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there’s meaning in that too.

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One of the most devastating things about the bakujin fight is that for a split second baekjin gets what he wants - he gets baku smiling at him, his undivided attention on him again, and then you see the exact moment he remembers why they’re there and what he has to do and he closes his eyes like he can’t look at baku anymore and still find it in himself to fight him

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Fandoms: 약한영웅 | Weak Hero (TV)

Relationship: Na Baekjin | Donald /Park Humin | Ben

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Post canon, Na Baekjin is not dead

Chapter: 1/7

Summary: He thinks back to all their arguments. His past words loudly echo in his mind. I just really fucking hate you. We'll be strangers for the rest of our lives. This time I realized that you and I will never get along.

Had those wishes caused his death?

Or:

After the news of Baekjin's death, Baku's dreams are haunted by the images of the person he had left behind. The sight should be terrifying, but all he can feel is the relief of seeing his love's face. When he wakes up Baku is left with nothing except teary eyes and the scent of sea salt.

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timebomb 🩷

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could quite literally write an essay about this shot right here it has got to be one of my favorite from the series altogether. The way we linger on Suho's face, how they're both looking to Sieun, it's so good. it's not even an I told you so moment to me it's like look at what's happened to us, what would you have me do? it's insaneeeeee

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this guy is so lame i hope he finds the man of his dreams

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you ever think about how suho never told sieun that beomseok tampered with his motorcycle. about when sieun asked what was wrong with his leg, suho smiled and said, "It's nothing. don't worry about it," and never told him that beomseok almost got him killed. about how as sieun kept trying to reach out to beomseok and reconnect, suho watched on knowing that beomseok hated him enough to want him dead, but stayed silent and let sieun try because he knew beomseok still meant something to sieun.

cause im thinking about it. a lot.

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“let's stay together for a long time”

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nobara

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Fine. I understand.

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it’s genuinely wild how often weak hero gets reduced to "bromance,” like the story is just about a particularly intense friendship and not something far more complicated, far more intimate. this isn't just shippers projecting. this isn't just wishful thinking. you don’t need the director and cast members repeatedly claiming that suho and sieun are each other's first love to interpret that on your own. the narrative already tells you—quietly, devastatingly, and with absolute clarity.

the queer subtext isn’t subtle. it’s not hidden in glances or throwaway lines. it’s built into the structure of their relationship, in every decision they make. suho knew beomseok had tampered with his bike. that wasn’t just bullying; it was a premeditated act of violence. he knew what kind of danger he was walking into when he went to the ring, and he went anyway. alone. outnumbered. no illusions. he knew he could die. but he went. because they hurt sieun. because sieun got hurt for him.

that’s their language. not confession, but action. not sentiment, but sacrifice. die for each other. kill for each other.

and sieun, who had always been defined by his discipline, his detachment, his spotless academic record? he lets himself spiral. he got expelled. stopped eating. stopped sleeping. stopped going to cram school. when he found out suho was in critical condition, he froze in the middle of the street and didn’t move, even with a car speeding toward him. as if life without suho wasn’t a life worth returning to.

he came back from a coma asking for suho, looking for him. suho was already in one because of him. they revolve around each other like twin stars caught in gravity’s pull—self-destructive, unstoppable, and impossibly close. love doesn’t always look like romance, but that doesn’t make it less real. or less queer.

so no, it’s not just a bromance. and if that’s all you see—if you can watch all of that and not feel the weight of what’s being said without words? then i'm sorry, but you’ve missed the entire point.

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thinking about si-eun saying 'yeah, i'm home now' on the phone when he's at the hospital visiting su-ho

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hi. so, i'm back on tumblr after months and posting every single whc post i saved after watching season 2 right as it came out, and... let me tell you before anyone steals my brilliant idea...

juntae + seongje = glasses²

cute little guy + the craziest most obsessed bitch out there = dark romance

j[UN]tae + [S]eongje = SUNGLASSES

sunglasses, guys. they are SUNGLASSES.

yes, i am a genius, i know. i've been calling them that for the past few weeks and my bff @sweetmoonlight7 agrees with me, so...

what do you think? :D

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17. Arcade

october 17 | jegulus | @taylorswiftmicrofic | wc: 286

It's no surprise to anyone that Regulus and his brother had not had a very fun childhood.

In fact, it was common knowledge in their friend group. Due to this his lovely boyfriend had been trying to give him as many "childhood" memories as he could.

They had gone to the pools in summer, ice skating in the winter, apple picking, carved pumpkins, anything that his boyfriend deemed was necessary.

The latest thing on his list was to go to the arcade. Obviously, Regulus wasn't exactly sure what to expect. He had seen them in shows and of course, passed by some on his way to school or work from time to time. However, he had always thought that it would be less...eccentric than what is shown.

Unfortunately, it is not.

Everywhere they passed there were unsupervised kids running around, machines going off, and the distant yells of some kid's parents reminding them not to go too far off.

So yes, this is normally not something he would enjoy.

Normally, he would leave and complain about how bad that was.

Except it wasn't.

Not really.l, because the entire time that he was there James made sure to make him comfortable.

They also ran around like little kids trying to play every game they could. On top of that James made it his mission to win Regulus every single toy they passed by to the point where the mountain of toys was taller than him.

So when they left and James turned around and asked him "How was it" with a splitting smile that threatened to blind him, he could do nothing else but smile back and say it was perfect.

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3. Amber

October 3 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - wc: 367

cw: Character death, Grief

Regulus can't remember the day James died.

He can't remember if it was a particularly cold day or not.

Every time he tries to think back- to grasp at any detail, anything he comes out with nothing.

Dora had told him it was his mind playing tricks on him, trying to pretend like that day had never happened.

But even his mind can't keep everything hidden from him.

It's funny, he thinks in a way.

He can't remember what he ate or what he wore, but he can remember James's stupid smile. The way the amber around his eyes shone and Regulus had been certain (like he always was) that he could hear something twinkle.

James always radiated so much light.

Even now, even after being gone.

There were days when Regulus would wake up and have no will to get out of his bed. Every time he could hear a small bright voice in the back of his mind that whispered to him. Letting him know that it was okay, he should get up and keep going.

He's not proud of it but a lot of days he ignores that voice. Pretends it's not there and drowns it out with music or a movie.

Today's one of those days.

Maybe it's pathetic. To be this sad for this long but he can't help it.

Somedays he gets so caught up in what he doesn't remnant that it brings anxieties of what he could go on to forget.

When the years have passed will he not only forget the day but also James? His smile? or maybe his laugh? The way it was always so loud and obnoxious even at things that were not that funny.

Regulus likes to think that maybe it's not so bad he has days like this. Days where he plays out every moment he got to spend with James over and over again.

He thinks it's good because he knows that tomorrow he'll get up and go to their cafe and bring home dinner and listen to the small voice whisper how proud he is of him.