enigma | 18+ | series | 02.
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pairing; jungkook/reader genre: spider! kook, anti-hero! reader, superhero au! college au, smut, fluff, angst, mystery/crime au! warnings: swearing, slight violence word count: 3.6k
🖋 synopsis
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."
"Five million. We know she's a woman."
"Voice changer?" Namjoon questioned, eyebrow raised.
"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!
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