hansol vernon chwe didn't realize that the dumb ugly spider that bit him wanted him to recreate that one scene from the comic book under his bed.
oops.
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a seventeen x spider-man au
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"Remember, with great power comes great responsibility."
-Uncle Ben, Spider-man, 2002.
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professor wen stared at the greenish-yellow liquid in the syringe in his hand with a smile that sent nothing but chills down seokmin's spine. "24 milliliters today. if this all goes well, i think we can give him a full dose next time. minghao," he turned towards his assistant, "did you prep the arm?"
"yes," minghao nodded, "the skin is disenfected and ready for injection."
"good," seokmin watched as the professor walked across the room in long strides to stand right next to the subject, grabbing his arm with his gloved hand and placing the needle against his skin, "stabilize him please, and make sure to keep track of blood pressure."
minghao gave the professor another nod. "right."
"all right. starting the injection process now."
as seokmin watched the liquid enter into the subject's arm, he felt himself shiver. why did this still feel so wrong? this wasn't the first time he has witnessed this.
but he quickly brushed away that thought. he's gone through so much and he just couldn't break now.
he just couldn't.
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screaming children.
if you looked that up on google for synonyms, big yikes should definitely appear.
you either hate them or hate them with a burning passion. i literally can not think of a single person that loves the sound of children literally screaming in excitement and joy. like bruh, i love kids, but the sound of them screaming like that is absolutely not it. like the dissonant chords of a cat walking on a piano, their screams usually sound like they're trying to harmonize with a dying goat.
vernon obviously shares this opinion, and almost turned around, dug a hole to the molten hot core of the earth and jumped in once he was greeted by screaming kids in the middle of the park he was at.
why was he here you may ask?
mingyu.
vernon used wonwoo, who was walking with him, as a human shield as he made his way over to where mingyu was sitting on a random picnic table covered in a spread of what looked like art materials.
"gyu," vernon grumbled, "why the hell did you tell us to come here?"
mingyu flashed vernon a smile. "well, long story short, it's my younger cousin's eighth birthday and my aunt hired me to be a face painter for his party. i knew i'd get bored and since i can't listen to music per my aunt's request, i decided to just invite you guys so i have someone to talk to. thanks for being good friends and coming, guys!"
