Omega (omega!seonghwa x omega!reader + others | ABO smut)
Summary: As an omega, being with an alpha never felt right, and you couldn't tell why... that is until some experiences with other omegas had you changing your tune.
Ateez and whether or not they'd share you
Diamond (ot8 x princess!reader | Royal AU) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (Hiatus)
Summary: You were the princess who always tried to be good so that there would be no need for a coup. It wasn't enough, and now you were paying for sins that did not belong to you.
Idol!Dad Ateez Universe
Ateez 9th Member AU
Hongjoong
After "The Point of No Return"
Summary: The aftermath of Hongjoong finding out his girlfriend got murdered at Coachella
Lost Sight of My Treasure (dad!Hongjoong x mom!reader)
Summary: Hongjoong agreed to get married if she promised that he'd never have to choose between her and his career, but he didn't realize that his priorities would have to change when they had a child.
Seonghwa
Animal Crossing (smut)
For My Husband (husband!Seonghwa x wife!reader) (WIP)
(Preview) (Teaser 2) (New!!)
Summary: When tragedy strikes Seonghwa, you have to be there for him, now, and you will be. Those who hurt him would pay, and you would do anything for your husband.
Yunho
Cursed by Blood (Series Preview)
Summary: Jeong Yunho was the nicest guy in school to everyone but Bae Y/n. Why? 10 years ago, his older sister was murdered by her older sister, so what better revenge was there than a sister for a sister?
Kaichou wa Maid-sama (WIP)
Summary: Maid sama but Usui Takumi is Jeong Yunho
Yeosang
Mint Chocolate Shakes and The Beach (non-idol!Yeosang x chubby!reader)
Alpha's Christmas Present (alpha!yeosang x omega!reader ft. alpha!wooyoung x reader)
San
Skinny San vs. Titty San Drabble
The Last Straw (angst,fluff) (New!!)
Mafia San (mafia boss!San x mafia wife!reader | Arranged Marriage AU) (WIP)
Summary: You and San got an arranged marriage, but he's always refused to respect you as his equal. He doesn't realize how wrong he was until he witnessed your son disrespect you in front of him.
A Distraction from Gaining the World Part 1
Summary: San wanted you, but you were his boss's wife, which usually wouldn't stop it, but you refuse to let him get close even though everyone knows your husband is the worst.
short choi san angst
Mingi
A Different Song (formerly Song Jiyeon) (dad!mingi series) 1 2 2.5 3 (New!)
Wooyoung
Idelible (Teaser) (idol!wooyoung x txt 6th member!reader) (discontinued until further notice)
Wooyoung x girl next door!reader smut
Jongho
Ready or Not (dad!Jongho angst series)
Queen of Tears (Hiatus)
Summary: Chaebol heiress, Hong Y/n, and idol, Choi Jongho, fell in love three years ago, but now their marriage is tense, and Jongho can't take it anymore. He hates the Hong family, and he can't stand his wife. But suddenly, as he is considering divorce, she gives him some bad(?) news.
Cheer You On (soccer player!jongho x cheerleader!reader) (New!!)
Everything Preview Part 1
Summary: Jongho wrote his song "Everything" so that he'd finally be able to move on from his ex-girlfriend to finally be able to pursue you.
the fact that cortis martin was born in 2008 makes me want to vomit in my mouth because how is this kid that swaggy, like i cannot be attracted to a freshly 18 year old boy BUT THAT SWAG IS MAGNETIC and I will appreciate it from a respectful distance.
I am warning you, I swear to god if I start MHA again you will never see Ateez again and all you're getting is Todoroki and Bakugou fanfics for the rest of my miserable life.
Summary: Despite the tensions of yesterday, today felt as if nothing had ever been wrong in the first place...until it all comes crashing back down.
pairings: dad!idol!jongho x mom!idol!reader, jongho x oc!daughter c/w: angst, mental health, divorce, low-key crashout, allusions to sex
w/c: 3.1k
Net: @mirohs-aurora-society
A/N: Guys, i'm still in that freaking slump, but I tried my best. Honestly not my best work, I'm sorry, but I wanted to get something out.
A/N2: Lmao bye, I was supposed to post this a hundred years ago, my bad.
Eunji wasn't supposed to be old enough to sense tension well, but Jongho couldn't help but regret how observant he'd taught her to be when the awkward silence became unbearable the next morning.
To be fair, she didn't need to sense the tension to see your and Jongho's puffy eyes and unnerving silence.
Jongho had made breakfast, and she picked at it quietly as she looked between you. Something had happened.
You looked occasionally at Jongho who wasn't making eye-contact with you as he put a plate of scrambled eggs down for you. You were acting like everything was normal, but the feelings were obvious on your faces.
Truthfully, Eunji wanted to say something. She usually would. Under normal circumstances, she'd slam her hands on the table and demand to know why her parents were acting so weird and why they looked like they'd cried all night. She wasn't stupid. It was obvious.
But... yesterday had been so nice. She regretted sleeping for most of the day, so she just wanted to pretend that her parents were normal like everyone else's. At least for one more day.
She pushed down her anger towards her father. She'd forgotten about it yesterday, but she remembered it now. She was hoping that they'd snap out of it and all this tension would disappear so that she'd forget about her anger again. She just wanted to stop being angry.
You couldn't contain yourself anymore. Instead of dissipating, the tension became too much for you and you stood up.
"I'm not feeling too well," you said to Eunji, attempting to keep your voice steady, "I think I'm going to lay down. Is that okay?"
Eunji huffed and rested her cheek in her hand as she stabbed at her breakfast, "I can't say no, can I?"
"Eunji," Jongho scolded lightly, but you just chuckled, running your hand through her hair once before pressing a kiss on her forehead.
"You can say no. I'll listen," you said, "But I won't be my best. Would you rather I stay here with low battery or would you rather I come back out later with full battery?"
"I think appa drains your battery," she said sassily.
Jongho choked while you couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "Maybe a little," you teased, and suddenly the tension slowly started to dissolve. Eunji beamed proudly at her achievement.
"Okay, I'll stay. As long as you give me energy, it doesn't matter if Appa drains my battery, right?" you asked, petting her head.
"Right!" Eunji laughed. Jongho watched the two of you with genuine fondness.
Last night had been rough.
"I don't know," Jongho admitted, another tear falling from his eye, "I don't think we should be together. I don't think we can be."
You punched at his chest, screaming at him, but not articulating any words.
Why do you get to decide that!? Why can't we be? Who do you think you are!? I hate you!
Every wordless punch and scream clearly conveyed your thoughts.
You felt childish now. It was true that Jongho didn't deserve to love you anymore, but what did you deserve? You didn't deserve to be loved by someone who ruined your life... but what if you knew that no one else would ever love you more?
And that wasn't a testament to your desperation. It was a testament of his love.
Everything was wrong. Everything was fucked up. You wished you could go back in time and force Jongho to talk to you, but...you would have if you had just been mentally sound.
Jongho could only stew in his guilt. Especially now that he was watching you with Eunji. He never blamed you for deciding not to be in Eunji's life the second time around. He had ignored your mental state the first time, and he wasn't going to make that mistake twice, even if he didn't agree with the decision.
But you were so energized by Eunji. Maybe Eunji would have been the solution. Maybe this couldn't have been avoided, but you at least wouldn't have suffered longer. He wished you'd had the opportunity to be in Eunji's life.
He pressed his lips into a thin line.
He really wished he hadn't takin that option away from you.
Sometimes people are just wrong. He definitely was. But what could be done to punish him and give you retribution? He didn't know. He didn't know how to fix this.
"Appa," Eunji said, looking at him. He snapped out of his thoughts to look at Eunji who was giving him a blank stare. He flinched. Eunji had been particularly cold to him, and he deserved it, of course, but it still hurt. He did raise her on his own, after all, even if that was self-inflicted hardship.
"Can we go outside today?" Jongho looked at her sadly. The issues from yesterday had yet to be resolved. Apparently there were swarms at both KQ and your company waiting to spot either of you and or Eunji at a moment's notice. While the companies were quieting the storms, it still wasn't safe for the three of you to leave your apartment.
Doing this was forcing you and Jongho to talk about things that you should have talked about before you divorced. It was why Jongho had left so abruptly, after all. You both were nothing if not functional, and at the time he didn't want to be functional with you if that meant compromising after you'd hurt Eunji, even though you hadn't done that.
He sighed, shaking his head, "There's some stuff going on right now, so we have to stay at Eomma's place for a little bit. Is that okay with you?"
"You guys keep asking if it's okay with me, when I know you're gonna do whatever you want anyway," She grumbled.
"Hey, I listened to you, didn't I?" you asked her in a huff and she smiled.
"Yeah... you did..." She gave you a hug, melting into your embrace.
You ignored your quarrels with Jongho for a moment to share a look of pure awe with him. Eunji clearly loved you.
"Eomma, can I show you my drawings?" she suddenly asked, pulling away and looking at you with a serious expression.
"Really!?" you asked excitedly, looking at Jongho who was also surprised. Eunji drew a lot and she was very good at it, but she never even showed him her drawings. He'd only ever seen them when she left them out.
"Yes, come," she said, taking your hand and leading you out of the kitchen. Jongho followed behind, curiously, but when Eunji noticed, she stopped, turned around, and held up a firm hand, signaling him to stop.
"You are not invited." "What!?" Jongho asked incredulously, "But-"
"Don't come here! Stay there!" she yelled, quickly dragging you into the living room, making you chuckle.
"Eomma," she said solemnly, "I only show my drawings to the people I love most in the entire world, okay?"
Your mouth fell open, as did Jongho's from where he stood by the kitchen door, "Eunji-"
"I'm sorry I was so mean to you before," she said, softly, "And I don't know what appa did that made you leave... but I'll be mad at him if he ever does something again, okay? So don't leave again."
"I already promised that I would never leave you again," you said, holding her close as she cuddled up next to you on the couch with her sketchbook.
She kept it closed for a moment before she whispered, "Don't laugh, okay?"
"I'd never laugh." "Promise?" "I promise." Then she opened the sketchbook.
Eunji mostly drew pictures of people. The first page was drawings of her uncles San and Mingi in detail that was extremely impressive for such a young girl.
"They're easy to draw," she explained, then huffed when she turned to the next page, "But Yunho uncle is really hard."
"You did a good job though," you commended her. Jongho couldn't help but peek over your shoulder as you went through the sketchbook, and you were right. She had done a great job, all things considered.
A lot of the pages were drawings of Jongho.
"You draw a lot of pictures of appa," you teasing softly, "I thought he was ugly."
"He's handsome," she corrected you, "But I look like him, and I want to look pretty, not handsome." "Ah, I see," You said, nodding and kissing her head, "I still think you're the prettiest, though.
Eunji ignored you as she went to turn the next page. She hesitated for a moment and nuzzled into her. "What's wrong?"
"Don't laugh," she said quietly. "I told you, I won't," you replied.
She turned the page and you furrowed your brows while Jongho raised his. He was happy that he made sure to teach Eunji to date her drawings because maybe this drawing wouldn't be so impactful if she hadn't.
It was dated months ago. The first day Eunji brought her drawing supplies with her to your company. It was a drawing of you.
And it was beautiful.
It was the best drawing she'd shown you so far.
"Eunji...," you said, trying not to gasp, "This is... beautiful."
"I spent a lot of time on it," she murmured, "Because I was looking at you... you didn't notice."
Your heart clenched at the double meaning behind her words. You took a deep breath taking the initiative to turn the page. All of the following pages were just of you from different angles. She'd captured the minute details that-
"Can I say something?" she said, suddenly embarrassed.
"You can tell me anything, Eunji-ya," you said, stroking her head.
"I was drawing you so that I wouldn't forget what you look like," she mumbled, "In case you left again..."
Both your and Jongho's faces crumpled again.
"Oh my gosh, Eunji-" "I know you won't! You already promised!" she exclaimed, not wanting you to become too emotional, "Now I just draw you because it's easy for me because I know all the spots on your face and because you're really pretty-"
You took her sketchbook, putting it on the table before almost tackling your little girl into a hug, she screeched and giggled when you kissed her all over making Jongho's heart fill with an indescribably euphoric feeling.
"My Eunji is the most beautiful and talented and perfect girl that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing," you exclaimed, "You're making me cry so much these days!"
"I don't want you to cry, eomma, please!" she exclaimed through her giggles, "I want you to be happy forever with me, okay? Promise?"
"Yes, Eunji! I will be!" You exclaimed.
It was only a moment, but you suddenly reverted to a time long past when you always wanted to share your happiness with Jongho. You looked at him, a brightness only your husband could bring out of you once upon a time.
It was like time stopped. Neither of you knew why this moment was different. Maybe it was because it was a glimpse into another life: a real glimpse. The feelings you both felt in this moment was truly what it would have felt like to be whole as if you had never been separated in the first place.
It was unfortunately just a moment. A split second that had both of your hearts palpitating as Jongho's phone suddenly rang.
He was startled as he took his phone out of his pocket and picked up the call. It was from his mother.
"Hi, eomma, what's up?" He asked, turning away to talk to her. Eunji was side eyeing him as you turned your attention back to her.
"Are you getting bored, my girl?" You asked her, "I'm sorry you have ti be at home all the time."
"Yeah, why do I have to be at home," she huffed, rolling so that her butt was in your lap and she was looking up at you, "But it's okay because I get to spend time with you."
"Hmm, but you've been spending a lot of time with me, though?" you chuckled, "What so special about this time?"
She didn't say anything as you subtly led her to the answer. She huffed again. "Maybe it's because appa is also here-"
"I think it is because appa is also here," you chuckled, tickling her, and she shrieked in laughter.
You smiled at her warmly, pulling her up to face you. "I know you're mad at appa right now, but if you like us both spending time with you, then maybe I'll make sure that this can happen more often."
She looked sad for a moment before she nodded, giving you another hug, "I like that."
Suddenly, Jongho came back into the room, done talking with his mother. "Eunji-ya! Good news! Halmoni is coming to pick you up!"
"What!? Why!?" she yelled, outraged, "I wanted to stay here with eomma!"
"Terrible timing," you chuckled.
"Eomma and I have to talk about some adult things," Jongho said, briefly glancing at you, "When everything gets sorted out, you can come back and we'll all hang out again."
Eunji frowned, "But I want to stay with Eomma..." You patted your dear girl's head and smiled, "Remember I said I'd never leave you again? Even if we're apart, you can always remember that I'll come back."
"I know," she murmured, "But still... I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you, too," you hummed in reply, "I'll call twice a day while you're at halmoni's okay?"
"Okay," she sighed.
You weren't surprised that when Jongho's mother came, she enveloped you in a big hug. "Remember that you are loved," she whispered, "Don't give evil what it wants. You are a gift to the world, to me. Do you understand."
It was hard to believe that considering what your life had looked like for the last 9 years, but after what Eunji said to you, you couldn't help but return her hug, a warmth enveloping your body.
Jongho was nowhere to be seen after he put Eunji's backpack, leaving you to send her off on your own. When the door clicked shut, your apartment felt almost too quiet.
But Jongho was still here. You could hear him in the kitchen.
Your brows were furrowed when you walked into him popping open a bottle of wine, pouring it into two glasses.
"What?" he asked, handing you a glass, "You want to be sober right now?" You realized he was right.
You didn't want to be sober for this.
You silently clinked your glass with his as you took a sip of the wine slowly, your eyes never leaving his as he did the same.
"I should have bought tequila," you murmured, downing the whole glass in one go. Jongho promptly followed your lead. Neither of you allowed the the alcohol to set in before you set the glasses down, and he pulled you in for a kiss.
It was set in stone the moment you'd looked at each other as if nothing had ever gone wrong. For a moment, perhaps for a day, you both just wanted to go back in time. You ignored the possibility of consequences.
You just wanted to be together again. Even if it was just for a moment, and even if that moment was filled with unresolved feelings that could probably never be resolved, further muddying the waters, you both needed it. Needed it the way an sober man needed alcohol.
It was so bad, but it was so right.
And when you woke up the next morning, your head laying on Jongho's bare shoulder, you should have jolted awake, pushed Jongho away and cried about what a terrible decision this all was, confusing you and Jongho, and likely Eunji as well.
But instead, you listened to Jongho's steady breaths, looked up at his face from where you laid and pretended to live in a time that didn't exist. His heart beat calmed you before you could panic, and you nuzzled into him.
Jongho wasn't one to cry, but when he felt the familiar feeling of you, skin-to-skin with him, he couldn't help but let out a few tears.
He didn't regret a single thing. That didn't make what was done any less wrong.
"Why did we do this?" you whispered, not knowing that he was awake.
"I don't know," Jongho replied, startling you, but not enough for you to jump, "What does it mean for us now?"
"I don't know," you repeated, "You're the one who said we couldn't be together."
"It's not that we can't," Jongho said softly, "It's that we shouldn't. It's not... it's just doomed."
"Was this doomed?" you asked softly, making him look down at you, "Do you regret it?"
"Tragic things can be beautiful, too," he said, kissing your head, "But don't regret a single minute."
"What do we do?" you asked.
"We pretend like it never happened," Jongho said with a shrug, sitting up in bed, forcing you to get up as well.
"What?" you asked, confused, "You said you didn't regret it."
"But it was still wrong," Jongho pointed out, "This complicates everything. For the information leaking situation, for Eunji, for us?"
"So are my feelings wrong? Am I wrong? Is that what you want to say?" you spat out, covering yourself as you got out of bed.
"No, y/n, what the hell, of course not!" Jongho exclaimed, a little upset that you'd misunderstand his words so drastically.
You screamed in frustration as you fell to your knees. You couldn't give a damn about how pathetic you looked right now.
"Why can't I ever just have what I want!?" you yelled. "Y/n-" Jongho quickly got out of bed, putting on his boxers, and went to you. He tried to place a hand on your back, but you smacked his hand away.
"I need you to leave," you suddenly said calmly.
"Y/n, I- I don't want to leave you alone." "GET OUT!" you screamed, "GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT. STOP CONFUSING ME. I'M ALREADY CONFUSED ENOUGH."
Jongho looked at you pained, but you simply got up, shoving him aside and locking yourself in your bathroom.
Jongho didn't move from his spot until he heard the shower running.
When you emerged from the bathroom, your room was clean. You stepped out to your living room and the rest of your apartment was clean, too.
But Jongho was nowhere to be found.
He actually left.
You didn't realize that you were crying until you could taste the salt.
pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader
c/w: fluff, slight autism?, slow burn, not proofread at ALL
a/n: I been watching two broke girls and I hate it, but I'm also on season 4, so come to your own conclusions about I feel about it.
a/n2: I'm neurodivergent (though not formally diagnosed), and this fic is so self-indulgent that it is literally a representation of my lived experience (minus the romance), or I might just be delusional and self-diagnosing. Either way, this is literally a character study of myself.
a/n3: I wanted this to end differently than it did, but i stopped writing towards the last scene and then got interested in other things and so i just wanted to finish it, so it might be unsatisfying, I am sorry in advance.
w/c: 4.5k
Wooyoung was an extravert. He loved hanging out with his friends after school, and not working for his mom's bakery. It would be okay if there was at least somewhere to sit, but it wasn't even a shop. It was just a window.
They were nice enough to visit him during his shifts, but he could never make them stay. This wasn't the hangout spot, so he wanted to be anywhere but here.
But his mom was a business woman, and she knew her son was handsome and charismatic. Having him at the register was legal and free child labor. (She, of course, put whatever he'd have made into his college fund).
But Wooyoung had grown up at that cookie window, so he couldn't say that he hated it that much, especially when his mom was nice enough to give his friends free cookies from time to time.
As the face of the cookie shop, he was used to a few things. Free cookies, the horrors of customer service, and regulars coming and going.
He'd lean his arm on the ledge of the window, face pushed up against his palm as he stared off into the sky, "I wonder how that lady is doing."
"Which lady?" Mrs. Jung asked. "The one who's pregnancy cravings were red velvet cookies and pickles," Wooyoung clarified.
"Ah! Her! She asked for gender reveal cookies," his mom gushed, "You haven't seen her because her husband isn't letting her leave the house. He usually sends someone to bring the cookies to her now."
"How do you know that?" Wooyoung asked incredulously. "Emails," she said simply, "Twin boys, by the way."
"Does she have any other kids?" "Nope. First ones." "Poor lady," Wooyoung murmured, making his mom laugh.
"Hi," a bright voice came from the window. Wooyoung turned, and he remembered the final thing that he'd gotten used to while working the cookie shop.
You.
At this time in his life, you were a neutral presence. You'd come regularly for the last eight years, and at this time, as he was a senior and you were a sophomore in high school, you had been just a girl to him for a while now.
"Hi, what can I get you?" he asked, plastering on his customer service smile.
His first memory of you was your voice, back when he was just barely tall enough to reach out of the window back in fifth grade. He heard you screaming.
"Oh my gosh, daddy, please, please, please, can we get cookies, PLEASE!"
It'd made his lip turn up in a scowl. Of course, at this age, girls were gross.
You'd eventually convinced your dad to let you come in, and Wooyoung's mom was enamored by your enthusiasm as you looked at the case of cookies in the window.
"What can I get you, darling?" she'd asked. "Can I get....ummm...."
Wooyoung doesn't really know why he remembered what you ordered that day. "White chip macadamia nut." Actually, maybe it was because it was the same cookie you'd ended up ordering every day for the next three years. He had to remember. Your dad would only ever let you buy one cookie, he'd noticed, so you got the same one every time.
"We have other cookies, you know," he huffed one day. He would never forget the look on your face. You were genuinely so shocked that he'd acknowledged you. From what he could remember, you'd never even looked at him until that day.
"O-oh," you stuttered. You took a step back, not knowing what to say. He realized that you weren't even looking at the menu. He was so confused when you said, "Raspberry cheesecake."
His mom chuckled, "We have Strawberry cheesecake, is that okay?"
"Yes, please," you said politely. Your dad shook his head disapprovingly, but Wooyoung didn't know or care why at the time. From then on, you'd alternate between the two every time you came to the shop.
The first time you'd come by yourself, you finally decided to actually look at all the options. You were 13, and Wooyoung was 15, old enough to have manned the register for a couple of years at this point.
"What are we getting today? White chocolate macadamia or strawberry cheesecake?" he'd asked with that charming smile, that you both knew wasn't personal. Yet again, you looked surprised that he'd talked to you.
"I come here that often?" you asked. Wooyoung didn't notice at the time, but your body language was tight and you seemed nervous. You didn't stutter, but your words were so unconfident.
"Almost every day for the last 6 years, I think," Wooyoung chuckled, "What's your name?"
"Oh, I'm N/n," you said, smiling in an uneasy but not unkind way. "Just N/n?" he asked, and you nodded, "It's easier to pronounce."
"I'll take your word for it," he said, "I'm Wooyoung."
"Nice to meet you," You said. He remembered getting the ick from your expression. You looked fake. You didn't look mean, but you were definitely being fake. He hated that.
"So, what's it going to be?" he asked.
"Oh, uh... is it okay if I look at the options?" you asked, and he looked surprised, but nodded, letting you look at the cookie case.
"Can I get... a Biscoff chocolate chip?" you asked, and he nodded, bagging it for you and handing it over.
"When do you guys open, by the way?" you asked.
"10am," he replied. "Thank you so much," you said, taking the cookies." You quickly paid and bid him goodbye.
The reason you were so memorable wasn't because you were pretty or anything. There was nothing he found particularly remarkable about you. No, the reason he remembered you was because he had the same interaction with you with very little variability for the entire time he was working there.
After you'd started coming on your own without your dad, the only difference in the normal repertoire of words was the type of cookie you were ordering. You ordered something new every time until you finally picked your favorite cookies from the menu, unless there was something seasonal.
Now you ordered, "A salted caramel chocolate chip and a white chocolate pistachio please."
"Both today? What's the occasion?" On occasion, Wooyoung liked to see the shocked expression on your face whenever he asked a question and broke the ritual. It was always like you'd short-circuit as you figured out your answer.
"Nothing, I just wanted today to be a good day," you said, and for the first time, Wooyoung liked your answer.
So, after 8 years, he finally wanted to get to know you.
Honestly, it was sad that he waited this long, now that he was going to start college and wouldn't be at the cupcake shop anymore. He wanted to tell you that he'd be away next time you visited, but your visits were always to the point. You never really made room for small talk.
But that didn't mean you didn't notice when he left. You remember greeting the cashier, only to lock eyes with a familiar face, but not the same one.
"Good afternoon, dear," his mom greeted you, "What can I get you?"
At this point, you'd gotten so used to Wooyoung knowing your favorites or already letting you know what was seasonal that you didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Are you okay?" she asked after a moment and you snapped out of it.
"Yes, sorry," you said quickly, "Can I look at the display, please?"
"Of course," his mother said, moving out of the way for you.
She knew who you were, of course. Wooyoung was nothing if not a talker, and he'd been talking about you for as long as you'd been coming to the shop. At first about how annoying you sounded, then about your choice of cookies, then slowly about the little things he'd noticed about you. Of course she noticed that none of these things were things that you'd told him, other than your name.
She already knew your favorite cookies and that she was supposed to tell you the seasonal items. Wooyoung had briefed her on "What to do when y/n comes by". But she was nothing if not the reason her son was mischievous herself. She wanted to see what you'd do. She was satisfied by your flustered state. Wooyoung would definitely scold her when she told him about it later.
"You look lost," she said to you innocently, "Is something wrong?"
"No, everything is perfect, thank you," You attempted to appease her, which she found endearing.
When you couldn't find anything new, you doubted your ability to actually spot something that might have changed, so finally asked.
"Are there any new or limited flavors you have right now?" you asked, and Mrs. Jung shook her head. "No, but there will be some fall flavors next week."
"Oh, that sounds awesome, thank you so much," you said, "I'll definitely be back to try them." "She uses the words 'good', 'great', 'amazing', and 'awesome' depending on how much she likes something. she never uses any other word or any other phrasing," Wooyoung had told her offhandedly. She chuckled.
"Well, I look forward to serving you then," said Mrs. Jung. It was silent for a few moments, and you wondered why before you realized.
"OH! BUT- but I'll get a white chocolate pistachio, today. I'm so dumb, I'm so sorry," You apologized profusely. Mrs. Jung chuckled, "You are too cute. This is on the house, n/n."
You paused as she handed it to you.
"Oh my gosh thank you so much! Why?" you asked, flustered even more.
"As a gift for your patronage. I've been seeing you since you were little, do you remember?"
"Y-yes, I do... you remember my name from then?" you asked. "Well, Wooyoung told it to me," she chuckled, "I'm surprised you haven't asked about him."
"Oh, I wasn't sure if I was allowed to, I'm sorry," you apologized, and she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Stop saying sorry. You already said thank you for the cookie, and that's enough. Now thank you for sticking with us this whole time," she said warmly, patting your hands as she pushed the cookie into your hands.
Your smile was warm and bright. You tried to make it as wide as possible to convey your happiness and gratitude. You hoped she could see it.
She did see it. She saw how hard you were trying.
Wooyoung didn't think about you in college. You'd barely spoken as it was. You just happened to me in his thoughts when he thought about the cookie shop. You and the cookie shop were equivalent to him.
You didn't really think about him until you were at the cookie shop, and since that was often, you thought about him pretty often, never too much. Just a quick wonder of how he was doing, but you never asked. You didn't have to. His mom would tell you all about him anyway, and when you left, you'd forget.
You found it hard to hold a conversation, but Wooyoung's mother didn't seem to mind. She saw you listening intently, nodding and humming in time to make sure she knew you could hear every word. You appreciated her for that.
You got closer with his mother after some time, until one Thanksgiving, she was the one who was surprised.
"Hi Mrs. Jung, Happy Thanksgiving," you said, pulling up with a sweet treat and placing it on the window.
"Happy Thanksgiving, n/n, what's this!" You smiled bashfully, "This is a pie that I made. For you!"
"You're so sweet, n/n! Thank you so much!" she said, "What kind is it?"
You spoke animatedly to her as you told her about your favorite pie, and she was absolutely floored. Apparently, you'd learned of it from a video game and you decided to make it, and after a lot of trial and error, you perfected it to give out to your friends and family. She was touched that you'd put her on the list.
"You've been giving me free cookies for so long now, I thought I should give you something in return... and... thank you for being so nice to me," You said softly, your smile bright and genuine without any trace of overdoing it this time. You were finally relaxed.
Mrs. Jung couldn't help but lean over the window and pull you in by your face, planting a fat motherly kiss on your forehead.
"Really, y/n. Thank you," she said, "Me and my family are going to enjoy this pie together and I'm going to tell them all that you made it for us."
You tried not to look too ecstatic, but now that you felt comfortable around Mrs. Jung, you didn't really care to over or under-act anymore. You nodded, "I hope you all like it!"
Wooyoung knew his mom's cooking like the back of his hand, so when he came home for Thanksgiving and spotted an unfamiliar pie, he pointed at it immediately, looking at his mother with questioning.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Oh! N/n made it!" she said.
Wooyoung raised his brow. "N/n? Like Cookie girl N/n?"
His mother looked at him amused as she pulled something down from a shelf, "If she's the cookie girl, what are you? Cookie boy?"
"No way," Wooyoung scoffed, "I'm a cookie man, now, mom."
His mother chuckled as Wooyoung continued, "So why'd she give it to you?"
"I started talking to her, she's really sweet. Quiet, but she likes listening to me talk," she chuckled, "Apparently she liked it so much that it was worth giving me a pie. Isn't that nice?"
"Huh...," Wooyoung hummed, "You think she'll stop by tomorrow?"
"There's no pattern," she said thoughtfully, "But she comes by more often than she doesn't, so..."
You weren't looking up until you were five feet away from the window, bright smile on your face as you were ready to ask if Mrs. Jung liked the pie. Giving gifts were always your way of starting a conversation the next day. You'd practiced in your head.
"How did you like the pie?" "Oh, I'm so glad!" "That makes me happy!"
Seeing Wooyoung put a bit of a wrench in your plans, but you decided to try a little harder today. Now that you had more information about him through his mother, you could attempt to say something other than. "Hi! Thank you so much! Bye!"
Wooyoung smirked when he saw you pause on the sidewalk. You made eye contact with him, but clearly pretended that you didn't as you looked at your phone, typing furiously to your cousin as you verbalized (or textualized?) your gameplan.
Wooyoung pretended not to notice so that you'd feel confident enough to come over, and to his surprise, it really did cue you to start walking.
"Hi! Long time no see!" You said, resisting the urge to violently cringe at your over-enthusiastic tone.
"Yeah," Wooyoung chuckled. Before you could ask anything, he beat you to the punch.
"Your pie was great, by the way," he said, and you wanted to scream. Dammit. One question I could have asked, gone!
"Oh, That makes me so happy!" you responded, trying so hard not to chew through your lip as you internally bombed this interaction. I skipped the first two lines of the script!
"Um, so how- how was school? Is- is school. How is school?" you fumbled, "I mean college. How is college. College, right? Yes, your mom said college. Where do you go?"
Wooyoung looked at you incredulously. He'd never heard you say so many words, and considering how much you were tripping over yourself, he realized why you didn't say much.
He wanted to say something, tease you for being nervous, maybe insinuate that you might have a crush on him, but from the way you literally looked like you wanted a bus to come hit you to end this interaction, he figured that you wouldn't appreciate him giving you shit, even if it was light-hearted.
"I go to KQU," he said, trying to avoid chuckling at your antics and instead putting on a face of genuine interest in having a conversation with you. It wasn't like he wasn't interested in having a conversation with you, but he figured you responded better to sincerity over amusement, even if he was feeling both. "And I really like it."
You were sweating. You were happy that it was cold and that you were outside, otherwise you'd be taking a very obvious step backward right now. You were happy that this conversation wasn't a total bust yet, but you wanted to get out of it as soon as possible. Yet, still, you didn't want to waste this opportunity. You wanted to make friends, and you knew you'd never be friends with the cookie shop guy since he was older than you and you never crossed paths outside of this and Lord KNOWS you'd never ask for more than that, but this was at least good practice.
And if you ran away now, you'd never be able to show your face at the cookie shop and get this precious practice ever again. So you had to suck it up and try.
"What's your major?" You asked. Three words. You gave yourself some grace.
"Photography," he said with a smile, and you looked at him in awe.
"Oh wow, I love that you're doing art," you said, and he looked genuinely touched that you'd called it art, "I was really expecting you to say medicine or business major."
"Do I look like that!?" he asked in horror. "No!" you exclaimed, "No, not at all, but usually attractive people do normal jobs!"
Wooyoung smiled. He couldn't help himself this time. "You think I'm attractive?"
"I think your mom is really beautiful and you look like her," you said with a smile. It was quiet for a second before you said, "I'm also not blind." This was the only situation you were prepared for, surprisingly. You never overstated or understated a person's attractiveness. It was almost clinical how you evaluated it, though you were often afraid of making people think you liked them. At least you were good at saying no, if it came down to that.
"Well, thanks," Wooyoung replied, "I do agree that my mom is beautiful."
You couldn't help but giggle, and Wooyoung was proud of himself for making you laugh.
"So what about you? Have you started school yet? College, I mean," he asked.
"Not yet," you said, and he smiled, "You're gonna love it."
"I hope so," you breathed. It was quiet for another moment, both of you just looking at each other with small smiles until Wooyoung looked down.
"How many cookies are you getting today?" he asked, already putting one in the packet.
"You got any-" "We got Maple frosted, sweet potato marshmallow, and white chocolate cranberry, I put the maple frosted in there since it sounds like the one you'd like the most," he said without of thinking.
You were flabbergasted, mouth open, before you tried your best to hold back your smile, "Two cookies, please."
You watched as Wooyoung put a salted caramel chocolate chip in the bag and handed it to you. You took out your wallet, but Wooyoung immediately pushed it down. "You're not paying for shit anymore, when I'm here, okay?"
"I- Really?? Oh my gosh, thank you!" you exclaimed, taking the cookies, "Wh-why?"
"You're my favorite regular, and since I'm not around often anymore, giving you free cookies won't make us bankrupt," he chuckled, "So take them from me."
"...Thank you," you said softly, "Seriously... I'll make a pie for you to take back to college with you next time-"
"No- no, I need to watch my weight, I'm happy to have the ones you give to my mom," he chuckled.
"Are you dieting? I can make you something," you insisted.
"No, really, it's okay. This is to make up for the years we could have and should have been friends until now," he said.
"Oh," you said, not knowing what to do with your face and hoping it wasn't outwardly obvious. It was. "Okay."
"Great," he said, holding his hand out, "Friends?" "Yeah, friends," You replied.
You didn't get your hopes up in thinking that you guys would be real friends, the way he was friends with those boys from school back in the day, but it was nice to see him during your last summer before college, because after that... you didn't see him more than once or twice a year for about 3 years.
You were always happy to see him, but you especially needed this in the summer before your senior year. You were overwhelmed and you just needed your comfort cookies. You were prepared to buy the whole store.
You didn't realize that that might actually be the case.
Wooyoung was in the window with a tired smile on his face. You waved with an oblivious smile.
"Welcome back, grad!" you said, "How are you?"
"I'm okay, y/n. Figuring it out, I guess."
That was when you saw it. The sign on the window.
"Closing for business?" you asked, brows furrowed in concern.
"Yeah," he sighed. "I guess you were the only one keeping us in business y/n. You stopped coming every day and we stopped breaking even."
The look of dread on your face must have been intense because Wooyoung was quick to stop your spiraling before it started.
"Woah! Relax, relax. I was kidding," he said, "We love the cookie window, but my mom's getting old and business is slow. We'd keep it open as a passion project, but it's a family business and we don't have anyone else in our family to run it. My brother's too young."
You latched on to the only part of that sentence that didn't make you sad. "Oh, how old is your brother?"
"Six," he said with an affectionate smile on his face, "He's really cute, you haven't seen him with my mom?"
"I didn't realize he was your brother," I said in realization, "He was so young and you were so much older, I thought he might be a grandson or at least a nephew."
"Nope," he chuckled. "Um," you said softly, "So what are your plans for this place?"
"We own the property so we'll probably rent it out to another shop," he said with a shrug, "Maybe we'll take it back and open up again some day, but it doesn't seem like it."
"I see," You said, "Sucks that your brother won't grow up with it like you did."
"I thought about that," he replied, "But I think Kyungmin already has a special childhood with two older brothers that are kind of old enough to be his dad. He'll get over it."
"F-fair enough," you said.
Wooyoung frowned, "You're upset."
"I- I'm not to good with change. I feel like time is- is moving so quickly, I keep thinking I have more time and then I just lose another thing to it, and I've only given you like one pie-"
"Y/n, I'm not dying," Wooyoung chuckled, "I'll still be around."
"But I don't want to- I don't know where, and I don't know what you do outside of the cookie shop, and I'm not trying to intrude or-"
"Hey, woah," Wooyoung said as you suddenly collapsed into a squat, your head tucked into your knees.
Wooyoung looked at you self soothe for a second. He'd been meaning to for a while, and yeah, you were a little weird, but he kind of liked it.
"Y/n... do you want to hang out with me? Outside of the cookie window?" he asked, and you slowly raised your head, eyes furrowed as you asked slowly. "Hang out? And do.... what?"
"I don't know, what do you like to do?" "Don't ask me that," you said, chuckled to try and hide the heat in your body from showing, willing yourself not to sweat through your top in nervousness.
"But... why?" You asked.
"Because change doesn't have to be a bad thing," he said to you, "Time doesn't have to be slow, and you wouldn't be intruding or inconveniencing me if I were to see you outside."
"Change..."
"Change like our relationship being more than just cookie seller and cookie consumer, y/n."
You couldn't help but laugh and he grinned triumphantly once again. He really liked making you laugh.
"Okay...," you said softly, "And just to be clear, not like a date, right?"
"No, it is like a date," he confirmed with a nonchalant nod of his head.
You gaped and he looked at you seriously, not breaking a smile or anything.
"Seriously?" "Yes, what is so unbelievable about it?"
"Nothing," you said, covering your mouth to hide your smile, "But I'm going to warn you beforehand that I'm really awkward."
"Watch you not be awkward at all and we both have a really good time," he said, and you shook your head, "I'm warning you just in case because I am awkward."
"I don't believe you," he said, "and if you are, I've already seen the worst of it."
You gaped in horror and he laughed, "No seriously!"
"I'm going to die," You said with embarrassment.
"Don't die, please. I like you."
You were silent for a moment as you processed that.
"Where are we going?" You asked suddenly to move on from what he said. "Heyyy, I said I like you," Wooyoung pouted, leaning through the window to put his face closer to yours.
"Oh, thank you," you said, "When are we um... hanging out?"
"Let me take you to Taco Tuesday," he said, "At a restaurant I really like."
"Okay," you agreed, trying not to look too excited, but he caught on. Even your micro-expressions were obvious.
"And it's a date, y/n," he said, "Don't forget."
"Okay," you said, biting your lips, "A date."
And that was how you ended up being invited to Thanksgiving a year later at his mom's house. Your life had changed drastically, and while that was once daunting to you, you couldn't help but find that Wooyoung made things easier.
You'd found it hard to make friends, to stray from routine to do fun and exciting things, but just living was fun and exciting with Wooyoung. He made it easier to breathe.
And you could stop giving warnings to people about how awkward you were. Wooyoung did it for you.
"Everyone, this is my girlfriend, y/n. She's very awkward, but she's really lovely, so everyone be nice to her, okay?"
"Okay!" The family said in unison before his mom engulfed you in a hug.
"I manifested this when I called you cookie girl and cookie boy last Thanksgiving," she whispered, "Welcome to the family."
It turned out that, even if it took a long time, you didn't have to be someone else to be loved. You just had to love the things you loved until you received love back.
So even though you loved the Cookie shop that was now gone, it still loved you back. Through Wooyoung. Who made you love so much more.
Summary: During and after the attack at the school library, Yunho puts the pieces together.
c/w: violence, wounds, angst(?), reluctant creep Yunho, (let me know if anything else), not proofread
Pairing: non-idol!Yunho x fem!spiderman!reader
a/n:
w/c: 5.3k
With all the chaos of a falling building, it was easy for you to make your getaway and turn into Spiderman.
The timing was terrible. You'd sensed danger mere seconds before you saw Yunho. It would have been hard to get away if he'd been with you, especially with how paranoid he'd been since the World Unity Festival.
Your excuses being that you were scared from those events when he asked you about your chronic exhaustion didn't help his paranoia about you getting hurt either.
You didn't think his worry for you would put him in danger though.
"I found you, Spider-man!" the Green Goblin cackled, circling you when he found you crawling up the side of the building after already saving some students from debris.
"Yeah, bomb some kids and I'm naturally going to appear, smartass!" you yelled, jumping from the building and attaching a web to his glider.
He tried to fly away from you, but you swung so that your came up and landed on his glider with him. He tried, this time, to elbow back at your face, but you grabbed at it and swiped his knees from under him.
But his glider was smart, shooting out from under you to catch him and sending you falling. He took the short window of your shock from the the ground being pulled from out of you to shoot at you.
Your arms immediately came up to protect your face, a few bullets grazing you as you flipped around in midair to land back on the wall.
Your attention was on him, but you were still aware of the students exiting the building, and of course, you made sure to look for Yunho among them, but you couldn't dwell on it long when a bomb was being thrown straight at your face.
You caught it easily and threw it back at the Goblin, only for him to bat it right back at the building. "NO!" You yelled, flying through the window he'd thrown it in. You saw a pair of students cowering on the other side of the room from where the bomb fell and threw yourself at them, your arms stretched wide around their shoulders as you shielded them from the blast.
Bits of the building had to have embedded themselves in your back as you felt them as pricks in that moment, but you already knew you'd be dealing with the pain in bed tonight.
The couple looked at you, terrified, and you decided to terrify them more.
"I'm going to throw you both out of the window," you whispered seriously.
"What!?" the girl yelled but before they could say anything else, you'd broken the nearest window, creating a hammock with your webs below them for them to land in.
That was when you heard him.
"Y/N!?"
Yunho was yelling.
The bomb that the Goblin had thrown left a hole in the ground that had allowed you to hear through the floors, and Yunho had climbed a considerable amount of stairs looking for you, not knowing that he never would.
He'd made it up to the third floor where you now saw him standing from the hole.
Then you saw the crack of the floor beneath him before he even felt it.
"Hey!" You called out. You would have noticed his eyes sparkling at the thought of finding you, recognizing your voice instantly. You would have noticed the split second disappointment that it wasn't you before the sparkling eyes returned at the sight of Spiderman.
"Spiderman!" He yelled in relief, "My friend-"
Yunho felt gravity pull him down with the sound of wood cracking.
He started falling for about 3 seconds before you shot a web up at the ceiling to hold you while you dove for him, grabbing his hand before he could really plummet to the floors below.
"Sh-shit," he stuttered.
"Oh Spiderman~!" The Green Goblin sang, now having entered the building to look for you.
"Shit," You repeated, wrapping your arms around Yunho's waist and running through the other side of the building.
You threw ourself outside to swing to the next building, and you would have made it if not for the missile that hit you in midair breaking your momentum as it sent you and Yunho flying in opposite directions.
Yunho, at least, ended up on the roof where you'd intended to land him, but you ended up flying into the door that led to the roof.
You let out a cry of pain at the explosion against your skin, the fabric of your suit giving out and revealing the color of your skin which both Yunho and the Green Goblin took notice of.
"I got what I came for," The goblin chuckled, pointing his gauntlet at you, "Might as well get you over with, too."
He huffed quietly to himself, thinking that you might not hear, "What a waste of Oscorp research funding."
Before he could finish you off, you rolled out of the way, fighting through the pain as you avoided the blow and shot webs at his ankles, locking them together and forcing him to lose balance, right off the glider once again, but this time he fell onto the room, the distance too short for the glider to catch him.
Now on your level, you took the opportunity to grab the glider out of the air. It struggled against your hold, but you gave it a hard knee to the bottom of it where you assumed most of the wiring was.
You heard it buzz, indicating a malfunction, so it you hit it again.
"No! Stop it!" The Goblin yelled, pulling the sticky substance off of his legs with haste. Throwing the glider off the side of the building, you went to go stomp on the Goblin's face, but he released himself just in time, grabbing your foot throwing you right off the same place you'd thrown the glider, only this time he followed right after you.
He pressed a button on his suit and somehow the flying device sputtered briefly back to life, slow it's own fall and catch the Goblin, quickly retreating.
Of course, you caught yourself with your webs, flying straight back up to the roof.
You landed on your hands and knees, breathing heavily at the fight you'd just endured. You didn't even win, you thought disappointedly. You took a deep breath as you stood up, holding your bleeding side as you took in the carnage of the school library that had just been destroyed.
Before the Green Goblin, there had never been so much collateral damage. You never could have imagined this outside of movies, and now you were partaking in it.
"Spiderman?" Yunho asked, taking a tentative step closer to you. You whipped around, and he looked almost scared as he awaited your judgement.
"That was reckless," you said, trying not to sound sharp, "You are thoughtful for thinking of your friend, but that was dangerous, and you could have been seriously hurt or worse."
"But what if you didn't see her?" he asked too quickly, "What if she became collateral-?" "And what if you became collateral while looking for her?" you asked, trying not to feel offended by his question.
He pressed his lips together in disappointment, looking down. You hooked your knuckle under his chin and lifted it back up to look at you, "Hey, look at me." The look in his eyes was hopeless.
"We live in a world, now, where bad guys hurt more people than ever before. I'm only one person who can attempt to match the Green Goblin and save as many life as are being taken, but likes will still inevitably be taken, especially if humble heroes like you try and save your friends when you aren't even sure they're even in the building while it's actively collapsing above you."
Well, when you said it like that, he felt stupid. He let out a breath, "I'm sorry."
"I'm keeping an eye on you, Yunho," you said, pointing at him with a V of your fingers. You then saluted him, about to shoot off when suddenly he grabbed your arm. "W-wait, I need to tell you something."
You stopped and looked at him for a moment, ignoring the wound that was throbbing for attention to nod.
"My friend, y/n, is an intern at Oscorp," he said shakily, "And when I was visiting her last week, I heard some stuff that I have to tell you."
Your brows furrowed. He what? You supposed that explained why he was acting so weird, but he'd told you that he had just been feeling insecure. Had it been a lie?
"W-what?" you asked, confused, then suddenly with the lack of adrenaline, the pain from your wound became so much worse and you let out a groan of pain, stumbling a little.
Yunho held you up, eyes widening when he remembered how badly he'd just seen you- well, Spiderman- get hurt.
"What building are we on? Still campus, right?" he asked, more to himself than you as he looked off the edge of the building. He sat you down on the floor against the ledge.
"Wait right here, I'll be right back."
He ran towards the door to the inside of the building, fiddling with the handle. To his relief, it was unlocked, and he ran inside, quickly making his way to floor below.
You waited for him quietly, really in no state to be moving, but more so interested in what he had to say.
Your hand that had been clutching your side was now covered in blood when you looked at it, and you had to hold in your gag. You couldn't throw up, now. You didn't want to look even worse when Yunho got back.
Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to run back up with a water bottle, a towel, and a first aid kid.
"You need a hospital," he said, and you shook your head. "And I obviously knew you were going to say no to that." He put the first aid kit down and gave you the towel to put over the blood instead of your hand.
"I actually don't know how to do any of this," he said quietly, "But I'll at least make sure it doesn't get infected, I think."
You nodded, moving the towel away for a moment. He winced at the severity of the wound. He took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out to calm his stress before taking the waterbottle and pouring it on the clean side of the towel.
He slowly cleaned the area before taking out the peroxide and looking at you tentatively.
"I- um, there's nothing for you to bite on, so I'm sorry," he said before pouring it directly onto your wound.
You wanted to cry from how bad it hurt. The inside of both of your lips were definitely going to bleed from this, but you held strong.
After the peroxide, Yunho was quick to cover up the wound with as much gauze as he could find in the kit, which wasn't a lot, but was miraculously enough to just cover the wound. He
"Um, I don't know how to- whatever, I'm just gonna do it," he mumbled. Instead of using up the rolled bandages, he opted to take a bunch of huge band-aids and layer them over the gauze so that it would stay in place.
You couldn't help, but chuckle, startling Yunho in a good way, before it turned into pained groans again.
He smiled as he applied the bandaids. He then took a deep breath and started speaking again, focusing on the bandages so that he wouldn't lose his nerve.
"I overheard the head scientist of the Spider program say that they only invited y/n because they needed to take a blood sample from her to confirm whether or not one of their spiders had injected her with its venom. They told their company board, and a lot of them think she's... well- you."
You didn't say anything, prompting Yunho to look at you for a moment before continuing.
"I know you're not y/n, of course," he reassured you, though he didn't give any reason as to why he knew that for sure, "The head scientist said that Stark Industries has a copycat program, and however you got turned into this was probably-"
He stopped himself, "Sorry, I'm theorizing how you became you. I'm not supposed to know." He also remembered what he'd heard the Green Goblin mumble to himself.
"A waste of Oscorp research funding"
"It's okay," you said, cutting off his thoughts, "continue."
"Well, they told the board that they thought y/n was Spiderman, and that the Green Goblin is literally using Oscorp technology, so... I don't know if this is true or not, but I think they might be trying to target her."
Your mind was reeling at the information Yunho had just given you. You weren't even focused on the part about your internship, as heart-breaking as it was.
They knew you were bitten by the spider.
"What made them think she got bitten by one of their spiders?" you asked him.
"They said something about finding her DNA on the Spider's fangs," Yunho said, "Which- I guess it's pretty damning, but there was no reason to spread a rumor around that could put her in danger..."
"You're right," you told him, "That was irresponsible of them."
"Right?" he asked, exasperated, "I mean, y/n works so hard, and the head researcher said she loves y/n anyway, but- fuck, this sucks for her, and I don't want her to get hurt."
How ironic was this?
"Yunho, I'm going to be honest with you, okay?" you said slowly and he nodded his head, finally having put the last bandage on. He sat back with his knees kind of up to his chest as he gave you his full attention.
"First of all, thank you for telling me this," you said honestly, "You are a hero in your heart. I've been looking for a head, and you took the initiative to give me one. I appreciate that, and you are an incredibly upstanding citizen for doing so.
Yunho couldn't help but smile proudly at your praise.
"But now that you've told me this, Yunho, you're going to need to be extra careful to stay out of trouble, okay? Stay away from Oscorp. If you're right and the Green Goblin has even an inkling that you might know something, he'll not only be after your friend, but you too."
You paused for a moment when you realized what that meant. "You're definitely going to have to keep your distance from y/n," you said.
"What?!" he exclaimed, "I can't-"
"Think about it, kid," you said, "If y/n really is being specifically targeted because they think she's me, then the Green Goblin is going to go after the people she's closest to, even if it gets him nowhere. He clearly doesn't care about casualties, and if he puts her in a position where he makes her choose between revealing her identity or keeping you alive when she has no identity to reveal, both of you are dead, and the Green Goblin is not going to bat an eye at two more casualties."
"You... you really think I should stay away from y/n?" he asked softly.
Truthfully, he was almost 100% sure you weren't Spiderman until he'd talked to Spiderman now. It was just that Spiderman and Y/n were such separate entities in his mind, so even as he verbalized his thoughts and what he heard to Spiderman as he patched her up, he was both doubting and realizing that the two of you could be one and the same.
But now he was sure, right? Y/n would never tell him to stay away from her for any reason, even if she was Spiderman. Right?
"That's just my opinion," you told him softly, "And I know you really care about her, but I think you need to trust your own judgement here. It seems like there's a lot more going on behind the scenes than we might think and well, we should avoid variables like this if we can. There's no point putting yourself in danger with y/n, right?"
Yunho didn't say anything and you let out a sigh. You stood back up slowly, looking around to see the police and the fire department down below.
"There are too many eyes right now," you said, "And I'm pretty hurt. I think we should go our separate ways."
"Okay," he said standing up. He was quiet, an almost angry feeling around him as he watched you prepare to leave. His fists were tight.
This was not how he thought this interaction was going to go.
"I'm serious this time, Yunho," you said with finality, "Be safe. If I can help it, I don't want to have to save you again."
"I understand," he replied tersely.
You nodded before hopping off the building and heading home.
You stealthily made your way to your room through the window before your aunt came home before ripping off your suit. Your phone took that opportunity to ring.
You groaned out loud in anger and frustration, the whole ordeal of the day finally pissing you off enough to evolve the sound into a yell.
You controlled your tone as you picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Y/n?"
Your mood, despite you wanting to be angry longer, immediately calmed at the sound of Yunho's voice. You weren't allowed to feel like this, especially now that you knew that Yunho could be in danger because of you.
"Hi- hi," You stuttered, "How are you? Are you okay?"
You pretended to know nothing about what had just happened with him and Spiderman.
"I saw you," You said, scared, "I'm so happy you're safe. Did you get out of it?"
"Me?!" he exclaimed, "What about you!? Did the building not collapse on top of you?!"
"No, it was in front of me," you reassured him, "I was able to get out with everyone else. I was looking for you, though, and I couldn't find you. I ended up going home."
"I-" Yunho, still convinced that you were not Spiderman, decided not to tell you that he was running around the building as it was falling, trying to look for you. He knew you'd get mad. He'd rather you not worry.
"I got out on the other side of the building," he lied, "But I'm okay."
"That's good." You said softly, not liking this. You knew everything, and you knew he was lying to you. It's not that you didn't know he must have felt it necessary to lie, but being lied to still felt strange, especially from him. If you weren't a target, you were sure that he'd have told you all about his encounter with Spiderman. He'd tell you because it wouldn't endanger you. It wouldn't worry you for his safety, but it was just all so fucked.
None of it was your fault, but it was also all your fault.
You didn't like this. It was starting to eat away at you worse than that bomb had.
It was silent for a moment before he breathed out, "I'm outside."
"What?!"
"I'm outside. I'm coming up," he said before hanging up abruptly.
"Fuck!" you breathed out, texting him quickly that the door would be open and you were going to shower.
He could not see you like this, obviously.
You locked your bathroom door behind you, gritting your teeth as you pulled your clothes off, including the freshly dressed wound that Yunho had just placed.
You were careful of your wound in the shower, and when you got out you redressed your wound expertly.
Being Spiderman had given you a lot of experience in dressing your wounds, but they'd never been this bad. You still managed to make it look somewhat professional in case Yunho asked questions.
Yunho had walked in when he'd still heard the shower running. He let out a breath and helped himself to your room, yelling out, "I'm here!"
You didn't reply, having been too focused on your dressings to hear him.
He threw himself on the bed and face planted into the pillows. He breathed in your scent, allowing an indescribable calm to come over him.
After all the exhaustion of the day, he fell asleep immediately.
And that was how you found him when you got out of the shower, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants as you tried not to limp into the room.
"Oh," you breathed out in relief when you saw him.
He took up one side of the bed so you laid down on the other, on your back as you let yourself finally release the tension you'd been holding since you'd gotten hurt.
It hurt. It hurt really bad, but you supposed the bright side to your superhumanity not allowing painkillers to work was that you healed a lot faster. It still hurt like a bitch, but at least you were confident that you wouldn't be limping tomorrow.
You turned your head to look at Yunho who's face was turned away, his hair the only thing you could see. You couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
Soft. Comforting.
You fell asleep with that being the last thing you remembered.
Yunho woke up in the middle of the night.
He had slept dreamlessly, and he wished he could just go back to that bliss, because his dramatic and sad thoughts returned the moment his eyes opened.
"Fuck," he breathed out, sitting up.
He turned to look around the room and found you also sleeping in the bed.
You were on your back, uncharacteristically not wearing a blanket on you, fully covered from head to toe.
Except for the parts of you that had been exposed in your sleep.
Your stomach was a little discolored, he could tell, even with the only light in the room being from the moon.
He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to look like a creep in case you woke up, but he had to check.
He thought sleeping would get rid of the thought, but it didn't. It was ever present, and he didn't think it would ever go away until he found out.
He stood up and turned the lamp on, looking at you in the light.
As much as you'd tried to hide it, you couldn't. He'd looked at every inch of exposed skin when he patched up Spiderman. He couldn't see the parts he patched up but he came to sat on your side of the bed, pulling up your sleeve to find the bullet grazes that you hadn't bothered to cover up.
He put his hand on your waist while you slept and slowly pushed it up.
But to his relief, where he expected to find the sloppy dressing he'd put on Spiderman, he'd found clean bandages.
You'd gotten hurt during the attack today.
He gritted his teeth. Despite being relieved that you weren't Spiderman, you'd still gotten hurt this much. No wonder you were covering up this much. You hadn't told him, and you didn't want him to worry. That was what he thought.
But at least you were okay. You'd gotten help at the hospital, it looked like, so he was relieved. You weren't Spiderman. You weren't. Oscorp's theories were unfounded. You were normal. Maybe you'd been bitten by a Spider, sure, but you were normal.
You would never tell him to leave you alone. He never would.
He went into the bathroom, finally feeling normal after a hectic day, even though there was more to come, but when he opened the door, he froze.
No. The dressing he'd put on Spiderman wasn't on you. That was a relief....
But it was sitting in your bathroom trashcan.
"Oh," he said softly out loud, a final feeling of unease and hopelessness settling over him.
He covered his mouth, staring down the bandages. He rubbed his face with his hands, up and down.
He couldn't make any noise. He couldn't wake you up.
So he just pretended like nothing was wrong. Today didn't happen.
He relieved himself in the bathroom, and he went back to bed, turning off the light and closing his eyes, like it was any other day. Like today was just any other sleepover.
He didn't know anything. Nothing would change.
Except everything did.
When he woke up again in the morning, you weren't in bed. He looked up at the ceiling, not knowing what to do with himself.
He couldn't pretend. He just couldn't.
He didn't get out of bed, and at some point you came back in.
You saw his eyes open and smiled, "Hey sleepy head."
He turned to look at you as you walked normally through the room, pulling a phone off the charger and handing it to him.
"It was almost dead so I charged it when I woke up," you said, putting your hands on your hips after he took it.
Your hip... that had been injured yesterday? Just like that?
Had he been dreaming?
He didn't say anything, just looking at you. You frowned, coming over to his side of the bed.
"Are you okay? Lost your voice?" you asked, putting a hand to his head to rule out that he was sick.
"I'm fine," he said shortly, "Yesterday was just a lot."
"Yeah," you sighed, "It was. Glad we both got out of it unharmed."
Now you were lying to him, and while that already didn't feel good to you, you'd gotten used to doing it.
But now he was feeling what you'd felt yesterday when he lied about being saved by Spiderman. He knew you were lying to him, and he hated it.
It felt weird. He felt weird. The air felt weird. It was off, and now both of you could feel it.
You let out a breath. "Well, classes are canceled for like a week, so I'm probably going to be in the lab for most of the time." Looking for clues more than anything.
"Are you sure you want to? Maybe they'll be cool and let you take off for a week," Yunho suggested subtly, "Just- let's go somewhere. The beach or something. Who cares if it's cold."
You hesitated, and Yunho noticed. You'd like to say that under normal circumstances, you'd have absolutely said yes to Yunho, but realistically, you'd only been friends with Yunho as long as circumstances had been abnormal. You'd like to think that you'd have never said no to him if you weren't this.
"I don't think so," you replied sadly, "Maybe in the summer. I don't think I can relax when I have the lab to think about."
"Don't go the lab, y/n, please," he masked his fear with a whine, but now that both of you were so suspicious of each other, everything you both said felt fake.
You didn't like this.
"I promise we'll hang out more during our scheduled time off," you told him, and he huffed, sitting up with you.
"Okay," he grumbled, "I think I'm going to go home."
"Oh, seriously?" you asked with a frown.
"Yeah," he murmured, "I kind of have a headache. I think I'm just going to sleep it off."
"Sleep it off here, no?" you asked, and he shook his head, "I don't want to be a burden."
"Since- since when were you a burden?" you asked softly. He looked at you pained only because he knew you were acting. He knew you were pretending like you didn't tell him yesterday to stay away from you. You didn't mean it right now when you told him that you wanted him to stay.
"I don't know," he breathed out, "But seriously, I have to go anyway."
"Okay...," you sighed, "Are you okay, though? Are we okay? You seem off."
"Yeah, no, of course we are," he dismissed you, making your frown only grow deeper. You didn't feel like things were okay, but you let him go anyway without so much as another word.
That was weird, but you should have known better. You told him to stay away, and he was the one who always insisted to be with you. Of course being told that he couldn't do that anymore was putting him in a funk.
You had no idea that he knew your identity and that he knew you were lying to him.
When Yunho got home, he had to seriously reevaluate what was going on in his head. Did his relationship with you have to change?
Yes. Fundamentally, it did have to change, because there was no way he could sit idly by while watching you get hurt as Spiderman everyday. When he only knew Spiderman as Spiderman, he assumed that Spiderman was free enough to do everything she did and was more experienced in taking the pain.
Now that he knew Spiderman was you, he knew better. From what he'd known about you until the two of you had started talking in high school, you weren't into sports or athletics. You were a nerd, and not experienced with pain whatsoever.
The only characteristic that you'd shared with Spiderman, in his mind, was your desire to serve retribution, like when he'd saved you from Taeil.
Now you were the one who'd saved him 3 times, not to mention so many other people.
You were amazing. Spiderman being you, didn't take away from Spiderman being amazing, in fact it made Spiderman even more amazing.
It was you being Spiderman that made him think differently of you.
You were someone who could lie to him easily, someone who prioritized the city over him, which wasn't exactly a moral issue, but he thought you were at least his the way he knew he was yours. He thought you were his friend, not the whole city's friendly neighborhood Spiderman.
It was just a simple fact that you could never only be his.
And it was a thought he didn't want to think about, because yes, he had a crush on Spiderman, and yes, his friendship with you was definitely a little deeper than what he told people, which was more obvious than he thought it was.
But he had been satisfied knowing you as you were now because he thought he knew where he stood with you and where you stood with other people. Now he didn't know. He felt like he didn't know anything about you.
Which was kind of true wasn't it? He'd only befriended you just last year, but it was an instant connection that made him feel special and that made you special to him, but was that ever the same to you?
Again, it obviously was, but the things he thought were obvious felt so far away now that he was doubting everything.
Now he had to decide who he wanted to be to you, as a whole. Because he was in this.
He was in this, man. He'd decided it long before your friendship had evolved into whatever it currently was that he wanted to be your support system. He wanted to surround himself with you, to be consumed by you, and that was even before he'd known all of you.
He wanted whatever part of you that he could have, and he would have been satisfied if it only meant that you looked at him every once in a while for the rest of your lives.
He knew it from the day you'd taken the class trip to Oscorp, the day you'd supposedly got bitten.
No wonder you'd been acting so weird.
So yes, while the newfound knowledge of you being Spiderman changed the way he saw you, it didn't change the way he felt. Spiderman was just another part of you that he wanted to consume him the same way it consumed you.
And that was going to start with him helping you in what little ways he could.
