Jungkooks' Spidey Secret

Jungkook spent the whole day doing the same things as he did yesterday: that was avoiding his friends at all costs whatsoever and making tons of excuses for it.  Of course, that didn’t stop them from trying to go up to him, and that most certainly didn’t stop everyone else from questioning him as to why he wasn’t with them. The only difference was that his spider senses were acting up and messing with him. Every other hour, he would feel them go off, but when he looked around to see what it was, there was nothing there. No one was sneaking up behind him. No one was throwing anything at him. No one was there. It’s like something was going to happen, but he didn’t know what or when. He was already nervous and uneasy due to him having another nightmare the night before, so his spider senses not working properly on top of last night, gave him four times the anxiety that he already didn’t need. Obviously, he was having a rather fantastic day.

Throughout the day, he would hear the voices and screams that he did in his dreams, haunting his every thought. If he closed his eyes, even for a millisecond, it was almost as if he could feel and see it happening right in front of him. By the time he went on patrol, Jungkook felt his hands shake more profusely and his stomach turned into knots. The bad thing about having super spider powers is that thanks to his spider senses, his anxiety greatly increased. Having a power where you can know when to avoid something beforehand is great and lowers his anxiety most of the time, but to have it start bugging out and having problems, didn’t quite send him down a calm path. He could only feel like something was coming, but he couldn’t see what was coming.

This made him cut his patrol hours early and head back to the apartment. He was glad that May was back, but Jungkook’s been going through a lot lately, so he doesn’t exactly know if he’ll be able to hide it that well. Lucky for him, May wouldn’t be back till 7, due to her shift at the hospital, and Jungkook, due to his growing anxiety, would make it home at 6:30, the latest. So he has time to change and act like he has been doing homework all day.

Jungkook scaled the wall of his apartment building and went in through the window because like the forgetful person he is, he forgot his keys at the facility. He opened up his window and crawled on the ceiling, just for the effect. Sue him. He liked climbing on the ceiling and feeling like he actually was a spider. He tried sleeping on the ceiling once and let’s just say it wasn’t a bright idea. Long story short, he ended up falling off the ceiling when May yelled at him to wake up and come have some breakfast. His back hurt for the next couple of hours after that. He hopped down from the ceiling, threw his backpack on his bed, and looked around his room for anything that might be out of the ordinary. His senses sharpened and went haywire as he heard six heartbeats coming from the kitchen. May wasn’t here, so no one else was supposed to be here. 

He quickly formed an attack plan for his intruders and crawled onto the ceiling, if they were here to hurt or steal from him, they wouldn’t see him from above. He saw six figures spread out in the kitchen, some standing by the sink, some reaching for and grabbing some of his cups, and some looking in his fridge.

“Look ,guys, I don’t mean to intrude, as nice as my kitchen is, this isn’t an IKEA. So you’ll have to shop or steal somewhere else. Your pick.” Jungkook said, causing them to gasp and look up at him. One of them let go of the cup they were holding, making it shattered against the floor, so he quickly used that to his advantage and webbed their bodies to any surface he could. The ones who were looking through the fridge were now webbed together and on the ground. The others were glued to the counter or the sink. He lowered himself down from the ceiling and told Sora to identify the kitchen thieves.

“Well, it seems like you got yourselves into a sticky situation, now if you had asked politely, then I would have been a nice host and provided some drinks for you guys.” He let out an exaggerated sigh. “ But, clearly some people  weren’t taught some house manners, so sit tight and let me-” Jungkook broke off and froze when he finally got a good look at who was in his kitchen. Fuck. Shit. How could he be so stupid and not notice beforehand. It was his friends. His ‘best friends’ who were in his kitchen, now webbed down to his counters and floor, the ones who knew absolutely nothing about Jungkook’s superhero pastime. Sora, then again reminded him of his fatal mistake when their faces and records popped up on his lenses. 

“Shit.”

“Spider-man? What are you doing here in Jung-,” Taehyung said before trailing off. “, Jungkook?! Is that you?!”

“What? Who’s Jungkook? I heard that there were some strangers in this nice ladies' apartment, and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to her.” Jungkook said, trying to lie. Like Jungkook said earlier, Wiki-how helped a lot, but there were certain things Wiki-how did not prepare him for. For example, what to say when you accidentally mistake your friends for robbers and web them to your kitchen counters. 

“You shouldn’t sneak into a ladies apartment uninvited, or, you’ll have to deal with the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”  He continued, trying to sell the lie and praying that things go his way and that they leave in peace.  Of course, when the hell does anything go his way.

 Hoseok turned his head and called out, his hands webbed to the sink, and the rest of his body was faced towards the sink, “Cut the act, why are you really here? How do you know that a lady lives here? Where is Jungkook? What did you do with him?”

Before Jungkook could come back with a response, his senses went off again and flipped the person behind him over his shoulder. His mask, unfortunately, came off as the person tried to grab for something. He heard numerous gasps and looked down at the person who tried to surprise him. Jimin. It was Jimin. Fuck. Shit.

Jungkook quickly jumped back and assessed the room. He saw disbelief and shock paint their faces. 

“J-jungkook? Y-you’re Spider-Man?!” Jin called out from the floor while struggling to get out of the webs that tied him and Namjoon together. 

“Uhh...Surprise?” 

“What the actual fuck!” 

It took less than 5 minutes for Jungkook to get them unstuck, and those were the most silent, painful, and agonizing 5 minutes of his life. He refused to look at any of them in the eyes.

They all made their way to his room and sat in silence for a couple of minutes. No one knew what to say or how to say it. Jungkook was still in his suit, his mask now gripped tightly in his hands, and his eyes averted to the ground. He didn’t know what to say. They weren’t ever supposed to find out what he did and who he was. Not now and not like this. How could he be so careless?

 “How? And for how long?” Namjoon said, his voice echoing in the room, now breaking the piercing silence. 

Jungkook remained silent for a couple of seconds, took a deep breath, continued to stare at his feet, and spoke. 

“I’ve had these powers since the middle of freshman year, and I got them from that one field trip to Osborn labs. I was taking a couple of pictures and got bit by a radioactive spider.” His grip on his mask tightened, and if they were to see his hands, he’s pretty sure that his knuckles would be white. “I-I’m sorry.” 

Jungkook heard a scoff come out from someone in the room. 

“You’re sorry?! For what?! For attacking us in the kitchen?! For keeping this a secret?! For not even bothering to tell us at all?!?” Yoongi yelled at him, making Jungkook’s head snap up and stare at him. “For going out and being some sort of superhero?! For putting your fucking self in danger?! FOR WHAT? WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU SORRY FOR JUNGKOOK!” 

Yoongi screamed with rage in his voice, his jaw tensing, eyes sharpening, and his hands thrown up in anger. 

“YES! FOR ALL THAT! I’M SORRY!” Jungkook yelled out, his hands at his sides shaking, his mask clenched in his right hand. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I did what I did. That I kept it a secret. For being a superhero! For putting myself in danger! I’m sorry!” 

Tears were now escaping his eyes and falling down his cheeks as he looked back at all of them. The room once again fell silent.

“Why?” Another voice called out again. Jungkook looked over at the foot of his bed and saw the source of the voice, Jin.

“Why Jungkook? Why do you do this? Why keep it a secret from us?” Jin asked again, his gaze never faltering from Jungkook’s figure. He looked at Jungkook as if he was trying to figure him out like there were reasons as to why he put himself in danger or as to why he’s even a superhero.

Jungkook once again took a deep breath and wiped the tears off his cheeks. 

“I-l do this because I know I’m not normal. I’m not. I-I figured that out a long time ago. I can’t live my life pretending to be a regular high school student who can barely lift 20 pounds when I can lift a whole school bus and walk away like I did nothing, not when I can do things to help people.” He rubbed his hands together and readjusted himself against his desk. “ When you can do the things I can but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you. I can help people. I can help those who need someone like me. I can prevent the bad things from happening to people. To innocent people who don’t deserve to go through what I went through. I can help them. And if it costs me a couple of scrapes or bruises, then so be it.” 

He took another deep breath and continued on, 

“I kept it a secret because I didn’t want you guys to get hurt. If anyone found out about my true identity, then it would spread faster than you can ever imagine, and anyone who knows me would be in danger. You guys would be in danger. And I couldn't do that to you. I couldn’t risk your lives just for the sake of wanting to talk about some dumb spider bite. I just couldn’t. And now because I’m a dumbass, you guys know. I’m supposed to protect you, but now you guys are walking targets.” 

“Jungkook. You don’t have to protect us, and you shouldn’t have to keep this a secret. You don’t have to go through this alone. Let us help. Talk to us, please.” Hoseok said in a quiet voice.

Jungkook immediately turned his head in Hoseok's direction and stared at him. 

“Did you not listen to a word I said? Did it just go in one ear and out the other? I have to protect you guys because what I do is dangerous. You guys are in danger each second we talk about it. What I deal with while I’m Spider-Man isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Those people that I tie up and fight against have their own friends, which are on standby any time of the day. They are just waiting for the day someone knows my secret identity. They’re waiting for me to slip up.” Jungkook let out a sigh and looked at them as a group. “Look I think it’s time for you guys to leave. I have stuff to finish up.” 

“Jungkook! Are you seriously trying to kick us out? You know we wouldn’t ever tell anyone. Let us be there for you.” Jimin said while trying to look Jungkook directly in his eyes. Jimin could only bring himself to stare at the mask in Jungkook’s hand.

“Yes, I am. Now leave. I already know that you guys won’t tell anyone about this, but leave. Let’s never talk about this again, okay? It’s for the best.” Jungkook let out a lifeless chuckle and looked up at them, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape. “ You know what? Let’s make this situation a whole lot better and easier for the both of us, let’s just not see each other anymore. No more talking at school. No more hanging out after school anymore. None of that. Zip. Nada. That way you’ll be safe and I won’t be a problem anymore.”

“Jungkook? What are you trying to say? Are you saying for us to stop being friends with you?” Namjoon asked, his voice quiet, hands shaking, and eyes narrowed.

Jungkook flinched and lowered his head. He felt a sharp pain blossom in his chest as he tried to breathe. He felt his lower lip tremble when he felt his stomach drop to his feet. He knew what he needed to say, he knew he had to say it, but every fiber of his being didn’t want to. God, he really didn’t want to say. He wanted to be selfish for once and have them by his side forever, but Jungkook knew better than that. His heart begged him not to say, but his brain said to get it over with and to think about it later. It’s the only way to protect them. I’m sorry. 

He took in a sharp breath and tried to focus his eyes on them once again. Tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He shut his eyes for a couple of seconds and took another long breath. He then straightened his posture and put on a blank emotionless face. 

“Yes. Let’s not be friends anymore. Now leave.” 

“Jungkook-” 

“Leave. Now.” 

The room stilled and silence filled the room once again. No made an effort to move and the silence was killing Jungkook. His throat tightened and he felt his emotions quickly change from sadness to anger. He turned his back to them and tried to get control of his breathing.  He closed his eyes, put both of his hands on his desk, and leaned over it. Minutes passed, and no one bothered to move or leave. Jungkook slammed his fist on the desk and called over his shoulder at them.

“I said to leave. So leave. Get. Out. Now.” 

“Jungkook?” Jimin called out with fear and concern laced in his voice. Jimin got off the bed, slowly walked over to him, put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch and push it away. 

“ GET THE FUCK OUT! ” Jungkook yelled as he threw all his stuff off his desk.  “WHAT PART OF GET THE FUCK OUT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND! GET THE FUCK OUT AND LEAVE ME ALONE! GO!”  

He failed. The one thing he was supposed to be careful about, and he failed. He fucked up. A failure. He was a failure who didn’t even know how to keep the people he loved safe. What a fuck up he was.

Jungkook?! Are you okay?!” A voice called from outside the room. 

Jungkook froze and felt his blood run cold. He looked at the broken clock on the ground, it was 7 pm, and May was home from work. May. Fuck May. Before Jungkook could attempt to take his suit off or make an excuse that he was yelling at some game, the door was thrown open, slamming against the wall. May rushed in and felt something break under her feet. 

May quickly looked around for any signs of danger or broken limbs, however, her eyes caught  sight of Jungkook’s friends in his room and Jungkook’s stuff scattered on the floor. She turned to Jungkook to ask what happened when she felt her voice get caught in her throat. Her face painted with horror. Eyes full of anger and shock.

“J-jungkook? What's going on? What are you doing? No. No, you’re not- you can’t be.  P-please, tell me you guys are just playing dress-up. ”

“May. I’m so sorry.” 

“Is this what you’ve been doing after school? Is this why you leave every night?” 

“May. I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook. I- what? How? How could you do this to me? Especially after- especially when you know what we’ve been through.” Her eyes glossy as she spoke. Jungkook felt another sharp pang in his chest. 

“I didn’t mean to, I'm sorry. May, I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t have these powers, but I do. I-” Jungkook stopped and felt his Spidey sense act up. Jungkook saw something move out of the corner of his eyes.

“Jungkook! Are you going to finish what you were saying? At least tell me why?” May called out, tears now pouring down her face.

Jungkook nodded and tried to start up again, but he noticed a black blob behind May, hanging in the corner ceiling of his room. The blob was starting to move and shape into something. It turned into a human-like figure and launched itself at May.

“May! Watch out!” 

He quickly pushed her out of the way as the blob pinned him to the ground, its arms firmly holding Jungkook down as it began to change its skin into the colors of his suit. He saw the familiar color-changing stop at its neck area and stared at the face as it began to form. The face, he was met with, was his. The blob was him; the enemy was himself. 

Jungkook shoved the blob version of himself and tried to punch it. The blob was quick to dodge and tried to lunge at Jungkook again. Thanks to his Spidey sense, he was able to step aside before the thing got him. He threw it at the wall and saw the large crack it made when the thing hit against it. Jungkook looked around for a couple of seconds and saw the faces of shock and fear painted on his aunt’s and friends' faces. He needed to get them out of here before the fighting got any worse.

“Go! Get out of here! Go outside! Go, I’ll take care of it!” He called out to them while the blob launched out at him again and tried to go for his neck to choke the life out of him. “Sora! Call Happy and Mr.Stark and tell them that I’m going to need him to send a car. Asap.”

 Jungkook flipped the blob over, threw him on the bottom bunk, and tried to web the thing to the bed. The thing then melted into black goo and slipped out of the webbing. Then began to reshape itself into Jungkook once again. 

“Jungkook!” May called out. 

“Go! Get out of here! Now! Go! When you see a black car pull up, get in it, it will take you to somewhere safe! Don’t wait for me, I can handle this! I’ll meet you there!” Jungkook yelled and let out a small smile at them. 

They began to yell shouts of protest, but the blob formed back into him quicker than Jungkook thought it would, and shot its own version of it webs at him. It missed Jungkook by a couple of centimeters as it landed on his desk. The webs were not the same color as Jungkooks; they were black and burned through his wood desk. He could hear the wood giving off a sizzling sound. Fuck, it replicates weapons and is like acid as well. If that stuff happens to get on him, he’s toast! Literally!

“GO!” 

And with that, they finally ran out the door. Jungkook almost chuckled when he heard the front door close, of course, May would never leave the front door open, whether it was a life-threatening situation or not. He was snapped out of his thoughts and dodged the punch that was headed straight for his face. If his spidey senses hadn’t come in handy, Jungkook would have another shiner on his eye.

“Hey! Not the face! I’ve got to keep this pretty face all nice and perfect!” Jungkook said while making a second attempt to web the blob down to the floor. Of course, the blob did its whole phase matter trick and slipped out again, this time with something to say. 

“Oh, nice and perfect, you say? Are you sure it is just that? I mean, all I see is a failure, Jungkook. I see Jeon Jungkook as a failure. A human failure who can’t do the most simplest things. A failure who can’t even manage his time well enough to spend some with his best friends. A burden to dear Aunt May. A burden to Tony Stark. A failure who will never be an Avenger no matter how hard he tries. So yeah, a pretty face that’s worth absolutely nothing.” The blob said with a distorted deep voice that sounded nothing like Jungkook. Okay, so that was another thing that the blob didn’t copy, great. What a way to tell his twin apart. 

“Ouch, harsh words. Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?” Jungkook replied, grabbing the trophy on the floor and swinging it into the blob's face, making it break off its top half. Pieces of the trophy scattered the floor, Jungkook almost let out a whine, it was the decathlon trophy! Damn it! Out of all the things he could grab, it had to be that one. The blob's head whipped  to its side and stumbled backward. It then turned back in Jungkook’s direction, stood straight, and wiped its lips with its thumb, purple oozing from the cut in its lip. It gave Jungkook a raised eyebrow and smirked. 

“Oh, I don’t know Jungkook did yours? Oh, wait they weren’t alive long enough to even teach you. Such a shame you poor orphan.” It said in a cold, mocking voice. 

Jungkook’s body stiffened at the remark. He clenched his fists and felt the anger flow in his veins. He then drew a sharp breath and swallowed down his anger. Him getting angry wasn’t going to get rid of that thing any quicker. Stay focused. 

“Aww, is poor little Jungkook mad? Are you mad that I’m only telling the truth about your sad, pathetic life? Huh? Am I pushing any buttons, Jeon? I wouldn’t be mad if I were you because after all, I am you. I am what you think of in the night, I am what you dream of, but now I’ve been brought to the light. To the surface. To life.”  The blob gave him an evil grin. “You don’t like that do you, Jungkook?”

He looked at the blob version in the eyes and saw red. All Jungkook wanted to do was smack that grin off his face. His own face. Ugh, he never thought that seeing his own face would give him such displeasure. He swung his right fist at the other version of himself, his fist landing on its nose, and he heard a crack under his knuckles. The thing let out a groan and held its nose. It narrowed its eyes at Jungkook and clenched its fists. 

“You're going to pay for that Jeon.”

“Oh, yeah! Well, I don’t see anything worth buying champ.” 

The blob dropped to the ground and swept at Jungkook’s legs, making him fall to the ground. It jumped on top of him and punched him over and over again. He felt a fist connect with his nose and felt his nose blossom with pain. He heard a crack and felt more pain explode in his nose, when another punch was thrown in the exact same place. Jungkook tried to shove the blob off, but the blob now formed other slimy limbs and held him down. He tried to block his face, but to no avail, the blob used more arm-like things to get them away from his face. His entire face was stinging with pain; he was pretty sure that he now had at least two black eyes, a busted lip, and a broken nose. Soon, Jungkook began to feel his head spin, and all of a sudden he wanted to fall asleep. 

He then let out another groan of pain when the blob decided to move from his face to his stomach area. He felt a sharp pain burst in his side. Damn now, his ribs were broken! Again! With the thing moving from his face to his ribs, it gave Jungkook enough time to focus the pain somewhere else and to think of a plan. He quickly leaned close towards the other version of himself and spit out the blood that was in his mouth into the blob's face. The blob let out a hiss and wiped at its face. Jungkook used that as an advantage and shoved the blob thing off him. The blob hissed at him again and lunged for him. Jungkook quickly kicked the thing in the stomach, with all the strength he had left, and flung it against the wall. The blob hit the wall with a loud smack, its head snapping back against the wall, and back leaning against it for support. It let out a snarl and shakingly tried to stand up straight. Jungkook instantly used that window of weakness and shot his web shooters. He shot out electric webs at the thing, sticking it to the wall and making it pass out from all the shocks the webs gave. Its head fell down against its chest and its body went limp against the webs. 

Jungkook doubled over, holding his arms against his stomach, and out of breath. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to regain control of his breathing. He took deep breaths and tried to steady his breathing. It took 3 minutes to get it under control and with each breath he took, he could feel sharp pains pierce through him. Great, now he was going to have to go back to the Medbay! He just spent nearly the whole weekend there. Jungkook quickly grabbed his backpack and took out his ring. He stumbled towards the direction of the window, quickly crawled out of it, and dropped into the alley right next to his apartments. He couldn’t exactly swing over to Mr.Starks, but he could ride over there. He twisted the ring and set it on the ground. It turned into a sleek, black, motorcycle that was made out of nanotech. God, it was a gorgeous bike. Usually, Jungkook would stare at it in awe for a couple of minutes, but he had places to be and didn’t know when that thing would wake up. So, he can’t risk it following him back to the facility. He hopped on, started it, and made his way through the New York night traffic.

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The elevator doors dinged open as Jungkook stumbled into the kitchen area. 

“Jungkook has arrived, Boss.” 

He heard FRIDAY call out. He stumbled to the kitchen counter and held his side with one hand while trying to keep himself standing up with the other. He heard numerous footsteps hurriedly approach the kitchen area. He took that extra couple of seconds to rest his head on the kitchen counter. He then heard gasps fill the room and heard someone try to call out to him. All he wanted to do was drop on the cold kitchen floor and take a nice long nap. Maybe for a couple of hours. 

He felt someone wrap their arms around him and try to lead him to an empty seat. Jungkook slowly walked over with the aid of a person he couldn’t recognize, and threw himself on the chair and slumped. He tried to sit himself up properly in the chair, but only for him to be able to let out a scream full of pain and slump back down again. He could feel his sides screaming in protest. His face felt like tiny fire ants were biting and dancing on it. He could feel his leg throbbing with pain, whether it was from the hard kick he gave to the blob thing or from when he crashed into a trash can on the way here, was something he didn't really know. The one thing he did know was that it was hurting like hell.

“Jungkook. Jungkook?” A voice called out, frantically.

He lifted his head up and tried to focus his eyes. He saw that it was a guy in a Metallica shirt with sweatpants on. 

“M-mrrr. ‘tark?” He questioned, his vision blurry. 

“Yeah, it’s me kid. Jungkook! Hey, don’t sleep on me kid. We got to get you to Medbay. Helen’s got to fix you up first and then give you the scolding of your life. What do you say about that huh? Come on kid, stay awake. Stay awake for me.” Tony said in a frantic voice while trying anything he could to keep his kid awake. 

“Steve. Can you help me take him to the Medbay, please?” Tony called out to Steve with fear and concern laced in his voice. Steve nodded and went to pick up Jungkook. 

As soon as he lifted Jungkook into his arms, the kid screamed in pain and begged for him to let him down. 

“No, please. Please! Put me down! It hurts so much! Please. Make it stop!” 

Steve looked to Tony with sadness in his eyes and carefully rushed to the elevator with Jungkook in his arms, Tony and the kids' Aunt following close behind. Tony had the elevator set to the Medbay with absolutely no stops and told FRIDAY to tell Helen to have medical ready as soon as he got there. The kid’s aunt was letting out silent sobs as she looked at her nephew in Steve’s arms, while Tony was trying to stop himself from having a panic attack. Steve looked down at the boy in his arms, who had tears falling down his face, his face covered in black and blue bruises, his nose gushing blood, his lip swollen and bleeding as well. The kid had tons of cuts on his face and was bleeding a lot. Steve winched at the sight of his injuries and frowned deeply. What had done this to this kid? What could do this to a kid? 

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The people who were still in the kitchen stared at the spot where Jungkook had been sitting. The screaming pain of their friend, old or new, was seared into their brain. Seeing such a bright and kind kid, be in so much pain to the point where he was screaming and bleeding onto the chair, was a memory that they wish they didn’t have. 

A whimper broke the silence that filled the room and snapped everyone out of their daze. Their attention now averted to the person who let out that sad sound, it was a kid with mint colored hair. It was one of Jungkook’s friends, who was now bent over, crying into his hands and letting out silent sobs. 

“Why did we leave without him? We could have helped.” 

He said quietly to himself, unaware that the rest of the people in the room had heard him. The rest of Jungkook’s friends froze and let tears cascade down their faces. To see their youngest friend in so much pain, just because he protected them from that thing, hurt them the most.

The rest of the Rogues, Pepper, and Rhodey glanced at each other with sad eyes. Pepper and Rhodey let out a tear. They knew Jungkook slightly better than the others and had been around him more. The rogues didn’t know much about the kid, but they still felt miserable. He had treated them with kindness, despite the circumstances. Wanda felt like she had just lost another friend and left to her room, Vision following after her. 

“The Boss has requested that all of you rest for the night. He says you’ll be able to see Jungkook in the morning.” Fri sounded from above. 

The rest of the remaining Rogues left their floors, Pepper and Rhodey turned to the group of teenagers and offered to show them to their sleeping quarter, which was Spider-man’s personal floor. 

They showed the group to Jungkook’s floor and informed them that they were welcome to use anything on his floor and if they needed anything, to ask FRIDAY. Before Pepper left the group to themselves, she informed them that they would have to stay at the facility for at least a week to ensure their safety and that she would inform their parents about it, under the ruse of a September foundation sponsored stay at the facility. They nodded and went to set up for bed. Jungkook’s floor had four guest rooms, which would have usually made them gasp with awe, but they felt empty. The huge living floor felt empty without their friend there. 

Empty.