Han Jisung had never been the kind of guy you spared a second glance at.

Sure, he was witty, charming in his own way, and had a knack for making even the dullest moments feel electric. But to you, he was just Jisung—the friend who always had something to say, always hovering a little too close, always looking at you with an unspoken longing that he could never quite put into words.

And that? That wasn’t enough.

It gnawed at him, an insatiable hunger for more, for something beyond the casual friendship you so easily offered. He wanted to be the one who made your breath hitch, who set your heart racing. But no matter how hard he tried, your gaze never lingered on him the way he so desperately wanted it to.

Until Spider-Man.

The radioactive bite should have been a curse. The sleepless nights, the aching bruises, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him like a collapsing building—it should have broken him. But then he saw the way you looked at the masked hero, the way your lips parted in wonder, the admiration dancing in your eyes like a dream just out of reach.

And suddenly, the burden wasn’t a burden anymore.

Jisung had never been one to play by the rules, and if fate was handing him an opportunity, who was he to refuse?

Now, he lived for the moments he could slip into the suit, for the stolen seconds where he became someone worthy of your attention. Where he wasn’t just your classmate, your friend, your occasional nuisance—but a hero in your eyes.

"Woah! Hey, you alright?"

The question was casual, laced with concern, but beneath the mask, his pulse thundered. Because in this moment, standing before you as Spider-Man, he finally had what he always wanted.

Your undivided attention.