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There are two things in this world Jungkook is absolutely sure of: one, his aunt was definitely seeing someone. A shock to probably all of Queens, New York if he’s being honest. Aunt May by no means was unattractive. She’s been catcalled plenty of times in her life to rest assured that it isn’t her looks that’re hard to get by. No, it’s her personality. Or, well, lack thereof. Jungkook adores the woman with his entire being, but even he’s noticed how eccentric she is. A seventy-five year old woman trapped inside a millennial is what he can basically sum it up to. So yeah, her seeing someone? A shock to say the least.
And two, he gained superpowers on his class field trip. And it’s funny because, well, Jungkook used to think being a freshman in college was stressful. But now that life has decided to fuck him over and added superpowers into the mix after being bitten by a radioactive spider… he realized that there are much bigger issues than calculus exams and thousands of dollars in tuition fees. And as if life couldn’t get any worse, Jungkook only had two friends who knew about his secret, so he still doesn’t have a shred of popularity to back him up. He’s not really sure which one scares him the most.
“Kook, if you zone out any longer your eyes are going to go blind.”
Jungkook squints up at Jimin, immediately noticing the burn in his eyes. Fuck, he really needs to remember to blink. Actually, he needs to stop zoning out altogether. He was lost in thought for so long he forgot he was in the cafeteria getting lunch with Jimin and Taehyung.
“Leave him alone, Chim. Kook’s zoning out ‘cause he has a lot on his plate right now.” Taehyung defends, arm slung over Jimin’s shoulder. Jungkook zeros in on the action, stomach churning.
“Gross, can you guys be a couple elsewhere? I’m trying to eat.” A fry flicks him in the forehead, and Jungkook gazes at Taehyung in annoyance.
“Awe, don’t be sad Jungkookie. Just ‘cause you don’t have an amazing relationship like Chim and I here, doesn’t mean you can shit on us! Why don’t you go use your new superpowers and save a damsel in distress? Or damoiseau I should say.”
“How do you know what the male word for damsel is?” Jimin looks at his boyfriend in surprise.
Taehyung winks, “Kook’s not the only one with superpowers, y’know?”
“Can we please stop talking about the spider thing, I don’t want to think about the spider thing!” Jungkook hisses, dropping his head onto the table. He doesn’t regret telling them about his newfound abilities, but when they get like this he wishes he could have been able to keep this to himself. Then again, this is probably the most dramatic thing to ever happen to him, so he doesn’t know if he’d be able to even keep a secret from them for too long. They’re too nosey.
“Sorry, Kook.” Jimin mumbles, kicking Taehyung’s shin to quiet him. Taehyung yelps, letting out an indignant ‘Yah!’ before shushing down. “We just don’t want you to be stressed about this. Have you… Have you tried contacting Iron Man, or any of the Avengers?”
Ugh, nothing like a bitter reminder.
“Yeah, I’ve tried. They keep either denying my calls or not responding. I counted hyung, I’ve called 162 times!”
Taehyung whistles, “Someone has a lot of free time.”
“Can it, limp noodle.” Jungkook spits.
Taehyung raises his hands in surrender, “Okay, okay. Sorry. But don’t you think we should start taking matters into our own hands?”
“We?”
“Yeah, I mean. You’ve been calling for days and they haven’t even sent ‘k’ back. You’re being ghosted by people you haven’t even talked to yet! Might as well send ‘em a postcard at this point.”
“Taehyungie, what do you mean we?” Jimin smiled disgustingly, “Your superpower knowledge doesn’t extend past a Wikipedia page.”
Jungkook snorts, dipping his fingers back into his overly-salted fries. Taehyung swirls in his place further, puffing his chest out in mock confidence. Jungkook swallows down the vomit gurgling up in his throat at the way Jimin eats the action up. With a glance around the room, people are still falling deaf to the conversation they’re having.
“I mean, ” Taehyung pokes Jimin’s chest, “Jungkook has no one but us. We need to help him figure himself out, make him a superhero. There are countless videos on YouTube for how to do it, we’ll be fine! He can’t do this by himself.”
Jimin’s brows furrowed in uncertainty, lips rounding in the way they always do when he doesn’t want to really agree to something, but has no other reason to say no. And as much as Jungkook’s hates to admit it, his friend is right. Since the Avengers have pretty much fallen off the face of the Earth, Jungkook’s been stuck in distress for weeks now. He’s still not entirely sure what he can do, but he knows that now he has abilities, a duty to these people.
“Let’s do it.” He says with finality. Taehyung falls silent, and Jimin’s brows close together completely. “I don’t want to waste anymore time. I was… chosen for a reason, there’s no point in trying to argue over it. Let’s just… let’s just start.”
Jungkook stands from the table, head swimming with a varying range of emotions. Vision cloudy, he doesn’t realize he’s about to ram into someone until it’s too late. The cafeteria falls silent, his body standing stock still while the poor person he hit stumbles backwards, regaining their balance just as they’re about to topple over. Jungkook grimaces, the sticky feeling of gravied mash potatoes and lunch meat slicking his white shirt.
“Well, there goes my lunch.” A familiar voice grunts. Jungkook looks up to see Min Yoongi, the love of his life , staring at his chest longingly. Maybe not in the way he’d wish for though. He’s not alone, surrounded by his best friends Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin - each of them cackling at differing ranges. His heart sinks, body clamming up anxiously when it’s dawned on him what exactly happened .
“I- I’m so sorry,” He chokes, hands fumbling with his pockets. No, no, no he did not just run into Min Yoongi. Absolutely not.
Yoongi grimaces, tongue smacking in his mouth. “Don’t worry about it, kid. Guess it was a sign I shouldn’t-”
Jungkook cuts him off, shoving forty dollars in his hand before apologizing once more and high-tailing it out of there. He doesn’t take a glance at anyone as he rushes out, keeping his head down and allowing his senses to guide him. The sound of his peers laughing haunts him, echoing in his ears for the rest of the day. It’s only as he walks home is he able to clear his head of their laughter. God, how could he be so stupid?
“Y’know, when I agreed for you to help me, I didn’t mean this.”
Jungkook isn’t sure how he got here, strapped to a tree with the cheapest, prickly rope Taehyung could find laying around in his garage. The stump of a fallen branch is digging into the base of his spine, forcing him to slightly arch to keep his back away from it. His calves strain from the pressure, and Jungkook silently promises to his friends if he has to pay for a chiropractor after this.
Screw you, Kim Taehyung. Screw you.
And screw you Park Jimin for getting with him in the first place.
“Sure you did, Kook. You asked for my expertise, and now you’re getting it!” Taehyung pulls on the rope, tightening it further. To breathe, Jungkook has to drop from his position, the stump now digging into his spine.
“I’m gonna kill you. Jimin, I’m going to murder him.” Jungkook threatens. Taehyung shoots him a grin, planting a wet kiss on his cheek before skipping away.
“No one will be killing anybody.” Jimin assures, “And I mean it. Tae, we shouldn’t be doing this. What if he gets hurt?”
“Nonsense, my plan is foolproof.”
“It was made by a fool.”
“Quiet, Kook. Or I’ll purposefully crash into you.” Taehyung growls, only satisfied once Jungkook slumps against the tree in defeat. “Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted, we’re not even going to hit him. All we’re going to do is drive the car to him, press the gas, and he’s gonna use those beefy thighs of his to stop us from crushing him like a soda-can. That’s all.”
“And what’s the point of this?”
“Well, my beautiful Jiminie, to test his leg strength of course!”
“And why am I tied to the tree?” Jungkook whines, wiggling in place to prove his point.
“So you don’t cheat and use your arms, silly. Now stand there and look pretty!”
Not like I have a choice , Jungkook thinks bitterly. He idly watches as Taehyung clambers into the piece of shit car he stole from his father’s scrap yard, strapping himself in and putting on the bicycle helmet Jimin made him promise to wear.
“You look ridiculous!” Jungkook shouts, and Jimin chuckles from his perch on a nearby log. Close enough to hear and see all the action, but far enough away to be safe. Taehyung shakes his head, arm furiously moving beside the car door. The car must be old if he has to manually roll down the windows.
“Ridiculously in love!” Taehyung shouts, “This one’s for you Chim!”
All too fast, multiple things happen. For one, a loud clap of thunder rumbles across the sky. Two, Jimin lets out a scream of horror. And three, Taehyung floors it. Jungkook panics, this is not what Taehyung said he would do. Jungkook struggles against the rope, trying to wiggle out from its hold. Taehyung’s accelerating faster and faster, car inching closer every single second. Distantly, he can hear Jimin calling for Taehyung to slow down, but the thunder and roaring of the engine drowns him out.
Just as Taehyung’s about to crash into him, Jungkook heaves his knees up to his chest and slams them down onto the hood of the car. The force of his hit is enough to dent the hood and send it flying back behind. He can hear Taehyung screech, yelling obscenities as he flies backwards. It’s only when the trunk of the car crashes into the tree line behind him does he quiet down.
“Taehyung!” Jimin shouts, racing from his seat to the driver’s side door. “It’s stuck!” He calls, furiously attempting to rip the door off its hinges. With a burst of adrenaline, the ropes around Jungkook snap apart as he lunges forward, grabbing the handle himself and ripping the whole thing clean off. Taehyung’s body slumps towards him, laying limply as he’s pulled from the vehicle.
“Taehyung, Taehyung! Are you okay?”
Taehyung blinks his eyes open in a daze, glancing around them in shock. “Did, did I-?”
“Yes, baby. Yes.” Jimin whispers, tears burning in his eyes. Taehyung pulls himself up, staring at the car in shock.
“And did Jungkook-?”
“Yes, yes I did.” He supplies.
Taehyung stares for a moment longer, face blank. God, he must need to go to the hospital or something. Right when Jungkook moves to hoist him up, Taehyung’s face widens with a shit-eating grin.
“So my plan worked! Ha ha! See! I told you guys we could do it! Wow, Jungkookie. You ripped that door off so nicely! If this superhero shit doesn’t work out, you could be a construction worker or a mechanic or something!”
Jungkook huffs, dropping Taehyung back on the ground. He ignores his friend’s yelp of pain, and hauls his ass off the floor. Jimin whacks his boyfriend upside the head, scolding him for even thinking of such an idiotic plan. But it worked!
That’s it, he’s getting new friends.