AHN KEONHO

Keonho was truly a golden boy, whose kind heart and courage made him almost heroic in the eyes of those around him. His grandma who raised him had a habit of teaching him empathy for others, but never to let harm exist.

But New York was a city rife with crime and danger lurking in every dirty alleyway. This only provoked Keonho to protect you more, care for his beloved grandmother, and ensure that everyone he loved stayed out of trouble.

It wasn't a coincidence that he had this role. That spider had chosen him. He hadn't wanted to think that way at first. But embracing his acquired skills and patronizing the city at night began to feel like his duty. He was Spider-Man after all.

But people around him? He couldn't let anyone know his true identity. Oh, how hard it was for a teenage boy who wanted to live his life like his friends.

To spend time with his cute girlfriend, you.

"And then he released his web like POOF and that man was pushed into a nearby trash," you said in an excited tone as you sat on the edge of the bed in your room.

But Keonho was only a mix of tiredness and stress listening to this. Because how could he listen to you talk about Spider-Man saving you last night when it was actually him?

"Are you even listening to me?" Keonho was pulled out of his thoughts by your voice, which was laced with irritation and concern. You were so worried about him.

"Yeah, yeah—I mean, that's insanely cool what he did, hm," he replied, looking at you with his gleaming eyes as he nervously ran his hand through his hair. "Sorry, baby.. I'm just tired,"

Fucking lie. The excuse he'd been feeding you for months, and each time you'd nodded with increasing uncertainty and suspicion. But what else could he have told you?