jeon jungkook fanfics recommendations that will ruin your sleep schedule 🪩 (jungkook masterlist)
hey my babies 💗 ... it’s been a long time since i posted my last list and i missed so much. Thank god I’m still doing my silly reviews when i can, cause life can be so so hectic sometimes. But between the busy schedules and stressful tasks, fanfiction light up my days through the cracks and i’m so grateful. This wouldn’t be possible without these amazing writers that deserve all the love and praise for putting these masterpieces into the world. Thank you so much 💗 That all being said, hope you guys enjoy my list and my reviews ofc :
🌟 the love bug by @jungkxook | pairing: jungkook x reader | genre: spiderman!jungkook + fluff / smut | spiderkook, spideykook | completed
summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you
🌟 handle with care by @dreamersparacosm | pairing: jungkook x reader | completed
summary: in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.
🌟 web between us by @nvrngl | pairing. bts ﹢ spiderman!jungkook x mj!reader ﹢ flu | ongoing (?)
summary: it's the middle of the night and jungkook stumbles ( yet again ) through your window, wounded, sheepish, irresistably adorable.
🌟 bitchin by @kinktae | pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader | genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2 | completed
summary: The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
my review, my review, my review, my review, my review, my review, my review (i think this is one of my favorite fanfics EVER)
🌟 delivery date by @dntaewithluv | Pairing: pizzadeliveryboy!jungkook x reader (pieceofyou!jungkook x reader) | completed (i guess)
summary: Everyone’s raving about the newest pizza place in town, Pizza Paradise. One Friday night, you find your curiosity piqued and decide to see if it’s really worth all the hype. However, it turns out you’re much more intrigued by the gorgeous blonde delivery boy than the cheesy contents of the box he’s carrying.
🌟 study break - part one by @ggukivrse | pairing: jungkook x f!reader | genre: college au, established relationship, smut (?) | ongoing (?)
summary: in which you’re all distraction and no remorse, and jungkook keeps coming back for more.
🌟 married for 7 days by @kooklovee | Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader | Genre - mostly fluff, smut | completed
summary: Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.
🌟 dilf jk: series masterlist @venusiangguk | pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf jk x grocery store clerk oc | genre: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff | ongoing (and im waiting for updates everyday)
summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you
my review, my review (i think about this fanfic pretty much everyday)
🌟 just this once by @ggukivrse | pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader | genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff (?) | ongoing (?)
summary: when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no. after all, what's the worst that could happen in hooking up just this once?
🌟 ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg | Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Psychic!AU & MedSchool!AU | Filed under: fluff, crack | completed
summary: When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.
🌟 secret encounters by @jiminsafairy | waiter!jungkook x reader | completed
summary: in the middle of an awfull date, when the hot waiter gives you a note: 'meet me in the bathroom'. And you don't hesitate to follow him.
🌟 apart-mental issues (my review my review) by @mister0ctopus | mini-series | Pairings: Neighbor JK x Reader | completed
summary: Just your awkward and embarrassing encounters with your next-door neighbor, Jungkook.
🌟 EXBF!JUNGKOOK HEADCANNONS by @dearjoons | exboyfriend!jungkook x exgirlfriend!reader | completed
summary: REQUEST: “i was thinking like you guys are still somewhat friends after the breakup (maybe in the same friend group or smt) and he’s still very much in love with you type thing ykk 🤭”
🌟 Fuck me Up (FMU) by @jungkoode | genre: enemies to lovers, emotional slow burn, smut with plot, fuck buddies | ongoing
summary:
When your search for affordable NYC housing leads you to apartment 6B, you think you've hit the jackpot. That is, until you realize your new roommate is the guy from that one wild night on January - the one who ruined you for anyone else. Now you're stuck sharing walls with the living embodiment of your worst mistake, and the sexual tension is thick enough to choke on. Between his emotional damage and your trust issues, this arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.
But hey, at least the hate sex is phenomenal.
my review, my review, my review, my review
🌟 basic needs | jjk, myg by @ggukivrse | pairing: jungkook x f!reader, yoongi x f!reader | rating/genre: m, smut, roommates au | little bit of jk x yoongi | completed
summary: missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.
🌟 something In the silence by @cgvejjk | genre : soft, cozy, comforting. | pairing ,, best friend!jk x bsf!reader | completed
summary: two best friends who are in love but won’t admit it, but what happens when one makes a move?
🌟 Never to Forever by @sushispective | Genre | rivals!au, angst, slow burn, comedy, fluff | Tropes | e2l, academic rivals | ongoing ?
summary: Rivals logically, but lovers illogically. Jungkook and you never gave the other a second, with snarky comments and sharp retorts, but when things spiral out of control, will the banter return?
🌟 OUR LITTLE LIFE by @kookooluvr | pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader | genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of lifelau, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments | ongoing
summary: moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.
my review, my review (COWBOYKOOK)
🌟 after school hours by @jeonette | genre : enemies to lovers | pairing : jungkook x reader | completed
summary: A classic 90's enemies to lovers skit. Mixtapes, rooftop hangouts, and harmless bickering between classes. But somewhere between hallway glances, stolen car rides, and one kiss under the stars, everything changed.
🌟 Ghost!AU with Jungkook by @springday-aus | Genre: fluff, platonic bc he’s literally dead | ghost!jungkook, mentions of ghost!Yoongi and neighbor!Taehyung | completed
summary: ghost!jungkook basically
🌟 accidental roommates by @jjkeverlast | pairing dilf!jk x fem!reader | oommates AU, hate to love, fluff, angst, humor | completed
summary: moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.
feel free to recommend your fanfic or anything you like 🌟💗
→ SUMMARY : You were a journalist at Yonsei University when you started noticing the strange coincidences between your favorite bumbling freshman and Seoul's newest superhero. The way Spider-Man's voice cracks on 'noona' exactly like Jungkook's does. The way they both bring you the same snacks, have the same nervous energy, the same tendency to ramble when flustered. You tell yourself it's just a coincidence, because the alternative means admitting something you're absolutely not ready to deal with.
→ TAGS : second person perspective used, female pronouns used, college au, spider-man au, noona kink, slight age gap (he’s 21, she’s 24ish), dry humping, virgin jungkook, first time, inexperienced jk, creaming his pants, sexual content, explicit content, library smut, clothed getting off, breast play, grinding, praise kink, crying during sex, crying after sex, embarrassment kink, humiliation kink, slight dom reader x sub jungkook, size difference, pining, jungkook has a big fat crush on you, secret identity, touch starved, protective jungkook, closet sexual activities, desperate jungkook, gentle domming, aftercare, emotional intimacy, fluff and smut, Korean setting, university setting.
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→ A/N: Hi everyone! Welcome to my first attempt at a Spidey!JK AU, where he somehow manages to be an even bigger mess than Peter Parker 😭. This story is very close to my heart because it dives into the dynamic between a confident noona and her adorably flustered freshman—who just so happens to be Seoul’s clumsy new superhero. To be honest, this Spiderkook oneshot was heavily inspired by Tangie, aka @rpwprpwprpwprw (love you bb!!!). I’d been lowkey daydreaming about Spiderkook for ages but thought, “Nah, that’s too silly.” Then I discovered there’s an entire community sharing the same brain cell as me??? Like, you’re welcome for my service, I guess?? Originally, this was supposed to be a short, smutty 5k romp. But do you think I can write smut without plot? I CAN’T. IT’S A MEDICAL CONDITION. Now it’s a 12k beast with feelings, webs, and chaos. Sorry (but not really). If you enjoy this, I might turn it into a mini-series because, let’s be honest, spider powers in… certain scenarios… sound very intriguing. Hihihi. Hope you enjoy this mess I’ve unleashed on the world! 🕸️
Edit: also, yeah. Tae is older than Jimin and Jungkook here because my sleep deprived brain slapped a ‘hyung’ on Jimin’s mouth and I’m not editing again. (≖͞_≖̥)
The thing about Spider-Man is that he reminds you too much of a certain freshman.
A freshman named Jeon Jungkook who keeps hovering around the journalism building with his messy hair and his wide eyes and his endless supply of convenience store snacks.
You've been telling yourself it's just a coincidence. The way Spider-Man's voice cracks on 'noona' exactly like Jungkook's does. The way they both bring you the same snacks, have the same nervous energy, the same tendency to ramble when they're flustered. It's just a coincidence, because the alternative means admitting something you're absolutely not ready to deal with.
Maybe that's why you're hiding in August Coffee, your usual spot tucked away in one of Sinchon's winding side streets.
The late autumn breeze carries the scent of roasted coffee beans through the open window, and your laptop screen glows with half-finished articles and interview transcripts. Your notebook lies open beside a rapidly cooling americano while the café's jazz playlist provides a gentle backdrop to your furious typing. You're on a deadline for tomorrow's paper, and the last thing you need is—
A flash of red and blue swings past the window.
You pretend not to notice. Maybe if you focus hard enough on your screen, he'll take the hint and—
"Noona!"
—of course he doesn't.
There he is, hanging upside down outside the second-floor window, the eyes of his mask wide and eager. A plastic convenience store bag dangles from his hand, swaying in the autumn wind. Several patrons are already pulling out their phones, and you can feel your carefully cultivated productivity slipping away.
"No," you say firmly, not looking up from your laptop.
"But noona—" His voice cracks on the honorific, and you absolutely refuse to find it endearing. "I haven't even said anything yet!"
"I'm working." You take a pointed sip of your americano, grimacing when you realize it's gone cold. Perfect. "Some of us have actual responsibilities, Spider-Boy."
"I brought you snacks!" He awkwardly maneuvers through the window—you're not sure if the owner keeps it open for him specifically or if he's just that persistent. "You know, the ones you like with the matcha filling? The new ones from that fancy Japanese brand?"
You pause, fingers hovering over your keyboard. "How do you know I like the ones with matcha filling?"
"Uh—" Even through the mask, you can tell he's flustered. His hands fidget with the plastic bag. "Lucky guess? Not that I know you, noona. Uh, I mean, you look like a noona. Not that I know for a fact you're a noona—"
"Stop talking." You pinch the bridge of your nose, painfully aware of the phones still recording this interaction. This will definitely end up on some university Instagram page later. Again. "You're making it worse."
He deflates slightly, shoulders hunching in that familiar way that reminds you too much of a certain someone who keeps "accidentally" running into you at the journalism building. The same one who somehow always knows your coffee order and brings you snacks you oh so casually mention fancying—
No. You're not going there. You're not connecting those dots, because connecting those dots leads to complications you absolutely don't need in your final year.
"I can leave if you want," he offers, but he's already approaching, placing the snacks on your table with careful precision. "But you've been here for four hours, and you always forget to eat when you're working on a big story."
You stare at him. "How do you know how long I've been here?"
"I, uh—" His mask's eyes widen comically. "Spider-sense?"
"That's not how spider-sense works."
"You don't know how my spider-sense works! Maybe it's... hungry-noona-sense?"
A laugh escapes before you can stop it, and you quickly cover it with a cough. "That's the worst excuse you've come up with yet."
"Yet!" He perks up. "So you're keeping track?"
"Go away." You open the snack bag anyway, pretending not to notice how he straightens up eagerly when you do. "Don't you have a city to protect or something?"
"Seoul can handle itself for ten minutes while I make sure my favorite n—while I make sure hardworking journalists eat properly."
You raise an eyebrow at the slip, and he fidgets under your gaze. "Your favorite what?"
"Nothing! No one! Just, you know, doing my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man duties. Very friendly. Very neighborly. Nothing specific or personal about it at all."
You bite into one of the matcha-filled snacks—they're fresh, which means he must have bought them recently. Specifically for you. Just like how a certain freshman keeps bringing you fresh triangle kimbap from the convenience store near your morning lecture hall...
No. Stop it. You're not doing this.
"Sit down," you sigh, pushing the chair across from you out with your foot. "And stay quiet, or I’ll kick you out."
He practically collapses into the chair, bag already placed on the table. You notice his hands shaking slightly, and something in your chest tightens.
You shouldn't find it endearing. You really, really shouldn't.
But then again, you probably shouldn't find anything about this situation endearing — a masked vigilante bringing you sweets in the middle of your favorite cafe, stammering through excuses that sound exactly like the ones Jungkook uses when you catch him "accidentally" walking the same way as you after class.
You really need to stop noticing these things.
You try to refocus on your notes after that, but it's hard—mostly because Spider-Man is still sitting there. Quietly. Staring.
And not in a "just glancing around the cafe" kind of way, either. No, he's full-on watching you, eyes darting between the scribbles in your notebook, the crumbs on your plate, and, worst of all, your face. Like you're the most fascinating thing in the world. Like he's never seen someone drink a mediocre americano and type furiously into Google Docs before.
It goes on for five minutes. Five full, agonizing minutes of silence, punctuated only by the occasional click of your keyboard and the muted sounds of espresso machines in the background.
Finally, you sigh, your fingers pausing mid-typing. "Don't you have better stuff to do?"
"No." The response is immediate. Too immediate. His tone is absurdly casual, like the very idea that Spider-Man—the literal defender of Seoul—could have anything more important than sitting in August Coffee and bothering you is completely ridiculous.
You raise a brow, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "No supervillains to fight? No cats stuck in trees? Nothing?"
"Nope," he says, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "Pretty quiet day."
You shake your head and turn your attention back to your laptop. "Must be nice."
There's a pause. You can feel him shifting in his seat, the chair creaking slightly under his weight, and when he speaks again, his voice is just shy of hesitant.
"How are the pastries? Do you like them?"
Your fingers freeze over your keyboard. Slowly, you turn to face him again, narrowing your eyes.
"You didn't spit in them, did you?"
"Wha—no!" he sputters, his whole posture stiffening in obvious horror. "Why—why would I—noona, I would never spit in your pastries!"
You let him sweat for a second longer, just to amuse yourself, before breaking into a small, satisfied smirk.
"Relax, Spider-Boy. I'm kidding." You reach for the bag of snacks he brought. "Yeah, they're good. Wanna try?"
His eyes widen a little—well, as much as they can through that mask—and he seems to hesitate, like he's not sure if you're serious or trying to bait him again. You wave one of the pastries in his direction. He glances at it, then back at you, before finally nodding.
"Okay. Yeah, sure."
You watch as he carefully rolls his mask up just to his nose, revealing his mouth for the first time. You don't know what you expected, but… it's a good mouth. Maybe annoyingly good, given how little you want to admit that very obvious fact to yourself. Full lips, slightly pink, with just the faintest hint of nervousness as he bites at his bottom lip before leaning forward.
He takes a bite of the pastry you're holding out to him, and the pleased groan he lets out immediately makes you regret offering him anything at all.
"God, that's delicious," he mumbles around his mouthful, crumbs falling onto his suit. He barely finishes chewing before continuing. "Now I know why you like them so much. I mean—why people say they're so good. Not you specifically. Just, you know, people."
You snort, shaking your head as you turn back to your laptop. "You're a terrible liar."
"And you're a terrible bossy noona," he mutters, mostly to himself, stuffing the rest of the pastry into his mouth before leaning back in his chair.
You're about to toss another sarcastic remark his way when something catches your eye. Or, more specifically, half of something. A small smudge of green—matcha filling, you realize—lingering on the corner of his mouth.
It's instinctive, the way your hand moves—completely unthinking, like muscle memory kicking in before your brain has a chance to catch up. One moment, you're perfectly stationary in your seat; the next, your thumb is brushing against his lip, swiping the smudge away with a gentle, practiced motion.
He startles at the touch, his whole body jerking slightly as his eyes snap to yours. And then, just like that, reality crashes back in.
Your hand freezes midair.
His mouth parts for half a second, like he's about to say something, but then his tongue darts out—slow, deliberate—to lick the exact spot your thumb had just brushed.
You snatch your hand back like you've been burned, your face heating despite yourself.
The silence that follows is awful. Deafening. Inescapable.
He shifts in his chair, his eyes flickering to the table, then back to you, then down again. He clears his throat—once, then twice—before adjusting the edge of his suit with what you can only describe as frantic energy.
"So… uh…" His voice is tight. Way tighter than usual, cracking slightly on the first syllable. "Thanks for that. The, uh. The whole… lip thing. That was. Uh. Cool."
You blink at him, deadpan. "Cool?"
"Yeah. Cool. Totally normal and cool. Happens all the time. Super casual."
If you weren't so flustered yourself, you'd have laughed at the way he's fidgeting in his seat, his hands gripping his thighs under the table like he's trying not to explode.
"Right," you say slowly, leaning back in your chair. "Casual."
"Exactly."
He nods a little too enthusiastically, and you notice his knees bumping against each other under the table before he quickly crosses his legs. His hands drop to his lap almost immediately after, like he's trying to adjust the spandex near his thighs.
Your gaze is momentarily drawn there before—
"Anyway!" The word comes out nearly an octave higher than it should. He's already standing—or, more accurately, bolting to his feet—his hands still awkwardly hovering in front of him. "I should, uh, get going! Supervillains don't wait, you know? Gotta, uh… save the people of Seoul. Yeah. Big hero stuff."
You stare at him, unblinking, as he starts inching toward the door. "Uh-huh."
"Thanks for the pastries, noona! Great talk, as always!" He clears his throat again, audibly struggling to keep his voice steady. "Okay! Bye!"
And then he's gone, practically sprinting out of the cafe before he can embarrass himself any further.
You sit there for a long moment, still frozen, your brain catching up to what just happened. Then, slowly, you reach for another pastry.
Whatever just happened? Definitely not your problem.
"I'm such a fucking idiot."
Jungkook's voice is muffled by his hands, currently covering his face in what can only be described as unrelenting shame. He's lying on Jimin's couch, legs splayed out haphazardly, the picture of a man defeated by his own existence.
Across the room, Jimin raises an eyebrow, lazily popping another chip into his mouth. The bag crinkles loudly, much to Jungkook's dismay. "It's not that bad, Kooks. She probably didn't even notice."
Jungkook groans, dragging his hands down his face until his eyes peek out dramatically between his fingers. "She 100% noticed. It was—like—a five-minute interaction. FIVE minutes, and I made it weird. Now she's gonna think I'm a fucking weirdo and a creep."
Jimin doesn't even try to hide the snort that escapes him, his expression somewhere between entertained and unimpressed. "Yeah, because stalking her as Spider-Man didn't have her thinking that already."
Jungkook bolts upright on the couch, eyes wide with panic. "She told you that?!"
Jimin chokes on his chip, wheezing as he waves his hand for Jungkook to calm down. "No! Shit, man, calm down. I'm just saying. Like, I guess? I mean, you do kind of… hover. A lot."
"I don't hover," Jungkook protests, indignant. But even as the words leave his mouth, he hesitates. "Do I hover?"
Jimin gives him a look.
Jungkook groans again, flopping back onto the couch like his limbs have given up on life. "Oh my god, you're right. I hover. I'm that guy. And now it's worse because who the fuck pops a boner from someone—" He pauses, embarrassingly aware of the words about to leave his mouth. "—touching their lip? What is wrong with me? I must be insane. She must think I'm insane."
Jimin, now thoroughly entertained, leans back in his chair with his bag of chips, one leg crossed over the other. "I mean... it's not great," he says unhelpfully, though there's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Jungkook lets out a strangled noise, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, and buries his face back into his hands. "She's never gonna look at me the same. I probably freaked her out. GOD, she's gonna think I'm some kind of pervert. Or—worse—she's gonna avoid me completely now. And then I'll never see her again. And then—"
"Okay, okay," Jimin interrupts, holding up a hand to stop whatever spiral Jungkook's about to drag them into. "First of all, she offered to share her snack with you, so I don't think she's avoiding you anytime soon."
"But that was BEFORE—"
"Second of all," Jimin continues loudly, ignoring Jungkook's interjection, "maybe just... stop calling her 'noona' every chance you get? It's not helping your case."
Jungkook frowns, peeking out from behind his fingers again. "What's wrong with calling her noona? That's respectful!"
"Yeah, but it's also kinda... you know," Jimin winces, waving a hand vaguely. "Weird, coming from you. Like, you're already bumbling around her like a lost golden retriever. Adding 'noona' into the mix just makes you look—what's the word?"
"Adorable?" Jungkook tries hopefully.
"Pathetic," Jimin finishes, deadpan.
Jungkook groans for what feels like the millionth time, throwing his head against the couch cushion. "Why do I even talk to you? You're supposed to make me feel better, hyung. Not worse."
"Hey, I'm here for the truth," Jimin says, pointing at him with a chip in hand. "You want a cheerleader, go call Taehyung."
"Taehyung's just gonna laugh at me," Jungkook mutters into the cushion.
"And yet, you're shocked I'm doing it too."
Jungkook mumbles something unintelligible, his face half-smashed into the cushion now as he replays every excruciating detail of his interaction with you earlier. The way your thumb had brushed his lip. The way he'd immediately been unable to control the—well, reaction. The way he'd panicked like an idiot, stammered something incomprehensible, and practically bolted out of the cafe without even finishing his sentence.
"Kill me," he says dramatically, still face-down in the cushion. "Just end me. I can't show my face again."
Jimin laughs, leaning forward to pat Jungkook's shoulder in a way that's more mocking than comforting. "Relax, man. You'll survive. Just... maybe keep your hormones in check next time, yeah?"
Jungkook flips him off blindly, his hand waving somewhere above his head.
"Love you too, Spider-Menace," Jimin quips, taking another chip like this is the best entertainment he's had all week.
The crunching sound of Jimin biting into another chip is loud enough to make Jungkook groan into the couch again. "Do you ever stop eating?" Jungkook mutters, his voice muffled by the cushion.
Jimin raises an eyebrow, unbothered, and is about to throw a smartass reply back when his phone buzzes on the coffee table. He glances at the screen, sees Taehyung's name, and shrugs, casually placing the phone between his shoulder and ear as he picks up without pausing his snacking.
"What's up?" Jimin hums lazily, chips still in hand, completely ignoring Jungkook's existential crisis unfolding just feet away from him.
Jungkook's ears perk up despite himself—because why else would Taehyung be calling Jimin right now? He lifts his head just enough to peek over the cushion, his hair mussed and sticking up in odd directions.
Jimin's expression doesn't change at first, eyes still fixated on the bag of chips in his lap as he listens. "Yeah, he's with me," he says vaguely, gesturing aimlessly toward Jungkook, who frowns at being referred to like some stray dog Jimin found.
But then Jimin freezes. His chewing slows. His eyebrows shoot up toward his hairline as Taehyung says something that causes him to do a violent double take at Jungkook.
"What?" Jimin coughs, choking on the chip he was mid-swallow. He pounds his chest a little before leaning forward sharply. "He—what? What, what, what—? Tae, calm down—!"
"What's going on?" Jungkook asks, sitting up now, his stomach twisting uncomfortably at Jimin's sudden change in tone.
Jimin waves him off with a quick flick of his hand, signaling for him to shut up. "No, yeah. Yeah, no, I know," Jimin mumbles into the phone, his tone getting increasingly more exasperated as he listens. "Tae—okay? Can you just—okay?"
"What's wrong??" Jungkook asks again, panic creeping into his voice. He hates not knowing what's going on, especially when Jimin looks... concerned? Flustered? Whatever it is, it's not good.
Jimin twists his head toward Jungkook, eyes narrowing as he motions aggressively with his entire head for Jungkook to shut the hell up.
"Okay, let me— what? You wanna talk to him?" Jimin repeats, his voice pitching higher in disbelief. "Oh, now you wanna talk to him? Fine! Okay, okay, okay, here."
Before Jungkook can process what's happening, Jimin is all but shoving his phone into Jungkook's hands, plunking the bag of chips onto the bed with a dramatic sigh.
"Take it," Jimin mutters, irritation bleeding into his tone.
"Wait, why do I have to—"
"Take it," Jimin repeats, louder this time, his hand already retreating as he grabs another chip to munch on, clearly done with whatever chaos Taehyung just unloaded on him.
Jungkook swallows nervously, holding the phone to his ear as Taehyung's voice immediately fills it in a panicked rush.
"Jungkook! Oh my god, dude, you're not gonna believe this—" Taehyung starts, and Jungkook feels his entire stomach plummet before Taehyung can even finish his sentence.
"Believe what?" Jungkook half-yells into the phone, his voice cracking just slightly at the end, betraying the anxiety bubbling under his skin.
"Don't freak out," Taehyung begins, which, of course, makes Jungkook's blood pressure shoot straight through the roof. His knuckles grip Jimin's phone tightly, and he shares a panicked look with Jimin, who's now leaning against the coffee table with a chip halfway to his mouth, watching the scene unfold like it's prime-time drama.
"I'm already freaking out, hyung! Just tell me!" Jungkook demands, pacing the room like a caged animal.
"Okay, so," Taehyung starts again, and Jungkook can hear the smirk in his voice, which immediately makes him want to fling the phone out the window. "You know Y/N, yeah?"
"Do I—what do you mean, 'do I know Y/N'?! Of course I know—just get to the point!" Jungkook's frustration is mounting by the second. He's wound so tight he feels like a single flick might send him spiraling.
"Okay, Mr. Touchy," Taehyung says innocently, and Jungkook can practically see him holding back a laugh wherever he is. "So, uh… apparently, she's been asking questions."
Jungkook stops dead in his tracks. His heart lurches in a way that makes his hands clammy against the phone. "Questions?" he repeats, voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," Taehyung continues, tone far too blasé for Jungkook's liking. "You know, like... about Spider-Man."
Jungkook swears his brain short-circuits. For a second, all he hears is static, like every neuron in his head has collectively stopped firing.
"...What kind of questions?" he asks quietly, his voice taking on an edge that immediately grabs Jimin's attention.
"Oh, you know." Taehyung's voice is light, purposefully teasing. "Like, how he seems to always show up when she's around, or how he just happens to bring her favorite snacks, or—oh, this one's my favorite—how his voice cracks exactly like a certain freshman she knows at Yonsei."
Jungkook's knees buckle, and he collapses back onto the couch like his strings have been cut. Jimin is now openly laughing, clutching his stomach with one hand while pointing at Jungkook with the other.
"She—oh my god," Jungkook mutters into the phone, his free hand running through his hair in frantic tugs. "She knows. She knows, doesn't she? I'm so fucked."
"Hey, hey, calm down!" Taehyung says hurriedly, though his voice is still laced with amusement. "She doesn't know know. I mean, I don't think so. She's not like, accusing you or anything. Just... putting pieces together. Y'know, connecting dots."
"Connecting dots?!" Jungkook hisses, his chest tightening as his worst nightmare begins to unfold in real time. "Do you have any idea how many dots there ARE, hyung?! I'm like a walking... dot-factory!"
Jimin absolutely loses it, doubling over in laughter as crumbs from his chips scatter across the floor.
"Okay, Kook, you need to calm down," Taehyung says, though his tone suggests he's also suppressing a laugh. "She's just curious, that's all. You know how Y/N is. She's a journalist. She's always sniffing around for a good story, right?"
"She doesn't need THIS story!" Jungkook yells, his hand clenching into a fist against his thigh. "Oh my god, what if she writes about it? What if she—what if it ENDS UP IN THE SCHOOL PAPER?!"
"Relax, relax, relax," Taehyung says in quick succession, his voice almost soothing now. "She's not gonna write about it. I don't think she'd do that to you... unless, you know, you give her a reason to."
Jungkook groans, leaning forward to bury his face in his hands again. "I'm so dead. She's gonna out me. My life is over. My life is literally over."
"Hyung," Jimin finally pipes up, gasping for air as he wipes away a tear from laughing too hard. "Tell him to just confess already. At this rate, she'll figure it out before he ever grows the balls to tell her himself."
"Confess?" Jungkook sputters, jerking his head up to glare at Jimin. "Are you insane?! You want me to walk up to her and go, 'Hey, Y/N, funny thing—remember how you thought I was stalking you? Well, surprise! I was, but it's okay because I'm Spider-Man!' That's your plan?!"
Jimin shrugs, smirking as he tosses a chip into his mouth. "Worked for Andrew Garfield."
"THIS IS NOT A MOVIE!"
Taehyung's laugh echoes through the phone, loud and clear. "Oh man, I wish I was there to see this meltdown in person. Seriously, Kook, stop freaking out. Just... play it cool, okay? She doesn't know anything for sure. Yet."
"Yet?!" Jungkook exclaims, horror-struck.
"Gotta go!" Taehyung says way too quickly, the call disconnecting before Jungkook can yell at him further.
Jungkook stares at the phone in disbelief, his chest heaving as Jimin's smug laughter reverberates in the background.
"Cool," Jimin repeats mockingly, curving his lips. "Yeah, Kook, just play it cool. You're so good at that."
Jungkook groans, tossing the phone onto the couch and collapsing after it. "I need new friends."
"You love us," Jimin chirps, reaching for another chip.
Jungkook screams into the pillow.
You were expecting something, anything, really. A subtle slip-up. A sheepish confession. Hell, maybe even some stammering and nervous sweating.
But the moment you confronted Taehyung—cornered him, really, by the vending machine in the student lounge—and the words "Do you know if Jungkook's Spider-Man?" left your mouth, all he did was cackle. Loudly. Mockingly. Like a full-on villain in a Saturday morning cartoon.
"Spider-Man?" he wheezed, doubling over and clutching his stomach like you'd just told him the funniest joke in existence. "Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook? Noona, you're joking, right?"
You blinked, momentarily thrown off by how visceral his reaction was. "No. I'm not joking," you said stiffly, crossing your arms. "What's so funny about it?"
Taehyung straightened up, wiping a fake tear from the corner of his eye as he glanced at you with barely contained amusement. "Do you know Jungkook? Like, know him? Because that kid has two left feet. I've literally seen him trip over air. How would he even swing that gracefully?"
For a brief, fleeting moment, you felt the smallest hitch in your resolve. Because, well, the evidence did kind of contradict itself, didn't it? Jungkook is clumsy sometimes. That much is true. You've seen him knock over a whole stack of textbooks just trying to nod hello at you in the hallway. He once walked into a doorframe because he was too busy staring at his phone.
Spider-Man, by comparison, is supposed to be graceful. Quick. Precise. Not... whatever it is Jungkook embodies most of the time.
But then you think about the stupid coffee shop incident. The way Spider-Man stammered and fidgeted and tripped over his words like a nervous wreck. The way he dropped his entire cool superhero persona when he handed you those damn matcha pastries. He wasn't exactly graceful then, was he?
And okay, let's talk about those pastries for a second. Because the more you think about them, the more your brain starts spinning. You distinctly remember mentioning them once—to Eunjae, over lunch in the cafeteria, weeks ago. How the hell would Spider-Man know about them if he wasn't there to overhear?
You frown, chewing on the inside of your cheek as the pieces start stacking themselves again in your head. Jungkook might be clumsy, sure. But Spider-Man was clumsy too. At least, that day he was. And the matcha pastries aren't just a coincidence. They can't be.
Your inner spiral is abruptly interrupted by a bright, familiar voice calling out behind you.
"Noona!"
You whirl around at the sound like a guilty kid caught stealing candy, heart practically leaping into your throat because you know that voice anywhere. And there he is, the devil himself—Jeon Jungkook, all floppy hair and dumbly wide grin, bounding toward you like an overexcited golden retriever.
He sidesteps a couple of students in his path, his long legs moving with just a little too much energy. Honestly, it's a miracle he doesn't trip.
"I brought you these!" he announces, holding up a plastic bag like it's some kind of trophy. His grin stretches so wide it practically touches his ears, and you hate that your first thought is how stupidly adorable he looks.
Stupid, you think, swiping the bag from his hand. Not adorable. Definitely not adorable. You're sure of it.
Peeking inside, your brows furrow. "Hotteok?"
Jungkook presses his lips together, humming as he nods eagerly. "Yeah! You—" His smile falters just a touch. "You don't like it?"
The way his face drops shouldn't make you feel so guilty, but it does, and it's annoying. "No, uh, I mean…" You struggle for the right words, because… hotteok? Really? You'd been expecting the matcha pastries again. This feels almost purposeful—like he's playing dumb. Is he? Or is this proof that you've been completely off base this whole time?
You're overthinking again. Shaking your head, you wave off the thought entirely. "Yeah, thank you, Jungkook-ah," you mutter, tone softer than you mean it to be.
The banmal slips out without much thought, but the effect it has is immediate. His eyes go wide, and then his whole face lights up in the kind of beam that makes you want to smack yourself for fueling his enthusiasm.
"This is the first time you dropped honorifics with me," he says, looking downright gleeful.
You clench the bag a little tighter and wish you could hate him. Why is he so excited over something so small? Why does it make your chest feel weirdly tight? And why is it so hard to stay annoyed at him when he looks at you like that?
God, this kid.
"Don't get used to it," you mutter gruffly, turning away before the growing warmth in your cheeks betrays you completely.
"So," he begins, falling into step beside you as you start walking toward the journalism building. "What are your plans for today?"
You don't respond. Not out of spite or anything—you're just not in the mood to entertain whatever puppy-dog energy he's radiating right now.
"Writing notes?" he prompts, glancing sideways at you, his tone just a little too hopeful for your liking.
Still, you say nothing.
"Coffee?"
Nope.
"Gonna catch leads for Spider-Man's identity?"
That one makes you stop dead in your tracks. You whirl around so fast he nearly collides with you, blinking like a deer caught in headlights. "Huh?"
His eyes widen marginally, mouth opening and closing like he's trying to come up with a quick excuse. "Taehyung told me!" he blurts, the words tumbling out in a rush.
For a second, you just stare at him, blinking once, then twice. "Huh," you reply, eyebrows quirking upward.
"Yeah!" he adds, voice pitching slightly higher, probably in an effort to sound casual. "He said you were, uh, investigating? Like, Spider-Man and all that? You know, trying to figure out who he is?"
Your head tilts as you study him, arms crossing instinctively. "Did he now?"
"Uh-huh," he nods enthusiastically, though the way his hand rubs at the back of his neck gives him away almost immediately. "I mean, not that I think that's, like, bad or anything? It's cool! Totally cool! I mean, you're a journalist, so, like, it's your job, right? Investigating stuff and—"
"Jungkook."
He freezes, looking way too much like a kid caught sneaking cookies before dinner.
"Why," you ask, narrowing your eyes just slightly, "do you sound like you're trying to convince me not to?"
"I-I'm not! I'm not," he stammers, waving his hands frantically. "I was just, you know, saying! Like, uh, if anyone were trying to find his identity, it'd definitely be you because, uh… you're smart? And observant? And not at all easy to fool?"
Your brow arches higher, his stream of nervous compliments only fueling the suspicion building in your chest.
"Right," you say slowly, dragging out the word as you step closer, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs nervously when your gaze meets his. "So hypothetically…"
"H-Hypothetically," he squeaks, leaning back like he's mentally bracing himself for whatever's coming next.
"If I was trying to find out who Spider-Man is," you continue, voice calm and steady, "you wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that, now would you?"
The way he freezes, body rigid and eyes darting everywhere but at you, would be funny if it weren't so telling. The sheer panic written all over his face is practically criminal.
"I—uh—no? N-No. Definitely not," he stammers, the pitch of his voice betraying him entirely. "W-Why would I have anything to do with that? I'm just a freshman! I don't even know Spider-Man! I mean, who even is Spider-Man? Could be anyone, right? Crazy world we live in, haha…"
You take a moment to just stare at him, fighting the urge to roll your eyes so hard they might actually get stuck. "Right," you deadpan, turning on your heel to start walking again.
Jungkook exhales audibly behind you, feet scrambling to catch up. "Y-Yeah, right! That's what I thought too!" he says quickly, clearly desperate to steer the conversation in another direction. "Anyway, uh, where were we? Oh! Notes! Are you writing notes today, noona?"
You don't respond. Again. Mostly because you're too busy replaying his very suspicious reaction over and over in your head like a mental highlight reel.
Yeah… no way this kid isn't up to something.
You keep walking, your steps steady, purposeful. Jungkook, as always, trots along beside you like he's afraid you might disappear if he doesn't keep up. And unlike you, who values peace and quiet, Jungkook doesn't seem to understand the concept of shutting up.
"So, like, I was thinking," he starts, voice bright and eager. "If Spider-Man's around all the time, do you think he lives nearby? Like, maybe he's a uni student? Or—or maybe he's secretly a professor? Oh my god, imagine Professor Kim as Spider-Man—he'd probably web someone for being late to class, right? Oh, oh, or he'd use his powers to booby-trap the lecture hall if we don't submit our midterms on time! Haha—what do you think, noona?"
You don't answer.
"And have you noticed he wears, like, the same colors as Yonsei's? Like, blue and red? Do you think that's on purpose? Maybe he's trying to rep the school spirit! Or maybe he's trying to throw us off! Who knows, right? I mean, what's your theory? You must have a theory—you're always so smart about these things—"
"Jungkook," you interject, your voice flat as you stop abruptly in your tracks. He almost trips trying to halt beside you, blinking wide-eyed like he didn't expect you to actually respond.
"Yeah?"
"Don't you have class?" You ask, turning your head just enough for him to see the pointed look you're giving him.
He licks his lips, and you know he's about to lie before the words even leave his mouth. "No?"
"Liar," you deadpan, already turning back to face forward.
"You know my schedule?" he shoots back, voice teasing as he trails after you again.
You roll your eyes but don't give him the satisfaction of a retort. If you respond, he'll just milk it—probably tease you further, or worse, distract you with another string of nonsense questions about Spider-Man. No, you're better off ignoring him.
So, you keep walking. He keeps rambling.
And then—
The sound of a bus engine roaring down the street takes you off guard. You don't even register the rush of movement until it's too late.
Suddenly, there's a firm pressure against your shoulders, and you're stumbling—but not forward, no—backward. Stumbling directly into Jungkook's chest, his arms bracketing your body like they're the only thing stopping you from tumbling straight into the pavement.
Your breath catches, your heart pounding against your ribs. You freeze, blinking up at him in shock. "What the—"
He's close. Too close. His face hovers just inches from yours, his expression wide-eyed and… strained.
"Are you okay?" he blurts, his voice laced with breathless concern like he's just sprinted a marathon.
You don't answer. You can't answer. Because all you can think about is how the hell he even managed to grab you like that.
He was five meters away. Five meters away, Jungkook. There's no way he could've—
"What the fuck," you murmur under your breath, your mind racing a mile a minute as you shove yourself upright, still staring at him like he's grown a second head. "How—when—how the fuck did you just—"
"It was nothing!" he rushes out, cutting you off before you can finish your sentence. His voice cracks, and he's already letting go of you, stepping back like he's afraid of the scrutiny in your eyes. "I-I mean, reflexes? Adrenaline? Fight or flight? Haha…"
You narrow your eyes, suspicious once again. "…Right."
Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, the tips of his ears turning red. "Yeah, uh… it's all good. You're fine, right? Totally fine! So, uh… should we—keep walking? Yep, let's keep walking!"
He starts to turn away again, clearly desperate to move on, but you don't budge. You're too busy trying to piece together what just happened, trying to figure out how Jungkook keeps doing things that defy all logic and common sense.
And that's when it hits you.
Spider-Man. Fast reflexes. The ability to move like that without warning. You glance down at his feet, planted firmly on the ground, and then back up at his sheepish grin.
No fucking way.
"I'm leaving."
"No—come on, Tae, you promised!" Jungkook whines, clutching at Taehyung's shoulder like a child trying to stop his older sibling from walking out the door.
Taehyung stops mid-stride, turning to glare at him with an expression that's this close to murderous. "I promised you I'd study with you at the library," he hisses. "Not that we'd come here so you can sit there and drool all over her."
Jungkook freezes, eyes wide. "I—what?!"
"You heard me," Taehyung deadpans, shoving Jungkook's hand off his shoulder.
"I have no clue what you're talking about," Jungkook mumbles, feigning innocence as he suddenly averts his gaze.
Taehyung rolls his eyes so hard it's a miracle they don't get stuck. "Kook, you've been staring at her table since we walked in. Don't even try to deny it."
"I—have not!" Jungkook protests, voice pitching just slightly higher than normal. His head jerks around, and of course his eyes instinctively flicker to your table. The one three meters to the left. The one where you're currently sitting, completely engrossed in your notes, pencil moving methodically across the page like it's the only thing that matters in the world.
You're breathtaking. Ethereal. Like a beam of light in the dull, dusty gloom of the library.
And honestly, Jungkook's not even sure why he's into you. Okay, maybe he's a little sure. Or a lot. But that's not the point—the point is—he is definitely not staring. Not staring, not drooling. Definitely.
"You're doing it right now, man," Taehyung mutters, arms crossed.
"I'm not!"
"You are."
"I'm not! It's just—" Jungkook swallows, gesturing vaguely in your direction. "I was just… checking out the table. It's a nice table! Good wood quality, sturdy legs. The craftsmanship is—"
"Good wood quality?" Taehyung repeats, staring at him like he's lost his mind.
Jungkook groans, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Fine! Okay! Maybe I glanced at her for a second. It's not a crime, hyung!"
Taehyung lets out a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose like he's already regretting his life choices. "I am so done with you," he mutters. But even as the words leave his mouth, he walks toward one of the tables anyway and plops his bag down into one of the vacant chairs.
"Sit," he grumbles, motioning vaguely to the chair across from him. "And don't make me regret this."
Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice. He practically trips over himself as he sits, trying to act cool and not-at-all-focused on the fact that you're sitting so close. So close that he can see the faint furrow in your brow as you concentrate, or the way you absentmindedly tap the end of your pencil against your notebook.
He's not staring. Definitely not staring. Probably.
"You're staring again," Taehyung says flatly, not even bothering to look up from his own notes.
"No, I'm not!" Jungkook hisses, slouching lower in his chair.
Taehyung snorts. "Okay, Mr. 'Good Wood Quality.' Sure."
Jungkook tries. He really does. He's here to study—or at least, he's here to pretend to study—and he's determined to do something productive. Something library-like. Something that doesn't involve spending the entire time sneaking glances at you like some lovesick idiot.
So, step one: grab a book. Easy. People in libraries read books, right? He can do that. Simple.
He meanders through the shelves, grabbing the first book that catches his eye. He doesn't even check the title. Doesn't matter. A book's a book.
Step two: sit down. Done. Chair, occupied. Book, open.
Step three: look at the book like he's actually reading it.
He squints at the text, hoping his brain will absorb something through sheer willpower because god knows his mind sure as hell isn't cooperating right now. Every five seconds, it drifts back to the table three meters away, where you're still sitting, still taking notes, still looking unfairly... breathtaking.
"Jungkook," Taehyung mutters, his voice barely above a grumble as he glances up from his own book. "Why the fuck are you reading that?"
"What?" Jungkook blinks, startled, then looks down at the book in his hands for the first time.
Advanced Theoretical Physics.
Oh.
"You don't even study physics," Taehyung points out flatly, his tone dripping with judgment.
Jungkook flushes, slamming the book shut and fumbling to shove it under the table. "I—uh—thought it looked interesting."
Taehyung stares at him. "Sure you did."
Before Jungkook can come up with anything to salvage what's left of his dignity, you—of all people—decide to stand up, and all the air in Jungkook's lungs promptly decides to leave with you.
Oh, god. You're moving. Why are you moving? Where are you going? Should he say something? Should he act casual? Should he—
You shift slightly, gathering your things, and suddenly Jungkook's heart is doing this weird thing where it's racing and stuttering and flipping over itself, and now his body is moving before his brain can even think to stop it.
"Gotta go," he blurts, practically tripping over his chair as he bolts to his feet. "To the bathroom. I have to—pee. Yeah, really super really need to pee right now. See you in a bit!"
Taehyung looks up, stunned, as Jungkook all but sprints toward the library exit. "What the—wait—"
But Jungkook's already halfway across the library, muttering curses under his breath as he tries not to make it obvious that he's absolutely not going to the bathroom.
Taehyung sighs deeply, dragging a hand down his face before muttering to himself, "He's gonna get us banned from this place, isn't he?"
Jungkook's halfway to the library exit, heart pounding, when he realizes something odd.
You're not heading to the exit.
You're not even walking toward the bathroom.
He skids to a stop, trying very hard to play it cool, to act like he's not absolutely clocking your every move. His hands find their way into his hoodie pocket as he leans against the nearest bookshelf, pretending to scan the titles like he's not also sneaking glances at you over his shoulder.
Okay, so you're not leaving. That's fine. Totally normal. You're just… heading deeper into the library. Toward some distant corner, weaving past tables and shelves like you've got some secret mission.
And Jungkook? Jungkook is absolutely not a stalker. He's not. He's just curious. That's it. Normal behavior. Normal library behavior for a normal freshman.
Totally not unhinged.
But then you disappear behind a bookshelf, and his feet are moving before his brain can step on the brakes.
He follows, not too fast—just casual-like. Normal person stuff. Nothing suspicious. His eyes dart between shelves as he tries to spot where you went, his stomach doing this weird twisty thing that's part nerves, part excitement, part oh-god-why-am-I-like-this anxiety.
And just when he thinks he's catching up, just when he rounds the corner of yet another shelf and is about to spot you—
Yank.
Jungkook barely has time to register what's happening before soft hands grab him by the hoodie and pull him into a small, cramped room. His back bumps into something solid—he thinks it's the door—and suddenly you're standing right there, close enough that he can see every detail of your face, from the faint line of concentration on your forehead to the subtle curl of your lips as you exhale sharply.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
"You," you exhale, your voice sharp but quiet. "Have some explaining to do, young mister."
Jungkook's mouth opens, but nothing comes out. His brain is short-circuiting, sparking like a broken circuit board, because—how? Why? When? What?
"I—uh—I—what?" he stammers, blinking rapidly as his eyes dart around the tiny supply closet you've dragged him into. It's all brooms and cleaning supplies and the faint smell of lemon disinfectant, and holy fuck, it is too small in here. You're too close.
"Don't play dumb," you mutter, arms crossing as you lean back just slightly—not enough to give him actual breathing room, but enough to make him feel like he's being scrutinized under a microscope. "You've been acting… weird."
"Weird?" He squeaks, his voice cracking embarrassingly. "Me? Weird? No, I'm not weird! I'm—uh—normal! Super normal! The most normal person ever!"
Your brow arches, the skepticism written all over your face making his knees weak. "Normal people don't act like they've got something to hide," you reply evenly.
"I don't have anything to hide!" he says way too quickly, voice pitching high again.
You don't look convinced. Not one bit.
Jungkook swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry as he tries to come up with an excuse, a cover, a way to escape both this tiny-ass room and the weight of your accusing gaze.
But all he can think about is how close you are. How your voice sounds louder in this little space. How your shampoo smells faintly like citrus. How utterly and completely trapped he feels—not just against the door, but under the intensity of your stare.
And he's so screwed. So screwed.
"The bus thing," you say, and Jungkook feels his entire soul leave his body for approximately three seconds before crash-landing right back into his chest with a painful thud.
"What bus thing?" he asks, trying for innocent confusion, but his voice comes out more like a strangled whisper. "There are lots of bus things. Buses are everywhere. Seoul's public transport system is very efficient and—"
"Three days ago," you cut him off, eyes narrowing. "When I almost got hit."
Oh.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
The memory hits him like a freight train. Three days ago. That stupid bus driver who didn't see you crossing. The way his heart had stopped dead in his chest when he realized you were about to—and he'd just—without thinking—
He'd used his webs.
On you.
In broad daylight.
As Jungkook.
Not Spider-Man.
Just... regular freshman Jeon Jungkook, who definitely shouldn't have access to web-shooters or superhuman reflexes or the ability to yank someone out of harm's way from five meters away.
"I don't—" he starts, but his mouth is dry, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth. "That was just—"
"Just what?" you press, leaning closer. "Just adrenaline? Just reflexes? Just another totally normal thing that totally normal freshmen do?"
"Yes?" he squeaks, pressing himself further against the shelf on his back like he might somehow phase through it if he tries hard enough.
Your eyes narrow further. "Really."
"Really!" He nods frantically. "I mean, haven't you heard those stories? About moms lifting cars off their kids? Same thing! Totally the same thing. Chemistry major stuff. Very scientific. Fight or flight response. Cortisol. Adrenaline. Biology... things."
"You're not a chemistry major."
"I could be!"
"You're in communications."
"...Minor in chemistry?"
You stare at him for a long moment, and Jungkook swears he can feel sweat beginning to bead at the back of his neck. This closet is too small. The air is too thick. You're too close, and your eyes are too sharp, and oh god, he's really messed up this time hasn't he?
"Jungkook," you say, voice low and steady. "How exactly did you pull me away from that bus?"
"I... ran really fast?"
"You were five meters away."
"I'm... very athletic?"
"Five meters, Jungkook."
He swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Would you believe me if I said I've been working out?"
The look you give him could probably melt steel. "Try again."
"Yoga?"
"Jungkook."
"Pilates?"
You lean even closer, if that's possible, and Jungkook's pretty sure his heart is about to explode right out of his chest. "One more chance," you murmur. "Tell me the truth."
And god, he wants to. He really, really wants to. Because you're right there, looking at him with those eyes that see right through him, and he's tired of lying, tired of pretending, tired of—
"I just..." he starts, voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't let you get hurt."
Your expression softens, just slightly, but your gaze remains unwavering. "How did you do it?"
"I—"
Just as Jungkook's about to bolt, there's a distinct click that makes both of you freeze.
"What the—?" You whirl around, pushing past him to grab the handle. It doesn't budge. You try again, yanking harder this time. Nothing.
"You must be fucking kidding me," you mutter under your breath, jiggling the handle with increasing frustration.
And that's when Jungkook realizes several things at once:
1. Someone's locked you two in.
2. The closet is tiny.
3. You're pressed up against him trying to open the door.
4. Your ass is—
Oh god.
Oh god.
This cannot be happening. Not again. Not after the coffee shop incident. Not after he literally had to swing away to deal with his... situation.
"Fuck," he breathes, trying to press himself further into the piece of furniture behind him, but there's nowhere to go. The shelves dig into his back as he attempts to create even an inch of space between your bodies.
His hands hover awkwardly at his sides, not daring to touch you, not daring to move. His breath catches in his throat as you shift again, still wrestling with the door handle, completely oblivious to the way each movement sends sparks of electricity through his entire body.
"Hey!" you call out, banging on the door. "This isn't funny!"
Focus on something else, Jungkook tells himself desperately. Anything else. Math. Chemistry. Professor Kim's boring lectures. That time Jimin ate an entire jar of kimchi and—
You shift again, and Jungkook has to bite his lip to suppress a strangled noise.
"Seriously," you growl, hitting the door again. "Whoever's out there better unlock this right now or I swear to god—"
Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Dead puppies. Tax forms. Spidey suit chafing. Anything but how soft you feel against—
"Jungkook?" Your voice cuts through his desperate mental gymnastics. "You okay? You're breathing kind of weird."
"Fine!" he squeaks, voice way too high to be convincing. "Totally fine! Just, uh... claustrophobic! Very claustrophobic. Super claustrophobic. Did I mention I'm claustrophobic?"
You turn your head slightly, and even in the dim light, he can see your brow furrow. "Since when?"
"Since... right now?"
Another shift of your hips as you try the handle again, and Jungkook has to close his eyes, silently praying to whatever deity might be listening to either kill him now or get him out of this situation before he combusts from sheer embarrassment.
Because if you notice... if you realize... oh god, he'll never live it down. He'll have to transfer schools. Change his name. Move to a different country. Become a hermit in the mountains where no one will ever find him—
"Can you try pushing while I pull?" you ask, completely unaware of his internal crisis.
Jungkook makes a sound that might be agreement, might be distress, might be his soul leaving his body. He's not really sure anymore.
All he knows is that he's trapped in a closet with you, with your body pressed against his, and his spidey-sense is absolutely no help because apparently it doesn't warn him about situations that might kill him from pure mortification.
"Jungkook?" you prompt again, and he realizes he hasn't moved to help with the door.
"Right!" he says quickly, voice cracking. "Sorry! Just... give me a second to... uh... mentally prepare."
You snort. "For pushing a door?"
"Yes," he says weakly, because what else can he say? 'Sorry, I need a minute because you feel too good pressed against me and I'm trying very hard not to embarrass myself'?
Yeah, no. He'd rather die.
Jungkook does what you say. He really does. He plants his palms flat against the door, muscles tensing as he tries to push in time with your pulls. But it's too much. Too much to focus on, too close, too you.
His very healthy, very 21-year-old brain is absolutely screaming some unfortunate, very, very filthy thoughts right now, and no amount of silently yelling at himself to stop it, stop it, STOP IT seems to be working.
Push and pull. Yeah, he's thinking of that in an entirely different context, and honestly, sue him. He's a guy. A guy experiencing literal hell because your ass keeps brushing against him every time you shift, and it's doing things to him.
You move again, and Jungkook swears he's going to lose it. Like, right here. On the spot. His knees are weak, his palms are sweating, and his brain is running on some kind of autopilot loop of, "Abort mission! Shut it down! This is a disaster!"
Fuck him. Fuck his life. Just take him now, death. Send the reaper. Hell, send Taehyung to throw him into the Han River. Anything but this.
But then—just as his brain reaches critical overload—you stiffen.
Oh no.
You turn your head slightly, glancing at him over your shoulder, and the look in your eyes is... not great. In fact, it's terrifying.
"Jungkook," you say, his name an ominous warning.
His whole body seizes, every alarm in his mind blaring at full volume as sweat beads at the back of his neck. "Yeah?" he squeaks, his voice cracking so hard he wants to dig his own grave and lie in it.
"Are you hard?"
Oh, fuck.
Oh FUCK.
His brain short-circuits. His entire being freezes. His soul? Gone. It has left the building. His vision blurs at the edges as the words echo around the tiny closet, bouncing off every surface and hitting him square in the chest over and over again.
"I—uh—what?" he stammers, his voice so high-pitched it might as well be a dog whistle.
You straighten, still half-facing him, and your brow furrows with that look of realization that makes him want to throw himself into the sun.
"You are," you say, your tone shifting between disbelief and a growing edge of... amusement?
"I—I—no—what? No, I'm not! That's—no, that's ridiculous!" He tries to back away automatically, but there's nowhere to go, and his shoulders slam against the wood behind him.
You fully turn at this point, arms crossing as you raise a suspicious eyebrow. "Really, Jungkook?" Your eyes drift ever so slightly downward, and oh no oh no oh no don't look down don't look down don't look down.
He flails. Not physically, thankfully, but mentally? He's losing it. He's scrambling for something, anything, to salvage even a shred of dignity.
"It's—it's not what you think!" he blurts out, his hands flying up defensively. "It's—it's the—the door! Yeah! This stupid closet! I told you I was claustrophobic, right? That's gotta... do something... biologically... right?"
You stare at him, unimpressed. Completely, utterly unimpressed.
"It's not me," he continues, voice cracking again because his body is betraying him. "It's—it's like—science! Random reaction!"
"...Random reaction." Your expression is unreadable now, which somehow makes this worse.
"Totally random," he insists, nodding way too quickly. "You know, like... blood flow! Hormones! Human anatomy! It's a thing! You can look it up!"
"Oh, I'll look it up," you mutter, the corner of your mouth twitching like you're trying very hard not to laugh.
"Please don't," Jungkook whispers, his face burning so hot he's genuinely worried the fire alarm's going to go off.
And honestly? He doesn't even care if the fire alarm goes off at this point. He'd happily burn in this library right now if it meant escaping the absolute mortification of this moment.
Jungkook is fairly certain he's about to pass out, maybe die, and definitely disintegrate into dust when it happens. You turn around, shift again, just slightly, your body brushing against him in a way that feels… deliberate?
Or is his brain just playing tricks on him now?
Oh god. Oh fuck. Is this some cruel, sick hallucination brought on by his overactive imagination? Is his mind punishing him for thinking all those filthy, traitorous thoughts earlier? Why can't he have some kind of superpower to read minds right now? Be Professor X or some shit, because at this point, anything would be better than not knowing what the hell is going through your head right now.
Do you think he's a creep? A weirdo? A perverted little freshman who can't keep it together for five fucking minutes?
Or—
The thought makes his stomach flip violently, a spark of something hot—and definitely dangerous—shooting down his spine as you shift again.
Or do you find this… fun?
Amusing?
Arousing?
Because there's something about the way you're not stepping back, the way you're not recoiling in disgust, the way your breaths are just slightly heavier than before, that's making Jungkook's head spin.
And then you chuckle—low, quiet, but unmistakable.
"This is the first time this has ever happened to me," you mutter, the sound light but laced with something he can't quite name.
But he doesn't care what it's laced with. He doesn't even care what it means.
Because oh god, that chuckle—he'd bottle it if he could. He'd trap it in a jar and keep it with him forever, listen to it on repeat like a favorite playlist, let it echo in his head until he went insane from the sound of it alone.
His mouth opens, but no words come out. His body is frozen, his brain completely fried, every single one of his senses hyper-focused on the fact that you're still right there, pressed against him, closer than you've ever been before.
Say something, dumbass, his brain screams at him. Anything. Literally anything.
"I—it's not my fault?" he manages weakly, his voice cracking so pathetically he wants to punch himself.
You laugh again, and this time there's no mistaking it—there's something mischievous in it, like you're enjoying watching him squirm. And oh no, oh god, you're enjoying this.
"I didn't say it was," you reply, your voice smooth, calm, fucking deadly.
Jungkook swallows hard. His legs feel like they're about to give out any second now. His palms are clammy. His heart is doing that thing where it feels like it's both racing and stopping entirely at the same time.
"I—uh—should we try the door again?" he stammers, trying desperately to redirect the situation before his entire body spontaneously combusts from the sheer tension in the air.
You hum softly, not answering right away, and Jungkook feels every muscle in his body tense in response.
You keep moving, but now it's with purpose—up and down motions that are too deliberate to be anything but intentional. Like you're actually trying to... to get him off. Right here. In this tiny closet. In the fucking library.
Jungkook's mind is gone. Absolutely fucking gone. His consciousness has left his body, floating somewhere near the ceiling as he tries to process what's happening. He's honestly shocked he hasn't passed out yet, given how fast his blood is rushing south.
His hands hover awkwardly over your hips, trembling with the effort not to touch. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, desperate to hold back the embarrassing sounds threatening to escape. Because he refuses to pant like some desperate animal, even though that's exactly what you're reducing him to.
But then—oh fuck—you reach back, grabbing his hands. And before his brain can catch up, you're placing them firmly on your hips.
"It's okay," you murmur, your voice low and honey-sweet. "You can touch me."
The permission makes him shudder, a full-body tremor that he couldn't suppress if he tried. Your hand slides over his, guiding it upward, and his breath catches in his throat as you move it higher, and higher, and—
Oh god.
You press his palm against your breast, and Jungkook's brain completely flatlines.
A pathetic whimper escapes him before he can stop it. His fingers twitch against the soft swell under your shirt, and he's pretty sure he's died. This is death. This is heaven. This is some kind of fever dream his horny brain has cooked up.
"Is this really happening?" he whispers, his voice raw and desperate. "Like, actually happening? Not just another dream or—"
He cuts himself off, realizing what he just admitted, but it's too late. The words are already out there, hanging in the heated air between you.
"Another dream?" you repeat, and he can hear the smirk in your voice. "You dream about this often, Jungkook-ah?"
Fuck.
"Way too often," he confesses, the words spilling from his mouth before his brain can catch up. And yeah, that's definitely because his mind has completely checked out. Because normal Jungkook? Coherent Jungkook? Would rather die than admit something like that.
But normal Jungkook isn't here right now. Normal Jungkook left the building the moment you pressed his hand to your breast. Now there's just... this Jungkook. The one who can't think straight because you're letting him squeeze and touch and feel, and your ass is doing absolutely criminal things against his cock.
His forehead drops to your neck, breath coming in heavy pants that he can't control anymore. Fuck trying to be quiet. Fuck trying to be composed. His hips move on their own, grinding forward to match your rhythm.
Because you gave him permission, right? You said he could touch. You guided his hands. So this is okay. This is allowed. This isn't just another fevered fantasy his desperate brain cooked up at 3 AM.
"Noona," he breathes against your skin, the honorific slipping out again because his filter is completely gone. His fingers flex against your breast, testing, exploring, learning what makes your breath hitch. "Fuck."
You guide his movements with a confidence that makes his head spin, showing him exactly how to touch you. His fingers find your nipple through the fabric, and the way it peaks under his touch makes him dizzy with want. Your hand stays over his, encouraging him to squeeze, to explore, to learn.
And Jungkook? He's never been this hard in his entire fucking life.
He's pathetic, really. Getting this worked up from some dry humping and breast play like he's fifteen instead of twenty-one. Sure, they're absolutely amazing tits—perfect, actually, fitting in his palm like they were made for his touch—but still. He's broadcasting his virginity like a fucking neon sign, getting this desperate this fast.
But he can't help it. Can't stop the way his hips keep rolling against you, seeking more friction, more pressure, more. He knows he's close—can feel it building in his abdomen, that telltale tingling that makes his toes curl in his stupid mismatched socks.
"Noona," he whimpers against your shoulder, the sound muffled by your shirt. "Noona, I'm—fuck—"
His breath comes in sharp, desperate pants. He's making these absolutely embarrassing sounds—little whimpers and moans he has to muffle against your skin because if anyone heard him like this, he'd actually die on the spot.
The pressure builds, and builds, and builds, until he's grinding back helplessly, practically sobbing because it feels so good he can't stand it. His free hand grips your hip like a lifeline, probably too hard, definitely leaving marks, but he can't help it.
"Please," he chokes out, though he's not sure what he's begging for. "Please, I'm—I can't—"
He's going to come in his pants like a fucking teenager, and the worst part? He doesn't even care anymore.
"It's okay, Jungkook-ah," you murmur, voice honey-sweet and deadly. "Let go for noona."
And that's—that should be illegal. The way those words hit him is criminal, making his whole body seize up like he's been electrocuted. His hips stutter, losing rhythm as everything goes white-hot. He groans against your shoulder, embarrassingly loud even muffled against the fabric, as his orgasm hits him like a fucking freight train.
He came. He just—he actually just—came in his pants. Like some inexperienced kid who's never been touched before.
Mortifying. Absolutely fucking mortifying.
A hiccup escapes him, something between a sob and a whimper, and he wants to disappear. To evaporate. To cease existing entirely.
"Hey," you whisper, so soft it makes his chest ache. Your hand reaches back, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck, and his skin erupts in goosebumps immediately at the gentle touch.
He wants to cry. Wants to apologize. Wants to explain that he's not usually this pathetic (lie), that he can last longer than three minutes (another lie), that he's not always this embarrassingly eager (the biggest lie of all).
But the words stick in his throat like clay, thick and suffocating. Because what can he possibly say? 'Sorry I just creamed my pants from some dry humping and titty grabbing?'
"It's okay," you murmur, and another hiccup escapes him.
No. No, don't do that. Don't pity him. Don't say those words like anything about this situation is remotely okay. Because it's not. It's the furthest thing from okay. He just—he literally just—
"I really liked that," you add, voice soft but sure.
Jungkook's head snaps up so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. "What?"
You… liked it? How could you possibly have liked that? He barely lasted three minutes. He came in his pants like a middle schooler. He probably squeezed your tit too hard and left bruises on your hip and made the most embarrassing sounds and—
"How?" he croaks out, voice raw and disbelieving. "How could you—that was so—I'm so—"
Pathetic. Desperate. Inexperienced. Embarrassing.
His brain supplies about fifty different self-deprecating adjectives, but none of them make it past his lips because he's still trying to process the fact that you said you liked it.
The dam breaks.
Jungkook is crying. Tears spill over his flushed cheeks, unbidden and hot with shame, and oh god, he's really lost it now. He's crying, actually fucking crying, because apparently, being mortified isn't enough. No, his body has to betray him in every possible way all at once.
His blurred vision catches you turning around to face him, and then your hands—soft, warm—reach up to gently brush the tears away from his eyelids. The gesture makes him hiccup, and he immediately wants to crawl under the floorboards and die.
"It was cute," you murmur, and your tone is soft but steady, like you actually mean it.
"Don't say that," he mumbles, voice cracking as he ducks his head, his tears threatening to spill faster. He can't handle this. He really, really can't.
You smile—a smile so kind it feels like a dagger to his chest. "Why? I'm not lying."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"It was so embarrassing!" he bursts out, the words tumbling from his mouth in one long, panicked string. "I made such embarrassing sounds and—and I—I came in my pants and—"
"It's what I wanted," you interrupt, your words cutting through his spiraling like a blade.
He freezes, the tears still clinging to his lashes. His breath catches, the air suddenly clammy.
"...What?" he croaks, the word so small and broken it barely makes it past his lips. His mind blanks, unable to process what he just heard. Surely he misheard you, right? Surely this is some kind of cruel, shame-induced hallucination because there's no way.
"It's what I wanted," you repeat, your voice unwavering as you look him straight in the eye, your gaze too steady, too certain.
His breathing stutters. His tears momentarily forgotten, he stares at you, wide-eyed and silent, like you've just flipped his entire world upside down.
Your hand is still on his cheek, thumb brushing away the lingering wetness under his eye, and Jungkook can't look away from your face. Can't process the way you're looking at him—soft but certain, like you actually meant what you just said.
"But—" he starts, voice wavering. "But why would you—I mean, I—" He swallows hard, his face burning. "I barely even touched you. I just... got off on you like some desperate—"
"Because," you cut him off, your other hand coming up to frame his face, holding him still when he tries to look away. "I liked making you fall apart like that. Liked knowing I could affect you that much."
His breath catches. "But—"
"And," you continue, your thumb trailing down to brush over his bottom lip, making him shiver. "I liked how honest you were. How you couldn't hide how much you wanted it."
Jungkook's brain short-circuits again. Because what the fuck? What the actual fuck? You liked that he was desperate? That he was pathetic and needy and—
"The sounds you made," you murmur, leaning closer, close enough that he can feel your breath against his lips. "Were fucking hot."
He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, caught somewhere between a whimper and a groan. Because this can't be real. This has to be some kind of fever dream. Some kind of post-orgasm hallucination.
"Noona," he breathes, his hands twitching at his sides, unsure if he's allowed to touch you again. "I—"
And then the door clicks.
Both of you freeze, heads snapping toward the sound. Light floods the closet as the door swings open, and there stands Taehyung, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"Time's up, lovebirds!" he announces cheerfully. "Did you two work out your... tension?"
Jungkook is going to kill him. He's actually going to murder his best friend. Right after he dies of embarrassment. Again.
"Hyung," he croaks out, face burning hotter than the sun. "Did you—was this—did you plan this?!"
Taehyung just grins, wiggling his eyebrows. "You're welcome!"
⤷ loving Jungkook was easy, he was the shy and nerdy guy no one really noticed, and that was fine for him. however, everything changed when a radioactive spider bite turned him into the city’s mysterious new hero. as a detective, you were quick to notice the shift. then, his mentor, Kang Sangmin, died in front of you. now, you’re hunting a killer and uncovering the truth about the man you thought you knew.
— pairing: spidey!jungkook x detective!fem. reader
— genre: established relationship, murder au, mystery au, spiderman au, angst, fluff, and smut
— rating: 18+
— words: 9,654
— warnings: swearing, strong language, mention of death, mention of adoption, mention of infertility, lots of kissing, some teasing, humping, oral sex (m & f receiving), nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, mention of sex, dead bodies, burned body, mention of fire, mention of crying, description of death, blood, mention of murder, and crying
— author’s note: hi guys!! The spiderkook fic is finally here & I hope you’ll enjoy it ✨ sorry it took me this long to post the first chapter, but life has been crazy again & my health is all over the place 🫠 however, i’ve written a lot lately & here you have the fic 💞 you’ll see that there is an alternation between jungkook & oc point of view throughout the chapter, i really hope you’ll enjoy it & let’s see if you’re good detectives 🕵🏻 thanks for reading & don’t hesitate to let me know what you think of this first chapter 🩵
Chapter I: the spider effect
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Jungkook
His eyes scan the lab report one final time, the pages worn from hours of review. Fingers move with practiced precision, lifting each sample, examining it under the harsh lab light. He's exhausted, but meticulous. A single error could bring his boss's fury down like a hammer. This has to be flawless.
Jungkook could have chosen the easiest way in his professional career. He could have decided to work for his father’s company; the doors were all open for him, but Jungkook never chose the easiest way like his infamous brother, Joongi.
Managing people and businesses is definitely not for him. He’s too shy to be around people, and he’s not sure he’ll ever be good at giving orders and being respected. He largely prefers to stay hidden behind a lab and work on something that truly passions him. Studying samples makes him way happier than sitting in a cold office.
His father, Seojoon, always encouraged him to do whatever he wanted. It was absolutely fine for him if his oldest son didn’t follow in his footsteps. He already knew his second-born, Joongi, would be the one leading the family’s company. His two sons are complete opposites, and that’s why he absolutely loves them deeply.
Seojoon could count on his oldest friend, Sangmin, to help Jungkook on his scientific journey. Kang Sangmin built from scratch a pharmaceutical company. He studied and worked hard before starting a company at 35. Today, his company is one of the biggest in South Korea. Seojoon and Sangmin were neighbors as kids, and their ambition turned them into the most influential men.
Both of them chose different lives. While Seojoon decided to marry and have children, Sangmin preferred to remain single even though he had a son at eighteen. But Sangmin always considered Jungkook as a second son. He has always been by his side and guided him every step of the way.
Even though Jungkook had Sangmin, he decided not to work in his company. Again, choosing the easiest way has never been for him. So he’s working on a company focused on finding cures for rare diseases. And that passions him beyond comprehension.
“Doctor Jeon,” a woman says while entering the laboratory. “A woman is waiting for you at the reception.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother to look up at her, too scared he’ll lose track of where he is, but a smile appears on his face. He knows who’s waiting for him. You. His beloved girlfriend. The only person he truly adores. Well, he loves his family, but it’s a different kind of love. Loving you is easy. You truly look at him and see beyond his looks.
The scientist doesn’t consider himself handsome, no matter how many times you said it. He’s always tucked behind oversized glasses, his hair pushed back in a bun, but he always wears his awkwardness like a second lab coat. Bunny teeth and big, soft eyes. He looks more like a nervous intern than a brilliant scientist, but that’s exactly why you love him.
“Can you tell her that I just need to finish the report?” he replies.
The woman only nods before disappearing, leaving him alone once more. He’s the associate research scientist and takes his job very seriously. The big boss is always very harsh with him, but it’s because she knows how good he is. She pushes him to be better, and he doesn’t mind at all. He adores what he does.
Now, he rushes his final review to leave as fast as possible to go on the date you organized. You’re going to eat at that fancy restaurant that opened recently. Finding a table was hard, but for once in his life, Jungkook used the “I’m Seojoon’s son” card. He did it for you because you desperately wanted to try this new restaurant.
Beneath his white coat, he wears a classic outfit—a light blue shirt paired with dark blue trousers. He also has a coat matching his pants, but he’ll put it on once he’ll leave the lab. During lunch break, he perfectly tidied his hair, abandoning the usual messy bun for a neater look.
Unlike one might think, this isn’t an uncommon outfit for him. Actually, this is what he’s used to wearing. When he was younger, he was kind of forced to wear this type of outfit. And now, every Sunday, when he goes to his parents, he puts on his best outfit. Otherwise, at home, he prefers to wear larger clothes and only makes a small effort for work.
While checking the last samples, a tiny spider crawls across his hand. Since he’s very focused on the sample, he lets it be, but he wonders how on earth it got here. Erika, an American colleague temporarily assigned to the lab, has been studying spider species. Normally, they’re kept safely in their enclosure.
Jungkook doesn’t even know if the spider is venomous, but if he moves, he’ll risk compromising the sample. The second he places it down, the spider bites him.
“Shit,” he swears.
The man instantly takes the spider and places it back in the enclosure, then walks to the sink to clean the bite with water and soft soap. He’ll keep an eye on it in case it becomes weird, and mentally notes that he’ll need to apply a cold compress once at home. He gets back to work because he’s too eager to finish quickly.
As soon as everything is done, he sends the report to the department director, puts back the samples in that humongous fridge, and removes his white scientist coat to replace it with the dark blue one. As he puts his coat on, his eyes linger for a little while on the ring on his finger.
Ten months ago, on your first anniversary, you bought matching rings with your initials engraved on them. They don’t look like wedding rings, but they carry the same promise. A promise of eternal and unconditional love.
The man closes the lab before rushing to join you. He doesn’t want to make you wait any longer. In seconds, he’s inside an elevator, making his way to the ground floor. When he comes out and walks to the reception, he finds you sitting on a bench with your eyes looking at your polished nails. The brightest smile grows on his face when he sees you. You make him happy like nobody ever did.
You finally turn your head, and your eyes instantly meet his. Slowly, you stand up with your purse and jacket in your hands. Jungkook falls even more in love with you. You’re wearing that pale purple silk dress he offered you at the early stage of your relationship. He wanted to impress you and offer you whatever you wanted. Money was never an issue for him. He wanted to use it on you. He still does.
“Woow,” he says when he’s standing in front of you. “You look like a fucking dream, pumpkin.”
The pumpkin nickname arrived when you confessed how much you like a good pumpkin soup. Your mom always prepares it in the winter, but now that you live with your boyfriend, you’re the one preparing it. However, your mother brings you some once in a while.
You tiptoe to kiss your boyfriend, and he gently wraps an arm around you. Being around you is his favorite place on earth. He always wonders how he got so lucky to find you, and he’ll forever be grateful that destiny placed you in his arms.
“And you always look so fine with that suit, nerdy,” you whisper on his lips.
Jungkook never liked being called ‘nerdy’; he always hated it, but you’re the only one he’ll ever let. It actually makes him happy to hear you call him by that nickname.
“Ready to go to that fancy restaurant?” he asks while intertwining his fingers in yours.
“I’m so excited,” you giggle.
Your boyfriend can’t help but find you absolutely adorable. You both make your way out of the building, saying goodbye to the receptionist. Since the restaurant isn’t too far, you walk together in the streets. The closeness between your boyfriend’s workplace and the restaurant is the reason why you joined him. If it weren’t the case, he’d be the one waiting for you at the reception of the police station.
“How was your day, pumpkin?” he asks before placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.
“Same as always,” you shrug. “We found a dead body and are now investigating the cause of death.”
Jungkook doesn’t understand how you can be doing this; you’re constantly meeting death and crazy killers. That simple thought sends shivers down his spine. Most of the time, he’s worried about you. Any crazy killer that you put behind bars has reasons to hate you and chase after you. He’s scared that one of them might do it.
“Not a traumatic dead body?” he asks with concern.
Sometimes, when you arrive home, you burst into tears. Some deaths are harder to deal with than others. On those days, your boyfriend makes sure to give you all the comfort you need.
“No,” you shake your head. “It was a simple shot to the heart.”
“Don’t know how you can call that ‘simple’,” he chuckles. “Nothing is simple with a dead person.”
You smile while his hand squeezes yours. For the rest of the walk, you explain to him how this death was simple, and the case might be closed very soon. The man found dead was hated by everybody, so one of those people might be responsible.
Jungkook also explains what he’s been up to for the day. He doesn’t go into much detail, as it’s confidential, and because you don’t know much about scientific stuff. Nonetheless, it warms his heart to share with you what he’s been doing.
Once you reach the restaurant, he walks in front of you, his fingers never letting go of yours. At the entrance, he informs the waitress under which name he booked a table. She guides you to a table near the window. A bright and big smile grows on your face when you notice the incredible view.
“You outdid yourself,” you tell your boyfriend as he pushes your chair.
“Couldn’t bring you here without getting the best seats,” he replies. “If I were going to pull the Seojoon’s son card, I needed to do it properly.”
“You’re not wrong,” you say, sitting down.
Your lover grew up going to prestigious restaurants. His parents would never settle for cheap ones because it was all about image. Jungkook never minded it. It was just a restaurant after all. But as he reached teenage years, he realized he was the only kid at school who never went to McDonald's or any of those fast food restaurants. He already felt like an outsider, but that made him feel even weirder compared to the others. His entire life, he was the nerdy guy nobody ever noticed or looked at. But he never cared about it. He had his friends, and that was enough.
However, as years went by, he started to wonder if he would ever find a girl. He was nobody’s type, especially in the world he grew up in. Girls were only interested in looks and money. He had the money but not the looks. But sounds like money wasn’t enough.
And then, one day, he met the girl who brought some DNA samples. It was late, Jungkook’s company had agreed to assist the police with a case, and you showed up at his lab. It was your case. You were running after a serial killer. Since it was an emergency, the police needed the best lab.
Jungkook had only been working there for five months. You spent the entire night together. Him examining the samples and you, attentively watching him work. You’d ask him random questions because you were curious to find out more about him. He intrigued you. And by the end of it, you offered him breakfast to thank him. Yeah, it was already like 5 am when he finished.
It was the best night of your lives, and it was the beginning of something beautiful.
Jungkook fell madly in love with you. Just like you did with him.
You’ve been his first in all aspects of his romantic life, and even though that scared you at the beginning, you’ve been enjoying it a lot. Watching him discover everything with you is one of the biggest accomplishments of your life.
“Next month, Sangmin is organizing a dinner at his place,” Jungkook begins. “He’d like to have us. Is it fine for you?”
It’s been a while since Jungkook last saw Sangmin. He’s been travelling a lot, gathering awards for his company’s accomplishments, and building a new branch in Kyoto. They’ve of course discussed a lot over the phone because Jungkook always feels the need to speak with him about scientific stuff.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you tell him. “Also, next weekend, Jin is inviting us over to his place.”
Jin is your older brother, and Jungkook is quite close to him. They created a rather great bond, one you never expected to be formed because of Jin’s protective tendencies. But your boyfriend really adores being around him.
“No problem.”
Your brother is currently on his honeymoon with his wife, Hyorin. They got married three weeks ago, and they’ve been enjoying their little romantic escape. Even though Jungkook won’t admit it, he misses your brother. They hang out together quite often.
“He’s inviting the whole family,” you add.
Jungkook frowns. That’s weird.
“Why?” he asks.
“Don’t know, but it’s for sure something important.”
A couple of months into your relationship, Jungkook got to meet your entire family, composed of your parents and your two older brothers. Besides Jin, you have another brother, Taehyung, who’s only a year older than you. You’re very close to the two of them, and through you, Jungkook got two new brothers.
“My mom has already called me asking if I knew why,” you shake your head with a smile.
“She’s too curious,” he chuckles.
“She’s already thinking that they might announce an upcoming baby, but I strongly doubt it,” you confess. “Jin and Hyorin always said they wanted to take their time and enjoy their married life before having a baby. But you know my mom,” you smile.
Jungkook adores your mom. She welcomed him with open arms when you introduced him. He was so scared your parents might reject him, but it was actually the opposite.
“She’s been patiently waiting for that grandchild,” he says while remembering the many conversations where she, without subtly, made you all understand that she wants to become a grandma.
Early in your relationship, you told your boyfriend that you and your brothers were adopted. Your parents had trouble conceiving, so instead of forcing and pushing their bodies to exhaustion, they decided to adopt. Jin was a year old when they brought him home, Taehyung was five months old, and you were just a month old. All three of you came from the same orphanage.
Your adoption was never a taboo subject, but Jungkook has always been very careful about how he approached the matter. He’s scared to hurt you.
“The day one of us gets a baby, she’ll throw the biggest party ever seen,” you jokingly say.
“I wouldn’t be surprised.”
When Jungkook looks at you, sometimes he wonders what you saw in him. To him, you’re the prettiest girl to ever walk the face of the earth, while he sees himself as an ugly and boring man. But he tries to brush those thoughts away because you’ve told him many times that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.
The rest of the dinner goes by quickly while you both talk about everything. Although you live together, it always feels like you constantly have so much to say. It’s like you haven’t seen each other in days, while in fact, it has only been a couple of hours.
Through it all, he felt normal, except for the itch in his hand. He kept scratching it without really noticing.
Once over, you walk back to Jungkook’s workplace because his car is parked in the underground garage. On the way home, you sing along to every song that plays out, always trying to see who can sing the loudest. Your boyfriend is kind of wild when it comes to singing.
At home, he opens the door and lets you in first. He follows right after you, closing it carefully. His hand slips into yours before gently pulling you to face him.
“You look so good in that dress,” he whispers.
His lips meet yours for a sweet and tender kiss; there’s no urgency or anything else in it. There’s only warmth. The tenderness in it makes your heart melt completely.
“Not as good as you,” you whisper against his mouth.
Your boyfriend leads you both to your shared bedroom, his touch hinting that he wants more than just kissing you. As soon as the door closes, he turns, and his lips crash on yours once again. Your hands cup his face while you kiss him passionately. He’ll never grow tired of kissing you. He’s definitely addicted to you in every possible way.
Jungkook reluctantly breaks the kiss to sit down on the edge of the bed with an unsteady breath. He also takes his glasses off, placing them on the nightstand. You quickly follow him, settling into his lap and straddling him. The way your dress rides up steals his breath all over again. Your now bare legs are pressed against him, and his hungry eyes roam up your body, drinking in the view with the most perverted smile growing on his face.
“You look even better from this perspective, pumpkin,” he confesses, his voice low and thick with desire.
Surprisingly, he pulls his phone from his pants pocket before taking a picture.
“Seriously?” you say as you shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Just wanted to capture perfection,” he says.
You roll your eyes, but he notices the smile fighting its way through. That smile disarms him every time.
Once he has taken enough pictures of you, he throws his phone somewhere on the bed. His hands find their way to the sides of your waist, running up and down. He absolutely savors the way your body responds. You shiver under his touch, and the reaction sends a deep pulse straight through him.
“God,” he thinks, “how did I ever get this lucky?”
Your lips crash into his again, stealing what little composure he has left. Then, in an attempt to tease him, you slowly grind your hips against his. Heat instantly blooms low in his abdomen. A low and deep groan leaves his mouth before he can stop it, a sound that you gladly swallow.
He tries to keep his breathing steady, but it’s useless. Every roll of your hips pulls him deeper into the haze, his focus narrowing to the friction between you, your warmth, your weight, the way you know exactly what you’re doing. His hands grip your waist, trying to ground himself, but his control is slipping fast.
Then you whisper against his lips, in a very teasing tone: “I guess someone’s getting turned on.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, but the sound dies in his throat as your hips move again. He can’t hide the growing tension in his body, and the ache building beneath his pants. His heart’s pounding faster. The more you move, the more he loses himself in the moment.
Jungkook opens his eyes, staring at you with lust shining in his eyes. The effect you have on him is incredible; you have him on his knees. Speaking of knees, you get off his lap to drop down on your knees.
He instantly understands what you’re about to do, and he spreads his legs for you. Seeing you between his legs makes him grow harder. It’s such a turn-on position, especially since he knows that in a matter of seconds, your mouth will be wrapped around him. Too eager to feel you, he strips himself of his pants and underwear.
“Someone seems in a hurry,” you chuckle.
“Can’t wait to feel your mouth,” he admits.
You roll your eyes with the biggest smile on your face. He can’t help but find you even more attractive. Whenever you’re both about to go wild, he always finds you more attractive than usual.
“You’re lucky that it’s what I’m about to give you,” you say, while he throws his pants and underwear somewhere in the bedroom.
Right after, you spit on his cock before your hands touch his length. Immediately, a guttural moan escapes his soft lips. His eyes are glued on you while he runs a hand through his dark hair. Fuck, it already feels fantastic.
Seconds later, you shove his cock down your throat, which makes him growl deeply. His eyes rolling back to his head. The feeling of your mouth wrapped around him is like heaven to him. He could die right now.
Honestly, he’s so lost in pleasure that he can’t tell when you started to suck him. All he knows is that he’s a moaning mess. His legs are shaking like crazy as he gets closer to orgasm. It’s obvious he won’t last long with the way you’re sucking him off.
Jungkook avoids looking down at you because he knows damn well that the second he lays his eyes on you he’ll come. With shaking hands, he grabs your hair to guide you but never once does he shoves your face deeper into his cock. The last thing he wants is to hurt you, although he’s completely lost in pleasure.
“Fuck, pumpkin,” he growls. “You’re doing so well,” he praises you.
His cock twitches inside your mouth as he gets closer to the edge. He feels you hollowing your cheeks, pushing him closer to his orgasm.
“Can I come inside?” he asks when he feels himself very close to orgasm.
Even though you’ve been together for almost two years, he always asks for your consent when it comes to sex. In this case, he’d never want to finish in your mouth unless you truly desire it. The idea of doing anything without your full consent makes his stomach turn. Respecting your boundaries matters more to him than anything else.
His cum explodes inside your mouth while deep groans leave his lips. He delicately grinds his hips, pushing his hot seed deeper into your mouth. Your boyfriend feels your eyes on him while you take all he has to give.
When you remove your mouth from his length, he falls back onto the bed, his eyes looking up at the ceiling. How on earth can you only get better at pleasuring him? He’s sure that one day he’ll die.
“You’ll kill me one day, pumpkin,” his gaze shifts to meet yours.
“It’s not the purpose, nerdy,” you smile at him.
His lips crash against yours to fervently kiss you. His tongue doesn’t waste a second to meet yours, and he can taste himself. A little moan escapes his mouth, one that you instantly swallow.
However, you quickly break the kiss as you’re both horny as fuck and want nothing more than have sex. You rapidly undress before lying on the bed. Jungkook spreads your legs and nestles himself in between them. His favorite place on earth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
He then proceeds to kiss your inner thigh, and his soft lips on your skin send shivers down your spine.
“Jungkook,” your hand flies down to grab his hair.
His tongue swipes at your folds, his mouth wrapping perfectly around you. Moans of delight escape your lips, his favorite melody. His round nose rubs against your clit, and he does it on purpose because he knows it’s something you like.
“You always taste so good, pumpkin,” he mumbles against your core.
Your thighs squeeze his head, your fingers push harder on his hair, and your back arches off the bed while he delicately licks your folds. Feeling you falling apart makes him groan against you. He’ll never grow tired of it.
His tongue burrows into you, lapping at your wetness. There is nothing better than having your juices running down his throat. You heavily sigh with pleasure when he tilts his head up a little higher to lap deeper into you. When he pulls at your folds with his teeth, your back arches off the bed, your legs squeezing around his head harder, his name rolling off your tongue over and over again.
As he licks and bites your folds, you scream louder and louder, your orgasm threatening to explode at any moment. Since you started dating, he’s been learning like a good boy how to please you, and he’s proud of how he can make you come with his mouth only.
Two years ago, he wasn’t able to do anything to give pleasure to a woman. And now, he’s an expert in eating out and making love to you. He has memorized every single detail of your steamy sessions so he can get better each time. Pleasuring you is deeply important to him.
It’s a matter of seconds before you’re completely overwhelmed by your orgasm. Jungkook never stops until you’re squirting, his face now covered in your juices. He glances up at you again, his lips shining with your arousal that he blissfully licks with his tongue.
“You look so damn hot with my arousal all over your face,” you confess with a smirk.
Before doing anything else, he strips himself of all the remaining clothes to be fully naked. He can get quite sweaty while sharing an intimate moment with you, and having clothes on him doesn’t help at all. You take advantage of the moment to also get fully naked.
He crawls over your body, his fingers brushing along your stomach and up to your breasts. The man leans down to kiss the space between them, your back arching at the feeling of his lips on your skin. His round nose brushes against your chest while his mouth ghosts over your breasts. His warm breath stings against your sensitive skin, teasing you.
His hands hold your breasts tightly, and his thumbs flick over your nipples. Little moans leave your mouth. His lips kiss from the valley of your breasts up to your throat, his tongue licking all the way up.
Pulling his head back, his eyes get lost in yours before he presses his lips on yours, kissing you passionately and fervently. He’s impossibly hard, precum leaking from the head of his dick, and he wastes no time in pushing himself into you.
His cock slides in you quite easily, and you cry out as he buries himself deep into you. He knows that he’s impossibly big, that’s the first thing you told him when you saw him naked for the first time. Honestly, his chest swelled with pride that time. However, he’s also fully aware that it also stretches you a lot when he buries himself in you, and that it can be painful sometimes.
Jungkook pulls his hips out before slamming back into you so harshly, and he swears he felt your whole body shudder. The second he’s fully buried inside you, he stops his moves, watching down at where your bodies meet.
Slowly, he resumes thrusting back into you. The man hovering over you ensures to fill you up to the brim at a very slow pace. Your moans get louder as he rails the shit out of you.
“Faster,” you tell him.
A smirk appears on his face before he thrusts into you at a faster pace, which has you clenching so tightly around him. The room is quickly filled with the sound of his hips slapping against yours, as well as both your moans and heavy breathing.
The two of you get completely lost in your euphoria. You squeeze your walls around him, making him groan loudly, and he quickens and deepens his pace. The intensity with which he’s pounding into you makes you moan with delight.
“Oh, Jungkook,” you mewl before you bite at his lower lip, tugging at it hard.
His eyes are locked with yours, and right now, as he looks at you, it’s like the world around him has vanished completely. Jungkook caresses your face with a smile on his face.
“You’re so wonderful,” he says before pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips.
His pace gets relentless. The bed under you is creaking while your breasts are bouncing at the rhythm of his pace. One of his hands snails up from your waist to grab at one of your breasts, squeezing at your soft flesh before he pinches your nipples. The feeling is overwhelming you both at this stage.
The man above you leaves wet kisses along your jawline, your neck, and your shoulder. On the other hand, your nails scratch his back, leaving red marks all over him.
“Jungkook, I’m gonna,” you whimper. “I’m gonna cum...”
Your walls are clenching extremely hard around him, your legs are shaking, and your moans are pretty much out of control. He knows now that you’re close. His hips move faster, desperate to make you come undone under him.
“Come for me, pumpkin,” he whispers in the shell of your ear. “Make a mess all over my cock.”
The orgasm completely explodes. Your eyes close as your face contorts with pleasure, and you cry out his name over and over again. Jungkook watches with marvel the way you come under him and he enjoys the way your pussy creams his cock.
Jungkook’s dick throbs inside you but he continues to wreck you until he’s coming inside you. He’s fully aware that he isn’t going to last much longer than you do because damn, pleasure is overwhelming him so much.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he growls in your ear. “Can I come inside?”
You nod, and instantly, he lets go of any control he has over his orgasm, releasing his hot semen inside you. His body is completely tense while he sloppily thrusts two last times to push his cum deep inside you.
Then, he slowly collapses against your chest, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your neck as he nuzzles himself against you. Your arms wrap around him as the two of you come down from your intense orgasms. The room falls completely silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing.
“We should go take a shower,” he finally breaks the silence. “I smell like sex.”
“Don’t want to break it to you, but we just had sex,” you giggle.
“Really?” he pretends to be surprised. “I thought we were driving a spaceship.”
You shake your head while you laugh. The brightest smile grows on his face as he watches you laugh at his silly jokes. His entire life, he wondered how his mom could laugh at the stupid jokes his dad made, but now he understands. It’s love. And he also now understands how his dad feels whenever his mom laughs.
“Well,” he gets closer, his arms wrapping around you, “maybe we could drive the spaceship once more. I’ll even let you drive this time.”
“Is this how you’re inviting me to ride you?” you raise an eyebrow.
“Absolutely,” he answers without hesitation.
And just like that, you go for round two.
Jungkook
Jungkook slowly opens his eyes, blinking against the soft morning light. For the first time in years, he feels rested. Not just “not tired” but really rested. His head is clear, and his mind is light. He feels like he has slept for a month straight when in fact, he knows he barely slept six hours. It’s like someone pressed a reset button on his body. And God, it feels good.
He breathes in deeply, savoring the clarity until something odd cuts through the calm.
You’re in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, and he can perfectly hear you. The pouring of coffee in mugs, the water running, the way you put butter on the toast. He hears absolutely everything. It sounds like you’re standing right beside him, while those two rooms are far away from each other. His brows furrow.
“Since when can I hear that?” he mumbles to himself.
He sits up quickly, way too quickly. His body stretches like elastic, every muscle feeling sore as if he’s been hitting the gym all night long. Heat pulses across his back, his arms, and even down to his fingertips. He groans while rubbing his neck.
“What the hell did I do last night?” he whispers.
For sure, all the sex you had last night isn’t responsible for this soreness. This was a soft night because you didn’t go for many rounds. There have been nights when there were at least three rounds, and even like that, he never felt sore. So, this isn’t related at all to sex. This is something else.
By pure reflex, his eyes look down, and they instantly widen. His chest looks different. It looks leaner and tighter. His shirt clings where it usually sags. There’s definition where there wasn’t before, like faint ridges of abs, and the beginnings of something sculpted. He stares, jaw slack.
This is more than weird. How did his body change that much overnight?
“For fuck’s sake,” he groans as he tries to stand, but his feet don’t move.
They are actually glued to the hardwood floor. He yanks harder, and panic starts building up inside him. A soft cracking noise, like something unsticking, echoes under his foot before he finally sets free.
“What’s going on?” he breathes, heart pounding.
His hands shake slightly as he steadies himself. The room looks the same, but everything feels off. Colors seem more saturated, sounds sharper, and air thicker.
This isn’t normal. This is impossible. It all feels like a dream. But the soreness is real. The sounds are real. The growing fear in his chest is real. This isn’t a dream.
He walks to the bedroom mirror as he wants to check himself out. He wants to see with his own eyes how much he has changed, but it seems like it’s easier said than done. Jungkook struggles to walk to the mirror since his feet seem to cling to the floor.
“For fuck’s sake,” he swears. “How am I going to make it to work?”
Somehow, he manages to reach the mirror and gets absolutely stunned when he sees his reflection. The body he sees isn’t the same body he’s used to waking up in.
His chest looks firmer, defined in a way that no amount of gym sessions ever managed before. His biceps stretch the sleeves of his shirt slightly. Slowly, he lifts the sleeve of his tattooed arm to take a proper look. The sight takes his breath away. It looks a lot better now.
As he runs a hand through his hair, he notices the way his fingers move faster. Every little motion feels efficient, more controlled.
But even though this is all surprising, he only feels good. Like really good. It’s like his entire nervous system has been rewired. It’s more aware, more reactive. Even the air against his skin feels sharper somehow.
Too caught in his discovery, he doesn’t hear you coming.
“Honey?” you say, and he instantly looks at you.
At this precise moment, he realizes that he’s seeing you perfectly like he has never seen before. His vision has always been terrible. As far as he can remember, he's always needed glasses, but now, it seems that he doesn’t.
“Yes?” he replies.
You squint your eyes, and Jungkook wonders if you’re noticing the changes.
“Are you okay?” you tilt your head. “You seem weird.”
He definitely feels weird. Something’s off, and he can’t tell why.
“I guess I’m getting sick,” he tries to justify. “I don’t feel well.”
For a moment, you just stare at him, not saying a word. He’s getting worried, and his heart starts beating crazily.
“I prepared breakfast,” you finally break the silence. “I have to go. A new body was found.”
Jungkook nods while you step forward, pressing a goodbye kiss on his lips. He clings to the moment longer than usual, the warmth of your lips grounding him.
“Have a nice day, pumpkin,” he says, managing a smile as you disappear out the door.
The moment you’re gone, everything crashes back in. He can hear his own heartbeat, the wind brushing against the windowpane, and your footsteps as you leave the apartment. His fingers twitch, and he stares at his hands.
As he does so, an event from yesterday pops out. The spider. His eyes dart to the spot where he was bitten, but there’s nothing. No redness. No mark. It’s like it never happened. He pokes at the skin, but there’s nothing unusual. Well, at least not visibly.
He looks around the room. Every object is in sharp focus. He can count the fibers in the carpet. He sees even better now without glasses than with them.
“What the hell is happening to me?” he whispers.
He tries to move to the kitchen, but again his foot sticks. It clings to the floor, pulling with a strange suction when he lifts it. Instead of panicking again, he tries to calm himself down. As he does so, he realizes that it’s actually helping, and his feet don’t stick that much anymore.
This is without any doubt going to be a hell of a day!
You
“This doesn’t look good,” your colleague, Hyunwoo, says as you’re both looking at the dead body.
“It definitely isn’t,” you reply.
The victim is completely unidentifiable. The killer, or whoever did this, burned the victim’s car, and you’re now left with a burned body. This will take ages before you even find out who the victim is, and then, you’ll have to figure out what happened. This is going to be a long day. There’s no doubt about it.
“I’m already exhausted before we even start working,” Hyunwoo sighs.
“Me too,” you mumble.
There’s not much that you can do right now. You need to leave the forensic take pictures of the crime scene. Afterwards, you’ll be able to start looking for something around the car or inside it.
“How was your date with Jungkook?” Hyunwoo asks with a smile.
“It went well,” you smile as you remember last night’s events. “It’s a very fancy restaurant, and I’m glad we managed to go.”
Hyunwoo perfectly knows who your boyfriend is, and he’s also very much aware of how you managed to get in. He’s sometimes jealous that you found a wealthy guy. He wishes he could find one too.
It’s no secret that Hyunwoo is into guys; he doesn’t hide it. However, his parents still want to believe that maybe one day he’ll decide to settle with a woman. You’re pretty sure that this day might never come.
“That’s the perks of dating Seojoon’s son,” he says before chuckling a bit.
It’s clear that dating Jungkook opens quite some doors thanks to his father. Your boyfriend doesn’t take very much advantage of it, which isn’t the case with his brother, but that’s something you truly adore in Jungkook.
His father’s name literally gives him the world, but he doesn’t use it. He prefers to create his own path. However, it’s also related to his shyness. The man prefers to hide behind the shadows. He hates being under the spotlight. He leaves that to his little brother.
“Eeh,” you hit his arm. “He barely uses it.”
“He doesn’t need to,” he instantly replies. “He’s identical to his dad.”
That is absolutely true; he’s the spitting image of his father. It’s honestly so disturbing, but you can tell that when it comes to the outside world, it’s uncomfortable for your boyfriend. He adores his dad, but he doesn’t like that resemblance because everybody looks at him.
To most, it’s fascinating, but for Jungkook, it’s suffocating.
He adores his father, no question. But walking through life wearing Seojoon’s face comes with an unspoken burden. In public, he feels the eyes. The recognition. The expectations. People don’t just see him. They see the legacy, the name, the empire. And he hates that.
It strips him of something personal, something his own. He’s quiet about it, of course—he always is—but you can feel the weight pressing on him. Most of the time, it just breaks your heart because Jungkook is so much more than the son of Seojoon.
“I know,” you admit.
Jungkook hides a lot behind his glasses; you’ve noticed it. The glasses are what make him different from his father.
“Sometimes he wishes he wasn’t,” you add.
You’ve stopped counting the times when you held Jungkook in your arms while he was crying. People make too many comments without thinking about the consequences of their words. And Jungkook has very low self-esteem, and sometimes words hurt more than they should.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind having a powerful dad and looking like him,” Hyunwoo teases.
You roll your eyes.
“Trust me,” you reply, “it sometimes can be a curse.”
Well, you’ve only gotten to see it through Jungkook. It isn’t a curse for you. You don’t look like your father or your biological father. You’re actually a miny version of your biological mother, just like Jungkook is his father’s.
When you became a police officer, the first thing you did was find your biological parents. Not because you wanted to meet them or anything like that. But you wanted to see what they look like and what kind of person they are now. You have very loving parents, and you never felt the need to look for your birth parents.
Your birth mother was very young when she had you. She was only sixteen, and she had a shitty boyfriend. Following what you found out, he wasn’t really interested in becoming a father. So she decided to give you up for adoption. You know that she has been looking out for you, but you’ve never said anything.
Your birth mother got married years later and now has three kids, ages nine to two. She seems to be happy. At least, when you get to see her from far away, she seems to be a happy woman. And she has beautiful children. You’re sure that she wouldn’t be the woman she is if she ever kept you. Maybe you’d both be miserable.
But you’ll never know because she chose to give you a better life. And you’ll forever be grateful for that.
“How can you know that?” he raises an eyebrow.
“You’d know it if you’d have a boyfriend crying in your arms because someone used him.”
Jungkook is the love of your life. You knew it the second you saw him for the first time, and you did everything you could to have him. It wasn’t particularly easy to convince this man that you were into him because of his lack of experience. But you slowly both fell in love with each other. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to you.
“Detective y/l/n,” one of the forensics comes to you. “We’re finished with the pictures.”
“Thanks,” you offer a small smile.
Your eyes now move to your partner.
“Now let’s work and stop talking about my amazing boyfriend.”
Jungkook
Jungkook hasn’t been feeling himself for the entire morning. His hands and feet cling to everything. If he takes a sample to examine it, it’ll stick to his hand. If he tries to stand up and walk, it’s mission impossible even if he takes deep breaths. It’s starting to be frustrating.
His glasses have been more than discarded. He doesn’t see a damn thing with them, which is more than weird. His colleagues have asked him why he doesn’t wear them anymore, and he invented the shitty excuse that he has decided to use contact lenses. If anybody knows him well enough, they’ll know that he would never do that.
He has also noticed that his new sculpted body is very strong. He has already destroyed half of the lab material because he’s unable to measure his strength. Luckily, he’s always been clumsy, and he can hide behind that excuse, but it’s not the truth.
But the most surprising thing is the webs coming from his wrists. He doesn’t know how it happened or how it works, but there are webs everywhere in his lab. He has spent the past ten minutes cleaning them. He’s sure that he looks like an absolute idiot today, but everything has changed.
He isn’t the same.
He feels it deep inside himself. It’s like his DNA was fully rewritten. He’s not human anymore. There’s something more in his blood, which makes him like he is right now.
“Jungkook?” his colleague Erika frowns. “What are you doing?”
Jungkook turns red, caught cleaning the webs in the lab.
“There was some dirt, and it was making me nervous, so I’ve been cleaning.”
Erika just nods, half convinced.
“I’ve heard you were looking for me,” she says.
“Yep,” he nods while inviting her to come closer. “I’m curious about the type of spiders you’ve been studying here.”
She raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by his interest, but steps closer anyway.
“Most people avoid them.”
“I’m not most people,” Jungkook replies with a small, almost forced smile.
His hand instinctively brushes the spot where he was bitten, still uncertain if it really happened or if he dreamt it. Erika nods, then leans against the edge of the lab table.
“They’re part of an experimental species—genetically altered arachnids. Originally from South America, but we’ve been enhancing them.”
“Enhancing how?” he asks, trying not to sound too eager.
She pauses, eyeing him carefully.
“Their venom glands have been modified. In short, they can choose whether or not to inject venom when they bite.”
Jungkook frowns with surprise. This definitely sounds intriguing. He was never interested in what Erika and her team were working on, but now that he was bitten by one of them, he needs to know what they’d been doing to those spiders.
“They can choose?”
“They react based on neurological and hormonal stimuli. Think of it like instinct with a switch. In theory, if they don’t feel threatened or provoked, they don’t deliver venom. It’s a protective adaptation we were testing.”
“And what happens if they do inject it?” He swallows hard.
Her expression darkens slightly.
“Well, we haven’t fully tested it on humans. But preliminary results suggest the venom rewrites certain genetic codes temporarily. We still haven’t figured it out, but we hope this could help with aggressive diseases.”
Since Jungkook works in a pharmaceutical company specializing in rare diseases. Their purpose is to find a treatment or cure for diseases that are still very unknown to humans. They try to find a cure for what seems uncurable.
“We’re not yet confident to test it on humans. We think their venom might be too strong and might kill.”
His eyes widen, and he suddenly coughs a lot. Is he about to die? It certainly doesn’t feel like it. Outside of the sticky hands and feet, he feels great.
“We still need to study their venom more, which has many good properties for many diseases.”
Jungkook nods, half interested in her words.
“Why are you asking?” she narrows her eyes.
“Just curiosity,” he replies. “I was working near them yesterday, and it intrigued me.”
“Well, I was just about to go back to the lab. If you want, you can come and I can share with you what we’ve been doing.”
“Yeah,” he agrees.
They both head to the lab, and he tries to act normal, even though he still feels that odd stickiness in his feet. But unlike before, they don’t cling to the floor. It’s as if his body suddenly decides to behave.
When they reach the lab where he was working the day before, something shifts in him. His gaze is immediately drawn to the spider enclosure. He tries to ignore it, but the pull is undeniable, magnetic, almost primal.
There’s no rational explanation, yet it feels as if something inside him responds to them. His heart beats faster. His skin tingles. It’s not fear or revulsion, it’s need. As if a part of him recognizes them. Like they share something now. Blood, maybe. Or something deeper.
His feet move before his thoughts catch up, guiding him toward the glass tank without hesitation. His body wants to be close to them. He can feel it in his bones, in his nerves. He actually feels it in a place beyond reason.
Jungkook swallows hard. He’s not sure if this is curiosity or instinct. Erika speaks, but he barely listens to her. His eyes are constantly drawn to the spiders, and he can barely focus.
“Can I touch them?” he asks.
“Please wear gl…” before Erika can even finish her sentence, Jungkook is already opening the enclosure.
To their surprise, the spiders walk on Jungkook’s hand like it’s totally normal. They don’t avoid his hand. They walk straight to it like they know he’s one of them.
“That’s new,” Erika frowns. “They are usually very avoidant. Nobody can touch them.”
“They seem to like me,” Jungkook teases.
His eyes are glued on his hand with the tiny spiders. They simply walk like it’s the most normal and natural thing in the world.
“Let’s hope that they don’t bite you,” she says.
Well, Jungkook is definitely not going to tell her about yesterday’s event. She’ll for sure start studying him, and he doesn’t want that. He’s not some kind of experience. He prefers that she focus on finding a cure for diseases. What he’s experiencing now is not going to help. At least, that’s what he believes.
None of the spiders bite him, which genuinely surprises him. Maybe the previous bite changed something in him, marked him in a way they recognize. It’s possible they sense it. He doesn’t know for sure, but the lack of aggression unsettles him almost as much as if they had.
“Well, maybe I’ll leave them alone now,” he says as he tries to remove his hands.
The spiders walk back to their enclosure as if they understand that he’s leaving them. This is all so surprising.
“You’re the first that they haven’t bitten,” Erika admits. “Usually, they bite but without venom.”
Jungkook doesn’t know why, but he feels relieved to hear her say that. However, in some sense, he hoped that somebody else was also going through what he was feeling. It seems like he’s one of a kind.
“Glad they didn’t,” he smiles at her while closing the enclosure. “I don’t want to become some lab rat,” he giggles.
Well, he’s for sure going to run some tests on himself. He needs to understand what’s going on, so he’ll be his own lab rat.
“You’re lucky,” she chuckles.
The rest of the day goes by very quickly. Jungkook took some blood to examine it, and most probably, he’ll ask Sangmin if he can use his private and personal lab. He doesn’t want to start investigating his new nature in his workplace because someone might find out and do God knows what.
Once he’s home, you’re already there, watching Ginny and Georgia, your new favorite show. Instinctively, he walks to you, lowering his head to kiss you.
“Hi, pumpkin,” he whispers on your lips.
“Hi, handsome,” you reply.
“No nerdy today?” he smiles as he falls next to you on the couch.
His head rests on your lap while your hands find their way to his hair to play with it. He absolutely adores feeling you play with strands of his hair. It’s his comforting moment after work.
“Not when you’re not wearing your glasses,” you brush his hair back to take a proper look at his cute face.
“They were hurting my nose,” he lies. “I think I have to change them.”
You fall for his lie, apparently, and he’s relieved about it. He’s not sure he could have handled explaining that something is off with him. He’s not even sure you’ll believe him. But above anything, he doesn’t want to worry you with all of this. He needs to first figure out what is going on, and then he’ll tell you everything.
“Do you want me to massage that cute nose?” you offer.
“If my pumpkin proposes, I can’t refuse,” he offers you the biggest smile ever.
You massage his perfect nose, and his eyes get lost on his face. He’s so lucky to have you in his life. You’ve given him a purpose in life. He’s always so excited to go home, even though he adores his lab a lot. You’re the first and only person he loves more than his job.
Suddenly, there’s a faint knock at the door. You both freeze, glancing at each other, before rising to answer. Jungkook pulls the door open, and the world seems to tilt before collapsing under his feet.
Sangmin stands there, barely hunched, pale, trembling. His face is hollowed out, lips barely moving. Instinctively, you run inside to grab your phone and call emergency services.
“Jung…” he whispers, the name barely a breath.
Jungkook stumbles forward instinctively, his arms wrapping around the man who had once seemed unshakable. He feels how light he is. Fragile. A shell. Sangmin collapses into his chest, and Jungkook holds him as if trying to stop the inevitable.
“Sangmin?” Jungkook breathes, panic flaring in his voice. “What—what happened?” he stutters due to the panic taking over his body.
But Sangmin doesn’t answer. His head lolls. His eyes—the brilliant, determined eyes that once inspired Jungkook to become a scientist—are fading fast. Blank. His skin is cold. Jungkook’s own hands start to shake.
“No, no, no,” he mutters, voice cracking. “Stay with me—please—stay with me.”
His chest aches. His heartbeat is wild, like it’s trying to burst out of his ribs. This can’t be real. It can’t be happening. His mentor, the man who believed in him, who treated him like a son, is dying right here, in his arms, and Jungkook can’t do a damn thing to stop it.
Behind him, he hears you talking with a paramedic, but you’re almost screaming at the person to do as fast as possible. You’re telling the person that you’re a detective and they need to hurry.
“Someone…” Sangmin chokes, blood staining the corner of his mouth, “is trying to kill me…”
Jungkook is sobbing now, silent and desperate, his tears falling onto Sangmin’s skin.
“Don’t talk. We’re getting help—just hold on—”
Jungkook quickly looks back at you, and he sees how angry you are. He’s never seen you like this, but he can only understand you. You want help to reach your apartment as fast as possible because you don’t want to be the one investigating Sangmin’s death.
Sangmin is slipping. His breath is shallow. His fingers twitch weakly against Jungkook’s shirt. His heart is breaking as he sees him slowly drifting. Jungkook still holds him as tightly as possible.
“Tell yn…” he gasps, eyes flickering, “to find who… did this.”
“Yes, yes,” Jungkook frantically nods. “She’ll do it.”
A smile grows on Sangmin’s livid face.
“I…” he tries to formulate one last sentence, “love you, son.”
And then — nothing.
The weight in Jungkook’s arms suddenly feels unbearable. And as he sinks to the floor, cradling the lifeless body of the man who meant everything to him, something in him breaks.
“Sangmin,” he tries to call him, knowing perfectly he won’t answer. “Sangmin…”
The desperation in Jungkook’s voice is unlike anything you’ve ever heard. Your body instantly freezes, your breath catching. When Jungkook sinks to the floor with Sangmin, he breaks down in tears, calling him in such a heartbreaking way. Anyone passing by would understand that something tragic has just happened by the way he’s saying his mentor’s name.
Jungkook suddenly feels your body kneeling behind him, wrapping your arms around his trembling frame. You’re holding him as tightly as possible, your face resting against his back. Amidst this pain, feeling you comforts him in a way he can’t even explain. It’s like you’re holding a candle in the middle of a cave and guiding him.
Ironically, he’s holding in his arms the man he idolizes, and the woman he worships is holding him.
This day couldn’t have gone worse. He can’t say what the most tragic event of the day is. The spider effect or Sangmin’s death.
When the paramedics arrive, it’s already too late. As they examine Sangmin, you never let go of Jungkook. You maintain your body pressed against his, shielding him. When they finally lift Sangmin from his arms, the last of Jungkook’s strength crumbles. Tears fall from his face, his hands finding yours to grip them like he’s afraid he might disappear without your touch.
“I’m here,” you whisper before pressing a gentle kiss on his back. “I’ll discover who did this.”
Jungkook knows that this promise carries a heavy meaning. Tracking down murderers is your job. It’s like a second nature to you, but he knows that this time, it is different. You’re not investigating the death of a stranger. You’re going to find who killed a person who shared Jungkook’s heart with you.
This time, it’s personal.
And he knows without a doubt that nothing and nobody will be able to stop you. You’ll find the truth, and make sure justice is done.
prompt: Your superhero boyfriend helps you with your depression in the only way he can, through comfort, sex, and a little in between.
rating: 18+ MDNI
wc: 2.8k
theme: smut, smut with semi plot, dirty talk, the reader is depressed, he makes the reader feel better in so many ways, begging (he’s the type to get on his knees), body worshiping, praise kink (can u tell I have a praise kink), he talks you through it, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart, etc), reader gets doubtful, lmk if I missed anything else.
Closer to You - Jungkook (ft. Major Lazer)
— a/n: this was requested by anon, this is my first request omgggg, now I’m not that experienced in the smut writing category but I have read a shit ton of smut (ya girl loves her smut) so I have combined all of that into this drabble m’kay? also depending on when I finish this, I probably won’t proofread over it (if it’s like midnight or smth than nahhh), anywho buckle up tight babygirls because spiderkook is here to save you 😉😏
In every universe, there’s a spiderman, and in every universe spiderman has a Gwen Stacy, that Gwen Stacy being you.
You had been dating Jungkook for a few months and he has helped you through a lot, always being there for you, comforting you, even holding you on nights where all you do is cry for hours on end. Your depression has been getting the best of you these past few weeks and you have been letting it eat you alive for who knows how long.
You’re boyfriend of a few months worked as a bartender most nights and occasional days, he often came home late but you didn’t mind because you stayed up that late anyway. He had always told you to get proper rest and to not wait for him but you couldn’t help it.
Sometimes getting out of bed is extremely exhausting but you do it anyway, why? He helped you that’s why, ever since you two met in your freshman year of college, he’s been nothing but a gentleman towards you which is so rare these days.
He had always been there to pick you back up again, he had revealed to you that he was the city’s one and only spiderman a long time ago. You had been nothing but supportive of him, often doing the little things like doing his laundry so he wouldn't have too, cooking his favorites so he can eat when he gets home, giving him massages when he needs it.
You didn’t drink much but when you did, you almost always drank wine, beer not so much. Whenever you would go out, you’d always go to your local bar, which is the same bar Jungkook works at as well. Sometimes you’d surprise him, but not tonight, exams were hitting you especially hard and you needed a break from it all, even if it’s one drink.
You walked into the bar and sat down on one of the stools and watched as the bartenders worked and served drinks to others. You looked at the menu and skimmed through the drinks that they had. However you got interrupted as you continued to skim through the menu.
“Baby?”
“Koo?”
Jungkook finished cleaning a glass and put it back where it belonged and swung the towel over his shoulder, “I didn’t know you were comin’ tonight..”
“Yeah.. exam season is brutal..”
He nodded and leaned slightly against the counter, studying your features, “Why aren’t you home resting?”
“Didn’t feel like it..”
He sighed. His sigh of disappointment, as if he expected that answer.
“Honey —”
“Can I get a drink please..?”
Jungkook didn’t say anything but grabbed your menu and disappeared into the back. He returns a few minutes later, still in his work clothes but he doesn't have his staff pin on anymore. He whispered something to his boss, as the boss nodded, Jungkook walked out from behind the bar and over towards you.
You didn’t even notice when he came up behind you, he tapped your shoulder lightly, “C’mon baby let’s go.” you turn around, your eyes going slightly big as you didn’t expect to see him there.
“Go where?”
“Home.”
You looked at him and blinked a few times as he grabbed your hand and gently tugged you down from the stool. As you got down from the school, he grabbed your bag and slung it over his shoulder and started walking towards the exit.
Jungkook leaned close to you and whispered into your ear, “You know.. I know a way we can get home faster..” you looked at him and tilted your head, “Koo.. we’re in public and you don’t even have your —” Without another word he lifted his shirt slightly and you saw his spider suit peaking out before he pulled his shirt back down, covering it again.
Before you could get a word out or even reacted, Jungkook pulled you out of the bar and into the nearby alleyway, “This way is much more efficient.” he smirked at you slightly, you felt your face heat up a little and watched as he let go of your hand and took off his work clothes, revealing his spider suit fully.
“Mind if I put my shoes and clothes in your bag?”
“No.”
He nodded and opened your bag, putting his shoes and clothes in there before zipping it up. He put on his mask and stuck his hand out to you, while his other hand swung the bag back over his shoulder, “You ready to go for a swing?”
“Did you really just say swing?”
“Awh what? not funny? C’mon sweetheart I’m just hangin’ around!”
He’s an absolute idiot, but he’s your idiot.
“Your puns have only gotten worse since you became Spiderman.”
He dramatically clutches his heart, “Oof! you wound me truly, I don’t know If my heart can take it!” you look at him and a genuine smile forms on your face.
“There’s that smile I love.”
“Oh hush koo.”
“Make me.”
“I —”
“Speechless now hm?”
You felt your face heat up once again, “Let’s just go home already.” you finally grab his extended hand and he pulls you close to his chest, eventually holding onto your waist, holstering you up so your legs wrap around him.
He looked at you, “Hold on tight yeah?” you nodded and held him slightly tighter.
“If you get scared, don’t look down.”
“Oh very good advice in —”
Without a second thought, he shot out his wrist causing web fluid to come out, he grabbed onto the web and pulled you and himself up, and soon enough, you both were in the air, swinging, you held onto Jungkook tighter and attempted to look down.
“Look at me baby, not what’s down there, m’kay?”
You know, for an idiot, he’s also a gentleman.
A very stubborn yet cute gentleman.
Sometimes you wonder, how’d you end up with him, turns out you were just being yourself.
“Koo, are you sure I’m not too heavy for you?”
“Heavy? You? baby you aren’t heavy.”
“Are you sure? I know I’m not your ideal body type..”
“Baby, I don’t care about that, I care about you as a person, not your size.”
Silence had briefly fallen over you both, the only thing that can be heard is web fluid being attached and Jungkook swinging on it.
“Sweetheart, I absolutely love you and all your flaws, plus I don’t give a fuck about size, when have you ever seen me care about size hm?”
“Never ..”
“Exactly, it’s cause I don’t give two flying fucks about size, besides If you were to sit on my face I’d enjoy it.”
Did he just .. admit that he would enjoy it if you sat on his face???
Holy fuck.
He actually said that.
What are the chances that he ends up devouring you tonight? well they certainly aren’t zero and are at a whopping 99%.
After a few more swings, he stops and swings down to your shared house, “That wasn’t so bad was it?” you shake your head, your face turning slightly redder by the second.
“You’d really enjoy sitting on my face?”
“Of course I would, baby you and your pretty thighs could never crush me..”
He leaned in and kissed you on your forehead, his hand trailing down your arm and to your wrist. He brings your wrist up to his mouth and kisses it.
You can’t help but smile when he kisses your wrist, “Do you always have to kiss my wrist?”
“Yes.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I love you that’s why.”
“You’re a doofus.”
“But I’m your doofus.”
“Yeah yeah..”
Jungkook continued to hold onto your wrist as he unlocked the door and you both walked inside. Once the door is closed and locked, Jungkook sighs and puts your bag down on the couch.
He looks at you and smirks subtly, “Y’know .. I’m hungry.”
“Go make some food then koo.”
“Baby I’m not hungry for food..”
You look at him and notice his smirk, “Koo .. don’t you dare.”
“I wasn’t even gonna do anything!”
“Sure you won’t.”
You both lock eyes with each other and laugh, “Maybe just a little kiss?” you sigh heavily, “alright fine, just one kiss.” he grinned, eventually turning it into a smirk as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.
“Why hello there handsome..”
“Fancy seeing you here gorgeous, have I seen you before?”
You start to giggle which turns into a whole hearted laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“You called me gorgeous.”
“Yeah so?”
“The way you said it made me laugh.”
Jungkook looked at you, his eyes hooded slightly, “You wanna know what else can make you laugh?” you tilt your head in confusion, “what?” his smirk grew bigger as he leaned in to kiss you.
The kiss was soft and delicate at first, but as it deepened so did Jungkook’s hands, they started roaming all over your body causing you to gasp.
“There’s that noise I love..”
You felt like melting into a puddle right then and there. The way he’d talk to you sometimes just made you melt. He was always so soft and gentle with you, maybe it’s because he knows you’re hurting, perhaps it’s because he sees you as a delicate flower, or maybe it’s because he truly loves you.
You both continue kissing each other softly before he reluctantly pulls away, his mouth just inches from yours still, “So .. about that offer..” you tilt your head pretending to think, “What offer?” he hummed softly and looked at you.
“Y’know .. the one where I said if you sat on my face, I’d enjoy it..”
“Hmmm would you really though?”
“I wouldn’t just enjoy it, I’d make sure you enjoy it as well.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.”
“How so?”
“Well .. why don’t I show you hm?”
“I kinda like the sound of that..”
“Do you, now?”
“Mhm oh yeah”
Jungkook took your hand and walked upstairs to your shared bedroom, occasionally glancing back to see If you’re still there. Once you two had made it upstairs, you both walked into your shared bedroom and you sat on the bed, watching as Jungkook shut the door and turned back towards you.
You watched as his eyes roamed over your body, his eyes still half lidded, “Koo .. are you eye fucking me?” you tilt your head in slight confusion.
“No! I wasn’t.. I was just- admiring you, that's all!”
“You were eye fucking me weren’t you?”
“Maybeee, but it’s only cause you look so pretty and edible!”
You blink and look at him, “Just say you want to devour me.” his ears perked up, “So doesn’t that mean I can?” you shake your head and sigh, “Sure go crazy baby.” that smirk returned and it grew bigger by the second.
Well, you were absolutely fucked.
You never should’ve said that now.
You’re totally screwed.
Jungkook starts walking towards you, discarding his suit somewhere on the floor, smirking, he then looks up at you and slowly slides his boxers off and his cock springs free.
Oh he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
When he’s close enough to you, he gets on his knees and looks up at you, as he moves his hands on your thighs, slowly sliding up to your pretty pussy, causing you to gasp.
He caressed your thigh before moving his hands towards your hips and then the waistband of your pants and tugged at it.
“Can I?”
All you could do was nod, his hands felt so damn good on you. You felt like melting into a puddle at any given moment and oh was Jungkook going to use that to his fucking advantage.
He slowly unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down, “Lift your hips for me sweetheart..” without a second thought you immediately lifted them and he slowly slid them down your legs and off of your body.
He then looked down at your underwear and moved closer. When he was close enough, you felt his breath directly on your pretty pussy. You try to close your legs but he caresses them, it’s slow and sensual but oh so dangerous at the same time. He slowly pushed your legs open, keeping his hands there, “Keep your pretty thighs open like a good girl.”
Holy fuck.
You felt like you were about to explode just from his words and he hadn’t even touched you yet.
He hummed softly as his mouth moved closer to your underwear. When he got close enough he opened his mouth and hooked it onto your underwear, slowly pulling it down your body, down your legs and on the floor.
When your underwear was on the floor he picked it up and threw it across the room, and then turned back to you.
“Damn you look good.”
He continued caressing your thighs, causing your legs to tremble slightly, “I’m gonna show you how pretty you really are.. and I won’t stop until you say it..” Before you say anything else he moves closer to your pussy, and dives his tongue inside, causing you to moan loudly as he continues licking long stripes, making your moans more louder and filthier.
He eventually starts sucking along with licking and holy shit, he has your arching your back off the bed. You try closing your legs but he keeps them open, “Keep them open f’me pretty..” he whispers against your soaking wet pussy, he dives his tongue back in, causing you to grip the sheets slightly.
“You’re doing so fucking well for me babygirl ..”
You could only moan in response by how good he’s eating you out. You continue to moan loudly and he smirks against you, he feels himself wanting more of your pretty pussy that he’s starting to get drunk off of it.
“sweetheart .. please.. can you ride my face? just sit on it m’kay?”
Jungkook sucked one more time before sitting up and climbing over you so that he’s hovering over you now. He grabs your waist and pulls you towards him and eventually flips you both over so now he’s on the bed and you’re on top of him.
“You’re such a good girl .. sit on my face please baby..”
“I might crush you though..”
“Baby please.. I’ll be your good boy .. just please sit on my face..”
“I’ll be gentle okay..?”
“Sweetheart .. I don’t give a fuck about you being gentle .. just please sit on my face while I eat your pretty plush pussy..”
You nodded and crawled towards the headboard, your legs in between Jungkook’s head as you sat on him. Jungkook didn’t even wait until you adjusted, as soon as you sat on his face he immediately started eating you out again.
He’s so damn greedy.
Jungkook moaned against your pussy causing you to let out a loud moan. You look down and see his mouth and nose up against your pretty pussy.
“Koo can you even breathe down there..?”
He hummed and then shook his head, “I need an actual answer baby..” you adjusted your position so that he could breathe if he needed, “Baby please .. please oh please .. let me finish honey.. please …”
He pulled you back down onto his face and groaned, he started devouring you once again, “C’mon baby cum f’me..” Your moans eventually turned into whimpers as his tongue went deeper and became hungrier.
“Be a good girl n cum f’me princess..”
With one final tongue thrust, you moaned loudly as hot sticky cum spilled out onto his face. As it came out he licked it all up, groaning after each lick. Your eyes closed from the ecstasy and the amount of pleasure you experienced.
You were about to move but Jungkook seemed to have other plans. He grabbed your thighs and then in one swift motion he shot up, making you fall back onto the bed, he then hovered over you and pulled your thighs closer to him.
“Did I say we were done yet?”
“I —”
“Did I?”
“No.”
“We’re not done til I say so .. understand?”
“Yes sir.”
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It’s been hours, Jungkook has made you orgasm so many times that you lost count after two. The sun slowly started to rise, leaving you both panting and out of breath. A bunch of sweat has formed on Jungkook’s head and he wiped it off with one of his hands.
“You’re so pretty.”
“You think so?”
“Oh I know so.”
You smile at him as he plops down next to you, looking into your eyes.
“Did I hurt you at all?”
“No.”
“Good.”
A comforting silence fell over you both, only broken by Jungkook’s yawn.
“C’mere..”
You scoot closer to him and he wraps his arms around your waist and softly hums, leaning his head on yours as his eyes slowly start to close.
Maybe exam season won’t be so bad .. after all, you have an amazing boyfriend who’s the one and only friendly neighborhood spiderman.
Life was surely going great for you both and Jungkook is determined to keep it that way.
→ PAIRING spiderman!jungkook x influencer!fem reader
→ BLURB Jeon Jungkook is just your average over-caffeinated, sleep-deprived university student trying to survive deadlines, group projects, and the occasional armed robbery. He manages it well. He's good at it. He's even excellent in class. Until you with your gold tipped nails and a hundred thousand followers start to make him forget what day it is. Always one step too close to danger and one spot too close to his place at the top of the class. Start to aim right for his webs. He's off balance now. He's falling. After all, love is a lot like falling.
→ WARNINGS academic rivals mhm, spiderman au, jungkook is spiderman, mullet jungkook, he wears glasses, nerd jungkook, fuckboy! spiderman, player! Spiderman, the mask stays on, diva! Oc, academic weapon! Oc, she's a fashionata and stupidly reckless, also a word for ambitious, slow burnish, lots of fights, violence, stalkers, criminals rivals to allies to lovers, eventual smut, comedy (I hope), fluff, angst, more chapter specific warnings to be included
→ PLAYLIST true love, robbers, are you bored yet?, gorgeous, electric feel, cool girl, silver tounge
→A/N spiderkook nation you have captivated, wrapped, and utterly charmed—me and left me no choice but to dedicate myself to a plot that's all spiderwebs with two ambitious, too full of themselves idiots tangled in between. Or maybe with each other? You'll have to find out. This might hit your screens officially after I finish Guilty as Sin (yes, the other fic with those two other lovable idiots), but I couldn’t wait to share a little peek of this new obsession. So here we are. Bye.
| MASTERLIST | WATTPAD | A03 |
Students shuffled in with caffeine breath and half-zipped backpacks, murmuring over the professor choi’s big announcement, but you didn’t need to hear it twice to feel curiosity hum around the air, have the gears turning.
The second the words one photograph, exclusive internship, and Seoul central were out of his mouth, something in you locked in place. Adrenaline, you were sure. The low, hot hum of competition warming your veins like espresso. You were already sketching it out in your head: you'd get the right shot because who else will?, the perfect angle that only you have the perfect eyes that rivaled precision of a hound's nose for, a story that would make even the most cynical execs lean forward in their ergonomic chairs and say, “Who is she? And why's she is not already working for us?"
Because it was you. It had to be you.
While, Jeon Jungkook—annoyingly unbothered—sat at the edge of the third row, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows,jaw working through a piece of gum like it held the secrets of the universe. His notebook lay open in front of him, already half-filled with that aggressive, razor-sharp handwriting of his. Neat. Focused. Just like him. You hated how much you recognized it from shared group projects and bulletin boards.
You scanned the room quickly. Most people were still scrolling through their phones or whispering about deadlines, but not him. He wasn’t the whispering type. Jungkook always looked like he was on the edge of sprinting toward something—if only you knew what.
You slid into the seat beside him without asking, the subtle click of your heels against linoleum your personal theme song. The back of his pen tapped the desk once, twice, like he heard you coming before you’d even sat down. Not surprising.
“Prepare your losing speech, Jeon.” You leaned, lip gloss catching the overhead light like it had something to say too, elbows on the table, chin tilted with that confident little smirk you knew he hated. “I’m gonna hang it in my future New York City high-rise right next to my award for Seoul Central's employee of all time. Maybe I’ll even frame a little picture of you crying.”
Jungkook didn’t look up from his notebook, flipping the page with prepense calm. Too calm. His pen glided across the margin. Flip. Another page turned, like your voice was background noise.
"You mean your future unpaid internship and one-bedroom cockroach suite?" he finally replied, voice low, dry—like he was genuinely trying not to yawn. Still so damn taunting. "Might wanna print it in cursive. Make the J look elegant."
You snorted, flipping your phone in your palm with the kind of grace that only comes from doing it a thousand times, camera lens catching the light like a wink. “Delusion’s cute." you murmured. “But only when there’s some self-awareness in the room.”
That made him look up.
He turned toward you, eyes cutting to yours, slow and precise, like he was measuring the exact amount of eye contact needed to make you or him start squirming. His lips twitched, almost a smile but not quite.
"Yours is cuter, trouble." He cleared his throat, too quickly. "You think they hand out awards for thirst traps and clickbait?”
"Been keeping tabs on me?" You shot back, arching a brow, voice dipping just enough to sound teasing. Enough to make the tips of his ears just barely pink, a detail you didn’t miss.
He hesitated. A blink too long. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip—a tell.
"Hmm..only enough to watch you fall behind. Can't miss that."
enigma (n.) uh·nig·ma a person or thing that is mysterious or difficult to understand
friendly neighbourhood spider-man has a spidey friend. except she enjoys sabotaging his plans at every given moment.
when police come forward stating the increase of missing persons, spider-man seeks help from you, another spider-person, but who doesn't enjoy the hero lifestyle.
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The afternoon sky darkened as Jungkook swung through the busy streets of Seoul - after retrieving his bag from the Lotte World Tower. He found it difficult to concentrate since he had encountered the Spider-Woman. He had so many questions about her. Who was she? Where did she come from? How did she get powers and abilities like his own?
Being so deep is thought, Jungkook nearly missed one of the bearings on the Gwangjin Bridge as he glided through the air back into the district.
He needed to get to Namjoon's, fast. His breathing was growing erratic, his brain not slowing down from the overwhelming encounter he had.
Jungkook couldn't wrap his head around it. If there was more than one Spider-Person, why did she wait until now to come forward? Not all the other times he was fighting crime? There were so many possibilities of who this woman could be. Jungkook would be lying if the thought of multiverses hadn't crossed his mind. But that seemed too good to be true.
Rain began to gently fall from the darkening clouds, droplets hitting against his skin, the sensation cooling. Fog now rolling in, Jungkook's vision dampened, the city light illuminating what it could in the thickening mist.
Luckily for him, he was now night in front of Namjoon's apartment, sticking against the wall next to his bedroom window. Steadying himself, he leaned over and chapped on the window, moving back and waiting patiently for his friend.
Not even ten seconds later, the window opened and Namjoon's head poked out, looking from side to side until his eyes fell upon Jungkook.
Without a word, Namjoon pulled away and stepped back, allowing his friend to clamber through the window. Namjoon inspected him, checking for any injuries he may need to clean or stitch up.
"Hmph, this may be the first time I've seen you with no injuries," Namjoon joked, crossing his arms.
Jungkook was silent, pulling the mask off over his head, breathing intensifying. Namjoon's joking demeanor faltered upon seeing his friends stunned expression. Without a word, he moved out of his bedroom, rushing to grab Jungkook something to eat and drink.
It was unusual for Jungkook so be so quiet, especially after fighting crime. He was usually bubbly and excitable, no matter how beat up he got in the process. He would always have something to say. It's why it worried Namjoon so much.
Upon returning with some snacks and water, Jungkook sat on the floor, bag discarded, arm resting against his bent knee while the other lay flat. It was a sight Namjoon wasn't used to seeing, and he couldn't help but let the worry creepy in.
"Kook?"
As if his name pulled him out of a trance, Jungkook began to ramble off. Namjoon exhaled, relieved his friend wasn't hurt internally, but also irritated at his friends lack of response when he first entered his home.
It was difficult to keep up with Jungkook, Namjoon only catching a few words here and there as his friend rambled on and on. However, he did manage to catch the words, "Spider-Person."
"Wait. Back up a bit. There's another Spider-Person?" Namjoon asked, trying to wrap his head around the situation.
Jungkook agreed, rambling off once again about everything that had happened. He was speaking too fast, and Namjoon couldn't keep up.
"Jungkook!" Namjoon yelled, his raised voice suddenly grasping Jungkook's attention. "I need you to take a deep breath. Exhale and tell me, slowly."
Namjoon's words seemed to have finally gotten through to Jungkook. He paused, took a deep breath - as his friend asked him to - and felt the panic escape his body, finally relaxing.
Jungkook was unaware of just how much this had effected him. In his defense, it wasn't an everyday thing to come across another Spider-Person, let alone them being the complete opposite of him. It filled him with a feeling of unease that he couldn't quite explain.
"To put it plainly," Jungkook began, "there's someone else with my powers... my abilities."
"And how can you be sure?" Namjoon questioned.
"Well first of all, I met her at the top of the Lotte World Tower," Jungkook explained, as if saying that stated the obvious. "Second of all, she was in a suit like mine and was literally sticking to the glass."
"Okay, you've proven your point," Namjoon replied, rolling his eyes at his friends sarcasm.
"And if that wasn't enough proof for you. I could... feel her."
"What do you mean feel her?"
Jungkook barely understood it himself. He was used to the spider senses he would feel when he was fighting criminals, or protecting civilians. But the sense he felt when she was around him was different. And he couldn't explain how.
"My spider senses were... different, than usual."
"So, we're going off you feeling a little different?" Namjoon asked.
Jungkook scowled at his friend. One thing Namjoon could never quite wrap his head around, was the fact that Jungkook's sixth sense had been heightened along with his strength when he first became Spider-Man. Even with legitimate proof of Jungkook's abilities, it was always something Namjoon was skeptical of.
"Joon, this is different. And I want to know who she is."
"You realise there are nearly ten million people in Seoul alone right? And they may not actually be from Seoul. What if they are from the country side? And they are here on holiday. Hell they could even be foreign," Namjoon countered.
"I don't think she's foreign. And I don't think she's from the country side either."
"And what makes you say that?"
Jungkook paused, smiling sheepishly at his friend. "Gut feeling?"
"Oh my god, you're hopeless."
The two of them bickered back and forward, each one stating points, and the other countering. Namjoon had to admit, however, he had never seen Jungkook so determined - and sure - of his theories. In the end, that is what made him cave.
"Okay, so you're convinced she lives in Seoul. How do you plan on meeting her again?" Namjoon sighed.
"Right now, honestly, I think it'll be best to wait her out. My guess is that she'll appear when police are involved in catching criminals. She seems to despise them, and that's what worries me," Jungkook explained.
Namjoon was confused. Trying to think of a reason that this Spider-Woman could detest the authorities so much. It wasn't uncommon for people to dislike the police for their choices, but to hate them to such an extend had him thinking.
"Maybe she was a criminal?"
"That's a good point. Which is this case, isn't good for us if she's swinging about causing trouble," Jungkook agreed, nodding his head slightly.
"I somehow don't think she'd do that."
Jungkook gave Namjoon a puzzled look. Why wouldn't she do it? She has every perfect opportunity to do so. Her identity is hidden with her suit, she can escape situations with ease and would have no problem taking down the average person. The only person who would be in her way, would be him. Namjoon sensing Jungkook's confusion let out a sigh.
"Think about it, Kook. If she wanted to cause trouble, she'd be doing it well before she allowed you to know of her. Why all of a sudden would she show herself?"
"That is a good point," Jungkook mumbled, looking away. "But there's also the possibility of her doing that so she's knows I have competition."
The bickering between the two continued. Each discussing different reasons Spider-Woman suddenly showed up. Their conversation had travelled on into the night, neither one realizing the time until their stomachs growled.
"You just wanna stay here tonight?" Namjoon asked, grunting slightly as he stood up. "I can heat up some leftovers I made yesterday."
"Nah, I should probably go home. I tend to spend one too many nights here when I've been out helping people," Jungkook explained, eyes falling upon his mask.
He stared at it, a feeling of unease returning, but this one felt dissimilar. It was the type of dread you'd feel when you suspected something wrong, and in the end it was you who ended up getting hurt.
"Kook," Namjoon began, "just because there's another Spider-Person, doesn't make you any less special, or important than you already are."
With the truth and realization of Jungkook's deepest thoughts and feelings coming out, he couldn't help but get emotional. For the longest time, Jungkook was the superhero everyone relied on. The person who brought joy to kids, and faith to adults. The feeling of replacement, or even sabotage danced across his mind more than he'd like to admit. And Namjoon had seen right through his act.
"Is this the real reason for your paranoia?"
Jungkook didn't say anything, just nodded slightly in reply. Namjoon exhaled, shuffling across the floor and hugging his friend tightly. No more words were exchanged between the two, both simply appreciating the silence of their company. Finally regaining some composure, Jungkook pulled away.
"I should get going. Thank you, Joon, I really don't know what I'd do if you weren't here," Jungkook spoke softly.
Namjoon snorted, patting his friends back lazily as they stood. One pat hit a little too hard making Jungkook wince, but smile nonetheless.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Kook. What are best friends for."
Jungkook grinned, grabbing his mask and backpack. Quickly checking inside his bag for anything that may be missing, he concluded everything was still there.
"If it's alright with you, can you keep my bag from now on if I need to go? I don't trust this Spider-Woman," Jungkook spoke honestly.
"Yeah, shouldn't be a problem," Namjoon replied, shrugging.
With one last grin, Jungkook pulled his mask over his face and climbed out of Namjoon's window with ease. Sticking to the wall, he quickly checked no one way looking before swinging back into the city.
Seoul always look so breathtaking during the night. The way the lights illuminated the darkness was something you could truly appreciate when you could see it from up high. The nights cooling air breezed against Jungkook's skin, relaxing him. He had felt so tense since he had met Spider-Woman, that finally relaxing felt weird.
Not even five minutes later, Jungkook was at his apartment, climbing in through the window he always left open in case he had to come home in his suit. He was lucky he lived on the fourth floor, otherwise someone would definitely be breaking into his home.
Mask pulled off again, he let of a sigh, relieved to be in his own space. There was nothing quite like your own home after a long day out. Especially in the city. It had only occurred to Jungkook just how tired he was when he had shuffled into his bedroom and sat down on his bed.
Sluggishly, he removed his suit stripping down into his underwear. With the suit being skin tight, it often caused Jungkook to sweat. A sigh escaped his lips as he ran his fingers across the tendinous intersections of his abs, huffing at the feeling of sweat.
Reluctantly, he stood up from his bed, and pulled himself towards the bathroom. Showering was the last thing on his mind, but he knew he'd regret it in the morning if he didn't do it now.
Turning on the shower, Jungkook stripped himself of his boxers, and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror for a moment. It always surprised him how many scars he had. From small, every day scars to life threatening ones.
He gently traced the large scar that stretched cross the middle of his chest and down diagonally to his waist. Jungkook was hospitalized for a week after the injury, worrying both his parents and Namjoon.
He of course had to lie about why he was injured so badly, claiming that he was one of the many injured during the collapse of a building. When in actuality he was trying to save as many people, and in the process had been slashed by a large piece of glass as he protected a child from harm.
The mirror had steamed up, pulling Jungkook out of his daze. Moving to step into the shower, a sigh of relief couldn't help but escape his lips as the warm water hit against his skin.
Despite being a superhero, at the end of the day, Jungkook was still human. And that meant sore muscles and aching joints. The hot water hit against those spots, having Jungkook almost melt into the heat of the shower.
Hands against the wall, he looked to the floor, watching as the water swirled around the drain. No thoughts clouded his mind, just simple peace.
Eventually, he stood up straight and washed himself, the stickiness he felt from his sweat earlier now gone. All Jungkook wanted now, was his bed. Wasting no time, he finished off his shower and stepped out, drying himself off quickly and hurrying to his bed.
Sleep came quickly, it consuming almost as soon as he climbed into bed. No dreams came to him either, the shower fully cleansing him of his worries and stress.
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The morning sun beamed through Jungkook's partially broken blinds - mainly due to him climbing in and out of the window the second something goes wrong in the city. He groaned, the light stinging his eyes behind his eyelids.
With a sigh, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and grabbing his phone under his pillow. Hair messy and tangled from it drying as he slept, he yawned, eyes squinting as he looked at the time on his phone.
There was a pause.
"Holy shit!"
Jungkook fell out of bed, realising that his first class started in ten minutes. Standing up, he rushed into the bathroom, webbing his toothbrush, in an attempt to save time. Frantically brushing his teeth, he ran back into his bedroom, stuffing his spider suit into his bag, trying not to gag at the smell of his sweat lingering from yesterday's job. Jungkook was fast, hauling his t-shirt over his head while trying to pull a pair of boxers up over his hips.
He couldn't help but squeal as he lost balance, the sound making him pause for a minute to question himself.
"How the fuck do I even make a sound like that?!"
Now only needing his shoes, he huffed and grunted as he looked everywhere for them. They were scattered over his apartment, one found under his bed and the other laying in the hallway. He wasted no time bursting out into the hallway, hopping on one foot, trying to get his right shoe on properly, while trying to close the door.
Jungkook ran, swinging his backpack over his shoulder, skipping every second or third stair, trying to save time. The journey was swift. Jungkook dodged and evaded the busy streets of Seoul, the familiar sounds of car horns blaring falling on deaf ears.
Jungkook's heart was hammering in his ears, the beating being the only thing he could focus on as his speed increased. Phone in hand, he held it up, the screen brightening as it turned on. Eight Fifty-Five.
"Come on, come on, come on," Jungkook breathed out, rounding the last corner, the college in sight. He smiled, eyes hopeful when he reached the gate, hunching over to catch his breath.
The bell rang, indicating the first period was due to begin.
"Slept in?"
Jungkook looked up, seeing his friend holding out his water bottle for him. He only nodded, taking the bottle and gulping down the drink.
"Yeah," Jungkook replied, gasping slightly. He cleared his throat. "I forgot to set an alarm."
"Hm, well you're lucky classes aren't on today then aren't you?" Jungkook's eyes shot to Namjoon, who couldn't help but look amused. "Did you forget about the Daedongje that's coming up?"
Jungkook opened his mouth, but no words left. He was in disbelief that he had forgotten something so important. Namjoon chuckled at his friends expression. Jungkook's forgetfulness was always something that amused him, despite the fact he could remember every fight he'd ever been in as Spider-Man.
"There's no classes on today, considering many people are planning for the festival. It's why we were taking tests and mock exams yesterday."
"Right, I completely forgot," Jungkook sighed, handing Namjoon back his bottle. "This just means we'll be bombarded with questions all day."
"But it means we can discuss who that Spider-woman may be," Namjoon countered.
Jungkook shrugged. "Good point. Let's head inside and get something to eat, I'm starving."
Namjoon agreed, following behind Jungkook as they entered the building. The corridors were busier than usual - if it could even get any busier - with students pinning up posters, advertising food stalls or their booths for the upcoming event.
"Do have you given any thought to who it may be?"
"I don't have a clue, I'm afraid," Namjoon replied. "Considering there's over ten million options."
"I find it highly unlikely that-" Jungkook paused, stopping in the middle of the corridor.
That familiar feeling of unease returned. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, body tensing as he felt her presence once again. Ears ringing as he honed in on his senses, trying the pinpoint the source of his tension. Namjoon stood beside him, repeating his name, but it was muffled, as though Namjoon stood on the other side of a wall. But as quickly as the feeling came, it was gone.
"Kook?" Namjoon asked again.
"She's here. She attends here."
Namjoon was silent, looking around the sea of students who spoke amongst themselves, trying to get any indication of something being off. Jungkook watched him, hands balled into fists in an attempt to take his mind off of her closeness.
For a moment, Namjoon stopped, staring off into the distance behind him. His eyes narrowed, locking eyes with someone for a split second. Her hood was up, hands stuffed into her pockets, face slightly shadowed. Though he didn't need to see her face to know who it was.
"You okay, Joon?" Jungkook asked, placing his hand onto his shoulder. Namjoon looked back, nodding.
"Yeah, you're spider tingle just weirds me out a little, I won't lie," Namjoon admitted with a small smile. "Let's get some breakfast."
Jungkook thought nothing of Namjoon's words. It was nothing new about Namjoon's view on his senses. Shrugging, he turned around, heading towards the cafeteria. Namjoon stood for a moment, looking behind him one last time, then following behind.
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The college was open later than usual, many students had gone home early, resting up for another busy day, including Jungkook. Namjoon had decided to stay behind, claiming he wanted to help out a few of the committees with advertising this booths before he went home.
Jungkook had tried to stay, but Namjoon declined, claiming that if another police call was reporting, Jungkook would need to think of an excuse to leave again. Having decided it would be best to go home, in that case, Jungkook did, waving goodbye to his friend as he left.
Namjoon, however, didn't help like he claimed he would. He instead sat in the cafeteria, sitting and waiting. He was sure of who this Spider-Woman was, but wanted to confirm those suspicions.
It was close to nine at night when Namjoon left the college, choosing to take the longer way home than usual. His head was full of possibilities of how this encounter would go, if there even was one. At the end of the day, Jungkook's senses could have been wrong, a possibility Namjoon didn't rule out.
He turned a corner, heading into a small alleyway. He had began to lose hope on his theory, thinking that he was, in fact, wrong. The thought left his mind as soon as it entered, when he was suddenly pinned against the wall. He grunted on impact, looking at the sheer webbing that wrapped around his body.
Namjoon looked up, squinting into the darkness, though he surprisingly wasn't as scared as he thought he would be. The woman was silent as she stepped out of the shadows.
"Good evening," Namjoon casually spoke.
"Hello, Namjoon."
"Ah, so we do know one another," Namjoon smiled.
"I assumed you knew when you saw me this morning?" she asked, pulling down her hood.
"There's no harm in making sure. Now, do you mind letting me go... Y/n?"
You didn't speak, instead walking over and pulling the webbing off of him. Namjoon quietly thanked you, stepping closer to you.
"I assume you have questions?" Namjoon nodded. "I'll answer then, but you must promise me something."
"And what is that?" Namjoon asked, eyes filled with curiosity.
"Don't tell Jungkook my identity."
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WOW! Hello lovelies! It has been a WHILE INDEED! I apologise so much for the long wait, writer's block was rough indeed. And to be honest, I am still experiencing it, but I wanted to get something out
seeing Jungkook's b'day yesterday gave me a little motivation, but please do not expect me to be uploading how I usually was before, I'm trying my best! :(
anyway! let me know what you thought! and I can't wait for you to read the coming chapters when they come out!
