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yoongi glares at jungkook when he tries to move. “don’t. you. dare.”
jungkook grins sheepishly, but listens to yoongi nonetheless. “hyung, really. it’s just a scratch.”
“uh huh.” yoongi busies himself with finding more bandages. he forgot to resupply his first aid kit after the last time his boyfriend visited. “and tell me, spider-boy. how exactly did you get this so-called scratch?”
“w—ell~” jungkook sings it out, doing everything to stall. “i can definitely tell you it has nothing to do with jumping out of a burning building.”
jungkook grins so brightly that the white of his teeth contrasts starkly against his blackened face, no doubt caused by the smoke.
yoongi’s finally found the bandages. “mm. go on.”
jungkook’s smile dims a little. “and uh... well. it has nothing to do with the lack of bulletproof material in this suit. don’t worry, though. mr. stark’s working on that for me.”
“i see.”
yoongi rolls his chair toward jungkook, who’s lying on the bed per yoongi’s instructions. he starts to roll up the fabric of jungkook’s spider-man suit over his right leg. in actuality, he would be snipping the suit off the skin with scissors, but yoongi can’t handle the full potent power of jungkook’s pout.
“so this has nothing to do with exploding glass and debris in a burning building and it has nothing to do with bullets flying everywhere?”
“...yes.”
yoongi raises a brow, but remains focused on dabbing his cotton ball against the blood. when he’s done, he looks at jungkook, and smiles full gummy. “don’t think i won’t pour an entire bottle of alcohol on this damn leg.”
jungkook’s eyes widen, and he starts stammering in his defense. “but, but, hyung! i’m being serious, really! i didn’t get this during the commotion.”
yoongi grabs his bottle of antiseptic, driving a burning stare into the fearful depths of jungkook’s fearful eyes. “i will break up with you if you don’t tell the truth.”
jungkook blinks before breaking out into yet another bunny grin. “you would never break up with me.”
yoongi holds his gaze for a moment before reluctantly admitting he’s right. “but... i can do something worse.”
“oh, yeah?” jungkook challenges. “and what’s that?”
“i’ll tell joon.”
“no!” jungkook exclaims, aghast. “don’t tell hyung! he’ll never stop mothering and fussing over me if he finds out.”
yoongi holds the antiseptic up higher.
“ugh, fine. fine.” jungkook reaches over to the table, starts scrolling through his phone. “it’s because of him.”
yoongi peers closer at the photo. “this is a cat.”
“yes. i named him meowngi in commemoration of my boyfriend.”
“you... did you seriously get hurt from falling out of a tree for the third time this month?”
jungkook holds up his signature peace sign. “hello, there. i’m your friendly neighborhood spider-man. escaping fires? no problem. defeating bad guys with guns? no problem. saving cats stuck in trees? please remain on hold for the next available representative.”
yoongi barks out a laugh, attending to jungkook’s leg once more. “god, no. imagine if there were more of you out there.”
jungkook hums contemplatively. “never say never, hyung. the multiverse could be real.”
“could be, yeah.” yoongi hears jungkook hiss when the cleaning solution hits jungkook’s skin. he picks up his hand, kisses the palm in apology. “but until there’s substantial proof, keep that shit away from me.”
“...hey, hyung.”
“mm?”
“if the multiverse were real, i would be with you in every single one.”
“...”
“hyung is cute when his ears turn red, hehe.”
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