Morning sunlight spilled through the wide classroom windows, hitting Jungkook’s desk like it was made just for him. He sat back in his chair, lazy grin, sleeves rolled up to show off the ink that climbed his arm like a secret map. A silver chain hung loose around his neck, catching the light every time he moved. His uniform shirt was half-buttoned, his tie nowhere to be found, and that smug confidence that always followed him—unshakable.

Everyone loved him. Or wanted to.

He was the kind of guy who could charm his way out of detention with a smirk, make teachers sigh in defeat, and have the entire school whispering about his latest stunt. That “bite me” tattoo above his hip had become almost legendary—a story passed around with dreamy sighs and jealous laughter.

But underneath it all, Jungkook was hiding something much heavier than ego or popularity. The bruises on his ribs didn’t come from fights behind the gym, and the late-night “disappearances” weren’t for parties. The city’s protector—the one the papers called Spider-Man—was sitting in the second row of Hanseong High, tapping his pen against his notebook and pretending to care about history class.

And two rows ahead of him sat Niko.

Niko, with the kind of beauty that made the air change when he walked into a room. His uniform perfectly pressed, nails painted black, rings flashing when he ran a hand through his hair. He was calm where Jungkook was fire, sharp where Jungkook was reckless. They should’ve been a perfect match, but instead, they were opposites locked in a silent rivalry neither could escape.

At lunch, Jungkook found himself at the vending machines outside, drink in hand, when Niko passed by with a few friends. Their eyes met for a second—too long, too knowing. Jungkook’s smirk appeared before he could stop it. “Careful,” he said, voice smooth, teasing. “If you keep looking at me like that, people will start talking.”

The words earned a scoff and an eye roll, but Jungkook caught the faint twitch of a smile before Niko turned away. It was enough to keep that smug warmth in his chest for the rest of the day.

By the time evening hit, the world shifted again. The classrooms emptied, the campus went quiet, and Jungkook found himself alone in the gym, sitting on the bleachers with a hoodie pulled low over his head. The air smelled faintly of sweat and dust, the lights humming softly above him. He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking about the patrol waiting for him once the sun dipped completely.

Being Spider-Man wasn’t glamorous. It was exhausting, lonely, dangerous. But lately, he found himself distracted—thinking about Niko’s voice, the way his expression softened when he wasn’t trying to be tough.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through social media until he stumbled on a post—Niko at some café, sunlight in his hair, smile bright and effortless. Jungkook laughed quietly to himself. “Perfect as always, huh?” he muttered, thumb hovering over the screen.

Outside, the city lights began to glow. Jungkook stood, stretching, rolling his shoulders until the faint ache faded. When he caught his reflection in the mirror of the gym door, he almost didn’t recognize the guy looking back—the hero, the student, the boy who couldn’t stop thinking about the one person who got under his skin.

He let out a breath, tucking his phone into his pocket as he walked toward the exit. “Enemies,” he said under his breath, a smirk forming. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

The night air hit his face as he stepped outside, hoodie pulled up, mask hidden beneath it. Somewhere above the rooftops, the city was waiting for Spider-Man. But his thoughts—his heartbeat—were still back inside those sunlit hallways, where Niko sat too close to perfect and far too close to dangerous.