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Yoongi is making coffee when an explosion rocks his apartment building.
Cursing, Yoongi grabs his phone and heads for the window, shifting the curtains aside. It feels like every other week some super villain decides that Seoul is a great place to take out their anger issues, but usually they’re closer to the city center instead of near the apartment complex that Yoongi lives in. It makes finals week hell for the college students in the dorms near where super villains go to have a bit of fun trying to cause mayhem; Jeongguk, Yoongi’s closest friend, has complained of it a million times.
At first glance, Yoongi can’t see anything that caused the explosion, and then his phone is ringing in his pocket. He glances down to pick it up, and in the corner of his eye, he sees a dark blur fly by his window. Looking up, he sees a strange sort of distorted creature across the street, and he lets the curtains fall shut.
What the fuck was that.
Yoongi picks up the call, staring distantly at the curtains. “Hello?”
“Yoongi. Hey. Hi. Are you home?” It’s Jeongguk, his voice choppy and breathless, as if he’s running while he’s talking.
“Jeongguk?” Yoongi asks, frowning. “Yeah. I am. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! Nothing is wrong,” Jeongguk says hurriedly, and Yoongi blinks a couple of times.
“Where are you?” Yoongi asks, straining his ears. “It sounds like a crowd. College? Thought you didn’t have classes.”
“Uhm. Yeah. Don’t. Have you looked outside?” Jeongguk asks, and then a string of curses leaves the receiver. Yoongi tilts his head.
“Uh, yeah. There was an explosion near my apartment? Saw a weird blur go by my window.”
“Fuuuuuck,” Jeongguk hisses, and Yoongi shakes his head, blinking a few times.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, gripping his cell phone a little bit tighter in his hands.
“I’m fine,” Jeongguk says quickly. “But uhm. I have something to ask of you.”
“Sure, anything,” Yoongi replies easily. “What’s the problem?”
“Stay inside, don’t make any noise, don’t open the curtains or look outside. Turn on the news if you must, but keep it on mute. Promise me, hyung. You have to promise me,” Jeongguk stresses, and Yoongi frowns, confused.
“I-I promise. But why?” Yoongi asks, tilting his head.
“Thank you,” Jeongguk breathes, ignoring the question completely. “And hyung?”
“Yeah, Gguk?”
“If this is the last time I speak to you, please know that I love you, I love you so much and I wish that we could have had more time together.” Jeongguk’s voice drops into a whisper, barely audible over the line. “I love you, Yoongi-hyung, and I have for years now.”
“Jeong--” Yoongi begins, but he doesn’t get a chance do finish.
A loud explosion bursts through the phone earpiece, and Yoongi jerks it away from his ear, blinking in shock before he slams the phone back to his ear.
“Gguk?” Yoongi gasps, scared, unsure of what’s happening on the other end of the line.
“I’m okay,” Jeongguk replies, but his voice is strained. “I have to go.”
“Wait, no-”
The dial tone comes through the phone and Yoongi pulls it away from his face slowly, blinking a few times before allowing it to fall into his lap.
What the fuck just happened?
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Jeongguk hates aliens with every fiber of his being.
He hates them, hates them, hates them. They’re worse than all of the super villains he’s faced - which really aren’t that many, due to the fact that he’s a smaller time superhero than most of the people he works with. And speaking of those people —
“Jeon, look the hell to your left!”
Jeongguk twists his body and dives, avoiding an alien going straight for him, launching a web after it and tying it down so that one of the other heroes can flip over and slice it to pieces. A blur of red and black passes him by and then the alien is in bits and pieces, one of the female superheroes standing over its body. She looks up and meets Jeongguk’s eyes through the mask, winking before launching back into battle.
He’s still not over the fact that his night job involves working with Eagle, one of the best known former assassins on the team. Heroes rotate around - the main Avengers operate out of New York City, sending recruits back and forth through the countries. The Seoul branch had a rather impressive collection of heroes, of which Jeongguk was newly registered.
The head of the Seoul HQ is Iron Dragon, a counterpart of the infamous Iron Man in New York, and Iron Dragon just so happens to be --
A blast flies over Jeongguk’s head and disintegrates five aliens, as tilting his head back, Jeongguk can see the iconic shine of black and silver metal of Iron Dragon. And that is why Jeongguk admires him.
“Nice shot, Kwon-sunbaenim!” Jeongguk calls, and over the comm in his suit he can hear Iron Dragon’s laugh.
“Thanks, kid. Now focus, we have a fight to win.”
“Roger that, sir!” Jeongguk shouts before throwing himself back into the fray.
In the midst of a fight, Jeongguk falls back on his instincts. Doesn’t think much, just acts and moves and does his damndest not to get hit by anything, though it’s near impossible. Aliens are annoying.
Not like he’s fought them before - mostly petty crimes and whatnot but. His instincts are as top notch as they come.
Most of the fighting is centered in the city center, a bit away from the location Jeongguk is taking. He’s closer to where Yoongi’s apartment is - Yoongi, who heard an explosion from his apartment. Yoongi, who might be in danger. Yoongi, who he cut comm contact with the other heroes to make a call to.
Yoongi, who he finally told that he loves him, just in case everything goes wrong.
Iron Dragon, Eagle, and one of the heroes with magic capabilities - Vipress, if Jeongguk can remember correctly - are currently working a scheme with Loki and Thor, who they’re talking to remotely from New York, and a couple other gods - gods. Jeongguk still can’t wrap his head around that one. A scheme that would open a wormhole in the sky and force the aliens into it, saving Seoul so that the heroes can jump on a jet to the closest major city to help fight off the rest of the aliens.
It’s bold and risky, but. Jeongguk’s seen a lot of bold and risky already over the past few months that he’s worked around being Spider-Man and a college student with, you know, actual responsibilities that impact his future career and life. Add that to balancing time to hang out with Yoongi and actually get some sleep, and well. Jeongguk’s had a lot to deal with.
The tail of one of the aliens catches him in the chest, sending him flying through the wall of one of the many surrounding buildings. Jeongguk groans, tipping his head back slightly to catch his breath before going back to the fight, tying up the alien and calling for someone to come slice it into pieces for him. He hasn’t really got the ability to cut things; just tie them down for others to deal with. It seems to work alright so far.
The metal suit that Iron Dragon has gifted him with takes the brunt of the blows from the aliens, but not all of it, banging Jeongguk up more than he’d like to admit or think about in the middle of a fight that’s been raging for hours by now.
The sky opens up above him, and Jeongguk tilts his head to look - the clouds take on a vibrant collision of colors, blues and purples and greens, and he watches in slight awe as aliens are yanked from the streets into the sky, shrieking as they go. But the window of distraction makes him vulnerable - and suddenly he’s being swept off his feet and body slammed into a brick wall of a nearby shop, the brick collapsing around him and banging against his suit, an alien perched on top of him, hissing.
Claws swipe at his face, tearing through the metal mask on his right cheek before it too is pulled into the sky, back to where it came from. Jeongguk allows his body to collapse, eyes distant as he watches the aliens be sucked into the vortex. It looks like the scheme Loki and Thor had proposed worked - a few hours later than Jeongguk would have liked, along with the rest of the Avengers, but it worked nonetheless.
Pain clouds Jeongguk’s vision as his adrenaline wears off, and he grunts, shoving a section of the wall off of his body with a small cry of pain. Everything hurts like hell, and Jeongguk blinks a few times to make sure he’s able to think straight and well. He’s never been very good at that.
Through the pain, Jeongguk can only manage one coherent thought - Yoongi.
Yoongi. Have to get to Yoongi.
Jeongguk pulls himself up from the ground, panting, and aims for the closest building, shooting a web and slinging himself through the air in the direction of Yoongi’s apartment, dodging around broken buildings and remains of aliens as he goes, barely surveying the damage of the city.
The fight is over. And he has someone to get home to.
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Yoongi curls up on the corner of the couch, staring distantly at the television, a news channel flickering across the screen with the sound muted. The threat of aliens - aliens, god - had been taken care of thanks to a group of heroes, led by the rather infamous Iron Dragon. There had been a lot of heroes, some wounded and a couple dead, but most alive and helping the city after a fight that raged for most of the day.
The phone on Yoongi’s left hasn’t lit up with a notification from Jeongguk yet, and he’s scared, worried, unsure of what to do. The area where Jeongguk’s college is had been in the zone where the aliens had managed to attack, and Yoongi hasn’t seen a report on how many died in that area yet. He stays still, motionless, waiting for the news station to report the losses, the thousands dead thanks to an unknown planet launching an attack on Earth, on Seoul, on other various major cities worldwide.
Yoongi jumps when the window of his apartment suddenly flies open, and he turns to the window with wide eyes and watches in absolute confusion when fucking Spider-Man crawls into his living room, beaten up and banged around with dents in his suit. The hero collapses when he’s inside the room, breathing heavily, and Yoongi raises an eyebrow.
“Uhm,” he says aloud, about to ask why a fucking superhero crawled through his window, and Spider-Man’s head turns towards him, and a couple seconds later the mask retracts and reveals --
“Jeongguk?” Yoongi gasps, standing up from the couch and letting the blanket wrapped around him slip to the ground, mind racing at a mile a minute. It’s not everyday you find out your closest friend and crush is kind of a fucking superhero. “Jeongguk? What the fuck.”
“Hi, Yoongi-hyung,” Jeongguk says weakly, a small smile pulling on his split, bloodstained lips, and he winces as he speaks. “Got a first aid kit?”
Yoongi nods in shock before approaching Jeongguk, carefully reaching a hand out and cupping Jeongguk’s cheek, thumbing over the new cut on his cheek which had haphazardly healed itself shut, dried blood tracking down his cheek. Jeongguk stares back as Yoongi looks him over, looking for major injuries and slowly reassuring himself that yes, this is Jeongguk, and he is alive.
A few moments pass and then Yoongi yanks Jeongguk into a tight hug, his shoulders shaking as he winds his arms around Jeongguk, who blinks a few times before carefully reaching his arms and hugging Yoongi back, balking when he realizes that Yoongi’s shoulders are shaking.
“I thought you had died,” Yoongi chokes out after a moment, and Jeongguk exhales slowly, burying his head into Yoongi’s shoulder regardless of the stinging pain it brings. “And then you just crawl through my window on the goddamn fifth floor, I- Jeongguk, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.”
Jeongguk laughs brokenly, hugging Yoongi a little tighter. “The entire time I was out there, I was terrified,” he admits, voice muffled into Yoongi’s shoulder. “I was so scared. What if they reached your apartment building? What if you got caught in the crossfire? What if one of them found you and killed you? I could barely focus on what I was doing, but I did it - the whole team did it, really. ’M sorry for keeping this a secret, hyung, but. Was scared you’d hate me like some people in the city do.”
“God,” Yoongi sobs, grip tightening even more, if that was even possible. “God, no. I love you so fucking much, Ggukie, I’d never hate you.”
They fall quiet, Jeongguk’s eyes tearing up as he listens to Yoongi trying to muffle his sobs until he lets go and he’s crying too, scared and relieved and overwhelmed. So much had happened in the time span of only a few hours - and it came to a sudden screeching stop and now everything is slowly processing and Jeongguk is realizing just how terrified he was out there. How scared for Yoongi that he was. How scared for himself.
“Hyung, the phone call before everything, I…” Jeongguk trails off, unsure, and Yoongi pulls back a little bit and gently places a hand to his cheek.
“You’re dumb if you think I don’t love you too,” Yoongi says softly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he smiles fondly at Jeongguk, who lets out a small, broken sob before reaching a hand to grab Yoongi’s shirt collar and pull him in.
Their first kiss tastes like blood and tears, a strangely appropriate mix for the two of them. It’s desperate, fueled by years of pining and the intensity of the fear of almost losing each other, and Yoongi tumbles forwards, bracing himself with his knees on either side of Jeongguk’s legs, one hand on Jeongguk’s shoulder and the other cupping his cheek.
Jeongguk lets out a small sound of pain and Yoongi jerks back, eyes widening.
“Oh fuck, you’re hurt,” he blurts out, and Jeongguk raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah? The first thing I asked for was a first aid kit, but it can wait. I wanna kiss you, come back,” he whines, but Yoongi stands and lightly flicks his forehead.
“Bandages first, kisses second. Okay?”
Jeongguk pushes out his lower lip in a pout, but doesn’t stop Yoongi from grabbing the first aid kit and a change of clothes for Jeongguk to change into from the metal suit. As much as he protests against not kissing, Jeongguk accepts the clothes with a breath of relief and takes off the suit, pulling on the sweatpants and leaves off the tee shirt for now so that Yoongi to treat his wounds.
They sit together on the floor of the apartment, Yoongi holding bandages and hydrogen peroxide, dabbing a cotton ball soaked with the chemical on Jeongguk’s wounds, making him wince a little. Every time he winces, Yoongi pecks him on the cheek in apology, and he notices that Jeongguk starts wincing more than he should be, but he indulges him anyways.
“Thank you,” Jeongguk says softly when all of his wounds are bandaged and he’s pulled on his tee shirt, leaning his head against Yoongi’s shoulders as the elder covers their intertwined legs with the blanket that had fallen from the couch earlier.
“Of course,” Yoongi replies, turning his head and pressing a kiss to the crown of Jeongguk’s head.
“Are we gonna talk about this- about us?” Jeongguk asks in a small voice, and Yoongi hums.
“Tomorrow. For now, just wanna sit here with you. Know that you’re alive and all that.”
Jeongguk nods once in agreement before turning and snuggling into Yoongi’s side, one hand falling into Yoongi’s lap and grabbing his hand, lacing their fingers together. Yoongi smiles fondly, and squeezes Jeongguk’s hand lightly, and Jeongguk squeezes back, content.
Yoongi closes his eyes and focuses on the rise and fall of Jeongguk’s chest against him, on the smell of chemicals in the air, on the warmth of Jeongguk’s hand in his. Jeongguk is here, he’s alive, and everything will be okay.
They’ll talk tomorrow. But Yoongi thinks that they both know what they want without even opening their mouths.
Around them, the city settles. Everything is going to be okay.