SPIDEY MISSES YOU
pairing: spiderman!keonho x ex girlfriend!reader
synopsis - where keonho believed breaking up with you was the best way to keep you safe, but why the hell was he wounded on your balcony?
warnings + tag: breakup flashback, kisses, mentions of blood&injuries.
word count: 3.4k
song recommendation: oh yeah by steve lacy
it had been three months ever since ahn keonho broke up with you on homecoming night where the two of you got into a major argument over someone threatening your life after figuring out you were his girlfriend.
he left you that night in your pastel yellow dress you spent months looking for with aunt may, crying in the stupid rain that magically started pouring after he had to go.
“ he said he’d kill you, y/n. you think i can go to sleep every night knowing your life is in danger because of me?” he argued back, the two of you hidden away from the crowd of students having the time of their life during the dance.
“ and what’s the difference between mine and yours?” you reply, frustrated that he was about to leave once again. for most of the time you understood keonho’s job - to protect everyone, no matter what. but there were times where you needed him the most, and this was one of them.
your relationship had already been rocky the past few months, with his stark internship and the latest new tech he was so focused on.
“ because i care more about yours than mine!” keonho raised his voice a little higher, beginning to remove his yellow tie - the one that matched your dress. the one may spent so long on, finding the same shade. “ this isn’t a joke, y/n. i’m just fucking terrified of losing you one day, and if this is what it takes then i’ll let you go.”
it sounded like an irritable buzz in your ear hearing the end of his words, pushing you away like that. it seemed like he was using every possible way to hurt you, and it was working. it made you more angrier than sad, wanting to hurt him back.
“ you’re scared of losing me one day?” you scoffed, trying to push down the tears away - not wanting to show him your vulnerability. the same boy whose arms you slept in, the person you’ve loved ever since you were fifteen. now the two of you were almost eighteen, senior year next.
“ don’t worry cause you already have, a long time ago.”
the weather mocked both your hearts, the sounds of a drum banging against the rooftop as it began pouring. this should’ve been the best night of your life spending it with your boyfriend, only to end in the worst day.
keonho stared down at his phone, seeing that happy was calling him once again. he wanted to stay, so badly. he knows you so well to understand the tears you were hiding away, trying to keep his own down.
“ y/n, you don’t mean that.” his voice becomes shaky, focused on the way you stared at him like you wanted him to just go. he was such a loverboy with a big heart. “ please, you don’t mean it.”
“ just go, keonho. the world needs spiderman.”
you mumble.
he wanted to say something, but his world stopped.
happy wouldn’t stop spamming his phone, the rain slamming against the rooftop, the look on your face that just wanted him gone.
“ i’m sorry, baby.” he replied back.
you scoffed once again and began storming away into the rain, not even wanting to get back inside the school where everyone would probably ask where keonho was, or another one of seonghyeon’s attempts in comforting you.
the last thing you heard was a sudden woosh, turning your head to see him gone.
that was three months ago, and you’ve been doing everything you can to avoid him - blocking his number, making your best friends wonhee and stella keep him away from you with his little attempts in speaking to you at school.
even aunt may tried talking to you after running into her at the deli, but in the end she understood your choice; even paying for your five dollar heated ham and cheese croissant that night.
but then again you’d check up on the news whenever his name was mentioned, making sure he was still alive after a fight or another saved day. seonghyeon even caught you once defending him from flash who was trying to talk shit during gym class.
he kept trying to get you both back together, explaining that his best friend was just paranoid and now was suffering the consequences of losing you with the way he was barely sleeping, letting his frustration out on the enemies.
but you refused to listen, not wanting the excuses anymore.
-
you had one direction playing on your speakers as you were drying your hair in the mirror, focused on zayn’s voice in live while we’re young - singing along to the music. your mom was working another late night shift in the hospital and your dad was passed out in his room with the news blasting.
your golden retriever laid peacefully on the edge of the bed like he owned it. suddenly, a loud crash echoed onto your balcony - nearly hitting your head with the blow dryer from the noise. spike started growling, walking towards the glass doors to your balcony until he stopped and began wagging his tail.
what the fuck?
you put your hair dryer down, slowly walking towards the doors - only to see spiderman leaning against your railings, holding onto his side like he was in excruciating pain. your hands immediately open the golden doors, spike moving away to let you go towards keonho.
“ keonho?” you called out as his hand reached for yours, one still clutched onto his side. “ i’m sorry i didn’t know where else to go.” he mumbled, groaning in pain. he looked horrible, his mask off and his face had blood around his cheek and lips.
“ it’s okay, come in.” your feelings disappeared, placing his arm around your shoulders and letting him lean on your side. “ what happened?” you asked, placing him on your bed as spike laid down on the floor - letting out whines.
keonho used to always play around with your dog, taking him out for walks during your dates and using his powers to help train the pup.
“ i-i thought i could do it myself, mr stark told me to wait but i just saw someone getting hurt and i couldn’t stand b- ouch that hurts so much.” he tried explaining, clutching onto his ribs. you instantly saw the look on his face, this was much worse than the other times you had to patch him up after another fight.
“ let me see, take off the suit.” his eyes widen.
“ i’ve literally seen you at the beach before, weirdo. just let me see your injuries.” you roll your eyes, turning around to grab the first aid kit in your bathroom - the one that you used to always use on keonho, stealing wrapping supplies from your mom’s cabinet whenever he got hurt.
once you got back into the room he was only in his shorts, your eyes wondered down to the dark bruises on the side of his waist and all over his body. mostly on his chest.
“ what happened to you?” your voice became low, knowing how much he was in pain.
keonho instantly noticed, trying to hide away the discolouration to stop you from worrying so much - which involved in him groaning at the movement. “ just sit back down, keonho.” he listened to you immediately, sitting back down on the bed.
you grabbed the antiseptic, bandages and cotton buds to clean the area - holding out a small towel for the boy.
“ the solution is gonna hurt.”
“ i’m fine, it’s okay.” he didn’t accept the towel, focusing on how your hands were on his skin. even with all the pain, he reminded himself that this wasn’t like before - you weren’t his girlfriend anymore.
you scoffed at his excuse as you kneeled down in front of the bed to get the best angle of his wounds, soaking the bud with the liquid before softly placing the cotton against his injuries to clean it. keonho’s hand shocked up to your shoulder, clutching onto your shoulder in pain.
“ shit i-i’m sorry y/n.” he apologised.
“ no it’s fine.” there was obviously still an awkwardness, reminder of the last time you talked which ended in tears. while you were busy tending to his wounds, keonho looked around your room - noticing the photos around that no longer had his face. even the stuffed animals he bought you were no longer on the bed.
his lips formed into a small pout, he used to be everywhere in you room - the photo booth photos, sometimes he left his clothes, or the stupid oversized hello kitty pajamas you made him wear after an unexpected sleepover.
his eyes caught on the necklace around your neck, the diamond floating swan he bought you with mr stark’s card that the man let him borrow after finding out it was your anniversary and he was panicking so much. his heart skipped a beat.
after a few minutes you saw the look on keonho’s face, absolutely bruised and exhausted. he didn’t even say anything after you were cleaning him up, only knowing the pain he was feeling with the way he was clutching onto your blanket.
“ where’s may?” you mumbled, throwing away the bloodied tissues and buds. “ she’s away on a business trip in los angeles.” he replied, the awkwardness rising back up again with the bandages around his waist.
“ you should rest with that injury on your waist, keonho. you almost broke a rib.”
“ ah it’s okay, home’s just a few swings away. i can handle it.” keonho smiled, a little happier that you were actually speaking to him again after you fully shut him out from the break up. he was doing it again, acting like his pain wasn’t a big deal.
“ hey spike.” he tried petting the saddened dog but heavily groaned at the injury, making you feel bad. “ sorry puppy.”
“ just stay here.” you mumbled. your heart still melted for ahn keonho, even after he broke your heart at homecoming night. his head shot up like a puppy, still clutching onto his side. “ what?”
you looked away, digging into your first aid bag to avoid looking at him. “ it’s almost twelve, may’s not home and you look exhausted. besides, your face is ugly right now. i need to clean it up. just stay here.”
“ what, like on your bed?” he stuttered, pointing at the well-made pink bed.
“ no on the roof, obviously on the bed dumbass.” you sarcastically reply back. “ oh um okay are you sure?” he was such loser, oh my god.
“ you act like you haven’t slept here before.” you rolled your eyes, covering another cotton bud in alcohol before leaning forward to clean his face. not noticing how close you were as your hand was placed on the side of his neck, focused on his bleeding cheek and lip.
keonho stared back at you, the only light in the room being your warm night light and the city’s lights. he sat on the bed with his hands together, trying his best to not tear up after your touch after so long.
he used to sleep in your arms, crying to you about his struggles being queens’ friendly neighbourhood spiderman, how he was so afraid of disappointing mr stark or may.
even if his whole body was in excruciating pain, it felt amazing to be cared by you again. his eyes lowered down to your own lips as your finger accidentally brushed against his own. the tension rose with your eyes flicking back to keonho’s, where his own was busy staring at your lips.
you remember this all too well.
“ um okay i’m done.” you suddenly moved away, spike jumping a little at the quick movement to escape the small moment between you two. it seemed like keonho also snapped out of it, looking away to the side with his hand rubbing the back of his neck as you tied the bag that contained his blood in it.
“ check the bottom drawer, it has clothes for you to change into.” you pointed to the big cabinet, throwing away the bag into your trash. “ i’ll get you something to eat and drink.”
while you escaped your bedroom, keonho moved to the cabinet - seeing that the hello kitty pajamas were still there, turning his head over to spike who was sticking his tongue out with a smile. “ at least she didn’t burn it, that’s good.”
what the fuck was ahn keonho doing in your bedroom at midnight after the two of you broke up three months ago, you leaned your head against the counter as you quickly made him a ham and cheese croissant that was currently warming up in the sandwich press.
you spent weeks crying after the stupid spiderman after he left you that night, and now you were patching his wounds like you used to. okay y/n, just get over it. you can’t kick out an injured person. especially not keonho, if your parents found out… holy. they loved him. your dad even still calls him his son.
the ding of the sandwich press broke you out of your thoughts as you sighed and took the hot croissant out, grabbing a cold water bottle from the fridge before heading into your bedroom.
only to see keonho passed out on your bed cuddling onto a sleeping spike, wearing the hello kitty pjs.
you sighed in slight relief that you didn’t have to talk to him just yet, seeing the way he was holding onto your dog. sometimes you forgot how young keonho was, of course the two of you were the same age - but he had such a huge responsibility, it wasn’t like he was a class president, he was a superhero at seventeen years old.
placing the plate down on your vanity table, you walked back closer to the bed to reach over and slowly drop a fluffy blanket over the both of them. luckily for you, keonho fell asleep in a way that still allowed you to sleep comfortably on your side.
you couldn’t help but stand over him for a few seconds, seeing his brown hair brush over his features. he was still the same pretty, nerdy boy you fell in love with a long time ago - even with the injuries on his face. he had such a big heart.
your hand reached over his little bangs, levitating over his face as you contemplated on fixing his hair. oh fuck it, he’s always been such a deep sleeper. your fingers brushed the soft locks, remembering the way he would fall asleep so easily with your fingers running through his hair.
y/n, you idiot.
you leaned back up, heading out to the couch - your expected bedroom for the night except a hand wrapped around your wrist before you could walk farther.
“ wher-where are you going?” his voice mumbled out.
“ outside, i’ll sleep on the couch.” you whispered back, it was obvious he was trying to fight the sleep. with keonho, he turned into such a whiner whenever he was tired. sometimes he forgot things.
like you were now just his ex.
“ baby, just sleep here?” keonho mumbled, holding your wrist tighter. you stayed silent hearing him call you that nickname, about to interrupt him but he was clearly on the verge of passing out. “ please.”
you stared back to your door, is it really a good idea to sleep on the same bed as your ex boyfriend?
“ let’s just go to sleep baby.” he whispered out, spike sleepily moving away from keonho and climbing down towards his bed near the tv. ah fuck it.
“ okay.” you replied as he smiles weakly, quickly falling back asleep with his hand still wrapped around your wrist. you let out a heavy sigh, stuck in this situation. you look over to spike whose perfectly sleeping with a smile on his face, probably enjoying this.
his hold on you slipped as you climbed into bed, he was only laying at the edge which allowed you to comfortably lay - staring up at your glow in the dark stickers, the ones that keonho put up, dangling on your roof a few months ago. he trailed it in a way that lead to your balcony, letting you know that he’s only a few swings away.
fucks sake, just go to bed y/n.
-
the sunlight in your face woke you up, your body perfectly warm under your comforter. your eyes slowly opened as your body was still frozen in place, feeling keonho’s arms wrapped around your waist as you tucked into his chest like you always used to. his face faced yours, fully knocked out as he was comfortably sleeping holding you against him.
wait what.
you shouldn’t be doing this, shit. you guys broke up. this isn’t what exes do. nope, what the hell do you do in this situation when your ex boyfriend is all over you with bandages around his waist and bandaids over his cheek.
“ can we just stay like this for another ten minutes?” keonho mumbles out with his eyes closed. you freeze, why was he awake and still with his arms around you. “ we can talk later, just let me have this for a bit please.” he held you tighter, digging his head into your shoulder as you allowed him to.
should you even let him be doing this? after the arguments, the silent treatments before the break up, it was scary to think it could happen again. it was even terrifying in the first place that you two ended up like that.
obviously you never stopped loving him, you don’t think you could ever actually stop loving ahn keonho. it was just the way the two of you handled your relationship, with keonho juggling the superhero life, hiding his identity from everyone but his small circle, mr stark, you, his school - it was hard.
as a teenage hormonal girl, even with the maturity you had, no shit you still wanted your boyfriend around more.
suddenly in your thoughts, you heard a sniffle come from keonho. and then another. and then another. until you felt water on your shoulder. you softly called out his name as keonho leaned back, revealing his teary red eyes and shaking bottom lip. “ i fucked up bad, so bad.”
“ what are you talking about?” you ask. “ i’m sure the fight last night wasn’t that bad.”
“ i’m not talking about that, i mean us. you and i.”
“ i should’ve been able to let myself go around you, i was just so scared of losing you that i did so anyways. i’m so sorry what happened at homecoming baby, i just didn’t make the best decisions. and now with you gone, i just miss you.” keonho mumbled, his words stuttering a little from his cries. “ i let my fears control my life and thought maybe you’d be better off without me, but i’m so selfish and i need you in my life.”
“ oh.” you cooed, wiping his tears away. you were a hypocrite yourself, crying away at his words. it’s been so tough as well, even though you were the asshole that kept away from him. “ i know i don’t deserve it, but can you just let me in?” he sniffled, “ i’ll be good this time.”
hearing him, you place his face in your hands, the poor boy practically melting at your touch. one he longed so hard for. “ okay.” you whispered, your own tears slowly falling down your face.
“ really?” keonho mumbled back, the tip of his nose slightly red as he wanted to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. all he ever dreamed about was being back in your life, in your arms where he could take a breather from the scary world. “ i don’t deserve you at all.”
you playfully roll your eyes before forcing his face closer to yours, your lips touching his. it all felt balanced once again, everything in your life.
keonho wrapped an arm around your waist to pull your closer as much as he could, desperately missing your absolute presence. you slowly pulled away after a few seconds, seeing the massive grin on his face - he looked absolutely hilarious with the red puffy eyes and bright red nose.
“ i love you so much, my girl.” you were about to reply back before the boy started attacking you with infinite kisses all over your face.
you had spiderman back in your life.
a/n: lol i barely know anything about spiderman or marvel i js thought this was cutesy.
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