#a loyal right-hand man to the most dangerous kingpin in the city

[breadharmskoi]

the fallen hero series has so many filipinos in it even if you don't count my filipino sidestep and his hollow ground big bro. like so many that it's crazy to me. i have never seen this many filipinos in a not-filipino piece of media Ever. In My Entire Life. like Argent is part filipino. Jake Manalo is filipino. Mia Ochoa is (i think) filipino. i am slurping this shit up and weeping with joy about it you do not understand

[myforeverforlife]

Sweet Lies (4).

This is the last part of the series! Thank you everyone for giving love to this fic, I’m glad that you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it!

Word Count: 5,636

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To say that your friends watched over you carefully after the museum incident was an understatement. They made it their duty to have at least one of them in contact with you whenever they could. Kyungsoo had even been staying at your apartment with you for the past couple of weeks. When your parents had come back from their trip, they had been just as protective of you. 

“Maybe you should move back in with us,�� your mother had told you when you went to visit them, pacing back and forth in your family’s living room.

“Mom, I’m fine. It’s been a while and they haven’t done anything. The police have even gone out of their way to give me updates on the Kingpin and his men in prison.”

“How do you know that they won’t try something again? We just want to keep you safe, sweetheart,” your father spoke from beside you on the faded, worn-down couch that had been with your family for ages.

“I know.” You leaned over, head resting on his shoulder as your father patted your back. You let him continue to soothe you, just like he used to do when you were a child. “But I’m being safe, and I make sure that someone knows where I am whenever I’m not at home. Plus, the Kingpin and his henchmen are confirmed to be locked up in their cells. I’m not as worried as I used to be. I’ll be fine.”

Your mother paused her movements, shoulders slumping as she realized that no amount of convincing and reasoning would get you to come back home to her. “Fine,” she murmured, voice choked up with tears.

“Mom,” you exclaimed, jumping up from your spot on the couch and embracing her in a warm hug. You hadn’t expected her to react so strongly, but then again, she had always been the one to worry the most in your family. She smothered you in her hold, sniffling as she smoothed down your hair.

“You’re my baby, and I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered.

“And you won’t,” you told her. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Your arms ached as you carried folders of old, laminated manuscripts back to your office. You had been tasked with doing a commemorative article on several pieces that your company had published twenty years ago. This required a lot of digging through old issues of the company’s magazine, scavenging through the archives for relevant pieces. Since this celebratory piece was so important, you had been spending more time at work this past week. You were often the last one in the office, staying until midnight as you pored over materials. 

Tonight was no different.

As you walked down the dimly lit hallway, you made an agreement with yourself to head home after dropping off your research articles at your office. The late nights were taking a toll on you, and you were desperately craving sleep. A pinging noise came from the phone in your back pocket, but you were too preoccupied to stop and check your phone. 

You pushed the door to your office open with your hip, grateful that you had left it unlocked when you went down to the archival basement. Your good mood vanished, however, once you realized who was sitting in your office chair.

The folders slipped out of your hands, falling onto the floor with a soft thud. You were gasping for air, trying to find some way to get your body to turn around, to scream for help, to do something. But you were frozen in place, unable to do anything but stare into the eyes of the man in front of you:

The Kingpin’s henchman from the museum.

“It took a bit of hunting on our part,” he graveled out, putting his feet up on your desk. “And a bit of prison breaking and diversion from some of the Kingpin’s loyal allies. But we found you.”

Your breathing was picking up again, horrifyingly similar to how it had been when you were trapped in the museum room. Internally, you were screaming at yourself to run! But once again, it was as if you had no control over your own body, like you were only a spectator watching yourself from afar.

“Y/N, professional journalist for three years, moved to the big city as a child.” The man’s voice grew colder as he spoke, watching you unblinkingly. “Possible acquaintance to Spiderman.”

“What?” you choked out feebly, the only thing that you were able to muster up the energy to do.

“It was all over the news: Spiderman comforts terror-stricken woman in horrible museum attack,” the man quoted in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Luckily, the boss has some pretty good connections, and we were able to find out who you are. The only question is, why did Spiderman pay such close attention to you? He’s never been like this with any of the civilians, so why you all of a sudden?”

His legs dropped from your desk to the floor, and the man stood up, creeping towards you with carefully calculated steps.

Your legs were trembling furiously by that point, and you took shaky steps backwards in an attempt to get away. However, your back soon made contact with what you could instantly tell was not the cold, stiff surface of your office door.

A pair of arms encircled you in a vice grip, holding you in place while the Kingpin’s henchman came to stand face to face with you. “You can make this easy on yourself and tell us who Spiderman really is,” his voice rumbled out. “Or, we can do this the hard way.”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t know who he is,” you stammered, willing yourself not to lose your composure in front of these criminals.

The henchman clucked his tongue in pity, nodding at the person holding you in place.

“The hard way it is, then.”

Jongdae was on his nightly patrol, swinging through the city and stopping to help those in need. Tony Stark hadn’t needed him for any Avengers related missions lately, so Jongdae had been free to focus on keeping his hometown safe. He was grateful for this, since it meant he got more time to spend with his loved ones.

He landed on top of a billboard, crouching down as he surveyed the city. Nothing out of the ordinary tonight.

“Maybe I should just call it a night,” he thought to himself, pulling his phone out from a concealed pocket in his suit. Just as he opened it up to look for any messages, the wailing of police cars came zooming past on the street below him. Without a moment of hesitation, Jongdae put his phone away in record time and jumped down from the sign, swinging from rooftop to rooftop until he landed on top of one of the police cars.

He peeked under the top of the car, waving at the officers inside through the window. The officers were definitely surprised, to say the least, the driver lowering the window tentatively while his partner gaped at Jongdae.

“Hello, officers. What’s the issue?” Jongdae asked. No matter how many times he used this suit that Tony Stark had gifted to him as a thank-you, he still wasn’t used to the voice distortion technology that had been added. He could barely even recognize his own voice.

“A woman’s been spotted at the top of the Albright Tower,” answered the police officer in the passenger’s seat. Her mouth was still agape, like a fish out of water.

“A woman? Is she trying to jump?”

“No, she’s been tied to the fencing around the top of the skyscraper. The only thing keeping her up is the ledge she’s standing on. A man claiming to be working with the Kingpin sent out a message to the local police to tell Spiderman that he had his ‘museum girl’. But Downtown city police just reported an hour ago that none of the Kingpin’s accomplices had been removed from the city jail, and they’re still full with not one single cell reporting a missing person.” A worried frown appeared on the officer’s face. “Do you know the woman?”

Fear spread throughout Jongdae, more intense than any that he had ever felt before. It was as if ice was spreading through his veins, chilling him to the bone. If his guess was right...

“Thank you, officers. I’ll meet you there. Have backup ready.” He straightened up until he was crouched on top of the police car before shooting out a web-string. He made sure that it was secure to a building before swinging away, with only one destination in mind.

“Please be alright,” he pleaded internally. “Please let her be alright.”

Although he was going as fast as he could, to Jongdae, it still didn’t seem fast enough. Every passing second was another moment in which you were in life-threatening danger. Jongdae could feel the anger building up, jaw clenched as he continued to shoot out webs over and over, bringing him closer to the skyscraper. 

As the distance lessened, he could see a figure at the top of the building, a couple of taller, more intimidating figures standing right behind it.

Pushed on by this image, he found the strength to move even faster, making it to the top of the skyscraper in a couple of seconds. Jongdae landed on a flagpole extending out from the side of the building, ending only a couple of feet away from you. His heart wrenched as he saw how the ledge beneath you only had space for the heels of your shoes. The majority of your feet were already exposed to nothing, only air underneath them.

“Spiderman,” you gasped out, knees giving out in relief. If it weren’t for the ropes holding you in place to the fence, you would have collapsed in a heap. The ropes were thin, but tied intricately and tightly to keep you in place.

The Kingpin’s henchman stood behind you on the other side of the fence, knife in his hand. A couple of other men stood beside him, guns at the ready and already pointed at Spiderman through the fence as they waited for their cue.

Jongdae got up from his perch on the flagpole, staring the henchman down. “Let her go. Now,” he threatened, voice low.

“Or what? You’ll attack? Send me back to jail? Well, Spiderman. If you make any sudden moves, I’ll make sure that this girl falls from this building, all the way down to the bottom. Choose wisely.”

Jongdae fell silent, thinking through all of his options and trying to come up with alternate ones, any tactics that he could use. “What do you want?” he asked, trying to stall for time.

“Simple. You tell me who you really are, and then we see how all the villains in this city react once they find out who the person is behind the mask. I’m sure you’ll have a lot of visitors once they see who you are. You’re not very popular among the prison inmates, you know.”

“If I tell you who I am, you’ll let her go?”

“If you take off the mask, and tell us who you are, then yes,” the henchman corrected him.

Jongdae hesitated, momentarily caught between the two choices given to him. He could reveal himself, but then everyone else that he knew and cared about would be at risk of also being targeted. But if he chose not to reveal himself, they would kill you right there, right in front of him. It was an easy decision for Jongdae.

"Fine," he said, hand reaching up behind him to loosen his mask.

"No!"

Jongdae’s hand paused, head looking up to see you struggling against the bonds holding you, gritting your teeth in frustration.

“You can’t do this!” you yelled. “You can’t let them know who you are! You’ll put your life in danger!” you cried out, the hands behind your back straining against the ropes in a vain attempt to get free. 

But unknown to you, to Jongdae, you are his whole life. With you like this, his life is already in danger.

“Quiet!” the henchman yelled, kicking at your back through the fence. “Hurry up, Spiderman. Or the girl dies.”

“Don’t do it!” you continued to yell, shouts turning to screams as you felt the ropes loosening behind you.

“Keep talking, and I’ll just keep cutting through the ropes until there’s nothing left holding you up here. You have three seconds left, Spiderman. Three, two...”

Jongdae’s mind was in a frenzy, working frantically to try and calculate some way to get both of you out of there without jeopardizing his identity in a last-ditch attempt. 

But it was too late.

“One.”

The gun-wielding henchmen shot at Jongdae at the same time that the main henchman sliced through the ropes in one clean movement, kicking your back from against the fence once more and pushing you off of the tiny ledge. Jongdae dodged the bullets quickly, only to hear your shrieks as you fell, descending at an alarming rate from the top of the building.

Instinctively, he jumped down after you, sending out a web-string to catch you before he sent another one out to the side of the skyscraper. As the second string made contact with the building, the two of you immediately stopped your descent, and you felt the wind get knocked out of you as your body was stopped in place.

Your throat had turned dry from screaming, tears dried against your face as Spiderman steadied himself on what was thankfully, a wider ledge. He pulled you up carefully, rolling up the web-string until you were standing beside him. He held you close to him, and although you couldn’t see his face, you could tell that he was trying to examine you for any wounds.

“Are you okay?” he asked, gripping your shoulders tightly.

At a loss for words, you could only find it in you to nod weakly, your whole body still in shock at what had happened. 

“I’m going to take you to the authorities. They’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Okay, but... what about you?”

Jongdae smiled, despite knowing that you couldn’t see it. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” Without giving you any time to answer, his hands slipped from your shoulders, one arm coming to fit around your waist while he shot out a web with his other hand. The two of you dropped down to the streets where the police were waiting, a mess of cars parked with lights flashing and reflecting off of the tall buildings close by.

“Get this woman to the hospital, and make sure she’s safe,” Jongdae told an officer brusquely before zipping away, back up to the top of the skyscraper. Even with the noise and bustle around you, the only thing you could focus on was Spiderman, racing back up to the villains. He hadn’t saved you just once, but twice. Who exactly was this man?

You were so lost in your own thoughts that the police officer beside you had to tap your shoulder to get your attention, and even then you answered her questions as if in a haze. 

When Jongdae got back to the top, he saw the police emerging from the roof’s stairwell, moving in and surrounding the villains in a circle. Jongdae vaulted himself over the fence, landing on his feet in front of the main henchman.

The man was clearly flustered, not having expected any of this to happen, for his plan to go terribly wrong.

Jongdae stepped closer until there was only a couple of inches of space between him and the henchman. Despite being shorter than the man, he had the upper hand here. “You are never going to harm that woman again. I’m going to make sure that you stay locked up forever, and if you ever try to lay a hand on her again, I will end you.”

The henchman snarled, spitting in Jongdae’s face.

The police officers tensed immediately, weapons pointed at the villains as Jongdae calmly wiped the beads of spit off of his mask.

“You really do care about her, going to such lengths for that little-”

Before the henchman could finish his sentence, Jongdae reached out to grab onto the man’s arm, twisting it and flipping the man over his body. The man landed on his back on the other side, a sickening crunch piercing through the air as he groaned in pain.

“Don’t ever mention her again. You don’t even deserve to say her name with that vile mouth of yours. Next time, I won’t hesitate to destroy you. Plus, I’m sure the Kingpin has worse things for you in mind seeing as you’ve failed twice.”

Jongdae strode off, police officers clearing a path for him as he headed to the stairs, choosing to take the long way down to the bottom of the building. He was still fuming with quiet rage, and he was worried about losing control if he didn’t get a chance to cool down in private.

The footsteps of his suit-covered feet stepped lightly over the staircase steps, his breathing picking up as his steps grew faster in pace. By the time that he reached the 20th floor, he figured that he had calmed down enough to be out in the public eye again.

Jongdae exited the staircase through a doorway, entering a hall and walking over to a patio. Assorted people in the hallway gawked at him as he passed: How often do you get to even breathe the same air as Spiderman?

He opened the door to the patio, climbing up onto the railing and dropping down, landing on the hard concrete sidewalk in front of the skyscraper to the amazement of the officers still stationed there. 

“Is she okay?” he asked one of them.

“The woman’s been taken to the closest hospital. Her family’s been contacted, and they should be there shortly. You did a good job, Spiderman,” the officer replied.

“Thank you for your assistance, officers,” he told them, tone clipped as he ignored the compliment. Without another word, Jongdae was off, swooping from rooftop to rooftop.

Even in Jongdae’s deepest fears, there had never been something like this. He had been so close to losing you, to never seeing you smile at him again.

You were the one who understood him the best, the one who knew how to talk to and help him no matter what situation he was in. And he was the same for you, as well. You two were two halves of one whole, not meant to be separated from the other for long. If he had lost you, Jongdae would have never forgiven himself.

A sudden chirping from inside his suit went off, alerting him of an incoming call: Kyungsoo.

Jongdae couldn’t see you in the hospital again, hurt because of him. As much as he wanted to go to you, to hold you close to him and ensure you that everything would be okay, he didn’t even believe in himself at that moment.

How could he keep you safe if he had failed to protect you not just once, but twice?

Jongdae ignored the call, pushing aside his feelings and continued to travel aimlessly, with no real destination in mind. If he could tire out his body, maybe he would be distracted enough to ignore the guilt starting to eat away at him for a little bit.

Maybe he would be able to forgive himself.

Jongdae hadn’t come to visit you after all.

You were pretending to be asleep in bed, the soft fabric of your childhood comforter covering your body. After this incident, your parents had begged you to come home with them, at least for a little bit. You hadn’t had the heart to refuse them, not this time around.

Kyungsoo was home too, most likely comforting your distressed parents downstairs. 

You glanced at the cellphone in your hands, going through your messages to see if Jongdae had messaged you back this time. Still no response.

Groaning, you tossed it onto your nightstand, rolling over onto your other side. He was doing it again, this habit of avoiding you. “Old habits die hard,” you thought to yourself.

A sudden tapping was heard from your window, and you flipped back over in a flash. You waited, staring at the glass as you started to question whether you had been imagining things.

A red cloth-covered fist appeared, knocking lightly at your window once more. 

You jumped up, recognizing the fabric and peeking outside. Spiderman hung there, upside down and waiting you to open the window. With slow, careful movements, you slid it open. “Spiderman?” you asked, almost positive that this was just a dream.

“Can I come in?” he answered, voice hushed. 

You moved back, and he swung inside, standing up to his full height once he landed on the soft carpet of your room.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” you asked him, taken aback by his appearance.

“I... I came to check on you. I heard that you had been released from the hospital.”

“That doesn’t explain how you know where my parents live,” you countered, growing apprehensive at his evasive answers. “Who are you?”

You noticed how he was getting antsy, remaining silent while his feet were shuffling as he thought of an answer. You crept closer, staring at his mask as he froze. Reaching out, your hand came up to the back of it, waiting for any indication that you should stop. When none came, you lifted up the bottom, pulling the mask away with a shaky breath.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.

Jongdae stared back at you, hair messy and matted from being covered for so long. Jongdae, your best friend, your partner in crime, your Jongdae was the one behind the mask?

His pupils shook as he breathed out unsteadily, waiting for your reaction. 

“You... it’s been you this whole time,” you gasped out, the mask slipping from your hand onto the floor, staring back up at the two of you. Your heart rate began to pick up, thumping loudly in your chest as your mind tried to piece everything together. 

“Y/N-” he began, at a loss for words.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked, face contorting in anguish. “Oh my God, you... you were there at the museum and you still didn’t tell me after. Why? Jongdae, why would you keep something like this from me?” 

“I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me!” he exclaimed, brows furrowing in a flash of frustration. “Imagine if you actually had known who I was. What happened today with the Kingpin’s men would have been even worse. They could have tortured you for more information, or killed you like they almost did earlier! I couldn’t let that happen to you. I still can’t,” he added as an afterthought. 

Your eyes widened at his words, and you reached out to him, cradling his face tentatively in your hands as you moved closer. Taking in a deep breath, you ran your thumbs over his cheeks, fingers still trembling from the revelation. “Dae, what happened today wasn’t your fault. The museum thing, too. The Kingpin and his men are at fault for all of this.”

He shook his head vehemently, his head drooping a bit. His eyes scrunched shut in pain as he thought back to the traumatic memories. “I should have never become Spiderman.”

“Dae, look at me.”

Reluctantly, he did so, head still down. His hair was falling in front of his eyes, shrouding them from your sight. You smoothed the strands to the side, hands brushing over his features tenderly, lovingly. 

“You became Spiderman for a reason, right? No one just wakes up one day and decides to become a superhero.”

Unsure of how to respond, Jongdae stayed silent, waiting for you to continue. 

“Why did you become Spiderman?” 

He took in a deep breath, focusing on some spot on the carpet as he thought. “I... I didn’t mean to. I got bit by some spider in a lab, and next thing you know I ended up like this.” He lifted a hand weakly before letting it flop back to his side. “But I couldn’t just passively watch people get hurt while knowing that I had a small chance to do something, to help others.” 

“And if you weren’t Spiderman, what would have happened to those people?” 

Jongdae finally looked at you straight on, the soft light of the night shining through your window illuminating the irises of his eyes. You could see the confusion there, probably wondering what any of this had to do with what happened today, with you. 

“If we didn’t have Spiderman, the world would be worse off. Sure, we’d have the rest of the Avengers, but what would our city do without you? This city loves you, Dae. Not just because of who you are with the suit and the mask, but because of what you stand for, your morals and values. They love you because they can tell that you truly care about them, about this city. Without you, so many people would have been in pain, or worse. Myself included.”

“Y/N — ”

You pressed a finger to his lips lightly, stifling a smile when he quieted immediately. “I’m not trying to guilt trip you into being Spiderman, but I want you to know that you’ve done more good in this world than harm. You’re our hero, Dae.”

Moving your finger away from his lips, you were taken aback when he moved in, his forehead coming to rest against yours. You could hear the shakiness of his breathing, see the fluttering of his lashes as he blinked. “How do you always know what to say?” he murmured, hands coming to rest at your hips. 

Your own hands slid up to rest atop his chest, where you could feel the pounding of his heartbeat through his suit. “I guess you could say I have a superpower of my own,” you joked softly. 

He snorted, shoulders shaking at your attempt at humor. “Jesus Christ, Y/N.” 

You giggled along, both of you standing there in each other’s arms and taking in the feel of just being able together like that. As your giggles faded away, you nudged his nose lightly with your own. “Thank you for saving me, Dae.” 

His eyebrows raised in surprise, his voice incredulous. “You don’t have to thank me for that.” 

“I know, but I want to.” Your thumbs rubbed against the fabric of his suit underneath them, another thought coming to you as he stood there before you like this. “Dae, I know you’re worried about keeping me safe, but I really want you to be honest with me. Knowing that the others knew your secret while I was totally unaware was...”

“Fucked up?” he supplied.

“I was going to think of something nicer to say, but sure, that works too. Will you just be honest with me from now on?”

Jongdae nodded, determined to make amends. For you, this was the least that he could do. 

“I promise.”

Sitting atop the roof of a building, you waited for Jongdae. 

He had texted you to say that he would be a bit late since there was an attempted bank robbery, but he would meet you as soon as possible. Instead of waiting for him at the movie theater where you guys had planned on going, you decided to wait for him at the building where he always stashed his “normal Jongdae” stuff, as he called it, while he was out as Spiderman. 

You had found his backpack up there, taking a seat on the floor beside it and checking your phone occasionally for any updates. The sun had already fallen asleep with the moon coming out to take its place. Your fingers wiggled impatiently in the pockets of your jacket, or technically, Jongdae’s jacket. He wouldn’t mind that you had taken it from his backpack, especially with the way he was always nagging you about not wearing a jacket at the worst possible moments. 

“Are you cold?”

Your head whipped around to catch sight of Jongdae walking over to you, pulling his mask off and ruffling up his flattened hair. 

“Don’t scare me like that,” you scolded him, getting up from your spot and meeting him halfway. 

“Sorry.” His thumb came up to run along the length of the side of your face, stopping at your chin. “You didn’t have to meet me here.”

“I know, but I wanted to. I love seeing you in your suit.” 

Jongdae laughed, lips curling up at the ends. “So you’re only using me for my body?”

“That’s not what I meant! But you have to admit, you do look really hot in this suit. Do you think Tony Stark would make one for me too?”

Jongdae’s laughs were louder this time, eyes turning to crescents in his glee. “I’m not sure about that, Mr. Stark definitely doesn’t give out stuff like this easily.”

“If I had superpowers, would he give me one? How did you get your powers?”

“A spider bit me,” he replied, brow raising as he realized what you were thinking.

“Do you think you could get the spider to bite me too?”

“Babe, the spider’s dead. Also, it was a pretty special spider. I don’t know if there’s any more out there,” he told you with a playful grin. 

You shrugged, not affected. “It was worth a shot. Wouldn’t it be cool though, if both of us were out there saving the world together?”

“It would. But I think I’d get distracted having you work with me.”

“Distracted?” Your voice shot up in surprise. “How?”

“Well, imagine. If you had a cool suit like mine, the one you’re always checking me out in, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t keep my eyes off of you. I’d end up spending most of my time looking at you instead of fighting crime.” A smirk grew on Jongdae’s face as he watched you grow flustered.

“It’s not like you don’t do that already,” you replied with an attempt to get the last word in. Your face felt hot, however, and you brought the backs of your hands up to them.

Jongdae burst out into laughter, doubling over slightly. “You’re so cute, even when you get all irritated.”

“Don’t say that, you’re gonna ruin my reputation as a certified badass,” you joked, poking him in the shoulder playfully.

“It’s already obvious that you’re a badass.” Jongdae came closer, and you pulled him flush against you, your arms around him.

“Don’t try and sweet talk me, Spiderman. Your tricks won’t work on me.”

“I think they already have.”

Jongdae was so close, you could feel every exhale as he spoke. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, before his lips met yours.

You parted your lips, wanting to feel every bit of him against you. Pulling him closer, you let your hands rest at the small of his back. You felt a sudden warmth envelop your cheeks, Jongdae's hands coming up to cover them gently, his love for you tangible in every touch. His caresses were sweet, but his kisses were another story.

Jongdae wasn't rough with his kisses, but you could feel the earnestness behind them. Each one lingered longer than the last, and they started to travel further away from your lips.

Beating him to the chase, you pulled away, only to start on his neck. Satisfied with Jongdae's unsteady breaths, your determination only grew. Your kisses were slow, drawn-out to the point where Jongdae felt like he was going to lose his mind. As his gasps began to turn to soft moans, you placed a final kiss on the edge of his jaw before drawing back.

Jongdae was lucky that the fabric of his suit covered the entire length of his neck, otherwise you were sure that it would be covered with splotches of pink from your kisses. Grinning at your work, you looked up only to see Jongdae glaring at you, chest still heaving and breathing uneven.

"You're not fair," he grumbled.

"If you want more, you'll have to catch me," you sang out, taking a few steps backwards.

"Really?" he called out, hands on his hips as he watched you run away. He shook his head at your childish play, despite the smirk growing on his face.

"Come and get me, Dae!" You were full on giggling by that point, your steps increasing in pace once you saw Jongdae pull his mask back on.

"You better run."

A shriek of laughter burst out as you broke into a sprint, only for Jongdae to catch up to you in a couple of seconds. He wrapped an arm around you, lifting you up and continuing to run to the edge of the roof. Just before you could scream, he shot out a long webstring, the end of it attaching to another rooftop before he jumped off.

The two of you swung from building to building, laughter heard on the streets below from passerby. Some of them looked up, a couple of them to take pictures of the famed Spiderman while others simply smiled and continued on their way.

Tonight would be another night of canceled plans, but it didn't matter. Both of you would have countless other nights to make up for this canceled movie date. Besides, the two of you had other plans in mind.

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A/N: The end! Thank you everyone for reading and giving this series love, I hope you guys will stick around for other stories (ahem, demon Jongdae) ;)

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