MANIAC 🕸️ MINSUNG

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"Dude, I told you, I have no clue what it was."

Jeongin shook Jisung by the shoulders. "You have to know something. You literally work with the Avengers. Dude it looked like Darth Vader," he whispered.

"The Avengers don't know anything yet. Even if I did have intel, I can't tell you about alien matters. You know this. And how the hell does that thing look like Darth Vader?" Jisung whispered back.

Jeongin pulled away with a frown. "Lame," he muttered as he closed his locker and walked off to his next class. Jisung had a free period so he went to the basketball court outside which no one ever used. He sat down on one of the benches and pulled out his sketchbook. Any normal kid would probably take free time to hang out with people or finish homework. Jisung didn't have any other friends besides Jeongin, though, and he always got his homework done on time.

Which left him to doodle in his superhero journal. When he got ideas for things he sketched them. He even showed one to Mr. Park once and it was adapted to his suit. You can imagine how that felt. Super rewarding and ten thousand times greater than anything a stupid teenage romance could offer. A multi-millionaire compliments your work and you choose a kiss to describe the best feeling on earth? Hell no. Not-

"Jisung?"

The hero slapped his sketchbook shut and turned to look at who had called. Minho stood with a basketball in his hands, eyes wide like he was a deer in headlights. "Yes?" Jisung asked.

"Oh, uh, I was just making sure it was you."

Jisung hummed and watched as Minho awkwardly moved toward the court. He occasionally looked back at Jisung, a glimpse of a shy smile sent his way every time he realized he was caught. Jisung's stomach churned uncomfortably. It only got worse when Minho took the spot next to him, his fingers rubbing against his basketball nervously.

His body language was easy to read. He probably was thinking, he won't notice. He's a nerd and all he thinks about it math problems. While in reality, Jisung's best topic was science and he was in AP Psychology. He fought bad guys for a living. It was his job to know what someone wanted to say through body movements. "How's your ankle? I heard you hurt it during the whole alien thing a week ago." If he was going to be stuck beside Minho for a few minutes, he might as well make conversation. It was more awkward not to.

Minho lifted his foot off the ground and showed off his small brace. "It'll heal in two weeks," he said.

Jisung noticed the slight swelling of his leg and told him, "You should stay off of it. You aren't a superhero. You'll hurt yourself more if you continue to play ball."

Jisung didn't like the way Minho's heart sped up. Did he sound like he was worried? Well, he was, but not in the way Minho might take it. Jisung was a superhero. He cared about all citizens and wanted them to be safe. He rubbed his eye with a sigh and stood up. "Welp, nice chat. Bye. And thanks for the glasses."

Jisung got out of the situation as quickly as possible. Being alone with anyone was a bad idea. He shivered at the thought of Minho getting close to him and continued to class. It just wasn't a good idea. There was a million possibilities and all of them ended horribly in Jisung's mind. After school he did his usual rounds before landing himself in the Avengers tower with his teammates. Jisung wasn't a full time Avenger, he was just test-running it. Even so he liked to think he was a part of a team. "So what's the deal with that alien? I drew a sketch of it and what it could do from what I remember of fighting it. I think if we-"

"Woah, kid, calm down. It's been a week and you haven't taken a break. Let us handle this," Mark-better known by his hero name, Captain America-said, patting his shoulder firmly with his hand.