Is it Borh-ing?
He was feeling really great after the quiz, and Jungkook was confident that he passed it. He may or may not have used his super hearing to get some answers (not that he condoned cheating at all), but he just really had to pass this quiz, or Jimin and May would be on his ass about it for the next couple of weeks.
As the bell rang, he rushed to his next class, Honors Chemistry. He hoped that they were just playing around with chemicals like they were last week because he had to see if his new Web fluid design would work. He got there and sat in his usual lab seat, paying attention for about ten minutes. He really did try to pay attention, but then he got bored very quickly because his teacher was just droning on about Niel Bohr and how “there is nothing borh-ing about him and the structure of an atom or his quantum theory”. It was actually a pretty funny pun, so he chuckled under his breath a bit.
Jungkook, however, had already learned about this when he had found some time to study on his patrol. Yet somehow, he never found the time to study for his Spanish class. It was the universe's sign that he shouldn’t have taken Spanish. Maybe he could have taken French instead.
He opened his notebook taking a quick glance at the formula he wrote and opened a drawer where he added what he thought was the missing chemical to the formula. As he mixed it, the mixture soon puffed up and started to overflow, so he pulled the stirring rod up and saw that it formed his webbing. It worked! He now had more web fluid for his web shooter. He couldn't wait to test it out after school.
“Hey Kiddo, what are you doing? Pay attention or you’re gonna get the same grade you have in Spanish, well according to Park anyways.” Said the voice seated right next to him. Min Yoongi. Of course, the only one in the group who calls him Kiddo.
He took a good look at him and noticed that the elder had dyed his hair to a mint color. Jungkook always wondered how Yoongi hadn’t gone bald yet, considering the number of times he had dyed and bleached it this year alone.
“Oh, uh, there was just a spider on my paper, so I had to swat it away.” He lied, while quickly shutting the drawer and fake swatting a spider away.
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“Hmm okay, kiddo. Hey, by the way, we missed you this weekend, you didn’t show at Mr. Ohs’. What’s up with that?” Yoongi asked as he narrowed his eyes at Jungkook expecting a reasonable answer. And Jungkook was going to give him one.
“Oh, um, Aunt May wanted some help with cleaning the apartment, so I couldn’t go. I was going to text the group chat, but I forgot to when May pulled out the old photo book and started telling me stories about how I would never leave the house without my Iron Man mask”, Jungkook lied with ease and chuckled. That wikiHow page really helped him improve in the lying department.
He definitely wasn’t going to tell him that he was down in Brooklyn fighting bad guys and stopping a potential drug ring. And he most definitely wasn’t going to tell him that he got a black eye from it, so he didn’t bother showing up, or else they would start asking questions. Yoongi hummed and turned back to the board, now focusing on the somewhat Bohr-ing lecture.
Jungkook first met Yoongi at his freshman seminar when Yoongi was a junior. Yoongi was the one giving the new incoming freshmen a tour of the school, Jungkook had thought that he was so cool with his then-pink-dyed hair. So, he obviously befriended him, not without becoming a stuttering mess of course. Yoongi, of course, seeing this cute doe-eyed kid asking to be friends took one glance at him and instantly knew he couldn’t turn him down. He quickly grew very fond of him and vowed to protect his little bunny-looking friend.
The bell rang again and he rushed to the locker room to get changed for P.E. He hated P.E. Sure, he had the same or nearly more stamina and strength than Captain America, but he couldn’t let anyone know that. So, he had to use 1/4 of his strength for everything he had to do in that class.
Don’t get him wrong, he was already somewhat strong before the bite. He took Taekwondo when he was younger, so he had an average amount of strength. He definitely didn’t have a six-pack back then, but he was a somewhat skinny-toned kid. Now, Jungkook wore big and baggy clothing to hide his toned figure.
“Hey, loser! How’s your fake internship with Tony Stark? Do you think you can get me a date with the Black Widow, huh?” Flash mocked him while running past him.
Jungkook rolled his eyes and muttered a small ‘stupid Flash’ under his breath. That asshole had been taunting and bullying him since 7th grade. He could leave Flash in his dust if he wanted to, but that would mean some big trouble and unwanted attention, something Jungkook couldn’t have. Yoongi and Jimin had told him multiple times that they could show the kid who's boss, and as satisfying as that sounds, they could get in some trouble. To Jungkook, it wasn’t worth it to go through all that trouble when he just saw Flash in school anyways. Flash would grow up someday. Hopefully.
Soon enough it was lunch, so he headed over to the group’s lunch table. He saw the rest of the group and smiled brightly. His day always got better when he was with them.
“Koo! Hey buddy!” Exclaimed the tallest member of the group, Kim Namjoon.
He had met him at a cafe at one of the open mic nights for poetry. He remembers that his man had beautiful words and beautiful thighs. Jungkook was so nervous going up to him after his piece, that the first thing he said to the man was “Woah thighs”. Namjoon being the sweetheart he was, noticed that Jungkook was nervous, so he laughed it off and said thanks to him. God, Jungkook wanted to bury himself under a pile of rocks and never emerge. He eventually managed to say that he liked his piece and asked to be friends. And the rest was history.
Jungkook really admires him and looks up to him a lot. He’s like the leader of the group. Hell, he looks up to all of them. Without them, he wouldn’t be able to cope with a lot of things. He owes them everything.
That’s why they can’t ever find out about his little secret. For their safety, he would do anything even if it meant risking his own.
“Hey, y’all! Sorry about missing out on Mr.Ohs’, May wanted me to help her with some stuff at the apartment.” He said using the same excuse he did with Yoongi. There was a collective answer of “It's okay kid/kiddo”.
He smiled widely and his nose crinkled a bit, he was happy. He knew he would do anything for them, even if it meant risking himself for them. He would never get them involved with his Hannah Montana-like life. They were his world. And His world alone. Jeon Jungkooks’ world, not Spiderman’s. Never.