HEARTWEAVE
STARRING ... SPIDEY!J. JUNGKOOK X READER
WORD COUNT ... 9.0K
SUMMARY ... in which jungkook realises his heart is caught in your web.
NOTES/WARNINGS ... PATHETIC KOOK ALERT!! cringefail!jungkook, mostly pure fluff. unrequited(?) love if you blink. slow burn(?). unresolved crush. idk i had a lot of fun writing this tho!! not proofread, so there may be mistakes 🫣
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jungkook doesn't know how to approach you.
he's seen you in passing countless times, walked your path because the two of you share the same class. he's considered saying hi, or asking if you need help with schoolwork, or literally doing anything else other than following you and staring like a creep.
the only genuine interaction the two of you have had was during freshman year when jungkook asked you to point out the lecture hall for chemistry, and you laughed and told him you were headed the same way — and just as lost as he was.
he thinks about that moment more often than he should. not because it was anything significant, but because it was the last time talking to you felt easy—effortless. before he let hesitation sink its claws into him, before he started overthinking every glance, every opportunity to speak.
now, jungkook just watches from a distance, caught somewhere between curiosity and cowardice. he wonders if you remember that day at all, if you ever think about him in passing the way he does you. probably not. he wouldn’t blame you.
still, the thought lingers. maybe tomorrow, he tells himself. maybe tomorrow he’ll say something.
jimin always makes fun of him for it, saying he’s fought villains before and yet one girl makes him shy?
“bro, you’ve literally been thrown through a building,” jimin snickers, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth. “but god forbid you say hi to a girl in your chemistry class.”
jungkook rolls his eyes, staring down at his untouched burger. he doesn’t pay jimin’s teasing any mind—he never does. it’s easy for jimin to talk; he’s never had to hide a whole second life, never had to balance midterms with stopping armed robberies. he doesn’t get it.
(though, to be fair, jimin is right. jungkook has gone toe-to-toe with some of the worst criminals in the city. yet somehow, the idea of talking to you makes his palms sweat.)
“it’s not that simple,” he mutters, picking at the edge of his tray.
jimin snorts. “right, because saying ‘hey, what’s up?’ is way harder than getting launched off a bridge.”
jungkook groans, dragging a hand down his face. he doesn’t have a good rebuttal for that. mostly because jimin’s right, and he hates that.
“it’s different,” he insists, even though it really isn’t.
jimin raises an eyebrow. “how?”
jungkook opens his mouth, then closes it. then opens it again. “because—” he starts, but the words get stuck in his throat, tangled up in excuses that don’t make sense even to him.
jimin grins, sensing victory. “you’re scared of her,” he sings, dragging out the last word obnoxiously.
jungkook scowls. “i’m not scared of her.”
“you so are,” jimin laughs. “like, imagine this. you’re mid-battle, bad guy’s got you in a chokehold, and suddenly—boom! it’s her. she’s watching. do you still pull your usual show-off stunts, or do you fumble and get your ass kicked?”
jungkook doesn’t answer.
jimin gasps, slapping the table. “you’d fumble.”
“i would not.”
“you so would.”
jungkook glares at him, but it’s weak. because, again, jimin is right. jungkook has had guns pointed at his head, has dodged death more times than he can count, but somehow, the thought of you seeing him trip over his own feet is what keeps him up at night.
jimin waggles his brows. “just talk to her, dude. it’s not that deep.”
but it is. it is that deep. because talking to you is different. talking to you is real, not some masked-up alter ego that people only half-believe in. and if he messes up as spiderman, he can hide behind the suit. if he messes up as jungkook—well.
there’s no hiding from that.
jungkook stabs at his fries with unnecessary aggression. “it’s not that simple,” he mutters again, knowing full well jimin won’t let it go.
“bro, it’s literally that simple,” jimin says, leaning back in his chair like he’s exhausted by the sheer weight of jungkook’s awkwardness. “just go up to her, say—i dunno—‘hey, you dropped this’ or something, even if she didn’t. instant conversation starter.”
jungkook squints at him. “so, lie?”
“not lie,” jimin corrects, “strategically mislead. big difference.”
jungkook exhales through his nose. “you are the worst person i know.”
“and yet, i’m the only person willing to help your pathetic ass,” jimin grins, stealing one of jungkook’s fries.
jungkook should be used to this by now. the teasing, the dramatic reenactments of how he supposedly looks when he freezes up around you (jimin does this thing where he goes stiff as a board and stares blankly into space—it’s completely inaccurate, by the way). but today, it gets under his skin more than usual. maybe because he knows he’s been avoiding this for way too long.
“whatever,” jungkook grumbles, shoving jimin’s hand away from his tray. “it’s not like i have time for dating, anyway.”
jimin rolls his eyes so hard his whole body moves with it. “oh my god, it’s not about dating. just be normal for once. be her friend. say more than two words to her that aren’t ‘thanks’ or ‘sorry’ when you accidentally bump into her in the hallway.”
jungkook hates how easily jimin reads him. it’s not like he hasn’t considered all of this before. but the thing is—he’s not good at the whole “normal” thing. he doesn’t know how to balance both sides of his life, how to let himself want something outside of the web-slinging and late-night bruises.
because what if he lets you in, and you see everything? what if you see the real him, and you don’t like what’s underneath?
“just think about it,” jimin says, shoving back from the table and tossing his empty tray onto the pile near the trash. “but not too hard. your brain might overheat.”
“ha ha,” jungkook deadpans.
but later, when he’s walking home with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he thinks about it. he thinks about it way too hard.
today is the day. jungkook is going to do it. he’s going to walk up to you, give you his biggest award-winning smile, and he’s going to ask if you want to study together.
he’s going to do it. he’s going to do it.
he’s not going to do it.
because now you’re here—actually here, walking straight toward him, completely unaware that he’s been psyching himself up for this for the past fifteen minutes.
his heart stumbles over itself.
he keeps walking, like a normal person. normal people walk. normal people breathe. normal people don’t panic just because the girl they like is getting closer with every step.
you’re looking at your phone, scrolling absentmindedly, your brows pulling together in a way that makes jungkook wonder what you’re thinking about. your bag is slung over one shoulder, earbuds in, and you look—god, you look good. not in some over-the-top, magazine-cover way, but in the kind of way that makes his stomach feel weird and his feet feel heavier than they should.
he was not prepared for this.
his brain short-circuits. every pre-planned conversation starter he practiced disappears into the void. his feet slow down before he can stop them.
he’s close enough now that he could just say something. one word. one syllable. literally anything.
you look up, and jungkook stops breathing.
and then, like the complete disaster he is, he stops walking altogether.
which is unfortunate, because you don’t.
he realizes his mistake half a second too late, just as you get close enough that you nearly crash into him. nearly, because at the last second, you sidestep smoothly, like it’s no big deal, like you totally meant to almost collide with him just to keep things interesting.
and then you smile.
“oh! hey, jungkook!”
your voice is bright, cheery, like this is just another normal interaction between two normal classmates, not the catastrophic event jungkook’s body is currently treating it as.
his brain goes static. you said his name. you’re smiling at him. did you always smile at him like that? did the hallway lights always make you look this—
“you okay?” you ask, tilting your head. “you kinda just froze.”
jungkook blinks. words. say words.
“i—uh.”
good start. solid foundation.
you don’t seem fazed by his awkwardness. instead, you just grin and shift your bag higher on your shoulder. “what’s up? where are you headed?”
this is it. this is his chance. the perfect opportunity to say something cool, something casual, something that doesn’t make him sound like he’s barely holding it together.
jungkook swallows. “library.”
…right. just one word. like a total weirdo.
but somehow, you don’t seem to notice, nodding along like that was a perfectly normal response. “same! i have a psych paper due, but i was procrastinating, so now i have to power through. you too?”
jungkook should say something. something about school, or studying, or—oh, right, the reason he even stopped you in the first place.
ask her to study. ask her to study.
his mouth opens. what comes out instead is:
“you look… happy.”
he immediately wants to throw himself into the sun.
you laugh. a surprised, airy sound that makes jungkook’s chest feel tight. “thanks? i try.”
he nods. good. cool. nailed it.
(jimin is going to clown him so hard for this.)
you shift your weight, still standing in front of him and obviously waiting for him to contribute something meaningful to this conversation. as if he’s capable of that right now.
“so,” you continue, oblivious to the fact that jungkook’s brain is actively short-circuiting, “are you studying for midterms, too? or just, like, catching up?”
this. this is his moment.
just say it, he tells himself. it’s so easy. just ask if she wants to study together. worst-case scenario, she says no, and you move on, and you never speak again, and you have to drop out of school and move to a remote island where no one knows your shame—
“yeah,” he blurts out. not an answer to your question, exactly, but something.
your smile doesn’t waver. “cool, cool.” then, as if the universe is giving him the easiest possible setup: “wanna study together?”
jungkook’s entire soul leaves his body.
because—what? what?? that was supposed to be his line. that was the whole plan. but now you’re standing there, looking at him expectantly, like this is a totally casual, no-big-deal offer.
he should say yes.
he should absolutely say yes.
“uh.”
your head tilts. “you don’t have to,” you add quickly, as if you think he’s the one who might not want your company. “i just figured, y’know, since we’re both headed there anyway…”
this is so much worse. now you’re giving him an out, and if he hesitates any longer, he’s going to look like an idiot. more than he already does.
“yeah,” he says, a little too fast. “i mean, yeah. let’s—uh. let’s do that.”
you beam, like this is the best news you’ve heard all day. “awesome! let’s go.”
then you turn and start walking, fully expecting him to follow.
and jungkook? jungkook thinks he might actually die.
not from a supervillain attack, not from getting thrown off a building—no, it’s worse than that. he’s dying because you just asked him to study, and now he has to actually go through with it.
he forces his feet to move, catching up to your side even though his entire body feels like it’s running on autopilot. this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. he was supposed to be the one taking the initiative, proving to himself (and to jimin, unfortunately) that he could be normal about this.
instead, he’s trailing after you like a lost puppy, barely keeping up with the conversation.
“so,” you say, tucking your phone into your bag, “what class are you studying for?”
jungkook opens his mouth, then immediately panics because he didn’t think this far ahead. he is studying, technically, but he didn’t have a specific subject in mind. his only plan was talk to you and try not to embarrass himself.
which—so far? not going great.
“uh, chemistry,” he says, because that seems like a safe bet.
you hum in acknowledgment. “oof, rough. you started on that assignment yet?”
“yeah,” jungkook lies, because sure. why not.
you wince sympathetically. “brutal. hope you’re not failing as bad as i am.”
jungkook lets out a weak laugh. hope you’re not failing. if only you knew the things he actually had to juggle on top of school. but no big deal—he can totally pretend to be a normal college student for a couple of hours.
the library comes into view, and suddenly, it hits him—he’s about to spend an actual study session with you. at the same table. breathing the same air.
“you good?” you ask, shooting him a curious glance.
jungkook clears his throat. “yeah. just—uh. mentally preparing.”
you snort. “for studying?”
“yeah.”
you shake your head, laughing. “you’re a little weird, huh?”
jungkook nearly chokes.
but you don’t say it in a bad way. you’re smiling as you say it, like you find it endearing. like it doesn’t make you want to walk away. jungkook has no idea what to do with that.
his brain is still buffering by the time you step through the library doors, pushing them open with ease. this is just another regular day for you, like you didn’t just tell him—straight to his face—that you think he’s weird.
and that you don’t seem to mind.
he follows in a daze, letting the cool, quiet atmosphere of the library settle around him. there are plenty of empty tables scattered throughout the study area, but you don’t hesitate, making a beeline for a spot near the windows. sunlight spills over the wooden surface, and you plop your bag down, evidently having claimed this space a hundred times before.
“this seat good?” you ask, pulling out a chair.
jungkook nods dumbly. “yeah. good.”
(why does he sound like he just learned how to talk?)
you don’t seem to notice his internal struggle. instead, you pull out your laptop, sliding into the chair with the kind of ease that makes him jealous. how are you so normal about this? why does it feel like this is just a casual, no-pressure situation for you, while jungkook is actively fighting for his life?
he sits down, trying to regain control over his body. trying to focus on literally anything other than the fact that he can smell the faint scent of your shampoo from here.
(focus, he tells himself. be normal.)
you glance at him as you open your laptop. “do you need to charge anything?”
jungkook blinks. “huh?”
you gesture toward the outlet beside the table. “your laptop? phone? charger?”
right. yes. because normal people bring chargers to study sessions. normal people actually bring their school stuff.
slowly, with the painful realization that he is so unprepared for this, jungkook unzips his backpack and stares into the absolute void of nothingness inside.
no laptop. no charger. no notebook.
just… snacks. and, for some reason, an extra pair of gloves. his stomach sinks.
you peer over curiously. “uh—did you forget your stuff?”
(lie. lie, you absolute idiot.)
“yeah,” jungkook says, forcing a laugh that does not sound normal. “guess i left it at home.”
you blink at him. then, without missing a beat, you shrug. “that’s fine! we can just share.”
his brain nearly explodes. “what?”
you gesture toward your laptop. “i mean, if you’re studying chemistry, i have my notes from last semester. we can go over them together?”
together.
as in, sitting close. looking at the same screen. existing in the same breathing space.
jungkook swallows. he is not ready for this.
but somehow, he forces his legs to move, pulling his chair closer so he can see your laptop screen. the metal legs scrape lightly against the floor, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet library, but you don’t seem to care.
you rest your elbows on the table as your laptop boots up, fingers tapping absently against the keys. “so, chemistry,” you say, glancing at him with a playful smirk. “you’re totally failing, huh?”
jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, hoping it doesn’t sound as nervous as he feels. “i mean. define failing.”
“oh my god.” you laugh, shaking your head. “yeah, okay, you definitely need this.”
your screen flashes on, illuminating your face as you navigate to your files. but jungkook isn’t looking at your notes.
because just before you click away, his eyes catch something else.
an open tab. a news article.
Spider-Man: Hero or Menace? City Officials Weigh In.
his heart jumps straight into his throat.
he doesn’t mean to react—doesn’t mean to tense up, doesn’t mean for his fingers to curl against his jeans—but it happens before he can stop it.
you don’t notice right away, too busy sorting through your documents. “i think i have an old study guide in here somewhere,” you mumble, scrolling. “oh! do you wanna—”
then you pause. jungkook can feel the exact second you realize where his attention is. you glance at the screen, then back at him.
“oh,” you say, blinking. “you’re a spider-man fan?”
he should lie.
he should lie, laugh it off, make some offhand comment about how everyone is at least a little curious about the city’s masked vigilante.
but his throat feels tight, and his brain is still processing the fact that you—of all people—were reading about him.
his hesitation must look weird because you tilt your head, smiling lightly. “i mean, i don’t blame you. he’s kind of cool, right?”
(kind of cool.)
jungkook swallows. “uh. yeah. i guess.”
you glance at the article again, then back at him. “i was just skimming,” you say, feeling the need to explain yourself. “some people in class were talking about him, and i realized that i don’t actually know much about him, so—” you gesture vaguely at the screen, “—research?”
jungkook’s head is spinning. “research,” he echoes.
you nod, chin resting in your palm. “it’s kinda crazy, though. no one even knows who he is.”
he forces himself to breathe. to relax. to be normal.
“yeah,” he says, voice even. “crazy.”
you huff out a laugh. “what do you think? hero or menace?”
jungkook blinks. “what?”
you nod toward the article, eyes bright with curiosity. “the headline. do you think he’s a good guy? or is he, like, actually sketchy?”
he should say something neutral. something vague. something that won’t give him away.
but for some reason, looking at you—sitting there, genuinely wondering, genuinely curious—he can’t stop himself from asking:
“what do you think?”
you blink, surprised by the question. but you consider it, eyes flicking back to the screen as you chew on your bottom lip.
then, finally, “...i think he’s just trying his best.”
jungkook’s stomach flips.
you shrug, scrolling absently through the article. “i mean, yeah, the whole vigilante thing is kinda illegal, but—” you pause, then shake your head, like you’re struggling to find the right words. “i don’t think he’d do all this if he didn’t care, y’know? like, he doesn’t have to help people. but he does anyway.”
you turn back to jungkook, smiling softly. “so yeah. i think he’s a good guy.”
jungkook is silent.
because suddenly, sitting here, right next to you and hearing you say that, he’s pretty sure you just turned him into an even bigger mess than he already was.
jungkook doesn’t know what to say. he just sits there, staring at you, heartbeat in his ears, hands curled into fists beneath the table.
he’s just trying his best.
he swallows hard. you have no idea.
but you don’t seem to notice his internal crisis, already clicking away from the article, pulling up your notes like this conversation didn’t just make his brain short-circuit.
“okay, so, chemistry,” you announce, stretching your arms over your head before settling in. “i have, like, three different study guides, so take your pick.”
jungkook is still trying to remember how to function as a person.
he clears his throat, shifting in his seat, eyes flicking away from you as if that will help him not think about what you just said. “uh. yeah. sure.”
you hum, scrolling through your files. “oh, also—before i forget.”
he glances up. “huh?”
you flash him a grin. “you should totally tell me your opinion on spider-man sometime.”
jungkook chokes.
he should’ve seen that coming.
his reaction is immediate—too immediate, too obvious, and you blink at him like you weren’t expecting that much of a response.
he forces himself to play it off, coughing into his fist. “uh—why?”
you tilt your head, amused. “you just seemed interested, that’s all.”
interested? yeah, that’s one way to put it.
you shrug, tapping at your keyboard. “not now, though. we’re totally studying. no distractions.”
(no distractions. funny.)
jungkook nods, gripping his pencil a little too tightly. “right. studying.”
but as you start explaining your notes, flipping through equations and diagrams, jungkook isn’t paying attention, because all he can think about is the way you looked when you said it. like it was obvious. like you didn’t even have to think twice.
"i think he’s a good guy."
yeah.
he’s so not ready for this.
the next time jungkook sees you, he’s in the suit.
he doesn’t expect to find you all the way across town, so far from campus—especially not here, where the streets are rough and the people are meaner. and he definitely doesn’t expect to see you sprinting full-speed down the sidewalk.
his stomach drops. and then he sees why.
before he can think, before he can second-guess, his body moves on instinct.
jungkook swings down without hesitation, landing hard on the pavement just a few feet ahead of you. the second you see him, you skid to a stop, sneakers screeching against the concrete.
“whoa—” you breathe, wide-eyed, chest rising and falling from the sprint.
but jungkook isn’t looking at you. his focus is already behind you, on the two men barreling toward you from the other end of the street.
his web shoots out before they can get any closer, yanking the first guy clean off his feet and sending him crashing into a lamppost. the second guy isn’t any smarter—he reaches for something in his jacket, but jungkook is faster, spinning and kicking the guy square in the chest before he even has a chance to react.
it’s over in seconds. too easy.
but the part jungkook wasn’t prepared for—the part making his heart pound harder than the fight itself—is you.
because when he finally turns back around, you’re still standing there, staring at him like you’ve just seen a ghost.
he swallows. he should leave. he should web them up, say something cool, and leave.
instead, he says, “you good?”
you blink at him. your breathing is still uneven, adrenaline still high, but... you smile.
“yeah,” you say, nodding. “that was… really cool.”
jungkook has been shot at before. he has been punched through windows, thrown into walls, nearly crushed by collapsing buildings. but somehow, this—you, standing there, grinning at him, eyes bright—is what almost knocks him on his ass.
he clears his throat, trying to regain control of his entire existence. “uh. yeah. just—y’know. doing my job.”
you huff a laugh. “well, thanks for that.”
(you’re thanking him. you’re actually thanking him.)
jungkook knows he should leave. he knows this.
but instead, his eyes flick to your bag, then back up to your face.
“what are you even doing here?” he blurts.
you blink, surprised by the question. “uh. getting very nearly robbed, apparently.”
jungkook exhales sharply. great. real smooth.
you shake your head, adjusting your strap. “i was just picking something up for my friend. obviously didn’t think that one through.”
jungkook doesn’t say anything, just clenches his fists at the thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t been here. if he hadn’t been on this side of town tonight.
“seriously, though,” you continue, tilting your head at him. “you okay?”
jungkook freezes. “what?”
“you just… looked kinda tense for a second.”
his brain short-circuits. because what kind of person almost gets mugged and then asks if their rescuer is okay?
he shakes his head, stepping back, forcing himself to get it together. “yeah. i’m good.”
you don’t look convinced. but you nod anyway, shifting on your feet.
“…guess this is where you do the whole mysterious-hero thing and disappear, huh?” you joke lightly.
jungkook should, he needs to. but he hesitates. because for the first time, standing here, watching you look at him like this, he wonders. if he took off the mask right now...
would you still look at him the same way?
jungkook needs to leave. he should web up the guys groaning on the pavement, throw out a quick “stay safe,” and disappear into the night like he always does.
but he doesn’t.
because you’re still looking at him. really looking at him. and for some reason, that makes it impossible to move.
he swallows, gripping his fingers into fists at his sides. don’t be stupid. don’t linger. don’t let yourself wonder. his fingers twitch and he almost—almost—reaches up.
but then you sigh, shaking your head with a small, amused smile. “well, thanks again, spider-man,” you say, rocking back on your heels. “i should probably get going before more weirdos show up.”
just like that, the moment shatters.
jungkook blinks, the weight of reality crashing back in.
right. spider-man.
not jungkook. not a guy who shares your chemistry class, who has spent so much time psyching himself up just to talk to you like a normal person.
just a masked stranger you’ll forget about by morning.
he exhales, finally forcing himself to take a step back. “yeah,” he mutters. “probably a good idea.”
you nod, gripping the strap of your bag. “guess i’ll see you around?”
jungkook hesitates. he shouldn’t answer that. he shouldn’t make promises. but then—because he’s apparently the biggest idiot alive—he hears himself say,
“yeah.”
your lips twitch, eyes flicking over him one last time. and then, without another word, you turn and walk away.
jungkook watches you go, his chest tight, his heart pounding like he just walked out of a fight.
and that—the way he feels right now, standing frozen in the middle of the street, watching you disappear around the corner—is more terrifying than anything he’s ever faced.
after that first time, jungkook just keeps running into you.
you’ve been caught up in a gas station robbery. your train got derailed. been a victim in three separate mugging attempts.
either you’re trying to manifest him showing up, or you might actually be the unluckiest person jungkook has ever met.
and the worst part is you don’t even seem bothered.
the first couple of times, sure—you were a little shaken up, a little breathless, wide-eyed and gripping your bag like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. but by the fourth time he drops out of the sky to save you, you barely even flinch.
“oh,” you say, blinking up at him as he lands in front of you, cutting off yet another guy who thought it would be a great idea to corner you in an alley. “you again.”
jungkook stares. you again?
he webs the guy’s wrist before he can bolt, yanking him forward just enough to knock him out cold with one clean punch. then, once the guy is down and sufficiently tied up, he turns back to you. arms crossed. head tilted.
“...okay,” he says slowly. “you have got to be doing this on purpose.”
you snort, shaking your head as you adjust your bag strap. “oh, totally. i go wandering through crime-infested areas just hoping you’ll show up.”
he points at you. “see? that’s exactly what someone who’s doing this on purpose would say.”
you just roll your eyes, amused. “do you think i want to be constantly in danger?”
jungkook narrows his eyes. “...i don’t know. do you?”
you laugh, and something about the sound makes his stomach do something weird and annoying. “trust me, spider-man,” you say, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. “if i had it my way, you and i would never be seeing each other again.”
for some reason, that makes his chest tighten. he should let it go. he should web this guy to a fire escape for the cops to find and leave. but instead, he hears himself saying, “what were you doing here, anyway?”
you blink. “going home?”
“through an alley?”
“it’s a shortcut.”
jungkook throws up his hands. “it’s also where people get mugged!”
you squint at him like he’s being dramatic. “not all the time.”
jungkook lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “oh my god.”
you snicker. “relax. i’ll take the long way next time, okay?”
he doesn’t believe you. not even a little bit. but he can’t exactly force you to change your entire route home.
he exhales, shaking his head. “if you say so.”
you smirk, tilting your head. “aww, do you worry about me, spider-man?”
jungkook nearly chokes. “what— no. no, i—” he shakes his head aggressively, backing up like that will help him recover. “i worry about the crime rate.”
you nod, way too entertained. “right. of course.”
he glares. “i do.”
“sure, sure.”
he groans, already regretting everything about this conversation.
and then—because he really needs to get out of here before he embarrasses himself any further—he steps back, flexing his fingers before shooting out a web.
but just before he swings away, he hears you call out:
“see you next time, spider-man.”
he freezes. that almost sounded like a promise.
“dude.”
jungkook sighs. “no.”
“dude.”
“jimin, no.”
“duuuude.” jimin is vibrating in his seat, practically buzzing with excitement as he leans across the cafeteria table. “you know what this means, right?”
jungkook takes an aggressive bite of his sandwich, staring him down. “that i have terrible luck?”
jimin gasps dramatically, clutching his chest like jungkook just personally offended him. “terrible luck? bro, are you hearing yourself? this isn’t bad luck—this is literally fate.”
jungkook makes a face. “it’s really not.”
“okay, so let’s go over this one more time,” jimin says, ignoring him entirely. he starts ticking off on his fingers. “you meet this girl in class. you like her. but you’re too much of a coward to do anything about it—”
jungkook glares. “thanks.”
“—and then, suddenly, the universe just keeps throwing her in your path. over and over and over again. and not just in normal, everyday ways—no, no, no. she gets into highly dangerous situations that just so happen to require your heroic intervention.”
he wiggles his fingers dramatically. “it’s like magic.”
jungkook takes another bite, chewing slowly. “or, and hear me out—maybe she just has bad luck.”
“bad luck doesn’t land you in the same masked superhero’s path five different times,” jimin says, slapping his hand on the table. “this is literally the plot of, like, half the romcoms i’ve ever seen.”
jungkook groans, dropping his head onto the table.
“you’re actually insane,” he mumbles into his arms.
“insanely right,” jimin corrects, grinning.
jungkook lifts his head just enough to squint at him. “you’re telling me that if you got randomly mugged three times in the span of a month, you’d consider it romantic?”
jimin shrugs. “depends on who’s saving me.”
jungkook groans again, slumping further into the table.
jimin, unbothered, just leans in closer. “look, bro, all i’m saying is—you clearly have some cosmic connection to this girl. so use it.”
“use it?” jungkook repeats, deadpan.
“yes. as in, maybe instead of waiting for her next near-death experience, you actually talk to her for real.”
jungkook scowls. “i have talked to her.”
jimin makes a face. “you’ve talked to her as spider-man. that doesn’t count.”
jungkook hesitates.
because… yeah. he has technically talked to you. but barely as himself. hardly without the mask.
and the worst part? he kind of likes it that way. because spider-man isn’t awkward. spider-man doesn’t trip over his words, or overthink every interaction, or panic every time you smile at him.
spider-man is confident. quick. easy.
but jungkook? jungkook is an absolute mess.
he presses his lips together, staring down at what’s left of his sandwich.
jimin watches him, expression shifting slightly. “look,” he says, voice a little softer now. “you don’t have to do anything. but… don’t you think it’s a little crazy that she keeps showing up in your life like this?”
jungkook doesn’t answer. because yeah, it is crazy.
but what’s even crazier is the way he already knows this isn’t the last time it’ll happen.
jimin squints at him. “wait, hold on.”
jungkook braces himself, because he knows that look. that’s the i’m about to make your life hell look.
“didn’t you guys, like… study together once?” jimin asks, tilting his head.
jungkook shifts uncomfortably. “uh. yeah.”
jimin slaps the table. “exactly. so that means you already had an in.”
jungkook sighs, rubbing his temple. “what’s your point?”
“my point is,” jimin says, voice heavy with dramatic exasperation, “you had a perfectly normal, non-life-threatening interaction with her before all of this. meaning, you had every opportunity to follow up—y’know, send a text, sit next to her in class, act like a human being.”
jungkook stares at his sandwich, avoiding eye contact.
jimin’s grin sharpens. “...so?”
jungkook exhales, slumping back in his seat. “i, uh… didn’t actually talk to her again,” he mutters.
jimin blinks. “after studying?”
jungkook nods, already regretting admitting anything.
jimin’s jaw drops. “not once?”
jungkook shrugs helplessly. “i was gonna, but then—”
jimin points an accusatory finger at him. “but then you saved her as spider-man and decided that totally counted as interacting with her, didn’t you?”
jungkook opens his mouth. closes it. scratches the back of his neck.
jimin gasps. “oh my god,” he says, full-body flopping back in his chair. “you absolute loser.”
jungkook groans. “i know.”
“no, you don’t know, because if you did know, you would have done something about it.”
jungkook buries his face in his hands.
“i tried, okay? but it’s—” he groans, dragging his hands down his face, “—it’s just easier this way.”
jimin levels him with the flattest look imaginable. “easier?” he repeats. “easier how?”
jungkook hesitates. because if he says it out loud, then it’s real. but jimin is staring at him, waiting, and—well.
he’s already lost his dignity at this point.
“…spider-man is cool,” jungkook mutters finally, eyes glued to the table. “spider-man doesn’t get nervous, or embarrass himself, or say dumb shit and then want to throw himself off a building.”
jimin snorts. “oh, buddy. that’s cute. you think you haven’t embarrassed yourself?”
jungkook glares. “shut up.”
jimin is grinning now, full and unrestrained. “bro. do you realize how weird you probably sound to her? imagine getting rescued by the same guy five times in a row and every time he acts progressively more awkward about it.”
jungkook groans. “i hate you.”
“no you don’t,” jimin says, smug.
jungkook drops his head onto the table again. because, unfortunately, he’s right.
jungkook groans into the table. “okay. fine. let’s say you’re right—”
“i am right.”
“—and i have been weird about it—”
“super weird.”
jungkook lifts his head just enough to glare. “jimin.”
jimin grins, unrepentant. “continue.”
jungkook exhales sharply, scrubbing a hand down his face. “whatever. what am i even supposed to do now? just waltz up to her in class and pretend i haven’t been awkwardly saving her from disaster every other week?”
jimin shrugs. “yeah.”
jungkook stares. “you cannot be serious.”
“why not?” jimin says, stealing a fry off jungkook’s plate. “you already know she’s cool. she doesn’t freak out around you, she doesn’t think spider-man’s a menace, and she definitely isn’t scared of you—”
jungkook scoffs. “yeah, because she doesn’t know it’s me.”
jimin points at him with the stolen fry. “exactly! you have nothing to lose!”
jungkook squints. “that’s not how that works.”
jimin waves him off. “look, bro. i love you. i do. but you overthink literally everything.”
jungkook frowns. “i do not.”
jimin gives him a look so flat it could be legally classified as a murder weapon.
jungkook shifts. “…okay, sometimes.”
jimin nods approvingly. “glad we’re on the same page.” he shoves the fry into his mouth before pointing at jungkook again. “so, let’s think about this logically.”
jungkook groans. “oh, now we’re thinking logically?”
jimin ignores him. “you already know she likes talking to spider-man. you’ve literally heard her say she thinks he’s a good guy. and you also know she was cool with studying with you before you started avoiding her like a total dumbass.”
jungkook winces. “ouch.”
jimin grins. “so, what does that tell us?”
jungkook crosses his arms, scowling. “that i’m a dumbass?”
“correct. but more importantly,” jimin leans forward, voice going annoyingly dramatic, “it means you’re already in.”
jungkook blinks. “what?”
jimin gestures vaguely. “she already likes you. not just spider-man, but you-you. maybe she doesn’t have a crush or anything—”
jungkook’s face burns at the mere mention of the possibility. “dude—”
“—but at the very least, she doesn’t hate you,” jimin finishes, undeterred. “so, all you have to do is act normal for once in your life, and maybe you can stop making things harder than they need to be.”
jungkook stares at him.
jimin stares back.
“…that’s it?” jungkook asks, skeptical.
jimin shrugs. “that’s it.”
jungkook exhales.
because—okay. it does make sense. maybe he is overcomplicating things, like he always does. maybe he really is just making his life ten times harder for no reason.
but then he thinks about actually doing it. about sitting down next to you again, about saying hey like it’s nothing, like he hasn’t been a complete coward for weeks.
and suddenly, he’s panicking all over again.
“…okay,” he mutters. “sure. i’ll talk to her.”
jimin beams. “hell yeah.”
“eventually.”
jimin’s smile drops. “no.”
“yes.”
“jungkook—”
jungkook shoves the rest of his sandwich in his mouth and stands up. “gotta go, bye.”
“jungkook, don’t you dare walk away from me—”
but jungkook is already halfway across the cafeteria, ignoring the way jimin’s voice follows him, loud and accusing.
because, yeah.
maybe he’ll talk to you.
but eventually sounds a hell of a lot safer than right now.
it turns out you end up talking to him first.
jungkook barely has time to process the end of the lecture before you’re suddenly there, standing next to his desk, shifting on your feet like you’re nervous about something.
which is weird.
because you’re never nervous. not when you were nearly mugged, not when a guy pulled a knife on you, not when you looked spider-man in the eye and grinned at him like it was just another tuesday.
but now, standing here, looking at him?
you’re fidgeting.
and jungkook’s brain immediately starts malfunctioning.
“hey,” you say, voice a little softer than usual.
jungkook stares.
then, realizing that yes, this is real, he forces himself to swallow the dumb why are you talking to me that nearly slips out.
“uh. hey,” he says instead.
you shift your bag higher on your shoulder. “so, um.” you clear your throat, glancing around the emptying lecture hall. “this might be kind of random, but… do you, uh. know anyone who tutors?”
jungkook blinks. “tutors?”
you nod, still looking strangely hesitant. “yeah. for chemistry.”
chemistry.
the subject he lied about needing help with.
jungkook can feel the irony punching him directly in the face.
but beyond that, beyond the fact that he is absolutely not qualified to help you with this, there’s something else creeping into his mind.
the fact that you came to him.
out of everyone in this class—hell, out of everyone on campus—you chose to ask him.
his stomach flips.
it has to be fate, right? this is too much of a coincidence. after all the near-misses, after all the nights he spent convincing himself to just talk to you already—you end up coming to him first?
it doesn’t feel real.
but you’re still standing there, watching him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
jungkook swallows. “uh. yeah. i mean, i—” he clears his throat, scrambling to make his voice sound normal. “i can ask around.”
your shoulders drop a little, like you were bracing for rejection. “oh. cool. yeah, that would be great.”
you pause, glancing at him, hesitant. “and, um… if you hear of anyone good, could you maybe… let me know?”
jungkook nods so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. “yeah. of course.”
your lips curve into a soft smile. “thanks, jungkook.”
his breath stutters.
(oh, he is so screwed.)
and then, just like that, you wave and disappear out the door, leaving him sitting there in the empty lecture hall, gripping his desk like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
he doesn’t move for a solid minute.
his heart is still hammering, his brain is still catching up, and all he can think is jimin is going to have a field day with this.
and jimin fucking does.
“you’re actually kidding me.”
jimin is staring at jungkook like he just confessed to being an alien.
they’re in jungkook’s apartment, controllers in hand, some game running on the screen—but jimin has completely forgotten about it, pausing mid-match to turn and gawk at him.
jungkook, on the other hand, is doing his best to act normal. which is hard, considering his entire life has just been flipped upside down.
“i’m not kidding,” jungkook mutters, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. “it happened.”
jimin lets out a loud, incredulous laugh, tossing his controller onto the couch. “so let me get this straight. you—who have been avoiding this girl like she’s an actual fire hazard—you were literally just sitting there, minding your own business, and she just walks up to you? and asks for a tutor??”
jungkook grits his teeth. “yes.”
jimin cackles, grabbing a pillow and whacking him over the head with it.
“bro, fate is spoon-feeding you a love story and you’re just sitting there like a fucking brick!”
jungkook groans, shoving the pillow away. “okay, first of all, relax. it’s not a love story.”
jimin scoffs. “it could be.”
“it’s not.”
“it could be.”
jungkook sighs aggressively, running a hand down his face.
jimin flops dramatically against the couch, shaking his head. “so? what did you say?”
“i said i’d ask around.”
jimin blinks. “you said you’d—” he stops, eyes narrowing. “...ask around.”
jungkook shifts. “…yes?”
silence.
“you idiot!” jimin yells, smacking his arm.
“ow!” jungkook jerks away, scowling. “what? what was i supposed to say?”
“literally that you could tutor her yourself!”
jungkook’s stomach flips. “i can’t tutor her, dumbass, i'm barely passing chemistry myself.”
jimin throws up his hands. “bro, she doesn’t know that! just pretend!”
“pretend?”
“yes! look up some notes, re-learn a few things, do what you need to do!”
jungkook shakes his head aggressively. “no way. i am not tutoring her when i don’t know shit.”
jimin levels him with a deadpan stare. “so instead, you’re just gonna, what? let her go find some other guy to tutor her?”
jungkook freezes.
jimin grins. “ah.”
jungkook clenches his jaw. “fuck you.”
“no, no, let’s think about this,” jimin continues, voice full of fake contemplation. “some dude, sitting real close, explaining things all smart and helpful. maybe he’s got nice hands. maybe he’s charming. maybe he’s better at chemistry than you—”
jungkook throws a pillow at his face.
jimin laughs as he catches it. “so? what’s the move, lover boy?”
jungkook scowls, but deep down, he already knows.
he sighs, letting his head fall back against the couch.
“…i’m gonna have to tutor her, aren’t i?”
jimin claps a hand on his shoulder, shaking him with excitement.
“yes, you absolutely are.”
jungkook hasn’t seen you in days.
which is weird, because ever since this whole thing started, you’ve been everywhere. in class, in study sessions, in the middle of very questionable situations that require his immediate intervention.
but now, you’ve just vanished.
he’s checked the usual places. your usual seat in lecture, the library, even the coffee shop on the corner where he thinks he saw you once. nothing. no sign of you anywhere.
he doesn’t know why it bothers him so much.
(yes, he does.)
but he pushes it out of his mind. or at least, he tries.
because right now, he’s got other things to focus on—like swinging through the city at just the right angle to catch the breeze, flipping effortlessly between buildings, scanning the streets for trouble.
except there is no trouble. not tonight. it’s weird. quiet. almost peaceful.
and then he sees you.
not running. not being chased. not clutching your bag like your life depends on it.
just… standing there.
paintbrush in hand, clothes speckled with color, entirely focused on the massive mural in front of you.
jungkook nearly crashes into a building.
he just barely manages to recover, swinging onto a rooftop ledge, crouching down to watch from a safe distance.
because what the hell?
you’re supposed to be in a classroom. or getting into some ridiculous situation that requires his immediate assistance. not this. not standing in the middle of an empty lot, surrounded by paint cans, filling an entire wall with streaks of blue and gold.
you look… calm.
you step back, tilting your head at your work, lips pursed in thought. then, with a small nod, you dip your brush into another color and go right back to it.
jungkook stares.
because somehow, in all this time, in all the chaotic ways he’s seen you before—he’s never seen you like this.
focused. steady. completely lost in something you love.
he exhales, watching the way the city lights catch in your hair, the way your brows pinch slightly when you concentrate.
for once, he doesn’t have to worry about saving you. for once, he just gets to watch. before he can help himself, jungkook is swinging down.
it’s instinct, like muscle memory. one second, he’s crouched on the ledge, watching from a safe distance, and the next, he’s mid-air, descending toward you before his brain can even catch up.
he lands a few feet away, boots hitting the pavement with a soft thud.
you don’t even flinch.
just glance over your shoulder, brush still poised against the wall, and say “hey, spider-man.”
no startled jump, no wide-eyed what the fuck?, no immediate questioning of why a masked vigilante just casually dropped into your art session. just… hey, spider-man, like you expected him to show up.
his brain malfunctions. “uh.”
you smirk, finally lowering your brush. “you always this quiet?”
jungkook clears his throat, scrambling to pull himself together. “uh—no, just… wasn’t expecting you to be so—” he gestures vaguely, “—chill about this.”
you tilt your head. “should i not be?”
“i mean, most people don’t just greet me like i’m their next-door neighbor.”
you hum, considering. “well, most people don’t run into you five times in a row, either.”
jungkook exhales sharply. “true.”
you grin, then turn back to your mural, wiping your hands against your paint-stained hoodie. “so,” you say, glancing at him. “what brings you here? crime’s looking pretty low tonight.”
crime is low. there was literally no reason for him to come down here. he just saw you. and… well.
you smile knowingly, like you can see the wheels turning in his head. “you were watching me, weren’t you?”
jungkook chokes.
“what— no. no, i—” he shakes his head aggressively, backing up like that will help him recover. “i was patrolling.”
you arch a brow. “patrolling from a rooftop directly above me?”
he groans. “oh my god.”
you laugh, bright and easy, and jungkook swears his entire world tilts for a second. “relax,” you say, dipping your brush into a new color. “it’s kind of flattering, actually.”
jungkook short-circuits. “it’s what?”
you just wink. “so, you sticking around, or was this just a quick check-in?”
jungkook should leave.
he knows that.
but then you turn back to your mural, completely at ease, completely unbothered by the fact that you’re casually talking to spider-man like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
and jungkook, against all logic, against all common sense, sits down on the curb.
“guess i’ll stick around.”
you glance over when you hear him sit, eyebrows raising slightly. but you don’t question it, don’t make it weird. just hum, like this is normal, like masked vigilantes dropping into your painting sessions is a completely regular thing.
jungkook doesn’t know what to do with that.
you dip your brush into another color, dragging long, confident strokes across the wall.
for a while, neither of you speak.
it’s… oddly comfortable.
jungkook watches, elbows resting on his knees, head tilted as he tries to figure out what you’re painting. it’s not quite clear yet, but the colors blend together in a way that makes his chest feel weirdly tight. like something about it is important.
finally, he clears his throat.
“so… what is it?”
you pause, glancing at him before looking back at the wall. “not sure yet.”
jungkook squints. “you’re not sure?”
you smirk. “it’s a process.”
he huffs a soft laugh. “so you’re just winging it?”
“more like… feeling it out,” you correct. you step back, tilting your head, eyes scanning over the patterns of color like you’re looking for something only you can see.
jungkook doesn’t know why, but that makes sense.
for a while, he doesn’t say anything else. just watches as you paint, as your hands move with purpose, as you fill the blank spaces with something real.
and then, before he can stop himself, “why do you do it?”
you pause, brush still hovering over the wall.
jungkook feels his stomach drop. “uh—you don’t have to answer that, i was just—”
“because it’s mine.”
he stops.
you’re still looking at the mural, voice calm, steady. “it’s something i can make real. something i can create, and leave behind, and know it’s mine. even if someone paints over it later.”
jungkook stares at you. he doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything. just watches as you pick up where you left off. and that’s when it hits him. this is the first time he’s ever spent time with you since the library without worrying about saving you. the first time he’s seen you just be.
and it’s terrifying, because suddenly, jungkook isn’t sure what scares him more. the thought of you getting hurt again, or the thought of you never looking at him the way you look at spider-man right now.
jungkook hates this. hates the way his stomach twists every time you look at him—at spider-man—like this. open, unguarded, like you trust him. like he’s someone worth trusting. hates the way he wants you to keep looking at him like that.
because he knows this isn’t real. or at least, not fully real. not like it would be if it were him sitting here beside you, mask off, just jungkook.
(but would you even talk to him if you knew?)
he exhales slowly, pressing his palms against his knees. you don’t seem to notice his internal crisis, still completely focused on your painting, eyebrows furrowed just slightly in concentration.
“you’re staring,” you say after a moment, not looking away from the wall.
jungkook jolts. “what? no, i’m not.”
you smirk, finally glancing at him. “you totally are.”
he crosses his arms, tilting his head at you. “you want me to lie?”
“i want you to at least try to be subtle about it.”
he scoffs. “okay, and what exactly am i supposed to be staring at? the back of your head?”
“or my art.” you gesture to the mural dramatically. “y’know, the thing that’s actually interesting here.”
jungkook huffs a quiet laugh. “yeah, okay. so what’s it supposed to be now?”
you step back, surveying your work. “dunno.”
he stares. “so you still don’t know?”
you shrug. “told you. it’s a process.”
jungkook exhales, shaking his head. “yeah, well. not every process ends up making sense.”
“maybe not right away,” you say, glancing at him. “but eventually.”
eventually.
the word sticks in his head, clinging to something deeper, something he doesn’t want to think about right now. so instead, he sighs, shifting to stand. “well, don’t get mugged while you’re doing your whole process thing.”
you grin. “what, no more rooftop patrols?”
“depends,” he says, adjusting his gloves. “you planning on wandering into any more dark alleys?”
you pretend to think about it. “maybe. depends on who's gonna save me.”
jungkook groans. “i hate you.”
you just laugh, waving your brush at him in a mock salute. “see you next time, spider-man.”
jungkook’s fingers twitch. he lingers—just for a second. because for the first time, he knows something you don’t. he knows he’ll see you again. not just like this, not just as spider-man, but as himself.
because eventually isn’t good enough anymore.
