Lee Minho ²⁶

Minho —in his Deadpool-like version, impossible to shut up and with absurd regeneration— was lying on the ground… because they had just pierced him.

"Okay," he said, looking at the sword stuck in his chest , "this is new. Well, no, not really."

Jisung — more Spider-Man: fast, responsible even though he's much younger, trying not to kill anyone, — landed next to him.

—Can you stop taking everything as a joke?

"No," Minho replied without hesitation . "I was literally just stabbed and I'm still talking to you. Give me something."

Jisung crouched down, tense.

—You could have moved aside.

"You could relax," Minho said, gesturing to the sword . "Should you take it off, or should I keep it as an accessory?"

Jisung hesitated for a second… and pulled it out.

Minho made a face.

—Phew. Thanks, Dr. Spider. Zero anesthesia, ten trauma points.

—I'm not your doctor.

"Yeah, but you always show up when I'm dying," she glanced at him sideways . "I'm starting to get suspicious."

Jisung rolled his eyes.

—Not everything revolves around you.

"Incorrect. My life does," Minho said, sitting up as if nothing had happened . "And right now it includes a guy in pajamas watching me."

Pause.

-Again.

Jisung crossed his arms.

—Because you cause problems.

—And you follow them — Minho smiled —. Perfect team.

Jisung shook his head, but didn't leave. Minho noticed and let out a low laugh.

—Look at you. You know I should leave… and here you are. You love me, don't you, Spidey?

Jisung looked away.

—I'm just making sure you don't make things worse.

—Sure— Minho started walking— . Call it whatever you want.

He turned around for a second.

—See you at the next disaster, Spider-Man.

And, as always, Deadpool, before Jisung could say anything, was already leaving.