#spideykoo

[deadpooly]

writing this spider-man jungkook fic is so. hard. because man i love spidey sosososo much and mashing his fictional character with jk is actually one of the hardest things ive done

[sincerelyxnini]

ceo tae loves spideykoo

Taehyung wonders how wine can be so arrogantly expensive but still taste like the musty underside of a rusty coin.

The wine Jeongguk sneaks to Taehyung’s apartment every Wednesday midnight, bought just from the alcohol store around the corner, tastes a whole lot better than the one he's sipping right now. More like sweet, fuzzy warmth, like Jungkook pouring him a glass then pressing a quick kiss to his lips that nearly topples them over. And there's the flavourful tang, like Jeongguk nipping at his teeth when the night gets clumsier, touchier. Panting breaths and giggles muffled by each other's lips.

Now that Taehyung thinks about it, maybe the cheap wine's better  simply because he has it with Jeongguk.

And Jeongguk never fails to cover him in sticky wine-stained kisses until they’re both on the verge of falling asleep on the couch, with some ratty B-grade horror movie playing on the TV. Those are the nights that Taehyung looks forward to.

Nothing but soggy fries, cheap wine, warm nights, a /very/ kissy, touchy, clingy boyfriend, and shitty movies. Pure bliss.

But tonight is, unfortunately, not one of those nights.

No. Instead, Taehyung is trapped in a gold-plated corner with heavy velvet draped curtains hanging down on either side of him and a diamond chandelier hanging above his head. Somehow, he feels like they’ll close in if he doesn’t sip at the abhorrent wine in his hands and pretend to like it.

All because he’d been invited to some social event. How unfortunate.

Granted, Taehyung is not being very social right now. Maybe he nods once or twice to the group that's formed around him, makes some off-handed comment, just to keep up appearances.

Really, his mind has drifted off to somewhere else. More specifically, someone else.

A certain boyfriend that likes to sneak into whatever room Taehyung is in at 3am, whether it be his office or bedroom, just to curl up in his arms. Jeongguk would always be a bit cold, nose tipped red and icy whenever Taehyung kissed it, because the winds outside were freezing.

“...And, oh, the mahogany decorations! I /must/ show them to you...” The croaky voice of some middle-aged businesswoman that’s been trying to get anyone’s attention drones on and on.

But Taehyung tunes out even more when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

Like a goddamn carousel at a circus, Taehyung's mind comes back around to Jeongguk. Because Jeongguk likes to talk a lot, too, but only to people he's comfortable with.

Place him in a room with Taehyung's friends and he's as quiet as a shy bunny, hands wrapped around Taehyung's arm like he'd die if Taehyung left him alone. 

Leave Jeongguk in a room with his friends — say, Iron Man, for example — and he'd talk for a whole hour about the extreme details of the pasta he'd had for dinner three weeks ago. Taehyung loves it when he's like that, voice pouring out and fired up and he just wants to swallow it all up in kisses.

Taehyung's phone buzzes in his pocket again. Discreetly, he takes it out, but no one seems to pay him any attention.

[text messages:

JK: babe

I miss you

When does your thing end

My prof just reminded us about our essay and i really need some emotional support right now

Thats you.

Youre my emotional support.

TAE: darling

JK:

oHH BABY

HEHLOO

OH M GOD]

“...Isn’t that right, Taehyung?”

Taehyung’s eyes snap back up at the sound of his name. They land on Croaky Lady, whose eyes are practically bugging out as she stares intently at Taehyung.

He takes a sip of his wine to bide time. What were they talking about? Mahogany? Fuck.

Taehyung nods slowly. “Absolutely.”

Croaky Lady stares at him for one beat. Then, another. Everyone else is also staring at him. Taehyung sips more wine and tries not to wince at the chills trickling down his back.

Well, this is awkward.

Just a little. Just enough that he really wants to throw himself out of the building and disappear to a new continent to start a new life (preferably with a certain Jeon Jeongguk in the scene). Nothing too dramatic. 

Finally, Croaky Lady smacks a wide grin on her face. “See! The prestigious CEO agrees. So, these chartreuse shipments…”

Taehyung lets out a slow sigh of relief.

Then, he diverts his attention back to where it’s endlessly more important: his clingy Spidey.

[text messages:

JK:

I MMISED YOUU

HAVENNT SEEN YOU ALL DAY

Barely saw u yesterday too

Cant wait to cuddle you

Im literally practicing cuddling you right now

Your pillows are soft

Not as soft as your heart though eyyyyy

Babyyyy

Wait

Just went in your wardrobe and

Is this my hoodie?

I was wondering where this went

Ooooh look a rolex watch

TWO rolex watches? Be my sugar daddy

Wait

Wait babe what the fuck

You have a DRAWER full of rolex watches??? ???

Babe

Oh my fucking god

Contact name has been changed to sugar daddy

TAE: gguk

Im at an important event

Behave

JK: yes daddy

Sugar

Daddy sugar

TAE: i cant believe you

JK: i miss you]

Taehyung takes a large sip of his wine, if only to cover the upwards quirk of his lips and the blush on his cheeks. Trust Jeongguk to turn every night into something sweet, even if he’s not there.

The CEO gnaws on his lip to stop his grin from being too wide or mushy.

[TAE: i miss you too, darling

Just a few more hours

JK: HOURS???

TAE: mhm

JK: what about…. Minutes

TAE: well, it’ll seem longer if you think about it in minutes.

JK: no, i mean what if you get out of that social event in a few minutes instead of hours.

TAE: what

JK: sneak out]

Taehyung chokes on his wine.

“Taehyung, are you oka—”

Taehyung waves the question away, sucking in a deep, ragged breath. “Yeah. Just gonna… Bathroom.”

Croaky Lady gives him a sympathetic look. “Go on, dear. You seem feverish.”

Taehyung assumes she’s talking about the pink warmth on his face and the stupid turn of his lips. Really, he’s just blushing and trying to stop the blooming smile on his face, but he must look quite constipated right now.

“Thank you.”

With that, Taehyung makes his hasty escape. He dumps his wine glass at the bar counter and strolls towards the toilets with long, purposeful strides.

People glance at him, like they want to engage him in conversation. But no one ever wants to stop someone else who looks like they’re on a mission. Especially if they’re heading towards the bathrooms. If people decide to think he's got an overactive bowel, then that's their problem.

At least Taehyung can talk to Jeongguk in peace.

And he can also stop pretending to enjoy the shitty wine.

Taehyung unlocks his phone as soon as he gets in and calls Jeongguk.

“Darli—”

“Tae, babe.” Jeongguk’s voice sounds muffled, like something's rushing by. Is that the wind? “Hey.”

“...What are you doing?”

From Jeongguk’s end, a car honks and Jeongguk hisses out a swear. “No— shit! — I mean, nothing.”

“Gguk.”

“Okay, okay.” There’s a thump, the distinct sound of boots hitting something hard, and Jeongguk lets out a long breath. “So, you know how I said I missed you and all of that?”

“Hm. Can't remember. Did you?”

“Babe.”

Taehyung laughs lightly. “I’m joking, darling. I miss you too. I remember.”

“Good. D’you also remember how I said you can leave in a few minutes?”

“Is this you giving me permission to leave at a social event you were never invited to?”

Jeongguk pauses. “Hell yeah.”

“The way your mind works amazes me.”

“Well, you’re welcome.” Jeongguk sucks in a deep breath and the sound of rushing wind breaks his voice up again. “Because I’m right above the balcony of your fancy dinner place.”

And Taehyung’s heart promptly drops to his ass. “You’re what?”

“Yeah, babe. Just got here and, fuck, it's cold tonight.” Jeongguk sounds a little breathless, but there’s a certain curl to his words that tells Taehyung he’s absolutely ecstatic. Grinning, cheeks flushed. Taehyung can imagine it so vividly. “I’m here. Where’re you? Can’t find you.”

“Jeongguk, holy fuck. Did you swing all the way here?” Taehyung strides out of the bathrooms and doors bang shut behind him. More people turn to stare, but Taehyung is too busy looking for the balcony. He lowers his voice to a murmur. “What if someone sees you? Some random college boy with Spiderman’s powers. They’ll know who you are—”

“Relax, Tae. I’m wearing my suit.”

“Oh my fucking god.”

Taehyung ends the call.

And, there, the balcony. Taehyung walks as fast as he can through the throng of people strewn across the dining room. He’s sure someone calls his name. They sound awfully like Croaky Lady, but he couldn't care less.

Someone else steps in his path. Some balding, stout man with a greasy grin and two wine glasses in hand. Before he can offer one, Taehyung swerves out of his path. He thinks it’s a better choice than smacking the stupid wineglass out of the man’s hands.

When Taehyung throws the balcony doors open, he’s greeted with a frigid brush of air. So sudden, forceful, that the handles fly out of his grip and crash against the wall on either side of him.

He sucks in a harsh breath.

Shit.

That might’ve gotten a few people’s attention.

Still, he steps out to a view of the busy main road and distant skyscrapers. There’s a few clouds hovering tonight, the moon waxy and faded. And it’s all pretty and gorgeous and oh-so-magnificent, but it’s missing one important detail.

His Jeongguk. Spidey. Darling.

Then, there’s a warm hand cupping his face, tilting it up ever so gently.

Taehyung’s wide eyes land upon Spiderman’s mask, hovering upside down before him. They’re so close that Taehyung feels his nose brush against the fabric. So close that Taehyung can hear Jeongguk’s awed murmur as he swipes his thumb softly across Taehyung’s cheekbone.

The words are blown away by the wind, but Taehyung knows Jeongguk enough to know that they run along the lines of "so fucking beautiful. Fuck, babe."

Jeongguk takes the hand away from Taehyung's face and brings it to his mask, tugging it down. And Taehyung has to fight down the urge to whine from the loss of warmth, of his boyfriend’s touch.

But there’s a smile on Jeongguk’s pretty pink petal lips. The mole under his bottom one, and Taehyung wants to kiss it over and over again.

But there are people watching. Nearly everyone now, actually, because of Spiderman’s unexpected appearance.

The respected hero the city has only seen from afar, up in the sky, hanging upside down from one balcony. All intimately close to a certain CEO. Because everything Jeongguk is doing right now — the gentle touches, the delicate movements, the raw attention devoted to Taehyung — it's nothing but pure intimacy.

The kind that makes Taehyung's head feel light, heart stuttering.

But even if people stare, it seems that Jeongguk doesn’t care, though.

Not when he cups Taehyung’s face again, hand trailing up to brush Taehyung’s hair back from his forehead, and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. “Missed you,” Jeongguk whispers.

“Missed you too, darling.” Dazed. Taehyung is dazed. Spellbound. “What are you—”

“Can I kiss you?”

Taehyung should say no. There are people watching, and Taehyung is at a very respectable event. News of this will spread out like wildfire, and journalists will come flocking at his building. There are so many repercussions, so many things to consider before he even considers kissing Jeongguk now.

But when Jeongguk’s hand comes back down, and his thumb presses against Taehyung’s bottom lip before gently running along it, every thought flies out of Taehyung’s head.

He can only nod.

That’s all Jeongguk needs before he’s leaning in and slotting their lips together.

There’s a few gasps in the background, one particularly croaky. A shattering noise — possibly someone dropping their wine glass. Good fucking riddance. Utter silence, other than that.

But all Taehyung can focus on is Jeongguk and his lips. Jeongguk tilting his head and diving in deeper. Jeongguk and the smile in his kisses, the hand caressing Taehyung’s face. Jeongguk and the small pecks he presses against Taehyung’s lips, the “I missed you”s and “babe, babe. So sweet”s whispered in a hushed breath.

It's a little awkward, but they make it work. And, goddammit, with the way Jeongguk dives deep with the kisses, Taehyung is left utterly breathless. Breathless but the burn in his lungs feel delicious when Jeongguk sighs against his lips — a soft, heat-curling thing that Taehyung captures in his mouth with another languid kiss.

When they break off, Taehyung feels a little loopy. And he’s sure his hair is a mess now. Jeongguk has a habit of running his hands through it, leaving it in tangled, knotty chaos.

Taehyung only has one more dazed moment to stare before Jeongguk pulls himself up and out of Taehyung’s view.

Before Taehyung can blink, though, Jeongguk has dropped down to his feet on the balcony. His mask is tugged back down, but Taehyung can hear Jeongguk clearly when he wraps an arm around Taehyung’s waist and murmurs, “ready to go?”

"We really just gave them a show, didn't we?" Taehyung rests his forehead on Jeongguk’s, eyes fluttering closed. He doesn't feel like looking at all the scandalised, shocked eyes. “Take me home, darling.”

“Mhm.” Jeongguk comes in closer, pressing their chests together. “Hold on tight, babe.”

Taehyung loops his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders and tucks his face into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck. Oh, Jeongguk smells like vanilla and something smoky. He must've been playing around with Taehyung's colognes again. It makes something warm seep into Taehyung’s chest despite the frigid night air. “Got it.”

Taehyung doesn’t even look back when Jeongguk takes them away, into the night.

Fuck that pitiful, ass-kissing social event and its equally pitiful wine.

There’s nowhere else he’d rather spend his night than in Jeongguk’s arms, passing some lukewarm dollar-store alcohol between each other as they get buzzed with every passing hour.

Warm, fuzzy, sweet.

Perfect.

—-

“Babe.” Jeongguk has five Rolex watches on each arm, looking like some rip-off time-obsessed Iron Man. “What did you think about that kiss?”

“Which one?” Taehyung leans down and pressed three kisses to Jeongguk’s hair. Jeongguk sighs contentedly, face smushed into his chest. Taehyung smiles, soft and fond, as he looks at his boyfriend. “That one? Or the ones five minutes ago? Or…?”

“Upside down.” Jeongguk peers up at him. His lips are stained red, and Taehyung wants to kiss them again. “The upside down one.”

“I thought it was pretty hot.”

“Fuck yeah.”

Taehyung snorts. “Why?”

“‘Cuz it made me feel dizzy. You’re a very passionate, breathtaking kisser, babe.” Jeongguk pokes his side, making Taehyung squirm. He grins at Taehyung’s unimpressed look. “Made me so very breathless. I think I saw stars. But that could’ve just been all the blood rushed to my head.”

“Darling, I swear to—”

“We should try it again. I’ll hang off the ceiling next time. Really give everyone a show.”

“Gguk, no. It's only been a few hours and there's already a million articles about that kiss. I think that's enough shows for the public for now—”

“Fuck it.” Jeongguk sits up suddenly, eyes blazing. “I’ll hang off the chandelier.”

“Jeongguk.”

But Taehyung is smiling, wide and silly and so unbelievably endeared. Heart beating slow in his chest, because everything about Jeongguk feels like the warm rush of sweet honey in his veins.

Everything, especially the kisses he presses against Taehyung’s skin, his lips, his breathless words, for the rest of the night.

-

hope you liked this ! this was a part 2 of my first ceo tae meets spideykoo~

come talk to me on my retrospring or check out the original twitter post <3

[minisugakoobies]

Spideykoo and Bam!!! 🥺🥺🥺

spideykoo 🕷️💜

[basket-of-loquats]

spideykoo to the rescue!

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Jeon Jungkook as Spider-Man. He leans into frame almost at a selfie angle, one hand showing doing the “I love you” sign over his face. He grins widely, one eye closed and his tongue sticking out. The background is red with white lines bending across. End ID.]

[jiminiecrickets]

Jun, i’m so obsessed with double team it’s truly become my favorite jungkook fic/ one shot i read in months. Would you ever consider making a short drabble following spideykoo and venom reader ? I love their dynamic so much they’re the cutest.

Have a nice day! I can’t wait to read more masterpieces from you 🫶🏼

heyy, thanks so much! i know it's been a while since you sent this in, but i'd be open to a sequel or something similar (and i'd make it shorter. definitely shorter) but some inspo would be great, if you had any? otherwise it'd probably just be "size difference part 2: electric boogaloo" in a different location lol

one day i will remember how to check this blog consistently, i promise </33

[liveyun]

spideykoo 🕷️🐰

drew digitally after almost a year, just for our birthday boi, googie. who just turned 21 26!

may baby bun have lots of fun today :) :) :)

[aajjks]

spideykoo watching YN's house stealing used clothes or panties hihihihi

at school he is all shy but with YN he changes and becomes bolder after training he makes a point of going shirtless in front of YN

purposely putting her in danger just so I can save her and have an excuse to go to her house

he feeling jealous because yn likes Thor

spideykoo enters yn's room at night and takes several pictures at different angles iykyk

spideykoo uses a tracker on yn just to make sure she stays safe

spideykoo doesn't feel confident so it's better if yn lived with him

unfortunately yn doesn't understand that this is the best for her

who knew that spideykoo and kookie were the same person she doesn't need to be afraid because he will take care of her

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk

I love these spider koo hc’s. you’ve definitely inspired me uwu

[bubmyg]

twitter(.)com/majablanque/status/1671610736634900480

I love the annual spideykoo renaissance. 10/10

[blackch-rry]

if jungkook was actually Peter Parker/spiderman I would be mj/ Gwen no matter what!!!!! if I die then at least I knew spideykoo loves me 💀💔

[paldogangsaan]

i love spideykoo as much as the next person but when are we finally gonna talk about nightwingkoo

[hongcherry]

just wanted to say I love the spideykoo couple sm <3 I was wondering how they first met / who asked who out?? I’d love to hear more about them in the beginning of their relationship / before they got together🥺when oc said she loved jungkook before spiderman my heart😞���

These are definitely things I'd love to explore with this couple as well! I'm not sure when that'll be since I've got other fics on the way, but I'd like to continue with SBaFL in the future (I still have more ideas for them!!!). I've felt the interest in this has been a little low, so I'm glad people still enjoy the couple 🥺 tysm for this message.

[deadpooly]

chapter 6 for Call Me International is now at 4k unedited and not even halfway done

[sincerelyxnini]

ceo tae meets spideykoo

#taekookau

Young, rich CEO Taehyung has no time to think about self-righteous superheroes flying in the city, much less spend precious time talking to them in the dead of night.

Until spiderman falls through his office window at 3am, bruised and battered, pleading for help.

"Shit," Taehyung hisses. The hero is heavy in his arms, and definitely would've thumped to the floor had Taehyung not caught him.

Isn't it meant to be the other way around, the hero saving the innocent civilian? When Taehyung had woken up at 4am yesterday morning, he didn't think he'd still be here, almost 24 hours later, with a dazed and stumbling "mighty" hero clinging to him.

"Alright." Taehyung hauls the deadweight in his arms to his office couch. "Work with me here, Spidey."

But Spiderman just mumbles something incoherent. His head lolls to the side and drops onto Taehyung's shoulder. Then, he hiccups.

"Yeah. Thanks for that wonderful input."

Taehyung can't help his sour mood. There's two reports still pending for his approval, an extensive Excel spreadsheet he has to double check, and now there's blood on his silk dress shirt.

He sighs deeply, fighting the urge to groan when Spiderman warblers something unintelligible — all pained groans and breathy words. He coughs, thick and wet.

Taehyung dumps him on the couch. Spiderman sinks into it with an agonised exclamation of "/shit/!", and maybe the CEO feels a little bad about that.

"What happened to you?" Taehyung eyes him critically, arms crossed. There are scrapes and tears on his uniform. The hero's arms curl around his stomach, hunching in on himself in pain.

In a few minutes, Taehyung finds himself hunched over his desk, rummaging around for a first aid kit. It's so eerily quiet inside, nothing but Spiderman's anguished breaths. Despite the cool night, Taehyung feels the beginnings of sweat begin to trail down his spine.

With his painkillers and first aid kit in hand, Taehyung kneels down on the ground beside Spiderman's immobilised body. There's nothing except toned muscles and a faint trembling to his form that Taehyung can see with the suit on.

Fuck, he hopes Spiderman isn't severely wounded. His first aid kit is the size of his hand, and Taehyung doesn't know any complicated first aid in the first place.

Heroes also have some weird aversion to going to the hospital.

Honestly, Taehyung can relate. He's much rather chug down some nice, warm chicken noodle soup laced with three cans of energy drinks before stumbling to his computer in a daze of headaches, nausea, and jittery restlessness.

"Gonna take your mask off, okay?" Taehyung reaches towards his face. "I've got some painkillers. But I'll need confirmation from you, Spidey."

Finally, Spiderman mumbles out a weak, "yeah, do it. Please."

Taehyung holds back a surprised smile at the polite manners. "Here I go."

After that, hours pass in a blur. Mask off, Spiderman looks much more like a college kid than someone who has the responsibility of a whole city's safety on his shoulders. Quite pretty, if you ask Taehyung.

But you probably shouldn't, because he'll most likely roll his eyes, grumble, and /deny/ that Spiderman's long, fluttering lashes and flushed cheeks, his petal lips and strong nose, his angular jaw, sharp brows, and wide bambi eyes are absolutely /not/ endearing, nor attractive. And if Taehyung stared at him for longer than necessary under the dim, fluorescent wash of the city's 3am lights filtering through his window, it's because he was looking for any more wounds to clean.

When the painkillers seem to kick in, and Spiderman's whimpering descends into ragged breaths, Taehyung stands up and finds the spare pair of dress shirt and pants he keeps. (A precaution, really. He's had more than his fair share of spilled coffees and burst pens).

"When you're ready, change into these. I'll leave the first aid kit for you here if you want to clean yourself up a little more. The couch is yours for tonight." At Spiderman's widened, panicked eyes, Taehyung huffs out a laugh. "I'm not going. Just gonna make myself some coffee, then I'll come back, yeah?"

Spiderman relaxes, eyes fluttering tiredly, and nods.

"I'll bring you some water as well."

With that, Taehyung is up and striding out of the office. He stops by the bathroom, stares at himself and the splatters of blood on his shirt in the mirror, asks himself what he's doing.

His reflection stares back at him. /What the fuck /are/ you doing?/

Taehyung hangs his head and lets out a sardonic laugh. He doesn't know.

But that's his problem to think about tomorrow, when he's got a raging migraine, chicken noodle soup, and more work to distract him.

When he comes back to his office with a mug of coffee, a water bottle, and a spare blanket from the staff room, Spiderman has already changed into the spare clothes. In a heap by the couch lies his tattered suit.

Spiderman's eyes are on him the second he steps foot inside. It's quite charming, the way his dark gaze twinkles with curiosity, even under the low lights.

"Spidey, catch." Taehyung throws the water bottle. Probably not the best move to chuck a full, hefty water bottle at an injured man's head, but Spiderman catches it easily, even if he winces harshly. Taehyung shoots him an apologetic look. "Shit, sorry."

Spiderman just shrugs before downing the water in cyclic bursts of desperate drinking and heavy breaths. Taehyung watches on, a little concerned, as Spiderman finishes the bottle within minutes.

"Impressive."

"Thank you." /Oh/, there's Spiderman's voice. It's smooth, definitely young enough for college. He peers up at Taehyung. "Really, for everything."

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow. "You're welcome. Here's a blanket. Sleep on the couch if you need to." He strides over this time and hands the blanket to the hero. "I'll just be working for a bit more."

Spiderman takes the soft blanket with a frown. "Working now?"

Taehyung shrugs. "Yeah."

"But it's 3 am. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Taehyung can't help but let the corners of his lip quirks up. "/You're/ the injured one here. Worry about yourself first. I'll be fine."

No, he most likely won't be. Maybe he'll pull another 48 hours without sleep.

"...Alright."

"I'll keep the lights off." Taehyung walks back over to his chair and settles in behind the desk. "Just sleep, Spidey."

Spiderman slowly settles more comfortably on the couch. He drapes the blanket over himself and peeks out at Taehyung over the top. Taehyung thinks he looks like a burrito of softness with two sparkly doe eyes.

"Good night."

How sweet. Taehyung turns back to his computers and documents to hide his grin. "Good night. Sleep well."

—-

Taehyung wakes up the next morning, face planted into the hard wood of his desk. He feels like shit; head cloudy, mouth dry, eyes burning.

He squints at the bright sunlight piercing the room.

But There's the faint aroma of… something in the air. Taehyung's mind clears a little more. Tea? And… a pastry?

Eyes opening a little more, he lifts his head up, only to find a warm mug of tea in a takeaway cup and a croissant on a saucer. There's a note behind it, too.

Taehyung picks it up and forces his sleepy mind to make sense of the small scribbles.

/Thank you for last night. I didn't want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. I'll repay you for everything over the coming days, I promise. I hope you enjoy your breakfast ^^

~ Spiderman./

Taehyung stares at it. Then, his eyes move back to the tea and croissants.

He doesn’t know what the hell is happening. Doesn’t know what the hell /just/ happened for him to suddenly get the attention of one of the city’s most revered superheroes.

The only thing he knows, with reluctant dread, is that things are about to change for his perfect (overworked, stressful) life. Something in the shape of a young man with doe eyes and a tendency to barge in his life and make him question everything he knows.

Taehyung sighs. Well, this is going to be interesting.

—-

He starts getting gifts. Flowers, breakfast, lunch, late dinners. Small notes with flowery writing and small doodles, little decorative statues for his desk, expensive jewelry in chanel boxes.

So much that the rumour of his "secret admirer" has spread through his office like wildfire.

None of them know about the little signature that accompanies every bunch of gifts: a little spider, with the loopy signature of 'Spidey'.

Every single time, he regards the presents with something akin to indifference before reluctantly moving to accept it. He’s a CEO with all the money of the world in his hands. He doesn’t truly need some takeaway lunch that’s undoubtedly from a street vendor, nor another bouquet of flowers to add to his endless pile.

(But that’s only when someone is inside the office with him. When he’s alone, Taehyung likes to take his time staring at the endearing little presents in awe; smelling every flower, savouring the warm food, biting his lip in vain before the uncontrollable smile blooms out because /holy shit, it feels nice to have someone do something so caring and thoughtful/.)

"Ah, Kim Taehyung." His helmet whirs back to reveal a gorgeous, dimpled face underneath. "My name is Kim Namjoon. Or, you may know me more as Iron Man."

"Iron Man." Taehyung walks over to his desk. Shuffles his papers like this is just a normal business meeting. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to thank you for helping Jeo— Spiderman."

Taehyung blinks. Was this another gift of some sorts? "You're welcome."

"He also wanted to ask if you've been enjoying his gifts."

Ah. Taehyung's lips quirk up into a smile. The lingering taste of Spiderman's gifted chamomile tea from this morning still rests on his tongue. It was too watery, really, and with too much sugar. But the note had said that he’d made it himself, so Taehyung instantly loved it. (But no one’s ever going to know that). "Please tell him that I'd rather answer that personally, face to face. He doesn't need to book a schedule, just crawl in through the window like he did that other night."

“Ah, yes. That night.” At that, Namjoon looks a little apologetic. "I admit, that wasn't the best way to ask for help."

"Not really."

"But it worked."

"Surprisingly."

Namjoon coughs stiffly. "I'll talk to him."

Taehyung wants to laugh at how Namjoon keeps looking more and more awkward by the second, but he maintains his poker face. The city's saving grace, fidgeting around Taehyung's office in his hulking, metallic suit, floundering for words.

Maybe superheroes aren't as robotic or ass-tight and self-righteous as he thought.

Spiderman's doe eyes, wide and curious and glimmering and thankful, flash in his mind.

Maybe.

Taehyung cocks his head. "So…"

"Right. I'll, uh, I'll take my leave now."

"Okay—"

Namjoon strides over to his opened window and clambers out. For one heart-stopping moment, he just tips out and Taehyung catches a flash of flailing arms and a small squeak.

Then, there's a high-pitched revving sound, and suddenly Iron Man shoots up into the sky, flying for the horizon.

Do superheroes have some weird aversion to doors, too?

Taehyung stares blankly for a moment. What has his life come to? Truly, he has no idea.

Then, he looks back down at his papers. A rose petal lies between the pages.

(And he smiles softly).

—-

Spiderman doesn't come in a flashy red suit this time around.

Instead, it's a messy-haired college boy in a paint-splattered hoodie and ripped jeans clambering in through his skyscraper office window. One with tattoos curling up one forearm, continuing behind the pushed-up sleeves of the jacket, and piercings decorating his ears, one on his eyebrow. His combat boots thump heavily against Taehyung's carpeted floor a second later.

"You look better."

Taehyung's words bring a deeper flush to Spiderman's face. "Thank you.” Spiderman says it with a small stutter, like he didn’t expect such a comment.

"Can I help you with anything at this wonderful business time of 2:32 am?"

Spiderman's eyes widen. "Is it too late? I just finished a project, and you stayed up at this hour last time, so I thought—"

"Relax," Taehyung drawls, "I was joking, Spidey."

Spiderman blinks. "Jeongguk. My name is Jeon Jeongguk."

"Huh." Taehyung cocks his head. Watches the way Jeongguk's eyes rove around his room, undoubtedly seeing the new addition of bouquet flowers in expensive vases, small painted canvases hung up on the walls. All gifted by him. "Jeongguk."

"Yes?"

"You wanted to know what I thought about the gifts?"

Jeongguk pauses. Then, another wave of light red washes across his cheeks like a rose flower blooming. "Maybe?"

"I think that no one's ever done that for me before." Taehyung leans back on his desk. "I think that they're quite thoughtful, and I have no idea how they get in here, but they're always a pleasant surprise."

"Oh?" Jeongguk takes a few steps closer, almost shyly.

"I think that it's nice to find little notes of encouragement throughout the day. I've never received such beautiful bouquets, and I keep finding petals everywhere."

"That's… that's good."

"And, I think that whoever sent them should just brave up and come a little closer so I can stop screaming across the room." Taehyung smirks when Jeongguk flushes, foundering a little before striding towards him. He stops a few steps away from Taehyung. "Closer…" Jeongguk shuffles a few more steps. "Just a bit more." This time, Jeongguk stops when they're chest to chest. Taehyung leans in, feels the searing heat of Jeongguk's body pressed against his softly, before whispering in his ear. "I think that they're quite romantic." He smiles when Jeongguk's breath hitches. "And maybe the sender didn't think that I wouldn't notice the little hearts, or the flirty compliments in every note."

"I—"

"And I think I'd like to spend a little more time with someone so thoughtful. Maybe go to a cafe and drink coffee with them, instead of alone. But…" Taehyung leans back with a soft sigh. "They’ve never asked."

Jeongguk just blinks dazedly. A soft, "oh," leaves his mouth.

Taehyung smiles. "So, Spiderman, can I ask you to ask them for me? You know this city best. I've left my number on a note, slipped it into your pocket if you didn't realise. Call me when you do."

"Wait." Jeongguk reaches up to clutch at the lapels of Taehyung's blazer before he moves away even more. "It was me. I sent those gifts, ask /me/. Uh, please?"

"You’re so—." Taehyung wants to scream. How can someone be so… Taehyung can’t find the right word. But it’s one that makes him want to hold Spidey and make sure he never gets hurt again. Oh, how soft he’s become. “I know it was you.”

"Just…" Jeongguk lets out a long breath, steeling himself. "I thought you were cute and maybe I developed an itty bitty little crush on you when you helped me and maybe I visited your office to put the gifts in and it made me warm to see you displaying them, even though you knew they were from me, and I know they weren't the best but—"

"Cute."

Jeongguk dissolves into flustered coughs.

"You have my number, Jeongguk." Taehyung reaches up to gently unfurl Jeongguk's hands from his jacket. "Go back and sleep, text me when you have time."

"Yeah, okay," Jeongguk breathes. He steps back. "I'll text you."

Taehyung watches in amusement as he stumbles backwards to the window. "You do that."

"Just— just wait for me." Jeongguk climbs back out the window, hooking a leg over.

"Always. Oh, and Jeongguk?" Taehyung lowers his voice into something softer, something more sincere. "Be careful."

"I will, Taehyung. Bye."

“Bye, Jeongguk.” Taehyung smiles.

Jeongguk stares for a moment, eyes wide. Then, with a small squeak of “good night!” and an endearing salute, Spiderman swings back into the restless city.

—-

Months later, Taehyung finds himself in much the same position as that fateful night: with an armful of Spiderman, struggling to get to the couch.

Except, this time, they're in his apartment.

And Jeongguk isn't in pain. In fact, he's smiling — wide and silly and beautiful — eyes scrunching, and his breathless laughs float through the air. "Tae—"

"Gguk, I swear to god, if you don't stop kissing me—" Jeongguk lands a kiss on his cheek, one on his nose. Taehyung can't hold back his laugh, turning his face away. He stumbles over someone's shoe. "Jeongguk!"

"Babe, hold still."

"/Hold still/—" Taehyung feels something soft and cushiony behind his legs (the couch, finally!) before he throws himself backwards. "You're so impatie—"

Taehyung's words get cut off when Jeongguk looms over him, hooks an arm around his waist, and dips his head low for a sweet, slow kiss. Taehyung can feel Jeongguk's warmth through the thick hoodie, can feel the press of the other's body against his as Jeongguk tilts his head for something deeper, groans when Taehyung curls an arm in his hair and gives it a little tug.

Jeongguk leans back with a satisfied smile, lips spit-licked and eyes warm as they look down at Taehyung. "Nice." He leans down for one more kiss. "Extraordinary."

And, well—

When Taehyung woke up at 4am all those months ago, he didn't think he'd still be awake almost 24 hours later with an injured hero clinging to him. He certainly didn't think that it would lead to this. To nights together in his apartment, precious gifts, late night dates and early morning breakfasts together.

“Hey, babe, Namjoon wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come to his place for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, of cou—” Taehyung is cut off with a sweet kiss. “Jeongguk!”

“Sorry, got distracted. So, that’s a yes?”

“I swear to go—”

To a boyfriend named Jeon Jeongguk, who loves to kiss him silly and call him "babe", like everything he does doesn't make Taehyung want to melt in endearment and affection.

But he's not complaining.

Taehyung didn't even want to waste a single thought on superheroes before. But, as Jeongguk leans in for another slow kiss and murmurs the sweetest nothings in his ear, Taehyung finds that he doesn't mind wasting all his thoughts on this one in his arms.

And he loves it, just as deeply as he loves Jeongguk.

-

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[jeonjcngkook]

i cannot get over at all this little snippet !!! it’s only making me anticipate this fic more than i already am 🥵 i already love oc & spideykoo, i can already sense the angst but love between them 🥺👀.. as arden also put, im so thrilled to be a part of this & to watch this flourish into what i already know will be a fantastic fic 🕷️🕸️ 💙♥️

entangled | jjk&kth - teaser

⟶title: entangled

⟶au: marvel au

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ genre: romance, smut, love triangle

⟶wc: 1.5k for this

⟶banner: by meee, and yes I’m insane and made a new one

⟶warnings: mentions of blood, kissing, a boob grab and an ass grab, but no actual smut for this, Jungkook calls you Data

⟶ summary: Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend.

You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well?

Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world.

What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

⟶ authors note: hello darklings. I know a lot of people have been waiting for this fic, and you’ll have wait just a bit more. But in the meantime, I offer this little teaser to hold you over. A little glimpse of spidey kook. First chapter will be posted in just a few weeks!

Also, if you asked to be on the taglist just now that I tried messing with it for a long ass time and got annoyed lol. I may try again for the actual fic.

“What are you doing here anyways?” You shove against his broad chest and feel his arm release your waist. He sighs, following you inside your apartment.

“I know you’re upset I missed the study session…” Jungkook starts to explain, but you twist back around to face him.

“If my friends hadn’t seen you around campus now and then, they would think I made you up, Jungkook. You never show. It makes me look pathetic.” You cross your arms over your chest and wait for the next excuse.

“You aren’t pathetic, Data. I’m just…” Jungkook winces when he reaches for you, a hand moving down to his ribs in pain. “Sorry, it’s healing it’s just slow.”

“What’s healing? What happened to you?” You let the fight go for a moment, closing the space between the two of you and moving his hand out of the way.

Beneath his fingers is a large cut, bloody but half hidden by his suit. It looks angry and inflamed. What could’ve made a cut like this?

“It’s nothing. I’ll heal up in a couple hours.” He pulls your hand away, blood stained on the tips of your fingers.

“It won’t matter how quick you heal if it gets infected. Come in here.” Your hand wraps around his and you pull him into your small bathroom. You steady him against your bathroom vanity and move to grab your first aid kit from the cabinet above your toilet. “Take that off.” You gesture to his Spider-Man suit.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook teases, gingerly working his top half out of the suit. He hisses through his teeth as he peels the suit away from his ribs and lets it hang at his hips.

You are not the universe's strongest soldier.

Your eyes drift over all the dips and curves of muscle. A perfectly sculpted chest and abs you could literally eat off of are scrambling every sense you have in your head. You need to focus. Stay focused on the task at hand and not his ridiculously toned body.

“You okay, Data?” He asks, humor in his voice. That horrid nickname he had given you in your first year as lab partners is feeling more endearing these days. You clear your throat.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine? Just tending to Spider-Man’s wounds in my extremely tiny bathroom.” You try to laugh but it doesn’t sound genuine.

You take out some bandages and gauze and get to work cleaning him up. But even as you tape down the gauze, you can visibly see the wound getting smaller. Super powers were really something else.

“Data.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality.

“What?” You sigh.

“Please come here.” His hands reach for your hips and you give in, letting him pull you until you’re flush against him, suddenly nose to nose. “That’s better.”

“I’m angry with you.” You whisper, heart pumping a bit faster in the close proximity.

“I know that you are. I’m really sorry…I swear I wanted to be there.” You look down to see him slip his gloves off his hands and sit them on the countertop before they’re coming up to cup your face.

“Then what happened? You need to tell me.” Your hands wrap around his wrists.

“There’s something out there, Data. A…monster that we can’t figure out. He’s strong…and fast. Nothing I’ve ever seen before.” His thumbs brush the corners of your mouth.

“What does it want?”

“It keeps breaking into the Lab across the River. It’s looking for something. But no one at the lab is being very forthcoming with information.” His forehead presses to yours, “but Mr. Kim is working on that part.”

Seokjin Kim, also known as Ironman. He was a mentor and a good friend to Jungkook. He had helped Jungkook navigate the new world of being a superhero and also gave him a job to help him pay for school.

“Hasn’t Mr. Kim told you to call him Jin over and over?” You tease, hands coming up to rest against his chest. Jungkook laughs quietly, pulling you closer.

“He has. Guess it just slipped out.” His hands move down to palm your ass.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” You raise an eyebrow in question of his actions.

“Just feels like I haven’t touched you in so long.” His warm mouth finds your throat and he presses kisses to the skin.

“Two days is a long time?”

“It is when it comes to you. Thinking about how much I want you gets so distracting.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck making you giggle.

“So what I did for you two days ago wasn’t enough?” You let your hands slither down from his chest and over the planes of his stomach.

“Never enough.” His nose skims over your jaw until you’re back face to face and his lips are devouring yours. “I’d like to pay you back.”

“How?” You moan when you’re cut off by his tongue sliding into your mouth.

“Let me show you?” Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom.

Thinking he means to lead you to your bed, you start to pull him towards it but he seems to have other ideas, walking you back out onto the balcony. He releases your hand momentarily to slide his suit back up over his shoulders.

“What are you going to show me out here, Jungkook?” You start to feel suspicious.

“Do you trust me?” He jumps up onto your railing with ease, still holding your hand in his.

“Not if it involves you swinging me around off the side of buildings.” You start to pull your hand out of his, but his web shooter from the other wrist shoots a web at your torso, using his inhuman strength to pull you up onto the railing into his arms.

“I would never let you fall. Never. Just close your eyes for a few minutes. I promise it’ll be worth it, Data.” He touches your cheek gently, and even though you want to throw up every time he does this, you close your eyes and wrap your arms as tightly as possible around his neck and legs around his waist. “Ready?” He whispers in your ear, one strong arm wrapping around your back.

You don’t verbally answer, just nod once before burying your face into his neck.

And then the ground is no longer beneath your feet and the sickening feeling of free falling is very apparent. You try to breathe, squeezing yourself around Jungkook as you listen to the whooshing sound of his web shooters discharge and swing you between the tallest buildings in the city.

“You’re doing amazing.” Jungkook kisses your cheek, “just another minute.”

You keep your eyes squeezed shut until the curiosity becomes too overwhelming, making you dare to open your eyes just the slightest bit. You see the sun completely setting on the horizon, orange and purple hues slowly disappearing beneath the river. As long as you don’t think about how high up you are, it really is beautiful up here.

Jungkook shoots a web straight up into the air, letting it connect to the side of one of the tallest buildings, slowly pulling the two of you up until he’s reached the highest ledge, tapping your thighs so you know it’s safe to put your feet down.

“Why are we up here, Jungkook? You know the heights..” he kisses you before you can finish the sentence.

“Can we try something?” He smiles, and it’s infuriating. You’re too weak for this spidey boy. You sigh with exasperation.

“I’m already very wary of saying yes.” You look away from the ledge towards the top of the building.

“Let me make you feel good…up here.” His cheeks heat a little when he asks.

“Is this some kind of weird adrenaline thing? Why would you want that?” Your voice cracks and you sputter, disbelief heavy in your tone.

“I think it’ll be intense…feel so good.” His lips move down and his teeth nip at your jaw.

“It’s insane…” you melt into his touch and the way his mouth sucks at your neck.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll take you home. And I’ll get you naked in your bed instead.” He pulls your shirt over your head, fully knowing you’re about to give in.

“Bed sounds so good right now…”

“Please, Data…just try it.” He tosses your shirt to the side, cupping your breasts and kissing the tops of them.

“What do I have to do?” You feel too good to let the fear ruin the way he’s making you feel.

“Lie back on the ledge, with your arms above your head and your wrists crossed.”

You let him lead you down onto the ledge, every nerve in your body is hot and on the edge. Jungkook makes sure that you’re settled before he stands back up straight, looking down at you while you slowly move your arms above your head the way he asked.

“You’re perfect, Data.” Jungkook stares at you a moment longer before he aims his web shooter and traps your wrists together against the concrete ledge beneath you.

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[jkprkerz]

my favorite part of no way home was when jungkook showed up and was so peter parker