won4kiss

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CATS AND DOGS CAN GET ALONG YJW

CATS AND DOGS CAN GET ALONG ✦ YJW

SUMMARY. the city's two heroes, omen and hound, fight like cats and dogs. maybe because they are? little does either hero know, the other is actually much closer than they realized.

CONTENT. gn! reader, profanity, mild violence & blood, developing relationship, superheroes, secret identities.

NOTE. hihi hope you like this! it's kinda inspired by chat noir, but at the same time... not really? anyways! hope you enjoy; i had a lot of ideas and stuff i had to cut out so i might make more parts of y'all want!

WORD COUNT. 2541

“you ever wonder if that boy has a single flaw,” you hear ni-ki ask after he follows your gaze towards the student council president, yang jungwon. jungwon seems to be hanging out with a couple other friends, also on the council from what you can remember.

“no,” you sigh dreamily, “i don’t think he does.”

the boy rolls his eyes in response, wondering why he even bothered taking off his headphones to have lunch with you when this is the state you’re in. you haven’t even taken a bite out of your sandwich yet, for god’s sake.

he flicks your forehead, “that’s creepy.”

your gaze finally snaps to him as you splutter, appalled.

“what?! no it’s not, i’m just admiring him. as god intended.”

he shakes his head, attention returning back to his own lunch. maybe he should put those headphones back on after all. you clearly weren’t paying attention.

ah, but as a good friend, he really should give you advice.

“but you know,” ni-ki muses, “you should probably, like. just try talking to him?”

“but that’ll shatter the illusion,” you whine.

jungwon isn’t perfect, of course not! no one is, and you know that. but if you never speak to him and simply watch from afar, you can pretend jungwon is.

he shakes his head, “you’re impossible, what’s the point of having a crush if you don’t do anything about it?”

you yelp, shushing him despite knowing there would be no one listening to the conversation between the two of you.

“just look at him, he’s so nice, he helps literally everyone out, he’s patient, understanding.”

you ignore the boy’s faux gagging to finish off, “he’d be the perfect boyfriend.”

“and you know this, how?” ni-ki asks with a raised brow.

“i just do,” you answer honestly with a grin, before continuing, “but seriously. it’s hard to explain. i like him, but i don’t know how to approach him. especially because like. what if he’s actually a dick and then i have to find a new crush.”

ni-ki snorts, “you know, i don’t think most people decide someone’s going to be their crush, they kind of just, have one? also what’s the worst that could happen, he doesn’t fart rainbows and sparkles?”

you shove him slightly, groaning, “you’re so annoying. and no, i think the worst could happen is that he’s actually omen.”

he cackles at the thought, “oh man, that would be hilarious. jungwon getting booted as a crush all for the reprehensible crime of saving lives!”

“ugh,” you lower your voice, well aware that your dislike for the beloved superhero isn’t a popular opinion, “no, for the crime of being an arrogant jackass!”

“and you know this, how?”

because i see him like every other night!

you scowl, “because! he just is.”

ni-ki is at best unimpressed with your lacklustre response, “loud and wrong, that’s crazy.”

you ignore him in favour of observing jungwon again, and you’re startled to see the boy looking at you. he smiles softly, causing you to flush and turn away immediately.

“i bet you think that means he likes you,” ni-ki teases.

“oh shut up,” you grouse, “but yeah, why was he staring?”

the words exit your mouth softly, not even entering ni-ki’s ears, the boy being too engrossed in eating. you sigh, heart embroiled into a mixture of emotions.

“aren’t dogs supposed to be good tanking,” omen huffs out as you pant, still trying to recover from the supervillain’s blow.

you wipe some blood from your mouth, able to recognize the concerned glint in his eyes, but the taunt doing its job at getting under your skin.

“don’t know,” you snark, “aren’t cats supposed to have good balance?”

you refer to the prolonged tumble he took after a previous blow. of course, now really isn’t the time to be fighting each other, what with the villain mere paces away.

said supervillain spouts some stereotypical dialogue, only shutting up when omen finally lands a nasty scratch on his chest.

he wheezes, clutching at the wounds where blood is quickly beginning to emerge. not one to waste a clear opportunity, you close the distance in one leap and tackle him to the ground of the roof.

you’re wrestling on the brick, both trying to find the upper hand and subdue the other. omen is watching from the side apprehensively, distractingly clad in that stupidly attractive bodysuit.

“a little help?” you complain, barely able to stop the villain from plunging his claws into your chest.

omen scrambles frantically, trying to look for an opening to attack only the villain and not you.

if you didn’t have your hands full trying to stay alive, you’d roll your eyes. really, was now the time to fumble?

“you have three seconds,” you pant out before using your grip on the villain's arms to make him stay put as you anchor yourself into the ground with your elbows, wrapping your legs to keep him in place. this wouldn’t be possible with ordinary human strength, of course.

to omen’s credit, it takes him much less than a second to spring into action. you’re begrudgingly impressed at his control in force, bludgeoning the enemy with enough strength to knock him out, but not seriously injure him. well, hopefully.

the villain goes limp on you and you push him aside with mild disgust, reaching into one of the fabric contaminants attached to your suit for restraints.

omen whistles, “i’m impressed, didn’t expect you to have the foresight to carry that shit around.”

“just because you like roleplaying as a cat all the time,” you mutter, “doesn’t mean i’m actually a dog.”

you pause, the offense reaching a little late, “and they’re not dumb in the first place!”

when the villain is finally well restrained and tied up you take a moment to rest, a little annoyed that omen had done nothing to help you.

“sooo–” he starts, no doubt asking about what the two of you should do with the villain.

“not now,” you interrupt, yanking his arm down to seat him alongside you, “i’m too tired for that crap.”

you're not sure why, and funnily enough neither is omen, but he listens. he settles down beside you, both of your gazes trained on the clear view of the moon. you gasp, the environment finally settling in.

“fuck, what time is it?” you ask.

“don’t have your phone?”

… did he always have to be this annoying?

“no,” you sigh, “i’d rather not have to fork out the cash to fix it every time i crash into a building.”

“couldn’t be me,” omen snickers, only quieting when you obviously focus your deadpan stare on the rip in the suit he earned by doing just that.

“well…” he mutters, abashed for quite possibly the first time since you met him, “that’s different…”

“sure it is,” you agree sarcastically, “but seriously, i need to know what time it is.”

absentmindedly, you add on, “i have practice early.”

omen shrugs, directing you towards the giant clock tower gracing the city streets, “unless you don’t know analog, it’s right there.”

you ignore the jab at your intelligence to squint and read the time.

1:00 AM

“not that bad, i guess.”

omen clears his throat, unexpectedly a little nervous?

“so how about we drop this guy off at the station, and then…” he pauses, not sure how to formulate the next part of his suggestion.

you wait for him patiently. omen might be an ass pretty often, but, well. this is the first time he’s ever seemed so vulnerable. something inside you tells you not to interrupt.

“i don’t know,” he sighs, “i don’t wanna go home, just yet.”

were this a couple months ago your response would have been an instinctual, ‘damn, that sucks. welp! i’m turning in.’

but you can sense something’s shifted during your most recent encounter. perhaps in the way omen’s begun treating you, since the beginning of the fight. a tad less snarky, and more teasing, verging into flirty.

this of course isn’t surprising, he always seemed like the type to flirt around. you just never thought it would be with you? you wonder what’s changed. neither of you bother breaking the silence as you hand in the villain.

it’s odd. tense, but peaceful. omen suggests getting ice cream, a reward you two deserve for fighting so hard. you agree.

slowly, as you spend more time in his company, the two of you start to relax. the unfamiliarity lessens as your lips loosen– spilling insignificant details about your life outside being the hound.

how annoying it is waking up early for practice, how you’re not a complete loner but you find it crazy that people can have and maintain so many friendships (jungwon), how sometimes being a student feels more taxing than being a hero.

as omen starts speaking, an odd feeling overtakes you, “so, does the hound have a crush?”

his voice is teasing, mixed with something else you can’t quite place your finger on. still, the question isn’t too intrusive. and, well, as long as you don’t give any details away, it should be fine?

“well,” you mumble, “kind of? it’s complicated.”

his gaze is thoughtful, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes– deep and bright. they’re familiar though, giving you the feeling you’ve admired the shape before. it almost comes to you, when- omen breaks eye contact. a shame. you probably couldn’t get tired, looking into those eyes.

“mm, maybe you should elaborate,” he says, voice soft.

“i have a crush on this guy, right?” you rush the words out, “but like, he’s kinda out of my league! and it’s like, do i even like him, or do i like him because he feels perfect?”

you’ve started gesticulating partly through the speech, a symptom of nerves.

“i don’t know, lately i haven’t been so sure of who i actually have a crush on,” you force out, finally admitting these feelings for omen you forcefully label as distaste– are a little more complicated.

omen tilts his head, and for the first time in his incredibly annoying existence, you want to squeal and crush him out of cuteness aggression.

“who’s the other option,” he asks, with seemingly innocent curiosity.

you wave your hand, dismissive, “you wouldn’t know him.”

a blatant lie. omen’s eyes narrow and you get the feeling that he’s observing much more than just your words. what, did cats have the ability to lie detect now, too?

thankfully, he lets it go. you sigh in relief. gosh, being a superhero was tiring. something you’d be reminded of more intimately in a few hours, when you would have to practice through emerging aches. this was the worst…

when school starts the next day, you’re beyond surprised to see yang freaking jungwon in the gym?! sure he probably had presidential duties to complete before school started, but surely none of them would have anything to do with the gym…?

you ignore it, content to keep the distance between you and jungwon. except, he actually isn’t here on student council business.

because you’re ambushed on your way to the changerooms.

“woah,” the boy starts, freezing you in your place. you try to remember the last time you’d spoken to him, maybe once to introduce names in a group setting? if even that? so why is he talking to you.

“is it normal to look like you spent the whole night fighting before practice.”

you pause. the phrasing is a little odd, considering only a mild bruise on your arm is visible at best, and you made sure of that. there’s also the fact that that voice and pace is incredibly familiar.

your head whips towards the boy to take in a smirk and teasing glint in his eyes. yeah, there’s no way you wouldn’t recognize them. it baffles you as to how you’ve never realized it before, but are omen and jungwon really the same person?!

maybe it’s because you’ve never been this close to jungwon, or that you’re too inattentive, or that you’ve never observed the two in such a short time frame– only a couple hours apart. maybe it’s a combination.

you can tell when he’s realized that you’ve realized when the grin on his face grows wider. you grab his wrist – practice be damned, the coach could reprimand you – and drag him to an empty corridor. it’s not too hard to find, considering it’s well before classes.

“when did you realize,” you whisper-yell. it’s vague enough for you to get off looking only mildly crazy if you were wrong, and for him to understand if you were right.

jungwon has a lazy smirk, and your brain hurts trying to combine the attitude that usually accompanies omen with the angel you’ve known the president as.

“yesterday, kinda. got a hunch when i heard your conversation. there’s only one person in this town who doesn’t like me.”

is it crazy– that this arrogant edge no longer drives you mad? that it’s endearing? but also, what?

“what do you mean– heard my conversation?”

he shrugs, “good hearing, and detection of sounds.”

you slouch. it seems like you have a long way to go in terms of using your powers. you did have enhanced hearing as well, but you had never thought to use it in school. but also— what a scoundrel! listening to people whilst appearing innocent.

the few times you’ve gotten close to jungwon, you had smelt an abundance of cat, but you had just assumed he kept a bunch of pets. huh, hindsight is 20/20.

“that’s. diabolical,” you shake your head, confused at the switch-up, “what’s your real personality?”

only now does jungwon hesitate, “well, that’s… neither of them are fake really, i lean into being proper when i’m here because that’s what everyone expects, and i lean into being different when i’m him, because no one knows it’s me.”

you hum, interested. so jungwon was adorable, except he was a little shit too? crazy concept, but… you could see it. before you can ponder further, something dawns on you. you freeze.

“if you overheard–”

“yes,” and now there’s truly a mischievous glint in his eye, “i heard all about your crush on me.”

truly the cat who caught the canary, this boy.

you yelp, frantically covering his mouth despite there being no one around. of course, having recently lost all need to maintain a filter and prim attitude, he licks your hand. you actually scream, whipping your hand away.

“ugh, gross,” you frantically wave your hand in disgust.

“is it,” he asks, and you kind of hate yourself for finding the faux wide-eyed innocence cute, “i would have thought you liked it considering—”

“enough!” you squeak with a flush, “another word out of you and i’m killing you.”

“even if those words are ‘will you go on a date with me?’” he asks, grinning.

you roll your eyes, “i guess i can allow those.”

jungwon laughs, a clear and bright sound. you’re still in slight disbelief as he leads you to a fountain to wash off your hands. this is real.

wait, this was real! you have a date with jungwon tomorrow? oh dear…

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