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Waking with a startle, Minho instinctively threw his arm backward to feel for another body in the bed. He shot straight up and looked around the room frantically when he felt an empty space by his back, searching fruitlessly for any sign of his boyfriend. He shifted around to examine the bed—as if looking any harder would make Jisung materialize—but only saw a balled-up blanket and a boyfriend-shaped dip in the mattress.
“Fuck,” Minho whispered under his breath, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and padding out of the bedroom.
Oh, he was going to kill Jisung.
He really hated when Jisung left in the middle of the night. He never knew if he was safe, where he was, if he was even alive . Minho knew that it was a gamble he was taking when he willingly stayed with Jisung after finding out that he was the not-so-secret friendly neighborhood Spidersquirrel—sorry, Spider man —but the fear that his boyfriend wouldn’t come home one day was still very real.
Not only was it absolutely terrifying every time he woke up with an empty bed, but it was also the one day that Minho hoped he could wake up with Jisung at his side—their one-year anniversary.
He was hoping for a lazy morning with quiet kisses and a healthy dose of cuddles, maybe a shared pot of coffee and some domestic breakfast-making where they smeared pancake batter on each other’s faces and Jisung hugged him from behind while he tried to cook.
Instead, he was shoving on his cat slippers and trekking out onto the balcony of their apartment, grumbling under his breath while he made his way up the rickety fire escape stairs.
Once he made it to the top, he squinted against the morning sun and scoured the tops of the nearby buildings for any signs of the blue-and-red boy, scowling at how early it was and how badly his body wanted to still be in bed.
Minho peered over the edge of the building just in case Jisung was clinging to the wall there, and when he saw nothing but plain red bricks, he sighed and made his descent back into their apartment.
He kicked off his slippers defeatedly and flopped onto the couch, flicking on the TV in a last-ditch attempt to track down his Spiderboyfriend. He really wished that Jisung’s suit had pockets , so that the younger wouldn’t be leaving his phone at home every time he went out to fight whatever evil was plaguing the streets of Seoul.
Minho sat straight up from his slouching position when he turned on the news, watching a live feed of Spiderman swinging from the bottom of a bridge and flying through the air as he seemingly made an attempt to evade the news cameras. Minho squinted at the TV for a few seconds before he finally realized where the feed was coming from, pushing himself up off of his comfy couch that he wished he could just curl up on for a mid-morning nap.
But no, he was shoving sneakers onto his feet and pulling Jisung’s yellow hoodie over his pajama shirt, grumbling some more nonsense to himself as he locked the door to their apartment behind him.
He lightly jogged (barely faster than a regular walk, really, he was too tired for this shit) down a few blocks until he reached a small crowd, all ooh-ing and ahh-ing at what appeared to be nothing. Minho squinted hard and looked all around, but saw no signs of Spiderman, furrowing his brow as he realized that the crowd was just hanging around and waiting for the superhero to show up again. He rolled his eyes and folded his arms, watching with an angry pout as news cameras frantically repositioned themselves with the hopes of getting more video of Spiderman in all of his webbed glory.
Minho scoffed at all of the people excitedly chattering to each other, partially because the media buzz around Spiderman annoyed him and partially because he was always grumpy in the mornings.
He shuffled into the crowd and tapped a nice enough looking lady on the shoulder, putting both hands on his hips as she turned to give him a questioning look.
“If you see a man in a funny blue and red suit will you please tell him that his boyfriend needs him?” Minho said in an irritated voice, eyebrows knit together in a frustrated face.
Before the lady could even open her mouth to reply, he turned on his heel and started his trudging journey back to their apartment.
By the time he made it home, Minho was less angry and more just plain old sad. Not only was it their first year anniversary, the most important one to Minho, but it was also the first anniversary that Jisung had missed. He was there for the one month, the three months, the six months—hell, he even showed up at Minho’s doorstep with a bouquet of his favorite flowers on their one-week anniversary.
And now that Jisung had moved into both Minho’s apartment and his heart, he was nowhere to be found on the day that mattered the most. He sighed and unlocked the front door, throwing his keys onto the side table and kicking off his sneakers.
Minho crumpled onto his beloved comfy couch, curling into himself and letting his eyes fall shut. His stomach grumbled lowly but he ignored it; it only reminded him of his forgotten dreams of pancakes and coffee, seemingly mocking him even though he knew that he was just overdue for some breakfast.
He sighed a small sigh and let himself gradually get more and more sleepy, the grip of his arms tightly wrapped around his knees slowly loosening as he tucked in for his miserable little nap.
Minho woke up in a daze to the feeling of a blanket rubbing over his cheek, and he blinked the sleep from his eyes as he took in his surroundings. He rubbed at his eyes with the backs of his hands, looking up to see Jisung hovering over him with a sheepish smile. The younger was standing next to the couch, hands still raised from when he had draped the small blanket over Minho’s napping form. He was still wearing most of his super-suit, clad in red and blue up to his neck, where his tan skin peeked out from the seam where the body of his suit connected to his mask.
Minho did his best to muster up a glare, trying to shoot daggers from his sleepy eyes. It seemed to work at least a little bit, since Jisung gingerly sat near Minho’s feet after cooing quietly at his angry cat pout.
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jisung scratched at the back of his neck and winced at his own actions, seemingly realizing how shitty it was for him to leave on the morning of their one-year anniversary.
“Hmph,” was all that Minho said, burying deeper into his blanket cocoon and turning his face away. He wrenched his eyes shut but heard Jisung let out a sigh, feeling the couch shift. Minho made a squeaking noise as a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and hoisted him up, and Jisung tugged the older to sit in his lap. Curse Jisung and his strong superhero arms, Minho thought, No, actually, I like them a lot.
His eyes fell to the arms in question and he openly ogled the way they were contoured by Jisung’s skintight suit, ignoring his boyfriend’s face and pretending that he was only interested in his biceps.
“My eyes are up here,” Jisung laughed fondly, putting a finger under Minho’s chin and guiding him to look at the superhero in the eyes. Minho scrunched up his nose in a display of annoyance, squinting at Jisung’s amused smile. He always managed to tease Minho for checking him out, even though they both knew that the younger preened under his gaze.
“Let me take you out to celebrate baby,” Jisung said gently and trailed his finger from Minho’s chin to the bottom of his ear, idly fidgeting with his earlobe and the tufts of purple hair that poked out from behind it. Minho leaned into the touch despite his urge to play hard to get, fighting the small hum that threatened to escape from his throat.
“Mmm no. I’m mad at you,” Minho let his eyes flutter shut as Jisung scratched at his scalp at the base of his neck, curling into his boyfriend's chest and ignoring the weird texture of his super-suit.
“Okay,” Jisung relented easily, pulling Minho’s head into the crook of his neck and wrapping his other arm securely around his waist, “We can lay here until you’re not mad at me.”
And, well, that was an offer that Minho could not pass up.
He let out a low hum of agreement and snuggled up for his second nap of the day, easily lulled to sleep by Jisung’s fingers at the nape of his neck and rubbing circles into the skin under his hoodie.
Minho wasn’t sure what time it was when he woke up, stirring with a little yawn as he reluctantly removed his face from Jisung’s neck. He pawed at the sleeping superhero—who was sleeping soundly with his head thrown back over the couch—as soon as he was in need of affection, the cuddly nap seemingly not enough Jisung to hold him over.
“Sungie,” Minho whined, jostling Jisung by the shoulders enough to wake him but not so much to startle him, “I want attention.”
Jisung always woke up rather easily, always on his toes, something about some arachnid-senses that Minho thought was just a lie to cover up the fact that he didn’t sleep well. So he didn’t have to fight for attention very hard, barely pushing the superhero around to wake him.
Jisung made a half-grunt half-laughing noise as he opened his eyes, meeting Minho’s gaze while an endeared smile spread across his heart-shaped lips. Looking down at his fond grin, Minho was overcome with the urge to kiss the teasing off of Jisung’s face and he hoisted himself up enough to plant a long peck on the younger’s lips. It still wasn’t enough, though, so he dove back in for another, slightly longer kiss. They were cut off by Jisung laughing, and Minho complained with a whine as they pulled apart.
“Good morning to you too,” Jisung squeezed Minho’s waist and tickled his sides, the older wriggling in his grasp and sliding off of his lap.
“Good morning, now take me out for my anniversary date,” Minho was impatient as ever, throwing the blanket onto the back of the couch and crossing his arms dramatically. Jisung only laughed amusedly and picked up his mask from the coffee table, rising to his feet.
“Patience is a virtue, you big baby,” Jisung grabbed Minho’s wrists and tugged him to his feet, pulling him into his chest and fidgeting with the hem of his yellow sweater.
“If knowing what I want makes me a baby,” Minho pouted, silently relishing in how much his boyfriend liked to see him wearing his clothes, “Then hand me my pacifier!”
Jisung threw his head back in a laugh, cheeks rising enough to make his eyes disappear in a smile. Minho smiled, too, always proud to make Jisung laugh.
“And what do you want?” Jisung never passed up an opportunity to tease, and he shot Minho an expectant look with a quizzical smile.
“Are you gonna make this morning up to me or what?” Minho looked away shyly, somehow still flustered by Jisung’s cheeky remarks even after an entire year of dating and a couple more years of fruity friendship.
“You bet I will,” Jisung was seemingly satisfied with his answer, guiding him to the balcony sliding door.
They slipped over the threshold and Minho wrapped his arms around Jisung’s middle, prepared by now for what always came next. He watched with undying awe as Jisung tugged his mask over his face and messy hair, shooting a web from his wrist and hoisting them up into the air.
The wind whipped through Minho’s hair as they swung from building to building, and he closed his eyes to take in the exhilarating feeling as his boyfriend whisked them away to someplace special. The first time that Jisung carried Minho by web, they were running from a giant lizard that seemed to have it out for Minho, and he was so scared that he thought he might suffocate Jisung with how hard he was holding on. But after countless evenings spent gliding between buildings, held up by nothing but web and Jisung’s strong grasp, Minho was finally used to the sensation.
He opened his eyes again when he felt their momentum slow and the wind stop nipping at his ears, slowly planting his feet onto cold metal as Jisung let him down. Minho looked around with wide eyes, trying his best not to look down when he realized that they were impossibly high up in the sky. He recognized the purple and red lights at his feet, chest filling with warmth when he pieced together that they were standing at the top of Namsan Tower.
Minho leaned into Jisung’s side, admiring the view as the superhero pulled his mask off and shot him a huge grin, slinging an arm around the older’s shoulder.
“Pretty, right?” Jisung sounded incredibly proud of himself, and Minho thought that it was warranted, “I was gonna take you here for our first date, but I thought I should save it for something a little bit more special.”
“You were planning for our one-year anniversary before our first date?” Minho hoped that it came out in the teasing tone that Jisung always used on him, but he knew that it probably sounded more like a mix of flattered and impressed.
“Of course,” Jisung said it so easily that Minho wondered how he had gotten so lucky to have a soulmate like him, “I was always planning on having you around for a long time.”
Minho spun in Jisung’s hold and snaked both arms around his neck, eyes stinging with love-born tears that threatened to spill.
“I love you, y’know?” Minho sniffled, heart filling with gratitude and appreciation. His frustration from that morning was entirely forgotten, replaced with a soaring feeling that he always felt with Jisung by his side.
Jisung leaned in and kissed him slowly, like they had all the time in the world, holding his waist tightly. When they pulled apart—Minho wasn’t sure if it had been 30 seconds or 30 minutes—Jisung looked at him with sparkling eyes, unable to fight the smile that sprouted on his face.
“I know,” he said fondly, ruffling Minho’s faded purple hair, “You know I love you too, yeah?”
“I know,” Minho echoed him with a nod, tucking into his chest and wishing that they could stay at the top of the world forever.
They didn’t stay forever, but they hung around for a good long while, wrapped around each other and pointing out landmarks that they could see in the distance. They kissed until they got tired of it—it was actually impossible for either of them to get tired of kissing, but Minho refused to take off his clothes on top of Namsan Tower, no matter how much Jisung begged.
By the time the sun had disappeared beneath the skyline and the stars hung high in the sky, they finally relented to the idea that maybe they should start heading home. Minho knew that he had royally screwed his sleep schedule with his endless napping and that Jisung barely had a sleep schedule in the first place because “Duty calls, hyung!” , but he still insisted that they should be home at a reasonable time.
Jisung swung them from building to building, and Minho chose to watch the journey this time, admiring the city’s night lights and the way they bounced off of Jisung’s super-suit.
They plopped onto the gravel in a back alley that Minho didn’t recognize, and he shot his boyfriend a skeptical look.
“This isn’t home,” Minho pointed out the obvious, slowly stepping out of Jisung’s grasp and raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
Jisung tugged off his mask and ruffled his fluffy blonde hair, sending him another sheepish smile. He had something up his sleeve (if a superhero bodysuit could have sleeves), and Minho was onto him.
“What,” he didn’t bother phrasing it as a question, knowing that Jisung would spill his secret without any poking or prodding.
“Can we do the thing?” Jisung asked him eagerly, eyes huge and rendering Minho incapable of saying no. As if he would ever say no to Jisung in the first place.
“Say please?” Minho smirked, fully seizing his opportunity to see Jisung’s cute pouty face. He also simply enjoyed hearing his boyfriend express interest in him, even though it was a daily occurrence.
“Pleeeeease can we do the thing?” Jisung didn’t hesitate to beg, throwing in a pout for good measure. The second that his bottom lip jutted out, Minho was sold, and he rolled his eyes with no bite.
“Yes, we can do the thing,” Minho couldn’t stop the small laugh that came out under his breath, shaking his head fondly as Jisung practically jumped up and down with excitement.
Webs shooting from his left wrist, Jisung tugged his mask over his face with his right hand and hoisted himself up onto a pipe that jutted out above them from the side of whatever building they were flirting behind, perching on the rusty metal and grinning down at Minho. Minho returned the look because, despite his coyness, he also enjoyed the thing.
Jisung wrapped a few layers of web around the pipe and dropped from it upside down, slowly lowering himself to be face-to-face (face-to-mask) with Minho. Despite being covered by a thin layer of red fabric, Minho could basically sense the huge smile on Jisung’s face. Maybe he had something like a bug-sense too, but a Jisung-sense.
He reached up and slid his fingers under the hem of Jisung’s mask, gently pulling it down until it rested on the bridge of the younger’s nose. Lo and behold, there was his boyfriend’s dumb smile in its full glory, clearly anticipating what came next.
Minho huffed out another laugh before leaning in and kissing the smile off of Jisung’s upside-down face, letting his hands drift to rest on half-masked cheeks. The feeling of their lips moving together only confirmed Minho’s idea that they could never get tired of kissing, and suddenly he forgot entirely about the whole ‘home at a reasonable time’ idea.
They kissed tamely and lazily, content on staying forever until Jisung bit on Minho’s top lip and drew a small whine from the back of his throat.
Minho rolled his eyes and pulled away, squeezing Jisung’s cheeks.
“If I won’t go to second base with you at the top of Namsan Tower, what makes you think I’ll do it in a damp back alley past midnight?” Minho scolded Jisung, but contrasted his sentiments by leaning in for another short kiss.
“I just like doing the thing,” Jisung pouted as he dropped from the pipe, gracefully landing on his feet and pulling his mask fully off of his face so that Minho could see his puppy-dog eyes.
“It’s for special occasions,” Minho poked Jisung’s nose teasingly, trying to hide how much he actually enjoyed it too.
“Well can we do it tomorrow?” Jisung asked hopefully, grabbing both of Minho’s hands in an attempt to gain some favor. Unfortunately for Minho, it worked, and he felt his resolve cracking.
“Tomorrow? What’s the occasion tomorrow?” Minho thought about it hard, coming up with nothing.
“Our one-year and one-day anniversary,” Jisung grinned devilishly, tugging Minho in by the waist for another right-side-up kiss.