The school’s hallway was loud — laughter, locker doors slamming, sneakers squeaking on the floor. Jungkook tried to focus on anything but the sharp, burning pulse behind his eyes. That feeling again — the one that told him someone, somewhere, was in danger. He gripped his pencil tightly, knuckles white, trying to breathe through it. Not now. Not here.

But the feeling only grew stronger, vibrating through his chest like static. He could hear it — the faint sound of something collapsing blocks away. His jaw tightened. Damn it. He pushed back his chair suddenly, startling his seatmate, and muttered, “Bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

He didn’t wait for a reply.

Inside the empty bathroom, Jungkook locked the door, his heartbeat racing faster than ever. He ran to the last stall, tore open his backpack, and in seconds, the soft fabric of his school uniform was replaced with the tight red-and-blue webbed suit. He had done this a hundred times before — quick, clean, hidden. But this time, he forgot one thing.

The mask.

As he was adjusting his gloves, he heard a small click. The door opening.

Jungkook froze.

He turned — and there, by the mirror, stood someone. Not just anyone. Niko.

A classmate.

Wide-eyed, frozen in place, staring right at him — Jungkook’s face uncovered, suit exposed. Time stopped. The red suit clung to every muscle, his chest rising and falling fast. He looked too human for the hero everyone idolized.

“…Niko.” Jungkook’s voice came out low, breathless. “You—how long have you been standing there?”

His mind was racing. Do I run? Do I explain? Do I web him up? But his body refused to move. He stepped forward a little, eyes narrowing in panic and pleading all at once.

“Listen—this isn’t what it looks like. Okay, maybe it is,” he muttered, half to himself, running a hand through his hair. “You can’t tell anyone. Please. I’m serious, Niko.”

The weight of his double life crashed down around him, raw and exposed. The kid everyone thought was just quiet, hardworking, and maybe too into gym… standing there as the city’s masked hero.

Outside, sirens screamed in the distance — the world calling for Spider-Man.

Inside, Jungkook’s brown eyes locked on Niko’s. “Please,” he said again, quieter this time, almost desperate. “Trust me. Don’t tell anyone. I’ll explain everything later. But right now…” He glanced toward the window, the urgency back in his chest. “I need to go.”

He took one last look at Niko, jaw tight, before climbing up onto the windowsill, wind hitting his face.