Archive of Our Own

The government in your world definitely worked in strange ways. A rare gene let people activate powers hidden within oneself- no other having the same. That meant that if someone had flight, no one else had it. Though it was so rare, that it was such a slim chance of seeing someone have that power.

Some people decided to use their powers for their own advantages- these were the supervillains.

Such a cliche, right?

The difference was how the government dealt with it.

Instead of putting these people in jail, they’d simply have the superheroes foil their plans. Odd, right? Well, those who didn’t wish to do evil typically volunteered to use their powers- since one couldn’t exactly blend or fit into society with the powers they were born with. Therefore, the government assigned them to a known supervillain with powers equal to theirs so that they’d essentially cancel each other out. Neither would be able to kill one another, but the superhero could ruin the plan for the supervillain, but wouldn’t be able to capture them and send them to jail.

The reason for this system was as a way to keep both parties rather busy. The villains running away and the heroes chasing after them. It was, in this case, the government could ensure the heroes would be too busy to turn against them, and the villain would be too focused on their archnemesis to focus on the actual government. It kept the supers in a completely different world from them, in a sense where they didn’t have to be involved and they’d solve their own problems.

Your power was telekinesis. Your super name was Circe, after the Greek Goddess of magic and witchcraft. Mainly because the first time you displayed your telekinesis, you were thought to be a witch. The first time you did it for your own personal gain was when you were using it at the bank, chatting up one of the workers while the safe was unlocking behind him, and he was none the wiser. It was brilliant- and was one of the best parts of being a villain.

But unfortunately, it was your enemy who foiled your plans.

You practically seethed when you thought to your archnemesis, the other side of your coin, Coder. Oh, how you loathed him. He was essentially a ‘glitch’ of the real world, able to transport to new and impossible places within the blink of an eye, and all you could see were his pixelated remains before he was right by your side. It was sort of like transportation- but not quite. Transportation was always different. Besides, you remembered how different it was in the beginning- he had accidentally glitched himself to be partially stuck with a plant at his side and had to glitch his way out. You figured it was just nerves since he was the most recently released superhero, only a few weeks after you started your 'rampage’, but you never failed to joke about it just to get under his skin mid-duel.

Coder got far better though, and soon enough you were actually beginning to put up a fight. He had a good build- and something was so oddly familiar about him it made your mind hazy.

Supers had a thing where whenever they slipped into their 'true’ identities, as many often called it, and out of their aliases, they’d have a sort of haze or charm that hid their face from anyone elses’ perception. Sure, you could sense cocky smiles or twinkling eyes- but when it came down to it their identity was hidden, and it was impossible to recognize them. That was unless they revealed it to you. That was known to happen once or twice, once supers had retired or those very rare cases. The moment they announce the news to the world, everyone can recognize them.

They could also tell a friend, but even if the friend told, the spell wouldn’t be broken to the new informant. It was weird- but just another part of the gene you supposed.

Besides, it was far better than those ugly masks.

At the moment you were doing something very super villainy- holding the principal of a nearby high school over the roof, dangling him by his ankle over the ledge. Truth was, you were just having a really bad day at the moment, and this asshole spilled coffee all over you at the cafe you were visiting and didn’t bother apologizing, instead treating you as though you were the nuisance to his day. So you followed them to work, which happened to be the school, not one you used to go to, thank god. And then you simply barged into the school, stomping through the hallways as the path cleared before you, and dragged the man by his ankles as the two of you floated to the roof. You were face to face with him, and he was begging for mercy, wondering what he possibly could’ve done. You were tempted to tell him you were the waitress at the cafe that he treated so rudely- but of course, you weren’t an idiot.

“Why can’t you be like most villains who tell the heroes their plans before they actually do them?” a familiar voice chastizes behind you.

You stop your mid-scolding to turn to Coder, a grin stretching across your face. Despite how annoying and irritating Coder could be, you were especially fond of him. Probably to the point where if some other villain tried to hurt him you’d destroy them, reminding them how it was your job. Heroes and villains had a complicated relationship, sure. On the line between friends and enemies- since they did spend most of their time together. Yet the other could be a complete nuisance.

You were confident Coder felt equally as reluctantly-fond of you as you did him.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” you chuckle, turning around to face him. His suit was black and silver, tight in that way that clung to his body. You might not be able to decipher his familiar face, but you definitely knew that beneath the skin-tight suit he was positively ripped. It made you laugh at the string bean he used to be back in the old days.

“Doesn’t answer my question,” Coder grins, stepping forward. Silly how he does that, especially when he could simply glitch his way over to you.

“What? I’m not like those other cliche villains you know,” you laugh. “I’m just treating this jerk a lesson.”

“By killing him?” Coder pouts. “Hasn’t anyone taught you about the justice system?”

“There’s no justice in this world,” you say. “That’s why us villains put it in our own hands while you heroes try to stop us like the goody-two-shoes you all are.”

“Funny,” he snorts with derision. “If you guys were doing the right thing, how come you’re called villains?”

“Well, maybe not all of us. But I for one am-”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, can you two stop your flirty bantering and get me down?!” the principal screams, his voice throaty.

Irritated, you turn to him, your gaze piercing and boring into his red face. He gulps as you give the false pretense of a smile. “Sure thing,” you grin, releasing your telekinetic grip on his ankle.

He screeched, falling three stories. You tapped your foot, yawning as you stared below as the crowd stepped away from the falling body, Coder glitching below to catch the man.

“You’re saved, sir,” he said, setting the man down and onto his feet.

“You should’ve been here five minutes ago!” the principal scolded. “If you were one of my kids here, I’d-”

You floated down behind him, crossing your arms as you stared at the back of his head. The students and staff before the man gulped, staring at you with fear as they pointed to you with shaky fingers. The principal froze, and you didn’t need to see his face to know that all the blood drained from it.

“She’s behind me, isn’t she?”

“Yup,” you said, holding your arm out. “And I don’t think you’re treating the heroes of our city very kindly, do you?”

“C-C-Coder?” the principal stammered, looking to the young man for help.

Coder clearly wasn’t feeling so friendly at the moment. “Uh- y'know, I’m kind of already late for a lunch at the moment, and since you already scolded me for my poor timing, I’d figure I shouldn’t make that same mistake again. Don’t want it to become a habit, do we?”

You flung your arm back, the principal’s body flinging through the window of the school and into the classroom. People around you screamed and rushed to the window, careful not to step onto the glass.

You step closer to Coder while the citizens were preoccupied. “Someone’s getting a bit less goody-two-shoes, huh?”

He rolls his eyes, giving you a snort. “Yeah right- I actually have a lunch to go to.”

“Well, I’ve got someplace to go right now too. See ya later, Code?” you wink, holding your hand to your forehead as you salute him, waving your hand away quickly.

“Only this once!” he says, reminding you that this was a one-time thing of letting you off the hook so easily. Only because the guy was a jerk, of course.

You roll your eyes, waving goodbye as he glitches away.

Shit, you had to get back to your apartment to meet with your roommate. The two of you were getting Chinese food.

You scrambled to change into your civilian outfit and catch a bus, calling the Chinese restaurant on the way as you finally made it to your apartment complex. You got to the apartment, Jungkook waiting for you on the couch. He always looks so adorable, with his round glasses and bunny eyes. So adorable!

“You’re late,” he says with a click of the tongue.

“Sorry, sorry!” you say. “But don’t worry, I’ve already called Cass to tell us to get our usuals and that we’d be there soon!”

“You got my favorite, right?”

“Jungkook, it’s literally lo mein. It’s nothing special.”

He gives you a playful pout, eyes like a puppy’s. “You always have to make me feel small, huh?”

“No no no!” you say, hopping onto the couch to pinch his cheeks, making him blush and slap your hands away as the two of you laugh. “I’d never want the baby boy to feel small!”

“I’m like three times bigger than you!”

“You’re still younger.”

“By like, two months!”

“Is that any way to treat your elder?” you chastise.

“Y/N!” he whines, tackling you into the couch. The two of you wrestle, and soon enough he’s tickling you, knowing your weakness. You’re crying from laughter, begging for him to stop until he finally gives mercy. 

“You’re evil,” you say, wheezing as you try to catch your breath.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he says, crinkling his nose.

You try to annoy the fluttering in your chest. The truth was you were in love with him- completely in love with him. But feelings between him and Coder were always tugging at your heartstrings, and you didn’t know which to choose. There was one night where you just needed some fresh air, got into your outfit and floated to a nearby building.

Somehow Coder had found you, and for one brief night instead of simply having your usual fights, he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you as you sobbed into your knees.

“Bad day, huh?”

“I’m just… It’s hard, balancing two lives at once, y'know? I know you wouldn’t understand since one of my lives is 'bad’ and all that so I should choose the good one, but…”

“No, I get it,” Coder said softly, rubbing your shoulder as he looked at you, understanding your confession. “Really, I do. Kind of like being two people. Good or bad, it’s hard to balance. It’s hard to see which one is really you.”

“Exactly,” you breathed, surprised by how well he understood.

The two of you were in a peaceful silence, neither of you saying anything for quite a while until you finally parted ways, you thanking him as the tears dried on your cheeks. He had glitched away, an embarrassed expression on his face as he left, and you were unable to look at it as a simple, friendly rivalry anymore.

So you were tugged between the snarky Coder and the sweetheart that was Jungkook. Fitting that two lives had two crushes.

You and Jungkook walked outside, walking to the Chinese restaurant since it was nearby to your building. You walked by the nearby Super Store.

And no, it wasn’t just some big store. It was literally where they sold merch on the supers. True enough, you guys had fans, and somehow you got merch money from all of the stuff of you that was sold. Probably from the government or something, but you never really questioned how they knew your identity. It was just sort of how those things worked- and you got enough to pay for rent and food and other expenses- so you were fine with it.

“Oh my God- JUNGKOOK!” you say, yanking on his sleeve.

“What? What?” he said, turning towards the window.

There, you saw a fan art poster of you- er, Circe, and Coder. The two of you were were in each other’s arms, smiling at each other. As sweet as it was you couldn’t help but grimace at how overly lovey-dovey it was. Totally not you and Coder.

“Wait… people are shipping Circe and Coder?” Jungkook asked with widened eyes, gawking at it.

“I know w-they’re the most popular anti-duo at the moment but,” you gulped. “What?”

Jungkook grinned, looking at you. “Want to get it?”

“Jeon Jungkook, are you insane?”

“C'mon, I know you’re a total Coder fangirl.”

“Am not!”

“Are too! I saw you drooling over him last time you saw him on the news,” Jungkook laughed.

“Absolutely not! He’s just a snarky bastard and has a stick up his ass,” you huff. “Circe is way cooler- villains always are. She’s got telekinesis- mind powers, Jungkook! Mind. Powers.”

“You just like her because she’s a girl,” he accused, chuckling.

“You like her too- I saw you staring at her on the TV as well,” you said, snickering. “You looked like you were about to have a hard-on.”

“You take that back!”

“When you take back that I’m a Coder fangirl.”

“Never!”

“Then I’ll just assume you jack off to Circe,” you laughed.

The two of you ended up getting the poster.

Jungkook scrambled to put on his Coder outfit, cursing himself. Did he hide it in the wrong drawer again?

He and Circe had an important interview to go to. The first time in recorded history the two would appear on TV together, peacefully, no fighting. Which was fine- they had their peaceful moments away from the public eye. But this would be the first time the public would truly see them not really doing their typical super ways.

The two of them were celebrities anyway, and so it was typical for them to go on separate interviews, getting support from fans and such. Even Circe, since most admired how cool she was and how she’d often stand up to those were generally assholes. Though she’d be overly dramatic and take things to the extreme, putting them in near-death situations. That’s where Jungkook- or, Coder, had to step in.

“Uh- Jungkook, I’ve gotta go to a friends house,” you called from the other side of the door. “I’ll… see you in a few hours?”

“What? Oh, yeah, yeah,” Jungkook said hastily, finally getting his silver and black suit. “See you then!”

“Ok, cool,” you said. Jungkook listened to your footsteps and finally the door slam, and let out a breath of relief. He slipped into the costume, making sure everything was alright before, with a snap of his fingers, he glitched over to the TV set.

The TV host jumped, letting out a startled shriek. Coder instantly tried to calm her, patting her shoulder. “Sorry to startle you,” he said, an assuring smile on his face. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I guess it was silly of me to think you’d step into the room when you can practically teleport.”

“I should’ve given a heads up,” Coder laughed. “Is Circe here yet?”

“No, not yet. But you are ten minutes early. Why don’t you have a seat? We’ll have cameras rolling as soon as she walks in.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Coder smiled, going to the couch he supposed Circe and he would have to share. True enough, Circe walked in, her devious smile plastered over her face.

“Guess you’re not making the mistake of being late again, huh?” she snickered, taking her seat beside him, leaning back on the couch.

“Well, unlike you, some people actually give me a heads up,” Coder smiled, making Circe roll her eyes.

“Where’s the fun in that?” she asked. She had a point.

“Oh, this is perfect, guys, get the cameras rolling already!” the host urgently requested, sitting down in the seat adjacent to the couch and smoothing her hair and clothes. Soon enough the red light of the camera was on, and she had her 10,000-watt smile on.

“Now, Coder and Circe! How wonderful it is to have you two as guests on our program,” the host grinned. Probably because she knew ratings would go through the roof.

“We’re happy to be here,” Coder grinned.

“Yeah, it’s good not having to rob a bank or mug a dude for a day,” Circe jokes, causing Coder to roll his eyes.

The host laughed. “Now, as we’re sure you must know, you two are very popular heroes. Any clue as to why you’re so popular?”

“My charm probably,” Circe grinned. “Though I don’t know what it is for him.”

“Very funny,” Coder groaned, though the smile was still evident on his face.

“Actually, recently I visited the Super Store nearby- I was so surprised to see so much merch and such. I had no clue we were so well received,” Circe said. “In all honesty, though, I’d say it’d be from our usual banter. Despite trying to lunge at each other’s throats every other day- especially when we first began our careers, I’d say we’re close.” Even Coder was surprised by your honesty.

The host’s eyes lit up at that. “Close you say? And how close?”

“How close are you thinking?” Coder raised a brow.

“Knowing each other’s secret identities, by any chance?”

The two supers stiffened at that.

Circe waves her arms, laughing it off. “Oh, definitely not. Simply as we’re the only ones who we can properly interact within our true, super identities I mean. I mean, you can interact with anyone normally under the guise of a typical citizen, but definitely not in the case of having powers. So I guess that’s what we share in common- especially being the only supers in the area since there’re so few of us scattered about.”

Coder nodded along, agreeing with every word she said. “She’s right. It’s exactly like that.”

“So, you’d say by that, the two of you have a bond?” the host guessed.

“Call it more of frienemies,” Coder clarified.

“Alright, are you aware that many people wish for the two of you to become a couple?”

The two were tense again, rubbing their napes as they blushed.

“I’m… vaguely aware of it,” Circe chuckles nervously. “Though I can’t speculate as to why.”

“I am as well. I’ve also seen a bit of it at the Super Store,” Coder coughed. “It’s strange.”

“Well, let’s check out a bit of what they’ve got for the two of you, shall we?” The hostess had a grin more malevolent than Circe’s as she turned to the TV screen behind them.

Circe and Coder blushed heavily, looking at the provocative fanart of the two of them, sharing a passionate kiss, bodies molded together. It flipped to another picture, one where the two were in their underwear.

Circe burst out laughing. “Oh my God- I’d just like to thank whoever made my body look that good. Really, it’s flattering.”

“That’s what you’re commenting on?!” Coder guffawed at. “I’m just glad they made me look realistic.”

“You totally aren’t that beefy!”

“How would you know!”

“Please, when I first met you, you were basically one of those dancing things in front of car washes.”

“I was new!”

“You had the noodle arms of Mr. Potato.”

“You guys are so cute!” the host gushed, looking at the two adoringly. “No wonder over 500K voted for you two as a top couple.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” Coder gawked.

“Wow, can like, every one of those people donate a dollar to me? That’d be appreciated,” Circe grinned. “Hey guys, pay me enough and I’ll kiss him!”

“Isn’t that prostitution?” Coder turned to her.

Circe shrugged. “I’m a villain- my job is to literally not care about the law.”

“Alright, for the final piece we’ll have the two of you read a bit of fanfiction written by your fans,” the host said, interrupting the usual banter. Two staff members walk up to them, handing the two sheets of paper.

“Oh God, I regret coming up here,” Coder said, burying his face. “I just wanted to save the world.”

“Um, I don’t think your thing is nearly as big as these writers are suggesting,” Circe laughed, aiming to embarrass the man on television.

He cocked a brow, providing a smug smirk. “Care to take a bet on that, sweetheart?”

She could do no more than gulp at that, and the host clapped her hands, her way of telling them to begin.

“Should I be the narrator?” Circe asked. “It seems to be from my point of view.”

“I want to bleach my eyes,” was all Coder could manage to say.

“Alright, guess I’m narrating. You just say your dialogue,” Circe laughed. She managed to put on a serious face, although it was beet red. As calm and collected she tried to remain, she still seemed rather embarrassed. “My hands ran over his defined thighs, creeping up to his tight abs and rippling pectorals- wait, isn’t that last bit from Hercules?”

“Shh, keep going!” the host encouraged. Circe began to suspect she was the one who wrote this.

“You like what you see, baby?” Coder stammered, burying his head in his hands.

“I-It’s so- pppfh, oh God- It’s so big,” Circe nervously giggled, trying to contain her laughter. “I didn’t even know what to do with it- Ok, can I say for the record that I am not a virgin? Just want to make that clear. I know what to do with a- wait a minute is this even appropriate enough for television?”

“It has no curse words- so it’s fine,” the host assured. “I mean, Fifty Shades of Grey was read aloud, and other fanfiction, on television. So, continue.”

“Oh baby, I’ll treat you like a queen,” Coder’s voice continued, more stable than before.

“Coder, I- hey can someone please shoot me- Coder, I need you inside me now,” Circe said.

The two exchanged one look, and then burst into laughter, spilling over themselves as they began to cry from having to read this ridiculous piece of work. It was so embarrassing and awkward, and yet something about it made it so, horribly hilarious.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for now,” Coder said, wiping away tears.

“Can I just say if anyone’s the virgin between the two of us, it’s him,” Circe jabbed a thumb to him as she slapped the paper down.

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Coder rolled his eyes.

“Well, I’m not doing another interview for another thousand years,” Circe laughed. “I look forward to fighting you tomorrow to blow off steam and embarrassment.”

“Oh, definitely!” Coder groaned, glitching out.

“Wait, wait!” the host said, scrambling out of her seat. Unfortunately, Coder was already gone, and it was just Circe and her left. She looked at Circe, sorrowful. “Was it that bad?”

“No, it really wasn’t,” Circe assured her. “But uh- I highly doubt it’s got the girth of a tree trunk- let’s just say that.

You and Jungkook were currently eating popcorn, watching the horrible interview that just aired. You still couldn’t believe they had made you and Coder read that dirty fanfiction- though you definitely read it on the bus ride home.

You rewound to the moment of the fan art, a cocky grin on your face as you stared at how they drew Coder. "Hey, Jungkook- you know, I’m more of a Circe girl, but damn, Coder’s got more muscle than you!” you joke, jabbing him in the rib with your elbow.

Jungkook sputtered, choking on his water. “Oh dear God- I thought you totally weren’t into Coder?”

“We’ve got a pic of him and Circe hanging in our living room,” you remind him, nodding back to what hung right behind you. “So I definitely don’t hate him.”

“So suddenly you think Coder’s sexy?” Jungkook asked, quirking a brow.

“Sure, but I’ve seen better,” you shrug, playing the clip again.

“Really?” Jungkook said, unbelieving. “Who?”

“You’re pretty hot,” you admit.

Jungkook’s silent for a few seconds and you sense a thicker amount of tension between you and your roommate. “You think I’m hot?” he questions.

“I… I think you’re a lot of things,” you say quietly, unable to look him in the eye. Why was it you were more flustered now than you were in the interview with Coder? You didn’t think it was possible to be more embarrassed than you were yesterday.

“Like?”

“I mean, I think you’re cute, funny, sweet- more than just looks,” you admit bashfully. You reluctantly turn to him, and he seems pale, unable to look at you. Your heart sinks. “I… You know what? Forget I said anything.”

“Y/N, do you like me?”

“What? That’s ridiculous. You’re my roommate,” you huff, turning up the volume of the TV. You and Coder were reading the fanfiction now.

“Y/N, you aren’t answering the question.”

“I’m gonna get some fresh air!” You quickly stand up abruptly, marching to your room. You quickly pack your suit into your small bag, feeling embarrassed and angry and a whole tornado of emotions that you didn’t want to deal with at the moment.

You couldn’t look Jungkook in the eye as you quickly walked out, knowing your cheeks were a burning shade of red. “Don’t wait up for me!” was all you could manage to say, squeaking out the words as you slam the door shut behind you.

Tears are streaming down your face as you quickly slipped your suit on, floating above the city to perch onto a skyscraper. You were the wet kind of mad, where you were furious but couldn’t get the words out properly through the tears.

You had accidentally confessed to your crush, and he looked so mortified he couldn’t even meet you in the eye.

You hadn’t felt this angry since you were, what, a teen? Your adolescence had your mind spinning, and though you hadn’t started your villainous career, your powers leapt out in dangerous ways. To the point where you caused a tree to fall and collapse into a house.

And now you felt crushed. It was a stupid crush, but it was so much more. Jungkook was like your best friend, and now you had ruined everything. Things wouldn’t go back to being the same, even you knew that. But you had to be just so stupid!

You leapt across to land on the rooftop of a building, too forceful to where some of it crushed beneath your feet, leaving cracks in the cement. You didn’t care. You felt as though a fire was coursing through your veins, and all you wanted to do was hit something.

You knew where to go immediately, and you found yourself in the nearby junkyard. Scraps of metal and broken cars. Yeah, this is where you could go to blow off some steam.

“Aye! Lady! You can’t be here!” one of the junkyard workers said, marching up to you.

You rolled your eyes, quickly getting one of the long sheets of metal, having it bend before you and slam into the man, trapping him against the fence of the junkyard. He screamed in his makeshift prison, the small dome keeping him captive.

“Shh,” you say, hitting your head with both fists. “God, can you please shut up? I’m having a bad day!”

“You know, I was joking a bit about fighting today,” Coder’s voice immediately sounds behind you, only irritating you further. “But I’m curious as to what villainous plan this leads up to.”

“Oh my God, you’re the last person I need to see right now!” you say, frustrated. You toss a car to him, and he glitches out of the way, and you attempt to swing it back towards him, only to miss again.

“Woah, a bit more murderous today?” he guessed, surprised by your more furious tendencies. “You want to talk about it?”

“Talking is the last thing I want to do right now!” you seethe, using quite a bit of effort as you lifted another car, an old red Chevy, flinging it to him, he quickly ducked down, the machine flying over his head.

“But that’s typically your favorite part of this!”

“Not today, fucker,” you curse, flying up to launch yourself foot first, aiming towards his chest. He doesn’t even bother to glitch out of the way, instead ducking to the side and grabbing you by the leg and swinging you in the other direction. You land in rubble, your mind dizzy as he steps forward.

“You’re forgetting- powers or no powers, I’m stronger than you,” he reminds you, his smirk cocky.

“I’m more of a brain over brawn’s type of girl,” you roll your eyes, ignoring his flexing as you flicked him over to crash into a bulldozer.

“Alright, I’m done going easy,” he said, the serious injury taking place. You threw him way harder than usual- you haven’t been this rough with him since your very first encounters. But you were too pissed to care.

“You know, if you had just left me alone I would’ve been fine! I wasn’t planning on doing anything bad today,” you grumble as he glitches before you, and you have to duck to avoid his punch.

“You’re already holding a civilian hostage!” Coder reminds you, gesturing to the makeshift metal cage.

“Oh please, I was going to let him out once I’m finished! He was just annoying me because I was trespassing,” you say, sliding to the side as you avoid how he launched himself to you.

He shakes his head. “Yeah, because you were- are, breaking the law!”

“Coder, just shut the fuck up!” you say, exasperated and not in the mood to fight verbally anymore. You stand up, and he takes the opportunity to lay down, launching himself to kick both feet into your chest, sending you flying back to crash into the metal cage, leaving a dent.

He’s prepared to launch himself back at you, running forward and lunging. You flip the metal scrap from behind you, switching it in front of you for Coder to land in, trapping him. The civilian you had trapped scrambled away, running as far as he could.

You launched the metal as far as you could, hurtling it to the other side of the junkyard, piles of metal between the two of you.

He glitched before you, and before you know it he’s holding you up by your throat, slamming your body against the metal fence. His glare is intense, and he looks pissed. “You’re really lucky I’m the good guy here,” Coder growls as you gasp for breath, gripping his steely fist. “That I, of all people, was assigned to you.”

You manage to crack a mischevious smile. “Why? G-Got a soft spot, Coder?”

His jaw clenches, and he drops you, leaving you to gasp for breath at his feet. “If I didn’t, you’d be dead a long time ago,” Coder reminds you. “There’ve been plenty of instances where I let you go when I could’ve easily turned you in or killed you.”

“You’re forgetting I’ve done the same for you,” you sputter. “We’re equal- asshat. Don’t act so high and mighty.”

“You know, some people go to counseling to deal with their issues. Not trap someone and destroy a junkyard,” Coder says, gesturing to the rubble that had scattered around you, as well as numerous dents.

“Some people also don’t have powers,” you spit, glaring at him.

“What the hell has you got so pissed anyway? You’re usually not nearly this much of a lunatic,” Coder hisses.

“Fuck off, why do you care? We’re enemies,” you remind him.

“No, we’re not. We’re friends. Or frenemies- whatever it is preteen girls say,” Coder sighs. “You and I both know what we are.”

“And what’s that?” you ask coyly, quirking a brow.

“Cut the shit, Circe,” Coder spits.

“Ooh, seems like goody two shoes is getting a foul mouth. Mommy should shove a bar of soap down his throat,” you chuckle. “Bet you’d deep throat that shit, huh, Code?”

“Bet you deepthroat worse shit on the daily,” he grits his teeth. “Now answer the question. What, did some guy reject you or something? Is that why you’re acting like some prepubescent teen?”

You freeze at that, and you feel tense. “Coder- just shut the fuck up. I’m under no obligation to tell you what happens in my civilian life.”

“So what- you still want to fight? Round two?” he asks.

“I’m too tired- give me five minutes,” you pant, slumping over.

Coder sighs, sitting down next to you as you take a break. You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“I’m… I’m sorry I’m such a bitch today. I’m not myself- I’ve just… I made a big mistake today.”

“I’m sure it can be fixed,” Coder assures you, catching his breath as he leans back into the fence. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you clarify. “Bad as in I may have to make new living arrangements.”

“…That does sound pretty bad.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “So I’m frustrated.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You just tend to act first, think later.”

“That sounds like the toned down version of shoot first, ask questions after.”

“I feel like you’d do that too,” Coder chuckles.

“I’ve never touched a gun in my life,” you confess, laughing for no reason at all.

“Really? I mean I have.”

“Oh? How come? Saving some civilians from a robber before your career even started?”

“No, it was for hunting. My dad used to take me out into the woods to hunt.”

“Oh, my friend’s dad used to do the same thing. I guess it’s a typical father-son thing to do.”

“Mhm,” he hums. “I think five minutes passed. Want to fight again?”

“Ugh, do we have to?”

“It’s up to you.”

“Y'know I’ve got major plans on kidnapping a senator or mayor- some politician later this week. I’ve got to conserve my energy,” you grumble.

“Are you actually confessing your plan in advance? What happened to not being a cliche?” Coder laughed.

“Shh, I’m tired,” you groaned. “And it’s the one who basically voted for more kids to get shot in school. Agreed with that lady that porn was the problem.”

“Oh, that’s the senator.”

“Thanks,” you say.

“I’ll give you a five minutes head start.”

“Very much appreciated.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, and you’re about to doze off until you hear the sounds of cars pull up, and cameras snapping.

“There they are!” A voice cries. You and Coder jump up in surprise, seeing the flock of cameramen and reporters going to you, questions spilling out about the 'secret date’ the two of you were on.

“Uh oh,” you hiss, looking back to Coder in fear. The tabloids would have a field day with this.

“Later this week?” he questioned.

“Remember you promised a five minutes head start!” you remind him. He glitches out, and you give a flirty wink to the cameras before floating away, quickly heading to the comforts of your apartment. It was the dead of night, so Jungkook was probably asleep already.

You hide in the shadows as you crawl into your window, thankful you left the hatch unlocked. You remembered one time when Jungkook locked it unknowingly, and you had to sleep on the roof because you left your spare civilian clothes inside.

You crawled inside, immediately going to the comforts of your bed, changing into PJs and falling into a blissful sleep.

You’re making yourself a bowl of cereal when Jungkook steps out, and you drop the bowl as you see him. You scream, horrified. He’s got a bruise on his jaw and a fading black eye. There’s a deep scratch along his hairline.

“Oh my God!” you say, eyes wide. “What happened to you?”

“I went outside to look for you, and I ended up running into some thugs,” Jungkook explained immediately, as though he were waiting for you to ask.

“What kind of idiot are you? In the big city- Jungkook you’re so stupid!” you scolded, rushing to him to brush your fingers along his bruises, examining the injuries. “They really did a number on you- but it seems to be healing already.”

“Yeah, they do that,” he assured you, taking your hands off his face. “Y/N, we need to talk.”

“Let me get the first aid kit. Then we can talk,” you huff, grumbling to yourself about how the younger should be old enough to know better by now. You return, immediately putting the ointment on the injuries.

“So can we talk?” Jungkook asks hesitantly.

“Whatever, kid. Go ahead,” you huff, already dreading the conversation. Though you were a lot calmer about the situation after the conversation with Coder.

“I know you like me,” Jungkook said.

“Thought we got over that bit last night,” you huff, not even denying it.

“Well, yeah. But I won’t force you to answer. I mean, I already know now but- uh, yeah,” Jungkook said.

“Stay still, kid. You want to heal or not?” you scold, trying to hold his face in place. “Yeah yeah, I’ve got a crush on an infant. It’s no big deal.”

“I’m not that much younger than you!” Jungkook pouts.

You grin despite yourself. “Shh, Jungkook. Mommy’s got to heal your bruises so that you can play on the playground with all your little friends again, ok?”

Jungkook groaned, rolling his eyes, causing you to laugh. “My point is, I do like you back…”

You stop your moments, eyes wide as you stare at him. “You what?”

He looks at you hesitantly. “But I like someone else.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…” he sighs. “Trust me, I’d be with you but- I don’t know, I’m so conflicted and she’s so-”

“Jungkook, I get it,” you say, your heart sinking to know he found someone better than you. “So, who is she?”

“Uh… She’s a coworker of mine.”

“At that engineering company you work at?”

“Yeah, sure,” Jungkook coughed.

“Well, I wish you two the best of luck,” you gulp. “But if she hurts my little boy, Mommy’s gonna whoop her ass.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at that, mumbling, “Sure you could.” But you were deadly serious. You’d beat that bitch’s brains out, then Coder really would have a reason to send you to jail.

“So, when are you going to see her? Y'know, ask her out and all that?” you ask, finished with his injuries. You were glad you tended to your own this morning, though most of the bruises you had were on your neck and back. Coder didn’t leave any on your face.

“Well, I probably won’t be able to. At least not for a while. But I’m willing to take my time,” he says.

“Mhm,” you hum. You quickly change the subject. “Oh, did you see the news! That same reporter lady from that interview did a segment. Apparently, she caught Coder and Circe on a secret date or whatever, which is ridiculous.”

“Oh God, that woman’s obsessed,” Jungkook groaned.

“She’s got her own fan account on Twitter. She just made a poll on who’s the top between the two.”

“Easy, Coder.”

“No way, Circe!”

“Let’s agree to disagree.”

“No way, punk! Coder’s a whole ass baby boy, just like you.”

“Bull fucking shit! Circe probably couldn’t dom to save her life,” Jungkook challenged.

“Oh, sure thing, kid. What would you know, you’re too young to have that much experience,” you grinned.

“You’re! Only! Two! Months! Older!” Jungkook said, tackling you as the two of you wrestled on the couch. You laughed, glad that things were completely, and totally, back to normal.

“So you think that some top-notch playboy on the shelf of a local Kroger that a twelve-year-old most likely wouldn’t even be allowed to purchase is the reason why we’ve got mass shootings every weekend?” you question the senator. He was curently very tightly bound in metal bars- you’d like to see Coder’s incredible strength beat that.

Where were you? On a skyscraper where you had tied the asshole senator to. Really, you’d take his place in the government if you didn’t hate the damn government.

“M-Miss C-Circe, I-”

“Oh, don’t call me Miss Circe. That’s my mother. Just Circe will do,” you grin. That was a lie. Your mother’s name was Priscilla. “Or is it because two consenting adults who happen to want to cum? That’s why high schoolers have to fear for their lives?”

“Well, that BDSM nonsense isn’t suitable for children-”

“That’s not my point, senator!” you scold. “I really do wish I had charmspeak or something- but then my name would be Vixen instead of Circe, wouldn’t it? Say, that’s a pretty neato name if I do say so myself. My point is you can’t blame porn for mass shootings. Hell, I can partially understand why some people would say 'people kill people’ and that whole stance- but saying porn is the cause is absolutely ridiculous. And so I need to make sure you don’t continue spreading that bullshit- because, y'know, as a person who believes sex shouldn’t be so taboo- you’re kinda pushing it further back. So, like, can you stop please?”

He guffawed at you, and then a beaming smile of relief showed. “Oh, thank God! Coder, sir! Thank goodness you’re here to rescue me!”

“I’m only here because kidnapping and blackmail- or threatening a politician, is illegal,” Coder says. “Personally I disagree with your views severely.”

You stomp your foot childishly, glaring at him. “You said you’d give me five minutes!”

Coder’s jaw drops. “I did give you five minutes!”

“No you didn’t,” you say, whipping out your phone, showing the timer. “You gave me four minutes and forty-seven seconds!”

“What, you want thirteen more seconds to scold him?”

“No, no, the moment’s ruined already, there’s no point,” you huffed, turning away from him.

“Hey, tell you what, I’ll give you an extra thirteen seconds next time to make it up to you. Ok?” Jungkook says.

“I doubt I’ll be kidnapping another politician next time.”

“Well make it a good one then,” Coder shrugged. “Now, I’ve got to rescue this old man because he looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.”

“Oh please, he’s fine!” you say, wrapping a hand around to swing to the other side, your foot landing on his chest as you kicked him off the skyscraper. The politician beside you let out a ghoulish scream as Coder fell, and you rolled your eyes at how dramatic the senator was. As expected, Coder glitched out of midair, and you smiled, turning around to see him glitch before you.

“Should’ve seen that coming,” he said.

“You’re getting rusty,” you chastised.

“Mhm, sure,” he said, stepping behind the senator to bend the metal bars out of shape, loosening their tight hold.

“Hold up! Last time I checked you didn’t have super strength!” you say, watching as he undid the senator’s bindings.

“I work out- and this metal isn’t exactly the best,” Coder chuckles, letting the metal fall below as the senator was now free, though clinging onto whatever he could out of deathly fear of falling.

“Sorry I’m not an expert on metal,” you huff, flipping your hand with a wave to pry the man off the skyscraper, dangling him over the busy street. You drop him, hearing his shrill shriek as he plummeted down. You and Coder watched as he tumbled down, fumbling, his limbs flying out wildly as though it would slow his falling.

“Spread your limbs, don’t curl into a ball!” Coder shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“Aren’t you going to rescue him?” you ask quizzically.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it. I told you I didn’t like him either,” Coder says. He glitches away, and you watch as he glitches above the man’s body, wrapping his arms around the old man’s waist right when he was about to hit a car, and he glitched away. You saw them reappear on the side of the street.

You decided to go home already- confident that the senator would take heed of the multiple warnings you gave him before Coder showed up, and you made your way to your apartment. You quickly float into the window once you get there, beginning to change, half of your costume off already.

“Hey, Y/N are you still in the sho-” Jungkook was frozen.

You didn’t even hear his footsteps or the door open or shut- but you definitely spied the all too familiar pixels that appeared around him. And he caught you, your Circe logo still splayed over your chest.

You two stared each other in the eye, putting two and two together quickly at your grave mistakes.

“Oh,” you said, your face paling.

“My.” His eyes widened.

“Fuuuuuck!” you say, scrambling into your restroom.

“That’s not what I was going with!” Jungkook shouts.

“Why the fuck did you just enter my room!”

“I thought you were still in the shower, I heard the shower water on!”

“That’s the recording I left for you to think I was still in there!” you say. “So you just glitched into my room?”

“Would you walk places when you can teleport and think no one’s looking?”

“Jung-Code- Ah fuck!” you grumbled, quickly changing into civilian clothes as you looked at him. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Any chance you are just dressed up as Circe for an early Halloween costume?” Jungkook gulped.

“GET OUT!” You fling him away, his feet dragging as the door opens and shuts. It locks, and though you know he could easily glitch back in, you keep it that way.

“So I take that as a no?”

It had been two weeks since your last fight as Circe and Coder. And at the moment, the public was freaking out. Whether Coder- their shining knight in white armor- was missing, or perhaps you were actually coming up with a truly devious plan that took so much time to craft. They were worrying over nothing, but two weeks of nothing has them paranoid.

Man, couldn’t you have a vacation once in a while?

You sighed, putting down the piece of bread you were eating. Jungkook was watching the news, your fangirl-host fretting over the disappearance of you two.

You got changed, seeing Jungkook’s wide eyes at your costume change.

“I’ll see you there soon,” you say, still unable to look at him. The two of you still hadn’t properly talked about it yet.

You quickly made your way to the news station, breaking into the set and in front of the camera. You shoved the hostess aside, who gave a shriek as you went to the camera. “Is this thing on?” you said, tapping against it, the red light blinking. You look to the cameraman for confirmation, and he nods. “Ok, great. Uh- Coder, you big… I can’t cuss, right? Coder, you big… idiot. Get here or I’ll, uh. blow up the newsroom.”

“WHAT?” someone shouts.

You throw your arms up in defeat. “I don’t do anything and you guys freak out- I do something and you freak out- honestly there’s nothing I can do to please you people!” You sigh, turning back to the camera. “Anyways, Coder come over here. I know you can see this so get over here.”

“You’re not actually going to blow up the news place,” Coder says, glitching into the room, his arms crossed.

“Well, we’ll see about that Code- oh what the fuck!” You slap your mouth for cursing on air, but the fact you could actually see Jungkook- er, Coder’s face, was so odd. You were so used to it being hazed out in your mind that now you didn’t know what to feel. “Oh my God, it’s so weird.”

“Circe, seriously?” Coder deadpanned. “You couldn’t have put more thought into this?”

“It’s not my fault all of the people here get so scared when we take a break for a few weeks!” You turn to the host, her legs shaking. “You’re the one hyping it up the most- seriously I’m not sure if we have vacation days or not, but we definitely should! I mean, seriously!”

“You just threatened to blow up a news station, Circe. Of course, they’re going to be paranoid,” Coder rolled his eyes.

“You know, you should’ve come up with a plan then!” you say.

“Let’s go home already,” he groaned. “This was a failure.”

You swat his arms, eyes wide. You didn’t want the people to catch on that you two lived together. Catching on, he coughs awkwardly and crumbles at your feet. “Oh no, you’ve defeated me! But you won’t get the best of me! Come with me, you- er, villain!” He grabs onto your ankle, and the two of you glitch into your apartment.

You’re dizzy, stumbling around the room. “How can you do that every other day without passing out? I feel hungover.”

“That’s because you don’t have the power- I got used to it. And don’t pull a stunt like that again!” he scolds.

“Yeah yeah, whatever Coder-Jungkook- fuck I don’t know what to call you anymore!” you say, groaning to yourself. “By the way, that was horrible acting.”

“You know, it’s kind of hard to get into the act when your roommates face is plastered all over the mystery girl you’ve known for years,” he says.

“Ok, ok, let’s get changed or whatever. It’s weird talking to you as Jungkook when you’re dressed as Coder,” you say. He glitches away, to his room, you presume, and you get changed into your pajamas.

Ten minutes later the two of you are watching The Princess Bride, an awkward silence between the two of you. Both of you were drinking wine. Jungkook from a plastic cup, and you from the bottle.

“Want to talk about it?” he finally asks.

You take a swig from the bottle. “Nope.”

He waits a few more seconds. “What about now?”

“Nah,” you say, crinkling your nose.

“You know we probably should.”

“Or not.”

“Or should.”

“Damn, you’re annoying in both versions.”

“Does this mean you will?”

“Sure,” you sigh, putting down the bottle. “You shoot the first question as we decipher how we unknowingly lived with the person we beat the crap out of at least once a week.”

“So… Have you ever suspected?” he asks, taking a nervous glance towards you.

“What? Never. Coder’s a cocky guy and you’re like a kid!” you say.

“I’m only two months younger than you!” Jungkook groans.

“And apparently Coder is, too,” you say, taking another swig of wine. “What about you? Did you ever suspect?”

“No- but I guess the way it masks our identity is also what keeps us from suspecting. Trust me- I suspected a lot of people, and practically interrogated them trying to break them into confessing. It never even crossed my mind you’d be Circe,” he says.

“God, I feel like an idiot,” you grumble, burying your face in your hands.

“That’s because you are.”

You glare at him, flicking his forehead. “Respect your elders, kid!”

“I literally beat your ass like twice a week!”

“Oh please, you fucking wish. I just went easy on you because you’re so young,” you grumble.

“You just found out Coder was younger than you like two weeks ago!” Jungkook huffs.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” you say. “Ugh, now I know what kind of porn Coder watches.”

“When did you find out what kind of porn I watched?”

“Remember that time you borrowed my laptop and it ended up getting a virus?” you questioned.

“It got a virus?” Jungkook asked, perplex.

“Seriously, Jungkook, PornHub’s free. But yeah. It explains when Coder choked me in the junkyard,” you snickered. “Didn’t think you were into that sort of thing.”

“Don’t make it so weird!” Jungkook said, his face flushing red. “Why can’t you be normal for five minutes?”

“You teleport, I have telekinesis, we’ve been fighting and living together for years- I’m sorry, but what bit of that is normal?” you question.

“So, that day we were in the junkyard, it was because…”

“I…” Your mind traces back to that moment. “Yeah, that’s why.”

“I’m sorry I made you so upset,” Jungkook apologized.

“It’s alright. You have nothing to apologize for. You’re allowed to feel however you feel. I guess I was scared of our friendship being jeopardized and I was angry at myself for allowing it to happen,” you clarified.

“So you trapped a civilian in a junkyard and started flinging cars left and right?” Jungkook quirked a brow.

“I… You should know first hand how bad I am at making decisions,” you grumble. “And I was really upset that day, alright?”

“I should know- you fucking wrecked me! You’re lucky the super genes or whatever allow me to heal fast,” Jungkook laughs.

“I’m sorry about that!” you say, “I really didn’t mean that I swear!”

“You hadn’t been so rough on me since the early days,” Jungkook grinned.

“That was before I had a soft spot for you,” you smiled fondly. “And you were such a string bean back then.”

“I had just begun my career, you can’t blame me,” Jungkook huffed. “Although, I don’t think your boobs even fully grew out at that point.”

“You did not!”

“What? I’m a guy, I notice things like that.”

“Jeon Jungkook, you fucking pervert!”

“Technically it was Coder who was looking,” Jungkook grinned cheekily.

You tackle him, tickling his sides as he squirms beneath you. “Take that! And that!” you laugh, grinning mischievously as he begs for mercy, swatting at your wriggling hands. At some point, he bucks his hips up, almost as though to knock you off, and you fall forward, gripping onto his shirt for purchase, your faces centimeters apart.

The two of you are deathly silent, realizing what situation the two of you were in.

“I…” you say, slowly getting up, your cheeks burning. “Sorry, I-”

He grabs onto the sides of your face, crushing your mouth against his. You don’t protest, pressing your lips against his own hotly, your mouths molding together. He wraps his arms around you at the moment you sneak your tongue in, and your shirt begins to ride up.

In a moment of boldness, you sit up, much to his protest. You ignore him as he tries to reach your lips again, and tug your shirt above your head. He stills beneath you, eyes wide as he licks his lips, hands settling at your sides. “How about we take this to the bedroom?” he suggests quietly.

“What’s wrong with here?” you ask.

“Well, for one there’s fanart of us right there,” he says. Both of you instinctively glance to the drawing that hung in your living room.

“Y'know… the more I think about it, the weirder it is that we’ve got fanart of ourselves right there,” you mumble.

“Yeah… it kind of backfired,” Jungkook admitted. He grips you tightly as he sits up on the couch, and walks to the bedroom, carrying you to his bedroom. Your back hits the mattress, and he crawls back on top of you.

“Wait- why’s it in your room? My bed is so much comfier!” you say.

“Your bed squeaks,” Jungkook murmurs, ignoring your whining as he grins into you, one hand curled into your locks as he licks a stripe up your neck.

You shiver beneath him, mewling at the sensation. “S-Squeaking is sexy.”

“Who the fuck says shit like that?”

“Me, duh.”

“Fine, if you want I’ll fuck you hard enough to make my bed squeak,” he murmurs. You feel pressure in the pit of your stomach at that, biting your lip as he started slipping your pajama pants down your legs.

“You need to get naked too, you know,” you pout.

He doesn’t protest, quickly stripping his shirt off. You can’t help but gawk at his rippled muscles, and how fit he was. Instinctively you begin to cover yourself, but he sees your actions and pins both of your arms on either side of your head.

“No fair! You’re making me feel insecure! Fanart me was so much hotter,” you say. “Can’t you gain three pounds or something?”

“Not in three seconds,” Jungkook chuckles, delivering a thrust from his covered crotch to yours. You gasp at the sensation, and he gives you that cocky Coder grin. “But if you really want to exercise, I have a suggestion.”

“That is so stupid.” You roll your eyes. “Now get your pants off already.”

He laughs, slipping them down his legs and pushing you further up the bed to press himself against you. You feel his erection a bit better, and you can tell already how big he is. Your eyes widen, and you turn to Jungkook.

“Jungkook,” you whisper. “I was just reminded of something.”

“What?” he asked, brows furrowed.

“You really don’t want to hear it.”

“Just tell me already.”

“The fanfiction,” you admit.

“Oh my God, I’m going flaccid already,” Jungkook groans.

You grin deviously, whispering in his ear, “Coder, you’re so big.”

“You know, under different circumstances that would’ve been sexy- but then I’m reminded that I’m dealing with you,” he says, rolling off of you.

“I thought you were joking when you said you were going flaccid!” you say. “C'mon, Jungkook, I won’t do it again.”

“Good,” he says, lowering himself on your body. You watch as he curls his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanking them off and hooking his arms under your legs to drag you forward. You moan at the feeling of him licking a stripe up your slit.

He laps at your juices, and you curl your fingers into the boy’s locks, spreading your legs wider as he attaches his lips to your clit. He sucks tenderly, and you groan his name at the sensation of him slipping two digits inside of you. You were so wet that they slipped in without any resistance, and you arched your back as he began pumping them into you, curling them into the rough spot as he found your g-spot.

“Fuck, Jungkook you feel so good,” you say. He hums against you, and you squeeze your thighs around his head, as though this was how you’d finally get rid of your archnemesis- crushing his big head between your thighs like a watermelon. You feel the vibrations go throughout you, and you throw your head back.

Your orgasm is quickly approaching, and you put on a sly smirk. “That’s right, treat your elders, Jungkook.”

He slips out of you, and you whine that your prank backfired. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Oh c'mon, Jungkook, I was so close to cumming!” you whine, pouting at him.

He growls, chucking his boxers off as he crawls back on top of you. “You can cum on my dick.”

You roll your eyes. “Now you’re really sounding like that fanfiction.”

“You actually read that entire thing?”

“I told you I found Coder sexy. And hell, I ended up masturbating to it later- the girl’s grammar was impeccable!”

“I can’t believe you,” he chuckles, taking his girth in his hand to run along your folds. You shivered at the sensation as he teased you, and your clit was throbbing and sensitive from when he ate you out earlier. “So what’d I do after I said that, hm?”

You raised your hips enticingly. “Easy: you fucked me.”

He cursed under his breath, grabbing your thighs to pry them apart, thrusting into you. You yelp, squeezing around his dick as both of you groaned and hissed at the sensation.

“You’re so tight,” Jungkook groaned. “Oh, f-fuck.”

“Hurry up and fuck me, Jungkook,” you urge, squeezing around his dick. “You’re younger, you should have more stamina.”

You feel him growl against the curvature of your neck as he snaps and twists his hips against yours, making you cling to him as he begins fucking into you. “You’re only two months older,” he hisses, a grunt and thrust at each syllable.

“Fuck,” you say, throwing your head back. True to his word, he was fucking into you so hard that the rocking bed was beginning to squeak at his movements.

“W-Wait, Jungkook, I need to ask you something,” you say.

“What is it,” he asks, slowing down his movements.

“When you said the other girl you liked, your coworker, was she me? As in Circe me?” you questioned.

“I- what? Yeah, that’s her. I mean you. I liked both of you and I couldn’t choose between you guys.”

“Does that mean you like me?” you grin.

He blinks at you. “Y/N, my dick is literally inside you right now. Shouldn’t you know the answer to that?”

You shrugged. “Just making sure.”

He sighs, slipping a hand between your bodies to play with your clit, causing you to moan again. “I swear, you’re so weird sometimes.” He rocks his hips again, and you chant his name again.

You’re squeezing and spasming around his dick, causing him to clench his jaw and grit his teeth. “Shit- I’m close. Are you still on the pill?” he asked.

“Yeah. Fuck, I’m so close, Jungkook. Don’t stop!” You bit down on your lip, holding onto his shoulders as you tried to stabilize yourself.

“Look at me,” he breathed. You opened your eyes, looking at his piercing gaze as he slowed his thrusts to be less sloppy, hitting your sweet spot. He slams his lips back to yours, a sloppy kiss as you come undone. He follows after you shortly, and soon enough he’s collapsed on top of you, cock still half plunged into you.

You’re both panting, breathing heavily.

“Jungkook, you’re heavy,” you groan.

“Mm, are you calling me fat?” he asks.

You laugh at that, and force him off of you, rolling him off using your amazing capabilities. He pouts, propping himself on one elbow to stare at you. “That’s unfair.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t use my powers for something else. I read one fic where we were meeting your parents and I jacked you off using my mind powers,” you laughed.

“How many of those did you read?”

“I dunno. It was a long bus ride.”

“You know what power I’d rather have, honestly?”

“A super dick?” you ask, skeptical.

“Already got that,” he grinned, collapsing next to you to wrap his arm around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “But that would be pretty genius.”

“Ugh, forget it, I don’t want to know,” you laugh, twirling your fingers in the strands of his hair.

“I’d probably want telekinesis. I’m sure it’s useful,” Jungkook mumbles.

“Well I can’t exactly use it as often as I’d like in my day to day life,” you say. “But it can be useful at times.”

“What about you, what’d you like?”

“On, invisibility. It’d be so much easier to sneak around places, and I wouldn’t have to constantly change in dark alleys or closets. Could you imagine how people would react to see Circe just walking around in her outfit? It’s exhausting,” you groan.

“I wonder if our kid is gonna have powers,” he hums.

“One, it’s too soon to start thinking about kids. Two, we already clarified I’m on birth control.”

He hummed, climbing back on top of you where your noses touch. “Hey, Y/N, guess what?”

“What?”

“I’ve got a secret.”

“Bigger than you being a superhero?” You raise your brows.

He nods, grinning that bunny smile you adore.

“Well, what is it?”

“I love you.”

Your heart flutters, and you wrap your arms around his neck, offering a chaste kiss as you give him an equally cheeky grin. “I love you too, kid.”