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5starluvr · 4 months

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Paring: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Violence, blood, arguing, mentioned injuries

Wc: 7.5k

A/n:I’m sooo sorry for putting this series on hold.I’ve been really overwhelmed with life and I’m pretty much about to fail two of my courses BUT I’m finally done with all my exams so I’ll hopefully start posting again!

Spider Kids

The rain hammered against the penthouse window, blurring the glittering cityscape of Seoul. Inside, Seungmin, still clad in his battered Spiderman suit, winced as he peeled the clinging fabric from his damp skin. Fatigue gnawed at him, a familiar ache after a night of battling supervillains and rescuing civilians.

Across the room, Y/N sat on the plush sofa, her face a mask of worry etched with the faint lines of past arguments. Her normally vibrant eyes were dull with unshed tears. Seungmin knew this look. It was the look that followed every close call, every late-night return.

He joined her, the silence between them heavy. He reached for her hand, but she pulled away, her voice tight. "Seungmin, how long can we keep doing this?"

Seungmin's heart sank. He knew this conversation was coming, but it never got any easier. "Y/N, we've talked about this. People need me."

"And who needs you?" she countered, her voice rising. "Because all I see is a man who walks out the door every night, not knowing if he'll come back!"

Seungmin winced. He hated seeing fear in her eyes, fear that was entirely his fault. "I know it's scary, but-"

"Scary?" she interrupted, her voice cracking. "Seungmin, I can't plan a future with you if I'm not even sure you'll have one! We were supposed to get married, start a family, remember?"

The weight of her words settled on him, heavy and suffocating. He longed for that life, a normal life with her by his side. But the city, the people, they were his responsibility. He couldn't turn his back on them.

"I can't give that up, Y/N. This is who I am."

"And who am I?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Am I just the woman waiting by the window, praying you come home safe?"

Seungmin felt a surge of helplessness. There were no easy answers. He wasn't just Seungmin, the man she loved. He was also Spiderman, the city's protector. He couldn't abandon either part of himself.

"There has to be a way," he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. "We can figure this out together."

Y/N looked at him, a flicker of hope battling the weariness in her eyes. "Can we, Seungmin? Because right now, all I see is a future filled with fear, and I don't know if I can face that anymore.When do we get our turn at normal?"

He felt a pang in his chest. Normal. It was a word that felt increasingly distant, a forgotten dream in the face of his duty as Spider-Man. He reached out, his hand hovering over hers, but she pulled away, a silent rejection.

"There's no normal for us, is there?" she whispered, a tear tracing a glistening path down her cheek. The vulnerability in her voice cracked the dam within him. He pulled off his mask, the familiar weight a heavy burden tonight.

"There has to be a way," he pleaded, his voice rough with emotion. "We can figure this out. Together.I promise"

Y/N looked at him, her eyes searching his.

Defeat gnawed at Seungmin's insides. He knew a solution wouldn't magically appear overnight, but the weight of her words pressed down on him. "Look," he started, his voice thick with emotion, "This is a lot to unpack. Let's just go to bed and think about it tomorrow, yeah?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes clouded with a mixture of exhaustion and unshed tears. They climbed into bed, the silence deafening. Seungmin could feel the distance growing between them, a physical manifestation of the emotional chaos they seemed to be standing on opposite sides of.

He lay on his back, staring at the rain-streaked window, his mind a whirlwind. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a soft voice broke the silence.

"Seungmin," Y/N mumbled, her voice barely a whisper. He turned his head slightly, just enough to see the outline of her form in the dim light. "You know I didn't mean what I said with bad intentions, right?"

Seungmin's heart ached. He knew. He knew her frustration stemmed from love, a fear of losing him. "I know," he replied, his voice equally soft. He reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before gently placing it on the space between them.

The touch seemed to bridge the invisible gap. Y/N spoke again, her voice laced with a hint of desperation, "I just… I want a life with you, Seungmin. A normal life, where we can plan for the future without this constant fear hanging over us."

He understood. The fear was a constant companion, a shadow that loomed over their every happy moment. Scooting closer, he took her hand in his, the warmth spreading through him. "I want that too, Y/N. More than anything."

He pulled her gently towards him, his arms wrapping around her familiar form. The rain continued its relentless assault outside, but here, in the sanctuary of their bed, a fragile hope flickered.

"Maybe," Y/N murmured, snuggling closer, "maybe there's a way to have both. Maybe there's a way you can be Spider-Man and we can still have some semblance of normal."

Seungmin squeezed her tighter. He didn't have all the answers, but the sound of her voice, and the warmth of her body, filled him with a renewed sense of determination. "Together," he echoed, his voice firm.

The next day the city lights bled a pale orange into the pre-dawn sky as Seungmin swung through the through the city, his heart heavy despite the cool air. He landed silently on the rooftop of the discreet skyscraper that housed the Sect Hero base.

Inside, the usual morning bustle was fading as he found three of his teammates around a holographic strategy table, coffee mugs clutched in their hands.Chan was frowning at a projected map while Minho was cleaning his weapon with meticulous care and Han leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to a glowing tablet.

"Rough night, Spidey?" Han greeted, his voice laced with a knowing smirk.

Seungmin sighed, pulling off his mask and running a hand through his already messy hair. "You could say that." He slumped into a nearby chair, recounting the argument with Y/N the night before.

Chan listened intently, while his brow furrowed further. Finally, he spoke, "This is serious, Seungmin. Maybe it's time to consider expanding the team. Someone who can cover for you when things get hot."

Seungminsoffed. "No. This is my city. I won't be replaced." His voice held a defensive edge that surprised even himself.

Minho, ever direct, snorted. "Being replaced isn't the point, Spider-stuff. It's about having a safety net. We can't have you constantly burning the candle at both ends." His gruff voice softened slightly. "You gotta think about Y/N too, right?"

Seungmin knew they were right. But the thought of another ‘Spiderman’ taking care of his city, his responsibility and taking his place, felt like a betrayal. "There's gotta be another way," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

Han places a hand on his shoulder. "Look, Seungmin, Spiderman," he said, his tone serious, "We get it. You're Spider-Man. You feel this intense responsibility. But you can't be a hero if you're constantly sacrificing your personal life. Maybe it's time to get creative?."

Seungmin stared at them, their concerned faces reflected in the holographic map. He knew they were right. He just had to figure out what "creative" meant in this situation

"Creative, huh?" Seungmin mumbled, rubbing his temples. "Any brilliant ideas bouncing around those genius brains of yours, Einstein?" he challenged Han, a hint of teasing returning to his voice despite the weight of the situation.

Han snorted. "Actually, yeah. You ever heard of the Hero Academy program? City's been running it for a few years now. Trains rookies with basic hero skills, teaches them the ropes. Maybe one of them could be your..." he air-quoted, "...wingman."

Seungmin scoffed. "A rookie? Seriously? How much help would that be against, say, the joker or something?" The very thought of some inexperienced trainee fumbling around during a major villain attack sent a shiver down his spine.

Minho chimed in with a raised eyebrow. "Look, Spidey, even a rookie could handle the smaller stuff, the muggings, the petty thefts. Frees you up for the bigger threats.Don't be an idiot, Spider-stuff.”

Han sighed “plus we're not suggesting you throw some newbie against the Demolition Duo. But a rookie could actually help you in the long run dude."

Seungmin crossed his arms, a stubborn crease forming between his brows. "Look, I appreciate the concern, guys, I do. But this is my city. I know these streets, these villains, better than anyone. It doesn't feel right letting someone else take over, even for a little bit."

Chan chimed in, his voice calm and soothing. "We understand, Seungmin. But maybe there's a middle ground here. Maybe a trainee program within the sect itself? Someone you can mentor and train."

Alright, alright," he conceded, dragging a hand through his hair. "Fine. I'll look into it. But," he added, a glint in his eye, "don't think this means you get out of any training sessions, Einstein."

Han playfully swatted his arm. "Hey, I do my part. Besides, who else keeps your fancy web-shooters calibrated?"though their playful banter was cut short by a sudden blare of the alarm system. A holographic map flickered to life, displaying a pulsating red dot over the location of the attack. "Looks like The Magpie's back at it," Chan announced, his voice grim.

Seungmin rose, his mask already halfway on panic rising in his chest. "I'll handle it."

Minho grunted. "You sure, Spidey? Looks like a big operation. Maybe you should take someone with you, especially considering…" He trailed off, a knowing look in his eyes. Seungmin's gut clenched.

He hesitated for a beat, the memory of Y/N's worried face flashing in his mind. The urge to confide in them, to explain the situation, warred with the need to be strong, to prove he could handle things.

"Nah," he said, forcing a smile. "I-I’ve got this don’t worry”

He knew it wasn't the wisest decision. But right now, the thrill of the chase, the familiar adrenaline rush of being Spider-Man, felt strangely comforting. With a quick nod, he shot out the window, disappearing into the pre-dawn sky. His teammates watched him go, a mix of concern and understanding etched on their faces. They knew Seungmin was stubborn, but they also knew him better than anyone. They knew the city was his responsibility, his burden to bear. And they knew, deep down, that tonight, that burden felt heavier than ever.

The city blurred beneath him as Seungmin swung through the air, a knot of dread tightening in his gut with each passing second. The memory of the pulsating red dot on the holographic map mocked him, leading him straight towards his own apartment building in the heart of the financial district. It was The Joker , alright, but the location of the attack sent a fresh wave of panic crashing over him.

He wasn't just worried about stopping the villain anymore. Fear, sharp and cold, gnawed at him. Was Y/N home? Had she woken up to the commotion? Was she safe? Images of her worried face, her tear-filled eyes from the night before, flashed before his eyes. The guilt of leaving her alone, of not being there, threatened to consume him.

He pushed the panic down, focusing on the task at hand. He had to get to her. He had to secure the building before The Magpie could get to any valuables – and most importantly, before he could get to Y/N.

Was Y/N home? Had she heard the commotion? The thought of her witnessing a villain attack, let alone being caught in the crossfire, sent a jolt of terror through him.

He pushed himself harder, the familiar cityscape morphing into a blur of concern. He could almost hear Y/N's voice, laced with fear, echoing in his head. His guilt gnawed at him. Maybe he shouldn't have brushed off Minho's suggestion of backup. Maybe having someone by his side wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Especially tonight, when his focus was fractured, his heart a tangled mess.

The tension crackled in the air as thick as the morning fog clinging to the city. Seungmin landed with a silent crouch on the fire escape overlooking his apartment building. Every muscle in his body tensed, straining to pick up any sound of a struggle, any sign of The Magpie's thievery.

Silence. An unnatural silence that prickled his nerves. He crept closer, his spider-sense tingling with a strange unease – it wasn't the high-pitched screech that usually warned of The Magpie's nimble fingers. He peeked around the corner, his heart leaping into his throat.

There, perched precariously on the ledge of Y/N's open window, was a figure that sent a jolt of confusion straight through him. It wasn't The Magpie's sleek black and white. Instead, a flash of purple fabric caught his eye. A sickeningly wide, painted grin stretched across the face of the figure fiddling with a crowbar – The Joker.

Seungmin's breath hitched. The Joker at his apartment building? This wasn't part of the plan. Panic clawed at his throat. Had he gotten the wrong intel? Was Y/N even home? He had to get to her, now.

The image of Y/N's worried face from the night before flashed in his mind. The guilt of leaving her alone, facing a villain like The Joker, was a weight he couldn't bear. He pushed the panic down, focusing on the task at hand. He had to secure the building, get The Joker out of there, before he could get anywhere near Y/N.

A surge of anger, hotter than any he'd felt facing The Magpie, coursed through him. The Joker was unpredictable, a walking, laughing nightmare. This wasn't just about stopping a criminal anymore, it was about protecting his city, protecting Y/N.

He was about to launch himself into action, a battle cry forming on his lips, when a soft sound stopped him cold. A voice, muffled but unmistakably the Joker, drifted from inside the apartment. He was singing?. It didn't make sense. The off-key singing abruptly cut out, replaced by a terrified gasp. Seungmin's heart hammered against his ribs. Y/N! He lunged for the window, his spider-sense screaming a warning he barely registered.

A chilling chuckle drifted out, followed by the Joker's voice, dripping with amusement. "Well, well, well, looks like the little songbird decided to join the party!"

Seungmin froze mid-leap. Through the window, he saw Y/N pressed against the far wall, her face pale with terror. The Joker, a manic grin plastered on his face, held a wickedly glinting switchblade to her throat. Strapped to the back of her chair, a bomb – a crude mess of wires and a blinking red light – sent a jolt of pure dread through him.

"Seems like Spidey wasn't the only party crasher, sweetheart," the Joker taunted, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "But fear not, this little device strapped to her lovely chair? It's rather…sensitive. One wrong move, one little gasp for air from you, and well…" he trailed off, gesturing dramatically to the window with the switchblade. "This whole building goes up in a glorious fireworks display!"

Seungmin landed back on the fire escape, his mind racing. He couldn't move recklessly. One wrong step could spell disaster. "Joker," he said, his voice strained but firm. "Let her go. This isn't about her."

The Joker tilted his head, chuckling softly. "Oh, but Spidey, that's where you're wrong. This little game? It's all about you! See, this building? It's crawling with my little surprises, just like this lovely lady's chair. One wrong move from you, and boom! Instant confetti shower for the whole neighborhood!"

Seungmin's breath hitched. The entire building? Panic threatened to consume him, but he forced it down. He couldn't let the Joker see his fear. He had to play this smart. "What do you want, Joker?"

The Joker's grin widened. "Ah, the age-old question! Now, where's the fun in just telling you? Let's just say, Spidey, this little game is going to test your webslinging skills to the absolute limit!" The Joker's laughter echoed through the night, a horrifying counterpoint to Y/N's whimpers. Seungmin gritted his teeth. He was trapped. The city, Y/N, it all hung in the balance. He had to find a way out of this, a way to disarm the bombs, a way to save everyone , to save her . But how? He looked at Y/N, her terrified eyes pleading with him. He wouldn't let her down. He wouldn't let the Joker win. "Stay here," he mouthed ,despite the tremor in his hand. He knew fear could cloud judgment, and he needed her clearheaded. "I'll get you out of this."

Y/N gripped her chair, her voice barely a whisper. "Be careful, Seungmin." Then, with a burst of speed fueled by adrenaline, he shot a web at the ceiling and launched himself through the broken window, back out into the morning ky.

The city lights bled a pale orange over the rooftops, casting long shadows that danced with the rising smoke from the flour explosion. Seungmin's spider-sense thrummed a frantic warning, guiding him towards the source of the Joker's distorted voice – the building's central air conditioning unit, a metal Container perched precariously on the roof.

As Seungmin neared, a chilling cackle erupted from the vent shaft. "There you are, Spidey! Come to join the party?" The Joker, a grotesque figure dusted white from head to toe, emerged from the vent, a manic glint in his eyes. In his hand, he clutched a remote detonator, a cruel smile plastered on his face.

Seungmin landed with a crouch, his eyes narrowed. Panic threatened to engulf him, a chilling image of Y/N strapped to the chair flashing in his mind. He had to act fast, but recklessness wouldn't save the day. He needed a plan.

"Let's cut to the chase, Joker," Seungmin said, his voice laced with a steely calm that surprised even himself. He needed to appear in control, to throw the Joker off his game.

"Oh, Spidey, so impatient!" The Joker taunted, waving the detonator playfully. "Let's just say, they're scattered like confetti throughout this lovely building. One press of this button, and boom! Instant city-wide confetti shower!"

Seungmin knew the Joker thrived on chaos. He had to take control of the situation. "Why are you doing this?" Seungmin demanded, hoping to distract him, to buy himself some time to formulate a plan.

The Joker tilted his head, a chilling seriousness replacing his usual theatricality. "Because, Spidey, sometimes the world needs a good reminder of how fragile it all is. A little chaos to wake the people!"

Seungmin gritted his teeth. He couldn't reason with the Joker. He needed to act. But how? His eyes darted across the rooftop, searching for anything that might give him an advantage. A discarded metal pipe glinted in the faint light. An idea sparked.

With a flick of his wrist, he launched a web at the detonator. The Joker reacted with lightning speed, swatting the web away with a manic laugh. This was it. This was his chance.

The fight that ensued was a whirlwind of movement, a deadly ballet high above the sleeping city. The Joker, despite his age and seemingly flimsy physique, was surprisingly agile. He dodged Seungmin's web attacks with ease, lunging at him with surprising ferocity. His long, purple coat flapped wildly.

Seungmin used his spider-sense to his advantage, anticipating the Joker's every move. He dodged a wild kick, using the momentum to propel himself past the Joker. He grabbed the discarded metal pipe as he flew by, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

The Joker spun around, a twisted grin on his face. But before he could react, Seungmin launched himself back at him, wielding the pipe like a bat. The Joker, caught off guard, barely managed to block the blow with his arm. The metal clanged, sending a jolt of pain up Seungmin's arm, but he ignored it.

This wasn't just about neutralizing the bombs anymore. It was about revenge for the terror the Joker inflicted on Y/N, for the city he threatened to tear apart. Each blow of the pipe was fueled by a righteous fury.

The Joker, surprised by the ferocity of Seungmin's attack, stumbled back. He recovered quickly though, a manic glint returning to his eyes. With a shrill laugh, he lunged at Seungmin, grappling for the pipe. They both went tumbling to the ground, A tangle of limbs and grunts, they rolled across the rooftop gravel. Seungmin landed with a harsh thud, the metal pipe clattering away from his grasp. A searing pain lanced through his ankle – a misstep on the uneven surface. The Joker, fueled by his own twisted sense of amusement, straddled Seungmin's chest, his cackle echoing in the night sky.

"Looks like the spider got caught in his own web, Spidey!" he shrieked, raising a gloved fist.

Seungmin gritted his teeth, the city lights blurring at the edges of his vision. He couldn't give up. Not with Y/N still in danger, not with the fate of the city hanging in the balance. He focused, pushing past the throbbing pain in his ankle. With a surge of adrenaline, he bucked his hips, sending the Joker tumbling backwards.

Scrambling to his feet, Seungmin ignored the white-hot stab of pain with every step. He had to disarm the Joker, disarm the bombs. His spider-sense thrummed with a renewed urgency, guiding him towards the discarded detonator lying precariously close to the edge of the rooftop.

The Joker, regaining his footing, let out a frustrated yell. He lunged at Seungmin, a switchblade glinting in his hand. Seungmin barely dodged the swipe, the blade whistling past his ear. He couldn't afford to get into a close-quarters fight with a weapon like that. He needed to use his agility to his advantage.

He launched himself into a series of web-slinging maneuvers, zipping across the rooftop, the Joker hot on his heels. The night air whipped past Seungmin's face as he dodged the Joker's lunges and wild throws of the switchblade. His injured ankle screamed in protest with every jump and turn, but he pushed on, fueled by a desperate hope.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind. He shot a web at a nearby water tower, propelling himself upwards. The Joker skidded to a halt at the edge of the rooftop, his face contorted in rage. Seungmin hung precariously from the web, dangling just out of reach.

"Come on down, Spidey!" The Joker taunted, his voice echoing across the rooftop. "Let's finish this!"

Seungmin gritted his teeth. This was it. He closed his eyes, focusing his spider-sense. He felt a faint vibration in the air currents, a subtle shift in pressure. The air vent! The Joker must have used it to access the rooftop.

With a renewed surge of determination, Seungmin launched himself back towards the building, aiming for the vent cover. He landed with a thud on the metal grating, the stale air of the ventilation system rushing over him. He ignored the sting of scraped skin and pushed open the cover, squeezing himself through the narrow opening.

The Joker's surprised yell echoed from above. Seungmin tumbled down the ventilation shaft, the metal scraping against his already battered body. He landed hard on the floor of the control room, coughing and gasping for breath.

He looked around, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. There, in the center of the room, stood a complex web of wires and blinking lights – the central control panel for the building's air conditioning system. And nestled amongst the wires, a red button – the activation switch for the bombs.

Seungmin knew he had to act fast. He ignored the throbbing pain in his ankle and scrambled towards the control panel. But before he could reach it, a chilling laugh filled the room.

The Joker, having squeezed through the vent opening, stood behind him, a twisted grin plastered on his face. The switchblade glinted menacingly in his hand. "Well, well, Spidey," he drawled. "Looks like the party's come to you.

The Joker's cackle filled the cramped machinery room, echoing off the metal walls. Seungmin's heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He had almost reached the control panel, almost disarmed the bombs. But the Joker, with his manic agility, had outsmarted him again.

"Game over, Spidey!" The Joker shrieked, raising the switchblade high. But instead of lunging at Seungmin, he darted towards the control panel. In a flash of green light, the Joker slammed his gloved hand down on the red button – the activator .

Seungmin's blood ran cold. He had failed. The neighborhood , Y/N… they were all doomed. Despair threatened to engulf him, but a flicker of defiance sparked in his eyes. He wouldn't give up. Not yet.

With a surge of adrenaline that ignored the throbbing pain in his ankle, Seungmin lunged at the Joker. He tackled him to the ground, a desperate gamble to buy some precious seconds. They grappled amongst the wires and flickering lights, a chaotic struggle fueled by fear and determination.

"You'll never win, Spider-man!" the Joker shrieked, his voice distorted with rage. But Seungmin, fueled by the image of Y/N's terrified face, wouldn't be deterred. He fought with a ferocity he didn't know he possessed, momentarily pinning the Joker down.

"Get out of here!" he yelled, his voice hoarse. Y/N. He had to get Y/N out of here. He knew the explosion wouldn't be immediate, maybe a few seconds, maybe a minute. Enough time… perhaps.

The Joker, momentarily stunned, stared at him with wide, manic eyes. In that brief moment of hesitation, Seungmin saw his chance. He shoved the Joker off him, scrambling to his feet. Ignoring the searing pain in his ankle, he sprinted towards the ventilation shaft, forcing himself through the narrow opening.

Back on the rooftop, the pre-dawn light painted the sky in hues of orange and pink. He pushed through the pain, his lungs burning, his vision blurring. He had to get to Y/N. Now.

He burst through the broken window, coughing and gasping for breath. He found Y/N still tied to the chair, her face pale with fear.

"Y/N!" he rasped, stumbling towards her. "There's no time! The bombs… they're set to go off. You have to run! Don't look back!"

Before she could even speak, he used his remaining strength to whip out a web and slice through the ropes binding her. With a final look, etched with a mixture of love and fear, he pushed her towards the broken window.

"Go!" he screamed, his voice hoarse. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he blinked them back. He wouldn't let her see him afraid.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then with a tearful nod, she scrambled through the window and disappeared into the pre-dawn sky. A choked sob escaped her lips, but she ran, not daring to look back.

Seungmin watched her go, a wave of despair washing over him. He had failed. He hadn't been able to save the city, hadn't been able to save himself. He closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable.

But just then, a powerful shove sent him sprawling across the roof. The Joker, a manic grin plastered on his face, stood above him.

"Seems like playtime's over, Spidey," the Joker taunted, his voice laced with a chilling glee. "Let's see how you do in the grand finale!"

The world seemed to slow down for Seungmin. The city lights shimmered below, a distorted reflection of the chaos swirling within him. Despair threatened to consume him, the weight of his failure crushing him. He was injured, alone, facing a madman with a detonator that could tear the city apart.

Yet, a spark flickered deep within him, a defiance fueled by the memory of Y/N's tearful face as she ran. He couldn't give up. Not yet. Not while there was even a sliver of hope.

Seungmin forced his eyes open, meeting the Joker's manic stare. A plan, desperate and risky, began to form in his mind. "You think you've won, Joker?" he rasped, his voice laced with a bravado he didn't quite feel. "Look closer."

He gestured weakly towards the sky, where the faintest light of dawn was beginning to peek over the horizon. "The sun's rising, Joker. You hate the light, don't you? It exposes the flaws in your little game."

The Joker's eyes narrowed. He hated being outsmarted, hated anything that disrupted his carefully crafted chaos. Seungmin pressed on, his voice gaining a hint of strength.

"Maybe," he continued, "the bombs are just a distraction. Maybe the real game is proving you're not afraid of the light. Prove it, Joker. Press the button again. Show everyone you're not a coward hiding in the shadows.Cut the time."

A flicker of uncertainty crossed the Joker's face, a chink in his usual manic facade. Seungmin knew he was gambling, pushing the Joker's fragile ego to the limit. But it was their only chance.

As the silence stretched, the tension crackled in the air. The Joker's hand hovered over the button , his face a mask of conflicting emotions. Was he considering it? Seungmin held his breath, his injured body screaming in protest.

Suddenly, the Joker threw back his head and let out a loud, barking laugh. "Oh, Spidey," he cackled, the sound echoing across the rooftop. "You are a cunning little spider! Always trying to play mind games. But you underestimate me!"

He raised the detonator high, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Perhaps the light bothers me," he hissed, "but the thought of all those screaming people… oh, the beautiful symphony of chaos!"

The Joker shrieked in excitement , his eyes burning with amusement . His grip tightened on the controller , his manic grin replaced by a snarl. Seungmin knew he wouldn't hesitate to press the button now.

With a surge of adrenaline fueled by a desperate hope, Seungmin launched himself forward. He ignored the searing pain in his ankle, his only focus on the Joker and the detonator clutched in his hand.

He tackled the Joker with a cry, sending them both sprawling across the rooftop agap. The controller flew from the Joker's grasp, clattering across the gravel. Seungmin lunged for it, his fingers brushing against the smooth plastic.

Just then, a powerful kick landed on his injured ankle, sending him whimpering in pain. The world tilted on its axis. A sickening crack echoed in the night air as his wrist bent at an unnatural angle. Agony lanced through him, momentarily stealing his breath.

The Joker, fueled by rage, scrabbled towards the object . Seungmin reached out with a web strand, the last reserves of his strength leaving him. But it was too late. The Joker snatched the detonator, a malevolent glee twisting his features.

With a maniacal laugh, he slammed his thumb down on the red button. A harsh digital voice echoed through the night air. "Explosion sequence initiated.Time cut in half. Two minutes and thirty seconds remaining."

The Joker's laughter died in his throat, replaced by a look of sudden terror. He hadn't meant to activate it so soon! Panic flickered in his eyes for a brief moment before a twisted grin returned.

"Oops," he cackled, a hint of hysteria in his voice. "Looks like playtime's over for everyone!" He turned on his heel and darted towards the edge of the rooftop.

Before anyone could react, the Joker launched himself into the air, a purple He turned on his heel and darted towards the edge of the rooftop.

Before anyone could react, the Joker launched himself into the air, a purple

parachute blowing out behind him like a monstrous cape. Seungmin watched, a mixture of pain and horror gripping him, as the Joker drifted away, a chilling echo of his laughter trailing behind.

The Joker's manic laughter echoed in Seungmin's ears even after he disappeared into the night sky. A digital voice, cold and unforgiving, filled the air: "One minute and fifty seconds remaining." His ankle throbbed like a trapped bird, and a shard of bone jutted out from his wrist at an unnatural angle.

Y/N… where was Y/N? Panic threatened to consume him, but he forced it down. There was no time for fear.

Scrambling to his knees, the world tilted sickeningly. Ignorance was no longer an option. He had to disarm the bombs. The control panel… it had to be in the ventilation shaft. He forced himself to his feet, a wave of dizziness washing over him.

But with each agonizing step, a terrible truth settled in his gut. He wouldn't make it. The pain, the distance… it was all too much. He was a broken machine, and the clock was ticking too fast.

Despair threatened to overwhelm him, but a primal instinct for survival flared within him. He couldn't save the city, but maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for him. His eyes darted towards the open window behind him, the jagged edges a stark contrast to the blinding light above.

The digital voice chimed again, a cruel reminder of his dwindling time: "One minute and fifteen seconds remaining." His breath hitched. He wouldn't disarm the bombs. He couldn't be a hero this time. But he could try to live.

With a surge of adrenaline fueled by a sliver of hope, Seungmin lunged towards the window. The broken glass tore at his clothes and flesh, a fleeting pain compared to the agony already coursing through him. He launched himself through the opening, the wind whipping past him, a chilling song of finality.

He barely registered the screams from bellow , the blinding flash of light that engulfed the building, or the earth-shattering roar of the explosion. The world became a blur of colors and pain, a cacophony of sounds fading into a distant echo.

Then, blessed darkness.

Seungmin blacked out before he could even feel the impact. He was a broken man falling and had no control anymore.

——-

The harsh fluorescent light felt like a blowtorch to Seungmin's eyelids. A dull throb pulsed in his head, a metronome keeping time with the sterile beeps of nearby machinery. The sterile scent of disinfectant stung his nose, a stark contrast to the acrid tang of smoke that clung to his memory.

He cracked open an eye, wincing at the sudden intrusion of light. His vision swam, the white ceiling a dizzying expanse. Slowly, the room came into focus. Sterile white walls, a heart monitor with its jagged green line, a vase holding a single, wilting carnation. He was in a hospital room.

Memories flooded back in a sickening rush. The building, the glint of chrome seconds before the world went red, the heart-stopping noise , the jarring impact… then nothing.

His throat felt like sandpaper. He croaked out a weak, "Hello?"

A strangled sob cut through the sterile silence. Y/N sat beside the bed, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent tears. Seungmin's heart lurched. He turned his head, panic clawing at his throat.

"Y/N?" Her name came out raspier than intended, but it was enough to draw her gaze up. Her eyes, red-rimmed and glassy with unshed tears, met his.

A choked cry escaped her lips as she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his hospital gown. The scent of her shampoo, a familiar comfort, filled his senses. The world faded away, leaving only the frantic beat of his heart and the tremors wracking her body.

"Seungmin," she choked out, her voice thick with tears. "I… I saw the news. They said the explosion...and I saw the fire…" Her voice broke, replaced by another sob that tore through him. "And then they mentioned Spider-Man. Seungmin, I thought… I thought I lost you."

He winced, the memory of the near-death experience sending a fresh jolt of pain through him. He held her close, whispering reassurances into her hair. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here. I'm alright."

She pulled back slightly, tears glistening on her cheeks. "But you could have… You could have died, Seungmin." Her voice rose, laced with a raw desperation. "What would I have done without you?"

He cupped her face with his uninjured hand, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. "I know," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. "But I couldn't just stand there. People were in danger…you were in danger."

Y/N's eyes searched his, a mix of worry and a simmering anger swirling within them. "I know you," she said softly. "You're a hero. But you're also my hero, Seungmin. And the thought of losing you…"

Her voice trailed off, a single tear rolling down her cheek. He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, the vulnerability in his eyes echoing the fear in hers. "I promise, I'll always try to come back to you."

She took a shaky breath, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Just… promise to be careful, okay? For me? Don't you dare scare me like that ever again." There was a desperate plea in her voice, a fear that transcended just the potential loss of a hero.

He squeezed her hand, a silent promise hanging between them. The world outside the sterile walls might be filled with danger, but for now, in the quiet sanctuary of the hospital room, they had each other. And that, for Seungmin, was all that mattered. Yet, a nagging guilt gnawed at him. "Y/N," he started, his voice barely a whisper.

"Shh," she hushed him, nuzzling closer. "Just rest. You need to get better."

But he couldn't let it go. "I need to tell you something," he confessed, his voice thick with guilt. "About… about me,the Spider-Man thing."

"So,uhm…" Seungmin began, his voice still a little raspy. He squeezed Y/N's hand, finding comfort in her warmth. "Remember how we were talking about Spider-Man and how scared you were?"

Y/N sniffled, wiping away a lingering tear. "How could I forget?" she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

"They suggested I… train someone," he explained, his voice hesitant. "An apprentice, someone who could learn the ropes and help out with the smaller stuff, the muggings, the petty thefts. Freeing me up for the bigger threats and eventually maybe…take over?."

Y/N listened intently, her brow furrowed in thought. "That could be good," she admitted. "You can't be everywhere at once, Seungmin. And maybe having some backup would ease your mind a little."

He reached out, taking her hand in his. "It's not just about my mind," he confessed. "It's about being there for you too. I don't want to put you through this constant worry every time there's trouble."

Y/N squeezed his hand back, her gaze filled with understanding and unwavering support. "I understand," she said softly.

Seungmin squeezed her hand, a silent vow echoing in his heart. He was Spider-Man, the protector of the city. But he was also Seungmin, and Y/N was his rock. Together, they would find a way to balance his heroic duties with the life they shared.

"Finding an apprentice won't be easy, though," he mused, a thoughtful crease forming on his forehead. "There's a lot at stake. They need to be trustworthy, brave, and quick on their feet."

Y/N tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, you wouldn't need to look very far to find someone brave, would you?" she teased, nudging him playfully.

Seungmin chuckled, his heart swelling with warmth. "Maybe not," he conceded. "But there's more to it than that. They need to be able to keep a secret, understand the risks involved, and be willing to put themselves out there for people they don't even know."

"Sounds like tall toddler ," Y/N admitted. "But you know your team better than anyone. They wouldn't have suggested it if they didn't think it was possible."

Seungmin nodded, a newfound determination burning in his eyes. "They're right," he said, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. "Maybe this is the answer I've been looking for. A way to be Spider-Man and still be there for you."

A curious glint sparked in Y/N's eyes. "So, where exactly do you find these… apprentices?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Seungmin chuckled. "Actually," he began, "the city runs a program called the Hero Academy. It's for aspiring heroes, people with potential who want to learn the ropes, develop their skills, and maybe even one day join the ranks of the city's protectors."

Y/N's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A Hero Academy? That sounds… official. I always thought heroes were more like, lone wolves, you know, brooding on rooftops."

Seungmin laughed. "There's definitely some brooding involved," he admitted with a playful wink. "But there's also a lot of training, teamwork, and strategy. The Academy would be a great place to find someone who's already dedicated to the cause, someone who understands the responsibility that comes with being a hero."

Y/N pondered this for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face. "So, you'd be training someone who already has a basic understanding of heroics? That could be good. Less time spent teaching them the difference between a fire escape and a villain's lair, more time focusing on the real threats."

"Exactly," Seungmin said, relief washing over him. Not only did Y/N seem okay with the idea of an apprentice, but she also understood the logic behind it.

"So, what's next, Spidey-teacher?" Y/N asked, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Seungmin grinned. "Next, I guess, is a little visit to the Academy. Maybe they have some promising rookies who wouldn't mind learning from the best." He winked, earning a playful swat on the arm from Y/n."And you know I’ve been at it for a while,plus being a hero is amazing, but…" Seungmin trailed off, squeezing her hand gently. "Sometimes, a guy just wants a normal life. You know, the kind with… events like this, when you and I have to worry about our future…."

A soft smile tugged at her lips.Y/n understood. The adrenaline rush, the constant danger, it wasn't something most people could handle forever.

"Are you saying...?" she prompted voice barely a whisper.

Seungmin met Y/n’s gaze, his eyes filled with a warmth that sent a shiver down her spine. "I'm saying, maybe after a few more years, when things have settled down a bit… maybe it'll be time for me to hang up the webs."

Her breath hitched. "For good?"

"Well," he continued, a playful glint in his eyes, "there's always the chance a supervillain decides to crash our retirement party, but…" his voice softened again, "mostly for good. I want a life with you, Y/N. A real life, where we can build something together, a family…"

The unspoken question hung in the air.Y/n’s heart hammered against her ribs, a joyous counterpoint to the city's soft hum below. Leaning forward, she closed the distance between them, whispering the answer he longed to hear, "Yes, Seungmin. I want that too."

Seungmin closed the remaining gap, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both hesitant and full of yearning. It was a soft exploration, a taste of what was to come. The taste of coffee and something deeper, a connection that transcended their years of friendship.

As the kiss deepened, a spark ignited, sending a jolt of electricity through both. It was a kiss filled with the unspoken words of love, relief, and a future brimming with possibilities.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers . His eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, held a universe of emotions. "I love you, Y/N," he breathed softly.

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