide, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes fluttering as you fight to keep them open.

When your hands move to rub at your arms, shivering faintly despite the warmth of the room, Jungkook springs into action. Without a word, he helps you sit up as he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

The fabric is heavy with his scent, a mix of cedarwood and something unmistakably him, and it instantly envelops you in a comforting cocoon.

"Better?" he asks, his voice softer now as he sits down beside you on the bed. You nod, adjusting the jacket slightly before leaning into him, your head coming to rest on his shoulder.

"God, Ace..." Jungkook breathes, his arm curling around your shoulders to hold you close. "You're so cute, you know that?"

A sleepy smile tugs at your lips, but you don't respond, too lost in the warmth of his presence. Jungkook glances down at you, his chest tightening at how small you look in his jacket, your lashes brushing your cheeks as you hum softly.

He leans his cheek lightly against the top of your head, a contented sigh escaping him as he holds you.

"You know, Ace..." Jungkook begins softly after a few seconds of silence. There's a weight to his tone, one that instantly has your ears perking, even though your eyes remain closed.

You hum in acknowledgment, the quiet sound of encouragement making him tighten his hold around your shoulder. "I'm sorry about that day..." he murmurs, his words gentle yet heavy, laced with regret.

Your brows knit slightly, and though the haze of alcohol still clouds your mind, his voice feels like a lifeline, grounding you. He takes a steadying breath, his hand brushing against your arm as though searching for the courage to continue.

"For not showing up." he adds, his grip tightening ever so slightly, as if afraid you might slip away at the mere mention of his mistake.

That gets your attention. Slowly, you open your eyes and shift, moving away just enough to look at him. Even through the tipsy blur, you can clearly make out the sincerity in his gaze.

"I'm sorry I didn't call or text to let you know I couldn't make it." he continues, his dark eyes locking with yours, his voice thick with remorse. "It was never my intention to blow the chance you gave me. I know how much it must've hurt, and I hate that I let you down... I hate that I made you cry."

For a moment, you just stare at him, your breath caught in your throat as his words sink in.

"So, please..." he says, his voice trembling slightly, as if the weight of his emotions is too much to contain. "Give me another chance. Another way to make this right. Because I want this... I want us... more than anything."

He pauses as he swallows hard, his eyes searching yours with a mix of desperation and hope. It's as though he's laying his heart bare before you, every beat of it beating just for you.

You watch him, your own heart pounding in your chest. The way he hesitates, the way his brows furrow in an almost imperceptible show of vulnerability, it's unlike anything you've seen from him before. 

This isn't the Jungkook who always teases you with easy confidence, the one who flirts with you like it's second nature. This is the Jungkook, stripped of pretense, standing before you utterly, irrevocably exposed.

"I..." he continues, his voice dropping lower, thick with emotion, "I really, really like you, Y/n and... and I've never felt this way about anyone before. Not like this."

The words leave him in a rush, and for a split second, he looks away, as if the intensity of his feelings is too much to handle. But then his eyes find yours again, filled with an unyielding sincerity that takes your breath away.

"I've been falling for you in ways I didn't even know were possible..." he admits, his voice a whisper now, trembling but resolute. "And I can't lose you... not without showing you how much you mean to me."

The way he's looking at you, like you're the only person in the universe makes it impossible to look away. For a moment, you're not sure if it's the alcohol or the intensity of the moment making you dizzy, but you can feel something shifting deep inside you. 

You're both locked in each other's gaze, time seeming to still as Jungkook processes the weight of what he's just said while you grapple with the enormity of what you've just heard.

The muffled music from the party fades into nothingness, eclipsed by the deafening rhythm of your heartbeat. 

It pounds so loudly, you wonder if Jungkook can hear it too... but he's too caught up in the thundering of his own to even notice.

Suddenly, your gaze falls to his lips, the distance between you feeling maddeningly close yet achingly far. Something stirs deep within, a silent yearning urging you to close the gap. Though tipsy, your mind is clear, fully aware of the choice you're about to make. 

Perhaps it's the liquid courage coursing through your veins, giving you that extra push, daring you to lean in just a little closer.

Jungkook's gaze dips to your lips as well, and the way you lean ever so slightly forward sends his world spiraling in a blur of chaotic emotions. 

His heart throbs, his pulse races, and though a part of him wants to leap up and break into a celebratory dance, he stays rooted, leaning in as well.

The space between you diminishes, your breaths mingling, his features so near you can trace the warmth emanating from him. It feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you, suspended in a moment where nothing else matters.

But then, as if the universe itself is playing a cruel joke, a sudden commotion erupts outside. The sharp sound of gasps and screams pierces the quiet moment, shattering the delicate bubble that had cocooned you.

Both of you flinch, your heads snapping towards the open window where the noise originates.

You don't move at first, your body sluggish with the haze of alcohol and the lingering electricity of the moment. The chaotic sounds from outside grow louder, and you can make out frantic voices rising in panic.

"What's... going on?" you murmur, glancing towards Jungkook. His expression tightens, concern flickering across his face as he unwraps his arm from around you.

"Stay here." he says softly, his tone calm but firm. Rising to his feet, he crosses the room in long strides and peers out the window. His eyes widen, his body stiffening as he takes in the scene below.

A boy dangles precariously from the edge of the roof on the other side of the mansion, one trembling hand clutching to the ledge for dear life. The scene below is chaotic, a crowd gathered on the lawn, their faces painted with horror as they scream and plead for the boy to hold on.

Jungkook takes in the height of the fall and the sheer helplessness of the people below, the pit of his stomach sinking at the thought of what could happen if the boy loses his grip.

It's clear the guy is drunk... his erratic swaying and terrified yells make that much obvious, but none of it changes the gravity of the situation.

Jungkook's jaw tightens as he scans the lawn. The crowd looks frozen, their panic rendering them useless. His gaze flicks back to the boy, whose grip is visibly weakening, the tremor in his arm growing more pronounced.

Jungkook knows there's no time to wait for someone else to act because this is on him now.

He spins back towards you, still seated on the bed with his jacket draped loosely over your frame. Your brows furrow in worry as you look at him, sensing the urgency in his movements. "What's happening?" you ask, your voice tinged with unease.

"Nothing, just some drunk idiot doing something stupid." he says, though the tightness in his voice betrays his nonchalance. He approaches you, crouching down so that he's at eye level. His hand reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender despite the situation.

"Ace..." he murmurs, his gaze steady and reassuring. "I'm just gonna go check out what's going on, okay? Stay here for me, please. I'll be right back." His voice is gentle, but there's an underlying edge of determination that tells you this isn't something trivial.

You hesitate, your instincts tugging at you to follow, to see what's happening. But the exhaustion from the night and maybe the alcohol, makes your limbs feel like lead.

"Okay." you whisper. The relief on Jungkook's face is immediate, and before standing, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.  Before you can process it, he's already out the door.

"Tae, call Jungkook. Fast." Jimin mutters, nudging Taehyung as both of them stare at the boy dangling from the edge of the roof. His hand clutches desperately at the ledge, his entire body trembling as he fights against gravity.

Taehyung hesitates, concern flickering across his face. "But isn't he with Y/n? I don't—" Another anguished yell from the boy interrupts him. His grip visibly falters, and the gasps and screams from the crowd below grow louder. 

Taehyung curses under his breath. "Okay, okay, I'll call him." He fumbles for his phone, his fingers trembling as he struggles to find Jungkook's contact. Before he can press the call button, a new sound cuts through the chaos... a sharp and familiar thwip.

Jimin and Taehyung whip their heads towards the noise, their eyes widening as they catch sight of him. 

Jungkook, in his red-and-blue mask and suit, is already swinging into action. The crowd gasps collectively, their shock palpable as they watch him soar through the air, moving with an effortless precision that seems almost unreal.

"Holy shit, it's Spiderman!" someone exclaims, their voice cutting through the chaotic murmurs of the crowd.

Jungkook fires another web mid-swing, the silken thread shooting with precision and anchoring securely to a sturdy section of the roof near the dangling boy. There's no pause in his movements, his body twists with effortless agility, each motion fluid as he adjusts his trajectory.

The wind whips past Jungkook, a roaring rush in his ears, but his focus remains razor-sharp, his mind calculating every move with unwavering precision.

In a single, breathtaking moment, he reaches the boy, wrapping one arm securely around his torso. The boy lets out a gasp of relief, clinging to Jungkook as if his life depends on it... which, in this moment, it does.

Jungkook's other hand shoots another web to maintain balance as the two of them swing away from the roof's edge.

The crowd below erupts in cheers and gasps, their eyes glued to the cinematic scene unfolding above them. Jungkook adjusts his grip on the man, ensuring he's held securely, and twists his body mid-swing to aim for a clear landing spot.

With a calculated flick of his wrist, he releases the web and they descend, the ground rushing up to meet them.

As they near the lawn, Spiderman bends his knees, absorbing the impact with practiced ease. He lands gracefully, his feet firmly planted on the ground, holding the boy steady in his arms. The boy collapses, shaking and sobbing, but otherwise unharmed.

The crowd bursts into applause, their earlier panic giving way to awe and gratitude. Phones are out, recording the moment, but Jungkook doesn't pay any attention to the commotion. He gently sets the boy down on the grass, crouching beside him. 

He helps the boy sit up, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "You're okay now." he says softly, his masked face tilting as he checks the boy for any visible injuries. "Try to stay off rooftops when you've had a bit too much, yeah?" he adds with a hint of humor, though his tone remains gentle.

The boy nods shakily, muttering a string of thank-yous between his sobs. Jungkook pats his shoulder reassuringly before standing up, his masked face turning towards the crowd.

He raises a hand briefly, signaling that everything is under control before shooting another web and swinging away, disappearing into the night.

Jimin and Taehyung, still standing on the sidelines, exchange a look, their mouths slightly agape. "Did we just—?" Taehyung starts, but Jimin interrupts him, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Yeah, we just watched Jungkook save the day. Again."

Your eyes stay wide, transfixed on the scene unfolding outside. Moments ago, you were too drained to even consider moving from the bed. But as the shouts and screams grew louder, curiosity got the better of you.

Dragging yourself to the window, you peeked out, expecting nothing more than a drunken brawl or some careless antics.

What you didn't anticipate was the sight before you, a familiar masked figure clad in red and blue, swinging effortlessly through the air, the distinct silhouette of Spiderman in action.

For a moment, you wonder if your tired, tipsy mind is playing tricks on you, but the gasps and cheers from the crowd below confirm it's all real.

It happens in the blink of an eye, so fast it's almost surreal.

You stand there, frozen, as you watch a few people helping the man stumble back into the mansion, his trembling form supported by their hands.

The rest of the crowd, still buzzing with excitement, murmurs about Spiderman, who has already disappeared into the night, leaving nothing but the echo of his presence behind.

As the noise begins to settle, you find yourself mesmerized by the surreal events you've just witnessed. How does Spiderman always seem to appear at the most critical moments?

Even in the alley, when you thought you were on the brink of disaster, he showed up, as if the universe had willed it. The fact that you've now seen him not once but twice in real life... it feels almost impossible, like you're living in a dream.

Minutes stretch on, and you remain near the window, watching as the commotion slowly dies down, people returning to their partying and laughing as if nothing unusual happened.

Just when you begin to wonder where Jungkook has gone, the door to the bedroom creaks open. "Oh my God, Kook!" you exclaim without thinking, spinning around to face him.

Jungkook, slightly winded from the frantic dash, freezes in place. He's caught off guard to see you standing by the window, your eyes wide with excitement.

Before he can respond, you rush towards him, now much more alert, the weight of the alcohol clearly wearing off. "Did you see that? Spiderman was here!!" The words spill from your lips, and you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of awe.

Jungkook's heart skips a beat, his eyes betraying a flicker of something... he's suddenly very aware of how much he has to keep up the act. He's trying to catch his breath after changing out of his suit and running back here, but also, he's trying to hide his own involvement. 

"Oh... y-yeah, I saw... I saw that." he stammers, doing his best to sound casual, as though he had simply been another spectator on the lawn. "Wow, I can't believe it. He was so cool." you breathe out, almost dreamily, your eyes still sparkling from the adrenaline of the moment.

Jungkook chuckles softly, his gaze lingering on you, studying the way excitement lights up your features. "I'm guessing you're all sober now." he teases, his voice tinged with amusement.

You blink, snapping back to reality as his words register. You touch your temple sheepishly, realizing the alcohol's haze has indeed lifted. "Yeah... I guess I am." you admit with a shy laugh.

"Should we leave?" he asks, his tone gentle. He tilts his head slightly, gauging your reaction. The party suddenly feels insignificant compared to everything that has unfolded tonight, and you nod in agreement. "Yeah, let's go." 

Jungkook leads the way as the two of you make your way down the stairs and out of the mansion. The cool night air greets you, brushing against your skin as you follow him to his car.

True to his nature, Jungkook is as chivalrous as ever... again opening the door for you, putting on your seatbelt. 

The car hums to life as he starts the engine, and the drive begins, the city lights streaming past the windows in streaks of gold and white.

For a while, you sit in comfortable silence, the events of the evening swirling in your mind. But then, a memory crashes into you... what had happened back in the room, before everything was interrupted.

Your heart flutters at the memory... the moment when his lips had been so tantalizingly close to yours, and the way he had laid his heart bare, confessing his feelings with such raw sincerity.

Your fingers fidget in your lap, your gaze flickering to Jungkook as he focuses on the road. He looks calm, but the faint tension in his jaw and the way his hands grip the steering wheel a little too tightly suggest otherwise. 

Is he thinking about it, too? You wonder if his mind is replaying the same confession, the same moment the two of you almost kissed, just as yours is.

When the car rolls to a stop right in front of your apartment, neither of you makes the first move to leave. The quiet is serene, the kind that feels full of unspoken words and lingering glances.

You turn your head to look at him, only to find him already gazing at you with those dreamy eyes and that small, endearing smile that could melt glaciers.

"What?" you ask, a soft giggle slipping out despite yourself. "Nothing." he murmurs, his voice tender as his head tilts slightly. "You're just... so pretty."

Your cheeks burn, and you quickly glance out the window to hide your face, biting down on your lower lip to suppress the giddy smile that's threatening to take over.

"You're even prettier when you're all flustered." he adds, his tone teasing, and when you turn back to him, you lightly smack his arm. "Stoppp." you whine, your voice tinged with playful embarrassment.

Jungkook chuckles, and his laughter only deepens the rosy hue on your cheeks.

"I should go." you finally say, straightening in your seat as you fumble with the seatbelt. Jungkook's smile falters just slightly, a flicker of disappointment passing through his eyes, but he nods, understanding.

His gaze drops to the steering wheel as you gather your purse and prepare to step out.

Just as your hand reaches for the door handle, you pause and glance back at him. "Jungkook..." you call out softly, your voice catching his attention immediately. His head snaps up, and he hums in acknowledgment, his eyes searching yours.

You offer him a small, tender smile before leaning across the console. Your hand cradles his cheek gently, and before he can process what's happening, you press a firm, lingering kiss to his lips. His breath hitches, his entire world narrowing to this one perfect moment.

Then, just as quickly as it began, you pull away, your eyes flickering with mischief and affection. Before Jungkook can say or do anything, you dart out of the car, running towards your apartment building with a laugh bubbling up your throat.

He sits there in stunned silence, his lips still tingling from your touch. His wide eyes stare ahead, his mind racing to catch up. Did she just... kiss me? 

He quickly turns his head towards the entrance of the building, and there you are, standing under the warm glow of the lights with the brightest smile on your face. His jacket still swallows your frame, the sleeves hanging past your hands as you wave at him enthusiastically.

"Bye!" you call out, your voice slightly muffled by the distance, yet it carries enough warmth to make his heart skip a beat. Before he can even lift his hand to wave back, you're already turning around, disappearing into the building with a spring in your step.

Jungkook leans back in his seat, a soft chuckle escaping him as his fingers brush lightly against his lower lip. In this moment, with your laughter still ringing in his ears and the lingering warmth of your kiss on his lips... he swears he's just won at life.

Jungkook scans the campus, his eyes darting from one familiar face to another as he searches for you. Ever since Saturday, he hasn't been able to go a single moment without thoughts of you invading his mind. It's maddening, this constant pull towards you. 

He's been trying to find you all morning, but with no shared classes today, it's been nearly impossible to catch even a glimpse of you. Frustration gnaws at him as he exits the cafeteria, his steps aimless, his mind preoccupied. That's when his gaze suddenly lands on the soccer field.

A group of boys are kicking a ball around, their shouts and laughter echoing in the air. But Jungkook barely pays them any mind. Instead, his attention is drawn to the bleachers, where he spots a familiar figure sitting alone. 

He squints, trying to get a clearer view through the sunlight streaming down. There you are, perched in the middle of the stands, your laptop balanced on your knees, fingers flying over the keyboard.

For a moment, he hesitates. You look so engrossed, so focused, and he wonders if you're too busy for him. But the thought of walking away without talking to you feels unbearable especially after how things turned out between the two of you on Saturday.

Without overthinking it, he strides towards the field, his steps quickening as he crosses the grass. Reaching the bleachers, he takes the stairs two at a time until he's standing just a few feet away from you.

"Ace." he calls out, his voice carrying a warmth that he hopes catches your attention as he moves closer. You glance up, startled, and the corners of your lips twitch into a small smile when you see him. 

The sight of you, framed by the sunlight, takes his breath away for a second.

"You busy?" he asks, nodding towards your laptop, though he's already sliding right beside you, completely ignoring the need for an invitation.

You glance at him briefly, a small smile tugging at your lips as you focus back on the screen. "Yeah, I've got this assignment to finish." you reply, fingers dancing over the keys.

He leans closer, just enough for his shoulder to brush against yours, peeking at your laptop screen with childlike curiosity. "What's it about?" he asks, his tone casual but his attention entirely on you.

You laugh softly, nudging him away playfully. "Nothing you'd find interesting." you say, shaking your head. "Try me." he challenges with a grin.

"Were you looking for me?" you ask, changing the subject, your voice light as you keep typing. "Obviously." he says, without hesitation. You stop typing for a moment, tilting your head to look at him. "Obviously?" you repeat, a teasing edge in your voice.

"Yeah." he replies, leaning back slightly, his expression softening. "I missed you."

The words catch you off guard, making your heart flutter, though you roll your eyes to mask your reaction. "Please." you mutter, shaking your head, but your cheeks are already starting to warm.

"What?" he protests, leaning closer again. "I'm serious. I haven't stopped thinking about you since Saturday."

The way he says it, like it's the most normal thing in the world, sends your stomach into a series of somersaults. "And especially after..." he trails off, a sly grin spreading across his face as his gaze locks with yours.

You narrow your eyes at him, already knowing where he's going. "Don't." you warn. "What? I'm just saying..." He shrugs, feigning innocence, though the grin never leaves his lips. "It's kinda hard to forget when you kissed me like that."

"Jungkook!" you whisper-shout, looking around as if anyone might overhear, even though it's just the two of you by the bleacher stands. You hide your face behind your hands, your laughter muffled but unmistakably bright.

He laughs too, leaning closer, gently pulling your hands away from your face. "Why are you embarrassed? I liked it." he says softly, his tone suddenly tender. Your breath catches as his thumb brushes against your knuckles, the playful atmosphere shifting into something more heartfelt. 

"I mean it." he murmurs, his voice low and steady, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "You've been on my mind nonstop." As he leans closer, the world around you fades into the background. 

For a moment, all you can do is stare into his eyes while your heart pounds wildly against your ribs, and before you can stop yourself, a small, shy smile tugs at your lips. "Maybe you've been on my mind too." you admit, your voice soft and trembling with vulnerability.

His lips part slightly, and he tilts his head just enough to close the gap between you further. "Yeah...?" he asks, his voice husky and full of something unspoken but undeniably magnetic.

Your eyes flick down to his lips, and before you realize it, you're wetting your own. The air between you feels charged, like a storm waiting to break. You hum in response, your breath hitching as the space between you grows impossibly small.

"Well, that's good." he whispers, his voice dropping to a near growl, his lips so close now you can almost feel their heat.

Your heart skips a beat as your eyes flutter close, anticipation coursing through your veins. Just as you tilt your head, ready to close the final distance, his breath mingling with yours—

THWACK!

Out of nowhere, Jungkook's hand shoots up beside your head with lightning speed, snatching something in the middle of the air.

The sudden motion jolts your eyes open, a wave of confusion washing over you. In his grasp is a soccer ball, which he swiftly hurls with a force that sends it soaring high into the air.

Jungkook clicks his tongue in frustration, clearly irritated that a moment like this was interrupted once again. "Are you kidding me?" he mutters, his glare fixated on the boys on the field, who offer a sheepish apology before quickly rushing off to retrieve the ball.

But you're not focused on them anymore. Your gaze is fixed on him, still in awe of his reflexes. It takes you a moment to process the rapidity of his movements, and your mind is drawn back to that time when he yanked you out of harm's way, pulling you from the middle of the road just when a car was barreling towards you. 

His instincts, so sharp and immediate, leave you in a state of quiet disbelief. How does he react so swiftly? It's almost like he has an inhuman sense for danger, a superhuman awareness that requires no thought, just pure instinct.

"How did you... do that?" The words slip from your lips before you can stop them, your voice almost a whisper, as if still in disbelief. Jungkook glances at you, pretending to be clueless, his lips curling into that familiar mischievous smile.

"Do what?" he asks, his tone laced with mock innocence. "Oh, come on..." you say, frustration and fascination mixing in your voice. "You know exactly what I mean. How did you catch that ball with such ease? And how did you even know it was coming towards us?" Your eyes narrow, searching for any hint of an explanation.

Jungkook just shrugs, his gaze shifting lazily as he casually brushes off the question. "I just... sensed it." he responds with a calmness that only adds to the mystery. There's no sign of strain or effort in his voice, as if it's a completely natural thing for him to do.

You stare at him, still not fully convinced, your mind racing as you try to make sense of his words. How could he possibly have known, and how could his reflexes be so... precise?

As the silence between you lingers, your thoughts finally crystallize into one undeniable conclusion. "Well, your reflexes are... impressive." you murmur softly.

"Thanks, cutie." he says with a grin, before adding. "But honestly, maybe you should move to a safer spot. You know, one without flying soccer balls and potential danger zones." His playful tone draws a giggle from you.

"You're probably right." you admit, shutting your laptop and tucking it under your arm as you stand. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you glance at him with a smile. "I guess I'll head to the library." you inform him and begin walking past him.

But as you take a few steps, you hear the familiar sound of his sneakers on the ground behind you. Turning slightly, you arch a curious brow at him. "You're coming?" you ask.

He nods, an almost childlike grin lighting up his face. "Of course." he replies casually. "Kook..." you start, a knowing look on your face, "Don't you have class?"

He shrugs, utterly unbothered. "I think sitting next to you in the library while you finish your assignment is way more important." he says, his tone so nonchalant it makes you laugh.

Before you can protest any further, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, steering you towards the library. "Come on, Ace." 

Finally clicking the submit button, you let out a low groan of relief, stretching your arms and rolling your neck to ease the stiffness. A glance at the clock shows it's almost 6 p.m. Your gaze shifts to the figure beside you, and your heart softens at the sight. 

Jungkook's head is resting on the table, his cheek pressed against his forearm, his breaths slow and steady as he sleeps. A small smile tugs at your lips as you watch him, his peaceful expression making your chest ache in the best way.

When he'd promised to accompany you to the library, you'd braced yourself for endless chatter, playful teasing, and his usual antics. 

But instead, he stayed quiet, only speaking when he noticed your frustration, gently offering help or encouragement. Eventually, the stillness must have lulled him into sleep.

You chuckle quietly to yourself, leaning a little closer to his sleeping form. Bringing your hand up, your fingers hover over his bangs, which have fallen messily across his eyes.

Gently, you brush them aside, tucking the strands away. "God..." you whisper, your breath catching as you take in his serene face.

Your eyes trace the soft curve of his features... the way his lips are slightly puckered, the faint rise and fall of his chest, and the way the warm library light casts a soft glow on his skin. He looks so perfect, so at peace. 

Your heart flutters, a wave of fondness washing over you. You could stay like this forever, just watching him, soaking in his presence. But as endearing as the thought is, you can't ignore the concern creeping in. 

The angle at which he's sleeping looks far from comfortable, and you're almost certain he'll wake up with a sore neck.

"Kook." you call softly, your voice barely above a whisper as your hand gently rests on his shoulder. You give him a light shake. "Kook, wake up. I'm done with my assignment." you say, a tender smile gracing your lips.

He stirs slightly, a quiet groan escaping him as he blinks himself awake, his sleepy eyes finding yours. And for a moment, as his gaze locks on yours, you think this moment might be even more perfect than the last.

"Ace..." he murmurs, his voice groggy as he straightens up, rubbing his face with both hands. His eyes blink open briefly before closing again, clearly fighting off the remnants of sleep.

"I'm sorry... I didn't even realize when I dozed off." he says, his fingers running through his messy hair. You giggle softly, charmed by his sleepy state. "It's alright." you assure him. "Why don't we head home?"

He nods, immediately helping you gather your belongings. In no time, the two of you exit the library, stepping into the dimly lit hallways where the faint buzz of students still lingers.

The evening air feels calm, but snippets of conversations drift towards you, most of them buzzing about the same thing.

"Can you believe Spiderman showed up at Jackson's party on Saturday?" someone exclaims.

Jungkook's posture stiffens ever so slightly at the mention of his alter ego, though he quickly masks it, keeping his expression casual.

"I still can't believe Spiderman showed up that night." you say, falling into step beside him as the both of you pass by the chattering group of students. "Yeah, me too." he replies evenly, his voice steady. "It's crazy he came just in time." he adds.

"Exactly!" you beam, your admiration shining through. "He's doing God's work, I swear. Always jumping in to help people when they need him the most. I admire him so much." you say, glancing at Jungkook with a wide smile.

Jungkook matches your smile, though his is softer, almost shy. "Yeah... he seems like a cool guy." he says, his tone measured.

As the familiar gates of the campus come into view, you slow your steps, turning to look at him again. "You know what? I've been saved by Spiderman too." you say quietly, your voice holding a hint of nostalgia.

Jungkook's breath hitches ever so slightly, his heart racing in his chest. He knows exactly what you're referring to. "Oh... really?" he asks, feigning cluelessness.

You nod, a wistful smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. It's something I'll never forget." you say, your gaze distant for a moment before flicking back to him.

Jungkook hums softly, his fingers curling slightly as he resists the urge to say more. The weight of the secret between you feels heavier now, but he forces himself to stay silent, allowing you to keep believing that you don't actually know who the mysterious hero is. 

As the two of you walk out of campus, you can't help but notice how Jungkook keeps his gaze down, his eyes fixed on his feet with each step. It's unusual... strange, even. 

The Jungkook you know would usually be brimming with curiosity, bombarding you with questions and probably wanting to know every tiny detail about your encounter with Spiderman.

Yet, he doesn't. He remains quiet, his hands shoved into his pockets, his expression unreadable.

You steal a glance at him, wondering why he isn't asking why you needed saving or what exactly happened or when it happened. 

But as you take in his slightly slouched posture and the soft shadows under his eyes, you convince yourself that maybe the remnants of sleep are still clinging to him. Maybe he's just too tired this evening, preferring the quiet.

Jungkook walks you home, just like always, his hand brushing close to yours with every step.

When you finally reach your apartment building, there's a familiar ache in your chest, a reluctance to let the night end so soon.

"Well, Ace." he says, his voice soft, lingering like the evening air. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow." He starts to turn away, but something in you doesn't want to let him go so early.

"Kook!" you call out suddenly.

He halts mid-step, turning back with a curious hum. "Yeah, Ace?" His smile is easy, but the way he looks at you... like you're the only thing worth noticing, makes your heart skip.

You chew nervously on your bottom lip, unsure how to voice what's bubbling inside you. Jungkook notices the hesitation immediately, the way your gaze falters, the way your fingers fidget like they're trying to find courage. He takes a step closer, his eyes encouraging.

"Do you... maybe..." you start as you shift nervously. Your eyes dart to your feet for a moment before you muster the courage to meet his gaze again. "Do you wanna come upstairs and have... ramen?"

Jungkook blinks, his expression momentarily blank, and you can see the wheels turning in his head. Then, a wide grin slowly spreads across his face... a little too smug.

"Ramen?" he repeats, his tone lilting with playful disbelief.

"Yeah..." you say, your voice slightly shaky. "I mean, only if you're not busy or something. No... No pressure." You fidget with your fingers, wishing you could sink into the ground when you hear how nervous you sound.

He steps closer, so close that the scent of his cologne wraps around you. He tilts his head, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement and something softer. "You're telling me..." he begins, his voice low and teasing. "That the girl I've been walking home almost every day, the girl I think about all the time, just invited me upstairs... for ramen?"

Your heart stutters at his words, and you glance away, cheeks burning. "It's just ramen, Jungkook." you mumble, trying to downplay how flustered you feel.

He leans closer, his grin widening as he watches you squirm. "Oh no, Ace. Ramen with you? That's not just ramen... it's the highlight of my life."

You let out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes at him, though your heart feels like it's doing somersaults. "Geez, you're so cheesy."

"And you love it." he quips, winking with a smirk that sends your heart into overdrive. "Besides, how could I be busy when a pretty girl invites me to have ramen with her?"

You purse your lips, trying to fight back the smile threatening to take over. Then, before you can stop yourself, you blurt out. "So... if there was another pretty girl here inviting you for ramen, would you say yes to her too?"

Jungkook's teasing demeanor falters just a little, replaced by something softer. He steps even closer, his playful smirk giving way to a tender expression. "Another pretty girl?" he repeats. "That's impossible. Because to me, you're the only pretty girl to ever exist. No one else even comes close."

You feel your breath hitch, your cheeks warming again as his words sink in. "You're such a dork." you mumble, turning quickly towards the entrance of your building to hide your flustered state as you beginning walking.

Jungkook chuckles and follows you, grinning to himself as you both walk up the stairs. 

Once you reach your flat and unlock the door, he leans closer, his voice brushing against your ear. "For the record..." he murmurs. "I'd say yes to ramen with you every single time. Always."

Your heart flutters wildly, and though you try to act composed, you know this boy has you completely wrapped around his finger... and you don't mind it one bit.

"Damn, Ace, didn't know you were secretly a professional chef." Jungkook quips, leaning casually against the counter as he watches you pour hot water into the instant ramen containers.

You roll your eyes, scoffing playfully. "Please, professional chef? I can barely cook to save my life. Instant ramen is the height of my culinary expertise." you reply with a resigned sigh, as if you're baring some deep secret.

Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, if this is all you can make, you've already won me over."

You smirk, pushing one of steaming containers of ramen towards him. "Here."

He takes it with a grin, the warmth of the container seeping into his palms. Just as he turns to head towards the couch, you stop him. "Wait." you call out. "Do you wanna go up to the terrace?"

Jungkook pauses, glancing back at you with a curious expression. "The terrace?" he echoes, his eyebrows raised. You nod, setting your own container down for a moment.

"Yeah. My landlord keeps it open all the time, and it's a nice spot to relax. The breeze up there in the evening feels amazing. And trust me, ramen always tastes a hundred times better up there. I do it all the time."

He lets out a low whistle, clearly intrigued. "Well, who am I to argue with the ramen expert? Lead the way, Ace." he says with a lopsided grin.

You shake your head, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "Let me grab us some blankets first. It gets a little chilly up there." you say, already moving towards your bedroom.

You pause at the door, glancing back at him. "If you don't mind, could you grab two soda cans from the fridge?"

Jungkook salutes dramatically, his grin widening. "Yes, ma'am." he replies, making his way to the fridge.

As he pulls the cans out, he can't help but smile to himself, feeling oddly delighted by the domesticity of it all. Your random invitation, your apartment, even the small request to grab sodas... it all feels so intimate, so comfortably you.

He pauses for a moment, holding the cold cans in his hands, and lets the feeling wash over him. This is you letting him in, in your own subtle, unspoken way.

It's not grand or flashy, but it's real, and it's enough to make his chest ache with a quiet, unexpected joy. All he can think about is how utterly blessed he feels to be here, in this moment, with you.

Soon enough, you return with the blankets draped over your arms, and before you know it, the two of you are climbing the stairs to the rooftop.

The faint creak of the door gives way to a breathtaking view, and Jungkook steps out first, taking in the expanse of the city sprawled before him. 

The horizon glimmers with city lights, and the soft hues of twilight paint the sky in shades of deep blue and fading gold. "Wow, it really is nice up here." Jungkook breathes, his voice tinged with genuine awe.

"I told you." you say, smiling as you glance at him. "The breeze up here is perfect, and the view makes everything taste better."

You both settle on the cool ground, the chilled surface beneath you contrasting with the warmth of the blanket Jungkook drapes over your legs while he keeps the other blanket loosely on his knee.

The quiet hum of the city below rises faintly, mingling with the rustle of the breeze as the two of you dig into the ramen, the steam curling into the cool night air.

You glance at Jungkook, the faint glow of the rooftop lights catching the subtle curves of his face as he eats, his features softened by the serenity of the moment.

But as much as you want to savor the calm, your mind is elsewhere... tangled in the unspoken words you've been carrying since Saturday.

You didn't invite Jungkook over just for ramen. There's a deeper purpose behind this seemingly ordinary evening. Ever since you kissed him that night, the weight of his confession has lingered heavily on your mind, accompanied by the guilt of not giving him a proper answer.

Now that the anger and hurt from that one fateful weekend have finally faded, you can see things clearly. You've realized that his feelings deserve an answer... one you've kept bottled up, partly out of fear, partly out of your own stubbornness.

And tonight, under the vast expanse of stars, you want him to know. You want to tell him that you feel the same.

"Kook..." you call out softly. He pauses, a noodle dangling from his lips as he turns to look at you, his wide eyes meeting yours. There's a hint of curiosity there, but mostly he's just... Jungkook, always patient, always steady, even when you're unsure of yourself.

"I..." you begin, licking your lips nervously, the taste of the warm broth still clinging to your tongue. "I realized I never actually responded to your confession. You know... at the party."

His lips twitch slightly, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he sets his ramen down. The playful glint in his eyes tells you he's already enjoying this, even before you've said anything else.

"Uh-huh." he hums, dragging out the sound as he leans back a little, one arm propping him up effortlessly. "And why's that, huh? I thought that kiss you gave me had already sealed the deal."

Your jaw drops, heat rushing to your face as you gape at him. "What?!" you exclaim. "Sealed the deal? Are you saying—WAIT, we're dating already?!"

He chuckles, a low, teasing sound that only makes your cheeks burn hotter. "What, you didn't know?" he asks, feigning surprise as he sits up straighter. "Wow, Ace. Here I was, thinking I was off the market and everything."

"What?" you ask, still baffled. Jungkook loves the look on your face. God, every time he thinks you can't get any cuter, you prove him wrong, and he just can't resist the urge to tease you.

"Wow, Ace, this is making me sad. You think we aren't dating already while I already told my friends all about my amazing girlfriend and the little kiss she gave me."

You gape at him, heat rising to your cheeks. "Jungkook!" you exclaim, lightly swatting his arm. "You did not tell anyone that!"

"Oh, I definitely did." he says, his voice laced with playful mischief. "Told both Jimin and Taehyung. I mean, I had to brag, right? They were both jealous, by the way."

You sputter, words failing you as he stares at you with the most infuriatingly smug expression. "You're impossible." you mutter, shaking your head in disbelief.

"And yet..." he counters smoothly, his voice dipping into something softer, warmer. "You invited me over for ramen. So, really... who's the impossible one here?"

You roll your eyes, the corners of your lips twitching despite your best efforts to look annoyed. "Kook, I'm being serious." you say, your tone quieter now, the teasing atmosphere fading as you lean forward slightly.

"And I'm listening." he replies, his gaze steady as his teasing smile softens into something more sincere. "Go on, Ace. I'm all ears."

You take a deep breath, the weight of your emotions pressing heavily against your chest. "What I'm trying to say is... I like you too, Jungkook. Like, a lot." Your voice wavers, but you push through, determined to finally let it all out. 

"I just... I was scared to let you in. I had all these doubts and insecurities that kept holding me back. It took me a while to realize you were actually being sincere and... I needed time to figure out my own feelings."

Your hands tremble slightly as you set your container of ramen aside, your gaze finally locking with his. The cool night air seems to hold its breath as you take the leap you've been avoiding.

"But now I'm sure." you say. "I want to give this a chance. I want us to work out." A shy smile spreads across your lips, one filled with quiet hope.

For a moment, he doesn't respond, his expression unreadable, and the silence stretches just enough to make your nerves spike.

But then, slowly, his lips curve into a smile... a real one, bright and genuine, the kind that lights up his entire face and makes your heart stutter in your chest.

"Finally." he murmurs, his voice low but brimming with warmth as he leans a little closer, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."

The sincerity in his tone sends a rush of emotions flooding through you, and you can't help the small laugh that escapes. "Really?" you ask, your voice soft with disbelief.

"Really." he affirms. "Ace, I've been crazy about you since the beginning. And trust me, you're worth every second of the wait."

Your heart races as he reaches out, his hand brushing against yours, his touch warm despite the chill of the night. "And just so we're clear..." he adds, his tone playful again. "We are actually dating now. No takesy backsies."

You laugh despite yourself, the tension dissolving as you swat his arm lightly again. "You're so annoying." you mutter, though the smile on your face says otherwise.

"And yet, you like me." he quips, his grin softening as he leans back, the stars above reflecting like tiny galaxies in his eyes. You shake your head with a small laugh, returning your attention to your ramen, but Jungkook's gaze lingers on you, his heart feeling impossibly full.

To be here, like this... with you, feels surreal. His chest swells with an indescribable warmth, a mix of joy, gratitude, and something so deep it almost feels sacred.

He's spent so long wanting this, dreaming of this moment where the space between you would no longer feel insurmountable. 

Now, sitting beside you under the open sky, your laughter ringing softly in his ears, it feels like he's stumbled into a piece of forever. The stars above pale in comparison to the light he feels radiating from you.

But as his heart revels in this newfound closeness, a pang of unease cuts through him. You've trusted him with so much tonight, your words raw and honest, and yet... he's been keeping something from you.

His alter ego, the double life he's carefully shielded from the world, remains a secret from you too. The weight of it gnaws relentlessly at his conscience, each passing second adding to the burden.

It feels wrong... like he's betraying the very thing he's worked so hard to rebuild with you.

You glance at him suddenly, oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside him. “Kook, can I ask you something?” you ask softly, setting your container aside again.

His throat tightens, a mix of anxiety and anticipation building within him. He doesn’t know what you’re about to ask, but he manages a small smile, nodding.

“Why... why didn’t you show up that day?” The words are tentative but heavy, carrying the weight of unspoken hurt. His breath catches in his lungs.

It’s as if your question aligns perfectly with the turmoil in his mind, directly touching the secret he’s been hiding... the very one he so desperately wants to reveal.

“It’s just…” you continue, your voice wavering slightly. “You didn’t show up, and I was so mad at you that I didn’t even stop to think if something might’ve been wrong. Was everything okay that day?”

Jungkook feels his heart crack at the sight of your concern. The genuine worry in your eyes only amplifies the guilt gnawing at him. How could he have kept something so monumental from you?

He swallows hard, his throat tight, and suddenly, the weight of his secret becomes unbearable. The need to confess is overwhelming, pressing against him like a tidal wave he can no longer hold back.

"Y/n..." he begins, his voice unsteady as he sets his ramen aside as well. The way he says your name, low and serious, makes you furrow your brows. His expression has shifted, the playful spark replaced by something heavier, more vulnerable.

"Yes Kook." you say softly, slightly confused by the sudden change in his demeanor. His eyes search yours, as if trying to find the courage to say the words he's been holding back.

"I... I have something to tell you." The words tumble from his lips, as though they’ve been wrenched from the deepest part of him. The urgency in his tone makes your stomach twist with unease. 

You watch as Jungkook drags a hand through his hair, his usual air of confidence entirely absent. The nervous energy radiating from him is palpable, and it sets your heart racing.

“Yes, Kook?” you ask gently, your voice soft in an attempt to coax him into sharing whatever’s weighing on him. His eyes meet yours briefly, before flickering away like he can’t bear to hold your gaze for too long.

He opens his mouth to speak but falters, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow. Then, without a word, he abruptly rises to his feet, his movements sharp and restless. You blink in surprise as he takes a few steps away walking towards the parapet, his back turned to you now.

Jungkook exhales shakily, his shoulders stiff as he grips the edge of the parapet. The city sprawls out before him. He stares out at the distant rooftops, the low hum of the city serving as a backdrop to his spiraling thoughts.

"I just…" he starts, but the words catch in his throat, leaving his sentence unfinished. His hands clutch the cold edge of the parapet tighter, the tension in his frame visible even from where you sit.

Your concern grows with each passing second. Rising to your feet, you walk towards him. “Hey... what’s going on, Kook?” You reach out hesitantly, your palm resting on his shoulder. “Talk to me.” you urge, standing beside him now.

He turns to face you slowly, his eyes darting to yours for the briefest moment before looking away "I…” His voice is raw and trembling with emotion. “Y/n, it’s just…” He trails off again, his brows furrowed as if the words are physically painful to say.

You inch closer, your hand brushing against his arm in silent encouragement. “Take your time.” you say softly, your tone patient and understanding.

Jungkook swallows hard, his breathing uneven. “I don’t know how to tell you this...” he admits. “It’s just… it’s hard, Y/n”

Your chest tightens at the vulnerability in his words. Whatever he’s holding back, it’s tearing him apart. “Hey...” you say gently, lifting your hand to cup his face so that he can face you, your thumb brushing lightly along his cheekbone.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” you assure him.

God, why did you have to be this understanding? Why did you have to look at him like that... with eyes so full of patience, warmth, and a kindness so profound it pierced straight through him? 

It was as if you could see every fragile part of him and chose to cradle it with care instead of turning away. It wasn’t fair. How could you be so gentle when he was so tangled in guilt, fear, and secrets? How could you make him feel seen, safe, and utterly unworthy all at once?

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the overwhelming emotions surging through him. He steps away from your hold and his hands grip the parapet again.

“No… no, I can’t—” he starts, his voice breaking, but he stops himself, shaking his head more furiously.

You sigh softly, stepping back to give him space. “Kook, it’s okay.” you murmur. “We can talk about it another day if you need more time.” Your voice is calm, soothing, but your heart aches at the sight of him unraveling.

You gesture towards the blankets and ramen waiting for you both on the ground. “Let’s finish eating and head back downstairs, yeah?” you suggest, turning to return to your spot.

But Jungkook knows he can’t wait. The weight in his chest is unbearable now, the truth clawing its way out. He watches you move away, his senses overwhelmed by the thought of losing this chance, this moment.

Before he can think, his body reacts on instinct.

Just as you take another step, you hear a sharp thwip. Something attaches to your hip, and before you can process it, you’re being twirled around and pulled forward with a startling force.

You gasp, the world spinning for a fraction of a second, before you find yourself pressed firmly against a broad, solid chest. Your arms instinctively reach out, your fingers clutching at a pair of sturdy shoulders.

Your wide eyes lock with Jungkook’s, his face just inches from yours. Your breaths come in uneven gasps, your chest rising and falling as you try to process what just happened.

His hands rest securely on your waist, the warmth of his touch grounding you even as it sends your thoughts into chaos. He pulls you just a little closer, and your lips part, words faltering as you try to make sense of it all.

"What just—" you begin, your eyes darting downward to the nonexistent space between your bodies. Your hands instinctively move to his nape, fingers gripping gently, seeking stability in the whirlwind of the moment. 

"Kook, what just happ—" Your voice falters, trailing into silence as your eyes search his, desperate for answers, for clarity.

But instead of speaking, a small, almost shy smile curls at the corners of Jungkook’s lips. It’s a smile that’s equal parts tender and mischievous, one that sets your heart racing.

"Come here." he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, carrying the weight of the moment. 

His hands slide up your sides gently, until they cradle your jaw, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks with a touch that feels like both a question and a promise.

And then his lips meet yours. Warm, soft, and undeniably certain, the kiss steals every thought from your mind. There’s no space for hesitation, no room for protest... only the way you melt into him, your body responding instinctively as his hands curl around the back of your neck, drawing you impossibly closer.

At first, the kiss is slow, a careful exploration of emotions long kept at bay. But then it deepens.

Jungkook tilts his head, his mouth opening wider as he pours every unspoken word, every buried feeling, into you. Your arms tighten around him, fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him back with a passion that matches his own, your heart pounding like it might burst.

When you finally pull away, your lungs burn for air, your chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. The reality of it all hits you at once, like a tidal wave crashing over you.

"You’re… you’re Spiderman?" you whisper, the revelation tumbling from your lips in a breathless rush, your eyes wide with both awe and disbelief.

A low chuckle rumbles from Jungkook’s chest, his forehead resting against yours as his thumb brushes over your cheek. "Shut up." he murmurs, his voice teasing but thick with emotion.

And then he pulls you back in, capturing your lips once more, like he’s afraid to let go, like this moment is all that matters.

The kiss leaves your knees trembling, and Jungkook, despite the control he’s trying to maintain, is utterly unraveling. 

The way you clutch onto him, desperate and unyielding, the way your body molds against his... God, it’s maddeningly euphoric, almost narcotic in its allure.

Every sensation, every taste, feels heightened, like you’ve set his very being on fire.

When he feels your tongue brush against his, a shiver courses through him, and the soft, breathless gasps escaping your lips only fuel his resolve to pour everything he’s ever felt for you into this kiss.

When he finally pulls away, your lips part from his reluctantly, your eyes remaining shut as if to savor the lingering warmth of his touch. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, and your forehead rests against his, grounding yourself in the moment.

“Wow…” you exhale shakily, the word slipping out of your lips like a confession. “Wow… just…” you attempt to speak, but the words falter. You’re spellbound, caught in the gravity of what just transpired.

The truth, the kiss, the sheer intensity of the moment... it’s all so utterly consuming, like the world has shifted on its axis.

“Well…” Jungkook begins softly as he steps back just slightly, enough to give you space, but his hands remain on your waist as though afraid to let go entirely. 

His gaze searches yours, his dark eyes swimming with a mixture of vulnerability and tenderness, as if this moment might shatter under the weight of the truth. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Your breath catches in your throat as his words hang in the air, heavy and significant.

“And I just knew...” he continues, his voice growing softer. “That I couldn’t keep it from you anymore... especially now. Especially when we’re finally here... when I finally have you this close.” His thumb brushes against your side in a soothing motion, a silent attempt to anchor you as the realization starts to sink in.

“So… this...” you begin hesitantly, your voice trembling. “This is why you didn’t show up that day?”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he looks down, as though ashamed. “Yes.” he admits.

Your mind reels as the pieces begin to fall into place. Images flash through your memory... the articles you read, news reports, moments you never fully understood until now. 

“Oh my god…” you let out, your hands instinctively gripping his arms as if to steady yourself. “This is why you couldn’t show up. You were…” Your voice falters as the truth becomes undeniable. “You were saving... all those people from that... that fire.”

He nods slowly, his expression softening. “Yes, baby.” he murmurs. “I was. And I’m so sorry. I should’ve just called, I should’ve told you—”

“Wait...” you interrupt, your words coming faster now as another realization crashes over you. “And… so you’re the one who—” You pause, your heart pounding as the memory resurfaces. “You’re the one who saved me that day? In that alley?”

His silence is all the confirmation you need.

“Oh my god, Kook...” you gasp. The memory of being pulled away from danger, of feeling a presence so familiar yet so unrecognizable, the elusive déjà vu that always lingered just out of reach, floods your senses. 

“That's how you knew my address... oh my god... that was you. It was you all along.” Your words tumble out in a rush, chaotic and overwhelmed, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes remain fixed on yours, an expression so tender, so full of unspoken love, that it sends a deep ache through your chest.

“I… I don’t even know what to say…” you stammer, your trembling hands moving to cup his face, your fingers grazing the sharp edges of his jaw. “You’ve been there all this time, haven’t you? Even at the party… you saved that guy. And that day on the road when that car almost hit me—oh my god…” 

Your eyes widen as the puzzle pieces click into place, every moment you’d brushed off as coincidence now feeling monumental. “No wonder your reflexes are so good! Are those… like… your Spidey senses or something?”

A soft laugh escapes Jungkook’s lips, a sound so comforting that it momentarily steadies your racing heart. He lifts his hands to cover yours, his palms warm against your skin as he leans into your touch.

“Yeah...” he murmurs, a faint smile curving his lips. “I guess you could call them my Spidey senses.”

“You’re incredible.” you confess, your voice trembling with unrestrained emotion. “Do you even realize how incredible you are?”

A soft, almost bashful smile flits across his lips, but it vanishes as his eyes meet yours, raw and unguarded. “I don’t care about being incredible.” he murmurs, leaning forward to peck your lips. “I just care about you. About us.”

Your heart feels as if it might burst, the intensity of his words unraveling something deep within you. You lean forward, your forehead gently pressing against his. 

“I know it’s a lot to take in...” he says softly, closing his eyes. “It is.” you admit. “But you could’ve told me, you know...” you murmur. “I would’ve understood.”

His eyes flutter open, glistening with a mixture of regret and relief. “I know...” he whispers, his voice thick with the weight of unspoken apologies. “I know that now.” he says, leaning in, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that leaves you breathless.

The kiss is soft, a mosaic of emotions woven into one unspoken promise. It carries the weight of his regrets, the depth of his feelings, and the strength of his resolve. Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as you pull him closer, anchoring yourself to this moment.

Jungkook sighs into the kiss, his hands firm on your waist, grounding you both in a reality that feels too fragile and too perfect all at once. 

When you finally part, your breaths intertwine in the fragile space between you.

“You’re not just Spiderman to me...” you murmur, your voice trembling with emotion but carrying an unmistakable firmness. “Not the masked vigilante, or whatever these people like to call you…” Your words waver, but you hold his gaze.

“Because before all of that... before everything... you’re Jungkook. You’re my Jungkook.”

His lips curve into a soft smile with his heart somersaulting in his chest. 

Slowly, reverently, he raises his hand to cup your cheek, his touch featherlight yet grounding. His thumb moves in gentle circles against your skin, as if trying to memorize the texture of this moment. 

Then, with infinite tenderness, he leans in, pressing the softest, most delicate kiss to your forehead... a silent promise, a gesture filled with love too profound for words.

“And you’re my everything.”

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part (1/2)

“Yoooo, Tae! Guess who’s on the news again!” Jimin’s voice calls out from the living room as Taehyung steps out of the kitchen, a dish towel slung over his shoulder, still drying his hands. His gaze instinctively shifts to the television where the news is going on.

“Masked Vigilante Foils Bank Robbery, Outpaces Authorities Yet Again!” the headline blazes in big bold letters at the bottom of the screen.

The low quality footage right above the headline is shaky, clearly recorded by a bystander’s phone. Amid the chaos, a red-and-blue masked figure moves with effortless agility, a blur of motion against the grainy backdrop.

He swings from lampposts and somersaults over obstacles, his web-like strands ensnaring weapons and disarming the robbers with precision that feels almost cinematic. The anchor’s voice overlays the footage, tinged with awe.

“This mysterious figure, operating outside the bounds of law enforcement, has once again saved the city. Witnesses say he intervened at the last moment, preventing a potentially catastrophic bank robbery. Who is he? And what drives this masked vigilante to risk his life, time and again for a city that doesn’t even know his name?”

Taehyung leans in, his brow knitting together as he studies the screen. He doesn’t need to guess who it is, he already knows who this "masked vigilante" is.

The fluid acrobatics, the flawless precision, and, above all, the iconic design of that red-and-blue suit leave no room for doubt. “Holy shit.” he mutters under his breath, eyes still glued to the screen. “Wasn’t he supposed to meet Y/n?”

Jimin chuckles from the couch, his posture relaxed as if this is just another Tuesday. “Yeah. But you know him, he probably saw the commotion on the way and couldn’t help himself.”

Taehyung’s gaze remains fixed on the television as the news anchor's voice fills the room again.

“Dubbed ‘The Amazing Spiderman’ by fans online, this masked hero has become an enigma. While officials remain silent, the public praises his ability to achieve what even trained authorities cannot. Love him or hate him, one thing is certain— Spiderman always saves the day.”

Just as Taehyung is about to say something, a faint yet distinct thud echoes against the window right behind the couch where Jimin's seated. Both of them snap their heads towards the sound and... there he is.

Perched on the narrow windowsill is the masked vigilante himself—The Amazing Spiderman a.k.a Jeon Jungkook.

The red-and-blue suit clings to his body, glistening with sweat from exertion. His chest heaves, each breath labored, as he presses his forehead against the window glass.

His mask is in his hand, revealing his sweaty disheveled hair and a face that speaks of exhaustion mixed with determination. With a weak knock of his head against the glass, he signals his roommates to let him in.

Taehyung gasps at the sight and instantly strides towards the window, sliding it open. “Kook, are you insane?” he exclaims and Jungkook practically tumbles inside, catching himself on the edge of the couch before collapsing into it beside Jimin.

“What... time is it?” Jungkook rasps, his voice hoarse, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “Seven.” Jimin replies nonchalantly, his attention still half on the news broadcast.

“Shit.” Jungkook mutters throwing his head back as he continues to pant, struggling to catch his breath. He rises from the couch after a few seconds, trying to balance himself. “Shit, shit, shit.” He repeats, hurrying towards his room.

Taehyung follows behind, leaning against the doorframe as he watches Jungkook throw his mask onto the bed and quickly yank off his gloves, tossing them haphazardly onto his desk.

“Weren’t you supposed to meet Y/n? For that art club thing?” Taehyung asks, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly!!” Jungkook whines, quickly undressing himself. As he pulls a hoodie over his frame, he glances at Taehyung.

“I was supposed to meet her at SIX, but then…” He pauses as he takes a seat on the bed and proceeds to slip on a new pair of socks along with his shoes.

Once he's done, Jungkook looks back at Taehyung, his frustration still palpable. “But there was this huge chaos at the bank, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop myself.” he admits as he stands up once more and heads towards his vanity.

Taehyung chuckles softly, watching his friend pace around the room, doing his best to salvage his disheveled appearance. That fight must’ve been exhausting.

Jungkook's one hell of a character... by day, just another regular college student... by night, the city’s elusive hero, Spiderman.

Taehyung often finds himself marveling at how his best friend, also his roommate, manages to juggle it all... his regular life and his double life... while keeping his true identity locked away tight, hidden from everyone.

"Knowing her, she won’t be too mad, I guess." Taehyung says with a casual shrug. “Let’s hope.” Jungkook mutters under his breath, clearly unconvinced.

After a few more moments of hurriedly fixing his hair into something more presentable, Jungkook strides towards the balcony door and opens it wide.

“Kook, you can literally use the front door.” Taehyung laughs, following him to the balcony, amusement in his voice. “This is faster.” Jungkook replies, already stepping onto the narrow ledge, looking down into the darkened street below.

Before Taehyung can protest any further, Jungkook leaps into the night, vanishing into the shadows with practiced ease.

Your gaze remains fixed on the canvas, eyes locked in concentration as your hand moves with fluidity, the paintbrush gliding across the surface.

The rhythm of your wrist matches the steady flow of the brush, leaving behind trails of vibrant color. You’ve been working on this piece for over two months now, meticulously crafting every detail for the upcoming college exhibition next month.

Jeon Jungkook, your partner, was supposed to be here today at six to help you with the finishing touches on the painting. But as you glance at the time, it's already 7:09 pm.

A soft sigh escapes your lips because he's still not here and frankly, this is so typical of him. Jeon Jungkook is always late.

But beyond his chronic tardiness, there’s something else about him.

He’s the campus heartthrob... the boy with the dreamiest set of eyes and the kind of smile that could make knees buckle.

Since your freshman year, he’s been the talk of the town, effortlessly climbing the social ladder. It’s baffling how, within just two weeks of college, he had managed to make himself one of the most popular guys on campus.

What surprised you more, though, was how, while girls seemed to swoon at his every move, desperately trying to catch his attention, this handsome, almost untouchable man was inexplicably fixated on none other than... you.

You don't exactly know how to explain the dynamic between you and Jungkook. You wouldn’t call yourselves friends... not when the way he acts with you goes far beyond what a friend would do.

For as long as you can remember, ever since the moment your paths first crossed, Jungkook has been nothing short of a flirt. But calling him just a flirt now feels like an understatement, a mere label that doesn't come close to capturing the way he actually makes you feel.

There’s something magnetic about him, something that draws you in against your will. His confidence, oozing from every word and glance, is impossible to ignore.

He doesn’t just flirt, he performs it as though he has an unspoken understanding that you’re his audience. And though his every word seems designed to get under your skin, there’s a strange kind of charm to it, one that makes it impossible to stay guarded, no matter how hard you try.

At first, you told yourself he was just another guy obsessed with his own reflection, someone who thought his good looks could win him anything, someone who believed he could have any girl he wanted.

But over time, it became harder to dismiss the undeniable pull this annoyingly handsome boy seemed to have on you.

He was everywhere. In almost every class you attended, always just a few steps behind you in the cafeteria, trailing you to the library when you tried to bury yourself in your studies, and somehow, no matter how hard you try to stay focused, his presence is impossible to ignore.

Hell, the guy even joined the art club just because you were in it and somehow managed to persuade you to be his partner, despite the countless other girls who were practically begging for the chance to take your place.

But it’s not just his presence that lingers.

It’s the way your heart beats louder in his presence, the way you find yourself gulping when he leans just a little too close, when his fingers graze your hair as he brushes it away from your face, his touch sending an electric jolt through you.

But that was nothing compared to the way he’d casually whisper provocative things in your ear... sometimes it was a simple compliment, like how stunning you looked in your new skirt, and other times, it was something much... bolder, like how he could... kiss you against the wall if you’d just let him.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel weak, your knees trembling in a way that felt completely foreign to you. And every time he’s near, your heart seems to race in a silent war with the walls of your chest, as if fighting to escape and be nearer to him.

But deep down, you know too well that you can't give in. No matter how dreamy and ecstatic he makes you feel, guys like Jungkook were nothing but trouble.

Good-looking, charismatic, and fully aware of the effect they had on people and guys like him were a perfectly packaged recipe for heartbreak and chaos.

The way he makes you feel is electric, a sensation that clouds your mind and leaves you breathless, but there’s always that nagging thought in the back of your mind... that maybe, to him, it’s all just a game. A silly way to pass his time.

For all you knew, he was probably doing the same with countless other girls because though you hadn’t believed it at first, you were beginning to see the truth now.

Guys like Jungkook could truly have any girl they wanted.

And yet, you can’t seem to push him out of your life, no matter how much you tell yourself you should. You let him follow you around, you let him flirt, you let him talk to you... because, despite the outrageous teasing and the sneaky comments, Jungkook is undeniably a nice guy.

Sometimes, the two of you have real conversations, ones that leave you smiling without even realizing it. He’s fun to be around, with the kind of humor that could lighten anyone’s mood, and there’s no denying he’s a good person underneath it all.

There’s also no denying the tension between you. It’s thick, tangible, and sometimes too tempting to ignore. But somehow, over these past few months, you’ve become a pro at holding back... at resisting what feels inevitable, even when it’s so very hard to do.

As you continue to work on your canvas, the swirl of racing thoughts crowding your mind, you suddenly hear a faint zapping sound at the entrance of the campus art studio. Your gaze shifts instinctively towards the door, and there he is... Jungkook.

He’s leaning against the doorframe, clearly trying to catch his breath. The way his chest rises and falls with every pant makes it obvious that he ran here.

You can’t help but watch him as he slowly regains his composure. The moment his eyes lock with yours, that familiar grin of his spreads across his face. That damn smile, the one that makes everything inside you stir.

"Did I keep you waiting for too long, Ace?" His voice is playful, teasing, as he strides towards you with that effortless confidence.

Ace. The nickname he’s given you, because in his eyes, you excel at everything you touch. Or at least, that’s how he always puts it with that knowing grin, as if it’s the simplest truth in the universe.

You roll your eyes, pretending to focus on your work, though you can feel the unmistakable flutter in your chest. "You’re a whole hour late, Jeon." you mutter, deliberately turning your attention back to the canvas, doing your best to ignore the effect he has on you.

Jungkook pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he notices the way you tense under his gaze. It's a reaction he’s grown all too familiar with, yet every time, it still amuses him in the most endearing way.

The way you get flustered, desperately trying to mask it, your cheeks flushing just slightly as you feign annoyance, scrunching your nose as if it could hide the effect he has on you... he loves it.

To Jungkook, you're the center of his webbed thoughts, occupying full residence in his mind ever since the very first time he laid eyes on you.

Jungkook had always been used to attention from girls. It was almost second nature for him, the charming, effortlessly charismatic guy who could turn heads without even trying. But you? You were a different kind of challenge, one he couldn’t ignore, even if he tried.

When he first saw you, something shifted. You weren’t like the others. While the rest of the girls seemed to fit into a predictable pattern of admiration, you stood out.

You were a mystery he couldn’t unravel, a riddle he couldn’t stop thinking about. Your beauty wasn’t just skin-deep... it was in the way you moved, the way your laughter sounded like a melody that stayed with him long after you were gone.

It was in the kindness that poured out of you effortlessly, how you treated everyone with a warmth that felt like home.

From the moment your smile met his, Jungkook knew he had to make you his. It wasn’t a question of whether you’d be interested... it was a certainty in his mind that somehow, someway, you would be.

The intensity of his feelings was undeniable, and it made him feel alive in ways he hadn’t before. He was confident, almost to the point of arrogance, but there was something about you that made him feel more vulnerable than he'd ever let on.

For months now, Jungkook has been pining over you, showering you with flirtations, occasional date invitations, and endless compliments. Yet, no matter how hard he tries, you haven’t given in.

It doesn’t frustrate him, though... in fact, it only fuels his desire. To him, it’s a challenge, and if there’s one thing Jungkook loves more than anything, it’s a challenge.

He thrives in the chase, relishes the moments when he flusters you, sees the subtle changes in your demeanor when he's around. The effect he has on you is very obvious, and it only makes him more determined.

He knows you're not one to fall easily, that you probably need time, need to build some kind of trust in him, to feel that giving him a chance would truly be worth it. And that’s perfectly fine with him.

No matter how long it takes, how many games of flirtation and teasing he has to play, Jungkook is more than willing to keep pursuing you. Because to him, you’re worth every second.

"So, you missed me, huh?" Jungkook teases, leaning effortlessly against the table behind you. His voice is smooth, dripping with that familiar cocky charm that always manages to get under your skin.

You scoff, not daring to let yourself get distracted from your painting. "Not only do you come a full hour late, but now you're wasting time with your stupid flirting." you hiss, turning your head over your shoulder to glare at him, but even that doesn't seem to faze him.

"Oh, please, Ace. Flirting with you is never a waste of time." he replies, the mischievous wink he shoots your way causing your heart to stutter. You groan, frustration bubbling up inside you as your insides twist and turn at his words, the very ones you know are meant to get a rise out of you.

"Why were you late, anyway?" you ask, trying to refocus your attention on the painting. You dip the brush into the water, switching to another color, but your mind is nowhere near your work. There's a gnawing curiosity in the back of your mind... something that feels just a little bit off.

For a moment, there’s no answer. But then, Jungkook's voice breaks the silence, low and a bit too casual. "Just got a little busy... with something." His words hang in the air, and you can’t help but feel that tug of suspicion at your chest. Something? A woman, perhaps?

Jungkook watches you work, eyes tracing your movements with a soft, almost reverent gaze. There's something about the way you carry yourself, so effortlessly graceful as you focus on your art, that makes his heart leap in his chest.

He can’t help it... every angle, every direction you’re in makes you look like something out of a dream, and it drives him absolutely crazy.

"Hey, Ace." he calls out, his voice light, but you don’t look back, still intent on your canvas. You hum in response, not trusting yourself to say anything more.

"I’ve got two tickets to a concert this weekend. Wanna join me? Could be a cute date." The words hang between you like a dare, a challenge. You pause mid-stroke, the brush suddenly halting as if your body has betrayed you.

You’ve heard him ask you out like this before, casually, with that easygoing charm of his. But every time, it leaves you breathless... nervous, excited, and undeniably conflicted.

The idea of going on a date with Jungkook, of letting your guard down and seeing where it could go, is like a dream, but it’s one you can’t seem to step into without hesitation, without feeling scared.

You don’t respond right away, nibbling on your lower lip as your eyes remain fixed on the colorful canvas in front of you, your mind a flurry of emotions you can’t quite make sense of.

"It’s… getting late." you mutter, clearly trying to steer the conversation in another direction, anything to avoid acknowledging the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

Jungkook watches you carefully, his eyes never leaving your face as he observes your subtle shift, your attempt to hide the nerves you always try so hard to control. He can’t help but find it amusing, that cute little fluster of yours. It’s endearing. Hell, it’s the part of you he loves the most.

As you set the brush down and hastily begin to remove your apron, trying to make it seem like you’re just wrapping things up, Jungkook can't stop the grin that spreads across his face.

You're so cute when you’re flustered, so adorably oblivious to the effect you have on him. But that just makes him want to chase you more.

"Hey, I just got here. Leaving already?" Jungkook asks, falling into step with you as you grab your bag and head for the door. You don’t spare him a glance, keeping your eyes forward as you reply, "Well, blame yourself. You came late, and I want to go home now."

He chuckles, his footsteps quickening to catch up with you. "Well, let’s get dinner then." he suggests, his tone light, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. "No." you respond flatly, not even bothering to look at him.

"Alright, what about ice cream?" His grin never falters, the mischievous gleam in his eyes making it clear that he’s not giving up that easily.

You can’t help but feel that warm flutter in your chest despite yourself. It’s something about his persistence, his charm, that always seems to melt away your resolve, even when you’re determined to stay unaffected.

You feel the corners of your lips twitch, a betraying smile threatening to break free, and you try to keep your expression serious. "Also, no." you manage to say, keeping your gaze fixed ahead as you both walk down the long hallway.

"Can I at least walk you to your apartment?" Jungkook asks, the hopeful tone in his voice undeniable. You narrow your eyes, glancing at him with a raised brow. "At this point, will saying "No" even make a difference?" you ask, the teasing edge to your voice not lost on him.

He just smiles wider, as if he knows he’s already won.

The moment you step into the open campus, the late evening breeze brushes against you, cool and refreshing, yet it does little to ease the heat bubbling inside.

As you walk, Jungkook casually falls into step beside you, his presence somehow making the air around you feel warmer.

"So, when are you gonna answer me?" he suddenly asks, his voice playful as you both pass by the soccer field, nearing the gates of the campus.

You know exactly what he's talking about, but you decide to act oblivious. "Answer?" you ask, not daring to glance at him, keeping your gaze ahead as if the question is of no consequence.

"Come on, Ace, you know what I’m talking about." His chuckle is unmistakable, and you feel a nudge on your arm as he inches closer to you.

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to stay composed, yet your pace doesn’t falter. "Why me?" you ask, feigning nonchalance. "I’m sure tons of other girls would want to go instead of me."

He pauses, matching your stride as he looks at you with that same confident grin. "But none of those girls are you, so it quite literally doesn't matter." he says simply, and though the words should comfort you, your doubts still creep up.

It’s hard for you to believe him, to fully trust his intentions. Your trust issues keep you cautious, always questioning the sincerity behind every smile and every word.

"Whatever, Jeon. I’m not interested." you reply, trying to steer the conversation away. "Plus, I have a test on Monday."

"Oh, please." he retorts with a teasing glint in his eyes. "I’m pretty sure you’ve already finished studying the entire syllabus and revised at least a thousand times by now. You could use a break."

You can’t help but smile despite yourself. "That’s not true. In fact, I still have an entire chapter left." you answer honestly.

"Just a chapter? Ace, I have the whole syllabus left. You don’t see me stressing, do you?" he grins as the two of you step onto the familiar pavement, cars passing by on the street every now and then.

"You say that like you don’t manage to ace the tests even when you don’t study. You call me Ace, but honestly, I think it’s you." you joke, though there’s truth in your words. Jungkook is effortlessly good at so many things, and that includes academics.

Jungkook grins at the subtle compliment, warmth spreading through his chest. Suddenly, you pull out your phone, scrolling through your notifications. He walks quietly beside you, relishing the simplicity of this moment.

Somehow, just doing mundane things like this with you feels exhilarating... like a high he never wants to come down from. Being near you feels like heaven.

"Wow, Spiderman’s on the news again." you suddenly remark, stumbling upon an article as you scroll through your phone.

At this, Jungkook’s shoulders tense slightly. You’ve never mentioned Spiderman before, and now he doesn’t quite know how to react. He knows you have no idea about his double life, but hearing the name still makes him feel just a little paranoid.

"Oh... really?" he asks, leaning in slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of your screen. "Yeah." you reply, eyes still fixed on the article. "He apparently stopped a bank robbery."

Jungkook sneaks a glance at your face, noting the faint smile tugging at your lips. It tugs at his heart. Then, curiosity gets the better of him.

"What... are your thoughts on him?" he asks carefully. He knows exactly what he’s doing... he’s just a little greedy to know what you think about his alter ego, his other side. You glance up from your phone, eyebrows furrowed. "About Spiderman?"

He nods, his eyes searching yours as you look away, seemingly deep in thought. "Well, you know, a lot of people think he’s in the wrong," he begins, testing the waters.

"They say he’s reckless, breaking laws, making hasty decisions, taking justice into his own hands instead of letting the legal system do its job. So... I was curious... what do you think about that?"

You hum thoughtfully, your gaze distant. "Honestly speaking... I think he’s pretty cool."

Jungkook’s heart races slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, keeping his expression neutral. He assumes that’s all you have to say until you speak again, clearly not finished.

"I understand why people would think that..." you say, your voice softer now as you turn back to him. "But... I think what he does is extraordinary."

His heart skips a beat, though you don’t notice.

"I mean, think about it..." you continue, your voice gaining quiet strength. "He's someone who could use his powers to live an easy, selfish life. He could focus on himself and never worry about anyone else. But instead, he puts himself in danger every single day to protect people he doesn’t even know. He doesn’t have to do any of it, but he chooses to because he believes it’s the right thing to do. That kind of selflessness? It’s rare. And it’s brave."

Jungkook swallows hard, his throat tightening as your words sink in.

"Sure, maybe he doesn’t always follow the rules, but sometimes, doing the right thing means bending them. At the end of the day, he saves lives. And I think that’s what really matters." you finish, a soft smile gracing your lips.

Jungkook doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze locked on yours. For a moment, he forgets everything... his fears of being unmasked, his doubts, his double life. All he can think about is you and the way you see him, even without realizing it.

"Yeah..." he finally murmurs, his voice quieter than usual. "I think you’re right." he adds. You give him a curious glance, noticing how moved he seems, but before you can question it, he clears his throat, masking his emotions with a playful grin.

"So... are you saying Spiderman’s your type?" he teases. You narrow your eyes at him, a small laugh escaping your lips. "What kind of question is that?"

He shrugs, trying to look nonchalant. "I mean, you just gave this whole heartfelt speech about how selfless and brave he is. Sounds like your dream guy to me."

You roll your eyes, shaking your head in amusement. "Just because I admire what he does doesn’t mean he’s my type. For all we know, Spiderman could be... I don’t know, the kind of guy who puts pineapple on pizza."

Jungkook gasps, clutching his chest in mock horror. "Whoa, hold on. Pineapple on pizza is elite. Are you saying Spiderman’s taste might actually disqualify him?"

"Exactly." you reply with a teasing grin. "Hero or not, some things are just dealbreakers." you shrug, giggling. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Seriously what's wrong with pineapple on pizza?"

"Everything." you reply with a smirk. "But anyways... he might not even be my age or someone I could actually hold a conversation with. Just because someone’s a hero doesn’t mean we’d click, you know?" you add, returning back to the conversation.

"Fair point." Jungkook concedes, though his smirk doesn’t falter. "But let’s just say, hypothetically, Spiderman showed up right now, unmasked, and he was your age, charming, and funny. Would you give him a chance?"

You bite your lip and narrow your eyes, pretending to think about it. "Hypothetically?" you ask. He nods, leaning in slightly, as if your answer means more to him than he’s letting on.

"Maybe." you admit with a small smile. "But only if he’s not cocky about it." you say. Jungkook chuckles, looking ahead as you both continue walking. "Noted." he says softly, the faintest hint of relief in his tone.

The walk towards your apartment continues, his playful flirtations refusing to take a pause. At one point, he casually takes your hand while crossing the road, and somehow, you don’t pull away.

Jungkook’s heart feels like it’s hosting a full-on festival in his chest, but he works super hard to play it cool, hoping you don’t suddenly get self-conscious and snatch your hand back.

As your apartment building comes into view, he feels an ache in his chest. He doesn’t want this to end. These little moments, these stolen evenings when he manages to walk you home, are everything to him. He treasures them more than you’ll ever know.

When you finally stop outside your building, you turn to him, flashing him a soft smile. "Thanks for walking me home, Jeon." you say, your voice warm but casual. That’s when you realize your hands are still intertwined... so naturally, so deeply.

You can feel his thumb lightly brushing against yours, and though you’re hyperaware of it, you don’t pull away. It feels too… right. Hopefully, he doesn’t hold this against you later and claim you're like... madly in love with him or something.

Jungkook looks at you, and there’s a flicker of reluctance in his eyes. He clearly doesn’t want to let go. "Well then... I’ll see you tomorrow?" he asks, his voice almost hopeful. You nod, smiling back at him.

You think he'll let go of your hand first but somehow, neither of you move. The world around seems to blur, leaving just the two of you standing there in the golden glow of the streetlights. Seconds tick by in silence before he speaks again.

"Ace, think about that concert date, okay? I really... really want to go with you." His voice is soft, but the weight of his sincerity makes your heart feel unsteady, as if it might tip over any second.

You let out a quiet sigh, your gaze dropping to the pavement. You want to say yes. You really want to say yes. But that familiar paranoia, that nagging voice in the back of your mind, refuses to loosen its grip. It holds you back, whispering doubts you can’t quite silence.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the way your brows knit together, the subtle hesitation in your posture. He notices how your fingers unconsciously tighten against his, as if reflecting the weight of the thoughts racing through your mind.

But then, like an unwelcome intruder, a sound cuts through the quiet night... the faint, distant wail of a siren. His focus shifts instantly, and he knows what it means. Somewhere in the city, someone needs him.

The conflict in his chest is palpable. He doesn’t want this moment to end, this fleeting bubble of time where it’s just the two of you, but the sense of duty outweighs his desires.

Reluctantly, he lets go of your hand, his fingers brushing yours one last time, lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle. He offers you a small, almost apologetic smile. "Sleep on it and let me know tomorrow, okay?" he says, stepping back.

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s already grinning, that playful, heart-melting grin that always leaves you breathless. "Goodnight, Ace. I’ll miss you until tomorrow."

And just like that, before you can even think of what to say, he’s jogging off, the rhythm of his steps fading into the night. You stand there, rooted in place, staring after him as he turns the corner near your apartment.

The words you wanted to say hang in your throat, unspoken. Something inside you stirs... a flicker of impulse, and you instantly feel the undying need to call out to him, to stop him, to at least reassure him that this time… you would truly think about it.

You find yourself taking a step forward towards the corner of your building, your feet carrying you towards the direction he ran. You peer into the dimly lit alley that stretches endlessly ahead, the streetlights casting long, faint shadows. But to your surprise, Jungkook is nowhere in sight.

You blink, your brows furrowing. The stretch of road is empty, eerily quiet except for the distant hum of the city. It’s as if he’s vanished into thin air. You linger there for a moment, the cool night air brushing against your skin, and you wonder with a small, bemused smile...

Just how fast can Jungkook run?

Your pen moves swiftly across the page, the sound of it scratching against paper blending with the hum of the classroom around you. You’re fully immersed in Mr. Choi's lecture, absorbing every word with precision.

While everyone else around you is still shaking off the fog of sleep, struggling to find their rhythm, you’re deep in the flow, your thoughts sharp and disciplined. The lecture hall, with its rows of slumped, half-conscious students, seems like a distant world to you, as if you’re the only one who’s truly awake.

Suddenly, the smooth cadence of Mr. Choi’s voice falters, interrupted by the abrupt sound of a door creaking open. “Late again, Mr. Jeon?” Mr. Choi’s voice is laced with the usual mix of amusement and annoyance as his eyes narrow in mock disapproval at the figure standing at the doorway.

Of course, he's late. Jeon Jungkook is always late.

You lift your gaze, your focus momentarily broken, and you catch the playful, almost apologetic bow he gives Mr. Choi before he makes his way through the aisles.

With practiced ease, he navigates his way through the rows, his presence so familiar, so effortless, that it feels almost like the room adjusts itself to accommodate his presence.

And just as always, his eyes find yours, as if drawn by some invisible thread, and a mischievous smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. He gives you a wink, subtle but unmistakable, before he settles into the seat right behind you.

“Good morning, Ace.” he whispers, the soft murmur of his voice cutting through the ambient noise of the lecture hall. You hear the faint shuffle of his bag as he slides into his seat and despite yourself, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

You fight it, focusing back down at your notebook, your fingers still gripped tightly around the pen.

Soon enough, the lecture wraps up, and Mr. Choi gathers his things, his footsteps echoing through the quiet room as he exits. As you stand to pack your bag, your eyes naturally drift towards Jungkook, who is already in the process of putting his belongings together.

You don’t say anything at first, the familiar rhythm of his presence next to you doesn’t need words. But just as you turn to head down the steep stairs of the lecture hall, you feel his arm slip around your waist with that effortless familiarity.

“Hi.” he greets, his voice low, the sound of it so casual yet intimate. It’s not the first time he’s done this. In fact, it’s something he’s done countless times before, despite the many times you’ve asked him to stop.

Not because you dislike it... even though you tell yourself to, you just can't, not when his touch feels so natural, so right... but because of the unwanted attention it draws. The way all eyes seem to latch onto the simple act of him holding you close.

“Heading to the cafeteria ??” he asks, turning his head to meet your eyes, his expression full of that unshakable playfulness that always makes your heart beat a little faster.

You carefully reach for his wrist, gently peeling it away from your waist, the skin beneath your fingers suddenly tingling with warmth. You step a little further from him, trying to steady the swirl of emotions coursing through you.

God, why does the touch of his skin against yours make your insides feel like jelly? The warmth of his hand lingers, even though he's already let go, and it makes your chest tighten with something you can’t quite place.

“Yes.” you manage to answer, keeping your tone steady despite the storm brewing within you. You turn back towards the stairs, forcing yourself to walk at a pace that’s somehow slower than usual.

But, as always, Jungkook follows. He trails behind you like a puppy, each of his footsteps matching yours, and you can feel the weight of his attention even without looking at him.

He just can’t help it. His devotion to you is palpable, an invisible thread that binds him to you in the quietest, most powerful of ways.

There’s something so deeply affectionate in the way he always tries to be around you, so undeniably tender in the way he never lets you go, even when you don’t always ask for it.

Once you step into the bustling cafeteria, the scent of freshly made food fills the air, making your stomach grumble despite just having a light breakfast. Jungkook, ever observant, glances around before turning to you with that signature playful smile of his.

"Why don’t you go ahead and sit over there?" he suggests, pointing at an empty table tucked in the corner near the windows. "I’ll grab your strawberry milk and—" He pauses, eyes scanning the cafeteria for something. "Maybe that pastry you like too."

You smile softly at his attentiveness, nodding in agreement as you part ways and walk towards the table. As soon as you sit down, the familiar warmth of the cafeteria wraps around you, and just as quickly, two figures approach your table.

"Hey, Y/n !!" Soomin’s voice cuts through the air, bright and infectious. Yeji follows closely behind her, her smile just as warm. They’re two of your closest friends from university, and you share quite a few classes with them, making their presence all the more comforting.

You smile and wave them over, the three of you exchanging greetings as they take their seats across from you.

"God, I have a test at two, and I’m so unprepared." Soomin groans, flopping her head onto the table. Yeji chuckles beside her, clearly used to Soomin’s antics. You let out a soft laugh, reaching across the table to pat Soomin’s hand reassuringly. "You’ll do fine, don’t worry. You always do."

Soomin groans even louder, but it’s clear she appreciates the reassurance. "Did you have a morning class?" Yeji asks, taking a bite of her sandwich as she looks at you with curiosity. You nod. "Yeah, Mr. Choi’s lecture." you reply.

"Ah, Mr. Choi..." Soomin says, nodding knowingly and soon enough she's slipping into casual conversation with Yeji as you listen, comfortably sinking into the rhythm of the discussion.

Amidst their chatter, your attention shifts to the far side of the cafeteria behind Soomin and Yeji. You spot Jungkook, navigating through the crowd with ease, a tray of food balanced carefully in his hands.

On the tray, you can already see the familiar strawberry milk and your favorite snack from the cafeteria... things he’s memorized with startling precision. It makes you smile without thinking.

He’s always so thoughtful, remembering even the smallest details about what you like to eat. And though you’ve always tried to resist letting him fetch your food, his determination, combined with how cute he looks doing it... eventually won you over. Now, you just sit back and let him.

Soomin, ever the observant one, notices your gaze and follows the path your eyes are tracing. She turns her head to look over her shoulder and spots Jungkook making his way towards you, a grin spreading across her face as she leans closer.

"Oh, so you're here waiting for 'loverboy' as usual." she teases. You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. "Oh, come on. He’s not my loverboy." you say, trying to dismiss her comment, though there’s a warmth that creeps into your voice that betrays your calm demeanor.

"Here she goes again." Yeji laughs, shaking her head knowingly. "You always say that, and yet he’s never not by your side." she adds, her voice full of amusement.

You look down at your lap, suddenly shy under the weight of their teasing. "He’s just… a good friend." you mumble, though deep down, you know the truth... Jungkook is just so much more than that.

"Hey, guys." Jungkook says, his voice easy and casual as he approaches the table, unaware of the playful conversation that had just taken place.

He flashes a grin at Yeji and Soomin before placing the tray of food in front of you, his movements natural and fluid as he takes a seat right beside you. They greet him cheerfully, and once you begin eating, the topic shifts seamlessly.

"Guys, oh my god, did you see the news yesterday? Spiderman stopped a bank robbery!! He looked so cool doing it." Yeji exclaims, eyes wide with excitemen.

Jungkook hides a grin behind his hand, amused by their enthusiasm, while Soomin jumps in, agreeing wholeheartedly. "He's sooo hot, oh my god." she says, her tone filled with admiration.

You chuckle at their exaggerated reactions, and Jungkook's gaze flickers to you. There's a warmth in his eyes, something deeper than before.

Ever since last night, when he discovered how you truly feel about his alter ego, his feelings for you have intensified. It’s as though a switch has been flipped, and what he feels now is so much more than before... more profound, more intense.

"I so badly want to see his face." Yeji continues, her voice dripping with longing as she playfully covers her mouth with her hands. "Like, think about the amount of handsomeness he's gatekeeping from the world under that mask." She giggles, the thought clearly thrilling her.

Jungkook can't help but smirk at the conversation, his heart thumping a little faster as his eyes linger on you. He wonders, with a hint of curiosity and something more, how you would react if you ever found out who he truly is.

Once you're ready to head to your next class, you bid your goodbyes to Soomin and Yeji, making your way out of the cafeteria. Unfortunately, this is one of those rare moments when you don’t share a class with Jungkook, but, as always, he insists on walking you all the way there.

The walk towards the classroom is filled with silence, the only sound being the soft shuffle of your steps and the occasional hum of distant conversations. Jungkook walks beside you, that familiar, easy smile still on his face, while you're trapped within your own mind, battling the conflicting emotions swirling inside you.

Each day, it becomes harder to ignore the growing pull towards him. You’ve always been able to keep your feelings at bay, but lately, every moment with him feels like a thread tightening around your heart.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to stop pushing him away. You’ve been fooling yourself, trying to deny what’s so obvious now. There’s something real here, something deeper than you ever let yourself admit.

The small things he does for you... the way he remembers the smallest preferences, the subtle gestures that show how much he cares... these are not signs of a passing flirtation.

Probably Jungkook isn’t playing games. His kindness, his attentiveness, it all feels genuine, too sincere to be anything else. Could it be possible that he’s been this dedicated all this time because what he feels for you is actually something real?

“I’ll catch you after class, Ace?” his voice breaks through the storm of your thoughts, and you suddenly realize that you've reached your classroom. You look at him, meeting his gaze, and see that same, unshakable smile. You nod, offering him a small smile in return.

“Okay then...” he trails off before playfully saluting you with a grin and turning on his heels, ready to head to his own class. But as he starts walking away, something shifts in you.

You feel the weight of everything you've been holding back for so long... the hesitation, the reluctance, the fear and suddenly, it becomes too much to bear. In that moment, you realize you can’t do it anymore. You can’t keep holding back.

“Wait !!” you call out before you even realize what you’re doing. Jungkook stops in his tracks, turning around to face you with wide eyes. He’s standing a few feet away now, the hallway suddenly feeling too quiet, too still, save for the distant murmurs from the nearby classrooms.

“What’s up, Ace? All good?” he asks, stepping closer. You swallow hard, locking eyes with him, your gaze steady, conveying an unspoken determination to finally unpack everything you’ve been feeling.

There's no going back from this. No more hiding, no more second-guessing. You’ve wrestled with your doubts long enough, and now, it’s time to be honest with yourself... honest with him.

“What time are we meeting at the concert venue?”

You gaze at your reflection, a soft smile tugging at your lips. You’re about to do the unimaginable... finally giving Jungkook a chance. A chance to take you out, to show you a good time.

Your mind drifts back to his reaction when you finally gave in.

He had been so shocked, his happiness so genuine that he couldn’t contain himself. He had practically swept you off your feet, spinning you around in excitement, his cheers echoing so loudly that even the professors in neighboring classrooms had peeked out to see what the commotion was all about.

Smiling at the memory, you grab your bag, running your eyes over your reflection one last time. Everything feels perfect... just the way you imagined it would be.

It's about 6, and the concert is set to start at 6:30pm. Jungkook had suggested that he'd meet you outside the venue at 6:15pm and after the concert, he’d take you out for dinner and then walk you back home.

It’s simple, but honestly, it’s perfect for you. Though giving in to him was a difficult choice, the excitement building within you now makes it all worth it. You can’t wait to see where this night takes you, to finally spend time with him in a way you’ve always wanted.

You take a cab, and before you know it, you arrive at the concert venue. The place is alive with energy, bustling with fans, people roaming around holding posters and chatting excitedly. You wait near the entrance, a smile fixed on your face, your heart racing with anticipation.

He should be here any minute now, and the mere thought of him sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You glance at your phone, the time flashing in front of you— 6:21 p.m.

He’ll probably be here soon, and since Jungkook has a reputation for always showing up late, you decide to give him some extra time... after all, you're nice like that.

You remain in the same spot, eyes fixed on the entrance, watching the crowd shuffle by as people get their tickets verified and enter the venue. Each person who passes by only adds to the knot in your stomach. You try to stay calm, hoping that any second now, you’ll see Jungkook running towards you with that bright smile of his.

But somehow, that moment never comes. You keep glancing at your phone, the seconds creeping by. 6:25... 6:27... 6:32...

And then, before you realize it, you're standing alone near the entrance. The crowd has long since filtered inside, and you’re left in the growing emptiness.

The guards, noticing your solitude, kindly inform you that the concert is about to start. You force a smile, awkwardly explaining that you’re waiting for a friend who’s bringing the tickets.

You cross your arms, a sense of vulnerability washing over you as you realize how small you feel in this vast sea of people who have already moved on with their evening. Another glance at your phone—6:45pm.

He’s still not here. Maybe it’s time to call him.

But of course, as if the universe itself has conspired against you, the call goes straight to voicemail. You try again. Same result. A wave of frustration builds in your chest, mixing with a strange sense of abandonment.

By the time it hits 7:00, impatience starts to bleed into worry. You expected him to be late, but not... this late. The music from inside the venue filters through the walls, a distant reminder of what you should be experiencing right now, with him.

Instead, you're left standing outside, alone, while the night continues without you. The excitement that had once bubbled within you now feels hollow, replaced by an uncomfortable sense of being left behind. You were supposed to be inside, enjoying the concert with him, not stranded here like some forgotten afterthought.

You find a nearby bench and sink onto it, feeling the weight of your own exhaustion pulling you down. The night has already taken a turn you never imagined, and yet, you can’t bring yourself to leave.

Something inside you clings to the hope that he might show up, even though deep down, you know the truth. Still, you force yourself to stay, to wait, just in case.

But time drags on. 8:00 p.m. passes in a blur, and then 8:45 p.m. follows soon after. He's still not here. The longer you sit there, the more the crushing weight of your emotions presses down on you. It’s like something inside you is slowly breaking apart, unraveling piece by piece.

Your chest tightens, and you feel nauseous... not from the food you didn’t get to eat, but from the overwhelming wave of hurt that seems to take over every inch of your body.

You've lost count of how many times you've called him. At first, it was in the hope that maybe something came up, maybe he just needed a minute. But after the countless unanswered calls, the realization hits you like a freight train... Jungkook had stood you up.

And it stings more than you ever imagined it could.

By the time it’s 9:36 p.m., you finally notice the crowd emerging from the concert venue. They all look so happy, so full of life, with bright smiles and hazy eyes, as if the night was everything they hoped it would be.

But for you? It’s like everything had shattered. The sharp contrast between their joy and your deep, empty ache is enough to make your heart feel hollow.

You feel like a fool. All this time, you were waiting for someone who never showed up, for someone who clearly didn’t value your time or your feelings.

With your head down, you begin to follow the crowd out of the venue. You don’t make eye contact with anyone... you don’t want them to see the quiet hurt written all over your face. All you can do is walk, every step heavier than the last, as you try to hold yourself together.

As you walk further and further from the concert venue, the quiet of the night wraps around you like a cold, suffocating blanket. The hum of the city feels distant, the bustling crowd now far behind you.

And with that silence, a single tear escapes your eye, trickling down your cheek. You quickly sniffle, wiping it away, furious at yourself for letting it fall. This... this is exactly why you were so paranoid, so hesitant in the first place. You were scared of this. Scared of letting someone in, only to be left standing alone.

Your vision blurs with the mix of emotions swirling inside, but you force yourself to look up at the sky, willing your tears to stop, praying they won’t fall anymore.

With a shaky breath, you pull out your phone, desperate to distract yourself. Your thumb scrolls aimlessly through the screen, trying to avoid the thoughts that threaten to consume you. But then, the latest news catches your eye.

"Spiderman Rescues Family from Burning Building"

The headline stands out among the others, and for a moment, you're frozen. You scroll further, reading more articles, hoping the news will help you forget the mess of your own emotions.

"Spiderman Dashes into Fiery Inferno to Save Trapped Children" "Masked Vigilante in Action: Spiderman Saves Dozens from the unexpected fire."

But as you read the headlines, a deep sense of irony gnaws at you.

Well, at least this Spiderman guy was showing up on time to save people’s lives, you think bitterly to yourself. Here’s someone who doesn’t make excuses, someone who actually follows through with what he promises.

And then there's Jungkook. The one who had practically begged you for a chance to take you out, only to leave you waiting, completely abandoned and alone.

You're so engrossed in the article you're reading that the world around you begins to blur. The flashing images of Spiderman saving lives seem to temporarily distract you from the sinking pit in your stomach.

But as you continue to scroll, an unsettling shift in the atmosphere pulls you from your thoughts. You suddenly realize the alley you're walking through has grown eerily quiet. The bustling sounds of the city seem to fade into nothingness, replaced by an unnerving stillness that sends a chill down your spine.

Just as you register the ominous change in your surroundings, an unfamiliar voice cuts through the silence. "Well, well, well... What do we have here?" The words drip with malice, each syllable sending a shiver down your spine. You snap your head around, your heart immediately leaping into your throat.

There, standing in the shadows, is a group of four men. Their eyes are fixed on you, their smiles twisted into something dark and predatory.

A sharp intake of breath escapes your lips as your pulse quickens, and instinctively, you step back, your feet heavy and uncooperative. Your mind screams at you to run, but your legs feel weak, as though they’re unwilling to obey.

The cold air around you seems to freeze, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. You curse yourself silently, realizing too late how foolish it was to carelessly venture into this alley... one that looks too shady, too quiet, too dangerous.

"Don’t be scared, sweetheart." one of the men says, his grin widening, his teeth glinting under the bright moonlight. His voice drips with cruel amusement, and the other three step forward, the sound of their footsteps sending a tremor through your already fragile composure.

Your body instinctively takes another step back, but the weight of their gaze pins you in place. Every instinct in your body screams at you to run, to escape, to get away... but the terror coursing through you is paralyzing.

You can't think. You can't move. The fear is suffocating, and you're trapped under their gaze, unable to do anything but stand there, frozen.

"We just wanna have fun, beautiful." the same man calls out again, his voice a twisted mockery of sweetness. The words slither in the air, sending a rush of panic through your chest.

Your breathing grows erratic, shallow, as the weight of their intentions becomes painfully clear. You can feel the blood in your veins turning cold as your fight-or-flight instincts surge to life.

In an instant, it's as if a fog has cleared, and your body reacts before your mind even registers. You whirl around and start running, your feet pounding against the rough ground.

Your heart races, the beat hammering in your ears, the only sound louder than your frantic footsteps is the deafening laughter of the men right behind you as they mercilessly chase after you.

It’s as if they thrive on your fear. The sound of their boots slapping the ground echoes in the alley, relentless and close, sending a fresh wave of terror surging through you.

This alley is like a maze to you, completely unfamiliar, and the more you run, the more hopeless it feels. You don’t know where you’re going... just hoping for some miracle, some escape.

Every turn you take feels like you’re running deeper into the trap, their laughter reverberating around you, a sickening reminder of how far out of your control this has gone.

Tears spill down your face now, hot and stinging, mixing with the fear clawing at your chest. You just wanted a normal night, a fun time, a simple date. Instead, you're running for your life, your every breath coming out in ragged gasps.

This was the worst possible turn of events, and you absolutely hate it.

In the chaos, your foot catches on something, your ankle twisting painfully as you lose your balance. You don’t have time to react, your body toppling forward as the ground comes up to meet you.

A sickening scrape sounds as your knee crashes against the rough, jagged concrete, the sharp sting of pain shooting through your leg.

For a split second, everything is frozen... your breath caught in your throat, your body sprawled on the ground, knees scraped and bloody. The echoes of the familiar laughter seem to grow louder, nearer, filling the space around you like a nightmare you can't wake from.

And just like that, the men close the distance, their boots stopping mere inches from you as they loom over your crumpled form. Their smirks are triumphant, twisted with a sense of sick satisfaction, as though they've already won whatever vile game they’re playing.

"You shouldn't have ran like that, princess." the leader sneers, his voice dripping with mockery. He tilts his head, staring down at you as if you’re a pathetic little thing he’s cornered.

"Look at you... all scraped up and trembling. Such a shame." His words slither through the air, making your skin crawl.

You’re shaking uncontrollably now, your hands bracing against the cold, rough ground as you instinctively push yourself back, desperate to create even a shred of distance. But they move forward with you, step by step, their shadows stretching over you like a suffocating shroud.

"Please..." The word falls from your lips, broken and barely audible, a breathless whisper of desperation. Your tears blur your vision as they keep streaming, unchecked and unending. "Please leave me alone..." you plead, your voice cracking under the weight of your fear.

One of them chuckles darkly as he strides closer. "Oh, we will, darling." he says, his grin widening with something cruel and sinister. He crouches down, his knees cracking slightly as he brings himself eye-level with you.

The proximity makes your breath hitch. "But not so soon." he says, his smile is razor-sharp, the kind that makes your stomach churn.

"Look at you..." he murmurs, his voice low and taunting. Slowly, he raises a hand, the movement making you flinch violently. But it doesn’t stop him. He drags the back of his knuckles down your cheek, his touch slow and burning, like he’s savoring your helplessness.

You gasp, the air caught in your lungs as you jerk your head back, straining to pull away. "Don’t be shy..." he coos, leaning closer, his breath fanning your face.

The metallic tang of your scraped knee mixes with the acrid stench of sweat and smoke clinging to him, making you feel even more nauseous.

You try to glance over his shoulder, frantically scanning for someone... anyone, to come to your rescue. Your heart pounds as your eyes dart around, searching for an escape route that doesn’t exist.

The moon shines bright tonight, illuminating the men’s devilish smirks, making their expressions even more menacing. As the man’s hand inches closer to your face, the air behind the gang seems to shift, a subtle disturbance that pulls your focus.

Your breath hitches, and your tear-filled eyes widen as you catch a clear sight of a figure descending through the air... a silhouette both strikingly familiar and entirely surreal.

Before you can fully process what’s happening, a sharp, wet squelching sound cuts through the tense air.

The man crouched in front of you lets out a muffled yell, his voice quickly stifled as sticky, glistening webbing splatters against the back of his head and encases his entire face.

He stumbles back, clawing at his face, but the more he struggles, the tighter the strands seem to stick.

You gasp, frozen in place, your heart pounding against your ribs. The sudden movement has drawn the attention of the other three men, and they whirl around, their shock evident as they come face-to-face with the figure that has just landed, only a few feet away.

Their expressions twist into disbelief, and one of them stammers. “Is... is... th-that... is that...S-Spi... Spiderman?”

The name reverberates in your mind, almost surreal. You blink, still trying to make sense of the situation. Was this really happening right now?

The man at your feet continues writhing, desperate to peel the webbing from his face, but your focus shifts. Spiderman doesn’t give the others a chance to react.

With a swift, effortless motion, he launches himself into the air, his body moving with a fluidity and precision that you’ve only ever seen in the numerous viral clips circulating on social media.

Before the nearest thug can draw his weapon, Spiderman swings low, his legs extended, catching the man square in the chest. The force sends him sprawling backward, crashing into a stack of crates that splinter on impact.

The remaining two men shout in alarm, their bravado crumbling as they scramble for some semblance of control. Spiderman doesn’t stop. Launching himself onto the wall of the alley, he runs along its surface, the soles of his boots clinging effortlessly.

He shoots another web, snagging a metal trash can, and hurls it with precision. It connects with the second thug’s hand, sending a knife skittering across the pavement. The man yelps, clutching his wrist, but before he can retreat, Spiderman flips through the air, landing right in front of him.

A quick jab followed by a sweep of his leg sends the man crumpling to the ground.

The final thug, now trembling, looks between his fallen companions and Spiderman. “I... I don’t want any trouble!” he shouts, raising his hands.

“Oh, you’ve got plenty of trouble.” Spiderman retorts, his voice calm but laced with authority. With a flick of his wrist, another web shoots out, pinning the man’s arms to his sides. He stumbles back, stuck against the brick wall, writhing futilely.

You sit frozen on the cold ground, unable to look away as Spiderman surveys the scene. His movements are controlled, efficient, as if this is just another routine patrol.

Finally, he turns towards you, his masked gaze locking onto yours. Though his eyes are hidden behind the opaque lenses of his mask, the slight tilt of his head exudes concern. He doesn’t say a word, just quietly observes you, or at least that’s what you assume he’s doing.

With slow steps, he moves closer, crouching down in front of you. Yet, unlike the men who had terrified you moments ago, his presence doesn’t evoke fear. Strangely, you feel a sense of safety. Your breathing remains uneven as you stare at him, catching a fragmented reflection of yourself in the glossy eyes of his mask.

“Thank… thank you.” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, his hand moves hesitantly, almost unsure, before brushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. The gesture is gentle, and for a fleeting moment, it feels oddly familiar... like a memory or a déjà vu you can’t quite place.

But your mind is too frazzled, too overwhelmed to make sense of it.

Still silent, he rises to his full height and extends his hand towards you. The gesture is simple yet reassuring, his gloved palm outstretched as if to say, Trust me.

You hesitate for a second, searching his masked face for answers you know you won’t get, but eventually, you place your trembling hand in his.

With a careful tug, he helps you to your feet. The moment you shift your weight, however, a sharp pain shoots through your leg, and you let out a small yelp, nearly losing your balance.

Instinctively, his other hand settles around your waist, steady and reassuring, as if he anticipated your faltering step. The contact is firm yet gentle, grounding you in a way you didn’t realize you needed.

He pulls you closer, his presence commanding yet calming, and guides your arms around his shoulder.

“Hold on tight.” he murmurs, his voice low, a quiet reassurance that leaves no room for doubt. You blink, startled, still trying to piece together what he’s about to do.

Before you can even question him, he raises his free hand, aiming it with precision. A sharp thwip cuts through the air as a strand of web shoots out, latching onto the edge of a distant building.

And then, with a sudden jolt, you’re airborne.

A gasp escapes your lips as the ground disappears beneath you. Instinctively, your grip tightens around him, your fingers clutching at his suit as if your life depends on it. Well in this case, it does actually.

The rush of wind tears through your hair, and your heart pounds in your chest as he swings effortlessly between the towering buildings.

Despite your initial panic, his hold around your waist is unwavering and firm like he's silently assuring you that he won't let you go, won't let you fall.

It’s surreal... the way he moves with such fluidity, his motions precise and calculated, almost as if he’s done this a thousand times before. Each swing feels like a dance between gravity and defiance, the world blurring around you as he carries you through the cityscape.

Before you can fully process the ride, he lands with practiced precision on the pavement outside your apartment building.

The abrupt shift from soaring through the air to solid ground leaves you momentarily disoriented. You exhale shakily, your heart pounding relentlessly from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

His hands release their steady grip on your waist, but he doesn’t immediately step back. Instead, he lingers, watching you closely, as though ensuring you won’t falter.

Your fingers are still clutching at his suit, a reflexive hold from the chaotic blur of moments before. It takes a few seconds before you register that you’re safe, your mind catching up to the fact that you were literally flying just moments ago.

That was, without a doubt, the most insane thing you’ve ever experienced in your life.

Finally, your gaze drifts away from him, focusing instead on the familiar outline of your apartment building. The normalcy of it feels almost jarring after the surreal turn your evening has taken.

You take a cautious step forward, putting some distance between you and the masked hero as you try to untangle the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in your mind.

How did Spiderman know where you lived? Did superheroes have some kind of uncanny ability to figure out people’s addresses? Or was it just a lucky guess? The absurdity of the question makes you pause mid-step, your mind scrambling for some kind of explanation.

You turn around to face him again, your thoughts still a jumble. "How... how did you know where I—"

But before you can even finish, the familiar thwip slices through the quiet night. Your words falter as you watch him propel into the sky, his silhouette a fleeting shadow against the dim glow of the city.

He’s gone. Just like that. Swinging effortlessly through the labyrinth of buildings, leaving you rooted to the spot, your unfinished question dissolving into the stillness around you.

Maybe he was in a rush... he’s a superhero, after all. People probably needed him more than you did now. But the thought doesn’t soothe the ache of unfinished gratitude sitting in your chest.

You didn’t even get to thank him properly... for saving your life, for pulling you out of the nightmare of that alley, and for bringing you home safely.

The faint echo of his departure lingers, merging with the soft hum of the night, as does the strange medley of emotions swirling within you.

Gratitude and confusion take the forefront, but there’s something else, something deeper and unnameable, tugging at the edges of your thoughts.

You glance up at the sky where he disappeared, your heart heavier than it was just moments ago. A superhero had saved you, yet all you can think about is how familiar something about him felt... and how impossibly far away he seemed now.

part 2 ->

check out-> drabble 1; the one with the damn suit

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it would have been fine, if you weren’t so clueless. you took his actions as nothing more than him being friendly, and comfortable with you and sure - you both dated other people, but he’d made it abundantly clear to every woman in his life that you came first in the peking order. naturally, this didn’t make them stay long.

he had a deep, twisted sort of obsession when it came to you, constantly needing you close, wanting to hold you, smell you, caress you in anyway possible. you let him, of course - you were a sweet little thing, you always assumed it was normal despite everyone in your life questioning it. you were asked a million times a week whether you and jungkook were dating to which you’d always tilt your head, mumbling out a confused no. whenever he was asked, he’d simply smirk, and shrug his shoulders, playing the ambiguity card.

you weren’t sly, however. he could see right through you. no matter how innocent you’d act, he knew you enjoyed the attention, craved it and needed it in a way that resembled himself - you were a mere reflection of one another. he had just come to understand his feelings first.

y/n and jungkook, a simple pair. you couldn’t find one without the other, and despite him being the openly touchy and expressive one out of you both, the only person who thought it was friendly was you. the irony was, you knew deep down it was all a facade you were keeping up in hopes he would never stop. it felt too good to change the game now.

even now, jungkook knocked on your door at 2 in the morning, hair messy, coming from one of the libraries after a long PHD study session. you sleepily rose from your bed, already half way to dreamland as you lazily opened the door. though you weren’t expecting him, you knew it could only be him knocking.

“did i wake you?” he murmured quietly as you yawned against the door, letting him in.

he walked in, placing his bag and shoes by the entrance whilst he watched you sleepily turn back to your bedroom. “mm, but it’s okay.”

he followed you in, watching you snuggle back against your pillow. “scoot over.”

you did exactly that, shuffling, watching as he joined you in your bed, taking over a large majority of the space. you groaned a little as his hands found your hips, large fingers pressing into your skin whilst he pulled you into his chest with utter ease.

“smell good.” you purred, curling your face into his neck. he felt himself visibly relax, breathing in the scent of your hair.

“it’s the cologne you got me.” he murmured down at you.

you groaned in response, pleased at his answer.

if anyone were to see you both right now, the last possible thing they’d ever assume you to be was friends and yet here you were. best friends, even, through thick and thin. you’d learnt not to question jungkook’s wandering hands, how it brushed your ass every time he ran it up and down your back. he, in return, didn’t question you on the way you’d steal his clothes, curling into them whilst demanding to lay on his chest, wrapped tightly in his thick biceps. a mutual understanding, if you will.

“hey, we’re still on for tomorrow right? jimin’s party?” he whispered down, causing a subtle shiver down to go down your neck.

you huffed a little. “yes. now shut up, i’m sleepy.”

he grinned at that, bunny teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he pressed quick peck to the top of your head, finding himself joining you into dreamland.

—

you could hear the boom of jimin’s house minutes before you’d even arrived, offering a look over at your best friend yejin who was a giggling mess at the back seat of the uber. the blonde haired boy was notorious for his gatherings, unlimited alcohol thanks to his connections, and a gathering of people that rivalled multiple parties combined. he was a self proclaimed man of the people, offering his large home as a service to society. or so he claimed.

you slipped out once you’d arrived, pulling the hem of your tiny little dress down. the vibe for tonight was to have fun, find someone, get drunk, get ruined all before cosying back up in your warm, big bed. it didn’t feel like too much to ask for, and jimin’s party was the prime location to do it.

you followed yejin inside the too large house, immediately saying hi to people upon your arrival. within minutes, you’d both done your round, and you were finally walking up to your friends who were all mingling in the kitchen.

“hi.” you squealed at the sight of your party host, who grinned widely before giving you a big hug. “having fun so far?”

“jimin, this is insane.” you laughed, taehyung wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “more than insane, should of seen what happened 20 minutes ago, some girl slapped her boyfriend for flirting with someone else.”

“yeah well, had to try out do the other one.” jimin quipped, referencing his previous gatherings whilst already preparing you a drink.

“the fact you’ve managed that is insane.” yejin grimaced whilst taking a sip of the concoction yoongi had prepared.

your eyes flickered to the tall, tatted boy stood by the wall, back pressed against the surface. a loose tshirt sat on his figure, and though it shielded you from seeing the hard panels on his body, the sheer expanse of his shoulders were enough to have your legs move towards him within seconds.

jungkook was staring at you, gaze as intense as ever. his tongue draped over his bottom lip momentarily, wetting it at the mere sight of you. “hi.” he murmured down at you, lowering his head so his lips would graze your ear just slightly.

a shiver went down your spine. your fingers reached for his stomach, clutching his top gently. “already drinking? thought you’d wait for me.”

“been nursing it. don’t drink that.” he moved the cup jimin had given you out of your hand, preparing one for you instead. he was possessive like that, small acts that you could never pin point.

“hm? this tastes good.” you hummed, resting against him.

his arm slipped around your waist, done too casually despite the weight of it on your body. his eyes wandered over the tiny dress you were wearing, eyebrows furrowing.

“is this new?”

you peered up. “yeah! you like it?” you twirled a little, his arm loosening slightly. “got it today, yejin said it makes my legs look good.”

he grunted, half in appreciation and other half in annoyance that your mutual friend had you dressing in such a risqué dress. the thought of other men noticing you enraged him, in a way that wasn’t normal; not that he gave a fuck.

“i do like it. aren’t you cold?” he asked with narrowed eyes, hand returning to the bottom of your back.

you grinned into your cup, tilting your head. “that’s what you’re for, duh.”

at that, a smirk formed in his lips, the thought of you needing him in a way he was only more than happy to be was comforting to his obsessive brain.

the two of you muttered away, hidden away in a corner whilst your friends chatted around you. to the naked eye, you both appeared to be much more than the best friends you claimed to be. with your hands curled onto him, feeling his abs and hard chest under his clothes whilst his own were wandering up and down your back, often dipping low enough to touch your ass.

it didn’t register in your head that this wasn’t a normal thing. that friends shouldn’t touch each other so intimately, especially not ones that were as close as you and jungkook. the mask of friendship acted as a guide for you both, offering a rope of direction despite both of you often letting go, making your own decisions that completely disregarded what was supposed to be.

“gonna go to the bathroom.” you groaned suddenly.

jungkook had been stood in front of you, leaned over so you were caged against the wall, forcing you to push his chest lightly. “want me to come with?”

“what, so you can watch me piss? does that get you off?” you teased, watching as he rolled his eyes.

his tongue pushed against his cheek. “yeah, yeah, hurry up. i’ll hold your drink.”

you giggled to yourself, loving how riled up he’d get at a mere poke or jab, before sliding out of his grip, feeling his fingers tighten against you before letting go. jungkook watched you walk away, greedily taking in every inch of skin he could get. from your legs to your arms, the way your ass looked so fucking good in that dress. he let out a quiet groan.

you walked up the stairs, avoiding the moans emitting from different rooms like the plague. slipping into the bathroom, you quickly did your business before looking in the mirror whilst washing your hands. the alcohol had allowed for a flush against your cheeks and your pupils were dilated, you felt a rush all over your body. tonight was supposed to be chill, but the air felt electric.

you weren’t sure if it was the music, the amount of people or even the selection of drinks - but you felt slightly out of it. you shook your head, forcing yourself to stay present again before you began walking back to your best friend, almost too excitedly.

unfortunately for you, by the time you were slipping back into the kitchen, your tatted friend wasn’t there anymore, with hobi letting you know he’d gone into the main foyer. you, of course, listened and snuck between multiple people, exploring the house in a bid to find jungkook.

you huffed a little, realising he wasn’t there either. curse jimin, you thought, who needed a house this big anyway? your legs travelled around the expanse of the house, feeling slightly annoyed at the loss of your best friend who was usually stuck to your hip. you knew he preferred to stick together on nights like this, so you weren’t sure where he could be.

your legs took you to the living room, finding him leaning towards a corner which made your head tilt slightly, walking over immediately only to be stopped in your tracks the second you realised what was going on.

he had a girl in front of him, tall and leggy, and it took you no time to figure out who it was. yuna. his on and off ex of two years, toxic as could be, the one woman in the entire world you truly couldn’t stand whatsoever. unbeknownst to you, everytime you’d get into a relationship or begin seeing anyone, jungkook would return to her as a distraction, in hopes of making you jealous, to evoke any emotion he physically could. was it healthy? certainly not, but he didn’t really care for anyone that wasn’t you anyway.

you weren’t privy to this information, which meant your disdain for the frankly horrible woman felt unfounded. you felt guilty whenever you’d think about it, knowing you didn’t like her simply because she had jungkook when he felt more yours than anyone else’s, not that you could ever discuss that with anyone. you huffed at the sight, arms crossed whilst staring right at them.

you both had made a pact. you’d broken up with your ex boyfriend a few months ago, and at the time you felt like it was potentially a mistake, but jungkook had talked you out of it. said if you don’t go back, he wouldn’t go back to his ex either and selfishly, you knew that was what you wanted. yeah, you might have missed your ex, but the secret possibility of having him all to yourself was too much not to indulge in. seeing him now, however, had you drowning in annoyance.

yuna’s gaze flickered over jungkook’s shoulder, noticing you stood a few metres away looking at them openly. she wasn’t very fond of you either. it was hard to stomach the fact she would always be second in jungkook’s eyes, if even that, compared to the best friend he kept so closely to him. you could call and he’d drop the entire world to be by your side, so it made her bitter, naturally. seeing you stood there, visibly losing in comparison to her made a small smirk form as she tilted her head upwards to look at jungkook, her hands suddenly sliding all over his chest and shoulders.

you scoffed, deciding you’d had enough as you turned on your heel and exited the room with a grumble. if he wanted her so bad, he could have her, you didn’t care. he wasn’t allowed to come back to yours after though, a broken promise is still a broken promise and you held a grudge like no one else.

“now what’s got you frowning at a party like this?” jin questioned as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, seemingly appearing out of no where as you trudged to the kitchen to get drunk.

“nothing. it’s stupid.” you shook your head.

“probably, but if it’s upset you, let’s talk.”

you sighed, as you grabbed the bottle of vodka, making a concoction you knew would be too strong for you to handle. you were a lightweight after all. “jungkook’s in a corner getting all close with yuna.”exess

“stupid boy.” he shook his head. “are you upset because you don’t like seeing them together?” he asked, leaning against the fridge, watching as yoongi and jimin walked in, seemingly with the same idea as you.

“what..no it’s not that.” your cheeks flushed, a cheeky grin forming on his face that jimin was beginning to rival, understanding the context of the conversation immediately. “yeah? why you getting all red then?” the younger man teased.

“shut up.” you hissed, making him throw his hands up.

“okay. let’s say for arguments sake you’re not jealous, are you really gonna let that something as silly as that ruin your night?” jin asked, bumping your hip whilst making his own drink. “you can’t let his bad decisions dictate how you feel, enjoy yourself.”

“god. boring. don’t listen to him, y/n.” jimin huffed, grabbing your arms and twirling you a little. “don’t get upset. get even.”

“huh?” yoongi asked, eyes narrowing. “okay, feels like it goes without saying that you shouldn’t listen to jimin right now.”

you were intrigued, however. “what do you mean?” you asked, peering at him.

“get even.” he reiterated with a smirk. “gotta play him by his own game.”

“yeah, well, it’s not like my ex is here.” you grumbled at him, taking a sip of your too harsh drink, making you wince. jin tutted, stealing it out of your hand and making you another, more appropriate one.

jimin’s smirk could have rivaled the cheshire cat, with the way it pinned to either side of his face, clearly loving this game. he knew about jungkook’s feelings for you, and about the hidden feelings you could barely admit to yourself - wasn’t it time he had some fun, and made sure progress was being made?

“ah, but i have something better.” he tutted, leading you out to the entrance of the kitchen so you could look out all of the people here. “so many eligible bachelors. why go for something you’re used to, when you could try something new?”

you pondered his words whilst you heard yoongi groan, taking the drink jin was preparing for you and downing it himself.

soon enough, you had found yourself the perfect man. you couldn’t really remember his name, jaehoon, jaehyun, something along those lines - not that it really mattered. he was the right fit for what you needed. you flirted in a way you knew worked best, eyelashes fluttering and a few casual touches here and there, he was practically smitten by the end.

you’d even gotten up to dance, his hands travelling all over the expanse of your stomach, your hips and hair. he was letting you know exactly what he felt and what he was thinking through his eager touch. normally, you’d feel disgusted, you weren’t someone that revelled in attention like this but it was hard to think when you were being guided by jealousy.

“wanna get out of here?” he whispered down at you, voice heavy with intent.

at first, you faltered, as though ice water had been splashed onto your face, suddenly aware of what you were doing. one look upwards and you noticed jungkook wasn’t even around you, and for some stupid reason you couldn’t rationalise, it made you angry. he broke the pact. he had you walking around the party looking for him. him and his touches, wandering hands and fleeting looks - you knew friends didn’t do that, but it was jungkook. it was okay if it was him, you preferred it even, and yet here you stood, about to make the biggest mistake of your life out of pure ego.

“yeah.” you huffed a little, carried away by your thoughts.

the man in front of you couldn’t believe his luck, you were easily one of the prettiest girls at the whole party and entirely out of his league so he wasn’t about to waste a single minute. he took your hand, smirk big whilst leading you through the house, and towards the door.

you passed some of your friends, who were all looking at you inquisitively, managing to get to the foyer before you were so rudely stopped by a hand yanking your own away from his grip.

“what the fuck are you doing?” jungkook appeared, chest big and shoulders as wide as they could be.

he was inching towards the shorter man, eyes narrowed dangerously as though something completely unfathomable was taking place in front of him.

“who are you?” his eyebrows narrowed. “let go.” you hissed at the same time, yanking your hand out of his grip.

he turned to you, eyebrows furrowing in half confusion and annoyance. “what, you’re gonna leave with this guy? are you fucking stupid?”

“what’s it to you?” your eyes were matching his in emotion, whilst the man beside you watched you both in confusion. “listen, man, she told me she was single..”

“yeah, well she’s not.” he broke eye contact; facing him once more. “touch my girl again and i’ll fucking kill you.”

that was all he needed to hear; backing down immediately and all but scurrying away. jungkook was very well known, he had a presence that made most men uncomfortable, a cocktail mix of strength and anger that anyone would shy away from. it was secretly one of your favourite things about him, you were convinced he was invincible - the thought of him being able to protect you so thoroughly had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“jungkook.” you hissed once more, anger bubbling in your stomach.

he didn’t bother to respond, grabbing you by your hips and pushing you almost harshly against the wall, secretly making sure your head didn’t bang. “what was that? leaving with some guy, you don’t even know who he was.”

“would it have been better if it was someone i knew, then?” you scoffed, hands gripping his shirt where his hardened chest sat beneath, pushing him away though he didn’t budge whatsoever. stupid, concrete body.

his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them. “you don’t fucking leave with anyone that isn’t me, you hear me?”

you rolled your eyes. “you don’t get to act all innocent with me, i’m surprised you’re not upstairs with yuna right now.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i saw you, so don’t even bother.” you huffed, pushing him by his chest once more only for him to grab your hands, pinning them to the wall above you.

“yeah? tell me what you saw, hm.” he darkly whispered down at you. “did you hear what we were talking about, or are you jumping to conclusions?”

you wiggled slightly, his chest now all but pressed against yours. this position was entirely indecent, and if either of you were more aware of your surroundings, you’d be thankful that everyone was currently too drunk to notice you.

“you said you wouldn’t talk to her anymore, that was the pact.” you hissed. “you promised and now you’ve broken it, so i can do whatever i want, you don’t get to dictate my decisions.”

he scoffed in your face, and your eyes widened lightly at the mere audacity, wiggling again against his grip. all this was doing was pushing your body tighter against him.

“you know, if you had stuck around longer than 5 seconds you would have actually heard what we were talking about.” he all but grumbled. “she approached me, wouldn’t leave me alone, i’ve spent the last 15 minutes telling her to fuck off, that i’ve only got my eyes on one girl, only have time for you.”

you stopped wiggling, his words hitting you one after the other.

“imagine my fucking surprise when i try find you, only to find some fuck leading you out of this place.” his face was dangerously close to yours. “what were you planning, y/n? trying to get me angry? was that your game plan?”

you didn’t respond, nervously keeping eye contact. your thighs were pressed against each other tightly, a sick part of you enjoying this more than anything, the way he was being a little rougher with you whilst still being protective - it made your brain sing.

“and what would you have done once you were both alone, hm? he wanted to fuck you.” he growled harshly, making you grumble under your breath. “you think a guy like that is worth fucking?”

“okay, fine, i shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. but you still broke the pact.” you weakly pushed back, your ego too high to let him win.

jungkook knew it, knew the only reason you’d gone so far was out of jealousy and it made his heart clench harshly - it felt fucking incredible. his girl, his y/n, so bothered at the sight of another woman staking their claim on him that you’d become this blind? if only you knew the way he had shut yuna down, leaving the girl practically in tears after he explained how deeply his heart and brain were intertwined into you - that he’d take morsels from you if it meant being close to you, whilst he wouldn’t even look at her twice even if she’d offer herself whole. he knew it was cruel, but in that moment, when all he wanted to do was return to you, he hardly cared.

“yeah, i did.” he murmured after a moment, slowly easing your hands back down from the wall, now pushing them back onto his chest. he could feel your fingers pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt once more. “forgive me, baby. swear my intentions were good.”

you nibbled on your bottom lip. he was still so close, his nose bumped against yours gently, “fine.” you huffed a little, despite one of your hands drawling down to his stomach, feeling the tightness of his abs beneath.

he dipped his head so your cheeks were pressing together, his lips ghosting against your ear. “now, stay with me for the rest of the night. next man i see touching you, i’ll fuck up.”

and as you both walked away, you sported a triumph grin, not only having jungkook possessively lead you to a spot on the couch, but also have his wandering hand go from your hip to firmly grabbing your ass.

—

“how much longer?” jungkook groaned alongside yoongi, who sat beside him, arms crossed and eyes closed.

the two men were sat within the confinements of what felt like a jail, but was actually a mere clothing department. surrounded by pretty dresses and a flourish of colours, the pair felt utterly out of place, dragged here by either girl. yoongi and yejin had a weird back and forth that had been building for years, incredibly similar to your own relationship with jungkook? the difference between you, however, was they at least tried to be subtle for the sake of appearances.

“god, just wait, you’re both so impatient.” yejin huffed, whilst you both chatted away in your respective dressing rooms. “i don’t know about this one.” you murmured, loud enough for jungkook to pick up on the slight tinge of anxiety in your voice.

“come out, y/n.” he gently coaxed, noticing your feet from underneath nervously shuffling.

you did exactly that, however, your hair pulled up into a messy ponytail that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from.

“wait let me see too!” yejin excitedly rushed out, the lilac tone of her dress catching yoongi’s attention.

jungkook couldn’t look away from you. a sweet grey dress that hugged every inch of you - from where it sat on your calf to the way it dipped in at your waist. it felt like your legs went on for days, your breasts accentuated. you were perfection in a bottle, and the fact you weren’t sure drove him insane.

“i really like that, actually. you look nice.” yoongi nodded in approval, yejin walking over and adjusting the straps. “oh, you are so getting this. you look hot.”

you looked over at jungkook. it was his opinion you really wanted, and you knew it wasn’t healthy, but you craved his thoughts the most. he was soaking you in hungrily, eyes dark and legs parted slightly, causing you to flicker down secretly. he was enamoured by you.

“i like it.” he grumbled. “i like it too much.”

your cheeks flushed a little, pleased with your best friend’s approval. “you sure kookie? just think this grey is too moody for a wedding, and maybe it’s too tight?”

“it’s perfect. i’m wearing black, so we’ll match.” he shook his head. yejin grinned to herself before flaunting her outfit towards yoongi who was equally as enamoured.

“ooh, are you wearing that suit we got together at the start of the year?” you excitedly asked, shuffling over to him. you were now in front of him, his legs parted as he leaned back in his chair, your body inbetween.

he was taking you in, openly. from your eyes to your lips, lips to your neck, neck to your boobs and downwards. he couldn’t get enough.

“mm, yeah. remember you saying how much you liked it.” his hands were touching you now, on your hips, sliding over the material hungrily. “i really do.” you admitted, a small, too cheeky grin forming on your face.

yejin had returned to her dressing room now, you promptly doing the same, jungkook’s hands falling off of your body, watching the dress pool at your feet from the bottom of the door. he spread his legs a little wider, accommodating for the already growing nature of his length.

“hey, you guys joining us for dinner?” yoongi asked him quietly, watching as yejin walked out, hands playing with her hair. “dunno man, might have to pass, she’s kinda tired so thought i’d take her home.”

he nodded, watching as you too came out. jungkook admired you whilst you both said your goodbyes, soon enough standing in front of him, in between his legs slightly, like before. “you don’t have to come with me if you’re hungry, kookie, i don’t mind making my own way back.”

he scoffed, whilst standing, height towering over you immediately. “gotta take my girl home, hm?”

you didn’t want to admit the pounding that formed in your chest at his words and the ease in which he said them in. he took a hold of your hand, both protective and possessive whilst leading you to the counter, not sparing you a single glance as he paid for your dress. you had known him long enough to know he’d sooner die than let you pay for anything, another thing that had you kicking your legs and screaming into your pillow.

“wait, can we go to yours instead? just remembered my house is a mess and i don’t wanna deal with that right now.” groaning into his arm whilst you walked beside him, peering up with big, hopeful eyes.

jungkook wanted to scream. as if he could say no to you.

“mm, sure. you left your stuff from last time too in case you want to shower.”

you grinned wide at the confirmation. “hm, maybe i’ll have a bath.”

within the next half hour, you were in jungkook’s bath, soapy bubbles covering your naked body whilst you hummed in delight, candles littered everywhere to create some sort of ambience. you loved coming to his place, it was much bigger and warmer than your own apartment. his scent was also everywhere, which made your brain keen.

“you hungry?” jungkook called out from the kitchen, prepared to make you a whole ass meal at your mere confirmation.

you were away with the fairies, too cozied up in the warm water and scented bubbles to even begin to hear him. jungkook frowned, realising you hadn’t responded, making him walk towards the closed door, knocking lightly and asking again.

in return, all he got was a slight hum, as though you were confused of what he was asking. without thinking, the door was already being pushed open, revealing you.

your hair was pulled up in a cute little bun, whilst your knees propped up in the water, the only sliver of skin jungkook could see whilst the rest of your body lay hidden underneath the expanse of bubbles. he watched as you peered up at him lazily, as though this was the most normal thing in the world - as though friends were supposed to walk in on each other naked.

“what did you say?” you murmured up at him whilst exhaling a little, seemingly content.

his lip quirked upwards slightly, whilst his cock thumped against the expanse of his boxers and jeans angrily. if you shifted, just slightly, just a little…

“asking if you’re hungry.” his voice has become rough, causing your eyes to flicker over to him, before slowly trailing down, noticing the way he was evidently hard.

in all honesty, you’d noticed it constantly. whether it was you waking up to his morning wood pressed tightly against you, or whether it was at parties where you’d sit on his lap only to be left with a core aching for something you weren’t sure you’d ever get.

“not really. this feels too good to leave.” a sigh left your lips dramatically, making him crouch beside you, his hand dipping in the water slightly to feel the temperature. “that does feel good.” he confirmed.

“i even put the salt thing you bought for me. feels so nice.”

if jungkook was any other man, he wouldn’t have been able to pick up on the secretive tone you were using. but, alas, he knew you better than you knew yourself, which meant he could recognise the teasing tilt to your voice with ease. you were enjoying this. you liked seeing him rock hard for you, and judging from the way your eyes kept flickering down, you were just as needy.

“yeah? mind if i join you, baby? wanna see what’s got you like this.” he was suddenly so close to your face; watching the way your pupils were dilating, your eyelids hooding whilst you offered a little nod, almost delirious.

hungrily, you watched him. he discarded his top, his jeans. he made sure your eyes were connected as he was left with his boxers, his length imprinted against the thin material, watching the way your gaze flickered down almost hungrily.

“make some room.”

it was though you were taken out of your trance, slowly pulling yourself to the corner of the massive bathtub whilst he himself got in, his boxers sat on the floor of the bathroom. jungkook rested against the opposite side of you, his back against the tub whilst you did the same, the bubbles mostly hiding you.

him, however - no he was a different story. his cock sat heavy against his stomach, pink and long, thicker than anything you’d ever seen before. it looked angry, the way it was twitching, hard and begging to be touched, visible to his sweet best friend.

he watched as you stared, little gasps leaving your mouth as you hungrily took him in. you weren’t hiding it, something he appreciated greatly.

the problem with your shared dynamic was that neither of you were shy about how you felt, making it clear to the world whilst never discussing it to one another, leaving you in this tension filled relationship where you both wanted each other in a way that felt stifling.

jungkook watched the way your chest and rose and fell, hints of your pebbled nipples coming to the surface before being hidden away once more.

“you were right. does feel good.” he casually murmured, wet hands running through his hair to keep it out of his face, as though his cock wasn’t leaking pre cum in front of you.

you weren’t sure what to say, core thumping and begging for something, anything.

he smirked slightly. “but colder than i expected.” your eyes looked up at his voice, finally listening again. “c-cold?”

“yeah. warm me up?” he tilted his head, watching as your body moved before you could even think.

you moved towards him, water sloshing, not that either of you cared, so your back was now suddenly against his chest, your naked bodies curling into one another with ease. your nudity wasn’t an issue for you, and certainly not for him, but the second you moved, you hadn’t realised this meant the bubbles were now moving away from you too.

your visibly naked body pressed against him, whilst his arm curled around you. he could see your breasts, the way they jolted with every move, causing his cock to twitch much to your non-secret enjoyment.

“feels better.” he breathed down at you, air tickling your ear, making you curl further into him. your hands were against him, one on his chest and the other at his side under the water, but your gaze had fallen directly onto his cock once more.

“pretty.” you whispered up at him. his ego was beyond anything at the minute. what do you mean his pretty little best friend was perched, naked on his chest, admiring his fat length?

he nuzzled your nose, almost condescendingly with his own, eyes dark and dilated to match your own. “yeah? you like it?”

you nodded, curling into him further whilst one of your hands drew circles against his stomach, dangerously close to where it sat. you weren’t as innocent as you looked, and jungkook fucking loved it.

his own hand curled tighter against you, fingers touching just above where your own pussy sat. “been like this since the dress shop. you looked so pretty.”

the way he was cooing at you had your eyes fluttering shut for a moment, a small grin beginning to form. “i’m happy you liked my dress.”

“i fucking loved it.” he scoffed, drawing his own circles against you. “always look so beautiful.”

the ending of his sentence was whispered down at you, as though they were words too big for either of you to hear. it did nothing to stop your grin from growing, giggling a little into him as you nuzzled closer to his chest, your fingers brushing against his cock more openly.

you watched as it twitched, whilst his own hand was beginning to fall forwards, almost cupping your heat entirely.

“kookie…” you began, nibbling down your bottom lip as you nervously looked up at him. “can..can i?”

instead of responding, jungkook took his free hand and took your own, pulling it up to his lips to plant pepper kisses all over it. your eyes were batting up at him, enjoying the affection and attention beyond anything you could ever describe, before watching him take your hand, and slowly wrap it around his dick.

your little gasp nearly had him bucking up into your hand. the way it couldn’t wrap around fully, your fingers much smaller than his and yet you wasted no time, beginning to pump him slowly, up and down.

“you’re so thick.” your voice was filled with awe, and again, his ego felt like it was about to sky rocket. jungkook wanted to close his eyes, relish the pleasurable feeling of you exploring him for the first time like he had dreamt of on so many occasions. and yet, he couldn’t look away from you, the way your eyes were hooded and your hands were moving up and down in pure intrigue. it made him want to ruin you.

“my turn.” he whispered in your ear, making you shiver. his hand that was grazing against you, now moved purposefully. jungkook ran two fingers up your slit, groaning a little at how wet you felt. despite the water growing colder each passing minute, you both felt on fire.

you let out a breathy moan, head pressing against jungkook’s cheeks as your legs opened up for him, the two of you peering up at one another.

“prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.” he huffed through a moan, your hand moving up and down his length. your faces were turned to one another, breaths mingling as your lips sat dangerously close.

god, you were so beautiful. jungkook couldn’t get over the hazy look in your eyes, the way your gaze only ever looked away to look at your hand pumping him, or his own fingers moving against you.

a loud moan left your lips once you felt jungkook push a finger in, deep and full. he wasn’t waiting for you to adjust, merely pumping it with a curled edge, hitting you exactly where you needed it. your forehead now touched his own as you adjusted your body, giving him more access whilst you too sped up your actions.

neither of you could look away, pleasuring one another as though it was the most natural thing on earth, both yearning to kiss each other and yet there still seemed to be an air of uncertainty. soon enough, he added another finger, watching as your mouth fell open and eyes shut tight.

“cmon, baby, want your eyes on me.” he whispered against you, pressing too gentle kisses to your face, making you whimper and nod whilst doing exactly that.

your hands were sloppy, almost unsure of yourself as the pleasure raked up and down your body. fortunately for you, jungkook was of the opinion you didn’t need to ever work, the concept both foreign and offensive to his mind. his hand darted out, taking a hold of your own on his cock and guided you, taking control of you whilst also fingering you, actions growing harsher.

“fuck. a pussy like this needs to be ruined. look at you; just begging to be stretched out.” his words were pounding in your brain. “bet you can’t think unless you’re leaking cum.”

you stretched your legs impossibly wider, water sloshing around you as you nodded along to his words, feeling them in the pit of your stomach. you wanted that so badly.

“jungkook, i can’t..” the moans you were letting out were loud and bouncing off of the walls of the bathroom, whilst you both grew more and more erratic.

his fingers ploughed into you, in and out, curling right against that singular spot that had you arching your back into him whilst he helped you fist his cock.

“you can.” he hissed, biting your jaw, leaving hickeys against your neck and jawline as though he had every right. “wanna feel you cum for me, sweet girl. hm? so good to me, just letting my ruin your little pussy. who does it belong to?”

“you.” you responded almost instantly, back arching as you felt something grow in the pit of your stomach. “all yours, kookie, always.”

he nodded, forcing you to look at him as he too could feel his orgasm approaching. your words were like a drug to him, feeding ever warped belief he’d ever thought. you were both on the edge, so close, so ready to break, feeling higher than ever in one another’s arms.

he pulled you in suddenly, fingers leaving your core and dropping your hand away from his own cock. you wanted to whine until you realised what he was doing, positioning your body on top of him so he could slide his cock between your slit, pushing the tip into your tight hole.

“you’re going to cum on my cock, y/n. you hear me? gonna fill you up, make sure it fucking sticks.” his words were so dark, so possessive and yet they bounced around your brain in mere pleasure.

your body was shaking, he was a tight fit, but he wasted no time, only managing to fit the tip and an extra inch inside before roughly thrusting inside of you, building on both of your impending orgasms. if you thought his fingers felt good, the painful stretch of only a part of his cock had you screaming into his face. he couldn’t stop, his hands harsh and leaving bruises on your ass as he clutched, chasing both of your orgasms. neither of you were thinking clearly, which caused jungkook to lean even closer and press his lips tightly to yours.

your brain blanked.

the movement of his lips, the way your mouths moved in unison hungrily, both of your hands moving against one another was enough to finally push you over the edge.

your legs shook whilst jungkook came too, a loud grunt leaving his lips as ropes of cum painted your walls, whilst you cried out in pleasure, the too harsh coil bursting all over your body.

you felt like you were on cloud nine, and once you had finally come down for your high, you realise you were perhaps out out of it for longer than you’d realised. your back was against jungkook’s, his arm around your waist whilst the shower head above washed both of your bodies. your legs felt weak and hard to stand on, but his grip was tight and made you steady.

“you okay?” he gently murmured down at you, with a small kiss to your forehead, causing you to nod with a little curl. “i feel so good.” you hummed, aching core a reminder of his love for you.

“good. did so good for me, sweet girl. fingered all that cum back in you too, so it’s all inside.”

his words would have scared any other girl, and yet here you were, quietly giggling to yourself like he had just said the most romantic thing on earth.

you reached over so you were turned in his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest, feeling entirely dwarfed in this position and yet it was exactly what you needed. the grin on jungkook’s lips rivalled that of a cheshire cat.

“cmon, let’s get you fed.”

the rest of the day was spent with you sat in jungkook’s arms, continuing your usual routine. you’d always been touchy, holding one another, nuzzling in one another’s neck and cuddling but this? no, this was completely different.

he had you sat on the counter whilst he cooked for you, shirtless, feeding you spoonfuls whilst he kept a hand on you at all times. later, he fed you from his lap, making sure you were full and satiated. once you were done, you both popped on a movie, watching until you felt sleepy, his arms carrying you to his bed. you slept good that night, feeling protected as you curled into jungkook’s arms, biceps wrapped around you and his fat cock hidden away in your gummy walls.

though neither of you rushed to talk about what had happened, you almost didn’t feel the need to. jungkook was yours, he always had been, and yeah you didn’t have a label, but you weren’t sure anything could accurately describe what he was to you anyway.

you fell asleep in the arms of the only man you’d ever truly cared about, body and soul, heart and mind.

—

you loved weddings more than anything else on earth. to be around people expressing joy for shared love felt pure in the sweetest of ways, and it was always an honour you held deep in your heart whenever you were invited.

you sat on a table with all of your friends. jungkook sat behind you and jimin to your right, the circular table wide and chatty, laughing with one another and clapping your hands excitedly when namjoon made his toast.

ever since that night with jungkook, things had changed. not in a bad way, oh contraire - his lips would often find your own in a sweet embrace, fleeting but gentle, his hands wandering inappropriately in their usual fashion but now it held more weight. you’d lost count on how many times he’d cum inside of you, it slowly becoming an addiction for you - you couldn’t function if he wasn’t inside you in some way. it was like a switch had shifted in both of your brains and it made you realise you didn’t want to pretend anymore, you liked his attention, yearned for it, wanted more and more and more.

you hadn’t seen him for a few days which felt like a lifetime, but your exams and your part time job kept you away from him, not that this was a deterrent. he’d send you videos you know you’d giggle at, or facetime you like he typically would. it felt different, the air had changed, and you found yourself longing for something you knew you could have.

jungkook had picked you up from yejin’s apartment, some of the other guys coming with too so you could all attend together, and he could have sworn you’d stolen his breath then and there. he’d seen you dressed for parties, or even half naked, but it didn’t compare to seeing you now. elegance dripped from every inch of you, your dress from the shop he’d bought you adorned on your body and your hair pulled back in a sweet bun, wispy pieces adorning your face. he was wearing the suit you loved so much, and the both of you couldn’t help but grin at one another.

on the ride there, the both of you sat in the back of yoongi’s car. his hand was against your thigh, possessive and meaningful and you found yourself playing with his fingers almost excitedly. you liked how visibly he wanted the world to know you belonged to him. made you feel good.

walking in, you weren’t sat together for the ceremony, with jungkook being further down in the row whilst you and yejin sat separately from the boys, much to his disappointment. this proved beneficial when he realised his position allowed for direct access to you, watching you greedily as he took you in. he couldn’t help but notice how many of the groomsmen were eyeing you up, and it made him clench his teeth but he remained quiet. a problem he’d deal with later.

the bride soon walked in, a vision in white, and jungkook watched the way your eyes utterly lit up, a little gasp leaving you. his gaze was hungry, obsessive, he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to - the way your small hands were clutched by your chest as though the mere sight of the bride had hearts pooling at your stomach. you wanted to be a bride? done, he’d get you a ring first thing tomorrow.

he was being quiet tonight, and despite now being sat behind you at the table, he’d not talked to you much. you were a slight over thinker, so you were assuming it might have been the environment, maybe he was uncomfortable at weddings? he didn’t seem uptight or anything, merely contemplative, and he was still being touchy so you assumed it was about something else as opposed to you.

silly little you had no idea that jungkook was thinking of the next steps. he’d propose to you, obviously, the title of boyfriend and girlfriend was insulting to him and he’d never stoop so low than to claim you in such a way. secondly; you’d get married, and he’d buy you a big house - he was already lined up for a high paying job that he was about to start, and he was pretty comfortable considering his family’s fortune. did you want a lot of kids? lord knew jungkook would give you a hundred if that’s what you wanted, or he’d live a life solely focused on you if that’s what you preferred. he knew you well enough to know you liked children, always cooing and complaining about baby fever to him as though he wasn’t correctly equipped to heal you from it.

after a while, you simply couldn’t take it anymore, pulling at his sleeve a little, forcing him to look at you whilst everyone ate.

“you okay?” you tilted your head at him, wispy hair falling into your face.

fuck, jungkook thought. you were beauty defined.

“yeah, i’m all good.” he confirmed, taking your tugging hand and intertwining his fingers with them underneath the table. “sorry, just been lost in thought.”

“what’re you thinking about?” you asked curiously.

he peered over your features, the way your big eyes were blinking up at him as though he held the answers to the universe.

he pressed a little kiss to your hand. “about how pretty you’d be in a white dress.”

you gasped almost immediately, catching the attention of yejin and seokjin who sat beside jungkook, before they looked away. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, chest beating hard at the insinuation of his words, gaze dropping to the way his lips quirked slightly at your reaction.

“why..” you cleared your throat. “why are you thinking about that?”

his thumb was tracing patterns against your skin, leaning closer to you for a minute. “i always think about you. feels fitting for the setting.”

your heart was beating. was he teasing you? you didn’t even need to think to know the concept of jungkook being your future husband was something akin to having heaven on earth. a man utterly, entirely obsessed with you, showering you with love and affection whilst being a six foot something adonis. the fact he was your closest, most cherished best friend since childhood only added a little cherry on top.

“shut up.” you pushed him lightly, but the dusting of pink in your cheeks was enough for anyone to notice.

soon enough, the wedding party actually began, with namjoon forcing all of you to dance and have fun, laughs being heard all around the room as you and other guests danced the night away. you knew you were lucky for having such a sweet circle of friends, all caring and uplifting, unafraid to make fools of themselves in the pursuit of joy.

you slipped away, grabbing yourself a champagne flute and heading out to the open balcony to get some air. you were having the time of your life, and despite having jungkook in your mind all of the time, it felt refreshing to be around such love whilst thinking of him. your best friend. your man.

a small smile formed on your face as you found yourself wanting to scream out loud, feeling so many happy emotions, humming a little as the nippy night air chilled the heat on your body, your exposed arms forming goosebumps.

“god, it’s loud out there.” a voice chirped to your left, making you gasp a little as you looked over.

a tallish man; blonde, green eyes. he was lanky, and resembled one of your exes. on any other occasion, you’d be ready to admit that he was undoubtedly your type, but at the minute, the only thing that could begin to occupy even one moment of your thoughts were that of big boba eyes and a bunny smile.

“you startled me.” you breathed, letting out a light laugh.

he grinned. “sorry.” he turned to you fully. “too much for you too?”

“just wanted some air. got myself a drink, so, can’t complain.”

he laughed in response with a little nod. you found yourself chatting to the stranger, finding out he was a close friend of the groom, was currently working as a lawyer, financially responsible, even had a dog. on paper, this man was the total catch and the fact he was being so openly responsive with you, it didn’t take a genius to figure out he clearly desired you.

however, you felt absolutely nothing.

sure he was attractive, but hardly anything could pull you away from the warmth jungkook provided. he felt like home. twisted, warped, dark and yet it felt safe, something you knew no one else could replicate. he’d known you since you were in pigtails, held your hand through every single thing you’d ever experienced and still stood tall. if not him, then who?

“okay, i’m just gonna ask. gotta shoot my shot, so..” the green eyed man, nate as you’d come to learn, turned to you. “are you single?”

your cheeks flushed almost instantly. you had a sneaky suspicion his interest was blooming from that angle and yet assumed the best. “oh..uh, not really.”

“that doesn’t seem like a confident no?” he tilted his head.

you bit your lip, a slight smile forming. “guess it’s complicated.”

“a girl like you shouldn’t be wasted on complicated. you deserve a clear answer.”

you peered up at him, nibbling on your lip and contemplating. “i know what i mean to him, we’re best friends…we’re more than anything i can describe, really. i don’t even know what you’d call us..i guess that’s why it feels complicated.”

nate took a swing of his drink. “what a lucky son of a bitch.”

you giggled at that, before feeling a heavy warmth against your back, thick fingers clutching the side of your hip and breath tickling the back of your neck, a single kiss being pressed against it. your brain swirled with content, recognising the touch almost instantly, as though you were tethered.

“very lucky.” jungkook all but purred into your skin, a small and almost shy smile forming at your lips.

the man beside you instantly understood this man to be the exact one you had spoken about, and the sight of you together, the way you both melted into each others touch floored him for a moment. you were right - this was the epitome of complicated. as a stranger peering in from the outside, he wasn’t sure what he’d call you. boyfriend girlfriend felt foolish, anything more would be too little, but the way you were reacting and touching one another felt fated.

he took his leave, the once disappointment that swirled in his stomach quickly replaced by an understanding - you were each other’s person. he didn’t stand a fucking chance.

“you scared him away.” you teased, whilst jungkook turned you in his arms, looking down at you with arms locked around your waist. “bad dog.”

“yeah, i guess i did.” he hummed. “been doing that with every man that comes your way for years. some slip through.”

you giggled. he wasn’t joking. not that you needed to know.

he twirled a strand of your hair. “you seem contemplative.”

“is a girl not allowed to think?”

“hm. i encourage it.” hands slowly slipped up to the small of your back. “tell me your thoughts?”

you bit your lip.

“what are we?” you asked quietly, as though afraid you’d break the peace in the quiet you shared with him.

jungkook didn’t falter, though. not that you expected him to, but you knew that it was an age long question that made most people uncomfortable. it was about time you realised that jungkook wasn’t like most people, and he hadn’t been for the past 15 years you’d known him.

he tilted his head slightly, so that your eyes would meet his directly.

“you are everything.” he simply responded. “i feel like anything i label you as is too small and it feels insulting, but i’ll take anything you give me.”

you nibbled further, nodding. “i know.” your voice came out a whisper. “i’ve always liked you to be honest. i guess i just put our friendship first because you’re my best friend, you mean so much to me.”

your admission was sweet, and he could feel it in the depths of his soul.

his finger reached up, tilting your head back gently and pressing a small kiss to your jaw. “i feel a lot more than like for you, y/n. think you’d run for the hills if you truly knew.”

“i wouldn’t.” you breathed out, pulling at his shirt, tugging. “wanna hear it. you can tell me.”

jungkook stared down at you.

“you are the only thing i ever think about.” his finger under your chin was now caressing your cheek. you were so delicate. “morning, afternoon, evening. i feel physically sick if i don’t see you, don’t touch you or talk to you. your voice alone feels healing.”

you breathed out a shaky breath of air.

“remember our pact? i don’t talk to yuna, you don’t talk to your dumb fuck ex.” you nodded.

“only reason i ever entertained her was because i couldn’t stomach the thought of him being around you, getting to hold you and kiss you. even now, i feel angry, feel sick even thinking about it ever being a reality.”

“jungkook..” you all but gasped out.

“i know it’s fucked up. i know it’s not normal, but my brain is warped. i’m obsessed with you, felt this way ever since we were kids and it’s just gotten worse and worse and worse. but i don’t care, baby. you’re it for me and i’m spending my life making sure you feel every bit of that, i don’t care if it means i have to tear this world and make a new one for you.”

your heart was beating out of your chest as you peered up at him, hands shaky and lips parted.

“you, y/n, are mine. i’m yours too.” he nodded. “so call me your boyfriend, or whatever you want, because soon enough, i’ll be standing up there with you walking down the aisle all pretty in white.”

he brought you closer.

“and even then, when you call me your husband, i’ll feel fucking sick. because it’s a cheap comparison for what i feel for you, what i wanna be for you - you’re one half of me, and i’ll never make you feel any less.”

peering into jungkook’s eyes, you saw a swirl of two things. love, undoubtedly, which swam in pools of ebony brown, curling around his iris and hugging the whites of his eyes as though it was the most natural thing on earth. behind it, bigger, stronger even, sat infatuation - deadly, all encompassing.

if you were a better woman, you’d run for the hills, recognise him as the apex predator whilst identifying yourself as his ideal prey. unfortunately for you, every line of obsession that made up jungkook’s entire being was matched within your own. you were every inch of what he was to you, you felt the exact same emotions, the same need, the same awe, the same primal want that you couldn’t explain to anyone else.

he was yours, yours alone and you’d never let him forget it.

you were both leaning in, about to kiss, reaching a new high and understanding when your name was called out from inside the building. within seconds, it seemed you were pulled away out onto the dance floor where the bride was ready to toss her bouquet, your figure hidden amongst the other excited women around you.

you turned, your intention to simply watch as red petals flew in the air, cascading through the crowd and landing gently within your hands, brushing your fingers gently until they found a home in your embrace.

jungkook watched from the balcony, small smirk forming as he too clapped alongside everyone else in the room.