Summary: In which Jeon Jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. Even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head! Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; Spiderman AU Word Count: 14,838 Author’s Note: Honestly though, it was only a matter of time before I got around to writing a story like this. I am obsessed with Spiderman, so this might just be the foundational guideline for many future Jungkook Spiderman AU drabbles to come in the future.
The story was also heavily inspired by this photo that made me cry for seven days and seven nights. +photo credit !!!!!!!
If Jeon Jungkook is against anything in his life, it’s one’s ability to exaggerate certain situations or problems to make those things seem much bigger than they probably were. Well, actually, take that back. It’s not that he’s against it per say, it’s just that his peer’s daily struggles of pop quizzes and missing the morning bus aren’t exactly headliner news—especially in comparison to what he has to go through.
Jeon Jungkook is against exaggeration, probably because he can’t get away with it himself. It’s not that he doesn’t like to exchange his fair share of embellished stories or fabricated events weaved into true experiences, it’s that he can’t afford to do so. Sharing stories of his nightly routines and dashing superhero adventures may seem great, but only if he could manage the burden of a personal life and a masked life intertwining.
As an 18-year-old boy, he can probably say it’s safe to assume that he cannot. Manage the overwhelming, opposite pressure both of his lives take him, that is. It’s difficult enough being a college freshman, a tiny fish in an ocean of whales and sharks, but throw in his late night Spiderman facade would be too much of a tale to share with other people and peers who probably ask too many questions and know too much about him. He’s never liked the exposure that comes with being in the spotlight, and he can’t hide behind his mask if people knew who he was.
Oh. Right. Speaking of his Spiderman facade, that’s who is he. Haven’t heard of him? You know, the dashing hero of Seoul, red and blue spandex attire with a web shooter, fine tuned senses and amazingly quick reflexes? The boy who swings around the city, volunteering for trouble and always coming out right on top? The boy who constantly maintains that casual, slightly amused tone throughout a majority of his rescues?
anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever:
yes, you love Angus McDonald, we know, you love Angus McDonald so much, he's the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love Angus McDonald, we KNOW , you love Angus McDonald you fucking love Angus McDonald ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE ANGUS MCDONALD. WE GET IT.
Crouched down next to her, Danny shot her a grin. He was looking far too enthusiastic. Sam would even go as far as to say Danny’s killer wasn’t the only one having fun in all this. “Hey. I just thought of what we can call that kiss move back there,” he whispered. “A fakeout-make—”
“Danny!” Sam exploded, cheeks burning. She had hoped he wouldn’t mention that kiss. Like, ever. “Let’s figure out a plan.”
Danny made a face. “What. Sneak into that? No sweat.”
“What are you going to do?” Sam asked warily, not liking the green lightening that was building in his irises.
“Nothing bad,” Danny promised. He held out his hand. “Ready?”