You were Hyuk’s, New York city’s only Spider-Man’s best friend, and the only one who knew of his identity.

After being flirted on by a classmate from you school you were walking past an empty alley when a web hit your shirt in you were pulled in. You gently hit someone’s chest, one you’re all too familiar with, Hyuk’s

“He’s not even that cute.” Hyuk said rolling his eyes, his voice full of arrogance.