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Hello, I hope you are very well, I apologize in advance that English is not my mother tongue. I wanted to request a one shot, where the reader can't fall asleep and Sunghoon supports her in a sweet and attentive way.

HI! I'm good, I hope you are doing well too!

No worries about the English! It was perfect!

This is such a sweet idea! I hope you'll enjoy the fic!

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Knight in Shining Pyjamas

Park Sunghoon x female! reader 

Wordcount ≈ 1.1k

Warnings: Sleep disorders, shame for having problems, I think that’s it, 

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! 

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Third Person POV

(Y/n) has been struggling with sleep disorders almost her entire life; it’s been everything from sleepwalking to insomnia to nightmares and everything in between. She always thought she’d grow out of it like all the doctors told her, but it never really went away, not completely. Sure she rarely sleepwalked anymore, she didn’t struggle falling asleep as much anymore, the one thing she still struggled with every so often was the nightmares. 

After (Y/n) began dating Sunghoon, the nightmares has both become better yet also worse. They’re not as frequent but once she gets a nightmare, it’s bad. It sometimes becomes paralyzing in the sense that she just can’t move, she can’t think, she’s just frozen, she can’t seem to relax again.

(Y/n)’s spent a few nights over at Sunghoon’s place just as he has slept over at hers. So far, she hasn’t had a nightmare during these nights. This night, however, was different. Sunghoon came over to her place as a surprise as they haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together lately. They ordered food, watched a few movies as they cuddled on the couch, and then finally they got ready for bed. 

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Sunghoon hung over her back as they brushed their teeth, she smiled and laughed at the silly faces he made in the mirror. She loved this Sunghoon, the one only she got to see. The head over heels in love, silly, sweet guy. 

Once they laid down in bed, Sunghoon fell asleep quickly, (Y/n) however laid still, watching the roof. The night before she had a terrible nightmare, and now it seemed to have awakened her insomnia. No matter what she tried, she just couldn’t fall asleep. Not even cuddling closer to her boyfriend could help. 

After two hours of no success, she sighed and gave up. She got out of bed and went out to the kitchen, in the dim lights she sat down by the kitchen table with a newly brewed cup of tea. She sipped it a few times, the taste turning more and more bitter with each one. She looked back toward the bedroom door, she really wanted to go back there, curl into her boyfriends arms, lay her head on his chest and fall asleep listening to his heart beat. But she couldn’t. And it sucked. 

She turned back to her tea, staring at it as if it was the tea’s fault she couldn’t sleep. A few more minutes passed by, her cup still almost full and growing cold. Her thoughts so loud that she didn’t hear the bedroom door opening or her boyfriend calling her name. 

“(Y/n)?” “Hey? You okay?” It wasn’t until he sat down beside her that she noticed him. “Oh, Honnie, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Sunghoon looked at her both tired and concerned. “No, I just got thirsty so I woke up and then I saw that you were gone,” He paused and looked at her cup then back at her. “Having trouble sleeping?” (Y/n) looked down, feeling a little ashamed. Adults aren’t supposed to have nightmares and sleep disorders, and she’s not a child, not anymore. 

Sunghoon understood that something was wrong, he didn’t know exactly what but he knew, there was something she tried to hide. “It’s okay if you do, there’s nothing wrong with having troubles sometimes,” 

“It’s just-“ Sunghoon grabbed her hand, gently running his thumb across it. An encouragement for her to continue. “I’ve struggled with different sleep disorders my whole life. I used to walk in my sleep, it was so bad I literally had to be restrained, I’ve had insomnia to the point where I had to pass out to actually fall asleep, and I’ve had nightmares so bad that I’m scared of sleeping,” She paused for a second before she continued. 

“I don’t sleepwalk anymore, I haven’t for almost ten years, the insomnia kind of comes and goes every now and then, the nightmares however, have been persistent, at least one every week. And I just had a really bad one yesterday so it’s hard to fall asleep today,” “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have tried to help you” “My parents always told me that ‘it was time to grow up’ anytime my sleep disorders flared up, it only got worse the older I got. They were ashamed of me and I guess I adapted this mindset myself, feeling childish and like a failure for not overcoming my troubles,” 

Sunghoon felt his heart clench at the sad look on (Y/n)’s face, he squeezed her hand a little harder, but she pulled away and got up from her seat. (Y/n) brought her cup over to the sink, pouring out the cold tea, her shoulders feeling heavy. 

She knew that Sunghoon wasn’t one to judge people for things they can’t help, but she couldn’t come pass her own shame. Sunghoon followed her, gently wrapping his arms around her body, whispering gently. “Come on, let’s go back to bed, I’ll help you fall asleep, and if you can’t sleep then we’ll stay up all night, we can pretend we’re kids again and staying up passed our bedtime,” (Y/n) chuckled at Sunghoon’s joke, leaning into his embrace. His warmth finally feeling soothing again. (Y/n) nodded, turning around in his arms, returning his hug. 

The couple soon after returned to bed, Sunghoon laid down first, opening his arms, gesturing for (Y/n) to lay down in his embrace, which she did. She rested her head on his chest, settling down in his arms. Sunghoon put one hand on her head, gently carding through her hair, hoping to sooth her mind, then he quietly began singing a song. “What are you doing?” (Y/n) questioned, a bit confused yet happy. “I’m helping you fall asleep of course, is it not helping?” (Y/n) looked up at Sunghoon, a silly-tired smile on her lips, Sunghoon couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss her, so he did just that. “It’s helping a lot, thank you, I really do love you,” She settled back down with her head on his chest, his hand in her hair, and his warm loving voice slowly lulling her to sleep. 

A few minutes later, Sunghoon stopped singing, his hand still carding through her hair, but now he listened to her breathing and even the light snoring, happy that he could help her fall asleep. To find peace. “I’ll always come and protect you from the nightmares, I love you,” He whispered before he gently moved down so he too could sleep, happy to have his arms wrapped around his lovely girlfriend. 

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I have request!! Can you make a one shot of enhypen with reader as the 8th member and they're filming En- O'clock. Can you do episode 83? Where Ni-ki is supposed to rescue the members by solving clues. Thank you:)

Hi! This was such a fun idea!

It’s my first time trying to write something like this so it might not be the best but I did best! You didn't specify if the reader should be gender neutral or female, so I write this with a female reader because my other 8th member fic are, but if you wanted it to be gender neutral, just send a message/ask and I'll edit the fic.

Hope you like it! And thanks for requesting!

AFTER EN-O'CLOCK MISCHIEFS

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After EN-O'CLOCK Mishchiefs

Enhypen OT7 x female 8th member of Enhypen! Reader

Wordcount ≈ 2.9k

Warnings: None I think

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy this! 

I tried to first write this as the actual episode, but it was so hard to keep true to everything that actually happened and also adding in (Y/n), so instead I opted for writing what happens after. I’m sorry that I couldn’t really write it with the actual solving puzzles and everything, but I hope this can still be good enough. But it’s still kind of based on episode 83-84.

Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it!

Third Person POV

The shoot finally wrapped under the soft glow of the evening lights, cameras powering down as the crew called out a cheerful “cut!” The cages stood empty now, the chaos of puzzles and clues left behind. As soon as the staff gave them the all-clear, (Y/n) made her way straight to Ni-ki, her steps quick but heavy with exhaustion.

He was stretching his arms above his head when she wrapped her arms around him, catching him a little off guard. “Sorry for leaving you behind earlier,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “It was all to make you the star, you know.” Ni-ki huffed a small laugh, arms coming around her without hesitation. “I am the star,” he teased, a little smug.

(Y/n) pulled back just enough to give him a pointed look. “Still mad you didn’t save me first.” He rolled his eyes but grinned. “Please, your lock needed all the other answers. I physically couldn’t.” “Still mad.” He snorted. “Fine. I’ll make up for it. You want my snack stash for the week? Back massage? Foot rub? I’ll do your laundry, wait, no. Not laundry.”

(Y/n) smirked, about to reply, when Jake practically swooped in the second her arms dropped from Ni-ki. He threw himself onto her with a groan so dramatic it made even Jungwon laugh from across the room. “My brain needs a vacation,” Jake announced, clinging to her like she was the last stable surface in the world. “All that math. All that logic. I’m not built for this stress-” He tilted his head toward her shoulder. “Please give me a few head scratches. To calm the genius inside me.” The group burst into laughter, low and warm in the post-shoot glow. It wasn’t loud or chaotic this time, just tired, affectionate.

Heeseung slung an arm lazily over Sunghoon’s shoulders, both of them still half-laughing at Jake’s antics. Jay leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, clearly already halfway home in his head. Sunoo and Jungwon were poking at each other, jokingly bickering about who had been the smartest. Ni-ki stood by (Y/n)’s side, now quietly tugging at the sleeve of her hoodie, already forgiven and forgotten.

They were all tired, but full in that way only shared effort and laughter could bring. Home was just a van ride away, and the thought of soft blankets, shared beds, and a night of tangled limbs and easy sleep waited for them like a promise.

The cool night air wrapped around them as they stepped out of the building and toward the two vans waiting just outside. Without much conversation, the group naturally split, fatigue and familiarity guiding their choices. (Y/n) ended up in the first van with Ni-ki, Sunghoon, and Sunoo, while the others quietly piled into the second one. As the engines hummed to life and the vans pulled away from the curb, the city lights blurred into soft lines beyond the tinted windows.

In the second van, the ride was nearly silent. Heeseung had fallen asleep with his head tipped back. Jake was slumped against Jungwon’s shoulder, both of them dead to the world. Jay had crossed his arms and tilted his head against the window, already deep in a nap. The only sound was the low buzz of the road beneath the tires.

In the first van, it was quieter than usual, but not silent. (Y/n) and Sunoo sat side by side, their voices low and warm, occasionally dissolving into soft laughter. “Why did it takes us so long to figure out that ‘SIM’ literally meant Jake, I mean his name is freaking SIM JAEYUN?” Sunoo whispered, grinning. (Y/n) snorted. “We were so confident, too, with all our wrong answers.”

They both stifled giggles as Sunghoon, sitting on the other side of Sunoo, let out a soft snore, only to jolt awake with a tiny gasp. He blinked rapidly, trying to play it off, but his eyelids betrayed him again within seconds. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, clearly not fine. “You’ve been ‘fine’ for the last twenty minutes,” (Y/n) teased gently, watching as his head began to droop again.

Across from them, Ni-ki sat quietly with his phone in hand, but he wasn’t really scrolling anymore. The screen had dimmed, forgotten in his lap. His gaze drifted between his sleepy hyung, the low murmur of (Y/n) and Sunoo’s conversation, and the familiar cityscape beyond the window.

The day had started off strange, all the confusion in the beginning, puzzles that made his head hurt, but it had turned into something fun, something he’d remember. He got to be the hero today. He got to laugh with the people he loved. And now, with the cameras off and soon no staff around, he could finally let the role go.

All he wanted now was to get home. To shed the last bits of performance. To be with them, not as ENHYPEN, not as the maknae, but just Ni-ki. Just Riki. His eyes flicked to (Y/n) as she leaned her head against Sunoo’s shoulder, both of them still whispering and smiling. Yeah. Home sounded really good right now.

By the time the vans pulled into the parking garage beneath their dorm, most of the group was somewhere between asleep and half-conscious. (Y/n) and Sunoo had managed to stay awake, barely, blinking slowly under the overhead lights as the engine cut off.

They nudged the others gently, murmuring sleepy names and poking shoulders until everyone stirred just enough to stumble out of the van. Bags were slung lazily over shoulders, jackets forgotten on seats. The elevator ride up was silent, a huddle of yawns and leaning heads.

Once inside their dorm, the shoes came off in a messy blur. Jake’s sneakers landed sideways. Ni-ki kicked his off without looking. Sunghoon’s boots somehow ended up overlapping someone else’s pair entirely.

Jay stared at the chaos and sighed like a man twenty years older. “I’m gonna have to clean that tomorrow,” he muttered, stepping carefully around the growing pile as though it personally offended him.

Some of the boys didn’t even speak; they just drifted down the hallway toward their rooms like ghosts of themselves. Lights flicked on and off. Doors opened and clicked shut. The quiet hum of a late night settled over the space.

(Y/n) didn’t even try to make it to her room. She beelined straight for the couch and let herself fall onto it with a sigh that came from her soul. The cushions welcomed her like an old friend. Seconds later, she felt movement and then Jake was stretching out beside her, laying his head across her lap without a word. “Don’t think I forgot what you asked for,” she mumbled, lips quirking tiredly as she dragged her fingers through his hair. “Head scratches for a genius don’t come cheap, you know.” Jake let out a pleased hum, already melting under her touch. “Charge it to my tab.” “You’re several weeks behind,” she teased. “Worth it.”

Ni-ki passed by a moment later, ruffling his hair with one hand, phone still in the other. He leaned down to kiss the top of (Y/n)’s head, his voice soft. “Night.” “Night, Riki,” she murmured back, giving his wrist a light pat as he passed. He disappeared down the hall, bedroom door clicking shut a second later.

Meanwhile, Heeseung padded into the kitchen, hair tousled, eyes half-shut as he opened the fridge and stared into it like he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. “Water. Or juice. Or maybe both.” No one answered him, but he didn’t seem to mind. Back on the couch, Jake shifted slightly to get more comfortable, his arms curled loosely around (Y/n)’s waist, letting the silence settle between them like a blanket.

Heeseung returned from the kitchen with a glass of water in hand, the rim fogging lightly from the chill. The moment he stepped into the living room, a quiet, fond laugh escaped him. There on the couch, Jake was already snoring, his head still nestled in (Y/n)’s lap like it belonged there. Her fingers absentmindedly threaded through his hair, even though her own eyes looked heavy with sleep. She turned slightly at the sound of Heeseung’s laugh, catching his soft gaze.

He made his way over, crouching beside the couch. “You want help moving him?” he offered gently. “You’ll mess up your neck sleeping like this.” (Y/n) shook her head, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Heeseung didn’t look fully convinced, but he didn’t press her. “Alright,” he murmured. “Still… kiss good night?” She leaned forward, lips meeting his in a slow, sleepy kiss. His hand brushed her cheek for just a second before he stood up again. “Good night, love,” he whispered. “Good night, Hee.”

He disappeared down the hallway, door clicking quietly behind him. The apartment was dim and still again, bathed in the soft hum of the refrigerator and the low, even rhythm of Jake’s breathing. (Y/n) leaned back into the couch, eyes fluttering shut, her hand still resting in Jake’s hair. Eventually, sleep claimed her too.

A few hours passed in peaceful silence. It was sometime in the middle of the night, close to 3 a.m., when Sunghoon shuffled out of his room in search of water. His eyes adjusted slowly to the living room, catching sight of the two figures still curled up on the couch. He walked over carefully, setting his empty glass down on the table with a soft clink before crouching beside them.

“(Y/n),” he whispered, brushing his fingers lightly against her shoulder. Her eyes opened slowly, a little dazed and confused. “You shouldn’t sleep like that. Your neck’s gonna hate you tomorrow.” She blinked, then winced slightly as she shifted, her neck already a bit sore. “Fair.”  “I’ll lift him,” Sunghoon offered, nodding toward Jake. “You go.”

True to his word, he gently lifted Jake’s head just enough for her to slip out from under him. Jake mumbled something unintelligible but didn’t wake. As soon as she was free, (Y/n) leaned into Sunghoon, wrapping her arms around him for a grateful hug.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “You’re so warm.” Sunghoon chuckled softly, hugging her back. “You’re cold.” “Sleeping without a blanket will do that to you.” “You want mine?” he offered without thinking. She smiled against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed again for just a second. “No. Just help me get to bed.” “Yeah, okay,” he said quietly, steadying her with an arm around her waist as they padded together down the hallway, slow and sleepy, but together.

Inside her room, (Y/n) moved toward the bed with every intention of face-planting into it fully clothed. But before she could collapse, Sunghoon gently caught her wrist. “Hey, maybe change first?” he said with a lopsided smile. “You’ve been in those clothes all day.” She blinked at him, exhausted but processing, and then let out a small laugh. “Good idea. You’re full of wisdom tonight.” He chuckled, ruffling her hair lightly. “I try.” Then, with a nod, he turned to finally retrieve the glass of water he came out for in the first place, disappearing down the hallway again.

Left alone in the room, (Y/n) dragged herself through the familiar routine, stripping out of her worn clothes and slipping into a soft, oversized pajama shirt and loose shorts. It felt better instantly, but as she stood there in the dim light, arms folded lightly around herself, she realized she was still cold. Not just physically, but in that lonely, hollow kind of way that sometimes crept in after long days.

She glanced at her bed, then at her door, and made a quiet decision. A few moments later, she pushed open the door to the room next to hers, Jay’s room. He was already asleep, curled up beneath his thick comforter, breath slow and steady. The room was faintly scented with his cologne, soft and familiar. He didn’t stir as she tiptoed inside.

This wasn’t the first time, not for her, and not for anyone in the group. Jay was notorious for sleeping like a rock, and even more so for instinctively shifting to make space the second someone crawled in beside him. It was almost routine now, unspoken.

She slid under the covers, cold feet brushing against the warmth of his legs. Just like always, even in sleep, Jay stirred, barely. One arm reached behind him and lifted the edge of the duvet higher, the other snaking around her waist as he pulled her closer with no hesitation, no awareness. Just muscle memory and comfort. He exhaled softly, almost contentedly.

(Y/n) smiled sleepily against his chest, already feeling the warmth seep into her limbs. The cold, the ache, the lingering tension from the long day it all melted away in seconds. Wrapped in the silence of the room, in Jay’s warmth and familiarity, she let herself sink fully into sleep again. Safe. Home. Loved.

The morning light filtering through the curtains was soft and golden, casting a faint glow across the room. (Y/n) stirred beneath the covers, blinking sleep from her eyes, slow and groggy.

Warmth pressed against her chest, an arm wrapped comfortably around her waist, and a steady, familiar heartbeat under her ear. She blinked a few more times and tilted her head upward, only to find herself face-to-face with Jungwon. Wait… Jungwon?

She blinked again. This was definitely Jay’s room. The familiar scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, and Jay’s guitar leaned casually against the wall in the corner, just as it always did. But nestled beside her, in Jay’s spot, was most certainly Jungwon. His eyes were already open, watching her with a soft, sleepy smile as he brushed his thumb lightly against her hip.

“Morning,” he whispered, his voice low and warm against her ear. (Y/n) stared for a second longer before huffing out a laugh. “Wait, what?” Jungwon clearly expected her confusion; he smiled wider and gently pulled her closer. “You didn’t wake up when Jay got up this morning. He had an appointment.” “Oh.” “You were sleep-talking,” Jungwon added, brushing a piece of hair from her cheek. “Kept mumbling something about not wanting to be alone.”

She groaned quietly, burying her face into his shoulder for a second. “Please tell me I didn’t sound that desperate.” He chuckled. “Not desperate. Just, cuddly.” She mumbled, eyes still half-closed. “Sleepy me is so clingy.” “No,” he said immediately, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head. “Not clingy. Just cute.” (Y/n) peeked up at him again, the corner of her mouth curling upward as her sleepiness started to dissolve. “You’re biased.” “Absolutely,” Jungwon replied with a grin, pulling her in a little tighter. “And I’m not complaining.”

Eventually, the warmth of the bed and the soft urging of Jungwon convinced (Y/n) to crawl out from beneath the covers. Still wrapped in the lingering haze of sleep, she followed him out into the hall and toward the kitchen, her steps slow, her hair a gentle mess of bed-tangles.

The scent of something sweet and fruity met them as they walked in. Sunoo was already at the table, eating his breakfast, cereal, and a plate of fresh berries beside him. He looked up as they entered, eyes immediately softening when he saw (Y/n)’s sleep-heavy expression and the way she was still leaning slightly into Jungwon’s side.

She didn’t say anything, just shuffled over and dropped into the seat beside Sunoo with a quiet sigh, resting her head against his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sunoo chuckled softly, cheeks lifting with a smile. “Morning to you, too.” “Mm,” (Y/n) hummed in response, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Without missing a beat, Sunoo plucked a raspberry from his plate and held it up to her lips. She peeked at it, then at him, and opened her mouth obediently. He popped the berry in, and she smiled around it, chewing slowly as she nuzzled a little closer into his shoulder.

Jungwon just shook his head fondly and went to grab water from the fridge. Sunoo glanced down at her again, reaching up to gently fix a stray lock of hair that had fallen into her face. “You’re always like this after a shoot day,” he said softly. (Y/n) mumbled something incoherent in agreement, and Sunoo’s smile only widened.

He loved mornings like this, the ones after long filming days where everyone was tired but happy, where the house was quiet and slow-moving, but filled with warmth. These were the little moments that made it all worth it. The teasing during shoots, the chaos of puzzles, the endless energy… they all faded into peace like this. A quiet kitchen. Berry-stained fingers. The comforting weight of someone leaning into you, trusting you with their rest.

He picked up another berry, brushing it against her lips. (Y/n) took it again, no questions asked. Yeah, Sunoo thought, these mornings were his favorite kind of routine.

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ot7 enha reaction to femreader adopting a baby🙏

Hi sorry I don’t write anything with kids (except like younger siblings), it’s stated in my request guidelines.

Feel free to send another request with something else like maybe adopting a pet or something like that.

I don’t write things like being pregnant or having kids, it’s not my thing, sorry.

[mirisss]

Hello can you perhaps do a ot9 &team story whatever is okay I just want them have like a ot9 polyamorous relationship. Does this make sense?? I'm sorry for messy English and Thank you in advance. I haven't seen anything like this that's why I'm trying to request one hehe. :)

Hi! Omg of course!

And don’t worry, it wasn’t messy!

I love writing poly stuff! I hope you’ll enjoy this!

Have a great day/night, and thank you for requesting!

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[mirisss]

&Team Poly Headcanons

&Team OT9 x gn! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.2k 

Warnings: None really, 

Please reblog and comment! 

Thank you for the request!

Cuddle Chaos

There is no such thing as personal space during movie nights. The living room transforms into a mountain of blankets, pillows, and limbs.

K is the designated movie selector (mostly safe choices), but Fuma always tries to sneak in horror just to watch Taki cling to someone, usually Yuma, who pretends to be brave but is equally terrified.

Maki always brings snacks he carefully arranged, only for Jo to immediately mess it up digging for the “good” popcorn.

You’ll be cuddled somewhere in the middle, sandwiched between Harua and Nicholas most of the time because they refuse to let you go.

Eventually, it’s a full-on cuddle pile, with someone always half-asleep on someone else’s chest, shoulder, or lap. The movie usually ends without anyone noticing because K, the last one awake, turns it off and throws another blanket over everyone.

Kiss Chaos

It always starts with something simple. You kiss K on the cheek before heading to the kitchen and then suddenly…

“Wait, why does K get one first?” Nicholas complains, arms outstretched like a child.

You kiss him too, and immediately Jo jumps in: “I want one too!”

Next thing you know, it’s a full-on kiss storm.

Yuma pulls you gently into a warm hug and presses a kiss to your forehead. EJ demands one on the nose “because it’s cute,” and Taki tries to get one while also being crushed under everyone else.

Harua is shy about asking, so he lingers until you notice him and cup his face for a soft kiss. He always goes red.

Maki ends it by pulling you in for a real kiss, just long enough to make everyone groan and shout, “HEY! No fair!”

It’s the most chaotic but love-filled mess of affection ever.

Culinary Chaos

The kitchen becomes a war zone every time more than two people are in it.

Maki and K try to lead things calmly, with emphasis on try. They delegate roles like a military operation: “Fuma, you chop vegetables. Taki, stir the sauce. Nicholas, no, put the oil down.”

EJ and Jo are the biggest disasters. Once, they tried to cut an avocado and ended up Googling “How to avocado???” (Had to bring it up but with a twist)

Yuma once mistook salt for sugar and confidently said, “It’ll even out in the oven.” It did not.

Harua is great at organizing but not much of a cook; he likes setting the table prettily, though.

You’re usually somewhere between helping and refereeing, sneaking spoonfuls of whatever’s ready and helping Jo clean up the flour “accident” (he swears it wasn’t him).

Despite the chaos, dinner always ends up tasting amazing, mostly because everyone’s laughing and eating together, and that’s what makes it perfect.

Crowd Chaos

During concerts, you’re hidden in the audience or backstage, and they know you’re there.

When you cheekily blow a kiss toward the stage, at least three of them react immediately.

Fuma misses a step in the choreo. Harua turns bright red but keeps smiling. EJ smirks at the crowd to play it off.

Nicholas mouths stop it with a grin while Taki waves like he’s waving to a fan (but it’s absolutely you).

Later, K scolds the group jokingly, “At this rate, you’re going to fall off stage from blushing so hard.”

Interview Chaos

Interviewer: “Do you all have someone at home that you miss when you are away?”

Taki: “Yeah! We have, uh, a part-. I mean, a hamster! We call it, Y/N. Wait, no”

The rest of the members scramble to cover it up, Fuma laughing loudly while K says, “It’s an inside joke. Our imaginary pet hamster.”

The fans are suspicious, especially when Nicholas adds, “Yeah, it bites,” and Harua hides behind a water bottle.

On-Stage Chaos

Nicholas loves sneaking winks or little heart hands your way during performances. He says it’s “for the fans,” but he looks directly at where you are.

Maki subtly sings certain lyrics in your direction, and K always spins toward your side of the audience when there’s a romantic line.

EJ throws smirks your way when the choreo gets intense.

Jo once pulled a flower from a prop and tossed it in your direction, making it look random. It wasn’t.

Backstage, Taki beams when you meet eyes. Harua can’t stop smiling for ten minutes straight after.

Birthday chaos

Birthdays are group missions. Everyone contributes something, a handmade gift, a letter, a (badly performed) song, or a special dinner.

K plans the schedule like a general. “Nicholas, you distract them. Harua, you’re on cake duty. Jo, don’t eat the frosting before it’s on the cake this time.”

Each member gives their own private moment with you, one-on-one time to celebrate how much you mean to them.

Taki writes little notes and hides them around the house for you to find. Jo records a silly voice message you play on loop.

Maki bakes something intricate with K’s help, while Fuma gets you a charm bracelet with little initials of the group.

EJ insists on serenading you, but gets interrupted halfway by Yuma crashing in with confetti and yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!!”

No matter who’s birthday it is, yours or theirs, the night always ends the same way: group cuddles, cake crumbs on shirts, laughter, and love so strong it’s almost unfair.

Anniversary chaos

Since you can’t go public, anniversaries are quiet, private, and ridiculously romantic.

One year, Nicholas recreated your first group hangout in the living room with matching clothes and playlists.

Another year, they each wrote a letter and Maki strung them into a handmade photo book.

The group keeps a secret group chat where they plan surprises together (you caught Jo looking very suspicious once and he said, “I’m… watching a cat video.”)

They do little things all week: Harua making your tea in the morning, EJ picking up your favorite snacks, Yuma letting you win at Mario Kart (probably).

At the end of it all, there’s always a whispered, “Thank you for loving all of us,” and nine pairs of arms wrapping around you tightly.

Live chaos

It started off innocent: Fuma, Jo, and EJ were casually live on Weverse, answering fan questions and showing snacks.

You, completely unaware, walked into the room behind them and said, “Babe, did you see where I put my-”

Silence

EJ’s eyes widen. Jo coughs violently into a pillow. Fuma blurts, “THAT WAS…uh. K’s voice. He’s being weird again.”

Someone (Jo) yells offscreen: “STOP MOCKING OUR VOICES, K!”

Meanwhile, you duck behind the counter in horror and crawl out like a guilty cat.

The fans immediately pick up on the voice: “That… that wasn’t any of the members??”

Comments flood the stream: “WHO WAS THAT??” “New staff?” “That sounded too soft to be K LMAO.” “Was that a girl or maybe another guy????” “They totally called someone babe?!?!”

The guys try to recover, badly. EJ starts singing, Jo opens chips, Fuma nervously mumbles about “our… vocal coach??”

They end the live early with a lot of sweating and forced laughter.

Later, you all agree: new rule, check the schedule board before entering the room.

But in the group chat that night, they’re teasing you nonstop: “Your debut as the 10th member was iconic,” – Nicholas “I’ll make your mic prettier next time,” – Yuma “So when’s your fan meet?” – Jo

Let’s just say that a poly relationship with &Team is nothing short of chaos, but it’s full of love, a lot of love, perhaps more than one can handle. 

[mirisss]

Enha reacting to their gf (accidentally) wearing another member's clothes

Enhypen x female reader

Summary: Enhypen live together, with separate rooms of course, however, sometimes when doing their laundry, clothes end up in the wrong member's closet, something their gf is about to experience firsthand today. So, how does Enhypen react when they come home to their gf wearing another member's clothes? 

Warnings: Some jealousy, some mean actions (more petty, I think), I think that’s it, 

Wordcount ≈ 3.2k

~~~ Heeseung ~~~

It’s late evening when the boys return to the dorm, laughing, bickering, arms weighed down with takeout bags and convenience store snacks. The door swings open and Heeseung is the first one to walk in, his voice casual as he announces, “We’re back!”

Then he sees you.

You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling on your phone, looking entirely at ease in what appears to be an oversized t-shirt. His shirt, at least that’s what he assumes for a split second. But then his eyes narrow slightly. He recognizes that hemline. That color. That faint logo near the collar.

That’s not his shirt. That’s Ni-ki’s. There’s a flicker of something behind his calm expression, barely a flash of irritation. But Heeseung doesn’t say anything right away. He walks over, bends down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “Hey, baby,” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear. You smile, unaware of the mini storm brewing behind his gentle gaze. Then, still leaning in close, he whispers, “Come to my room for a second. I wanna talk to you.”

Your brows furrow slightly, but you nod and follow him, unaware of the quiet chaos about to unfold. As soon as the door closes behind you, Heeseung turns on his heel and yanks the shirt off you in one smooth motion. You gasp, caught off guard, arms instinctively crossing over your chest.

“Heeseung!” you exclaim, stunned. “What are you doing?!” “That’s not my shirt,” he says flatly, already digging through his drawer. “That’s Ni-ki’s.” You blink. “I-I got it from your closet! I didn’t know it wasn’t yours!” “I know,” he mutters, finally pulling out one of his own oversized tees, familiar and worn, with the scent of his cologne still lingering in the cotton. He gently slips it over your head, careful now, his initial jealousy softening.

“There,” he says quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s better.” You’re still staring at him, flustered, as he turns back toward the bed, where Ni-ki’s shirt lies in a crumpled heap. And then, into the trash it goes.

“Heeseung!” you scold, jumping up. “That’s not yours to throw away!” He shrugs, not even looking guilty. “It was on my girl. I’m allowed.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the shirt from the trash bin. “You are so dramatic.”

A few minutes later, Heeseung returns to the living room, his arm casually slung around your waist now. But when he tosses the retrieved shirt into Ni-ki’s lap, the tension is still lingering in the air. “Here,” he says coolly. “You left this in my closet.” Ni-ki looks confused, glancing between Heeseung and the shirt. “…Oh. Thanks?”

Heeseung doesn’t say anything else. He just stares for half a second longer than necessary before walking off. Ni-ki blinks. “Did I miss something?” Sunghoon snorts. “Probably.”

~~~ Jay ~~~

The dorm is quiet for once. Some of the boys are out, a couple are napping, and Jay’s in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, carefully plating dinner for the two of you like it’s a five-star restaurant.

You walk in, barefoot, in what you think is one of his shirts, a loose, white cotton tee that smells a bit like fabric softener and something citrusy as well as a white mini-skirt. You love wearing his clothes, and he usually loves seeing you in them. Actually, he’s kind of obsessed with it.

Normally, he’d have that smug smirk. He’d wrap an arm around your waist, whisper something like “You look better in my clothes than I do”, and start calling you his princess until you’re red in the face. But today? Nothing.

He glances up briefly when you enter, gives you a small nod, then goes right back to stirring something in a pan. You blink. “Hey,” you say slowly, walking further into the kitchen. “You okay?” “Yeah,” he replies, not even turning around. That’s when it really hits you, he hasn’t said a word about the shirt. No flirting. No clinginess. No playful comment about how cute you look in it. Just silence.

Weird. You pad up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, cheek pressed to his back. “You like my outfit?” you ask, tone light and teasing. Jay pauses. “No.” You blink. Pull back just enough to look up at him. “No?” He finally turns to face you, arms crossed, a look on his face that’s somewhere between offended and resigned. His eyes flick to the shirt again.

“That’s not mine,” he says simply. “It’s Jake’s.” Your jaw drops. “Wait, what? No way. I got it from your drawer.” “We all did laundry together this week. I guess some stuff got mixed.” You burst out laughing. “So you have been acting weird because I’m wearing Jake’s shirt!”

“I haven’t been acting weird,” he says quickly. You raise a brow. He avoids your eyes. “Okay. Maybe a little.” You smile, stepping in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck now. “You’re seriously sulking over a t-shirt, Jay?” “No,” he mutters, slipping his hands around your waist, “I’m sulking because my girlfriend is walking around in Jake’s shirt and smiling like she’s in a commercial.”

You giggle and lean up to kiss his cheek. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.” “I’m not jealous,” he lies. You kiss him again, this time properly, slow and sweet, until his shoulders finally relax and his mouth curves into a soft smile. “I’ll change,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his. “But only if you promise to stop acting like a stranger.” “I’ll only stop,” he whispers back, “if you wear mine for the rest of the week.” “Deal.”

Later, Jake walks into his bedroom to find his t-shirt folded neatly on his bed, smelling faintly of Jay’s cologne. He doesn’t ask. He just knows. 

~~~ Jake ~~~

Jake loves a lot of things: his members, his music, his dog, snacks, but nothing quite compares to how much he loves you. More specifically? You, in his clothes.

He’s made it a habit to beg, literally beg, you to wear his hoodies, his t-shirts, even his socks if he’s feeling dramatic. There’s something about seeing his girlfriend wrapped up in his scent, looking cozy and soft and completely his, that just melts him.

So when he gets home that night, tossing off his shoes and calling out a cheerful, “Baaabyyy, I’m home!” he’s fully expecting to see you flying into his arms. And you do. Almost. You peek your head out from the hallway, grinning, wearing a hoodie that’s a little oversized, sleeves hiding your hands.

But then his expression changes. His steps slow. His arms, half-raised for a hug, drop slightly. Because that? That’s not his hoodie. His smile falls into a full pout. His usual sunshine eyes dim into puppy dog sadness. You walk over, noticing instantly that something’s off. “Jake? What’s wrong?” He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares at the hoodie like it personally betrayed him.

“Do you hate me?” You blink. “What?” His bottom lip actually trembles. “You must. You’re not wearing my clothes. That’s Sunghoon’s hoodie.” You glance down, shocked. “Wait, it is?! I thought this was yours!” He gasps softly, placing a hand dramatically over his chest. “You mean, you couldn’t tell? Mine has the little rip near the sleeve! Mine smells like vanilla and heaven and devotion!”

You try not to laugh. “Jake-” “No, no, it’s okay,” he sighs, already turning away. “You probably like Sunghoon’s better. I get it. He’s got good taste. His hoodie’s probably warmer or something-” You grab his wrist, spinning him back toward you. “Stop it, you big baby.”

He looks down at you, eyes still wide and mopey. You cup his face in your hands and lean up to give him a long, slow kiss, one that has him blinking in surprise, then melting into you like butter in a microwave. When you pull back, you smile. “Now, can you take me to your room so I can wear your hoodie instead?” His eyes light up immediately. “Really?” “Really really.”

Jake doesn’t waste a second. He grabs your hand and practically drags you to his room, fishing out one of his softest, most well-loved hoodies. As soon as you slip it on, he practically tackles you into bed with a grin.

You spend the rest of the night cuddled up, his arms around your waist, nose buried in your shoulder as he mumbles, “See? You’re warmer in mine anyway,” You giggle, burying your fingers in his hair. “I’d wear a trash bag if it smelled like you.” Jake groans. “Now you’re gonna make me cry again.”

~~~ Sunghoon ~~~

Sunghoon steps into the dorm, tired from practice but instantly energized when he sees you waiting in the living room. Without hesitation, he crosses the room in a few strides and wraps you in a warm, tight hug, burying his face in your hair.

“I missed you,” he whispers softly into your ear. You smile, melting into his arms. But when you pull away from the hug, Sunghoon’s eyes flick down and freeze. The shirt you’re wearing is definitely not yours. It’s definitely not his. It’s bright, a bit oversized, and unmistakably Sunoo’s. For a moment, a flicker of jealousy twists in his chest.

He doesn’t want to make a scene. Not in front of the other members who might be around. So instead, he keeps his tone calm and low, even though the tight grip of his hands around your waist lingers just a second longer than usual.

“Come with me,” he says quietly, tugging you gently by the hand toward the kitchen. You follow him, curious. Sunghoon opens the fridge, pulling out a carton of juice, and pours a glass for you both. He hands you the glass with a small smile, and then, accidentally, a little too clumsily, some juice spills across your shirt.

Your eyes widen in shock. “Sunghoon! Oh no, my- no, your shirt” He shrugs with innocent puppy eyes. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s time for you to change. Besides, it’s not my shirt, it’s Sunoo’s,” You glance down, watching the red stain spread across the front. It’s Sunoo’s favorite white shirt, you finally recognized it, and now it was marked with a bright splash. Sunghoon bites his lip, trying to hide a smile. “Maybe you can wear mine instead?”

Later, when you find out he did it on purpose, you can’t help but tease him mercilessly. “Three days with no kisses,” you declare, crossing your arms and giving him a playful glare. Sunghoon’s eyes go wide, and he instantly turns pouty. “What?! That’s unfair!”

You giggle as he runs off to find Sunoo, begging for forgiveness and hoping the punishment gets lifted. Sunghoon returns a little while later, cheeks flushed, holding Sunoo’s stained shirt wrapped carefully in a plastic bag. He kneels down in front of you, eyes hopeful. “Please,” he whispers, “kiss me? Just once? I promise to do all the laundry.” You grin and pull him in for a soft, forgiving kiss, watching the jealousy melt away into warmth and laughter.

~~~ Sunoo ~~~

Sunoo steps into the dorm, excited to see you after a long day. He spots you right away, lounging casually in an oversized shirt that looks familiar but not quite right. He blinks twice and his eyes widen. That’s Jungwon’s shirt. And not just any shirt, but one that looks like it’s been pulled straight from Jungwon’s sporty, casual wardrobe, definitely not Sunoo’s sleek, trendy style.

His lips press into a thin line. Sunoo takes a slow step toward you, and the moment you look up, he’s already pouting, arms crossed dramatically. “Why are you wearing that ugly shirt?” he asks, voice thick with mock offense. You blink, genuinely confused. “Wait, that’s your shirt. Why are you calling it ugly?” “Because,” he says, flicking a hand like he’s delivering a royal decree, “it’s not my style. And if you’re going to wear my stuff, it better be something good, you know, fashion-forward.”

He’s already plotting his next move, unwilling to let this slight slide. You try to laugh it off, but Sunoo is determined. He doesn’t stop pouting or dramatically sighing until you finally agree to change out of Jungwon’s shirt and into one of his own stylish, carefully selected pieces. Once you do, he practically tackles you with kisses, dozens of them, each one more insistent than the last. “See?” he murmurs between kisses. “Much better.”

Later that day, Jungwon walks past his bed and notices his shirt folded neatly… with a little note pinned on top. “Keep your ugly stuff away from my girl, thanks.” He chuckles, shaking his head. Sunoo might be dramatic, but he’s definitely his own brand of adorable.

~~~ Jungwon ~~~

Jungwon never gets jealous. He’s said it more than once, casually and confidently, because it’s true. He trusts you completely. Even when strangers flirt with you or his members playfully cling to you, he never bats an eye. He knows where your heart lies, and his is with you, without a doubt. But even the most composed hearts can waver sometimes.

It’s a quiet afternoon at the dorm when he walks into his room, expecting to find it empty or maybe you napping. What he doesn’t expect is to see you curled up on his bed, reading a book, the sleeves of an oversized hoodie draping over your hands.

At first, it warms him. You look so peaceful. But then he stops. That hoodie. It’s navy blue. A little worn. Faintly stitched at the bottom hem with a name. Jay. Jungwon’s heart dips.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stands there in the doorway, his fingers curled loosely at his sides, his gaze fixed on you in silence. It’s not anger, not really. It’s something quieter, smaller. A weird ache in his chest.

You glance up at him, instantly noticing the shift in his expression. “Wonnie?” you say, closing the book. “Everything okay?” He forces a small smile, steps inside, and sits beside you. “Yeah,” he says, but his voice is too soft. Too careful. You study him, eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s wrong?” He hesitates, then exhales. “That’s Jay’s hoodie.”

You look down, startled. “Wait, seriously? I grabbed it from your closet, I thought-” “I know,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “It’s not your fault. I think our laundry got mixed again.” You frown, setting the book aside. “I’ll change-” “No, you don’t have to,” he says again, though his eyes betray him. “It’s not a big deal. I just didn’t expect it to bother me. I guess it did.”

Your heart squeezes a little. Jungwon, your ever-steady, gentle boyfriend, is actually jealous? You give him a small smile and lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re allowed to feel stuff, you know. Even things you don’t usually feel.” He doesn’t say anything, but his arms wrap around your waist and hold you tighter than usual.

A few minutes later, you reappear in his favorite gray hoodie, the one you always say smells like him. He looks up, and his face lights up with something warmer, more at peace. You climb into his lap, snuggling into his chest. “Better?” He kisses the top of your head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Much.”

Jungwon returned the hoodie to Jay a few days later, after washing it again, saying that it must have ended up in the wrong pile. Jay thanks him. Jungwon didn’t need to say anything or look at Jay weird because he knew your heart belonged to him, no matter whose shirt you accidentally end up wearing. 

~~~ Niki ~~~

Ni-ki has always had a cool, unfazed image. He’s the chill one, the youngest who knows how to keep his emotions in check. But behind closed doors, when it’s just the two of you, he’s anything but cold. He’s soft. A complete cuddlebug. Someone who craves your warmth, your touch, your presence. But he’s also a little territorial. Okay, a lot.

It comes from years of sharing everything, rooms, clothes, food, even sleep schedules. So now that he finally has things of his own, you being the most important one of all, he doesn’t want to share anymore.

So when he walks into the living room after practice, expecting to see you maybe scrolling on your phone or waiting for him with a snack and a movie ready to be played, what he doesn’t expect is to find you sitting on the couch right beside Heeseung. Too close. Laughing as you nudge his shoulder, fingers furiously tapping at the video game controller in your hand.

And to top it all off, you’re wearing a shirt. Not your own. Not Ni-ki’s. But Heeseung’s. He recognizes it immediately, the faded black lettering on the sleeve, the loose fit, the color slightly too pale to be his. Heeseung’s. And you’re wearing it while sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him doing the exact thing you and Ni-ki usually do together.

Two things. Two reasons. Two flames to fuel the sudden flare of jealousy in his chest. His jaw clenches. He doesn’t say anything until the game ends, until Heeseung celebrates his win and you laugh beside him, clueless to the way Ni-ki’s eyes are locked on you, burning.

Without a word, Ni-ki steps forward, grabs your hand, and pulls you up from the couch. “Come with me.” You barely manage a surprised “Wait-Ni-ki?” before he’s guiding, no, dragging, you down the hallway and into his room, the door clicking shut behind you.

You turn to face him, breath a little caught, and you can’t deny how hot he looks right now, his brows furrowed, eyes dark, the tension rolling off him in waves. You open your mouth to speak but he doesn’t give you the chance. He presses you back against the door, one hand planted firmly beside your head. The other trails lightly down the fabric of the shirt you’re wearing, thumb tugging at the hem.

He considers saying something. Considers cutting the shirt right off you. But he doesn’t. Instead, his voice comes out low, and a little rough. “I don’t like sharing.” You blink. “The shirt? I’m sorry, I should’ve-” He cuts you off. “No. Not just the shirt, even if it’s his shirt and not mine,”

He exhales through his nose, finally letting himself look vulnerable. “I don’t like sharing you,” he says quietly. “Not with him. Not with anyone. Especially not like that.” Your heart softens instantly. It’s not just the shirt. It’s the game. The laughs. The attention.

You reach up, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Ni-ki, baby you don’t have to share me. I’m yours, you know that.” He still looks pouty, but some of the tension melts from his shoulders. “Then wear my shirt. Play games with me.” You smile and lean up to kiss him, slow and gentle. “Fine. But only if you let me win.” He pulls back, smirking now. “Not a chance.”

[mirisss]

I read your Enhypen poly relationship fics and I'm obsessed maybe also because no one does poly!Enha mostly and could I request one for like a poly relationship with enhypen and reader who's a member of Katseye cause I'm obsessed with the global girl group nowadays. Maybe just them reacting to the reader on an OT7 live like yk those compilations where it's completely chaotic and also like cute moments with each member or something special with each of the 7 if that makes sense😞🙏🏻. If it doesn't make any sense...well you can generate any plot you want 😽😽

I love writing poly fics, maybe it's because I can never choose just one bias, often ending up with at least 3 biases, so writing poly fics just makes me happy because I get to include everyone, and honestly, it's just more love!

I'm happy that you and others enjoy them too! I don't keep up too much with Katseye so I tried my best after making a little research, aka, watching clips of their chaotic lives.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Thank you for requesting you can find the fic ~~~ Here ~~~

[mirisss]

Poly! Enha with their katseye member gf

OT7 Enhypen x member of Katseye! female! reader

Wordcount ≈ 2.9k

Warnings: (Y/n) being clumsy, mentions of blood (no one actually bleeding though), food, I think that’s it. 

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it!

Please reblog and comment!

Third Person POV

It was a chill night in the Enhypen dorm. Heeseung and Jake were deep into a co-op shooter, eyes glued to the screen, barking commands and occasionally elbowing each other for missing shots. Jungwon and Jay had gone quiet with books in hand, though Jay kept highlighting things with unnecessary intensity like he was doing thesis work. Sunghoon and Sunoo were side-by-side on the floor, debating which jacket color looked better on their favorite fashion site. And Ni-ki, wrapped in a hoodie like a human burrito, was flopped on the beanbag, scrolling through TikTok with one hand and eating chips with the other.

Until he stopped mid-chew. “Wait,” he whispered, blinking at his screen. A video had popped up on his For You Page titled: “Katseye’s (Y/n) being unhinged on live for 13 minutes straight ft. the girl group barely surviving her 💅🔥😭” He smirked, thumb tapping instantly. Only ten seconds in and he was already giggling.

By the thirty-second mark, he knew he couldn’t gatekeep this gold. Without warning, Ni-ki tapped his phone screen and cast the video to the TV, interrupting Heeseung and Jake’s game in dramatic fashion. “NIKI!” “BRO WHAT THE-” “Shut up! You need to see this,” Ni-ki grinned, eyes wide. “It’s (Y/n). It’s chaos.” The room’s energy shifted immediately.

[Clip 1]

(Y/n) is seen in a hotel bathroom with Katseye’s Megan and Lara, trying to film a skincare routine. But instead of applying toner normally, (Y/n) yells, “This is how you awaken your soul!” and slaps the toner onto her cheeks with both hands. Hard. SLAP! Megan screams, “YOU’RE GONNA BRUISE YOUR FACE!” Lara collapses laughing off-camera. 

Jake choked on his drink. “Why is she hitting herself like a cartoon character?” Sunoo nodded seriously. “She really said: beauty through violence.”

[Clip 2]

Daniela is calmly trying to show fans how she makes her matcha, when (Y/n) walks behind her in a dinosaur onesie yelling, “BREAKING NEWS: GREEN BEVERAGE SUMMONS FOREST SPIRITS.” Daniela doesn’t flinch. “You’re so loud it’s honestly impressive.”

Jungwon cracked a smile. “The way Daniela didn’t even react. That’s true friendship.” Jay blinked. “I’ve never seen someone this unbothered by spiritual summoning.”

[Clip 3]

Katseye is live from their dorm kitchen. (Y/n) tries to flip a pancake, and it lands on the ceiling. “…that was intentional,” she says. Sophia gasps, “WHY IS IT STILL STICKING??” Manon: screaming in French

Sunghoon raised a brow. “Is that why she texted me ‘don’t eat the ceiling pancake’ last week?”

[Clip 4]

Yoonchae is trying to teach (Y/n) a simple dance move. (Y/n) trips over her own foot and rolls completely off camera. Katseye’s group chat name on-screen: “Support Group for (Y/n)’s Victims 💔”

Heeseung was laughing so hard he leaned on Jake for support. “I can’t breathe. Who allowed her to be an idol? I mean I love her, but damn is she clumsy,” 

[Clip 5]

(Y/n) deadpans into the camera while holding a plushie. “This is Peepo. He saw me eat an entire jar of pickles at 3am. He will never recover.” Megan in the background: “Neither will we.”

Jay sighed, shaking his head with a reluctant smile. “How is she both terrifying and adorable?”

[Clip 6]

The girls are doing a livestream Q&A. A fan asks: “Who’s the funniest member?”

Before anyone can answer, (Y/n) dramatically falls out of her chair yelling, “ME, OBVIOUSLY!” Everyone else just stares in exhausted silence. Daniela: “Every day I lose brain cells.” Lara: “I respect the confidence.” Yoonchae: “Please help us.”

[Clip 7]

(Y/n) finishes the live by yelling, “Thank you for coming to my TED Talk on why I should be banned from going live after 10pm!” The Katseye girls chant: “CHAOS! CHAOS! CHAOS!” Megan tosses a plush crown on her head: “Our gremlin queen.”

The screen fades out with dramatic black-and-white footage of (Y/n) walking away from the camera with oversized sunglasses and the text: “TO BE CONTINUED… probably by accident.”

The room was silent for two seconds. Then chaos erupted. “She’s a menace and I love her.” Jake said as he laughed loudly. “This is why we can’t take her anywhere public,” Heeseung followed, holding a hand on Jake’s shoulder as he laughed. “She needs to be studied. Or praised. Or both,” Sunoo continued. “Is she trying to give me a heart attack? Because it’s working.” Jay said, bothing meaning he’s getting a heart attack from worrying and from her cuteness. “Okay but her comedic timing is elite.” Jungwon said. “She’s going to livestream our wedding and set the cake on fire, isn’t she?” Sunghoon asked, followed by Niki who just answered: “CEO of Chaos. No lies detected.”

They watched the compilation two more times. Jake leaned back with a proud grin. “That’s our girlfriend, guys.” Jay snorted. “God help us all.” 

The boys had eventually drifted back into their usual activities after the chaotic compilation, though with more side comments about (Y/n) being the embodiment of a human tornado.

Knock knock knock knock-knock. The signature rhythm. They all froze for a second, then smiled. “She’s here,” Jungwon said, already sounding fond. Sunghoon got up immediately, already pulling the door open before she could knock again. There she stood, hair a little windblown, hoodie half-zipped over her dancewear, phone in one hand and a bag of snacks in the other.

”Hoonie!” she greeted him cheerfully, stepping right past like she lived there, well because, honestly, she kind of did. Her energy hit the dorm like a sugar rush: sudden, loud, and completely unstoppable.

“Ughhh, remind me never to laugh during practice again.” She kicked off her sneakers, one nearly hitting the shoe rack. “Our choreographer nearly threw her clipboard at me! Okay, maybe not threw, but she looked like she wanted to.”

The boys chuckled as she made her way into the living room, talking a mile a minute, hands gesturing wildly as she flopped onto the couch beside Sunoo, accidentally almost clocking him in the face. “Hey! Watch the face! Precious idol visuals here!” Sunoo yelped, dodging expertly. “Sorry! Sorry!” (Y/n) said, not sounding very sorry as she kept flailing.

“It’s not my fault that move looks like you’re trying to summon a sea demon!” She got up and did the move, flinging her arms out dramatically. “Like this,‘RISE, DEMON SQUID!’”

Jake, already laughing, scooted over and pulled her into his side, arms wrapping tightly around her. “I missed you.” His voice was low, warm against her ear, and it cut through her ramble like a sigh of relief. She smiled, softly, briefly, then leaned into him, letting herself rest there for a second before she resumed talking again like a record on loop.

“Oh, and Yoonchae tripped during a turn and took out Sophia like a bowling pin, and Daniela dropped her mic during rehearsal and it hit Lara in the foot who then stepped on my foot which made me turn around and kind of push Manon so she fell yelling what I think was my name, and with her fall, Manon accidentally grabbed Megan's hair causing her to fall over to, it was pure chaos. Katseye is falling apart. We need snacks. And a nap. But mostly snacks,”

“You brought snacks,” Sunghoon pointed out, watching her fondly from the armrest he’d perched on. “I always bring snacks,” she replied proudly, tossing the bag on the coffee table. “It’s called survival.” Heeseung reached for the chips like a vulture. “Survival for us too, apparently.”

Jay finally looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow. “Did you get scolded for the laughing or the dancing, exactly?” “Both!” she said with zero shame. “But mostly the laughing. And maybe the squid demon arms. I swear it wasn’t that dramatic in my head-”

“It never is,” Jungwon muttered playfully under his breath. (Y/n) pouted at him. “I feel judged.” “We just watched you hit yourself with a mic stand on livestream. You’re lucky we don’t wear body armor when you visit,” Ni-ki said, but he was grinning as he tossed her a cushion for her feet.

Jake kept his arm around her, pressing a kiss into her temple. “Still missed you, demon squid arms and all.” She turned to look at him, finally still for half a second. “I missed you guys too.” And though she said it simply, casually, the way her voice softened made all seven boys glance up, quietly aware of how much they adored her, chaos and all.

About thirty minutes later, the dorm had mellowed into a low hum again, Jake half-asleep with a throw pillow over his face, Ni-ki and Heeseung now arguing over which anime had the best fight scenes, and Sunghoon scrolling through something fashion-related with one earbud in.

Jay, ever the responsible one, stood up with a small sigh and stretched. “Alright. I’m making something,” he said, heading toward the kitchen. He glanced back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at (Y/n), who was still cuddled into the couch, now munching on one of the chips from earlier. “You haven’t eaten anything proper today, right?”

She winced sheepishly. “I had a little water.” “And?” “…half an apple?” “And?” “…a grape-flavored candy?” she offered, voice going small. Jay blinked slowly. “That’s a crime. Sit tight, I’m fixing it.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, pulling ingredients from the fridge with the practiced efficiency of someone who’d had to cook for seven chaotic men multiple times. It didn’t take long before the sound of chopping and the smell of sizzling garlic filled the dorm. (Y/n) peeked her head over the back of the couch, then quietly slipped away from Jake’s hold, earning a sleepy, half-mumbled “Babe, where you going?” from him. “Kitchen,” she whispered, patting his head. “Smells like someone loves me in there.” Jake groaned but let her go, flipping onto his back dramatically.

When she padded into the kitchen, Jay was focused, sleeves rolled up, brows slightly furrowed as he cut vegetables with clean, precise movements. “Need help, chef?” she asked, already reaching for the knife block. Without looking, he calmly said, “Nope.” “C’mon, I can do it, just a little!” He turned just in time to see her grab the knife confidently, upside down. “(Y/n), no.” He was by her side in two seconds, gently taking it from her hands. “But-” “You’re not losing a finger on my watch,” he said with a fond sigh. “You look cute, but I’ve seen you trip over nothing. Sit.” He patted the countertop, and she hopped up without protest, swinging her legs playfully.

From her new perch, she watched him move effortlessly around the kitchen. Every few moments, as he passed by her to grab another ingredient or adjust the stove, he would pause. And then, lean in to kiss her. On the cheek. On the forehead. On the corner of her mouth. Each time was soft, unhurried, and casual, like second nature.

And each time, she giggled. “You keep doing that, I might melt into the backsplash,” she teased, voice warm. Jay smirked without looking up from the pan. “Then I’d have to clean you up. Not happening.”

He added noodles into a pot, stirred the sauce gently, then came back for a small taste. While he did, he stood between her knees, resting one hand on her thigh, leaning in once again. “Princesses don’t cook, anyway.” He kissed her again, just below her ear. She let out a soft, contented sigh, arms loosely looping around his shoulders. “You always take such good care of me.” He looked up at her, eyes softer now, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Of course I do.” He bumped his forehead against hers. “You deserve it.” In that tiny kitchen, under warm lights and the scent of garlic and soy sauce, with Jay moving gently around her like she was the center of his universe, it was easy to believe it.

Once Jay announced that dinner was ready, (Y/n) hopped off the counter with a proud, “Chef Jay, you are saving lives tonight,” and helped bring the food to the table. “Boys!” she called out toward the living room, hands cupped around her mouth. “Come eat before I start without you!” That was enough motivation. The stampede was immediate.

Jake and Ni-ki almost tripped over each other trying to get through the hallway first. Heeseung abandoned his game mid-round. Jungwon placed his book down neatly, unlike Sunghoon, who tossed his tablet onto the couch with zero regard for battery life. Sunoo had already been hovering near the kitchen door like a cat, waiting. Then came the real battle.

“I’m sitting next to her.” “No, I am!” “You sat next to her last time!” “That was movie night. This is dinner. Different rules!” (Y/n) just stood there, watching the chaos unfold like a queen surveying her court. Eventually, with a dramatic sigh, she clapped once. “Children! Settle down.”

Despite the commotion, it was Heeseung and Sunoo who snagged the prized seats, one on each side of her. “How do you guys always win?” Jake groaned, dramatically flopping into the seat across from her. “Manifestation,” Sunoo said, flipping his hair. “And divine favor.” As everyone tucked in, Jay took his usual seat across the table, subtly watching to make sure (Y/n) was eating enough. She didn’t need the extra pressure, though; her first bite had her humming in delight.

“Jay, this is amazing.” “Right? He snapped,” Jungwon said, already going in for seconds. And then came the pampering. Heeseung leaned over every few minutes to offer her a bite from his chopsticks. “Here. Try this one, mine’s got more sauce.” Sunoo would follow a moment later, gently dabbing the corners of her mouth with a napkin like a meticulous stage mom. “There, don’t want you looking like a food fight survivor.” Then he’d quietly refill her glass whenever it dipped below halfway full.

She leaned back a bit, mock-sighing with a smile. “I should come over more often. You guys really know how to treat a girl right.” “You absolutely should,” Heeseung said instantly. “Agreed,” Jay added without looking up from his bowl. “We could just keep her,” Jake said, half-joking. “Like, permanently.” “We’d have to build her a room,” Jungwon said, tapping his chopsticks against his lip in fake contemplation. “We’ll just kick out Jake or Ni-ki. Problem solved.”

Jake nearly choked on his rice. “Hey!” Ni-ki, mid-bite, looked up and frowned. “I vote we kick you out, Jungwon.” “Bold of you to assume you have a vote,” Jay added with a straight face. “If I’m getting kicked out, I’m taking the rice cooker with me,” Jake said defiantly, earning a chorus of gasps. (Y/n) giggled as she leaned her head against Heeseung’s shoulder briefly, while Sunoo dramatically clutched her hand like a wounded prince. “So much drama. And I haven’t even finished my plate.” The room was loud, the air filled with the sound of clinking chopsticks, overlapping conversations, laughter, and the occasional dramatic gasp or shout.

~~~

The dorm had shifted into its nighttime rhythm: lights dimmed, conversations quieter, the soft hum of showers running, and the rustle of blankets as everyone started settling in. With a long day awaiting them all, it was finally time to wind down.

In the bathroom, (Y/n) stood in front of the sink brushing her teeth, trying to sway a little to the lo-fi music playing from someone’s speaker in the hallway. Wrapped around her back like a sleepy koala was none other than Sunghoon, arms around her waist, chin resting lazily on her shoulder, and a toothbrush dangling from his mouth as he half-heartedly went through the motions.

“You’re not even brushing,” she mumbled through her toothpaste. “I ammm,” he whined, the words slurring slightly from the brush. “I’m multitasking. Hugging and brushing.” “Barely,” she said with a giggle, bumping her shoulder into his lightly.

She was dressed in a shirt that unmistakably belonged to Ni-ki, the hem nearly reaching mid-thigh, and a pair of Jungwon’s grey sweatpants, cuffed at the bottom so she wouldn’t trip over them. The waistband was rolled twice, but they still hung loosely on her frame.

When Ni-ki passed by the open bathroom door, intending to grab his water bottle, he paused. And blinked. Then blinked again. “You’re wearing my shirt.” (Y/n) nodded, foaming at the mouth with toothpaste. “Mmhm.” He stared for a second too long. Then he turned around, smacked his hand against the wall, and whispered to himself, “She’s so cute it’s physically painful.”

“You okay, Ni-ki?” Jungwon asked, poking his head out of the nearby room. Ni-ki just shook his head, muttering, “It’s the shirt. It’s doing things to me. I need to lie down.” Meanwhile, Jungwon’s gaze dropped to the pants. “Are those mine?” (Y/n) spat into the sink and smiled at him sweetly. “Yep.”

He crossed his arms and tried to act stern, but the corners of his lips were twitching. “You steal from all of us. Equal opportunity thief.” “I’m a collector,” she corrected. “Of oversized boyfriend merchandise.” Sunghoon, still half-asleep behind her, let out a content hum. “You can have all my hoodies. Forever. Just let me sleep like this.”

(Y/n) was then gently pulled between Heeseung and Ni-ki into one of the beds, Heeseung already half-snoring, Ni-ki dramatically wrapping the blanket over her with the precision of a five-star hotel turndown service. She nestled in, wearing their clothes, surrounded by warm limbs, familiar breathing patterns, and the occasional sleepy mumble, this must be heaven she thought before falling asleep. 

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what if... hmo.... spiderman jungwon x reader but the villan is the readers brother?

hehehehehe

Love the idea! I don't know how well I executed it though, it felt a little messy, also sorry for making Sunghoon the villain but I just got a good idea for him. I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to request something more! have a good day/night!

~~~ Web of Frost ~~~

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Web of Frost

Spiderman! Jungwon x female! reader

Wordcount ≈ 15.7k

Warnings: Fighting, a lot of angst, Jungwon being injured, Sunghoon being a villain, kind of a sad ending, (Y/n) being a little apathetic, I think that sums it up, let me know if I’ve missed anything

Summary: Yang Jungwon, a normal teenager, or as normal as your friendly neighbourhood Spider-man can be. Park (Y/n), normal teenager and girlfriend to one Spider-Man, though she doesn’t know about that. Enter Park Sunghoon, (Y/n) brother, also known as the city's worst enemy. What happens when all three worlds are woven together and secrets are revealed? 

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it, it feels a little messy but I did my best! 

Please reblog!

~~~ Haneul City High, Tuesday ~~~

The school bell rang, echoing through the halls of Haneul City High, a sound that meant chaos for some and relief for others.

In Room 2B, at the center desk, Yang Jungwon adjusted his glasses and neatly slid his notes into his folder. Across from him, Sim Jake leaned back in his chair, balancing a pencil on his upper lip. “Dude,” Jake said, the pencil falling as he spoke, “if you get one more perfect score, they’re going to make you teach the class.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Jungwon said with a small grin, glancing toward the door, where Park (Y/n) leaned against the frame, waiting. “Of course not,” Nishimura Riki, Niki, chimed in, stuffing his half-crumpled math homework into his backpack. “You live for this nerd stuff.” “Better than living for barely-passing stuff,” Jungwon replied, raising a brow.

Jake gave Niki a dramatic pat on the back. “It’s okay, buddy. Not all of us can be top ten students and superhero fans.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes but smiled as Jungwon joined her at the door. He brushed a bit of chalk dust off his sleeve before speaking. “Ready for lunch?” “Only if you don’t make me sit through another lecture about the trajectory of falling apples,” she teased, linking her arm with his. “I already suffer enough in Physics.” “You wound me,” he said, mock-offended.

In the cafeteria, they claimed their usual spot near the window. From across the room, students looked but rarely approached. The group wasn’t unpopular, nor were they popular, sure, there were students who sometimes bullied them, mostly Jungwon and Jake for being part of the mathletes, but most people just left them alone. 

(Y/n) unwrapped her sandwich. “Did you guys hear? Spider-Man stopped that bank robbery near downtown last night.” Jungwon froze for half a second. Jake coughed into his juice box. Niki stared too intently at his pudding. “Really?” Jungwon said, voice steady. “Was anyone hurt?”

“Nope. The cops said he captured everyone before things blew up. Again.” She smiled, half in awe. “I don’t care what people say, he’s kind of amazing.” Jungwon looked at her, the corners of his mouth twitching with something unreadable. “Yeah, kind of.”

~~~ ZEUS Corp Tuesday ~~~

The hum of machinery filled the air as Park Sunghoon walked the pristine corridor of ZEUS Corp, white coat crisp, face unreadable. The lab’s chill didn’t faze him. It never did, not anymore.  He passed scientists chatting about new calibrations, nodding at interns who looked at him like a minor celebrity.  Inside his private lab, he pulled the door closed. Alone.

He moved to the back of the room, typing in a code. A hidden panel opened, revealing a locked briefcase. Inside: a sliver of shattered synthetic crystal, what remained of the Biofusion Core. A project long since banned. 

He stared at it. The blue glow pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. His reflection in the glass caught his attention, calm, composed. His eyes reflected the blue glow, going from brown to an icy blue. “Soon,” he murmured to no one.

~~~ Haneul City Bank, 10:13 PM Monday ~~~

Alarms wailed. Glass shattered. Civilians screamed. A man in a ski mask pointed a shaking gun at the bank teller as two others smashed open the vault behind him. “You’ve got one minute before we paint the walls red!” the leader barked. And then, suddenly-

THWIP!

The gun vanished from his hands, webbed to the ceiling. “You know,” a voice echoed from above, “you really should work on your customer service.” All three heads whipped up. Perched upside-down from a light fixture, Spider-Man grinned behind his mask.

“Also, painting walls red? A little cliché. Let’s try originality next time, yeah?” “Shoot him!” Bullets flew. Spider-Man flipped, webbed one of the guns midair, ricocheted off a pillar, and slammed a robber with a textbook-perfect kick. In seconds, he’d webbed two to the wall and disarmed the third, dangling him from the ceiling by his ankle.

“Thanks for banking with us,” he said, voice modulated through his suit’s filter. “Come again, actually, no, don’t.” Police sirens screamed in the distance. Spider-Man looked back at the bystanders, who were staring wide-eyed. He gave a mock salute. “Try the muffins at the café next door. They’re safer.” With a flick of his wrist, he shot a web and vanished into the night.

~~~ 11:04 PM Monday ~~~

The window slid open silently. Spider-Man landed inside with practiced ease, pulling off his mask to reveal a sweaty, slightly bruised Yang Jungwon. His hair clung to his forehead, and a thin cut ran along his cheek.

He barely got two steps in before…

“DUDE!”

Jake popped up from the bed, wide-eyed. “You kicked a guy through the air vent!” Jungwon blinked. “You were watching the livestream again, weren’t you?” “I was studying… and then the livestream accidentally opened in five tabs,” Jake said innocently.

From Jungwon’s desk chair, Niki spun around, holding a bag of chips. “You went full ninja tonight. I give that a 9.5 out of 10,” he said, tossing a chip in his mouth. “Would’ve been a 10 if you’d let me help.” “Again with the sidekick thing?” Jungwon groaned, tugging off his gloves.

“I’d make a great sidekick. Look at me. I’m agile. I’m charming. I have excellent hair.” “You have a 76 in Biology,” Jungwon muttered. “Exactly. I’ve got nothing to lose!” Jake laughed, falling back onto the bed. “You were awesome, man,” he said. “That one move off the counter? Straight out of a video game.”

Jungwon gave a tired smile as he peeled off the rest of the suit. “It wasn’t clean. I slipped on a coin tray.” “Amazing,” Niki said with mock drama. “The mighty Spider-Man, brought low by loose change.” Jungwon rolled his eyes but chuckled, the sound soft and real. For a moment, everything was still. Quiet. He looked out the window, city lights blinking back at him like stars. For now, Haneul was safe.

~~~ Haneul City High, Tuesday ~~~

Lunchtime was almost over. Chatter buzzed through the cafeteria, forks scraped against trays, and someone in the corner was trying (badly) to rap over a beat playing from a cracked phone speaker. Jungwon was only half-listening to Niki talk about a new action movie trailer when his spider sense prickled, not a sharp jolt, but a slow, crawling unease across the back of his neck.

Then, he noticed it. The air had shifted. “Is it just me,” Jake said, rubbing his arms, “or is it freezing in here?” It was cold, suddenly, unnaturally cold. The buzz of noise around them started to die down as students glanced around, confused. Breaths misting in the air. Jungwon’s fingers clenched under the table. Frost began creeping along the floor tiles, slow and deliberate, like it was alive. It bloomed across the walls next, coating lockers and window frames in thin sheets of ice.

(Y/n) shivered, pulling her jacket tighter. “What the hell…?” That was all Jungwon needed. His eyes snapped to Jake and Niki. One look. That’s all it took. Jake stood up casually. “Hey, (Y/n), wanna help us go find some heat in the science wing? Their vents never shut off.” “What? But lunch is-” “C’mon,” Niki said quickly, already tugging her away from the freezing table. “You’re literally turning blue.” (Y/n) frowned but let herself be pulled. “Seriously, what’s going on?” Jake glanced back once, just in time to see Jungwon slip through the side doors, head down, hood up.

Jungwon used his strength to pry open the door to an empty classroom, his breath already fogging. His fingers moved fast, peeling off his jacket, pulling the suit from his backpack. The chill was creeping faster. By the time he yanked the mask over his head, the lights in the hallway outside flickered. Somewhere down the corridor, ice cracked and groaned as it spread.

“Not here,” he muttered to himself. “Not at school.” He threw open the window, launching himself out and up onto the nearest rooftop with a thwip. From above, the streets of Haneul looked like they were holding their breath. People were staring up, pointing. The air shimmered with frost.

And walking casually down the center of the street, boots crunching on newly formed ice, was a man in a black and steel-blue suit, long coat flowing behind him like smoke. His breath came out in plumes. Electricity flickered along his fingertips.

Stormchill.

He wasn’t attacking. Not yet. He seemed to be testing something. Watching how far the cold could go. But Jungwon didn’t wait to find out. He launched himself from the rooftop, flipping once before landing cleanly in front of him. “Taking a stroll, Stormchill?” Spider-Man said, voice distorted through his filter. “Kind of a health code violation, freezing schools and cities, you know.” 

Stormchill looked up slowly. His eyes glowed faintly blue beneath his mask. “Spider-Man,” he said, almost bored. “Didn’t expect you to show up for a preview.” “I don’t let villains preview anything. Step away from the school.” Stormchill tilted his head, smirking faintly behind the mask. “So quick to assume I’m here for destruction. Maybe I just like the cold.”

“You’re not just passing through,” Spider-Man replied. “This is a warning, isn’t it?” A pulse of cold swept out from Stormchill’s body a sudden blast of freezing wind that sent snow swirling down the street. Power lines above sparked dangerously. He turned slightly, not attacking, but not retreating either.

“Tell them this was mercy,” he said softly. “Next time, I won’t walk away.” Then, in a crackle of blue lightning and a gust of frost, he was gone. Vanished. Jungwon stood alone in the street, breath ragged behind the mask. Stormchill had arrived. And this time, he wasn’t hiding.

Jungwon leapt across rooftops, the wind slicing past him as he searched, desperate for any sign of Stormchill. A flicker of blue light. A trace of cold air. A distorted reflection in a window. But there was nothing. Stormchill was gone. Just like that. And that was the part that scared Jungwon most. This wasn’t like the other times. Stormchill had never come this close. Never so deliberately close to civilians. To a school. To them.

Jungwon landed hard on the edge of a rooftop, crouched in silence, the wind tugging at the edges of his mask. This wasn’t just a warning. It was a declaration. Stormchill was done hiding. And if he didn’t stop him, if he didn’t figure out how to beat someone with the power to freeze an entire block in seconds, this city wouldn’t survive. He stayed there for another breath, heart thudding. Then, he turned, shot a web, and headed back to school.

By the time Jungwon slipped back inside, suit tucked away in his backpack, the ice was gone. What had been a frozen tundra was now a waterlogged mess. Custodians muttered under their breath as they tossed towels and shoved wet caution signs into place. Students wandered the halls in confusion, whispering theories. “Maybe it was a gas leak?” “No, I’m telling you, it was him, Stormchill.”

“They said Spider-Man was seen nearby. He was trying to stop it.” Jungwon pushed past them all, eyes scanning, until he saw them, Jake, Niki, and (Y/n), walking over toward him, they had managed to get to the science wing, they were safe; however, their soaked shoes squeaked against the floor.

The second (Y/n) saw him, her eyes widened. “Jungwon!” she called, rushing over. “Where did you go?!” “I-” he started, breath catching as she threw her arms around him. He hugged her tightly, burying his face briefly in her shoulder. Just feeling her there, warm, safe, it helped quiet the storm in his mind. “I got locked in the cafeteria when the doors iced over,” he said softly, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “Tried to call for someone but my phone froze, you guys managed to get out right before that happened,”

She frowned, worry written all over her face. “That was insane. I thought, I mean, what if something happened to you?” He swallowed. “I’m okay. You’re okay. That’s what matters.” Behind her, Jake gave him a subtle nod. Niki tilted his head slightly, reading him like a book. But Jungwon didn’t say anything more. He just looked at (Y/n), and for the first time, the words pressed hard against the inside of his throat.

She deserved to know. Everything in him screamed it. But not here. Not now. Not yet. He pulled her close again, quieter this time. “I promise… I’ll tell you everything. Soon.” (Y/n) looked up, puzzled. “Tell me what?” Jungwon forced a small smile. “Later.”

~~~ Zeus Corp ~~~

The lights in the corridor flickered once. Twice. Then, with a low crack of static, a cold gust swept through the air vents, unnatural, almost electric. The reinforced steel door to the private office clicked, then opened with a hiss. Stormchill stepped through.

Frost clung to the edges of his coat. Pale blue lightning shimmered faintly in the fabric like veins. The ice spread only slightly. Controlled. Focused. He stood perfectly still in the center of the room. Then, as if releasing a breath, he lifted a hand and pulled off his mask.

The glow in his eyes dimmed, flickering from cold, piercing ice-blue back to Sunghoon’s familiar warm brown. But the warmth was only color-deep. His expression remained cold. A small smile curved at the edges of his lips, not smug, not triumphant. Sinister. Calculated.

He walked to the wide glass panel overlooking the city, fingers leaving light frost-trails on the railing as he passed. Below, the city shimmered in the dying sunlight, warm, alive, fragile. He stared at it in silence.

“They felt it today,” he murmured to no one. His voice was low, calm. “The first whisper of what’s coming.” His gloved hand reached toward the glass, and the pane slowly frosted over under his touch. “This city is rotting from the inside,” he said quietly. “And they keep clinging to false hope. Masks and heroes. Webs and lies.”

He turned, slowly, walking back toward the center of the room. His mask lay in his hand, sleek, menacing. “I’m not hiding anymore,” he whispered. And with a hum of energy, he vanished in a flash of blue light, leaving only a faint shimmer of frost where he had stood.

~~~ (Y/n)’s home ~~~

The warmth of (Y/n)’s home always caught Jungwon off guard. It was filled with little things, framed family photos lining the hallway, the smell of something sweet lingering from the kitchen, and a fuzzy rug by the front door. It reminded him of the life he barely had time to live anymore.

“Jungwon! So good to see you again,” (Y/n)’s mom beamed as she opened the door. Her dad waved from the kitchen with a grin. “We’ve missed you around here.” “Missed me?” Jungwon laughed politely. “You saw me two days ago.” “That’s two days too long,” her mom teased, already heading toward the kitchen. “You staying for dinner?” “Can’t tonight,” he said with a soft smile. “Just some homework and hanging out, if that’s okay.” “Always.”

(Y/n) led him up to her room, the door clicking softly shut behind them. Jungwon glanced around again, the photos. Same as always. Her parents, younger versions of herself, and that one tall, smiling figure that came up often. Sunghoon. The older brother, Jungwon, had yet to meet.

Three months of dating, and he’d never once been home when Jungwon visited. He worked a lot, apparently, late hours, overnight shifts at a big company, Zeus Corp. No social media presence. A ghost with a familiar smile in photos. Jungwon had asked once. (Y/n) had just shrugged. “He’s busy. He used to be around more, but lately, it’s like he lives at work.” Still, the guy was everywhere, his presence woven into the fabric of the house. It made Jungwon curious. But tonight wasn’t about that.

They sat on her bed, side by side, textbooks open, laptops glowing. Her knee bumped his from time to time, and each time she looked up to ask a question, he smiled softly and leaned in to help. “Wait,” she mumbled, pencil between her teeth. “Why is this derivative so weird?” “Because math is mean,” he said with mock seriousness, leaning closer. “But look, you just factor this out, and-” She nodded slowly, his voice easing her into understanding. Their hands brushed briefly, and she didn’t move hers away.

It was normal. Peaceful. For once, he wasn’t Spider-Man. Just Jungwon. Just her boyfriend. He almost didn’t want the evening to end. But eventually, it did.

Outside her door, she walked him down the hall, hands still linked with his. At the front door, he kissed her softly, nothing dramatic. Just a gentle moment, shared in golden hallway light. “Text me when you get home,” she said, forehead resting against his. “I always do.”

Then he was gone, the cool evening wrapping around him like a reminder. Back to the city. Back to the other side of his life.

~~~ Jake’s family home, Friday ~~~ 

The glow of the TV reflected in Jungwon’s eyes as he sat cross-legged on the floor, a controller in hand, laughter bubbling between him, Jake, and Niki. “Dude, you didn’t even dodge, how are you this bad?” Jake teased, nudging Niki with his foot. “It’s lag, I swear,” Niki protested, wildly mashing buttons.

Jungwon grinned, genuinely relaxed, the chaos of Monday’s robbery, the frozen cafeteria on Tuesday, it all felt distant now. Almost manageable. He wasn’t just Spider-Man here. He was still a kid, still someone who could laugh. And then the world screamed.

It started with a low rumble. Then the lights flickered. A sudden pulse of energy blasted through the city, visible even from the apartment window, bright blue arcs of lightning snapping through the skyline.

Sirens wailed in the distance. Screams followed. The temperature dropped instantly. Frost began to crawl across the glass from the inside. Jungwon stood up sharply, every sense on fire. “Stormchill,” he breathed. Jake and Niki were already moving. Jake tossed Jungwon his bag. Niki locked the door, making sure no one could walk in.  “No jokes this time,” Niki muttered, voice tight with fear. “Just be careful, man.” Jungwon nodded, mask in hand. “If this goes bad, keep (Y/n) safe.” And with a thwip, he was gone, out the window, into the storm.

Stormchill stood in the middle of the chaos, surrounded by floating cars, shattered glass, and torn-up asphalt. Lightning coiled around his arms like serpents, crackling with unnatural fury. Waves of cold swept out in every direction, sidewalks cracked, buildings frosted over, entire traffic lights froze mid-swing.

People ran. Screamed. Fell. And Stormchill laughed, the sound sharp and twisted, echoing through the frozen air. “Where is your savior now?” he roared, arms outstretched as a surge of electricity blasted through a nearby transformer. It exploded in a shower of sparks. And then Spider-Man dropped from the sky.

He landed in a crouch, skidding across ice, eyes narrowing behind the lenses of his mask. “You again,” Stormchill sneered. “Yeah,” Spider-Man said, breathing hard. “Me again.” He charged. Webs shot forward, but they were instantly frozen mid-air, shattered before they could reach their target.

He flipped, dodged a blast of lightning, landed hard, rolled, leapt up again, only to be hit in the chest with a pulse of static that sent him flying into a parked car, the impact warping the metal. Still, he got up. Again. And again. But it wasn’t enough.

Stormchill was too fast. Too precise. He froze entire buildings with a wave. He sent power surging through every grounded surface, keeping Spider-Man from ever gaining a foothold. For an hour, they danced, blows exchanged, near-hits, desperate dodges, but slowly, steadily, Jungwon’s stamina gave out. His suit tore at the shoulder. One lens cracked. Stormchill grabbed him mid-air, electricity coursing through his gloves, and slammed him into the ground with a sickening crack.

The city fell silent. Stormchill stood over him, victorious, laughing darkly. “Your hero has failed you!” he shouted to the stunned citizens peeking from windows and behind wreckage. “Remember this moment. The age of ice is coming.” And then, once again, he was gone, disappearing in a burst of static-laced snow.

Jungwon barely made it home. Limping. Bruised. Suit torn. One arm cradled against his ribs. The mask hung from his hand. He sat on the edge of the rooftop outside his bedroom window, staring at the city. His city. The frost was melting slowly, but the damage was done.

The media would be brutal. The city was terrified. And he’d lost. The phone in his pocket buzzed, (Y/n) calling. He let it ring. Another buzz, Jake this time. Then Niki. He didn’t answer. He just sat there, blood on his lip, head bowed, feeling the weight of something heavier than any fight. 

Doubt.

~~~ Friday night to Sunday ~~~

The days blurred together in a flurry of sirens, shattered glass, and headlines that stabbed deeper than any wound. “Spider-Man Loses City’s Trust After Stormchill Attack.” “Frozen Fear: Where Was Our Hero?” “Rising Chaos in Spider-Man’s Wake.”

The city was falling apart, not because Spider-Man wasn’t trying, but because he was no longer seen as enough. Jungwon stopped three robberies, pulled two kids from a fire, and webbed up a group of looters outside a frozen electronics store. Still, when he left them tied up for the cops, someone shouted after him.  “Where were you when Stormchill froze my apartment?!” The words hit harder than any punch.

~~~

“You want food?” Jake asked, tossing a bag of chips toward the couch. It landed untouched. Jungwon sat slumped against the armrest, eyes on the muted TV, where the news scrolled another headline about Spider-Man’s apparent failure. The glow cast shadows across his face, ones that hadn’t been there before.

“Dude, come on,” Niki muttered from the floor, tossing a stress ball into the air. “You saved, like, fifty people this week alone.” “Doesn’t matter.” Jungwon’s voice was low, cracked. “Stormchill still wrecked half the city. I couldn’t even land a hit on him.” Jake frowned. “You fought for an hour. Against a guy throwing lightning and freezing buildings. You’re not a god.” “I’m supposed to be their hero,” Jungwon muttered. “But they all hate me now.”

A silence stretched too long. “You know who doesn’t hate you?” Niki finally said. “(Y/n).” That name made Jungwon flinch. He hadn’t seen her since Friday. They’d texted briefly, sure, but every time he tried to open the chat, his hands froze. What if she said she lost faith? What if she said she didn’t believe in Spider-Man anymore?

Jake reached over and nudged him. “You should talk to her. I know you’re scared of what she might think. But you’re not Spider-Man to her. You’re you.” Jungwon didn’t answer; he stayed silent, focused on his internal battle. 

~~~ At Jungwon’s home later that night ~~~

He sat on the edge of his bed, half-suited down in his Spider-Man gear, mask in hand. He stared at it. The weight of it. The symbol it was supposed to be. The responsibility. He had tried. He had given everything. And still, people looked up and said, “You failed us.”

His phone buzzed.

(Y/n): I miss you. Are you okay? You kinda vanished this weekend…

He stared at the message for a long time.

He wanted to say: I’m sorry. I’m not okay. I’m Spider-Man, and I think I lost.

But instead, he typed:

Jungwon: I miss you too. I’ll see you tomorrow.

~~~ Haneul High, Monday ~~~

Jungwon walked slower than usual. His backpack slung over one shoulder, the familiar stretch of fabric tugging at sore ribs beneath his hoodie. The bruises were nearly gone, super-healing had its perks, but the pain lingered. Sharp, constant, a reminder of how close he came to breaking.

Students streamed around him, buzzing about the cold snap, the lingering fear, and of course, Spider-Man. “I heard Stormchill fried an entire bus.” “Did you see how bad Spider-Man got beat?” “He’s not even trying anymore. What’s the point?”

Jungwon lowered his head and tried not to let the words stick. But they did. They always did. Then he saw her. (Y/n), standing by her locker, her arms crossed, eyebrows drawn into a stormcloud of disappointment. She looked straight at him. And didn’t smile.

Jungwon’s heart dropped. “Hey,” he said, voice soft, careful. “You look really pretty today.” She didn’t answer. He reached her, trying to read her expression. “Okay, ouch. Ice cold. Literally colder than Stormchill.” Still nothing. “(Y/n)…” he said, stepping closer.

Her arms uncrossed, but her eyes stayed sharp. “You ignored me all weekend, Jungwon. No replies, one text, no calls. What happened?” “I-” he started, already crumbling. “I’m sorry.” She just raised a brow. Jungwon sighed, and after a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he leaned in and gently kissed her cheek… then the tip of her nose.

“Don’t do that,” she mumbled, turning her head away, though the faintest smile threatened to form. He grinned slightly, hopeful. “Do what?” “Be cute when I’m mad at you,” she muttered. “It’s cheating.” “I’m seriously sorry,” Jungwon said. “You deserve an explanation. And I promise… after school, I’ll tell you everything I can. Just please don’t stay mad.”

She paused, finally looking him in the eye. “You’re lucky I missed you.” He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours. “So… we’re okay?” “We will be,” she said, linking her pinky with his. “But if you ditch me again like that, I’ll punch you. Right in your weirdly perfect jaw.” Jungwon laughed quietly, and even though his ribs flared in pain, he felt a little lighter. But as they walked to class, hand in hand, a weight still pressed against his chest. He still didn’t know if he had the courage to tell her the truth.

~~~ Later that afternoon at Jungwon’s place ~~~ 

(Y/n) sat in the desk chair, arms crossed, legs tucked under her as she faced Jungwon, who sat stiffly on the edge of his bed. He looked nervous, more nervous than she’d ever seen him. She was trying not to jump to conclusions, but the look in his eyes, it wasn’t just guilt. It was fear.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, uh… this is going to sound completely insane.” (Y/n) didn’t blink. “Jungwon. Start talking.” He swallowed hard. “Okay. Um. I’m, uh Spider-Man.”

Dead silence.

(Y/n) tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “You’re what now?” “I’m Spider-Man,” he said again, a little more rushed. “The guy. The webs. Swinging around the city. That’s me.” “Jungwon,” she said slowly. “If this is some weird joke, it’s not funny.” “I’m not joking,” he said, standing up. “Hang on. I’ll prove it.”

Before she could ask how, Jungwon placed one hand on his bedroom wall and then walked straight up it like gravity didn’t exist. He crouched on the ceiling, upside down, looking at her with wide eyes. (Y/n) stood up, her chair screeching back.

“What the?!? How, Jungwon?!?” He flipped down gracefully, landing on his feet, and went straight to his closet. A few seconds of digging later, he held out the iconic red-and-blue suit. “Still got soot on it,” he said quietly. She stared at it. At him. At the wall. At the suit.

“No way,” she breathed. “This, this can’t, You’re… You’re Spider-Man?” He nodded. Her voice cracked, raw and real. “You fought Stormchill. You got hurt. I saw the footage, he threw you into a building, Jungwon!” “I’m okay,” he said quickly, stepping toward her. “I promise. I’m okay now.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I wanted to,” he said. “So many times. But I didn’t know how. I was scared.”

“Of what? That I’d be mad?” “No,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “That you’d be scared for me. That you’d be in danger just knowing. I didn’t want to drag you into this.” Her arms fell to her sides as she stared at him. “But I was already in danger, Jungwon. The cafeteria? You think I didn’t notice how fast Jake pulled me out when the frost started spreading? Like you told him to?”

He froze. (Y/n)’s brows knit together. “Wait did he know? Did Jake know?” Jungwon looked down. “…That’s not important right now.” “It is to me.” He winced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. Or lie. I just… I didn’t know what else to do.” A beat passed.

Then, slowly, (Y/n) stepped toward him. “I’m still mad,” she said softly. “But not because you’re Spider-Man.” He looked up. “I’m mad because you’ve been carrying all of this alone,” she continued. “Because you got hurt and didn’t tell me. Because I love you and you didn’t trust me with the truth.” His breath caught. “I do trust you.”

“Then show me,” she said. “Let me be part of this now. No more lies.” He nodded, eyes shimmering. “Okay.” (Y/n) wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in tight despite the ache in his ribs. He held her back just as tightly, the tension finally beginning to melt away. “You’re still an idiot,” she muttered into his shoulder. “Yeah,” he whispered back, “but I’m your idiot.”

(Y/n) sat back down beside Jungwon on the bed, still processing the weight of everything he had just told her. Her fingers toyed gently with a frayed edge of his comforter, the silence between them no longer tense, just thoughtful.

“…So,” she finally said, her voice softer now, “Jake knows too, doesn’t he?” Jungwon gave a sheepish smile. “Yeah. He was actually the first one to find out.” (Y/n) turned her head to look at him. “How?”

He took a deep breath, thinking back to those early, chaotic nights. “It was not long after I first became Spider-Man. I was still figuring things out, how to swing, how to fight, how not to crash into walls every other minute.” She couldn’t help but let out a quiet, amused breath at that.

“One night,” Jungwon continued, “Jake and I were walking home from a late study session. He took a shortcut through this alley, and I stayed to continue on my own way. when a group of guys, low-level thugs, jumped him. I saw it happen just as they started dragging him up the fire escape.” (Y/n)’s eyes widened. “Oh my god.”

“They were trying to use him as bait,” Jungwon said bitterly. “To get Spider-Man to show up. Which… obviously worked. I suited up and took them on, but things got messy. During the fight, Jake was thrown off the edge of the roof.” (Y/n) gasped.

“I caught him,” Jungwon said quickly. “But in the panic, I shouted his name. I didn’t even realize I did it until afterward. I got him to safety, and when I checked on him, he looked right at me and said, ‘Jungwon?’” He gave a small, nostalgic laugh. “Guess my voice wasn’t as masked as I thought.”

“That’s why you use that voice distortion thing now?” (Y/n) asked. “Yeah,” he said with a nod. “It’s not perfect, but it helps. Jake’s been helping me ever since, covering for me at school, making excuses when I vanish, even helping upgrade my gear. He’s honestly been amazing.” (Y/n) let that sink in for a moment, then gave him a knowing smile. “So that’s why he always seemed to know where you were.” “Busted,” Jungwon chuckled.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, more at ease now. “You’re lucky to have a friend like Jake,” “I know,” he said softly. “And now, I have you too.” (Y/n) smiled, hugging his arm. “You’ve always had me.”

(Y/n) was quiet for a moment, still curled gently against Jungwon’s side before she tilted her head and asked, “What about Niki? Does he know too?” Jungwon let out a short sigh through his nose, a sheepish grin forming. “Yeah… he does. Found out about a year ago.” “Another accident?” He nodded. “A different kind, though. That night was a mess.” (Y/n) leaned back a little to look at him, curiosity piqued.

“It was really late. I’d just finished stopping this guy who thought he was the city’s next big villain, news flash, he wasn’t,” Jungwon added quickly. “But I was exhausted. I climbed through my bedroom window like usual, pulled my mask off and right then I heard the most ungodly scream I’ve ever heard in my life.” (Y/n) covered her mouth with a gasp. “Niki?”

“Niki,” Jungwon confirmed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Turns out, he’d had this massive fight with his parents. He left their house in the middle of the night and came to mine. He has a spare key, so he let himself in, however, I didn’t remember that I gave it too him like five years ago. But I guess I was out longer than usual, so he thought maybe I was staying at Jake’s.”

“And then he woke up to see Spider-Man taking off his mask in front of him,” (Y/n) finished for him, eyes wide. “Yup.” Jungwon groaned a little at the memory. “He screamed so loud I almost fell out the window. I had to tackle him onto the bed and clamp his mouth shut before he alerted my whole building.” (Y/n) laughed, the image too vivid not to picture.

“He thought it was the coolest thing ever, though,” Jungwon added, rolling his eyes fondly. “Still does. He kept asking if he could be my sidekick. Tried to come up with names and everything.” “What’d you say?” she asked with a smirk. “I told him he’d get himself killed within ten minutes because he doesn’t have any powers.” (Y/n) giggled. “Sounds like him.”

“Yeah. He was mad for, like, a week. But he still helps out however he can. I trust him.” She smiled, watching Jungwon as he talked about the people he kept close, the ones he trusted with his life. Then her expression turned a little more serious again. “I’m glad they know. I’m glad I know now, too.” Jungwon took her hand gently. “I wanted to tell you sooner. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” “I get it,” she said. “But next time, trust me to decide that for myself.” “I will.” He squeezed her hand. “From now on, no more secrets.”

~~~ Later at (Y/n)’s house ~~~

When (Y/n) stepped through the front door that evening, she expected the usual: silence, maybe a note from her parents saying they’d be home late. Instead, the warm scent of brewed tea and the sound of movement in the kitchen made her pause in surprise. “Sunghoon?” she called.

A moment later, her older brother stepped into view, still dressed in his Zeus Corp uniform, blazer off, sleeves rolled up. He looked tired, but he smiled at the sight of her. “Hey, stranger,” he said. “Sunghoon!” she lit up, rushing over to hug him. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” “Work’s been a nightmare,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her.

Then, he froze. Just for a second. Barely noticeable. But enough. There it was. That faint, strange scent, crackling energy laced with chill. Not just cold. His cold. His frost. There was a residual trace of something deeply familiar, something from that night. The fight. The strike that hit Spider-Man square in the chest, a flash of ice laced with electricity that would have clung to his suit, his skin, maybe even his clothes underneath.

And now that same signature, weak but undeniable, was on (Y/n). The smile never left Sunghoon’s face, but a darkness began creeping in behind his eyes. He pulled back, letting the hug end naturally, but his thoughts raced. Not her. But someone close to her. Someone who touched her recently. Hugged her. Close contact.

His mind sharpened. His instincts as Stormchill whispered possibilities. He smoothed a hand over her shoulder gently. “You’ve been out?” “Yeah,” she said casually, completely unaware. “Spent the afternoon at Jungwon’s. We were doing homework.” Sunghoon’s expression didn’t shift. Not yet. “How’s he doing?” “He’s good. A little stressed from school stuff.” She smiled. “But he always helps me out when I get stuck.”

“Mm,” Sunghoon murmured. “That’s nice.” He turned back toward the kitchen. “I made dinner if you’re hungry.” “Starving,” she said, hanging up her bag and skipping in after him. Behind her, Sunghoon’s smile faded just a little. Someone near his sister was Spider-Man. He didn’t know who yet, but he would. And when he finds them, He would crush them. Maybe it was Jungwon, maybe Jake, he’s around often, maybe that Niki kid, maybe someone else. 

~~~

The morning sun hadn’t fully risen yet, casting long blue shadows across the quiet street. From an alley beside their home, Sunghoon stood silently, his jacket replaced with a dark hoodie, hands in his pockets, face half-covered by a shadowed cap. His car was parked blocks away, appearances maintained, routines followed, as far as anyone knew, he’d already gone to work.

But today, he had different priorities. He waited patiently, watching through the narrow slats between the fence posts until the front door creaked open and (Y/n) stepped out, school bag over her shoulder and earbuds in. She locked the door behind her and walked off with her usual bounce.

He followed. At a distance. Silent, untraceable. He wasn’t used to doing this, tailing someone without freezing an entire street block, but stealth had its merits. Especially when the target had no idea she was being watched.

(Y/n) reached the school gates just as three familiar boys came into view. Jungwon was the first to greet her, a bright smile on his face as he immediately pulled her into a warm hug, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Jake gave her a hug, casual and friendly. Niki offered his usual half-hug, half-handshake, lazy but sincere.

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes from across the street. Three possibilities. His gaze flicked between them, cold and clinical. He analyzed posture, height, build, even warmth in their greetings.

Niki: tall, a little too lanky. Didn’t seem to fit the same physic. Not enough contact to transfer the residue. Probably not him.

Jake: close. But didn’t fit exactly what Sunghoon remembered. He’d fought Spider-Man up close. Jake’s movements felt too loose, untrained, but he could be different when wearing the suit, even Sunghoon was different with his. 

Jungwon: Shorter. More compact. Physically fit, but deceptively so. The hug he gave (Y/n) was too natural, too close. Too perfect. Definitely a top contender. 

Was it him? A cruel grin ghosted across Sunghoon’s lips. Time to test. He reached into his coat, fingers curling around a small shard of frost-tipped metal, an ice prick no bigger than a pen cap, supercharged with a faint static pulse. It wouldn’t kill. It wouldn’t even leave a permanent wound. But it would move fast, fast enough to force a reaction out of someone with heightened reflexes.

Just one flick. One shot toward the pavement near them. But then he stopped. His fingers tightened. (Y/n). She was standing too close. If none of those boys were Spider-Man, she could be the one hit. He couldn’t guarantee the prick wouldn’t go astray. 

He swallowed the impulse. Not yet. Sunghoon stepped back into the shadows, slipping the weapon away. He would find another moment. One when she wasn’t near them. One when he could push the limits without risking her. He might be a monster for what he wants to do, but he would never intentionally hurt his little sister. Never. 

~~~

Three days. That’s how long Sunghoon waited. Three days of watching, calculating, stalking the outskirts of his sister’s world. Three days of trying to identify the spider hiding behind a teenage face. And after three days, he was done. If Spider-Man didn’t show himself, then he’d force him out. Or break him trying.

The freeze began slowly. A shudder in the water lines. A groan in the metal beneath the streets. Then silence. Everywhere. The people of the city didn’t notice at first, not until someone turned on a faucet and nothing came out. Not even a drop. Outside, frost curled over car windows like fingers. Ice crept up stop signs. Breath crystallized in midair. And then came the blackout. The city’s lights died. The air buzzed, and then there was nothing but dark.

Jungwon felt it before he saw it, his spider-sense going wild, buzzing in the back of his head like a drill. He didn’t hesitate. He ran. He suited up, hands shaking only slightly as he pulled his mask down. His ribs still ached from the last fight, but he couldn’t stop. Not now. The city needed him. Even if he lost. Even if it broke him.

People gathered in the streets, wrapped in blankets and all their winter clothes, watching as lightning danced through the sky, not golden, but a strange cold-blue, laced with glittering frost. The clouds above churned like a storm about to snap. And there he stood. Stormchill. Tall. Smiling. Crackling with ice and static.

Across from him was Spider-Man. And the crowd watched. Again. He lunged. He flew. He flipped and dodged and kicked. He spun webs that froze in midair or were snapped by volts. He kept standing. He kept trying. And they murmured. “He should stop,” “He can’t win against that thing,” “but he’s still fighting.” “he’s not giving up.” Some rolled their eyes. Some held their breath. 

Some, like (Y/n), Jake, and Niki, sat in Jungwon’s bedroom, staring at the powerless TV, listening to the faint echo of sirens, hearts in their throats. (Y/n) held her phone tight, her thumb pressed to her lips. She whispered, “Please, please come back to me.”

~~~

Stormchill laughed as he vanished into mist and light, leaving behind a city locked in ice and shadows. It took two days for the water to thaw. Two days for power to return. Two days of fear, cold, and quiet. 

And when Spider-Man returned home, limping, bleeding, and exhausted. He collapsed into (Y/n)’s arms, his mask barely off before he passed out. She held him tightly, shaking, brushing the hair from his face. Jake and Niki stood by, quietly covering the windows, making sure no one could see inside. 

And that night, (Y/n) sat with them in the flickering candlelight, voice steady as she whispered, “We need to make him something better. A suit that’s stronger, faster. Something that can fight this monster. If the city won’t believe in him, we will,”  Jake nodded. “Let’s give Spider-Man a fighting chance.” Niki grinned. “Operation Upgrade is on.”

Jungwon now lay asleep in his bed, bruised and worn down, but alive. Just barely. Out in the dining room, the air buzzed with tension and candlelight, scattered tools and notebooks covering the table. (Y/n) rolled her pencil between her fingers. “Okay, so let’s start with the basics, he needs protection. Especially against electricity. What can block or absorb electric shocks?”

Jake rubbed his temples, already flipping through one of his physics books. “Rubber insulates, sure, but it’s too stiff and bulky to move in. We need something flexible and conductive and heat-resistant.” “What about lead?” Niki offered, clearly trying. “That’s in, like, x-ray vests and stuff.” Jake shook his head. “Way too heavy. He’ll be slower than a freezing snail.”

(Y/n) frowned, tapping her sketchbook. “Okay, what about graphene? Didn’t we talk about that in class a while ago?” Jake perked up. “Yes. Graphene is light, flexible, and it conducts electricity insanely well. If we can use it in thin layers as a mesh, we can redirect electricity throughout the suit without letting it shock him directly.”

Niki leaned back. “Cool, but what if the mesh overloads? Like Stormchill’s electricity isn’t regular static, it’s amped-up, crazy villain lightning. That could melt the whole suit.” (Y/n) scribbled a note. “So we need a breaker circuit, something that automatically shuts down the flow if the current gets too strong.”

Jake nodded. “And we can use a cooling gel layer under the mesh, one that keeps his body temp regulated no matter how cold it gets outside.” “Wait, wait,” Niki jumped in, flipping back a sketch. “What about heated pads under the chest plate and boots? Like the ones they use in winter sports. If we wire them with the suit’s power supply, they can keep his joints warm and his webs fluid.”

“I like that,” (Y/n) said, already sketching out the web shooters. “But maybe we ditch the standard web fluid altogether. It freezes too fast. What if we rework it into a thermal-based web formula? Something with chemical heat that activates on contact.” She looked over to Jake, hoping he’d say it was possible. 

“That’s brilliant,” Jake muttered. “Thermogenic reaction. It’d prevent Stormchill from freezing the webs mid-flight.” “Okay, but no capes,” Niki said seriously, wagging a finger. “We are not pulling an Incredibles here.” (Y/n) giggled softly. “Agreed. Sleek, no excess. And no visible wires or ports, it all has to be internal.”

“What about a shield?” Jake suggested. “Like a compact one, wrist-mounted?” “No,” (Y/n) said, thinking. “He needs full movement. Anything bulky slows him down. We keep it close to his body. Agility’s his strength, that’s how he’s survived this long.” Niki nodded slowly. “Right. We’re not turning him into Iron Man. He’s still Spider-Man. Just… stronger. Smarter.” They went silent for a beat, looking at the half-drawn suit in front of them now darker, sleeker, smarter. Reimagined not just for battle, but for survival.

She looked toward the closed door where Jungwon slept. “We’re gonna help him win,” she whispered. Jake and Niki exchanged a solemn, united nod. This wasn’t just a plan. This was a promise.

~~~

The morning light crept through the curtains in soft golden beams, casting a warm glow across Jungwon’s face as he slowly stirred awake. He blinked, his body still sore, but his heart eased as he turned his head and saw (Y/n) beside him, her hand wrapped gently around his.

She was still asleep, her brow furrowed just slightly, like she hadn’t stopped worrying even in her dreams. He smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. For a moment, he just lay there, listening to her breathing and the soft sounds of the city slowly coming back to life.

When she finally stirred, her eyes met his, and she gave him a sleepy smile. “Hey,” she whispered. “Hey,” he whispered back, voice raspy. “You scared me.” “I know. I’m sorry.” “You better not do that again.” “I’ll try.” Down the hall, the unmistakable sound of Jake and Niki arguing quietly over cereal broke the silence, followed by the clatter of a spoon and Niki muttering, “Bro, that was vintage Spider-Man cereal. You wasted it.”

(Y/n) chuckled softly, sitting up and stretching before helping Jungwon do the same, careful with his ribs. “Come on, the geniuses want to show you something.” They shuffled into the living room, where papers, notebooks, and a whiteboard had taken over half the space. Jake was pushing his glasses up his nose while Niki was pointing at a page with dramatic flair.

“Ta-da,” Niki said, grinning proudly. “Project Rebirth.” Jake held up the detailed sketch of the new suit, streamlined but sturdy, with reinforced areas for temperature and shock resistance, and sleek gauntlets where the new thermal web shooters would go. Flexible, yet armored. Light, yet insulated.

Jungwon’s eyes widened as he took it all in. “You guys really did all this, for me?” “Well, technically, with (Y/n),” Jake said. “She’s the one who got us all focused.” “And I’m the one who said no capes,” Niki added with a grin. “So, you’re welcome.” Jungwon shook his head in disbelief, a smile growing on his lips. “It’s amazing. Seriously. Maybe with this, I won’t lose again.” “We’re counting on that,” Jake said softly.

“But now comes the tricky part,” (Y/n) added, her expression turning thoughtful. “We’ve got most of the small components. Between school and what Jake’s hoarding in his garage, we can manage a lot.” “But,” Niki said, leaning in. “Some of the key materials, like the cooling gel compound and that advanced mesh we talked about? Not exactly stocked at your local science lab.”

Jake nodded. “Zeus Corp has both. They use the mesh in one of their weather drones and the compound in their cryo-energy experiments.” They all fell silent for a beat. “I could try to get it,” (Y/n) said suddenly, lifting her chin. “I’ll go visit Sunghoon at work. Say I just wanted to see him and maybe ask about his research out of curiosity. I know how to talk to him. If I’m careful, I might be able to get what we need.” Jungwon instantly looked concerned. “Are you sure? It’s risky.” (Y/n) nodded, resolve settling into her voice. “For you? I’m sure.”

~~~

Later that afternoon, after Jungwon had rested and the group had gone over every detail of the suit sketch one last time, the plan was in motion. Jake’s garage had been officially declared their base of operations. With its scattered tools, half-functioning fan, and shelves of spare parts and old projects, it was the perfect workspace. The boys wasted no time.

“Alright,” Jake said, pushing up his sleeves and snapping on a pair of goggles. “We’re gonna start with the suit’s internal wiring which I’ve been hoarding lab-grade poly-fiber cables for three years, so we can use those,” 

“You hoard science gear,” Niki muttered. “You’re like a squirrel. A nerd squirrel.” Jungwon, watching them pull apart devices and solder wires, couldn’t help but smile. His ribs still ached, but something about seeing his friends diving into this with him, no hesitation, no complaints, gave him more strength than he expected. “We’ve got your back, man,” Niki said, as if reading his thoughts. “Stormchill’s not gonna know what hit him.”

Meanwhile, across town, (Y/n) was slipping her shoes off along with her jacket as she came home. Her hands fidgeted slightly, not from nerves, but from the weight of what she was about to do.

She found Sunghoon sitting in the kitchen, a coffee mug in one hand and his tablet in the other, deep in some report. “Hey,” she said, walking over casually. He looked up with a rare, warm smile. “Hey. You just coming home?” “Yeah, um, but I was actually wondering something.” Sunghoon set the tablet down. “Shoot.” “I’ve been thinking about internships,” she said, careful to sound relaxed. “I know it’s early, but I thought I could start visiting places I might want to apply to next year.”

His eyebrows rose, clearly intrigued. “I mean, you work at one of the biggest tech companies in the city,” she continued, letting her voice soften just a bit. “And I figured, maybe I could come by? Just look around? I’d feel more comfortable starting somewhere close to someone I trust.” Sunghoon’s smile grew genuine, touched. 

“You want to intern at Zeus Corp?” “I want to see if I want to,” she said with a small laugh. “But yeah, I thought I’d start there.” Sunghoon leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased. “You can come by tomorrow. I’ll clear some time in the afternoon and show you around.” “Thanks, Hoon,” she said, walking over to hug him. He returned it without hesitation.

~~~ The next day ~~~

The second the school bell rang, (Y/n) was out the door.

As promised, a sleek black car from Zeus Corp was parked outside the gates. She slipped into the back seat, her backpack sitting heavily in her lap. Only a pencil case and a small note lay inside it, Jungwon had taken the rest of her things, for now, all to fit more supplies in it, hopefully. 

The ride to Zeus felt longer than it was. Her fingers drummed nervously against the zipper of her bag as she stared out at the city, her city, the one she was now helping protect in secret. When she stepped into the massive, mirrored lobby of Zeus Corp, the nerves tried to catch up with her, but were quickly quieted by the sight of her brother waiting just past security, smiling warmly as he waved her over.

“You made it,” Sunghoon said, pulling her into a quick hug. “Wouldn’t miss it,” she replied, returning the smile. He started the tour immediately, polished hallways, state-of-the-art labs, long windows showing off the company’s solar-powered tech and hydro-cooling infrastructure. It was genuinely impressive. But all (Y/n) could think about was the small supply list tucked inside her bag, carefully copied from the boys’ sketches.

“Most of our advanced materials come through this wing,” Sunghoon explained as they reached a large steel door marked Resources & Inventory. “I can only show you the main storage, the R&D wing’s off-limits without clearance, but there’s still a lot in here, if you become an intern, a main job will be running in here and getting supplies or returning them, I speak from experience,” 

He scanned his ID, and the doors slid open with a faint hiss. The supply room was larger than she expected, stacked with labeled bins, drawers, and shelves of components. Some crates were marked with current project tags, others labeled extra or obsolete. And then there was the bin in the corner: DISPOSAL / SCRAP.

Fate smiled on her. Just as Sunghoon opened his mouth to explain something else, his phone buzzed. “Sorry, give me one second,” he muttered, glancing at the screen. His expression shifted slightly, something urgent. “I have to take this. Just look around, I’ll be right back.” The moment he disappeared around the corner, (Y/n) sprang into action.

She moved quickly but carefully, pulling open drawers, lifting small containers, conductive thread coils, thermal-dampening foam, flex-fiber mesh, cooling gel caps, micro-insulation pads. She recognized almost everything thanks to Jake’s obsessive labeling system and Niki’s doodles on the sketch sheet. She tucked item after item into her bag, even kneeling by the trash can labeled “SCRAP” and finding a half-damaged coil they could probably salvage. She paused only once to listen for footsteps, none.

Finally, she zipped up her bag, fixed it neatly on her shoulder, and slid the drawer she’d opened back into place. Just as she turned around, Sunghoon reappeared, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “Sorry,” he said. “Some production delay in the outer lab.” “No worries,” (Y/n) replied smoothly, her heart racing but her smile calm. “This place is amazing.” Sunghoon chuckled, motioning for her to follow. “Come on. I’ll show you the observation deck. Best view in the city.” As they walked off, he threw an arm casually around her shoulders. She leaned into it, just enough. 

After the tour, Sunghoon had to head back into the core labs to handle a call from the executive team. He gave (Y/n) a fond smile and ruffled her hair before walking off, completely unaware of what she’d slipped out of his supply room.

“See you at home,” he called. (Y/n) didn’t linger. The moment she stepped outside, she picked up the pace. She ducked into the first subway entrance she could find, ignoring the ache in her shoulder from the overstuffed backpack. Every step closer to Jake’s place was one closer to making the plan a reality. A new suit. A real shot at winning.

The second she reached the Sim family garage, she banged on the side door and let herself in. Jake looked up from where he and Niki were sorting wires on the table, his eyebrows shooting up. “You’re back early!” Jungwon was sitting on a stool nearby, his ribs still a bit stiff, but his face lit up when he saw her. “Hey! How’d it go?”

(Y/n) didn’t answer right away. Instead, with a dramatic flair, she dropped her backpack onto the worktable and unzipped it. The boys leaned in as she slowly pulled out the supplies one by one. “Thermal dampening gel caps,” Jake murmured, eyes wide. “Conductive flex mesh?” Jungwon said, holding up a silver-lined patch.

Niki whistled, grinning. “Yo, you got the heat-resistant polymer sheets, too?” “Wait, is this… this is aerogel-fused thread?!” Jake suddenly held it up like it was sacred. “Do you know how expensive this stuff is? How did you even?” (Y/n) smirked. “Let’s just say Zeus Corp is more generous than they realize.”

The garage filled with noise, laughter, cheers, metal parts clinking as Jake and Jungwon geeked out over the components, laying them out on the big central table, while Niki paced in excited circles. “This is more than enough,” Jake said, shaking his head in disbelief. “We can actually make this work now. The thermal shielding, the electricity diffusers, this is real superhero-grade tech.”

“I told you I had it handled,” (Y/n) said, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed with a proud grin. Jungwon walked over and wrapped her in a soft, thankful hug. “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?” She hugged him back, careful not to press too hard against his ribs. “Well, someone’s got to make sure you don’t die next time.” They all laughed, but underneath it was the truth. This suit wasn’t just for show. It was for survival. “Alright!” Niki clapped his hands together. “Let’s build a suit that’ll make that frozen lawn gnome cry.”

~~~

Two weeks. That’s how long it had taken to finish the new suit. And in that time, the city had been, quiet. Too quiet. Stormchill hadn’t reappeared. No attacks. No taunting messages. No sign of movement. It was like he had vanished, or worse, like he was waiting for something. And Jungwon could feel it. In the pit of his stomach, in the cold wind that blew too sharply at night. Something was coming. And it wouldn’t be small.

It was 2:37 AM. The city slept, unaware of the battle brewing in the shadows. On a rooftop in the industrial district, Jungwon stood tall in his new suit, the moonlight catching the sleek material, making the lines of embedded mesh and reinforced plates glint softly.

He tugged his mask down and took a slow breath. The fabric was thicker than his old one, warmer too. They’d built in insulation, thermal dampeners, and even a way to ground electricity. Jake had called it “low-key genius,” and honestly, Jungwon couldn’t disagree. But, it didn’t quiet the voice in his head. We’re just kids.

He fired a web and swung forward, letting the wind tear past him as he soared between buildings. The suit moved well, better than expected. No drag. No stiffness. He landed on the side of a tower, stuck fast, then launched again. Swing, twist, land. It worked.

But still, What if it’s not enough? What if next time, Stormchill didn’t retreat? What if the villain didn’t hold back?

He landed on a billboard, crouching, the city spread out below him in shadows and faint glows from backup generators still kicking around the districts that hadn’t fully recovered from the last blackout. This wasn’t just about one man in a mask anymore. It was bigger. Deeper. We built a suit. That’s good. But is it enough to protect everyone I love?

His fingers twitched at the edge of his web shooters, a nervous habit. He thought about (Y/n), about the look on her face when he stumbled home bloody and half-conscious. About Jake and Niki, working tirelessly to fix things neither of them was trained to fix. They had stepped up without question. And he felt that weight every day.

Jungwon jumped off the billboard and swung through the air again, faster this time, pushing the suit to its limits. It held. Every move sharper, more controlled. When he finally returned home, heart pounding, suit humming with the last bit of heat it absorbed, he peeled off the mask and sat on his windowsill, looking out. He still didn’t know if it would be enough. But he knew they were ready to try.

~~~ A few days later ~~~

The city never truly slept, even now, long after midnight, the hum of generators echoed faintly through the streets. Jungwon moved silently across rooftops, getting a feel for the upgraded suit. It clung to his form like a second skin, warmer, smoother, more responsive. But still, his mind wasn’t fully on the tech. Something in his chest felt unsettled. Like a thread being pulled.

He landed on the edge of a low rooftop, scanning the alleyways below. That’s when he saw it. A shimmer of static. A faint glow of electric-blue frost trailing over cracked pavement. Stormchill.

Jungwon flattened himself to the ledge, eyes narrowing behind the lenses of his mask. Stormchill was alone, deep in the shadows of a narrow alleyway between two crumbling buildings. He appeared to be adjusting something in a case, tubes of pressurized energy, wires, and vials of pulsing, icy serum. Too distracted to notice he was being watched.

Spider-Man stayed still. Quiet. Observing. He wasn’t here for a fight, not unless he had to. After a minute, Stormchill stepped back from the case, sighing. Then, he reached up and pulled off his mask. Jungwon’s breath caught in his throat. The man turned, just slightly, just enough for the pale moonlight to catch the sharp lines of his face. Sunghoon.

It was Sunghoon. (Y/n)’s brother. Her kind, responsible, fiercely protective older brother. No. It couldn’t be. His brain rebelled, trying to deny it, but his eyes knew better. The warm brown eyes that glowed icy blue for a second before dimming. Jungwon jerked back as if stung. His heart thundered in his chest. He launched upward, grappling to the nearest rooftop and vanishing into the night like a breath of wind, not daring to look back.

By the time he got home, his mask was off, his suit half-unzipped. He paced the length of his room in silence, fingers buried in his hair. “Sunghoon… Stormchill…” he whispered, the name tasting like rust on his tongue. It didn’t make sense. But it did. Too much of it suddenly did. The cold. The power. The connections.  And the worst part? (Y/n). Did she know? Could she know?

He collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling, jaw clenched so hard it hurt. The thought of fighting Sunghoon twisted something deep in his stomach. Not just because of what he could do, but because of what it would mean.

What if I have to hurt him? What if I have to stop him for good? What happens to her then?

She’d lose her brother. And she might never forgive him. Jungwon curled into himself slightly, guilt and confusion clawing at him like vines. He had no answers. Not yet. But one thing was clear. The next time they met, it would be war. And Jungwon wasn’t sure whose heart would break first.

Jungwon hadn’t slept. Not really. He lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the city fighting to return to normal. His mind spiraled endlessly, caught between what he knew and what he wished he didn’t.

Sunghoon was Stormchill. The villain terrorizing the city, freezing entire neighborhoods, shorting out power grids, laughing as he left Spider-Man broken in the snow. Every time Jungwon closed his eyes, he saw (Y/n)’s face. Smiling. Laughing. Kissing his cheek. And right behind that, Sunghoon’s twisted grin, that moment when the mask came off, and everything fell apart.

He wanted to talk to someone. Jake? Niki? Even (Y/n)? But what would he say? What if she knew? What if she had been helping her brother all this time? Jungwon sat up suddenly, breath catching in his throat at the thought. No. No way. That wasn’t possible. If she had been helping Stormchill, Jungwon would already be dead. Sunghoon would’ve struck the moment he found out.

But he hadn’t. Instead, Stormchill had gone quiet. Which meant one thing: He was planning something. Something big. And Jungwon knew he had to be ready. Whether the city turned on him again or not. Whether the new suit held up or not. Whether he was fighting a stranger or someone closer. He clenched his fists. The silence was agony, but the truth would hurt more if it wasn’t timed right. He had to keep it inside, at least for now.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

At first, it was just the lights. A flicker. A low, dying hum. Then everything went black. The school seemed to exhale as the electricity died, heaters, lights, even the soft hum of vending machines gone in an instant. The silence lasted only seconds before the screaming began, followed closely by something worse.

The cold. It wasn’t natural, it didn’t creep in like a winter breeze slipping through a window. No, this cold slammed into them like a tidal wave, sharp and unforgiving. Students cried out as the floor beneath them cracked, the linoleum frosting over with thick, creeping ice that spread fast, crawling up the legs of tables and chairs, making everything slick and brittle.

Jungwon’s breath caught in his throat, not from fear, but from instinct. His spider-sense exploded like a siren in his skull. It was happening. He turned to his friends, Jake, Niki, and (Y/n), urgency in his eyes. “Go,” he said, firm and sharp, already turning to run. “You know the plan!”

He was gone before they could even answer, weaving through students who were either frozen in place or running in panic. He pulled his coat tighter as he rounded a corner, sprinting toward the hidden space they had designated for quick changes.

Behind him, Jake, Niki, and (Y/n) bolted into the hallway, heading straight for their lockers where thick winter coats were stashed in preparation. The lights remained off, no emergency power, no flickers, just total darkness broken only by the blueish glow of ice climbing the walls.

Jake was the first to speak, zipping up his coat with trembling hands. “This is it, isn’t it?” he asked, voice tight with adrenaline and fear. Niki’s eyes were cold but focused. “Yeah,” he said, watching as snow began to fall indoors through a crack in the ceiling. “He’s here.” (Y/n) didn’t say anything.

She stood at her locker with the coat half-zipped, her eyes locked on the door Jungwon had vanished through. Her heart was pounding so hard it echoed in her ears. It wasn’t just cold, it was suffocating. This wasn’t like before. It wasn’t a warning. It wasn’t chaos. It was war. Stormchill had made his move.

Outside the school, the city was falling apart. The temperature had dropped dangerously low in minutes. Cars skidded to a halt and were sealed to the ground by thick layers of fast-forming ice. Trees cracked and shattered. Entire buildings were frozen over as if the city had been placed in a snow globe and shaken violently.

And at the center of it all, somewhere in that storm, was Jungwon, her Jungwon, dressed in a new suit built with every ounce of hope they had left. “Please,” (Y/n) whispered, more to herself than anyone else, her voice shaking with both cold and dread, “please let it be enough.” Because if this suit didn’t work, if this time didn’t end differently, then the city wasn’t the only thing that would be lost.

From the icy sidelines, Jake, Niki, and (Y/n) stood frozen, not just from the biting cold, but from the weight of helplessness crushing down on them. Watching Jungwon barely move after that last blast was torture. Every instinct in them screamed to run forward, to help, to do something, anything, to stop what looked like the end.

They glanced at each other. They were just kids. No powers. No weapons. Just shivering bodies and pounding hearts. But that didn’t matter anymore. “We can’t let him die,” Jake said, voice shaking. “I’m not watching our best friend die like this.” “I’ll take a lightning bolt to the face if I have to,” Niki added, crouching down, hands scrambling over the frozen ground for anything they could use.

(Y/n) didn’t speak, she just nodded, her eyes fixed on Jungwon’s limp form. Then, she moved. They all did. Desperately, they grabbed whatever they could find, a loose chunk of frozen brick, a snapped-off metal pipe, an old traffic cone nearly encased in ice. Their hands burned from the cold, but they didn’t stop. With a sharp cry, they hurled everything they had at the monster at the center of it all.

Stormchill turned just in time to deflect a chunk of brick with his forearm, glaring toward the source of the attack. “What is this?” A metal pipe struck his shoulder, cracking against his armor and making him stagger. Not much. Barely a distraction. But enough. Because as he turned toward the new threat, Jungwon’s fingers twitched. Then came another impact. Then another.

More civilians, emboldened by the sight of the teens throwing anything they could find, began emerging from the icy shadows. A woman flung a snow-covered trash bin. A man hurled a tire. Even a child tossed a rock. They were all cold, all afraid, but not powerless. Not anymore.

Stormchill roared in anger, blasting out an arc of electricity that struck two lampposts, sending sparks scattering through the blizzard. Several people were knocked back, screams cutting through the storm.

(Y/n) cried out, running to help someone who had fallen, but even then, she never took her eyes off Jungwon. Because that’s when it happened. He moved. Slowly at first. A wince. A cough. Then he stood. Wobbling, battered, the glowing accents of his new suit flickering in the cold, but standing. The noise around him dulled, the wind faded to a distant howl, as Jungwon felt it, like a fire in his chest.

Hope. He could feel them. The city. The people. His friends. They weren’t just watching anymore. They were fighting. For him. And suddenly, the weight of guilt, of fear, of doubt, it didn’t disappear, but it shifted. Became something else. Something he could carry.

His voice was hoarse, but strong. “I won’t let you hurt them.” Stormchill whipped around, lightning curling from his fingers, eyes narrowing behind his mask. “You should’ve stayed down,” he hissed.

Jungwon’s stance tightened. He shook out his arms, web-shooters ready. The heating core in the new suit warmed his bones just enough to fight the numbness spreading through him. His eyes locked with Stormchill’s mask, and behind it, Sunghoon. He didn’t want to fight him. Didn’t want to break (Y/n)’s heart. But he would. Because this wasn’t about him anymore. This was about everyone.

The battle was shifting. Every rock thrown, every shout from the crowd, it added fuel to the fire in Spider-Man’s chest. His movements were sharper now, more focused. The new suit held strong under pressure, its insulated layers shielding him from the cold and dampening Stormchill’s electricity just enough to keep him moving. Each web shot landed with precision, each dodge cut closer. Stormchill was faltering.

Jungwon’s muscles burned, lungs ached, but he pushed on. This time was different. He could feel it. The weight of the city wasn’t crushing him, it was lifting him. Behind him, he could hear people cheering. He caught a glimpse of (Y/n) in the crowd, her eyes wide with hope, her lips trembling but curved into the smallest smile. He could win this. 

Then Stormchill looked away. His gaze locked onto something in the crowd. A flicker of confusion passed through the villain’s icy features. He paused. Tilted his head. He saw them. Jake, throwing a piece of broken metal. Niki, guiding people out of the crossfire. (Y/n), bandaging someone’s hand, calling orders. Too familiar. Too obvious. And Jungwon wasn’t with them.

Stormchill’s laugh was hollow. Slow. A shiver passed through the street, and not from the cold. He turned back to the boy in the dark red and blue suit. Spider-Man raised his fist to strike, one final hit. He hoped at least.  But Stormchill didn’t move. Instead, he stared straight into his masked face and spoke with eerie calm. “Tell me, Jungwon, Do you really think a mere kid can stop a storm like mine?”

Jungwon froze mid-swing. His heart stuttered. His breath hitched. His name. He said his name. No. No, how? His mind raced. Had (Y/n) betrayed him? No. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. But if she hadn’t, then how? He hesitated. And that was all it took. A crack of thunder split the air.

Stormchill thrust out his arm and fired a bolt of lightning more powerful than anything Jungwon had ever felt. It slammed into his chest like a wrecking ball, sending searing heat and energy through the suit. Systems sparked. Pain exploded across his body. He screamed. Then the world flipped sideways. His body hit the pavement hard, skidding across ice and snow, crashing into a parked car. And everything went still.

Stormchill raised his hand again, the crackle of electricity surging through his fingertips, ice creeping along the ground in jagged veins as the air thickened with static. He took a slow step forward, the storm building behind him, a monstrous force ready to be unleashed. This was it. One final strike to wipe the spider off the map.

(Y/n) saw it. She saw the glow in Stormchill’s hand, saw the sparks dancing across his palm, saw Jungwon’s body lying crumpled in the snow. Not moving. Not even groaning. Her heart stopped.

“No! no no no,” she whispered, stumbling forward before she even realized her feet were moving. She broke from the crowd, Jake’s voice yelling her name somewhere behind her, but she didn’t hear it. She couldn’t. She only saw him. Jungwon. Her Jungwon.

His mask was slightly ripped, chest rising and falling shallowly. She dropped to her knees in the snow, her arms wrapping around him, shielding him with her body, her warmth. Her tears dropped onto his suit, freezing as soon as they touched the fabric.

“Please,” she whispered into his ear. “Please, you can’t leave me.” Stormchill froze. Just a few steps away, his lightning fizzled mid-air. He stared at the girl holding the hero. His storm calmed for just a moment, still fierce, still dangerous, but, quiet. Then his voice rang out, cold and sharp. “Move.”

(Y/n) looked up at him. Her arms only tightened around Jungwon’s body. “No.” He clenched his fist. “I said move, now.” “No!” she shouted this time, her voice cracking, her body trembling. “You’ll have to go through me.”

And then, he said it. Her name. No, not her name. A name only one person in the world used for her. A soft, childish nickname born from laughter and late-night stories and sibling secrets. “Yinnie.” She flinched. Her eyes went wide. No. It couldn’t be. Couldn’t.

She stared up at the masked villain. At the cold, electric fury behind that armor. She stared harder at the stance, thinking of the voice. No, no. “Sunghoon?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. And the storm stilled. For just one breath.

Jungwon’s eyes cracked open to a world of chaos and cold. The air was thick with frost, every breath slicing through his lungs like shards of glass. His body screamed in protest as he forced himself upright, vision still blurry, until it wasn’t.

He saw her. (Y/n). She was on her knees beside him, her arms wrapped around his limp body, her head bowed as she cried, not from fear, but heartbreak. And then she looked up. The figure before them, half-hidden in a storm of his own making, stilled. Slowly, with a deliberate calm that felt more dangerous than any lightning or ice, he reached up and pulled the cracked, half-broken mask from his face.

And there he was. Sunghoon. Her brother. No longer the warm, overprotective sibling she’d known, but the villain who’d nearly killed her boyfriend, who had frozen a city to its bones, who had turned himself into a storm. “No…” she whispered, stumbling backward, voice thin, breaking. “No, it can’t be you…” Sunghoon didn’t flinch. He didn’t deny it.

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” he said. His voice was steady, but there was something fractured beneath it, something brittle, like ice under too much weight. “You weren’t supposed to know. You weren’t supposed to see.” “See what?” she shouted, tears mixing with the frost that clung to her lashes. “The monster you’ve become?”

His jaw tightened. “You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand! Why are you doing this?!” “I’m fixing the world,” he said, stepping closer, his presence making the air colder still. “I’m saving it from people who keep letting it fall apart. No one listens. No one changes. I have the power to do what no one else can.”

“At what cost?” Her voice cracked. “You nearly killed people. You’re hurting innocent people. You froze a city, Sunghoon!” He sighed. Then, as if realizing that he couldn’t reason with her, not like this, he raised a hand. The air around (Y/n) shifted, grew heavy. And before she could move, a wall of jagged, glassy ice erupted around her, forming a dome, clear but unbreakable. She screamed as she was lifted off the ground, shoved to the side, imprisoned like a fragile memory he couldn’t bear to lose.

“No, no! Don’t do this!” she cried, pounding her fists on the walls. “Let me out!” “You’ll be safe in there,” he said, looking away from her. “I can’t let you get hurt.” “I’m already hurt, Sunghoon! You’re hurting me!” Inside the cage, her voice echoed and cracked, and every hit she landed on the ice seemed to hit Sunghoon too. He winced, but didn’t undo it.

Jungwon, still groggy, watched all of it unfold. And slowly, with every painful breath, with every trembling limb, he pushed himself off the frozen ground. His eyes didn’t leave hers, not once. She turned to him as he stood. She didn’t speak, but he could see everything in her eyes: grief, fear, hope, desperation. He couldn’t let her down. He wouldn’t. Sunghoon turned back to Jungwon, his fists crackling with electricity again. “You should’ve stayed down,” he said. Jungwon wiped a line of blood from the corner of his mouth. “You don’t get to decide that.”

They collided again, lightning and webbing, ice and fists. The city around them trembled as the storm intensified. But this time, something was different. Jungwon didn’t fight with anger or vengeance. He fought with heart. For her. For the people still huddled in the cold, waiting. For the friends who believed in him. “You think you’re saving the world,” Jungwon shouted as he dodged a blast of lightning, “but you’re just breaking it more!” Sunghoon snarled, ice spearing out from the ground beneath Jungwon’s feet. Jungwon flipped high into the air, landing with precision and lashing a web across the villain’s chest.

���She’s crying because of you,” he continued, striking hard, “because the most important family she has became the very thing she’s afraid of!” Another blow. Sunghoon staggered. “You locked her in a cage, and called it love.” Sunghoon faltered. The ice crawling up his arms stuttered. The storm around them flickered. Jungwon narrowed his eyes, his voice lowering. “She looked up to you. She believed in you. And you broke her.”

A crack in the mask that wasn’t on his face. Sunghoon stumbled back, gaze flicking toward the icy cage where his sister had gone quiet, crouched in the middle, hands pressed to the walls, tears streaming down her cheeks. For a moment, just a moment, Jungwon saw him hesitate. His powers dimmed. The frost slowed. It was working.

Blow after blow, Jungwon fought for the people shivering in their homes, for the friends who stood beside him with nothing but hope in their hands, and most of all, for her. Every strike Jungwon landed echoed with the weight of her tears. And Sunghoon, Sunghoon wasn’t fighting back the same anymore. His mind was somewhere else.

Through the haze of pain and frost, his gaze wandered, toward the cage of ice he’d built out of desperation, out of fear. And through the transparent walls, he saw her: (Y/n), curled in on herself, tears glistening like diamonds on her cheeks, breath fogging up the space in front of her. Her lips trembled as she silently mouthed his name again. Not Stormchill. Sunghoon.

He staggered. For a moment, he didn’t see the battlefield. He didn’t feel the cold wind biting at his skin or the weight of the city on his shoulders. He saw a memory. A little girl no more than five years old, in footie pajamas, hair mussed from sleep, eyes wide with the aftermath of a nightmare. She clutched a stuffed bunny and stood in the doorway of his room.

“Can I sleep here? The thunder’s too loud.” And he had smiled. A real smile. “Always.” She’d crawled into bed beside him and tucked herself under his arm like a puzzle piece. He was her safe place. Her shield. Her brother. Now, he was her fear. Her cage. The monster.

That realization split something in him, deeper than any punch could land. His fingers twitched. The frost trailing his arms began to grow erratic. The storm above flickered wildly, as if uncertain. A tremor ran through the ice under his feet. Jungwon paused, panting, watching carefully. Something was happening.

The air shifted. The winds fell still. The city seemed to take a collective breath. And then, the ice began to move. Not outward. Not toward the streets or the people or Jungwon. It moved inward, toward Sunghoon. “No” he breathed, eyes wide as he stumbled back. A thin sheet of frost crept up his boots. He tried to summon a burst of electricity to stop it, to force it back, but nothing came. His hands sparked weakly, then fizzled.

The cold was no longer his to command. It was reclaiming him. The snow on the ground lifted gently, drawn toward him in shimmering tendrils. The jagged spears of ice embedded in buildings and cars cracked and broke free, sliding slowly across the ground like iron filings pulled by a magnet, all converging on him.

Sunghoon fell to his knees. “No” he whispered, breath fogging thick as smoke. “Not like this,” But it was too late. The ice climbed him like vines, wrapping around his arms, curling over his shoulders, spreading across his back. He turned his face one last time toward (Y/n), whose sobs had quieted to a stunned silence, her hand still pressed to the wall of her cage.

And in that last moment, her eyes locked with his. He wanted to speak. To say I’m sorry, or I love you, or Please remember who I was, but the words never came. Instead, all she heard was the soft crackle of ice forming over skin. His expression, open, vulnerable, broken, froze in place as the final layer of crystalline frost sealed over him, encasing him fully. Stormchill, Sunghoon, became still.

A statue of ice. One that wouldn’t melt. Not under any sun. Not under any storm. The ice cage around (Y/n) cracked and fell away, disappearing like dust. Jungwon caught her just before she fell forward. She didn’t cry again, not yet. She just stared at the shape of her brother, frozen mid-kneel, hands half-open, face locked in quiet agony. The storm had ended. But the damage it left behind was just beginning.

(Y/n) sat in Jungwon’s arms like a ghost of herself, her breathing shallow and ragged. The bitter cold still lingered in the air, but it was nothing compared to the frost that had settled over her heart.

Jake and Niki ran toward them, their footsteps crunching softly against the snow. Niki skidded to a stop beside them, eyes wide and stunned. Jake crouched on the other side, hesitating for only a second before placing a steadying hand on (Y/n)’s back, though he didn’t say a word, no one did.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t sob. They spilled quietly, endlessly, like a river she couldn’t turn off. Her eyes never left him. Sunghoon. Frozen mid-motion, his expression still gentle, almost human, as if the monster had melted away in that final second, leaving only her brother behind.

Her brother. The one who used to braid her hair with more focus than he gave to his homework. The one who sang to her when she was sick, voice off-key and cracking but always full of heart. The one who painted her nails every Friday night just because she liked having someone to do it with.

Gone. He was right there and gone all at once. A statue. A warning. A memory. (Y/n)’s voice broke in a whisper, her body trembling. “He used to wake me up early just to see the sunrise, said it reminded him of me.” No one responded. How could they? She drew her knees tighter to her chest, curling further into Jungwon’s arms. “He wasn’t this. Not always. He wasn’t a villain,”

Her voice cracked around the word like it physically hurt to say. Jungwon pulled her closer, resting his chin gently atop her head, his own eyes damp. He knew she needed this silence, the space to mourn, to remember, to shatter and maybe someday begin to rebuild. But not today. Today she could be broken. Today, the world could wait.

Behind them, the city began to stir, civilians carefully emerging from buildings, the winds calm now, the snow already softening. Emergency sirens echoed faintly in the distance, but here, in this small frozen corner of a street, time stood still. None of them looked away from the ice statue.

Jake finally broke the silence, his voice hoarse. “We should get out of here soon. The authorities-” “No,” (Y/n) said quietly, cutting him off without malice. Her eyes locked once more on her brother. “I’m not leaving him. Not yet.” Jungwon’s grip on her tightened just slightly.

They stayed like that a little longer, a boy holding a girl whose world had cracked in two, two friends keeping watch over the shattered remains of something they couldn’t fully understand, over the fallen storm they had survived. The villain was gone. But so was far more than just that. 

~~~ 

The day of the battle, after everything had calmed down, Jungwon had gently convinced her to leave. They slipped away right before the authorities arrived, before the flashing lights and questions and headlines could swallow them whole. The city might have been saved, but she was still lost.

The police contacted her parents, and the truth shattered their world too, their son, their pride, the boy they’d raised, had become the very thing they never saw coming. Their grief mirrored (Y/n)’s, but she couldn’t face it, couldn’t go home and look at the photos of him smiling in picture frames, couldn’t sit at the dinner table where he used to make them laugh. So she stayed at Jungwon’s.

Seven days passed in a blur of silence and quiet meals. She rarely spoke. She didn’t cry anymore, her tears had run dry. She simply sat, or lay curled in a blanket, lost in the echo of memories she couldn’t push away. And through it all, Jungwon never left her side. He made tea she didn’t drink. He held her through the nightmares. He kissed her temple in the mornings and told her he was proud of her for waking up. He tried, oh, how he tried, even when it hurt him too.

And then, on the seventh day, she finally spoke. It was just after sunset, the sky painted in soft streaks of orange and lavender. They sat on the porch wrapped in one of his old blankets, the air still cold but not biting anymore. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice hoarse from disuse. Jungwon turned to her, heart aching. “For what?” “For saving the city,” she said. “For stopping him.”

He didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry,” he whispered after a moment, eyes cast downward. “I’m sorry I had to hurt him. That I hurt you.” But she shook her head slowly. “You don’t need to apologize. Even if it hurts, even if it always will, he had to be stopped. Someone had to do it.” She drew in a breath, shaky but steady. “And maybe this, maybe this was the better ending. Bitter, yes. But peaceful. For all of us. Maybe, maybe even for him.”

Jungwon didn’t respond with words. He simply pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair as he held her tighter. They sat there as the sky dimmed, wrapped in warmth and grief, in the quiet understanding that the world they once knew would never be the same, but that they would move forward, step by step, heart by heart. And as the first stars began to peek through the sky, Jungwon kissed her forehead gently, silently vowing to help her carry the weight of what had been lost. Together.

~~~ 

It was a month after Stormchill had been stopped when (Y/n) and her family finally got some answers.

The authorities had gone through everything, his storage units, his old journals, and finally, his private office at Zeus Corp. That’s where they found it. A locked drawer tucked beneath layers of fake documents, old prototypes, and broken tech. Inside was a black folder, neatly sealed. And within it were three envelopes, one addressed to their mother, one to their father, and one to (Y/n), written in her brother’s careful, familiar handwriting.

The letters didn’t erase the grief, but they gave the family something they had desperately needed: closure. A glimpse into the man he used to be, and the choices that led him down the path he took.

Later that evening, (Y/n) sat in Jungwon’s room, the folded paper trembling slightly in her hands. Jake and Niki were there too, all of them pausing their usual late-night research and hero strategy sessions. It had been quiet for a while, they still worked to keep Spider-Man in the city’s good graces, but without any big threats, the world had taken a breath. And now, so had she.

“I want you to hear it,” she said softly, breaking the silence. “You were there through all of it. You deserve to know, too.” She unfolded the letter and began to read:

“Dear (Y/n),

If you’re reading this, it means I didn’t come back. And I’m sorry, for everything. I don’t know what you saw, what I did, or how far I went, but please believe that I never meant for it to end this way.”

“I never told anyone, not even you, but a year ago, there was an accident at Zeus Corp. A storm containment prototype malfunctioned during a private trial I was running. It was supposed to harness atmospheric energy, a limitless source of clean power. But it wasn’t stable. I got caught in the core during the overload. The energy surged through my body. At first, I thought I’d die.”

“But I didn’t. Instead… I changed.”

“I could feel the air shifting around me. I could draw cold from nothing, summon electricity with a thought. At first, it was terrifying. Then, it felt like a gift. Like power I was meant to use.”

“I started small. I helped stop minor crimes. You remember the night the museum thief was found frozen? That was me. But the more I used it, the more it used me. The cold got inside, (Y/n). Not just in my veins, but in my head. It numbed me. The world started to feel, wrong. Corrupt. I thought maybe I could fix it, freeze it, rebuild it clean.”

“But that’s not how heroes think, is it? I told myself I was doing good, but deep down, I knew I was lying. I was angry. I felt like no one listened, not the board at Zeus, not the people in charge. So I decided to force them to listen.”

“I became what I thought the world needed. And in doing that, I lost who I was.”

“You were the last thing that kept me warm. The last piece of me that still felt like Sunghoon. I hope, if nothing else,  you remember me as I was before. Not the storm. Just your brother.”

Love,

Sunghoon.”

The room was still. Jake swallowed hard, brushing at his eyes. Niki didn’t say anything, just stared at the floor, fists clenched. And Jungwon, he moved closer, pulling (Y/n) gently into his arms. “He was trying to do the right thing,” she whispered. “He just, got lost.”

“Yeah,” Jungwon murmured, his voice soft. “But you didn’t. You helped stop him, (Y/n). You brought him back, even if it was just for a moment.” They stayed like that for a while, four kids in a quiet room, holding onto each other, still bearing the weight of a city, of a fallen brother, of everything they’d lost.

But they also held onto something else: Hope. Hope that maybe, in sharing the truth, they could help others too. And maybe that’s what Sunghoon had wanted all along.

[mirisss]

Hot & Nerdy

Murata Fuma x female reader

Wordcount ≈ 3.1k 

Warnings: It’s a little suggestive at the end, some insecurities from Fuma’s side but nothing much, I think that’s it

Summary: Murata Fuma is hot, and he knows it, everyone knows it, especially his newfound girlfriend, (Y/n), one thing no one but the absolut closest people to him know though, is just how much of a nerd he is, what will his girlfriend think when she finds out just how much he likes Pokémon? 

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Third Person POV

Murata Fuma is hot, and he knows it. Everyone knows it. It’s not arrogance, it’s just a simple fact, backed by the kind of confidence that comes from years of being effortlessly cool. With his tall frame, broad shoulders, and the kind of jawline that could have been sculpted by the gods themselves, he had no shortage of admirers. But right now? Right now, he was a bundle of nerves.

Because Murata Fuma, the hot guy everyone fawns over, is hiding a secret. He’s a huge nerd. And not just any kind of nerd. A Pokémon nerd.

Not the casual, “Oh yeah, Pikachu is cute” kind. No, Fuma was full-on, encyclopedic-knowledge, merchandise-collecting, shiny-hunting, emotionally-attached-to-his-favorite-team kind of nerd.

And no one outside of his inner circle really knew the extent of it. Most people just saw the charm, the looks, the muscles, the dancer. Not the guy who still kept his Game Boy Advance SP charged for nostalgia or who got teary-eyed when he rewatched the episode where Ash lets Butterfree go.

The only one who might find out now… was her. (Y/n).

They’d been officially dating for a month now, it was intense, fun, and sweet. Everything felt new and exciting. She was funny, smart, confident, and she made him feel like he could breathe. He’d been to her place a few times already, her aesthetic was clean but warm, a few bookshelves stacked with novels, plants thriving on windowsills, a throw blanket that always smelled faintly like lavender, like her. He liked it there.

But he hadn’t invited her to his place yet. Until now, when she was coming over for the first time.

~~~

Fuma sat at the edge of his bed, glancing around his room like it was enemy territory. There was a big plush Lucario on his dresser. Framed limited-edition artwork of legendary Pokémon lined one of the walls. His Nintendo Switch dock was flanked by tiny figurines, Eevee, Gengar, Charizard, and a few others. His closet? Well, there were Pokémon shirts. Several. Some still in their packaging. Of course, he had his ‘normal’ shirts as well, the ones he wore outside of his own home. 

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair, “this is fine. You’re fine. She likes you. Right?”

As if on cue, his phone buzzed.

(Y/n):

“I’m heading over in about an hour 🫶 Should I bring snacks or anything?”

He smiled a little. She was always thoughtful like that. But the knot in his stomach tightened.

Fuma:

“Nah, I got it covered! Can’t wait to see you 😊”

After hitting send, he flopped backwards onto his bed, hands covering his face. “What if she hates it?” he mumbled. “What if she walks in and just turns around and leaves? What if she thinks I’m a man-child?”

A knock on his door made him jump. He sat up quickly as his neighbour and friend since many years back, Kei, poked his head in.  “You good, man?” Kei raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been pacing like you’re about to go into battle.” Kei had heard it all the way into his own apartment. 

“I am going into battle,” Fuma replied solemnly. Kei stepped inside and looked around. “Against what? Team Rocket?” Fuma shot him a look. “Against my girlfriend potentially discovering that her cool boyfriend is secretly a dork.” Kei snorted. “Hey, it’s not a secret to me. And honestly, that’s what makes you cool. You’re passionate about something. That’s attractive.” “Not to everyone,” Fuma answered. 

“Have you met (Y/n)?” Kei folded his arms, sitting down beside Fuma on the bed. “She seems pretty chill. I don’t think she’s the ‘ew, Pokémon’ type.” “But I’ve downplayed it! Like, I told her I ‘grew up with it’, not that I still play, or that I spent a ridiculous amount of money on that life-size sleeping Snorlax.” “Yeah, that thing’s absurd, by the way. Comfortable, though.”

Fuma groaned and buried his face in a pillow. “I’m not ready.” “You don’t have to hide this part of you, man. If she likes you, and she clearly does, she’ll like this, too. Or at the very least, she’ll think it’s cute.” Fuma peeked up at him. “Cute?” “Hot nerdy guys are a thing now. Embrace it.”

He sighed, but it was a little less heavy this time. “You think so?” “I know so. Worst case scenario? She teases you about it for like, a week. Best case? She asks to play with you.” Fuma gave a small, nervous smile. “I guess…” Kei clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Just be yourself. The rest will sort itself out.”

As Kei left the room, Fuma stood slowly and glanced around once more. Maybe he didn’t need to hide everything. Maybe he could let her see the real him, nerdy, awkward moments and all. 

He picked up his Lucario plush and set it gently on the bed. “She’s gonna be cool with this, right?” The plush stared back silently. Fuma checked the time. Thirty minutes until she arrived.

~~~

Fuma paced around his apartment like a man awaiting judgment. He checked the clock again, six minutes had passed since the last time. He sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. “To hell with it,” he muttered and turned toward the kitchen. Distraction. That was the goal now.

He opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of chilled drinks, one peach soda, one lemon sparkling water, remembering that (Y/n) said she liked both but never could decide between them. He placed them carefully on the counter and grabbed bowls for snacks. Chips, some chocolate-covered almonds, and those little gummy candies she loved. 

Totally casual. Super chill. The very picture of a man not internally spiraling. As he turned to grab some glasses, a knock at the door made him flinch. His heart jumped into his throat.

The glass in his hand nearly slipped from his grasp and he barely caught it against the counter. “Holy, okay, okay, it’s fine,” he whispered, placing it down with both hands like it was a sacred relic. He wiped his slightly sweaty palms on his jeans and stared at the door.

This was it.

He took a deep breath, then another. “You’ve got this,” he told himself under his breath. “Just be cool. Be normal. Do not start talking about Pokémon evolutions five minutes in.” As he made his way to the door, a quiet thought popped into his head, and for once, it was a relief.

At least he’d kept his Pokémon shrine of sorts confined to his bedroom. The living room looked like a regular guy lived there. Minimalist decor. A few band posters. A record player he barely used but liked to keep out for aesthetics. Nothing that screamed nerd alert.

One more breath. He opened the door. And there she was. (Y/n), with that easy smile he liked way too much, standing in one of his hoodies and a pair of jeans, a small bag slung over one shoulder and her hair a little wind-tousled. She looked like home. He felt his nerves loosen slightly at just the sight of her.

“Hey,” she greeted, her voice warm. “Hey,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped aside to let her in. “Come on in.” She walked past him with a little grin. “You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon.” “I’m fine,” he said quickly, then winced. “Okay, not fine. Nervous. But not like bad nervous. Just, you know, first-time-you’re-here kind of nervous.”

(Y/n) gave him a curious look as she set her bag down. “You’re nervous about me seeing your place?” “Yeah. Kinda.” She tilted her head. “Why? It’s nice. Smells good. You have snacks.” “I do,” he said, gesturing toward the kitchen with mock drama. “Behold, the effort of a man trying very hard to impress his girlfriend.”

(Y/n) laughed and stepped over to the counter, peeking at the drinks and snacks. “Well, you succeeded. These are my favorites.” “I remember.” He tried to play it cool, leaning on the counter casually, but there was a clear flicker of pride in his voice. She glanced around, taking in the room. “You know, I expected your place to be messier.” “Wow. Rude.”

“I mean it in a nice way,” she said with a teasing smile. “Like a little chaos to match your energy.” “Excuse you, I’m extremely composed.” She snorted.

They stood there for a moment in the soft lighting of the apartment, the music from his playlist humming gently in the background. Fuma watched her closely as she took it all in. She hadn’t seen the bedroom yet. That was where the real test would be. But for now, she was smiling. Comfortable. And he could breathe. Maybe this wouldn’t be as terrifying as he thought.

The couple sat comfortably on the couch, snacks and drinks spread across the coffee table like a casual little feast. A movie played softly in the background, mostly forgotten as (Y/n) leaned into Fuma’s side, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. Her voice was animated as she told him about a customer from the day before, some irate man who had stormed into the store demanding a refund for something they didn’t even sell.

“I swear, he looked like he was two seconds away from flipping a display table,” she said with an exasperated laugh. “All because another store messed up his order. Like, what was I supposed to do? Teleport him to the correct branch with the power of retail rage?”

Fuma chuckled, eyes warm as he looked down at her. “You didn’t? Wow. I thought you were the best employee there.” “I am,” she shot back with a playful smirk. “But even I have limits.”

His arm rested snugly around her waist, his fingers toying absentmindedly with the hem of the hoodie she wore, his hoodie, though she’d claimed it so casually he hadn’t bothered to ask for it back. Not that he minded. She looked good in it. Too good, if he was honest.

For a while, he felt completely relaxed. Her laugh, her warmth against him, the softness of the moment, he didn’t think about his bedroom, or the Lucario plush, or the looming possibility of her discovering that he was, in fact, a massive nerd.

Until she shifted slightly, stretching her legs before sitting up a bit straighter. “Hey,” she said, brushing a crumb from her lap. “Mind if I change into my comfier pants? These jeans are plotting my demise.” Fuma blinked. “Oh, uh, yeah. Totally. You can use the bathroom.” “Cool. Where is it?”

And just like that, the bubble popped. His heart skipped a beat. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway. Right past his bedroom. Which currently had the door wide open and full view of a world he hadn’t yet revealed.

“Oh,” he said, trying to sound normal. “It’s, uh, down the hall. First door on the left.” (Y/n) started to get up, stretching again as she grabbed her bag. “Awesome, thanks.” Fuma stood too, a little too quickly. “I’ll walk you over, just in case you get lost in the hallway of mystery,” he joked weakly. She arched an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Wow. That long, treacherous ten-foot walk? Thank god I have a guide.” He laughed, nervous, but he hoped she didn’t notice. “Hey, you never know. Could be traps.”

She rolled her eyes fondly, waiting as he stepped ahead to lead her down the hall. But as he took the first step, Fuma’s mind raced. Was the plush on the bed or the chair? Did he leave his binder of Pokémon cards open on the desk? Did he put away that Poké Ball replica or was it still sitting on his nightstand like some kind of nerdy trophy? As they neared the hallway, he subtly glanced toward the bedroom door. Still open. And she was walking right behind him. His stomach twisted again. “Traps,” he muttered under his breath. “Yeah. Starting with this one.”

Each second stretched like taffy as they reached the open doorway.

Fuma’s breath hitched slightly. His bedroom door stood wide open, betraying him. The Pokémon posters, the plushies, the neatly arranged figurines on the shelves, they were all right there, glowing under the soft ambient lighting like they were proud to be seen.

And then, she looked.

(Y/n) paused at the door, peeking inside. Her eyes flicked over the room quietly. Fuma’s pulse thudded in his ears as he watched her expression closely, searching for a sign, laughter, shock, horror, anything. But she didn’t say a word.

Instead, she tilted her head slightly and asked, “Can I go in?” Fuma blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… yeah. Yeah, of course.” She stepped inside, and he stayed behind in the hallway for a moment, frozen. Why wasn’t she teasing him? Or backing out slowly with a polite “I just remembered I left the oven on”?

(Y/n) walked calmly around the room, her fingers brushing lightly over the edge of a shelf. She picked up a small Pikachu figure, studied it with quiet curiosity, then set it back down gently. Her gaze wandered across his framed art, the plush collection stacked neatly in one corner, his Switch and special edition controller, and the binder on his desk, before moving on like it was all just interesting.

Fuma still hadn’t moved. He hovered near the door like some kind of awkward hallway ghost. She finally turned, walked over to the bed, and sat down casually, as if she’d done it a hundred times before. With a small, amused smile, she reached for the Lucario plush and picked it up, hugging it gently to her chest.

That did something to him, seeing her like that, perfectly at ease in a space he’d built but always felt a little too embarrassed to share. She looked up and gestured. “Come sit.” He hesitated for half a second before stepping forward and joining her at the edge of the bed, his hands clasped between his knees, shoulders just a bit too tense.

Then, her voice came, light and teasing.  “So, you just grew up with Pokémon, huh?” Fuma groaned softly, covering his face with one hand. “Okay, okay, I might’ve undersold it a little.” “A little?” she laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. “I didn’t want you to think I was, like, I don’t know. A man-child or something.”

She gave him a look. “Fuma. You dance in glitter and so many different things on national television, I already know you’re extra.” He barked out a nervous laugh. “That’s different! Glitter is cool.” “So can Poké Balls be,”

He looked at her, surprised. She was lying back now, arms stretched above her, holding the Lucario plush as high as she could without dropping it. The soft light from the hallway pooled around her, catching the edges of her smile.

“This is cute,” she said simply. “All of it.” His brows knit together. “You’re not… weirded out?” She turned her head to look at him, still holding the plush above her like a floating guardian.

“Fuma, honey, I love hot nerdy guys. You think this makes me like you less? If anything, it makes you even more adorable, you’re muscles are nice, sure, but this, the cute adorable side or you, that’s the best part,” 

Fuma didn’t respond at first. He just stared at her, stunned into silence. “You’re serious?” She dropped the plush onto her chest and propped herself up on her elbows. “Dead serious.” The wave of relief that hit him was so strong it nearly knocked him off the bed. He let out a breathy laugh, hands running through his hair again.

“You have no idea how much I stressed over this.” “Yeah,” she teased. “I noticed. You walked me to the bathroom like I was headed into a dungeon.” He flopped backward onto the bed beside her, staring up at the ceiling. “I kinda felt like I was.” (Y/n) turned her head, grinning at him as she reached out and poked his side. “Well, good news. You survived.”

He smiled back at her, the tension finally melting from his shoulders, and reached over to gently take the Lucario plush from her chest, moving it away from the two of them before he leaned over, putting his arms around her, pulling her along with him until she ended up on top of him. 

(Y/n) laughed as she stared down at him, her hands propped beside his head to keep herself up. His hands rested on her hips, her knees on either side of his torso. “Well, hello there, my confident, Fuma, welcome back,” She joked, his face still a little red from the embarrassment; however, he composed himself, pulling her back a little until she was sitting up, and he held her tightly as he sat up as well. Her arms now rested around his neck, their faces close. 

“What can I say, you bring out the best in me,” (Y/n) chuckled before leaning in and kissing him, Fuma quickly reciprocated the kiss, his hands holding her waist just a little harder. As their kissing continued, Fuma’s hands soon ended up moving under her hoodie, resting on the skin of her waist. Her hands migrated to his hair, gently raking through it. 

And so it continued for quite some while, non-stop kissing, until the two were out of breath. “If I knew, showing you my nerdy side would lead to this, I would have done it weeks ago,” Fuma joked. “I meant what I said, I love hot and nerdy guys, and that, my darling, describes you more than anyone,” (Y/n) poked his nose at the end of her sentence, causing Fuma to scrunch his nose before laughing heartily, hugging (Y/n) tightly before releasing her and helping her get off his lap. “Okay, I’ll show you the bathroom now so that you can actually change pants and we can get back to our movie date,” Fuma said, scratching his neck a little in slight embarrassment. “Sounds like a plan, oh, and-” Fuma looked at (Y/n) with a questioning face, “-I claim the plushie for tonight,” She gave him a teasing smile. 

“Fine, as long as I get to claim you,” Fuma joked back, once more his confident usual self, (Y/n) gasped and jokingly hit his chest before turning and walking back out into the hallway, Fuma followed behind, much calmer now that he knew, his girlfriend still loved him, despite his pokemon obsession.

[mirisss]

Sweet Spot

Asakura Jo x female reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.6k

Warnings: None I think, 

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The gym buzzed with the usual sounds of sneakers squeaking and basketballs thudding against the hardwood, but today, there was an extra crackle in the air, curiosity one might call it. Asakura Jo, the team’s quiet superstar, had just walked in. But this time, something was different. “Yo, is that lipstick on his cheek?” Taki whispered, elbowing Fuma. “And is that, perfume?” Maki leaned in, sniffing dramatically. “No way.”

Jo, oblivious or possibly just choosing not to acknowledge the staring, quietly made his way to the bench and started unlacing his duffle bag. He looked the same as always, tall, composed, hair slightly tousled, except for the unmistakable pink smudge on his left cheek and the soft, floral scent that trailed behind him like a whisper.

Yuma was the first to break the silence. “Okay, Jo. Spill. What happened?” K grinned. “We’re not starting practice until you tell us who she is.” Nicholas grabbed the basketball and bounced it toward Jo, who caught it reflexively. “Come on, man, you’ve got the whole gym talking.” Harua clapped his hands loudly. “Circle up, boys. We need answers, and we’re not going anywhere till we get ‘em.”

With amused groans and chuckles, the team dropped their bags and started sitting cross-legged in a loose circle at center court. EJ was the last to join, plopping down and giving Jo a look of mock-seriousness. “All right, Jo,” he said, pointing to the now-faint lipstick mark. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

Jo sighed softly, cheeks tinged a deeper shade of pink than the mark itself. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as eight pairs of eyes waited, gleaming with anticipation. The court fell into a hush, the circle tight with suspense, waiting for Jo to speak. Jo looked down at his hands, fidgeting slightly with the hem of his practice shorts. The silence lingered for a few seconds longer before he finally spoke, his voice quiet but clear.

“So… I’ve been seeing someone.”

The circle immediately leaned in, a collective shift of bodies toward him. K raised his eyebrows, and Maki’s mouth fell open slightly. Even Nicholas stopped spinning the basketball in his lap. Jo’s ears reddened a little, but he kept going. “Her name’s Y/n. We met a few weeks ago. Totally by accident, actually.”

He glanced up briefly, eyes scanning their curious faces before continuing. “It was really late, and I realized I was out of rice. So I ran to the 24-hour mart near my apartment. I wasn’t expecting anyone to really be there, but, well, she was working that night.” Harua, clearly already hooked, urged, “And?”

“She was trying to put these huge flour bags back on the top shelf. Some punk kids had knocked them down just a few minutes earlier, she said. She looked like she was struggling, and then she saw me, probably because I was the tallest person in the aisle, and well, the only other person except herself, and asked if I could help.”

“Classic damsel-in-distress setup,” EJ muttered, earning a nudge from Fuma. Jo gave a faint smile. “So I helped her. Put the bags back where they belonged. And then, kind of out of nowhere, she told me I looked handsome. Said I seemed nice, too. Then she asked me out.” 

Nicholas let out a low whistle. “She asked you out? Bold.” “Yeah,” Jo said, his smile growing a bit. “It caught me off guard. I’m not usually… like that. But I don’t know. She made it easy to say yes.” “So what’s she like?” Yuma asked, grinning. “Clearly she’s into tall, mysterious types.”

Jo’s eyes softened as he leaned back slightly, remembering. “She’s, funny. Kind. She talks a lot, but I don’t mind. She always makes sure I’m comfortable. She pays attention. Like, really pays attention.”  The team was quiet for a second, not from disbelief anymore, but from the unexpected sincerity in Jo’s tone.

Then Taki broke the silence. “Dude. That’s adorable.” Harua nodded sagely. “Jo’s got game. Secret game.” The circle erupted into playful teasing and laughter, but this time it felt warmer, not just curious now, but genuinely happy for their quiet teammate who, until now, they’d never imagined blushing over a girl.

After Jo finished telling the story, the team exchanged knowing smiles and light chuckles, the atmosphere easing into something more comfortable. Harua stood up and walked over to Jo, grabbing a clean towel from the sidelines. “Here, man. Let me help you with that,” he said, gently dabbing at the faint lipstick stain on Jo’s cheek.

Jo shifted a little but allowed Harua to wipe it off, his expression softening with gratitude. The floral scent lingering around him seemed to mingle with the faint smell of sweat now, a quiet reminder of the moment just shared. “Alright,” Harua called out, “let’s get back to work.”

The guys moved into their usual drills, shooting, passing, fast breaks. The ball flew through the air, sneakers slid across the polished wood, and the sounds of their shouts and laughter filled the gym. Time flew by faster than usual, and before they realized it, the buzzer signaled the end of practice.

As the team started gathering their things, the door to the gym suddenly creaked open. A girl poked her head inside, her eyes scanning the room. When she spotted Jo, her face instantly lit up like a sunrise. “JoJo!” she called out in a sweet, cheerful voice as she skipped in, her steps light and quick.

Jo turned toward her, a bright smile breaking across his face, his cheeks flushing a soft pink again. His teammates froze mid-pickup, exchanging wide-eyed glances as they noticed the scene unfolding.

Jo barely raised his voice above a murmur as he greeted her, “Hey…” but his expression said more than words, soft, genuine, and entirely unable to hide his happiness.

(Y/n) closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. Jo didn’t even hesitate before gently returning the hug, his arms folding around her in a way that was both shy and careful, like he didn’t want to let go too soon.

That’s when it happened. A synchronized, dramatic chorus from the rest of the team,  “OHHHHHHH~!” echoed through the gym, their voices bouncing off the walls with playful exaggeration.

(Y/n) giggled, clearly amused, but unfazed. She pulled back just enough to look up at Jo with a grin. “Wanna walk home together?” she asked sweetly. “Maybe stop by your place or mine? We could watch a movie or something.” Jo didn’t even glance at the others despite their continued teasing. His eyes stayed on her, his answer soft but sure. “Yeah.”

With that, she lit up like a kid who just got the last piece of candy, bouncing on her feet as she grabbed his hand. “Yay! Let’s go!” As she tugged him gently toward the door, the team resumed their antics, hooting and laughing like a bunch of proud parents at graduation.

“Look at him! Our Jo’s all grown up!” “He’s holding hands, holding hands, guys!” Jo paused just long enough to turn and give them a fierce glare, his version of “angry eyes”, which only made the team laugh harder. But when he turned back to (Y/n), that expression melted instantly into a bright, almost bashful smile.

He slung his bag over one shoulder, his fingers still laced with hers, and the two of them walked out together, him a little red in the face, her humming happily at his side. As the doors shut behind them, Taki sighed dramatically and said, “I can’t believe it. Jo’s got a girlfriend and a movie date.” Harua wiped an invisible tear from his eye. “Our boy has become a man.” “Next thing you know, he’ll be bringing her to our games,” Nicholas added.

And so, slowly but surely, it became part of the team’s rhythm, like the thump of the ball or the squeak of sneakers on polished wood. (Y/n) was no longer just Jo’s mystery girl. She was their sideline sunshine.

Sometimes she’d show up just as practice ended, practically bouncing through the gym doors, waving at the boys with both hands before going straight to Jo, greeting him with her usual “JoJo~!” that never failed to make him smile, even if he tried to hide it behind a hand or a downward glance. Always giving him a kiss on the cheek, though nowadays being more careful with the lipstick. 

Other days, she’d sit quietly on the bleachers during drills and scrimmages, cheering softly whenever Jo landed a clean three-pointer or made a clever pass. The team would throw her exaggerated thumbs-ups or joke applause, to which she’d respond with dramatic gasps and over-the-top cheering, earning laughter even from Coach.

And when she couldn’t make it to practice or a game because of her night shift at the store, Jo would go to her instead. It wasn’t unusual for one of the guys to pass by the convenience store late at night and spot him inside, standing behind the counter with a broom or stacking snacks beside her. He didn’t say much, but his presence spoke volumes.

He carried heavy boxes, refilled the shelves without being asked, and made sure she took her breaks. The once-reserved Jo had become a quieter, gentler version of joy, smiling more, nodding along to her stories, softly laughing now and then.

To the team, it was both heartwarming and strange, their calm, collected Jo, now grinning in the aisle of a store under fluorescent lights, playfully holding up a cup of instant noodles for her approval. And to her, Jo was warmth, a steady, quiet comfort who made even the dullest shifts feel lighter. She brought out something in him that no one else could.

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The Brightest Kind of Love

Non-idol! Maus Hirota Riki (Maki) x female! reader 

Wordcount ≈ 1.4k

Warnings: Insecurities, lowered self-esteem, people saying mean things about Maki (or like implied that they do), Maki being sad, mostly fluff though, I think that’s it

Summary: When Maki overhears people talking about how loud and annoying he is, he takes it to heart, something his girlfriend isn’t happy about. 

Please reblog! Hope you enjoy it!

Third Person POV

As Maki was on his way to his next class after lunch, he overheard some people talking about him. They said he’s too much, he’s so loud, and annoying. Maki takes it to heart, thinking everyone finds him annoying, so he tries to quiet down his personality. Holding back on his physical touch, trying not to talk or be too energetic. It hurts, not being himself, but he doesn’t want to annoy people. 

Maki’s friends notice the shift but don’t mention it right away, thinking that maybe he’s just tired or having an off day. Maybe he’s stressed about some assignment or perhaps a fight with (Y/n), though it seemed unlikely. 

A few days later, Maki meets up with his girlfriend, (Y/n), for a date night, making dinner together and watching a movie or a short series, a traditional date since they became a couple, a must to do at least twice a month.  

(Y/n) noticed that he wasn’t acting like his usual self the second he came over to her place. Usually, he would throw himself at her, loudly saying how much he’d missed her, but today, he didn’t hug her, didn’t almost yell; rather, he was sulking, and mumbled a quiet hi as he passed her. 

(Y/n) let it go for now, beginning to cut vegetables as well as tell him how she had turned in the assignment she had been working on for almost a month. Once again, she noticed that Maki was being weird, usually, he would be either back hugging her as he listened, or moving her to sit on the counter as he cooked, saying something cheesy about “not letting his princess do the work”. But today, he just stood on the side, looking longingly at her. And she finally had enough, something was wrong and she needed to fix it. 

“Is something wrong, Maki?” “Huh, no?” He tried to hide it, tried to sound calm and casual, but his voice betrayed him, wavering, showing how close he was to breaking down. All he wanted was to just wrap his arms around her, hold her close, talk for hours, but he couldn’t; he didn’t want to be annoying. 

“Maki, baby, Riki, something is obviously wrong, I know you, and this-“ she gestures to the distance between them and the pout on his face, “- is not you, so please tell me what’s wrong,” 

Maki felt the tears pushing to run down his cheeks, he hates crying, not because people say it’s not masculine or whatever stupid reasons they have, but because he doesn’t like worrying his loved ones.  

“Am I annoying?” “What?” (Y/n) didn’t believe what he just asked, she was sure she heard him wrong. “Am I annoying?” He repeated, eyes locked on his own feet, not daring to look up and meet her eyes, not daring to hear her answer, what if she did find him annoying? What if she didn’t like his loud self? What if he was too clingy? 

“Maki, honey, why would I find you annoying?” (Y/n) walked closer to him, putting her hand on his cheek, trying to lift his head, but he stubbornly kept looking down. 

“Because I’m loud, I’m clingy, I’m just, too much” his hands almost went to her waist, it was instinct at this point, he was always holding onto her, her waist, her hands, her shoulders, there was never really any distance between them since they became official. 

“Maki-” (Y/n) took a deep breathe, before she continued. “Riki, you’re not too much, you’re not clingy, or I guess others might say you are, but I am too, I love hugging and cuddling just as much as you do. And sure, you’re loud but I love that about you, I never have to guess what you’re thinking, because you’re always telling me, I never have to wonder if you love me, because you’re so loud about your love and that’s so beautiful,” Maki finally lifted his head, his teary eyes now meeting (Y/n)’s, body trembling from holding back his feelings, something he rarely ever does. 

“Really? I’m not too much for you?” “Of course not, I love your loudness and your cuddlyness, I love your energy, I love you, everything,” Yn grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the couch, and he followed, tears still silently falling down his cheeks. They sat down on the couch, his hand still in hers. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but the whole reason I fell in love with you was thanks to your loudness-“ Maki listened closely, finally feeling a bit better, his tears began slowing down. 

“- it was the first day of college, I was kind of nervous because I didn’t know that many people, I basically only knew Yuma since we grew up in the same neighbourhood, but I couldn’t find him in the crowd, there were just too many people, but then, suddenly I heard an unfamiliar voice loudly yelling my name, as I turned toward it I found you, standing there beside Yuma, waving energetically for me to come over, smile as bright and big as ever, I honestly thought you were an angel, I only saw you, everyone else just disappeared, so I guess you could say I fell in love at first sight, even if it sounds silly,” 

(Y/n) paused, her hand squeezing Maki’s, tears pricking her own eyes, she had never seen Maki look so broken before, he had always been so bright. She never wanted to see him like this again, she never wanted him to feel this kind of pain, not if she could help it. 

“After that day, I always hoped I’d run into you in the hallways or that we would be at the same hangouts with the rest of the group, I was always nervous but then, each time you looked at me and smiled, the nerves just melted away, it was like your smile grounded me, and your liveliness just brought me to life, you made me a brighter person,” She paused once more to breath, her free hand wiping away a lonely tear that fell from her eye. 

“So, how could I ever hate the things that made me fall in love with you? How could I ever find you annoying? I can’t, and I don’t, because I love you, Maki” 

Maki finally smiled, tears still staining his cheeks. He let go of (Y/n)’s hand, and a second later, he fell forward, arms going around her body, he landed on top of her, face nestling into her neck. (Y/n) smiled, happy that her boyfriend was starting to act like himself once more, one of her hands went to his head, lightly carding through his hair, the other hand rested on his back. 

They lay there for close to 30 minutes until Maki had recovered. He sat up, Yn stayed lying down for a few seconds until Maki basically pulled her up, he leaned in close, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, smiling as they separated. His eyes once more sparkling with the same light (Y/n) fell for the first time they met. 

“I’m sorry about acting like that,” “no need to apologize, just next time, if you ever doubt anything about us, come talk to me, and we’ll work it out together,“ Maki nodded, leaning in once more to kiss (Y/n) again, as they separated, she wiped away the last few tears that had stayed on his cheeks, placing a kiss on his nose. 

“Okay, come on, let’s go make some dinner,” Maki, now back to his old usual self, pulled (Y/n) along with him as he ran over to the kitchen laughing, helping her jump up on the counter, kissing her once more as she sat down before he began cutting up the last vegetables, and made them dinner, listening to her talk about her day and he told her about his. 

The doubt in his mind long gone, for how could he not be loud and sweet when that’s what she loves most about him?

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