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Jiung landed gracefully (as he always did. He had totally never been so worried about getting caught that he’d almost slipped, fallen, and died several times) on the windowsill, slowly letting out the breath he’d been holding in. Every time he came back from a crime scene, he was thankful Keeho hated it when it got too hot and slept with the window mostly open. It made getting in the dorm without a lot of sound and detection much easier. Using his webs, Jiung carefully opened the window a little more so he didn’t have to slip through the crack like a little whore, and landed in a low crouch without a sound.
Jiung sighed as he pulled his mask over his head, his grown-out blonde hair sticking up every which way. He gave another heavy sigh as he stood up and turned around to fully close the window. He stood there for a moment, letting the cool breeze wash over him. He closed his eyes, taking in the emotions from the night. It had been a particularly rough go with Sandman tonight, so Jiung was exhausted. He couldn’t wait to take off his suit, tend to his wounds, and pass out in his bed… and then wake up in a few short hours to go to some schedules, have dinner with the members, and do it all over again.
Jiung stayed like that for a little bit, breathing in and out in slow, steady breaths. After he felt slightly more regulated, he opened his eyes, and smiled to himself. Yeah, being Spiderman was fucking hard as shit on top of his idol career, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. He truly was grateful and honored that the world had picked him to help make it a better place. He felt better about his position knowing that he could be a little more responsible for protecting his members, and not just leave the burden completely to Keeho. He quickly pulled his mask back over his head (just in case), and was about to turn around when he felt a quick, sharp, agonizing pressure to the back of his skull. The room started spinning, and suddenly everything went black.
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PANG!
Keeho gripped the handle of the frying pan harder as he watched the figure fall onto the floor with a heavy thud. “Oh, my God.” Keeho breathed out. With as many crazy things that had happened to Keeho in his whole life, he was pretty sure this one took the cake. Sure, he’d thought about someone breaking into the dorm a million times before. He just never thought it would happen in the way that it currently was… or at all, really, to be honest. Keeho blinked. What was he supposed to do now? If he called their manager, he would make a whole big deal of it and Keeho didn’t really feel like dealing with that right now. He could probably take care of this himself… right? He took the tiniest steps closer to the figure, his heart racing. He took a deep breath, and crouched down by the person laying on his floor. It was hard to see in the dark of the night, but it seemed like the figure was wearing a suit of some kind. Not like the fancy ones Keeho wore to award ceremonies, but almost like… a super hero suit? It was the middle of July; Halloween wasn’t for a few months yet. Who the hell was this guy?
Keeho squinted, hoping it would help him make out more of this person’s appearance. Keeho sighed, adjusted the pan to his left hand, and pulled his phone slowly out of the pocket of his shorts with his right. If this wakes them up, it’s actually over. Keeho went to his flashlight, and swiped it onto the lowest setting. He shone it on the figure, and once his eyes adjusted, he froze. “Holy shit. That’s- that’s Spiderman.” Keeho’s eyes widened, his mouth opening in shock. Spiderman was real? Well, of course he was real, but still! Shota had shown him videos before of the man swinging and jumping around from building to building, but Keeho had thought- actually, he didn’t know what he thought before. All he knew was that the more-than-real Spiderman was on the floor of his dorm, knocked out cold from a stupid frying pan. What should I do? I could have just killed my own friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Keeho took a deep breath, staring down at the man- Spiderman, that is. Wait… who even is this guy? He peered slightly closer, but he couldn’t tell anything with the stranger’s mask on. I mean, I could… no, that would be crazy and uncalled for. But… he did break into my dorm… so it’s kind of only fair.
Keeho bit his lip, contemplating. If he took this guy’s mask off, he would know who Spiderman was and be cooler than most people (even though he already was) with his knowledge. Or, he could leave the mask on with respect for the other, but forever kick himself for never finding out who was underneath it. Keeho sighed to himself, scooting closer again to the hero, setting the pan down to the side. He reached his hand forward, but stopped, realizing the absurdity of the situation. “What am I doing?” THE Spiderman had stumbled into his room and was laying knocked out (still, thankfully) cold on the floor, and Keeho was about to uncover his identity for funsies. He laughed quietly to himself, and shook his head. Okay, it’s fine. Whatever. It’s now or never.
“Okay, okay. Three… two… one..!” Keeho whispered to himself, and ripped the stranger's mask off with a squeak. He jumped back, just in case the person shot up and tried to kill him or something. He grabbed the pan again, holding it out in front of him. The person didn’t move (Keeho really must have done a number on them), and he let out a long breath. He stayed there for a moment, pan in hand, looking at the now unmasked individual laying on his dorm floor. Seriously; What the hell am I doing? Keeho rolled his eyes at himself, and looked up towards the window. Bright, beautiful moonlight shimmered in from the night, cascading right over the person’s head. If that wasn't a sign, Keeho didn’t know what it was. He set the pan down and slowly crept closer to the person’s head, still making sure not to get too close. The first thing he noticed was the person’s light blonde hair falling every which way around their face. Huh, Jiung has the same exact hair color right now, that’s so funny. Keeho’s eyes scanned over the person’s face: strong jawline, thin yet full lips, very well done eyebrows, and one of the most attractive noses Keeho had ever seen. Huh, their nose looks just like… Keeho froze.
Choi Jiung, his roommate, colleague, and best friend was laying unconscious on the ground because Keeho beat the shit out of him with a frying pan, and was the one and only Spiderman.
“Holy shit,” Keeho whispered to himself. If this were true- which it was, there was no denying that was Jiung’s handsome face- then it would explain a lot of things that had occurred within the last six months: Jiung disappearing during the night and being extra tired during the day, seeming slightly more on edge when there was news of a crime happening near them, the unplanned and sporadic disappearances throughout the day, the random cuts, bruises, and other various injuries that Jiung would acquire out of nowhere. It all made perfect sense. And of course it would be Jiung that became Spiderman; he was such a friendly guy, extremely positive yet realistic, and was always putting other’s needs ahead of himself and doing whatever he could to help his members, and anyone else for that matter. Those were some of the many things that Keeho liked about Jiung. Keeho sighed. Why didn’t Jiung tell him? He could have kept it a secret! He wasn’t stupid; he knew the identity of Spiderman was not something to mess with. Yes, earlier he may have been thinking about how cool he’d be if he knew Spiderman’s identity, but he didn’t mean it; he wasn’t actually going to tell anyone. He’s not that dumb.
Keeho sighed, and he felt tears threaten to well up in his eyes. Seriously, why didn’t Jiung tell him? They were best friends, and Jiung should know that he could confide in Keeho. He may be an extravagant, at times annoying, and outgoing person, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be there and listen to Jiung in times of need. Although they clashed from time to time, Keeho loved working with and confiding in Jiung. The pair went really well together, and it made Keeho’s heart happy. He had always wondered if they would work out as more… no, now wasn’t the time to be thinking such things; It would just upset him further. Keeho sat there for a few minutes, emotions all over the place. He watched as Jiung’s breathing slowed down, falling into a peaceful rhythm. Maybe he had fallen asleep- shit, Keeho hit him hard enough that he would probably be out for another few hours or so. He bent forward and carefully pushed a piece of straw colored hair out of Jiung’s face, softly caressing his cheek as he did.
Keeho sighed and stood up, placing his hands on his hips. Fuck.
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Jiung’s eyes opened slowly, the dull throbbing in the back of his head making it hard to form a coherent thought. He groaned, stretching carefully on the soft, silky sheets below him. Wait… sheets? Jiung blinked his eyes open fully now, processing the sensations around him. He was warm, cozy, and covered in a blanket- specifically the black blanket with a cute little frog in the top left corner on it- from his bed. Jiung shot up, feeling around him. Yep, it was his bed alright. He lifted the covers to check- luckily enough, he was still clothed- in his suit, no less. But… but I must have been knocked out. What even… oh. Oh no, no, no. Keeho…
Jiung rubbed his hands over his face (which was maskless. Shoot, he was going to have to find that later), his mind running a million miles an hour yet focused on one thing: had Keeho been the one to knock him out? To put him in his bed? To take his freakin’ mask off? It was the only possible explanation; no one else lived with them at the moment, and no one had been over when Jiung swung on back to the dorm- he had made sure to ask Keeho if anyone was coming over before he left. He sat up and groaned into his hands. How was he going to explain all of this to Keeho? Knowing him, he was probably upset that Jiung hadn’t told him what was going on. There was no way Jiung would have been able to, though. Yes, they were as close as close could be (even when they attempted to cover it up with bickering), but Jiung would never jeopardize Keeho’s life like that. He didn’t want to lose Keeho. He cared about him too much; more than he was willing to admit.
Jiung took a deep breath and peeked out from his hands to Keeho’s side of the room. Keeho was lying in his bed, covered up to his nose, scrolling on his phone. He’s awake. Maybe I can… I can talk to him. He put his hands in his lap, balling them into fists, and looked at Keeho fully. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Keeho looked over at Jiung, locking eyes with him. It was hard for Jiung to read, but Keeho’s eyes held… nothing. He couldn’t read him at all. Jiung swallowed. C’mon, say something! He dug his nails into his palms, and bit his lip. Keeho’s gaze didn’t waver once. Sure, Keeho had been angry with him before; they squabbled all the time. But this was different. Jiung felt like he was drowning in Keeho’s dark eyes. His look said nothing at all, yet everything all at once. “Kyo.”
The nickname reserved for very special occasions slipped out, and both men froze. Keeho’s gaze faltered for a split second, and then became slightly more intense. It sent a chill right up Jiung’s spine. Jiung’s mouth was still open, and he willed himself to say more- anything else. But nothing came out, once again. Damnit Jiung, get it together! Keeho blinked, breaking the intense game of eye contact. He rolled over to his side and resumed scrolling on his phone, as if Jiung hadn’t even said anything. Jiung felt tears sting in the corner of his eyes. This was so difficult, and for what? “Keeho. Can we talk, please?”
A moment passed by. “No.” Keeho said simply. He plugged his phone in and set it on his nightstand. Keeho wiggled deeper into his covers and pulled his sleep mask over his eyes, signifying that the conversation was over. Jiung felt anger well up inside of him. Really? Keeho was seriously going to be petty right now? All Jiung wanted to do was explain to Keeho- well, everything, really. And Keeho wasn’t even giving the other blonde a chance to do so. Jiung sighed, and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in. Alright, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay. He just needs some time to process, that’s all. I will absolutely talk to him tomorrow. I have to. I NEED to.
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Jiung folded his hands together and rested them under his chin, his eyes glued to Keeho’s backside. Keeho was making his famous morning greek yogurt bowl, cheerfully humming a tune that sounded like “Gotta Get Back” by Pink Sweat$ as if everything was normal. He hadn’t said anything to Jiung since last night’s staredown, and Jiung was worried. What was he supposed to tell him? How was he supposed to tell him? It just would have put him in more danger than he already was with being an idol, and a very popular and attractive one at that. Jiung started bouncing his leg under the table, the nerves eating him alive. He was used to Keeho annoying him and talking his ear off first thing in the morning, and Jiung had to pretend that it bothered him. But, the truth was, he liked it. He really liked it. He could listen to Keeho talk for a long time, honestly. Jiung didn’t want the morning routine- or their friendship- to be ruined just because he failed to mention that he was Spiderman. He took a quick breath and stood up, hands flat on the table. “Keeho, we need to talk about last night. Please. Let me explain.”
Keeho turned around, leaning against the counter, and the pair stared at each other for a minute. Jiung was afraid to breathe. What if Keeho walked away? What if Keeho kept ignoring him? What if he decided that this was all too much and that their friendship- or whatever they had going on- wasn’t worth it anymore? Keeho crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow. Clearly his patience was wearing thin, and Jiung needed to say something. “Look, I understand you’re probably upset because I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want to worry you or put you in danger. I know you could’ve handled it, but you already have a lot going on with leading us. I didn’t want to add more onto your plate. I wanted to.. to protect you. Let’s just talk, okay? I- I care about you, alright? I’m s-”
And then Keeho’s lips were on Jiung’s. He didn’t know how it happened, but all he knew is that they were soft, tender, and downright delectable. Jiung brought his hand up to gently cup Keeho’s face, afraid to break whatever moment was happening between them. Keeho’s hands moved to the front of Jiung’s shirt, clinging to it like Jiung would disappear at any second. Jiung brought his other hand to Keeho’s face, holding his face in his hands like he was the most precious thing on Earth. Keeho sighed into Jiung’s mouth, and Jiung deepened the kiss. The fear, the tension, the feelings that had been swirling around in Jiung’s heart was all being left right on Keeho’s lips, and he hoped the other blonde felt the same way. Jiung had barely registered what had happened when Keeho pulled away, a small smirk on his lips. “Yeah, yeah. I know. You didn’t tell me to protect me. I get it. I understand.”
Jiung stared at him, mouth agape. “You’re- you’re not angry? Or holding a grudge? You don’t have questions? I-”
Keeho put a finger to Jiung’s lips. “Just let me know when you’re coming back to the dorm from a mission so you don’t scare the hell outta me, yeah? I don’t exactly want to hit you with a pan again. Well, kinda. I can do it again if you want.” He smiled and winked, grabbed his bag and yogurt bowl from the table, opened the door, turned to give Jiung a little wave, and shut the door. Jiung stood there and blinked, dumbfounded. He slowly brought his fingers to his lips, gently brushing them. Well. Maybe he should have told Keeho he was Spiderman a loooong time ago.