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achinesemoth · 9 hours ago

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can I request a fem reader who loves taking care of sieun? They’re in a pretty new relationship and it isn’t like she pities him but more because it’s her love language!! Gift giving and quality time.

So reader loves memorizing every little thing about sieun down to his stationary,,(yes the pens are refilled by her) would even stay up with him while studying!

She’s very used to that routine and knowing sieun he would probably still be new to the relationship so often times he isn’t able to give back to reader as much and she’s really and insists that payment would be for him to smile just a little!!

So maybe one day sieun finally does something for reader that completely takes her aback and has her falling in love with him again!!

Im so so sorry if this was long!!! But I love your whc fics so much I’m excited for more!!

the night he noticed | yeon sieun x fem!reader

summary: she's memorized every pen refill, every yawn, every page turn. But the night he tells her—in the only way he knows—that he's memorized her too, becomes the moment everything changes.

warnings: [established relationship] comfort, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort

author's note: i don't know what to feel about this. requests ,,

there was something deeply comforting about the quiet between them. it wasn’t empty, nor was it awkward. it was the type of silence that wrapped itself around them like a soft blanket—the kind of hush that existed only between people who didn’t need to fill the air to feel seen.

she sat beside him, her legs tucked under her on the floor of his room, surrounded by books, scattered notes, and the quiet tapping of his mechanical pencil. the overhead light was dimmed, casting a gentle glow that didn’t interfere with concentration but still allowed them to see one another when they glanced up. it was late—later than most would stay up willingly—but she was used to that. used to this.

his pen clicked once, then twice. she reached over before he could do it again, switching it out for a refilled one. he blinked and looked at her, only briefly, but she saw the thanks in his eyes. he never said much, not in the beginning. words weren’t his strength, and she’d learned early that the language he spoke best was one of restraint and observation. so she’d adapted. she had learned him.

every pen refill, every extra highlighter, every back-up graph sheet tucked into his folder—those were her ways of loving him. staying up when her eyes begged for sleep, just to make sure he wasn’t alone in his intensity, was her routine. not because she had to. because she wanted to. because somewhere in the middle of library tables and coffee-fueled all-nighters, she had fallen for him. not the way people usually did. she didn’t fall for his silence, or despite it. she fell into it. and learned how to love inside it.

she didn’t expect things in return. she knew he wasn’t like her. he wasn’t wired to recognize the little things, let alone mirror them. that was okay. all she ever asked for was a smile. just a small one. and even that, she never pressed for. sometimes it happened, and when it did—it felt like the sun.

tonight, though, felt different.

he was writing, yes, focused like always. but there was something off about the way he glanced at her. more frequent. as if he were trying to say something without saying it. she didn’t comment. she only shifted, brushing a stray sticky note from his leg.

"you missed dinner," she said quietly.

he paused, then shrugged.

"you didn’t eat either," he replied.

she smiled softly. “didn’t want to leave you alone.”

he hummed, barely audible. then went back to writing.

minutes passed. maybe more. time moved strangely in their little cocoon. eventually, he closed the textbook, sliding it aside. she blinked at him, surprised.

“you done for the night?” she asked.

he didn’t answer. not directly.

instead, he stood up and disappeared briefly into the hallway. she heard faint sounds from the kitchen. her eyebrows furrowed.

when he returned, he held a small tray. a bowl of rice porridge—simple, warm, and clearly homemade. next to it, a mug of ginger tea. she stared at it, stunned.

"i didn’t know how to make much," he said, eyes down. “but i remembered you said your stomach hurts when you skip meals.”

her heart stilled.

he didn’t sit back down immediately. just stood there awkwardly, almost uncomfortable with himself. his ears were flushed, just barely.

she took the tray slowly, reverently. cradled it in her lap.

“you made this?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded. “i watched a video. checked the ingredients. made sure it wasn’t too salty.”

she blinked quickly, trying not to let tears pool in her eyes.

“i didn’t think you noticed,” she said. “about the stomachaches.”

“i notice more than i say.”

that was it. just that. but to her, it was everything.

she took a spoonful, the warmth of it somehow extending beyond the bowl and into her chest. it wasn’t perfect—but it didn’t need to be. the care in it was unmistakable.

“i memorize things too,” he said, quietly, almost defensively. “not like you. not as often. but i do.”

her throat tightened.

“i know you set out my pens by color,” he continued, eyes not meeting hers. “and that you refill them even when i don’t notice. i know you only drink that strawberry milk after 2 a.m. i know you leave your charger half-unplugged because you don’t like sparks.”

she covered her mouth with one hand, heart in her throat.

“i just don’t always know what to do with the things i notice,” he said finally. “but i’m trying.”

she put the tray aside and crawled across the space between them. he didn’t look up until her hands were cupping his face, gently.

his eyes, always so guarded, softened instantly.

“you don’t have to do anything with them,” she whispered. “just remembering is already more than enough.”

he leaned slightly into her touch. she felt him sigh—really sigh—for the first time in weeks.

“i wanted to give back,” he murmured.

“you did,” she replied, voice thick. “you are.”

she kissed his forehead, soft and slow.

that night, she stayed a little closer than usual. her head on his shoulder, his hand awkwardly but intentionally resting against hers. they didn’t speak again. they didn’t need to.

in the quiet, he noticed her. and finally, she knew—he always had.

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achinesemoth · 10 hours ago

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— solace

pairing : yeon sieun x reader

warnings : angst

word count : 2.2k

summary : Sieun never thought he’d find solace in someone — until you quietly made your way into his life.

a/n : i’m so inspired to write a few more sieun fanfics but exam season is hitting hard right now

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You had been dating Sieun for a while now, and even though you were naturally affectionate and bold about it, there were still invisible lines he didn’t easily let others cross — not out of coldness, but something more quiet and private about him.

One of those lines was sleepovers.

You had joked about it plenty of times, teasing him with your playful grins, but he always shook his head with that tiny, closed-off smile that said “Not yet.”You respected it. You never pushed.

Tonight, though, was different.

You both had spent the evening studying at his place, notes and books spread across the coffee table, lost in each other's quiet company. It was only when you blinked back at the clock, realizing how late it had gotten, that you started packing up. You reached for your bag when Sieun, still sitting cross-legged on the floor, looked up and said in a low voice,

“You can stay.”

You froze for a second, blinking at him.

He must've seen the surprise flash across your face because he immediately added,

“Just sleep here. It's late.”

His hand gestured lazily to the couch before he stood up, disappearing into his room without giving you time to overthink it.

When he came back, he handed you some of his clothes — a soft oversized hoodie and a pair of loose sweatpants. His fingers brushed yours briefly.

“These should be more comfortable” he said without meeting your eyes.

You smiled up at him, feeling your chest squeeze with warmth, but you didn’t tease him like you usually would.

“Thanks, Sieun.”

You didn’t miss the way his shoulders relaxed slightly.

After changing, he brought you a pile of pillows and a heavy blanket, neatly laying them out on the couch without a word. You flopped onto it dramatically, making him roll his eyes lightly but not without his lips curling slightly upwards.

“Good night.” you said, giving him a mock salute.

“Night.” he replied, voice soft, before retreating into his room and quietly closing the door behind him.

You stared at the ceiling in the dim light for a moment, your heart too full and light all at once.

It was around 3 a.m. when you shifted on the couch, the blanket slipping slightly off your shoulder. You blinked a few times, your mind still heavy with sleep, when you noticed a faint strip of light leaking from the crack of Sieun’s bedroom door.

You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes, confusion clouding your still-drowsy brain.

You frowned, pushing the blanket aside and getting to your feet. The hardwood floor was cool against your toes as you made your way across the living room.

You hesitated for a second in front of his door, thinking he was perhaps still studying.

Just as you were about to lightly knock, you paused.

There was a sound.

Quiet at first, almost hidden.

You leaned closer without thinking, your ear near the door.

And that’s when you heard it —

Soft, choked sounds.

Sobs.

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

You immediately pulled back, unsure what to do. A lump formed in your throat at the thought of Sieun — always so composed, so unreadable — curled up behind that door with the weight of something too heavy for him to carry alone.

Without giving yourself more time to overthink it, you gently pushed the door open. It creaked softly, and Sieun, sitting on the floor leaned against his bed, stiffened and quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, trying to pretend like nothing happened.

He didn’t even look at you.

“Go back to sleep.” he muttered hoarsely, voice raw and shaky.

You stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. You wanted to help, but you weren’t sure what the right thing was. You didn’t want to invade his space, but you couldn’t bear to leave him alone in this state.

You glanced around the room, feeling like you should do something — anything — to comfort him.

Without thinking too much, you quietly slipped out of the room. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and then opened the bathroom cabinet to find a washcloth. You dampened it with cold water, just enough to make it soothing but not too cold.

When you returned to his room, you didn’t say anything, just you sank down onto the floor next to him, setting the water and the cloth on the floor beside him. You hesitated, then placed a gentle hand on the back of his neck, the cool cloth against his warm skin.

His breath caught, but he didn’t pull away.

You carefully draped the cloth over his neck, smoothing it down gently.

“Here,” you whispered. “It’ll help.”

Sieun’s hands were still clasped tightly in his lap, but his body seemed to relax just a little, the tremors slowing. You felt him lean into the cold fabric just slightly, as if the smallest of comforts were enough to break through his defenses.

You sat beside him, not sure what else to say. You didn’t have the words to take away the pain, but you didn’t have to. Just your presence was enough, and slowly, Sieun began to steady his breathing.

You both sat in silence for a few more minutes, the only sound being the quiet rustling of the cloth. You noticed his shoulders were a little less tense, and his grip on the blanket had loosened.

“I’m sorry,” Sieun’s voice was barely above a whisper, still thick with emotion. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You shook your head, your heart aching for him.

“You don’t have to apologize for this. Everyone has moments when they break down,” you said softly, squeezing his hand gently, hoping he could hear the sincerity in your voice.

Sieun didn’t respond right away, but you could feel him exhale slowly, like a weight had been lifted from his chest.

You both remained seated on the floor for a little while longer. After a while, Sieun shifted slightly, and his voice, though still a bit hoarse, broke the silence.

“It’s like this every night.” he said, his gaze still cast downward, focusing on the way his hands were folded tightly in his lap. “I can’t sleep. Not really.”

You watched him closely, a sense of concern bubbling in your chest. His words hung heavy in the air, the vulnerability in his voice unmistakable.

“Even sleeping pills don’t help,” he continued, sounding more defeated than you’d ever heard him before. “I’ve tried. But... nothing works. It’s always like this.”

Your heart ached for him, and the way his shoulders sagged made it clear how exhausted he was, not just physically, but emotionally as well. You reached out instinctively, placing a hand on his arm in a soft gesture of support.

“This is why I didn’t want to do sleepovers. I don’t want you to see me like this and worry about me.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words, your heart breaking at the thought of him suffering in silence every night.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Sieun. I’m here. I want to be here for you.” you said gently, your voice steady and reassuring.

Sieun looked at you for the first time since the conversation began, his eyes tired but searching. For a brief moment, you saw a vulnerability in them that you hadn't noticed before. He didn’t say anything right away, as if processing your words. Then, after a beat, he spoke again, quieter this time.

“I’m not good at asking for help,” he admitted, his voice low, as if it took all the strength he had to say it. “But... I guess it’s nice to have someone who cares.”

You smiled softly, gently squeezing his hand. “You don’t need to ask. You already have me.”

There was a long pause, and then, slowly, Sieun finally let out a small, breathy laugh. It wasn’t much, but it was something. And it made your heart lift, just a little.

“You really do know how to make things better, don’t you?” he asked, a small, but sincere smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You gave him a teasing grin. “I try.”

He chuckled again, and the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease a little. The sadness and worry that had weighed on him for so long were still there, but for a brief moment, you saw a glimpse of the Sieun you always knew—someone who could smile, even if just a little.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, his eyes soft as they met yours. “I don’t think I tell you that enough.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to thank me. Just let me be here for you, okay?”

He nodded slowly. Even though he still seemed exhausted, the tension in his body had begun to soften.

“You should get some rest.” you said softly, hoping he’d let himself relax.

You looked down at your watch and realized how much time had passed, feeling it was probably late enough for you to head back to the couch. You didn’t want to intrude on his space any longer. Slowly, you began to stand up, preparing to leave the room quietly.

But just as you were about to step away, you felt a gentle tug on your wrist.

You looked down, surprised, to find Sieun looking up at you. His hand was still loosely wrapped around your wrist, and there was a softness in his gaze that you hadn’t expected.

“Stay,” he said quietly, his voice almost shy. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

You blinked in surprise, looking at him for a moment before a small smile tugged at your lips. The vulnerability he’d shown tonight, paired with the genuine request, made your heart swell.

“I thought you might want some space,” you murmured softly, still standing by his side. “I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

He shook his head, his thumb brushing lightly against your wrist as if to reassure you.

“You’re not overstaying,” he replied, his voice quiet but sincere. “I want to be with you tonight.”

You looked at him, the sincerity in his words making it impossible to turn away. Without a word, you nodded and sat back down beside him on the floor, this time a little closer.

“I can stay as long as you need.” you said, your voice gentle, offering him comfort the way you knew best.

Sieun looked at you for a long moment, before a small, tired smile crept onto his face. “Thank you.”

You reached out and laced your fingers through his, your hand warm against his cold ones. He squeezed it back gently.

As the minutes passed, the heavy air in the room lifted, if only slightly.

And then, to your surprise, after a few minutes, you felt a soft weight on your shoulder. Sieun’s head had gently dropped there, his breathing steadying. His eyes fluttered closed as he slowly relaxed into your side.

You didn't move, letting him rest against you, unsure whether it was the comfort of your presence or his exhaustion that had finally led him to this moment.

You took a deep breath, your gaze softening as you reached behind you for the blanket that had been draped across his bed earlier.

With a quiet movement, you pulled the blanket over both of you, tucking it around Sieun first before pulling it higher over yourself. The warmth of the blanket wrapped around you both, and you stayed there, in the stillness, simply letting the silence be a comfort.

There, with his head gently resting on your shoulder, you felt the quiet security of the moment—the kind that didn't need words to make it special.

You smiled softly to yourself, your heart warm despite the heaviness of the night. Carefully, you tilted your head and gently rested it over his, closing your eyes.

The room fell into a quiet peace, the two of you huddled together under the blanket, finally allowing yourselves to rest—not alone, but together.

And for the first time in a long while, Sieun let go of the weight he carried in his heart — even if just for one night — and allowed himself to simply rest, feeling safe, feeling loved.

In your arms, he had finally found solace.

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achinesemoth · 21 hours ago

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woa this made me tear up

you know what I’m thinking about? :)

about sieun’s smiles. yup.

do u know how many times sieun actually smiled in two seasons? :)

the answer is six times. yes, six times. so let’s see those six times. (flashbacks and photos included, in order <3)

1) season one: episode four.

yeon sieun’s first smile.

the reason were suho’s words after sieun brings him the ox knee soup, which suho unknowingly asked for when he was delirious. and the words were:

«what is this feeling? I’m getting goosebumps. […] it’s just that you… you are so warmhearted. mhm? your eyes. your behavior. your words. your expression. it’s disgusting/it feels strange, bro.»

(fun fact: the actual translation of suho’s words is «it’s disgusting» or more in line with the chosen translation «it feels awfully strange, bro.» and that’s actually why sieun laughed. suho was so overwhelmed by his affection that he had to joke about it to deflect it. but the choice that the translators made it’s actually pretty good and i’m sure we are all happy with it ehehe.) (saying this based on an article-analysis of the english subtitles and the choices made compared to the original korean sentences cause it’s my fav series and I’m always up to analyzing it and discover more about it, lmao)

2) season one: episode eight.

this is actually a flashback that comes before we discover the fact that suho got into a coma. the scene shows suho, sieun and beomseok during their cleaning duty with “homesick” by Benzamin playing in background softly.

they have prob finished early so they are just talking. suho is saying that the voice of the professor it’s like a sleeping pill for him while beomseok laughs and says that he actually thinks that sieun would make a better teacher. suho then disagrees with him, saying that sieun is not a very talkative person (affectionately, like we can see on the gif down here, ty.) so that could never work so sieun asks him if there is actually a subject that he likes, smiling. maybe not with his mouth (even if I do think that if we could have seen his face properly the smile will be there) but definitely with his eyes.

then sieun says that he is hungry and that they could go out and eat, but suho stands up and leave saying that he has a shift to pick, while beomseok follows him saying that he has to go at home, but they could go another time, leaving him alone in the classroom. which is ofc a metaphor for all the happens in their story.

(side note: I’m actually so sorry to not have included beomseok’s gif too here where he smiles, but tumblr has a max of 10 gifs and I wanted to add the cause of each one of his smiles. and also, thank u tumblr for ruining completely the quality of the gifts that i created. thank u so much, truly.)

3) season one: episode eight.

this is another flashback that sieun have after he goes at suho’s hospital, after having the whole revenge scenes and his (most valid in the history of kdramas and series) breakdown and crashout. he also had imagined before this suho awake and their respective apologies to each other for everything that happened. suho for going alone there and not telling sieun the situation and sieun for not telling suho about the situation and not listening to him. and yes, for hiding actually things from each other. but anyway.

in this flashback we can see that they are all smiling widely, yup, cause they were happy here. (side note: “homesick” by Benzamin was also playing in background softly.)

4) season two: episode three.

sieun’s first smile (with his eyes, yes) in season two!

the reason are actually his new friends. his new best friends. juntae, baku and gogo :( my babies. anyway.

my boys here had to do some volunteer work to remedy the fact that they got into a fight (seen by other students), as we know, orchestrated by hyon-man.

they are actually eating rn (throw back to the first dinner that sieun had with suho and beomseok where he was happy) while the two og husbands (I’m sorry but these are my babies right here, they are married in the manhwa and in my heart. sorry not sorry, we were actually robbed of them in the kdrama, so if I can give them what they deserve, I will.), gogo and baku, are bickering about the fact that some girls gave their numbers to baku while gogo says that it’s not true. spoiler, one did not exist while the other one had a nine digits instead of the usual eight.

so they make a deal where the loser has to pay dinner and gogo ofc wins so they start to fight jokingly, with sieun that smiles hearing them, until the chopstick flies on his white hoodie and juntae says that it’s actually hard to take the soy off while he is being asked to take away that chopstick before sieun stabs them with it. (fun fact: while baku says this, gogo indicates him telling sieun that it was all him lmao) (my babies) (anywayy.)

5) season two: episode three.

same episode and same reason that sieun smiles, here he clearly smiles btw, ergo his new besties. this is actually baekjin’s phone and this photo was taken by our great and iconic geum seongje, who had a meeting in the bathroom with sieun (and a little fight cause he broke seongje’s three second rule stare) (ops) since he was actually trying to take off the soy sauce from his hoodie.

6) season two: episode eight.

THE MOMENT WE ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR. suho and sieun’s reconciliation.

nothing to say. sieun’s biggest smile is right here, as we can all see. and ofc the reason was suho. suho being awake. suho asking him how’s it going. suho asking who are the people behind him and suho smiling with his eyes after hearing that they are sieun’s friends (and his future friends, let’s be honest).

they are saying so much with just only their glances and their eyes, like they always do when they are together. they are both awake and they are together again. and that is all that matters to them. (and to us.)

suho and sieun.

this might be one of my fav absolute scene, I cried and sobbed and whatever. my three years of waiting are all here, in this minute of screen time.

the song playing background is “awakening” by Die Boy and it’s perfect like this, I don’t have anything to say for this scene. what I would say it’s not enough, anyway.

(fun fact tho: suho actually knows all of sieun’s friend and he actually sent them. he knows juntae from 2521, he knows baku, his son, from twinkling watermelon and he knows his partner in crime, gogo, from taxi driver, so he actually went through every universe to find the best friends that sieun could ever ask for, ty.)

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And that was it! If u read all of this, thank u so much, I love you and I hope that everything in ur life goes well and that u will be happy like sieun was to see suho awake, at least <333

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achinesemoth · 23 hours ago

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hes just making himself comfortable

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achinesemoth · 23 hours ago

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my headcanon is that drunk sieun is a biter (and a clingy monster)

bonus: ✨️ suho's revenge ✨️

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achinesemoth · 1 day ago

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thanks music

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achinesemoth · 2 days ago

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your writing is so underrated????????? i freaking love ur fics

HEYYYY OMG IM FRENCH TOOOO TWINS!!

i love your little one shots hehe they’re like my bedtime stories 🫡

could you write a one shot about season 2 sieun, where reader is like super whimsy (the total opposite of him), always happy and a certified optimist, and one day reader come to him full on crying/breaking down because a union guys beat up their dog

and like sieun comfort them and hunt the guys who did that to their dog 🫡

no pressure, take time! don’t feel obligated, of course 🫶🏻

take care, xx 🤍

YES FRENCH COMRADE <33 I'm glad you like my stories haha !! There you go for your request girl, absolutely cute I love it !!

The Broken Sunshine

✮ Summary : Request above ↑

✮ Contains : Fluff, slight angst (possible animal loss... </3)

✮ Pairing : Yeon Sieun x sunshine!reader

✮ Word Count : 0.8K

The world was full of small wonders and bright colors, at least according to you. You were a walking, talking ray of sunshine, a whirlwind of positive energy that seemed to defy the grim reality of Eunjang High. You found joy in the smallest things—a particularly fluffy cloud, the sound of a good song, the way the light hit the school's windows in the afternoon. And you were completely, utterly, the opposite of Yeon Sieun.

Sieun was a world of muted grays and sharp edges. He moved through the halls like a ghost, a quiet, almost invisible presence with a mind as sharp as a razor. He was a difficult person to befriend, a fact you took as a personal challenge. You'd smile at him every day, bring him small, silly gifts like a particularly shiny rock you found, or a candy you thought he'd like. He never accepted them, but he never told you to stop, and sometimes, just sometimes, you'd catch the faintest ghost of a smile on his face when he thought you weren't looking.

But today, the sunshine was gone.

Sieun was sitting in his usual spot in the library, a book open on the desk but his mind miles away, when he heard it. The sound wasn't a sniffle or a quiet sob. It was a full-blown, ragged, soul-crushing wail that echoed through the otherwise silent room. He looked up, his eyes immediately locking onto the source of the noise. It was you.

You were standing in the middle of an aisle, your vibrant yellow hoodie a jarring contrast to the tears streaming down your face. Your hands were clutched to your chest, your body trembling with a force that seemed to threaten to break you in two.

He moved before he even had a chance to think. He stood up, his book falling to the floor with a soft thud, and walked over to you. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't a person who offered comfort, but seeing you, the one person who seemed to be perpetually happy, in such a state of despair, was a gut punch.

He gently put a hand on your shoulder, and you flinched, your tear-filled eyes looking up at him. "Sieun," you choked out, your voice barely a whisper.

He led you out of the library and to a quiet, secluded stairwell, away from prying eyes. You collapsed onto a step, burying your face in your hands and letting out another heart-wrenching sob.

He knelt down in front of you, his face a mask of silent concern. "What happened?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

You took a shaky breath, trying to get the words out. "My... my dog," you finally managed to say between sobs. "I took him to the park and these guys... they were from the Union, I think. They just... they started kicking him. For no reason. Just laughing."

The whimsical, happy-go-lucky person he knew was gone, replaced by a broken mess of grief and anger. The thought of anyone hurting an animal, let alone your dog, a dog you talked about with so much love, made something cold and hard settle in Sieun's stomach.

He didn't need to ask for more details. He already knew enough.

He reached out and gently, almost hesitantly, took your hands in his. "Is he okay?"

"No," you sobbed, a fresh wave of tears starting. "The vet said... he said he might not make it. He's so small, Sieun. He's just a little thing."

Sieun's grip on your hands tightened slightly. He looked at you, really looked at you, and saw the raw pain in your eyes. He saw the cracks in your perpetually happy facade, and it was a sight that made his blood run cold.

He didn't say anything else. He just squeezed your hands one last time, a silent promise. Then, he stood up.

"I'm going to find them," he said, his voice flat and emotionless, but with an underlying steel that you'd never heard before.

"Sieun, no! Please, don't," you pleaded, trying to grab his arm. "It's not worth it. They're... they're dangerous."

He looked down at you, his face a chillingly blank slate. "They're just bullies," he said. "And they're going to regret the day they made you cry."

He walked away, leaving you there on the steps. You were a beacon of light that had been dimmed, and the rage that simmered in Sieun's chest was a cold, dark thing. He walked through the school, his mind already a perfectly calculated map of the Union's known hangouts.

He would find them. And for the first time in a long time, Sieun felt a purpose that had nothing to do with tests or grades. He was going to find the guys who hurt your dog. And he was going to make sure they never laughed again.

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achinesemoth · 3 days ago

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Chapter 3

Sieun tutor masterlist| whc masterlist

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Your name was called. A rustle of paper, then the crisp weight of your test sheet landing on your desk.

A neat red "91" circled at the top.

“Great job,” your teacher said, offering you a rare smile. “That’s the highest score in class this time.”

Your cheeks flushed, warmth rushing up like an unexpected tide. A few heads turned. You ducked yours quickly, mouthing a quiet “thank you” before walking back to your seat, test held like something fragile between your fingers.

Sliding into your chair, you stared down at the paper. The red marks. The clean underlines. The absence of careless mistakes. And for a moment, a thought bubbled up, soft and uninvited:

Would Sieun smile if he saw this?

You blinked, then laughed quietly under your breath.

He probably wouldn’t smile—not visibly anyway. But maybe the corners of his mouth would twitch. Maybe he'd give that tiny nod he did when something quietly impressed him. Maybe he’d say it was "alright," in that offhand tone of his that somehow made it feel like a compliment.

Your friend leaned over from the next row, eyes curious.

“Hey,” she whispered, “Is he really that good? Sieun, right?”

You tilted your head, pretending to reread a question on the test before answering.

“He’s… not bad,” you said with a small shrug, twirling your pen. “I guess I started getting along with him more than I expected to.”

You paused, eyes drifting to the window where sunlight glinted off the trees outside.

“He’s still distant sometimes,” you added, quieter. “But it’s not in a mean way. Just… how he is.”

And somehow, that was okay.Because lately, even his silences had started to feel more comfortable.

Before your friend could ask anything else, a voice cut in from behind.

“Wait… did you say Sieun?”

You turned. It was taeho, a boy from the back row who never seemed to care about anything unless it involved gossip or a convenient moment to show off. He leaned forward now, elbows propped on the back of your chair, eyes gleaming with that mix of curiosity and thrill people got when they were about to stir something up.

You blinked. “…Yeah?”

Taeho grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You seriously don’t know? I thought everyone did by now.”

Your brows knit, unsure whether to brace or brush it off. “Know what?”

He looked too pleased with himself. “About why he transferred.”

That made you pause.

You’d never asked. It felt like crossing a line. Whatever reason Sieun had for being in eunjang instead of somewhere else wasn’t yours to drag into the light.

Still—your voice came out steadier than you expected. “He just said it was complicated.”

Taeho let out a short laugh, like that was a punchline. “Complicated, huh. Yeah, guess that’s one way to put it.”

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like this was something sacred and sordid.

“Word is—he got kicked out. From his old school. For putting someone in a coma.”

The words hit harder than you thought they would, like icy water poured straight down your spine.

You stared at him. “What?”

“Got into some fight,” Taeho went on, like it was just another class rumor to pass time with. “Real ugly. No one knows exactly what started it, but I heard the other guy was messed up bad”

Your mouth was dry. Your grip on the test paper had tightened without you realizing.

“That doesn’t sound like him,” you said, barely above a whisper.

“Maybe,” Taeho said, already starting to lean back, shrugging. “But why do you think a smart guy like him would go to eunjang? Because that's the only school that would take him ”

He was gone after that, the conversation already old news to him. But it stayed with you.Your friend said something probably meant to be reassuring but it barely registered.

You sat there, the sounds of the classroom fading into static as your mind replayed everything you’d seen, those scars that day when he came late or how he always brushed you off when you asked about his friends in the café.

You barely noticed the cold air biting at your cheeks as you hurried inside your house. The door shut with a soft thud behind you, but Taeho’s words echoed louder than any noise outside. Fight… coma… Your chest felt tight, like a fist squeezing your ribs, twisting everything inside.

You dropped your bag by the door, the familiar hum of the house offering little comfort. The warm scent of your mom’s cooking drifted in from the kitchen, but even that couldn’t settle the uneasy knot growing in your stomach.

You found her chopping vegetables, the rhythm of her knife hitting the board steady and calm—too calm for the storm swirling inside you.

“Mom…” Your voice was hesitant, almost a whisper. You weren’t sure how to even ask. “Did… did Sieun really get into a fight? Taeho said someone ended up in the hospital.”

She froze, the knife pausing mid-air. For a moment, the room felt too quiet, like the walls were holding their breath. Her eyes flicked away, a shadow passing over her face—something like worry, or regret.

“I don’t know everything,” she said finally, voice low, careful. “Sieun’s mom… she doesn’t say much. Neither does Sieun.” Her hands trembled slightly as she set the knife down and wiped her palms on a dish towel. “But yes, there was a fight. A bad one.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding loud in your ears. “Someone got hurt?”

“She wasn’t specific,” your mom said, her eyes distant. “But from what I heard… his friend Suho ended up in the hospital. It was serious.” Her breath hitched, like the memory was painful. “Sieun… he didn’t talk about it much either.”

You looked down at your hands, feeling the sudden weight of all the rumors, the silence, the pieces that didn’t fit together. You thought you knew him. Or maybe you wanted to.

“He’s a good kid, Y/N,” your mom said softly, coming closer now, her voice full of something like fierce protection. “He’s smart, kind… but sometimes good people get caught up in the wrong things. The wrong people. It’s hard to fight when you’re trying to just survive.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy but warm. And for the first time, you saw Sieun—not just the robot-like tutor or the boy your mom praised—but someone more complicated. Someone maybe hurting beneath that cold, perfect surface.

The next day passed in a blur of half-listened lectures and restless scribbles in your notebook. Your thoughts kept circling back to the conversation from the day before—Taeho’s words, your mom’s hesitant confirmation, and the strange, growing ache in your chest that no amount of logic could quite explain.

You tried telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal. That everyone had a past. That maybe Sieun had a reason for never bringing it up. But no matter how many times you replayed your study sessions, your café walks, those quiet moments where he almost let his guard down—you couldn’t shake the hollow feeling twisting low in your stomach.

By the time you reached his apartment building, the sky had already started bleeding into dusk—soft indigo brushing the edges of clouds, streetlights flickering to life. The stairwell up to the third floor was steep, a little worn, and carried the faint scent of old paint and laundry detergent.

You paused outside his door for a second, fingers hovering over the doorbell.

What are we, really? You pressed the button before the thought could linger.

A moment later, the door opened with a soft click. Sieun stood there in a plain black sweatshirt and loose sweatpants, hair slightly tousled like he’d run a hand through it recently. His expression, as always, was unreadable—though you thought you caught the faintest flicker of surprise before he stepped back to let you in.

“You’re on time,” he said, voice calm as ever.

“Yeah,” you replied, forcing a small smile. “Didn’t want to make your ‘strict schedule’ cry.”

He didn’t laugh, but he didn’t roll his eyes either. Just turned and led you inside.

His apartment was quiet, filled with muted tones and neat lines—minimalist furniture, soft gray walls, books stacked neatly on the coffee table. The kind of place that felt like it had been cleaned recently but not lived in. Like someone had memorized what “home” should look like without ever really settling into it.

You followed him into the living room, where the afternoon light filtered through sheer curtains, casting soft gold across the hardwood floor. He set his laptop down on the low table and sat cross-legged on the rug, gesturing silently for you to do the same. You dropped your bag beside you, settling in with a careful thud.

And still—you couldn’t stop thinking.

About the scar on his knuckle you’d never asked about.

About the way he always shut down when the topic drifted too close to his past.

About how, even now, he hadn’t said a word about it.

You sat a little stiffer than usual, notebook unopened in your lap, eyes fixed on the neat rows of textbooks lining the shelf across the room.You’d come here to study. But part of you didn’t feel like you knew who you were sitting across from anymore.

You shifted slightly on the rug, fingers tightening around the edge of your notebook. “I got an ninety- one on the math quiz.”

Sieun, without looking up from his screen, muttered a soft, “Not bad.”

It wasn’t enthusiastic, but it wasn’t dismissive either—just that same flat, almost distant tone he always used, like he was responding out of habit rather than intention. You waited a second longer, hoping maybe he’d say more. Ask how you felt about it. Maybe even offer one of his rare but surprisingly warm nods of approval.

But all he did was scroll to a page in the textbook, tapping a line of highlighted equations with the back of his pen.

“Let’s go over the equations again. You messed up one of the steps here.”

You blinked, nodded, and opened your book. Your hands moved automatically, flipping pages, uncapping a pen. But your mind wasn’t following. Not this time.

Your eyes drifted from the pages to his face—half-lit by the soft evening light filtering through the curtains. The edges of his features were sharp but tired, like they’d been carved from something too delicate and then forgotten. His mouth moved as he explained something, low and focused, but you didn’t hear a word of it.

All you could do was stare.

You stared at the way his hair fell slightly over his eyes. At the little scar near his temple you’d never asked about.At how quiet he was.

How closed off.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been staring until he stopped mid-sentence, glancing up with a flicker of something uncertain in his expression.

“What?”

You blinked, caught. But instead of looking away, you asked before you could stop yourself.

“Do you… have anything you want to tell me?”

His brows lifted slightly, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean—” You looked down, swallowed hard, then back at him. “Just anything. Something about you.”

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes searched yours for a moment, careful, unreadable.

“I don’t have anything to say,” he said quietly.

It felt like a slap. Not because of what he said, but how easily he said it. Like there was nothing waiting underneath. No secret ready to surface. No apology.

“Why don’t you ever talk about yourself?” you asked, voice quieter now. “I’ve known you for sometime. We’ve had so many sessions, and I still don’t know you.”

He didn’t respond.

You tried again, your voice trembling just a little.

“Do you even think of me as a friend?”

The silence that followed wasn’t cold. It wasn’t sharp. It was worse—it was empty.

And he looked at you like he didn’t know how to answer that question. Or maybe like he didn’t want to. And that hurt more than anything else.

Sieun blinked once. Then again. His gaze flickered to the open textbook between you, and for a moment, you thought he might pretend he hadn’t heard you.

But then he said, low and steady, “I don’t really… think about things like that.”

His voice was calm, distant—as if he were talking about the weather, not friendship or feelings.

You felt the ache tighten in your chest.

“I figured,” you said, forcing your voice steady. “But I still hoped maybe I was wrong.”

Then, without looking up, he closed the small distance between you and the book, flicking a page.

“Let’s just focus on this,” he said, voice even.

The weight of his words hung in the air, vague and evasive, like everything else about him.

You shifted closer, almost without realizing it, drawn by something fragile and raw beneath his usual quiet. Your fingers hesitated for a second before gently brushing the faint wound at the corner of his lips—the same one you had carefully treated a few days ago. The skin there was still tender, a soft pink against his otherwise pale complexion.

“How did you get this?” Your voice was low, tentative, almost afraid to break the fragile silence between you.

Sieun’s eyes flicked to your hand, a shadow passing over his expression. For a moment, it was like you could see past the calm mask, glimpse the subtle unrest beneath. But then his gaze slipped away, focusing somewhere behind you.

“It’s nothing,” he said quietly.

Sieun’s hand twitched where yours rested for a moment, then he pulled back like you’d touched something fragile. His eyes narrowed, sharp and cold.

“Focus on the worksheet,” he said. No warmth, no room for argument. Just a wall that was solid and unyielding.

You bit back the sting that rose in your throat. You had been trying. Really trying. Pouring every ounce of effort into this, into him, but it was like he was always a step ahead, slipping away, shutting you down before you could reach him.

“I am trying,” you said, voice firmer now, frustration threading through each word. “But you never actually pay attention. You just push me away.”

His gaze snapped back to you, dark and suddenly sharp. A flicker of something fierce flashed in his eyes—anger? Or maybe just tiredness wearing thin.

“You don’t get it,” he said, voice low and hard. “Maybe this—” he gestured around the room, the books, the forced tutoring sessions, “—maybe this isn’t working.”

You swallowed, heart hammering, then the name slipped out before you could stop it. “Did you care about suho? Or did you dismiss him like me?”

The second the word left your mouth, the tension in the room thickened. Sieun’s face tightened, his jaw clenched so hard it looked painful.

“That’s enough.” His voice was sharp now, brittle, like glass ready to shatter. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this today. just go home.”

The offer wasn’t gentle. It was a dismissal, cold and final—like you were a mistake he didn’t want to deal with anymore.

You stared at him, your chest tightening, breath catching like you’d swallowed something sharp. You opened your mouth, desperate to say something—anything—to break the thick wall settling between you. But the words caught in your throat, heavy and useless.

So instead, you stayed silent.

Slowly, deliberately, you began packing your things. The rustle of paper, the zip of your bag. It all sounded too loud in the quiet room.

Sieun watched in silence as you packed your things, the small noises—paper folding, zipper sliding—echoing louder than they should in the stillness of the room.

A sharp twist tightened in his chest. He hadn’t meant to push you away like this, but the words felt like they’d slipped out before he could stop them.He felt the weight of your gaze lingering on him, even though you didn’t look up.

For a moment, he considered saying something—an apology, maybe—but the words tangled in his throat, stubborn and silent.

Instead, he just sat there, feeling the growing emptiness where the conversation had been, and the quiet ache of a distance he hadn’t wanted to create.

When you were ready, you stood up without a word.

No “thank you.” No “see you next time.”

Just the soft click of the door closing behind you, leaving the room—and him—empty.

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❝ TUTOR ❞ — Yeon Si eun

-weak hero full length fic

Synopsis: You’re forced into tutoring with Yeon Sieun—a boy your mother praises like a god and you instinctively can’t stand at first. What begins as simple tutoring sessions turns into something else and you find yourself with sieun up against dangerous people & situations. But it's not all bad as you end up finding unexpected friendships and love.

Content: strangers(?) to lovers, si eun × female! reader, follows s2 storyline so spoilers!!, shit goes from 0 to 100 real quick

Tw/cw: angst, suggestive, mentions of physical violence and SA, trauma, strong language, blood.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 10

Chapter 2 Chapter 11

Chapter 3 Chapter 12

Chapter 4 Chapter 14

Chapter 5 Chapter 15

Chapter 6 Chapter 16

Chapter 7 Chapter 17

Chapter 8 Chapter 18

Chapter 9 Finale

A/n's note: Will update the chapters soon<3 let me know if anyone wants to be added to the taglist

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achinesemoth · 3 days ago

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doing the seven minutes in heaven 😫

I can’t choose between sieun, suho, or humin

I'm not really good when I have to make things going heaty so bear with it 😓

Closet Game

✮ Summary : Request above ↑

✮ Contains : Fluff, things get heated

✮ Pairing : Ahn Suho x reader

✮ Word Count : 0.6K

You’ve always had a reputation for being the quiet one in the group. Not shy, not introverted, but observing. You take everything in, a silent anchor in the whirlwind that is your friend group. So when they decided to play seven minutes in heaven, you were content to just watch, a quiet smile on your face as you saw the chaos unfold.

But then, it was your turn. The bottle spun, a blur of green glass and fluorescent light before it slowed, the cap settling on the one person you least expected: Suho.

The whole group erupted into cheers, a mix of playful shouts and teasing laughter. You could feel a blush creep up your neck as you and Suho stood up and walked into the small, cramped closet. The door clicked shut behind you, plunging you into darkness.

For a moment, there was just silence. The muffled sounds of your friends’ voices filtered through the door, but in the small space, it was just the two of you and the quiet ticking of a clock somewhere down the hall.

“Guess this is it,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. You could feel your heart hammering against your ribs, a wild drumbeat against the silence.

“Guess so,” Suho’s voice was low and calm, a stark contrast to your frantic pulse.

There was a moment of hesitation, a tense silence hanging between you. Then, you felt his hand gently brush against yours in the darkness, his fingers interlacing with yours. His touch was warm and firm, a steadying presence.

“You’re not really as quiet as people think you are, are you?” he asked, his voice closer now. You could feel his breath on your cheek. “I always see you watching, taking everything in.”

“It’s a good way to figure people out,” you replied, your voice now a little more confident. You tightened your grip on his hand. “You, for example. People think you’re just this cool, untouchable guy. But I know you’re not.”

He chuckled softly, a low sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” you said, your other hand coming up to gently touch his arm. “I see how you watch the others, how you make sure everyone’s okay. You’re more of a leader than you let on.”

You could feel him shift closer, the space between you shrinking to nothing. The air was thick with unspoken words, with a tension that was both intoxicating and terrifying. His hand moved from yours, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw.

“And you,” he murmured, his voice now a low rumble. “You’re not quiet. You just choose your words carefully. You observe and listen. And I like that about you.”

His hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your hair, and he leaned in. Your breath hitched as his lips met yours. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but a confident one, full of an intensity that took your breath away. He deepened the kiss, his other arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You could feel the solid warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart against your chest. You tangled your hands in his hair, the kiss growing more feverish, more intense. It was a flurry of warmth, and a rush of pure electricity.

Suddenly, the closet door burst open, flooding the space with bright light. Your friends were all there, their faces a mixture of surprise and knowing smiles.

“Time’s up, you two!” one of them yelled, but their voice sounded far away.

You and Suho pulled apart, a little breathless, and with your lips feeling a bit swollen. He was still holding your waist, his thumb stroking your hip. You were just staring at each other. He gave you a slow, flirty smirk that made your knees weak, his eyes glinting in the light.

“See?” he whispered, just for you to hear. “I told you that you weren't so quiet.” He winked.

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