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caught in a web

Summary: han jisung can save the city from supervillains, but he can't save his gpa or his love life. after two years of pining, his crush finally asks him out—only for his spider-sense to cockblock him at the worst possible moment. now he's got metal maniacs destroying amusement parks, a secret identity hanging by a thread, and exactly one chance to prove he's boyfriend material without accidentally revealing he's the guy swinging around in spandex.

(amazing artist who make such fanart of han is here)

words: 12.k!

aka: nerd!jisung gets spider powers and somehow becomes an even bigger disaster

Tags: spiderman au, college au, han jisung x reader,fluff, pining, secret identity chaos, mild violence/action, near death experiences(really ass on my part guys) language, explosions, second-hand embarrassment, han is so peter parker coded here, jisung being a loser (love me some nerdsung) other idols used as ocs/side characters

notes: saw one nerd jisung fic and it altered my brain chemistry so here's 12k words of him being a disaster in costume. sorry for abandoning my hyunjin fic but spider-jisung demanded to be written 🕷️

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The sound of shattering glass echoed through the downtown district as Han Jisung webbed up another piece of debris, his spider suit stretching as he dodged a particularly nasty swing from the villain's metallic arm. The bastard was stronger than he looked, and Jisung was already feeling the strain in his shoulders from the prolonged fight.

"Seriously, Sledgehammer? That's the best name you could come up with?" Jisung quipped, shooting a web at the man's feet and yanking hard, sending him tumbling into a conveniently placed dumpster with a satisfying crash. "What happened to creativity in crime these days? Did you guys stop trying after Doctor Octopus?"

"Weird how you're talking Spiderman!" the villain spits back

"Hey! My name is way better than fucking Sledgehammer!" Jisung said, putting on a show of faux offense.

The villain apparently actually called Sledgehammer, judging by the crude name spray-painted on his makeshift armor groaned from inside the dumpster. Jisung quickly webbed him up properly, layering the synthetic material thick enough that even enhanced strength wouldn't break through easily.

"NYPD? Yeah, it's your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man again. Got another gift-wrapped present for you on Fifth and Main." He ended the call and was about to swing away when he heard the news vans approaching, their sirens cutting through the evening air.

From his perch on a nearby building, Jisung watched as reporters swarmed the scene below like vultures on roadkill.

"This marks the third appearance this month of the mysterious vigilante the media has dubbed 'Spider-Man,'" the reporter announced to her camera crew, her voice carrying that practiced news anchor cadence.

"Police have yet to comment on whether this masked individual is friend or foe, but citizens seem grateful for his intervention in what could have been a devastating attack on the shopping district."

Jisung snorted. Friend or foe? He was literally gift-wrapping criminals for them like it was fucking Christmas morning.

His phone buzzed with a text from

felix: dude where the fuck are you? physics lab started 20 minutes ago and professor martinez is asking questions

"Shit," Jisung muttered, shooting a web toward campus. Being a superhero was seriously messing with his GPA, and if his parents found out he was failing classes, they'd kill him before any supervillain got the chance.

"You look like you got hit by a truck," Jay observed as Jisung stumbled into their shared apartment later that evening, his backpack falling off his shoulder with a loud thud that made their upstairs neighbor bang on the floor in complaint.

"Thanks, appreiate the honesty." Jisung groaned, collapsing face-first onto their ratty couch that they'd found on the street corner sophomore year. It smelled faintly of cigarettes and regret, but it was home.

Felix emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of ramen, taking one look at his roommate's disheveled state. "Let me guess 'food poisoning' again?"

The three of them had established this code early on. Jisung couldn't exactly say he'd been fighting crime, so food poisoning became their go-to excuse for his frequent disappearances and exhausted appearances. It was getting harder to sell, especially since Felix had started keeping track of how often Jisung allegedly got sick.

"The worst kind," Jisung mumbled into the couch cushions, tasting fabric softener and despair. "The kind that throws cars and has really bad fucking aim."

Jay raised an eyebrow, setting down his textbook. "Cars? Dude, you need to eat at better places. Maybe try somewhere that doesn't serve week-old sushi from a gas station."

When he'd first discovered his powers six months ago courtesy of a field trip gone wrong involving a very angry, very radioactive spider—he'd sworn Felix and Jay to secrecy. They'd been surprisingly cool about it, though they still made fun of his web-shooters.

"Speaking of eating," Felix said, settling into his chair with the kind of grin that meant he was about to suggest something Jisung would hate, "there's a party at Mizi's house tomorrow night. You should come."

Jisung's head shot up from the couch like he'd been electrocuted. "A party? Felix, you know I don't do parties. I do Netflix, crying over organic chemistry, and occasionally saving the city from megalomaniacs. Social interaction is not in my skill set."

"Come on," Jay joined in, and Jisung knew he was doomed because they were tag-teaming him. "You never do anything fun. When's the last time you talked to someone who wasn't us, your professors, or some asshole in a costume trying to blow up Manhattan?"

"I talk to people!"

"The librarian asking you to please stop falling asleep on your textbooks doesn't count," Felix deadpanned, slurping his ramen obnoxiously. "Neither does arguing with Professor Kim about the theoretical applications of quantum mechanics."

Jisung was about to argue when Jay delivered the killing blow: "Y/N will be there."

The effect was immediate. Jisung's complaints died in his throat, and he could feel his cheeks heating up like he was fourteen again and his mom was showing his friends his baby pictures. Y/N, possibly the most beautiful, intelligent, and completely out-of-his-league girl on campus. You shared exactly ond classes(Introduction to Psychology), where Jisung spent more time stealing glances at you than actually learning about Freud's weird obsession with his mother.

"That's not... I don't... why would that matter?" Jisung stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

Felix and Jay exchanged knowing looks, the kind that best friends develop after years of watching each other make fools of themselves over crushes.

"Oh, I don't know," Felix said innocently, but his eyes were sparkling with mischief. "Maybe because you've been pining after her since freshman year? Maybe because you literally walked into a glass door last week because you were staring at her ass?"

"That door was very clean," Jisung protested weakly. "And I wasn't staring at her ass. I was... observing. Scientifically."

"Scientifically my dick," Felix snorted. "You nearly gave yourself a concussion because you were too busy drooling to watch where you were going."

"Jisung," Jay said seriously, sitting down across from him with that look that meant he was about to dispense wisdom whether Jisung wanted it or not. "You're smart, you're funny when you're not overthinking everything to death, and despite what you think, you're not completely hopeless with people. But you're never going to get anywhere if you don't actually try."

"Besides," Felix added with a grin that was absolutely diabolical, "what's the worst that could happen? You embarrass yourself, she rejects you, and you spend the rest of college hiding in the library like some kind of academic hermit? Oh wait, you're aleready doing that."

Jisung could think of about a million things that could go wrong, starting with making a complete fool of himself and ending with his spider-sense going off mid-conversation and having to awkwardly exit while you thought he was just weird. But looking at his friends' expectant faces, he found himself nodding.

"Okay. Okay, fine. But if this goes horribly wrong, I'm blaming both of you fuckers and never speaking to you again."

"Deal," Felix said immediately, looking far too pleased with himself.

The party was already in full swing by the time they arrived, music thumping loud enough that Jisung could feel it in his chest like a second heartbeat. He tugged at the hem of the button-down Felix had forced him into, feeling overdressed and underprepared for the social battlefield ahead.

"I can't do this," he said for the fifteenth time as they walked up to the house, which was practically vibrating with bass and poor life choices.

"Yes, you fucking can," Jay said firmly, grabbing Jisung by the shoulders and forcing him to make eye contact. "We've been over this. You're going to go in there, find Y/N, and have a normal conversation. No rambling about quantum physics, no fun facts about spider mating rituals, and definitely no mention of that documentary you watched about arachnid silk production."

"But the documentary was really interesting—"

"No."

"The tensile strength of spider silk is actually—"

"Jisung, I swear to God, if you start talking about spider facts at this party, I will personally web you to the ceiling," Felix threatened, then paused. "Wait, can you actually do that to yourself?"

"Theoretically, yes, but the angle would be awkward and—"

"NERD," both his friends said in unison.

The house was packed with people Jisung recognized but had never actually spoken to. He'd always been more of a background character in the college social scene—the guy you might partner with for a difficult assignment but wouldn't think to invite to things. The guy who knew everyone's name but whose name no one could quite remember.

They'd been there for maybe twenty minutes, Jisung nursing the same beer and trying to work up the courage to approach you (you looked absolutely stunning in a simple black dress that made his brain short-circuit), when you suddenly appeared beside him like some kind of beautiful, terrifying angel.

"Han Jisung, right?" you said, and your voice was just as sweet as he'd imagined during his many, many daydreams. "We're in Professor Kim's psych class together."

Jisung's brain short-circuited, sparked, and possibly caught fire. You knew his name. You knew his actual name, not just "that guy who sits in the back and occasionally says smart things."

"I, uh, yes. That's me. Han Jisung. Who is me. I am Han Jisung." He wanted to disappear into the floor and never resurface. Maybe he could web himself to the basement and live there permanently.

But instead of looking annoyed or weirded out, you laughed—a genuine, bright sound that made Jisung's chest feel warm and his spider-sense tingle in a completely different way than usual.

"I really liked your comment in class last week about cognitive dissonance in social media," you continued, taking a sip of whatever fruity drink was in your red solo cup. "It was really insightful. Most people just regurgitate whatever they read online, but you actually thought about it."

"You... you were listening?" Jisung asked, surprised. Half the class usually looked dead inside during Kim's lectures.

"Of course I was listening. You always have interesting things to say." You smiled at him, and Jisung felt like he might actually float away, spider-powers or no spider-powers. "Though you always look terrified when Professor Kim calls on you."

"That's because Professor Kim is scary," Jisung said without thinking, then immediately regretted it. "I mean, not scary, just... intimidating. In a good way. A respectable way. She could probably kill me with her mind."

You laughed again, stepping a little closer, and Jisung caught a whiff of your perfume, something light and floral that made him a little dizzy. "You're cute when you're nervous."

Jisung was pretty sure his face was now approximately the color of a tomato. "I'm not nervous. This is just my face. My face is just... red. Naturally. I have a condition."

"Your face is very red for someone who's not nervous," you teased, and were you flirting with him? This felt like flirting. Jisung had no idea how to handle flirting.

They talked for what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes. You asked about his major (computer science with a minor in biochemistry), his hobbies (he very carefully avoided mentioning web-slinging and fighting crime), and his thoughts on their upcoming psych exam.

"I have to admit," you said, leaning against the wall beside him, close enough that he could count your eyelashes if he wanted to, "I was hoping I'd run into you tonight."

Jisung's brain stuttered like a broken record. "You were?"

"Mhmm." You were standing close enough that he could see the little flecks of gold in your eyes. "I've been wanting to talk to you for a while, but you always seem to disappear after class. Like you're late for something important."

Because I'm usually running off to fight crime, Jisung thought, but obviously couldn't say that. "I just... I'm not great with crowds. People make me nervous."

"I noticed," you said softly, your voice barely audible over the music. "It's refreshing, actually. Most guys I know are so..." You gestured vaguely around the party at a group of frat boys doing something that probably violated several laws of physics and common sense. "Loud. Obnoxious. You're different."

You were looking at him in a way that made Jisung's heart race for reasons that had nothing to do with impending danger. Your eyes kept flickering down to his lips, and you were definitely leaning closer, and oh god was this actually happening—

His spider-sense exploded.

The familiar tingling sensation hit him like a freight train, so intense he actually winced and grabbed the wall for support. Somewhere in the city, something very bad was happening, and it was big enough that his senses were screaming at him from miles away.

"I..." Jisung looked at you, who were now definitely leaning in for a kiss, your eyes fluttering closed, lips slightly parted, and he wanted to die. "I have to go."

Your eyes snapped open, confusion and hurt flickering across your face. "What?"

"I'm sorry, I just... I think I'm going to be sick. Food poisoning. Very sudden. Rain check?" He was already backing away, cursing his life and his spider-powers and the cosmic forces that seemed determined to ruin any chance he had at happiness.

You looked confused and a little hurt, your arms wrapping around yourself defensively. "Oh. Okay. Feel better, I guess?"

Jisung practically ran through the house, dodging drunk college students and feeling like the world's biggest asshole. He texted Felix and Jay that he was leaving, then ducked into an alley three blocks from the party and changed into his suit, stashing his clothes in a web sac attached to a fire escape.

"This better be worth it," he muttered, swinging toward whatever disaster was waiting for him.

Downtown was chaos.

The villain, who Jisung mentally dubbed "Acid Bath" based on the green, corrosive substance dripping from his hands and eating through everything it touched, was melting through the city like a walking chemistry experiment gone wrong. Cars, street lamps, even the asphalt beneath his feet dissolved like sugar in water, leaving behind a trail of destruction that looked like something out of a horror movie.

"Great," Jisung muttered, perching on a building to assess the situation. The air smelled like burning metal and sulfur, and he could see civilians running in all directions, screaming as they tried to avoid the acid trails. "It's like fighting a walking fucking nightmare."

Acid Bath seemed to be heading toward the financial district, leaving a path of melted destruction in his wake. Whatever his plan was, Jisung needed to stop him before he reached any buildings full of people.

"Hey, Slimer!" Jisung called out, swinging down to street level with practiced ease. "Halloween was last month! Also, your costume is shit!"

The villain turned, his face a grotesque mess of bubbling green scars that looked like they hurt just to exist. When he spoke, his voice was distorted and wet, like he was talking through a mouthful of poison.

"Spider-Man," he hissed, acid dripping from his lips onto the ground with a sizzling sound. "Perfect. I was hoping you'd show up so I could melt that smart mouth right off your face."

"Really? I'm flattered. Most people don't want me to show up to their crime sprees. Usually they're all 'oh no, Spider-Man' and 'please don't web me to a lamppost' and 'I have rights.' Very ungrateful, if you ask me."

Acid Bath lunged forward, his hands outstretched and dripping with that horrifying green substance. Jisung dodged, his enhanced reflexes kicking in, but not before some of the acid splashed onto a nearby car. The metal hissed and bubbled, eating through the door like it was made of paper.

"Okay, that's definitely not covered by insurance," Jisung said, keeping mobile and trying to stay out of range. This was going to be tricky. He couldn't get close enough for physical combat, and his webs wouldn't hold if this asshole could just melt through them.

"So what's your deal?" Jisung asked, staying mobile and trying to keep the villain's attention while he figured out a strategy. "Bad breakup? Failed chemistry exam? Fell into a vat of chemicals because you didn't read the safety manual? Please tell me it's not another 'my dad didn't hug me enough' situation."

"You think this is a joke?" Acid Bath snarled, hurling a glob of acid that Jisung barely avoided. It hit a street lamp behind him, and the metal post crumbled like a stale cookie. "I was a respected scientist until Oscorp destroyed my life! They stole my research, fired me, and blacklisted me from every lab in the city! They all deserve to–"

"Ah, the classic 'evil corporation ruined my life so now I'm going to take it out on innocent people' routine. Very original. Really breaking new ground here."

The fight continued for what felt like hours. Jisung managed to web up some street barriers to contain the villain's movement, but Acid Bath just melted through them like they were made of tissue paper. Every time Jisung tried to get close, another splash of acid would force him back, and the smell was starting to make him lightheaded.

The real problem was the collateral damage. Every missed shot from Acid Bath was destroying property and endangering civilians. Jisung had to keep his attention focused while also herding panicked people away from the danger zone, and it was fucking exhausting.

"You know what your problem is?" Jisung called out, dodging another acid blast that took out a fire hydrant. "You've got no range control. You're like a storm trooper with a chemistry set."

"I'll show you range!" Acid Bath roared, and this time he didn't throw acid—he breathed it out in a wide spray that covered half the street.

Jisung barely managed to swing out of the way. The acid cloud was huge and he could feel droplets hitting his suit, small holes appearing in the fabric. This wasn't sustainable. He needed a new approach.

It wasn't until Jisung noticed a fire hydrant that he got an idea.

"You know what they say about acid," Jisung said, shooting a web at the hydrant and yanking hard. "It doesn't play well with water!"

The hydrant exploded in a geyser of pressurized water, sending a powerful stream directly at the villain. Acid Bath screamed as the water hit him, the acid on his body diluting and neutralizing. Steam rose from his skin as the chemical reaction worked in reverse, and within minutes, he was just a regular guy in a ruined lab coat, unconscious and no longer dangerous.

"And that," Jisung said, webbing the unconscious villain to a convenient lamppost, "is why you should have paid attention in basic chemistry. Water beats acid, rock beats scissors, and Spider-Man beats crazy scientists with poor safety protocols."

He called the police and was about to swing away when he noticed the significant damage to his suit. The acid had eaten through parts of the fabric, and he was pretty sure he had some minor burns on his arms that were going to sting like hell tomorrow.

By the time he made it back to the apartment, it was nearly 3 AM. Felix and Jay were waiting up for him, concern written all over their faces and empty energy drink cans scattered across the coffee table.

"Rough night?" Felix asked, noting Jisung's visible exhaustion and the holes in his suit.

"The roughest," Jisung groaned, collapsing onto the couch and immediately regretting it as the burns on his arms made contact with the fabric. "And I totally blew it with Y/N."

"What happened?" Jay asked, setting down his textbook and giving Jisung his full attention.

Jisung explained the whole situation—well, the part about having to leave suddenly. He left out the details about fighting a walking acid factory and nearly getting dissolved.

"Dude," Felix said sympathetically, running a hand through his hair, "that fucking sucks. But maybe you can explain tomorrow? Tell her you felt better?"

"I don't know," Jisung sighed, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about the look on your face when he'd basically run away from you. "She probably thinks I'm a complete weirdo now. Who does that? Who runs away from someone who's about to kiss them?"

"Someone with really bad timing and a hero complex," Jay said dryly. "But seriously, man, just talk to her. Explain that you weren't feeling well. People get siick, it happens."

"Yeah, but not conveniently right before the most important moment of my entire romantic life," Jisung said miserably.

But the next day, you surprised him.

Jisung was sitting in his usual spot in the back of their psychology class, trying to stay awake despite having gotten maybe three hours of sleep and downing enough caffeine to kill a horse. Professor Kim was droning on about classical conditioning, and Jisung was seriously considering whether it would be less embarrassing to fall asleep in class or to actually die of exhaustion, when you slid into the seat next to him.

"Feeling better?" you asked, and there was genuine concern in your voice rather than annoyance, which was more than Jisung deserved.

"Much better, thank you," Jisung said, straightening up and trying to look like he hadn't spent the night fighting crime and questioning his life choices. "I'm really sorry about last night. I know the timing was... weird."

"It's okay," you said with a smile that made Jisung's heart do something complicated in his chest. "These things happen. Though I have to ask—what kind of food poisoning hits that suddenly? One second we were talking, and the next you looked like you'd seen a ghost."

Jisung's mind raced. "Uh... bad sushi? You know how it is with raw fish. Very unpredictable. Could have been sitting out too long, wrong temperature, contaminated with... fish... bacteria?"

You nodded, though you looked a little skeptical. "Right. Sushi. From where?"

"That place on... Fifth Street. You probably don't know it. Very small. Family-owned. They're... not great with food safety." Jisung was digging himself into a hole, but he couldn't stop talking. "I should have known better, really. The rice looked suspicious."

"Suspicious rice," you repeated, and there was definitely amusement in your voice now.

"Very suspicious. Almost... malevolent."

Before Jisung could make an even bigger fool of himself, Professor Kim started class, saving him from having to explain the theoretical malevolence of sushi rice.

Halfway through the lecture on Pavlov's experiments, you passed him a note: Want to study together after class? I promise no sushi.

Jisung's heart did a little flip. He wrote back: Are you sure? I'm a pretty boring study partner.

Your response made him smile: I doubt that. You made Pavlov's experiments sound interesting last week, and that's basically impossible.

After class, you found a quiet corner in the library, away from the usual chaos of college students pretending to study while actually scrolling through social media. You had brought color-coded notes and highlighters, while Jisung had a single notebook that looked like it had been through a war zone.

"Okay," you said, spreading your materials out on the table with the efficiency of someone who actually had their shit together, "I'm thinking we start with the chapters on learning theory and work our way through to cognitive development?"

"Sounds good," Jisung agreed, trying not to stare at how organized your notes were. Everything was neat and categorized, with little diagrams and highlighted key points, while his looked like he'd taken them during an earthquake while riding a mechanical bull.

They'd been studying for about an hour, and Jisung was actually starting to relax, when you asked, "So what got you interested in psychology? It's not exactly the most obvious choice for a computer science major."

Jisung considered his answer carefully. He couldn't exactly say that understanding human behavior had become crucial for his superhero work—knowing how people reacted in crisis situations, understanding what motivated criminals, figuring out how to calm down panicked civilians. That would raise questions he wasn't ready to answer.

"I guess I've always been interested in how people think," he said finally, twirling his pen between his fingers. "Like, why do people make the choices they do? What drives someone to help others, or to hurt them? What makes someone risk their life for strangers, or throw their life away for revenge? It's all just... fascinating to me."

You nodded thoughtfully, resting your chin on your hand. "That's really cool. Most people I know just take it for the easy credit."

"Is that why you're taking it?" Jisung asked.

"Partially," you admitted with a laugh. "But also because I'm thinking about switching my major. I'm in business right now, but it doesn't feel... meaningful, you know? I want to do something that actually helps people."

Jisung looked at you with new respect. Here you were, beautiful and popular and probably capable of doing anything you wanted, and you were thinking about giving up a potentially lucrative career to help people.

"What are you thinking of switching to?"

"Maybe social work? Or counseling psychology? I haven't decided yet." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking a little embarrassed. "I know it sounds naive, but I want to make a difference. I want to help people who are struggling, who don't have anyone else in their corner."

"It doesn't sound naive at all," Jisung said earnestly, leaning forward. "I think that's really admirable. The world needs more people who actually give a shit about others."

You smiled at him, and it was different from your other smiles—softer, more genuine. "You're really sweet, you know that?"

They continued studying, but the conversation had shifted to more personal topics. You told him about growing up in a small town, about your parents' expectations for your business degree, about your fears of disappointing people.

In return, Jisung found himself opening up more than he had with anyone except Felix and Jay, talking about the pressure of his pre-med parents who couldn't understand why he'd swithed to computer science, about feeling like he was always letting people down.

"You know," you said as you were packing up your books, "I had kind of a crush on you freshman year."

Jisung nearly dropped his notebook. "You what?"

"You probably don't remember, but we had Biology 101 together. You sat two rows in front of me, and you always asked the most thoughtful questions. I kept hoping you'd notice me, but you seemed so focused on your studies."

"I..." Jisung's brain was having trouble processing this information. "I had no idea. I thought you were way out of my league."

"Out of your league?" You laughed, and it was that bright, genuine sound that made his chest warm. "Jisung, you're brilliant, you're sweet, and you're incredibly cute when you get excited about something. How could you be out of anyone's league?"

Before Jisung could respond, your friends appeared at the table like they'd materialized from thin air. He recognized them—Rei and Lara, both part of the popular crowd that usually wouldn't give him a second glance.

"There you are!" Rei exclaimed, slightly out of breath like she'd been running around the library. "We've been looking everywhere for you."

"Hey guys," you said, but there was a slight edge to your voice, like you weren't entirely pleased by the interruption. "This is Jisung. Jisung, meet Rei and Lara."

"Hi," Jisung said awkwardly, giving them a small wave and immediately feeling like an idiot for waving.

Lara looked between you and Jisung with a knowing smile that made Jisung's stomach twist with anxiety. "Oh, so this is the guy you've been talking about."

Your cheeks turned pink. "Lara!"

"What? I'm just saying, you've mentioned him like five times this week." Lara turned to Jisung with a grin that was either friendly or predatory, he couldn't tell. "She thinks you're very smart."

Jisung felt his own face heating up. "I... thank you?"

Reigiggled. "You're adorable. Y/N, you should totally ask him to—"

"Okay!" you interrupted, standing up quickly and shooting your friends a look that could kill. "I think that's enough embarrassment for one day. Jisung, I should let you get going."

"Right," Jisung said, gathering his things and trying to ignore the knowing looks your friends were exchanging.

"Thanks for studying with me. Same time tomorrow?"

"Definitely," you said with a smile.

As Jisung walked away, he could hear your friends immediately start talking in excited whispers. He couldn't make out the words, but their tone was encouraging, which he chose to take as a good sign.

The next day after class, Jisung was at his locker, trying to organize the disaster that was his backpack, when you appeared beside him looking determined but nervous.

"Hey," you said, fidgeting with your phone case. "So I was wondering... are you free Saturday evening? Around seven?"

Jisung's heart started racing like he'd just web-swung across the city. "Saturday? Yeah, I think so. Why?"

"There's this new roller coaster at Luna Park—The Cyclone's Revenge. I've been dying to try it, but none of my friends are into extreme rides." You bit your lip, and Jisung was momentarily distracted by the gesture.

"Would you want to go with me? Like... as a date?"

Jisung was pretty sure his heart had stopped beating. You were asking him out. You, the girl he'd been pining after for two years, were asking him on a date.

"Yes," he said immediately, not trusting himself to form more complex sentences without fucking it up. "Yes, I would love that. Seven pm. Saturday. Roller coasters. Yes."

Your face lit up with a brilliant smile that made Jisung feel like he could probably fly without the web-shooters. "Really? Great! I'll text you the details."

"Perfect," Jisung managed, though he was pretty sure he was grinning like an idiot.

After you left, Jisung stood at his locker for a full minute, trying to process what had just happened.

He had a date.

With you.

An actual date.

He was so caught up in his excitement that he didn't notice his spider-sense giving him a very faint warning tingle.

—

Meanwhile, across campus, you were having your own crisis in your dorm room with Lara sprawled across your bed, critiquing your outfit choices with the dedication of a fashion editor.

"No, absolutely not," Lara said, pointing dramatically at the conservative blouse you were holding up. "You look like you're going to a job interview at a bank. This is supposed to be fun, Y/N. Fun and flirty and 'please kiss me on the Ferris wheel.'"

you tossed the blouse aside with a sigh. " I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard."

"Babes, you've been talking about this boy for weeks. You're already trying hard. The question is whether you want to look cute while doing it." Lara sat up, fixing you with a serious look. "When's the last time you went on a real date? Not some group hang or study session disguised as romantic interest. An actual, honest-to-god date."

You paused, considering. "Um... sophomore year? That guy from my economics class?"

"Soobin from Econ who spent the entire dinner talking about cryptocurrency and his dad's boat?" Lara's expression was horrified. "That wasn't a date, that was a humanitarian crisis. You deserve better than Soobin from Econ."

"Jisung is definitely better than Soobin from Econ," you agreed, pulling out a a cream or off-white knitted sweater dress with an off-shoulder design that has black ribbon ties at the neckline, with a cute flared skirt at the bottom.t hit just above your knees. "What about this one?"

Lara tilted her head, considering. "Better. The color is perfect, and it's casual enough for an amusement park but still cute enough to show you made an effort. But..." She rummaged through your closet pulling out your long boots before grabbing some longass creme socks in your accessories drawer. "Add this. Trust me."

You tried on the combination, turning to look at yourself in the mirror. The outfit was perfect—comfortable enough for walking around an amusement park all evening, but flattering and feminine. You looked like yourself, just... elevated.

"Okay, but what if he doesn't show up?" you asked, voicing the fear that had been nagging at you since you'd asked him out. "What if he gets that mysterious food poisoning again?"

"Then he's an idiot and call me and Rei and we will all go together, even if we don’t really like roller coasters" Lara said firmly. "But he's not going to bail. Did you see his face when you asked him out? The boy looked like he'd won the lottery."

"He did look pretty happy," you admitted, unable to suppress your smile at the memory.

"Happy? Y/N, I thought he was going to combust on the spot. His face went so red I was genuinely concerned about his blood pressure." Lara grinned, flopping back down on your bed. "Trust me, he'll be there. Probably early, knowing him."

You spent the next hour getting ready, with Lara providing commentary on everything from your hair, to your makeup. By the time you were finished, you felt confident and excited rather than nervous.

"You look gorgeous," Lara said sincerely, giving you a quick hug. "And more importantly, you look happy. When you talk about Jisung, you get this little smile that you don't get with anyone else."

"Really?" you asked, checking your reflection one more time.

"Really. It's like... you light up. It's disgusting how cute it is." Lara grabbed her keys from your desk. "Come on, I'll drive you to the subway. Can't you get sweaty before your big date."

As you gathered your purse and checked that you had everything, Lara continued her pep talk. "Remember, just be yourself. He already likes you—the real you, not some perfect version. And if conversation gets awkward, just ask him about school or his hobbies or whatever nerdy thing he's passionate about. Boys love talking about themselves."

"What if I say something stupid?"

"Then you say something stupid. Everyone says stupid things on dates. It's like a rite of passage." Lara opened the door, gesturing for you to follow. "Besides, something tells me Jisung won't mind. He seems like the type who finds rambling endearing."

—

Saturday evening found Jisung in their apartment bathroom, staring at his reflection while Felix and Jay argued over his outfit choices like he was their personal Ken doll.

"The blue sweater makes him look approachable," Felix was saying, holding up a soft blue pullover. "Like, 'hi, I'm a nice guy who won't murder you on the first date.'"

"The button-down makes him look more mature," Jay countered, waving a white Oxford shirt. "This is a date, not a fucking study session. He needs to look like he has his shit together."

"I can hear you both, you know," Jisung called from the bathroom, where he was having a minor breakdown about his hair. No matter what he did, it looked like he'd stuck his finger in an electrical socket. "And I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself."

"Evidence suggests otherwise," Felix called back. "Remember what you wore to orientation?"

"That shirt was fine!"

"It had a periodic table on it, Jisung. And not in a cool, vintage way. In a 'please wedgie me' way."

Jisung emerged from the bathroom to find his entire wardrobe spread across Jay's bed, organized by color and style. His friends took fashion very seriously, probably more seriously than he took saving the city.

"Okay," Jay said, looking him up and down critically like he was judging a fashion show. "Dark jeans—good choice. Now we just need to decide on the tpop."

After much debate and several threats of violence, they settled on the blue sweater with a dark jacket. Jisung had to admit he looked pretty good—casual but put-together, approachable but not sloppy.

"Remember," Felix said as Jisung was getting ready to leave, "be yourself. She already likes you, so just relax and have fun."

"And please," Jay added, "try not to info-dump about spider facts or whatever. Save that for the third date."

"I don't info-dump," Jisung protested.

Both his friends gave him a look.

"Fine, I'll try to keep the science talk to a minimum," he conceded.

"And if your 'food poisoning' acts up," Felix said with air quotes, "try to give her some warning this time instead of just running away like the building's on fire."

"I'll do my best," Jisung said, though they all knew that if his spider-sense went off, he'd have no choice but to bail.

Jisung left the apartment at 6:20, planning to arrive fashionably early. Luna Park was only a twenty-minute subway ride away, which would put him there right around 6:45—early enough to show he was eager, not so early that he looked desperate.

At least, that was the plan.

He was walking toward the subway station, mentally rehearsing conversation topics and trying not to think about all the ways this could go wrong, when his spider-sense went off like a fire alarm.

"No," he said out loud, stopping dead in the middle of the sidewalk while pedestrians flowed around him like water around a rock. "No, no, no. Not tonight. Any night but tonight."

But his senses were screaming at him, that familiar tingling sensation so intense it was almost painful. Whatever was happening, it was big, and it was close, and people were going to die if he didn't act.

Jisung pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over your contact. How could he explain this? How could he tell you that he had to bail on the most important date of his life because his superhero responsibilities were calling?

In the distance, he could hear sirens and screaming. The choice was made for him.

He ducked into an alley, quickly changing into his suit and stashing his date clothes in a web sac. As he swung toward the chaos, he sent you a text: Emergency came up, running late. DON'T LEAVE. I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm so sorry.

Luna Park was in complete chaos when Jisung arrived.

What had started as a normal Saturday evening at the amusement park had turned into a nightmare scenario. The villain, who looked like a cross between a medieval knight and a construction vehicle, was systematically destroying rides and terroriziing families. His armor was covered in spinning blades and hydraulic pistons, and every step he took left cracks in the concrete.

"Great," Jisung muttered, surveying the scene from a nearby building. "It's like if a transformer had a baby with a blender and raised it on steroids."

The villain, who Jisung immediately dubbed "Shredder" (because creativity was not his strong suit under pressure), was currently taking apart the Tilt-a-Whirl like it was made of tinker toys. Families were screaming and running in all directions, parents scooping up children and pushing through the panicked crowds toward the exits.

But what made Jisung's blood run cold was the sight of people trapped on various rides that had been damaged in the attack. The Ferris wheel had stopped moving with several cars stuck at the top, swaying dangerously in the evening wind. The roller coaster—the same one he was supposed to be riding with you, had derailed partway through its circuit, leaving passengers stranded on a twisted section of track thirty feet in the air.

"Attention, insects!" Shredder bellowed, his voice amplified by some kind of speaker system built into his armor. "You have thirty minutes to evacuate this pathetic excuse for entertainment before I reduce it to scrap metal! Anyone who remains will be processed along with the machinery!"

"Processed?" Jisung swung down to get a better look at the situation. "Who talks like that? What is this, a fucking factory?"

The first priority was getting the trapped civilians to safety. Jisung webbed his way up to the roller coaster, where a family of four was clinging to their safety harnesses in a car that was tilted at a dangerous angle.

"Hey there," Jisung said, trying to sound calm and reassuring despite the chaos around them. "Everyone okay up here?"

"Spider-Man!" the father gasped, relief flooding his voice. "Thank god. We can't get out, the safety system won't release."

"No problem. I'm going to get you down one at a time, okay? Just stay calm and hold tight."

Jisung worked quickly, using his webs to create a stable anchor point and then lowering each family member to safety. The mother was crying by the time her feet hit solid ground, clutching her children and thanking him over and over.

"Get to the exits," Jisung told them. "Stay away from the big scary robot, and you'll be fine."

He repeated this process for the other trapped passengers, his enhanced strength and agility allowing him to move quickly between the twisted sections of track. But every second he spent on rescue operatons was another second for Shredder to cause more destruction.

By the time he'd cleared the roller coaster, the villain had moved on to the Ferris wheel. Jisung watched in horror as one of the mechanical arms extending from Shredder's armor began sawing through the support structure, causing the entire wheel to groan and sway.

"Oh, come on!" Jisung yelled, swinging toward the Ferris wheel as fast as he could. "Do you have any idea how much therapy these people are going to need?"

That's when he saw you.

You were in one of the cars near the bottom of the Ferris wheel, trapped with what looked like a mechanical malfunction keeping the safety bar locked in place. Unlike the other passengers who were screaming or crying, you were trying to work the release mechanism yourself, your face set in determined concentration.

Jisung's heart stopped. You were supposed to be at the entrance, waiting for him. You weren't supposed to be in danger. This was exactly the kind of situation he'd been trying to avoid by keeping his identity secret, the people he cared about getting hurt because of his superhero life.

"Hey, Tin Man!" Jisung called out, landing on the Ferris wheel's framework with a metallic clang. "Yeah, you with the obvious compensation issues! Leave the civilians alone and fight someone your own size!"

Shredder turned, his glowing red eyes focusing on Jisung with what seemed like amusement. "Spider-Man. I was hoping you'd show up. Destroying you will be much more satisfying than dismantling these primitive entertainment devices."

"Primiitive? Dude, do you know how much engineering goes into a Ferris wheel? The load calculations alone are incredibly complex. But I guess you wouldn't understand that, being more of a 'smash things with giant metal fists' kind of guy."

Shredder lunged forward, faster than something that size should have been able to move. Jisung barely dodged the swipe from a rotating blade that would have taken his head off, the metal scraping against the Ferris wheel's support beam and sending sparks flying.

"You talk too much, web-slinger!" Shredder snarled, his mechanical arms extending like deadly tentacles. "Let me help you with that problem!"

The fight that followed was unlike anything Jisung had experienced. Shredder wasn't just strong,he was a walking arsenal. Blades extended from his arms, his back, even his legs. Hydraulic pistons gave him incredible striking power, and his armor seemed to absorb the impact from Jisung's punches like they were love taps.

Every time Jisung tried to web him up, the spinning blades cut through the synthetic material like it was tissue paper. When he tried to get close for hand-to-hand combat, the mechanical arms would lash out, forcing him to stay mobile and defensive.

The real problem was the collateral damage. Every missed attack from Shredder was damaging the Ferris wheel's structure further, causing the cars to swing more violently. Jisung could hear the metal groaning under the stress, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the whole structure came down.

"You know what your problem is?" Jisung called out, dodging a particularly vicious combination attack that left gouges in the concrete where he'd been standing. "You're like a Swiss Army knife that only knows how to cut things. Very one-dimensional. Have you considered therapy?"

"I'll show you one-dimensional!" Shredder roared, and this time instead of attacking Jisung directly, he turned his attention to the Ferris wheel's main support column.

"No, no, no!" Jisung shot a web line and swung directly at Shredder, hitting him with a full-body tackle that would have flattened a normal person. Instead, it felt like hitting a brick wall, and Jisung bounced off, winded.

But it was enough to interrupt Shredder's attack on the support structure. The villain turned his attention back to Jisung, apparently deciding that the satisfaction of destroying Spider-Man was worth more than bringing down the Ferris wheel.

"You want to play hero?" Shredder advanced on Jisung, his blades spinning faster now, creating a sound like a dozen chainsaws. "Let's see how heroiic you feel when I turn you into spider paste!"

The attacks came faster now, a whirlwind of metal and hydraulics that forced Jisung to use every ounce of his enhanced reflexes. He couldn't go on the offensive—all of his energy was focused on staying alive and keeping Shredder's attention away from the civilians.

It was during one particularly close call, when a spinning blade passed close enough to his face that he could feel the wind from it, that Jisung noticed something. The hydraulic lines powering Shredder's mechanical arms were exposed at the joints, protected only by flexible rubber coverings.

"You know," Jisung said, shooting a web to swing out of range of another attack, "for all your fancy engineering, you've got a pretty obvious design flaw."

"What are you talking about, inspect?"

Instead of answering, Jisung shot a precise web line at one of the hydraulic joints, yanking hard. The rubber covering tore away, and hydraulic fluid began spraying out under pressure. One of Shredder's mechanical arms immediately lost power, going limp.

"Hydraulics 101," Jisung said, targeting another joint. "Great power, but vulnerable to pressure loss. Maybe next time invest in better protective covering?"

Shredder roared in fury as more of his mechanical arms lost power, but he wasn't done yet. The blades built into his main armor were still functioning, and he launched himself at Jisung with berserker rage.

This time, Jisung was ready. He used Shredder's momentum against him, webbing his feet and causing him to trip forward. As the villain stumbled, Jisung webbed up his remaining functional weapons, layer after layer of synthetic material until the spinning blades were clogged and useless.

"And that," Jisung said, delivering a punch that finally seemed to have some effect on the now-powerless villain, "is why you should never put all your eggs in one mechanical basket."

Shredder collapsed, his armor powered down and his weapons neutralized. Jisung webbed him securely to a nearby lamppost, then immediately turned his attention to the Ferris wheel.

The structure was badly damaged but still standing. Most of the cars had been evacuated during the fight, but you were still trapped in yours, still working at the release mechanism with admirable determination.

Jisung swung up to your car, trying to keep his voice steady and professional despite his racing heart. "Ma'am, I'm going to get you out of there, okay?"

You looked up at him, and for a moment, Jisung thought you were going to recognize him. There was something in your eyes, a flicker of familiarity that made his stomach drop. But then you smiled—that same bright, genuine smile that had made him fall for you in the first place.

"Thank you," you said, and your voice was steady despite everything you'd just been through. "The safety release is jammed. I think something got bent when that metal guy was attacking the wheel."

"No problem. Let me take a look."

Jisung examined the mechanism, trying to ignore how close he was to you, how he could smell your perfume even through his mask. The release was indeed jammed, twisted metal preventing the safety bar from lifting.

"I'm going to have to break this," he said. "It might be a little jarring, but I'll get you out."

"Do what you need to do," you said, then added with a small laugh, "I've had enough amusement park rides for one evening."

Jisung carefully applied pressure to the twisted metal, his enhanced strength allowing him to bend it back into shape without damaging the car further. The safety bar popped open with a satisfying click.

"There we go," he said, offering you his hand to help you out of the car. "You're free."

But as you took his hand, something unexpected happened. Instead of just helping you up, you pulled yourself closer, studying his face—or what you could see of it behind the mask.

"Your voice," you said quietly, your eyes searching his. "It sounds... familiar."

Jisung's heart stopped. This was it. This was the moment his carefully constructed double life came crashing down. He should deny it, make some joke about having a common voice, swing away before you could figure it out.

Instead, he found himself frozen, looking into your eyes and seeing recognition dawning there.

"Jisung?" you whispered, so quietly he almost didn't hear it over the sound of sirens and distant shouting. "Is that... is that you?"

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. All the chaos around them, the damaged amusement park, the approaching police sirens, the crowds of people, aded into background noise. It was just the two of them, suspended in a car on a damaged Ferris wheel, with the biggest secret of his life hanging in the air between them.

Jisung opened his mouth to answer, to either confirm or deny, to figure out what the hell he was supposed to say in this situation. But before he could speak, his spider-sense went off again.

Not the overwhelming alarm that had brought him here in the first place, but a sharp, focused warning that made him spin around to scan their surroundings. Something was wrong. Something was—

"LOOK OUT!"

The shout came from somewhere below them. Jisung looked down to see that Shredder, who should have been unconscious and securely webbed to a lamppost, was somehow back on his feet. The villain had activated some kind of emergency power system, and his armor was sparking with electrical energy.

"You think you’ve won spiderman?!?" Shredder bellowed, raising his arms toward the Ferris wheel. "If i can’t get my revenge! NO ONE gets to leave”

The mechanical arms that Jisung had disabled were powering back up, but not for precision attacks this time. Instead, they were glowing with some kind of energy buildup, like Shredder was preparing to overload his entire system.

"He's going to self-destruct," Jisung realized with horror. "He's going to take out the whole Ferris wheel."

You were still looking at him with that expression of dawning recognition, but now there was also fear in your eyes as you realized what was happening. "Jisung, what—"

"Hold on," Jisung said, not bothering to deny his identity anymore. There would be time for explanations later—if they survived the next few minutes. "Hold on tight."

He wrapped one arm around your waist and shot a web line with the other, swinging both of you out of the Ferris wheel car just as Shredder's armor reached critical overload.

The explosion was massive, a bloom of fire and electricity that lit up the evening sky. The shockwave hit them in mid-swing, and Jisung had to adjust his trajectory to avoid the flying debris. He landed hard on a section of undamaged ground, rolling to absorb the impact and shielding you with his body as pieces of metal rained down around them.

When the dust settled, the Ferris wheel was gone. Just... gone. Where it had stood moments before was now a twisted pile of metal and smoking debris. If they had been in that car for even a few more seconds...

"Holy shit," you breathed, staring at the destruction. "We could have been killed."

"Are you hurt?" Jisung asked, checking you over for injuries despite the fact that he was probably in worse shape than you were. The explosion had singed parts of his suit, and he was pretty sure he had some new cuts and bruises to add to his collection.

"I'm okay," you said, but your voice was shaky. "Thanks to you."

They sat there for a moment in the midst of the chaos, both trying to process what had just happened. Around them, police and paramedics were arriving on the scene, helping evacuate the remaining civilians and dealing with the aftermath of the attack.

"I should go," Jisung said, starting to stand up. "The police will want to ask questions, and I need to"

"Wait." You grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Jisung, please. Don't run away from me again."

He looked down at you, seeing the hurt in your eyes from the party, from all the times he'd had to leave suddenly, from the lies and half-truths and missed opportunities. You deserved better than that. You deserved the truth.

"Meet me tomorrow night," he said impulsively. "The alley behind the science building. Ten PM. I'll explain everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything I can," he promised. "Everything you want to know."

You nodded, and there was something in your expression that gave him hope. Not just understanding, but acceptance. Like maybe, just maybe, you weren't going to run away from this crazy revelation.

"Go," you said softly. "Before someone sees you."

Jisung hesitated for just a moment longer, looking at you sitting there in the ruins of what should have been your first date, your dress torn and your hair messed up but your eyes still bright and determined. Then he shot a web line and swung away into the night, leaving you with paramedics and police officers and a million questions that would have to wait until tomorrow.

—

The next evening, Jisung paced back and forth in the alley behind the science building, checking his phone every thirty seconds and trying not to throw up from nervousness.

He'd spent the entire day going over what he was going to say, how he was going to explain everything without sounding completely insane. How do you tell someone that you've been lying to them about your entire identity? That every time you'd disappeared or acted weird, it was because you were running off to fight crime in a costume?

At exactly ten PM, you appeared at the mouth of the alley, looking beautiful and nervous and determined all at once. You'd changed out of your torn dress from the night before into jeans and a sweater, but you still looked perfect to Jisung.

"Hi," you said, walking toward him slowly, like you were approaching a wild animal that might bolt at any sudden movement.

"Hi," Jisung replied, his voice cracking slightly. "Thanks for coming. I wasn't sure you would."

"I almost didn't," you admitted, stopping a few feet away from him. "I spent all day convincing myself that last night was some kind of stress-induced hallucination. That there was no way the guy I've been crushing on for two years is actually Spider-Man."

"I know how it sounds," Jisung said miserably. "I know it's insane and I know I should have told you sooner, but I couldn't. Not because I didn't trust you, but because... because people I care about get hurt when they know. Last night proved that."

"Is that why you kept leaving?" you asked. "The party, and all those times after class when you'd suddenly have to go somewhere?"

"Yeah." Jisung ran a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at your face. "My spider-sense—it's like an early warning system. When something bad is about to happen, when people are in danger, I can feel it. And I can't ignore it. Even when I want to more than anything in the world."

You were quiet for a long moment, processing this information. Then you asked, "How long?"

"Six months. Since the spider bite during that field trip to Oscorp." Jisung finally looked at you, and he was surprised to see that you didn't look angry or scared. Just... thoughtful. "Felix and Jay know. They're the only ones who know."

"That explains a lot," you said with a small laugh. "I always wondered why they covered for you so much with the whole 'food poisoning' thing."

"You knew about that?"

"Jisung, you allegedly got food poisoning like fifteen times this semester. Either you have the worst immune system in history, or you were lying about something." You stepped closer, and Jisung's heart started racing for reasons that had nothing to do with danger. "I just never imagined it was because you were secretly saving people."

"Are you... are you okay with this?" Jisung asked hesitantly. "Because I understand if you're not. It's a lot, and it's dangerous, and I totally get it if you want to pretend last night never happened and go back to normal."

Instead of answering immediately, you reached up and touched his face gently, your fingers tracing along his jawline where his mask would normally sit.

"When I was trapped in that Ferris wheel car," you said softly, "and I saw you swinging toward me, do you know what I thought?"

Jisung shook his head, not trusting his voice.

"I thought, 'of course it's him.' Not Spider-Man—you. Of course it was you coming to save me. Because that's who you are, Jisung. You're the person who helps people, who puts others before himself, who runs toward danger instead of away from it. The costume doesn't change that. It just makes it official."

Jisung felt like he might cry. "Y/N..."

"I'm not going anywhere," you said firmly. "I mean, I might need some time to process the whole 'my crush is a superhero' thing, and we're definitely going to need to have some conversations about safety and communication. But I'm not going anywhere."

Before Jisung could respond, you stood up on your tiptoes and kissed him. It was soft and sweet and perfect, everything he'd imagined their first kiss would be. When you pulled away, you were both smiling.

"So," you said, staying close enough that he could count your eyelashes, "I believe you owe me a proper date. One without any metal villains or exploding Ferris wheels."

"I can probably manage that," Jisung said, grinning. "Though I can't promise there won't be any interruptions. The whole superhero thing doesn't really come with regular hours."

"I'll take my chances," you said, then added with a mischievous smile, "Besides, dating Spider-Man has to come with some pretty interesting stories."

Two Months Later

You were walking home from your evening class, taking the long way through the quieter part of campus because you enjoyed the peace after a day of lectures and studying. It was a Thursday night, and the campus was mostly empty except for a few other students heading back to their dorms.

You'd been dating Jisung for two months now, and it had been... an adjustment. Learning to date someone with a secret identity came with its own unique challenges. There were the sudden disappearances when his spider-sense went off, the nights when he'd show up at your window with cuts and bruises he'd explain away as "rough patrol," and the constant worry that came with loving someone who put their life on the line for strangers.

But there were also the incredible moments. The way he'd swing by your dorm room window just to say goodnight. The time he'd stopped a mugging three blocks from your apartment and then shown up for your study date five minutes later, slightly out of breath but smiling. The growing realization that you were in love with someone who was genuinely, selflessly good.

You were thinking about this, smiling to yourself as you walked through the alley that was a shortcut to your building, when you heard the familiar sound of web-shooters.

"You know," came a voice from above you, "it's not safe for pretty girls to walk alone through dark alleys at night."

You looked up to see a familiar red and blue figure hanging upside down from a web attached to the fire escape above. Even through the mask, you could tell he was grinning.

"Good thing I have my own personal superhero to protect me," you said, walking over to stand directly beneath him.

"Oh really? And who might that be?" Jisung asked, lowering himself on his web until he was hanging at your eye level, still upside down.

"Just this guy I know," you said casually, reaching up to roll his mask up just enough to expose his lips. "He's pretty amazing. Saves the city, helps old ladies cross the street, looks great in spandex."

"Sounds like a catch," Jisung murmured, his voice slightly muffled by the mask.

"He is," you agreed,

He slips his mask up to expose his mouth and nose.

Without thinking you grabbed his face and kissed him.

It was just like the movies—the upside-down kiss in the alley, romantic and perfect and slightly ridiculous. When you pulled away, you were both laughing.

"I love you," Jisung said, and even though he'd said it before, it still made your heart race.

"I love you too, Spider-boy," you replied, straightening his mask back down. "Now come down from there and walk me home properly. And try not to get distracted by any crimes in progress."

"No promises," Jisung said, flipping right-side up and landing gracefully beside you. "But for you, I'll try to keep the heroics to a minimum."

He took your hand, and you walked together through the quiet campus, just two college students in love. The fact that one of you happened to have superpowers and a tendency to swing from buildings was just a detail—an important one, but just a detail nonetheless.

As you reached your building, you turned to say goodnight, but Jisung was already looking up at the sky with that familiar expression that meant his spider-sense was tingling.

"Go," you said, before he could even explain. "Be safe. Text me when you get home."

"I love you," he said again, pulling you close for one more quick kiss.

"I love you too. Now go save the city, Spider-Man."

You watched him swing away into the night, his red and blue suit disappearing into the darkness between buildings. Then you headed inside, smiling to yourself and thinking about how much your life had changed since that first party where you'd almost kissed a boy who turned out to be so much more than you'd ever imagined.

Dating a superhero wasn't easy, but it was worth it. He was worth it.

And somewhere in the distance, you could hear the sound of web-shooters and Jisung's voice calling out some smartass comment to whatever villain was unlucky enough to cross his path tonight. You fell asleep to that sound, knowing that the city was a little bit safer because the boy you loved was out there protecting it.

A/N: an apology fic for failing to finish up my hyunjin fic!! Love you boogers!

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